It has been three months since I lost my angel. I have been sitting in his apartment listening to his voicemail over and over again just to hear his voice.
I walk over into the kitchen and start the teapot; ever since Cas died I drink his favorite tea before I go to bed. It gives me comfort because oh God I miss him. When I sit at the table to drink my tea I look through the scrapbook he made of us.
Happiness is what I felt when I was with him. I smile thinking about the picture in front of me. Cas and I are sitting on the couch, right where I am sitting. He has his tongue on my nose and I am making a monkey face while wearing his glasses. I wish I could have this again.
I finished the tea and walked into the bedroom. I step into the bedroom and I am struck with fear, I cannot move. Flashbacks of the night Sam was here will terrorize me for eternity. He killed My Angel.
Meowsha rubs on my leg and pulls me out of the trance. I scoop him up into my arms listening to his soft purr. Meowsha meows and my whole body tingles. For some reason it seems like he is telling me something. I brush it aside and lay in bed waiting for sleep to fall over my body.
I am awaken from my dream understanding what Meowsha wanted me to do. I need revenge.
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My Angel
FanficDean sees Castiel at a coffee house but he can't find enough courage to talk to him, the most beautiful man he has ever seen.
