The Prophet
Chapter One
The thunder clapped and rattled her window, rain slammed against the pavement. The moon tried to pierce through the cold black thunder cloud, but it was hopeless, so the only light came from the streetlamps from the street.
The angel stood at the foot of her bed, he made no noise as he watched her sleep, and she seemed to be having a bad nightmare. Shifting restlessly as she screamed out to the angel, his eyes burned into her in curiosity. He couldn’t understand why the girl was calling for him, she had never met the angel, and she didn’t even know he had been there for her all her life.
She had always been beautiful, since she was able to walk she turned heads where ever she went, it was actually funny she was more beautiful than any other women his father had created. Every angel in the Garrison had been jealous of him, it was an honour in his eyes to be her guardian angel, his father could have picked anyone but father choose him…
The young women shifted again causing the blanket to fall of her; the angel froze as his eyes glazed over her naked torso. He knew he shouldn’t be looking, he had always giving her the privacy she needed but he was stunned. He had never seen anything with such beauty she had, her pale skin was now covered with bumps as her skin grew cold, he stared at her face a smiled playing on her lips as her long brown eyelashes lay closed. He spotted her nipples becoming hard, he swallowed back the lump in his throat, and ashamed with himself he covered her up and took a seat on the chair beside her window.
“Castiel Please,” The girl whimpered, the sound of her small cry sent a pain in the angel’s chest. A pain he had never had before, and one he didn’t understand.
“I’m here Isabella, I will always be here.” He whispered softly as he stared at her round face, a small smiled on her lips and a pink shade spread onto her cheeks. “As long as I am needed by you, I will be here.”
Isabella had heard his soothing words in her sleep causing her to smile; she turned burying her face into the pillow as she sighed in relief. Her dreams changed, and with her new change the angel began to relax knowing his charge was no longer hurting.
Castiel looked up as he heard the flutter of his wings, he stared up at his brother Uriel and took a steady breath as he stood up, and both angels glanced at the young women before disappearing. Leaving behind a gentle breeze and a flutter as their wings stretched and took off.
Both the angels now stood in a motel room, seconds in the room both angels had found a hex bag, Castiel put them on the side while he waited for the brothers.
After all Castiel was the famous Dean Winchesters angel also, he was to protect and aid Dean to the best he could, he had to admit to himself that he was rather found of Dean. Isabella would always be his proper charge, but Castiel had been the one to pull Dean out of hell which landed him the job of guiding and aiding Dean the best he could.
Sam Winchester entered the motel room; he immediately draws out his gun and moves forward in an offence stance, ready and waiting to attack. He spots Castiel and is ready to shoot him, though it wouldn’t bring any harm to the angel properly Jimmy his vessel but not him.
“Who are you?” Sam demanded, within seconds his brother Dean rushes in and pushes down Sam’s gun when he spots the angel.
“Sam! Sam, wait!” Dean yells getting his brothers attention. “It’s Castiel.”
There is a moment of awkward silence as they stare at each other; Sam is stunned he was amazed that he was stood in the presence of an angel. Castiel on the other hand stared at the little brother, he was the one heaven was worried about, the boy with the demon blood. Dean spots Uriel, he had a feeling he was also an angel and just rolled his green eyes.
