Castiel shorts

Ring of fire (really small)

On a morning run you’ve taken this outer road for several weeks now. You knew this road so well that if a rock was out of place you’d know it. Hearing your music in your ears as you ran was a very peaceful feeling. Just you and mother nature as you moved along that back road. This morning you ran by this old abandoned house and you thought you saw a light on. “Impossible,” you say to yourself as you turn and run up to it.

Moving up the stairs on the porch you peak through a window. It looks like the floor is on fire but it doesn’t appear to be burning the house. You try the front door and no surprise to you its unlocked. “Hello?” Taking caution as you move around you remember you always keep a knife strapped to your leg. Fetching it you move to a large room.

Seeing the fire and a man standing inside, you look at him rather confused. “Who are you,” you ask raising the knife. “My name’s Castiel I’m an angel of the lord.” You brush off the last part, “why are you in this ring of fire?” “As an angel I cannot pass through the holy oil or I shall parish.” “You’re really an angel?”

You search his eyes, “okay I believe you.” You move around the flames and find the kitchen. Turning the tap and discovering the water doesn’t work anymore. “Well Castiel hang tight I have to find some water.” Walking around outside you don’t find a well so instead you grab and old bucket by the front stoop and gather some dirt.

Taking it inside and throwing it on the flames. Half the ring disappears under the dirt. He steps forward, “thank you.” He disappears to the fluttering of wings, “your welcome Castiel.” Putting your music back on you leave the house and continue to your road.

THE END