Hope is a Dangerous Thing [EDITING]

Chapter Seven

"What the hell were you thinking Noah? Going out like that without any supervision?" Cas sat down on a couch and closed his eyes. He was in no position to argue with me and it seemed we both knew it.

    "If your buddies here hadn't been yelling at me like I was some kind of child then maybe I wouldn't have."

    "If you hadn't convinced loverboy over there we wouldn't even be in this situation and yet here we are."

    "We were kind of...harsh on him when we didn't mean to." Sam's voice was softer than what I had expected to come from the man.

    "That doesn't fucking matter Sam, he could have been killed or worse...stuck in the past!"

    "I knew you would have found me at one point. I knew you were skilled hunter and you would find me eventually, okay? I wasn't going to just panic when Nat took me off like that. I had to go along with it. Would you want him to be taken by Elizabeth instead of us?"

    Cas crossed his arms and turned to Dean, "We need to keep Noah under our watch at all times."

    "Oh? Like a little kid? No. There is no way you're doing that. We can't do that. Do you want to see

    Dean didn't speak up as Cas laid down on the bed, walking over to the kitchen to see if there was any food. His eyes avoided mine as he scanned the group of us over our shoulder. Samantha walked over to a chair and sat herself down, eyes moving up to mine. She gave me a sweet smile as James folded his wings against his body. The smoldering wings singed his clothes. Sam took note of the burning clothing and lifted a finger.

    "His wings seem to be on fire, smoldering and charred but oddly enough they're completely in tact. He could probably fly if he wanted to but of course, he doesn't seem to know about the whole angel thing."

    Sam nodded gravely. I walked over to the stairs and headed up in hopes of finding a linen closet. If I could find that, I would be able to set up the beds and couches for tonight. As I looked through the closets and doors, the stairs behind me creaked. My hand touched the cool metal of my blade as I wiped around and took it out of my pocket. James raised his hands in defense and waited for me to put my blade down.

    "Don't sneak up on me like that James," I shut the door to the closet behind me. "I could have killed you."

    "I heard you mention that I was an angel...is that true?"

    He tilted his head to the side.

    "We don't know just yet but you do have wings which means you're probably something with wings which could mean anything but I'm leaning towards angel right now."

    "Angel? But I'm human. I've always been human. I'm not anything special." James' eyes searched mine and I shrugged.

    "I don't know man but the angel in the room can see your wings and so can I so I don't know what that means for any of us but I don't think it's anything particularly good."

    "What do you mean by that?" James backed into the wall and curled into his chest, his eyes dropping to the ground.

    "Humans like me aren't supposed to see your wings but I am the only human here who can see them, so again, I have no idea what that means for any of us."

    "But I can't see them so isn't that a little bit concerning?"

    James tilted his head as he lifted his head up.

    "I think it might be but we would have to ask Cas about that," James' eyes glinted with hope as he looked at me.

    "Can you tell me what they look like?" James asked excitedly before catching my eyes. "I mean...if you want to, you don't have to."