Trenchcoat {Castiel | SPN}

5

When I woke up the next day, it was 5 minutes to 12. Just in time for me to get ready before Sam and Dean, they told me their first names after some beers and when I bet them at darts, would show up. But after those beers they really didn't seem like FBI agents at all. I was really curious about them and I would definitely try to find out more about them.
After a quick shower I fed Ches and walked a little through the town with him. I passed a little diner that was also selling burgers so I thought I might as well just grab some for later. When I got back, it was quarter to 1. For those 15 minutes I had left, I turned on the TV to watch some silly show. I've never had a thing for shows on TV, they were all kind of pointless and just a waste of time. But I guess, that was exactly the thing I needed now so I'd go with it.
A small knock on the door told me that the agents have arrived. I turned off the TV to open the door for them. Ches was watching my every step as I made my way through the small room. I winked at him smiling. He was the goodest boy.
"Hey guys," I greeted them when I opened the door. They both were standing there in their suits, Dean wore dark sunglasses, but I could still see how tired he was. "A little hung over?" I teased him, Sam giggled.
"Shut up," he mumbled stepping through the door into the room.
"Yeah, come in," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Sam stepped in, closing the door behind him.
They both sat down on the small round table that was placed in the small kitchen. I had already prepared all the stuff I found over the years. It wad actually more than I've thought, over the time, I kind of stopped to search for new details, I don't know why, maybe I thought it was pointless, maybe I kind of stopped to care .. well. Thinking about it, I was actually a little glad they wanted to help me.
"So guys, this is it. This is everything I've got." I explained my theory to them about the sign and the places the people were killed. They both looked at me, then shared a look themselves.
Sam got out a little notebook, it seemed to be really old, the pages started to get yellow and some were ripped in. He was searching for something, letting his finger trail over the used pages. They were all written by hand, you could tell it was a man who wrote the lines.
"Here it is," he said after a couple of minutes. Dean looked over to him, his eyebrows were narrowed when he read the lines that were written down under the sign that seemed to be similar to the one I discovered.
"The sign of agony?" He read out the headline. That didn't sound good.
"What's that?" I asked them, they both looked up to me, seemingly they'd forgotten that I was there.
"It says it's a German sign, used by the Vikings thousand years ago. Let me check that." Sam got out his laptop, a really old one. That didn't suit a man that works for the government. It took a little time before he found something but when he did, he turned around the laptop so I could read it.

The sign of agony, used by German vikins until 900 a.c., discovered in 1967 by German scientists was used as a mark for children that had gone through a life changing experience during young years. Most likely those children who had lost their fathers because of war were marked by the oldest with a rune that was later called the sign of agony. But despite the massive lost the children have experienced, this sign was in fact no sign of weakness but a sign of unbelievable strength and bravery. Especially the boys had to take their fathers place after they had died, feeding the younger siblings and being the new family leader. Girls wearing this sign were often taught the habits of the tribes witches, experiencing long lifes up to 150 years, as bond studies have shown...

"Wow, 150 years. Thats old, even for today." I said, continuing to read the article. The text further tells something about how the sign was used in different cultures and were found in many different locations after the vikins started to sail the seas.
"That's really interesting. I think we should ask Cas if he knows something like this," Dean lookes at Sam who nods. Dean turned to me. "Please don't freak out." He said, now looking at the ceiling.
"Why should I freak out?" I asked him, wondering what he was doing, but he didn't listen to me.
"Cas, come here please. We need you, lad." Who the fuck is Cas and why is Dean talking to my ceiling?  Those guys are weird. Suddenly, I noticed something pop up in the corner of my room .. no not something - someone!
"Fuck how did he-" I couldn't finish my sentence, I was interrupted bu Ches barking at the man that has just appeared in my room. The man looked at Ches, tilting his head a little, like he's never seen a dog before.
"Ches! Stop. It's all good." I got up to calm him down, stroking his white head. I looked at the man, as he walked to Dean and Sam. He was a little smaller than Dean, wearing a trench coat, his black hair was a little messy but it looked good at him. Sam and Dean both hugged him before they turned to me.
"Uh .. Cas this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Castiel." Dean gestured between me and him.
"Hi, I'm Castiel and I'm an angel of the lord."