In the dead of the night, when everyone has gone to bed, I walk downstairs to see Cas. He is wearing some of Dean's spare clothes, and it's hilarious because Dean is much bigger than Cas. I'm not exactly sure what I expected to find when I came down here; the loss of Castiel's grace must have caused him to actually need a bit of sleep.
"Hello, Lucy," Cas greets me, not daring to move from his current position. Sitting down in the chair next to the table he lay on, I give him a sad smile.
"Hey, friend," I whisper.
"I'm glad you're alive," he smiles.
"You too. I was really scared that you were going to die," I tell him.
"I believe that I will be okay for now. Sadly, though, it seems that my grace is depleting. Without more to sustain me, I do not know what will happen," Cas explains.
"We'll figure something out," I assure him.
Cas slowly sits up, and he winces. "I didn't want to address this in front of the boys, but my wings are hurting."
"But I can't see th-"
Cas continues, "I will show them to you only because I trust you. It is not that I do not trust the Winchesters or Bobby, it's that I don't believe that they are as...cautious."
I watch in amazement as I see Castiel spread out his wings like a magnificent eagle; they are midnight black, and they are beautiful.
"Are you sure that you're okay with me touching your wings?" I ask, my voice shaking a little bit.
"Yes. I have faith in you, Lucy," Cas replies.
I fetch a bowl of warm water and I grab a towel off of the separate table of medical supplies.
"I'm gonna tell you everything that I'm doing as I'm doing it, okay?" I ask Cas, and he nods. "Your left wing is where the problem is. Feathers are matted together with some blood, so I'm going to try to clean off the blood as well as I can." I dip the towel in the bowl of water, and I gently dab it on the bloodied feathers.
As I'm getting the blood off, Cas asks, "How much has Lucifer been causing you to have hallucinations?"
"It's happened three times, I think," I answer shortly.
"I'm promising you right now that I will do everything in my power to get Lucifer back in his cage," Cas informs me, determined.
"Thank you, Castiel. It means a lot to me. But, I think you just need to focus on resting for now. We need to get you better," I tell him, hoping that he won't try to do anything too soon.
After I'm finished drying off Cas's newly cleaned wing, I tell him, "Okay, I found the problem with your wing. Something ripped through your wing, and because of that, the bone in your wing is broken a little bit, in addition to the skin of it bleeding."
"Alright," is Cas's only response.
"I'm gonna disinfect the wound with a little bit of rubbing alcohol, and it's gonna sting," I warn him. He nods as if to say he's ready, and I dab some alcohol into his wounded wing with a cotton ball. He winces a little, but he's fine. "And finally, I'm going to put some gauze on it, and you should be good to go!"
After I finish wrapping the gauze on his wing, they turn invisible again as he folds them and tucks them away somewhere. "Thank you for your help," Cas smiles gratefully.
"No problem, especially after all that you've done for me," I reply, returning the smile.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Cas says, producing a book out of thin air, "I suppose that I should return your journal to you now."
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Escaping Hell
ParanormalEver heard stories of people who die, but come back to earth? Maybe you've heard of all three afterlives; purgatory, hell, and heaven? Perhaps you learned it from a class about religion in school. Maybe you just saw it in an episode of Supernatural...
