May God Be With You All (Destiel Fanfic)

Three

Castiel followed the small group of people entering the sanctuary, and he followed them quietly.

He could hear a man greet every other person and his voice seemed painfully familiar, but he couldn't understand where it came from.

"Welcome." Or "Thanks for coming" Or "Good evening."

He had gotten lucky enough to be ignored, his head dipped in what anyone could pass as shame.
He could still feel the eyes that never left him as he continued his path into the building.

His nose began to burn with a dozen different scents of candles and the statues displayed for everyone seemed to curse only at him, screaming for him to leave.

Castiel sat as far as he could from everyone, shrinking into himself as the wooden rows began to fill with other blinded believers.

It had eventually gotten quiet, a few coughs and shuffles, Castiel finding interest in his shoes.

"Welcome, Children."

The voice began, but it didn't seem at all sincere, it made him shudder.

Castiel had tuned out almost all the speaking acknowledging only the bells that rang at the end of the session, meaning he could go home.

He exhaled pure relief, but held back a little, waiting for everyone to leave. At a time like this, Castiel knew someone was watching him, he could feel the burning gaze of someone's eyes drilling into his skull.

"You look lost." Castiel tensed, the voice that was once positioned on top of the stage, was now here with him.

"U-m. No." Castiel stood, keeping his head low and only seeing the black suit the man was wearing.

"Are-"

"I'm leaving now."

Castiel moved out of his empty row and made an escape towards the exit, but his wrist was caught, and he was forced to turn back.

"No need to be rude, I had just seen you since everyone arrived and you hadn't moved a muscle."

Castiel knew it was rude not to look up during a conversation, so he dealt with it and managed to lift his head.

It was one of the biggest mistakes he'd made.
Everyone was right, he was drop-dead gorgeous, his puffed hair, tight jaw, swollen lips, the freckles that splattered over his cheeks and nose, and how could he forget how good he looked in the suit.
That wasn't what caught his attention.

It was his eyes.
Castiel could never forget how...green and how captivating they were. They dragged him in.

His mind flashed back to that specific moment in which someone had been stabbed and a man had loomed over him.

The man seemed to realize what went through Castiel's head, and he immediately let go of his hold.

"Are you going to an-"

"I have to go."

Castiel turned and practically ran for the door, pushing out and walking into the freezing air.

He didn't stop moving until he realized he had run in the completely wrong direction and was now in the middle of nowhere.

His lungs were in flames and he gasped for air.

The sun was already down behind him and soon it'd be time, and he'd be a target with no way to fight back.

Castiel began to walk back, hopefully not making things worse than they already were.