The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 6: Souls

I was sitting in my chair again, in Dean's room. He had said my name in his sleep again. I had heard it loud and clear in my head, just like I always heard his prayers. Cas. But this time, he wasn't having a nightmare. At least, I didn't think so. He was much too calm. His skin was flushed, but he wasn't sweating like he had the previous night. He let out a low moan, and whispered my name again. Interesting. I cocked my head as I rose from the chair, slowly approaching the bed.

I kneeled on the floor next to the head of the bed, watching Dean's face. I felt the pull to see his soul again as I gazed down at him. What could be the harm anyway, he was sleeping. I slowly let my grace flow through my fingers, seeing the bright light leaking out. I cautiously reached my hand forward, gingerly laying it on Dean's bare chest. As soon as our skin touched, I felt it. I felt the energy of his soul reach out to my own, seeking my grace like a moth drawn to a flame.

My angel eyes watched as the brilliant green tangled with my bright blue, surrounding it and touching it whenever it could, swirling around each other. I shivered as I felt the feather light touches as Dean's soul explored my own. Dean was smiling in his sleep, his hand reaching out to find mine. He laid his hand over my own, both resting on his chest. Seeing and feeling his soul, I began to feel the emotions emanating from it. The words flashed through my mind. Protectiveness, possessiveness, confusion, and something else... love? I felt his overwhelming emotions wash over me, hitting me like a freight train.

I gasped, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. Dean stirred at the sound, his lashes fluttered as he opened his eyes to the bright light that was my grace. I sucked in a breath and tried to retract my grace quickly, to no avail. I quickly looked up at him, his eyes were already trained on mine. He was looking at me in wonder, eyes wide.

"Cas? Your eyes are glowing," he glanced down at our intertwined hands laying on his chest. "So is your hand. What's going on? Are you alright?" He asked quickly, leaving his hand on mine.

"It's my grace," I sniffed, my eyes shining. He couldn't see the green of his soul that was swirling around us, keeping my grace in its protective form. "Your soul is weaving itself around mine, trying to protect it."

"My soul?" Realization flashed across his features. "Is that what I felt? Our souls touching?" He asked, his eyes lighting up. They were the same colour as his soul churning around him. I quietly nodded, watching his face.

"How is this possible?" He asked in awe, still staring at my glowing blue eyes.

"As an angel, I can see people's souls when I wish. But never has another soul wanted to protect me as yours does. I've never seen anything like it. You're incredible." I was as much in awe of him as he was of me. A humans soul, desperate to protect an angels. A powerful, celestial being that can easily fend for itself. "Amazing," I whispered.

A dark red blush was starting to creep up Dean's cheeks as he continued to study me, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of my hand. He contemplated our hands on his chest, whispering under his breath, "You're my angel Castiel, I'll always feel the need to protect you." If I didn't have my angel hearing, I might not have heard that at all.

I waited until his eyes met mine again. I felt my mouth stretch into smile as he pulled me into the bed beside him, keeping our hands cradled against his chest. I turned my head, angling it toward his. I could still see the blue and green mists dancing around us, more beautiful than anything I'd ever seen. Being millions of years old, I had seen some incredibly beautiful things. But nothing compared to Dean Winchester's soul.

"Dean, your soul... it's one of the most beautiful I've ever seen. Like sunlight shining through fresh green leaves. It's so light and pure. You're fiercely protective of what's yours, always willing to sacrifice yourself. To sacrifice your life for others. I've never met another being that fit the title 'the righteous man' better than you do," I paused, letting that sink in. "You're a good man, Dean." I said seriously.

"My soul is green?" He giggled nervously, his face a deep red now.

I nodded, "Just like your eyes. Eyes are the windows to the soul, after all."

He blushed even deeper, letting his eyes slide shut. "Get some sleep, you'll need it for the hunt tomorrow," I whispered quietly. He gave me a small smile, that slowly faded as he dozed off. I went back to watching the sight before me, Dean's breath warm on my face as he sighed in his sleep.

The hours passed quickly, and I was able to gradually pull my grace back. Deans soul was reluctant to let go, but eventually released mine after some coaxing. Dean was sleeping peacefully beside me, keeping his grip on my hand all night.

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Dean stirred as the alarm clock rang, 6am sharp. He flung out his arm to turn it off. In the silence that followed, he opened his eyes and smiled. "Morning, sunshine," he breathed.

"Good morning, Dean," I said. He groaned as he stretched his arms and legs. He sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He looked back over his shoulder, giving me the once over.

"Is this going to become a regular thing? Me waking up with you in my bed?" He questioned with a cheeky smile.

I bit my lip as I rolled off the bed, coming to my feet. "Would you like that?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "Its not so bad." He paused, "Why were you in here again in the first place? I don't remember having another nightmare," he said, with an enquiring look on his face.

"You said my name in your sleep a few times. I'm not sure what you were dreaming about, but you seemed to be pleased," I answered.

He flushed red. "Uhh, yeah... yeah, right." He mumbled, getting up to grab a towel. "I'm going to go shower before Sammy uses all of the hot water." He practically ran from the room.

I sat back down on his bed, wondering what he had dreamt about. I wished again that my angel powers included being able to read thoughts. Why wouldn't he just tell me?