Lights blew out and shutters rattled against the push and pull of the wind. They had used every summoning symbol they knew, whatever this was that had blew out Pamela's eyes would pay. A shotgun in hand, the hunter tiptoed closer to the barn doors, which were old and worn by time and weather, the two most destructive forces of nature. Suddenly the doors swung open, and what was behind it was not even close to what Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer had imagined. He had ruffled dark hair and wore a long trenchcoat, underneath of which was a white button up, a suit, and a blue tie. Dean kept the gun raised and immedietely shot three times at this mysterious man.. Nothing, so he wasnt a Ghost, since the rock-salt bullets didnt work, though they punched holes in his clothing. Bobby shot the man as well, but it had the same effect.. absolutely nothing. The man walked closer, and he had that sort of "puppy-dog" look to him. "Who are you?" Dean asked in a hushed voice, though it still had its usual deep tone, "Im the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition" Castiel replied simply
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Little Bluebird
FanfictionCastiel, an angel of the Lord, is on a mission to find his Grace, not used to being human. He discovers new urges towards a certain hunter, the one he gripped tight and raised from Perdition, though he fears Dean doesn't feel the same. After the blo...
