Remember

Castiel

"So here I was following blindly. One day I decided I couldn't do it anymore. I rebelled and I fell. I became a fallen Angel. No one wanted to be around me. Why would they? I was like poison. They thought that I would influence them to be like me. Doubtful. Soon after, my grace was taken. My power. Gone. Poof. Bye bye. I was given a life as a human but not a good one, as you might tell. I spend my days at the bar and live at a motel. Don't ask me about money cuz I don't have it, I don't know how my things are payed for, or understand why you humans insist on using it. I wanted to know the truth about my Lord but I also doubted if he was really there." I poured my misfortune onto Dean.
He looked at me dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what I was saying. I knew it. I just gave this human a lot of scary knowledge and he's gunna flip out.
"Angels. Angels can't be real." I heard him mutter. "This world sucks too much to have Angels. Why wouldn't they help? Cuz they can't exist." He tried reasoning with himself. "I mean, vamps, werewolves, spirits. Yeah. But..."
I caught the last part.
"Wait. Did you know?" I asked quietly.
"Yes I knew. I knew everything, except the goddamn Angel thing. That's impossible. Where's your wings or halo or harp?"
This annoyed me a bit.
"We have never picked up instruments unless they are a weapon of Heaven. Okay? We don't do the whole "halo" thing, and we take vessels. Our true form is too large and would blind every human here." He patted his shoulder. "Jimmy here was a devout Christian. He prayed everyday. All that stuff. He is my true vessel. Each angel has one, but not everyone uses them. Sometimes I wish I could give Jimmy his life back. He had a wife and daughter. I have a bar and a motel. He deserves life." I slumped in my seat no longer feeling emotions that were there ever since I came here.
"Why do I feel different?" I asked.
"Because you just unloaded. Got all those feeling out. You're gunna feel better now. However, me. Not so much. Come on its 4:30 in the morning we should go home, even though I really don't want to. I'll call a taxi."
"Dean, why don't you want to go home?" I asked.
"Cuz." He grunted.
"My motel room does have two beds you can sleep in the other." I offered.
"That's a bit weird to bunk together the night we meet. Here, here's my number, twenty bucks for the taxi. I'll walk home and pick up my baby in the morning."
"Your baby? Why would you leave an infant here, let alone go drinking tonight with out so much as seeing it?" I asked.
"My god. My car. My car is my baby!" He put down a twenty dollar bill with his number on a napkin on top.
"Your taxis on its way. It will be yellow with a sign on top." He said like I didn't know. Which I didn't, so I thanked him on the inside.