The Last Angel

Chapter 2

hanyalouw 

My fingers were itching to make the next chapter, so I did it, if you feel like I should change something, let me know after you've read and I'll edit it.

Castiel stepped light as he walked through his woods, thinking. His mind was quite caught on what the hunter had shouted out.

'That cannot be. Why would I be the last, what do men know? Just because they have seen no Angels does not mean that we have all vanished. Angels do not vanish. There was never a time without Angels, we live forever. We are as old as the sky, as old as the moon. We can be hunted, trapped, even killed, but we do not vanish.'

Castiel settled under a tree, enjoying it's shade while he began to groom his feathers in quiet thought.

After a while, he began to hear something. First the softest fluttered of wings, then a voice, someone singing in a marching tone, "Wave the flag for Hudson Highborn, show them how we stand! I am a roving gambler, how do you do?"

It took Castiel only a moment to realize the singer was a butterfly, and only a moment shorter to see it, the creature beginning to fluttered around him once it reached the Angel.

"Hello, butterfly, welcome, have you traveled very far?" Castiel asked it, watching it flit around him.

"How far would I travel, yes sir!-to be where you are? Clay lies still, but blood's a-rover. Red Rover, Red Rover, let Charlie come over! Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home? My wild Irish Rose," The butterfly land on Cas' head, lightly in his hair.

Castiel sighed, "Be a little more respectful, butterfly. Do you know who I am?" Castiel could feel the butterfly tug on a strand of his hair gently, before it spouted out, "Excellent well, you're a fishmonger! You're my everything, you are my sunshine, you're old and grey, and full of sleep, you're my pickled face, consumptive Mary Jane!"

"Say my name then, if you know it, tell it to me," Castiel said, knowing he would likely get a foolish answer in returned. And it was such. Well, perhaps it was more poetic than foolish, "Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name!"

"Say it, if you know it."

"Rumpelstiltskin! Gotcha!" The butterfly called out, and Cas would not lie and say it didn't upset him just a small amount. He lets out a huff, scooping the butterfly from his hair and gently tossing it to the sky hoping it would fly away, telling it, "I should have known better than to expect a silly butterfly to know my name."

The butterfly did not fly away, coming back to Castiel to fly around him, saying it's nonsense, even as Castiel pestered it to leave, or tell him if it had seen others like him, even one during it's long travels to which he did got no answer, simply more nonsense.

Eventually Castiel sighed in defeat, leaning against the tree trunk behind him, telling the butterfly, "I hope you hear many more songs. But I must find someone who knows me, who has seen others like me."

Just as this left Castiel's lips, the butterfly suddenly recited something, similar to a  human's definition of the word, Angel, and this drew Cas' attention, and fueled his hope that the butterfly would give him answers, "Oh, you do know me. Please, butterfly, all I want to know is if you've seen other Angels like me, somewhere in the world."

"See you later, alligator! Cross cover before striking!" The butterfly cried, fluttering this way and that.

"Butterfly, have you seen the others, please tell me! Where have they gone, where must I go to find them!" Castiel hated how desperate he likely sounded, but the idea that he might be the last of his kind, while the others had slipped away without his knowledge, filled him with a feeling he had never felt before, but in the moment, he could not describe it.

"No, no, listen. Don't listen to me, listen. They flew down all the roads long ago, and the Red Bull ran close behind and covered their traces."

"Red Bull, what is the Red Bull?" Castiel pressed, needing to know more, the butterfly not slowing in his words even after Castiel spoke out his question, "Hold tight. Hold tight. Hold tight, hold tight. The bull creates destruction in his wake, and his horns are the horns of a wild ox. With them, he shall push the Angels, all of them, to the ends of the earth. Listen, listen, listen quickly!"

"I am listening! Where are the other Angels, and what is the Red Bull?" Castiel demanded, finding only more questions then answers in the butterfly's words.

And he would get no more from the the butterfly after that, "Listen, listen!" The butterfly laughs, flying off, "The king is in the counting house, counting out, counting out, counting... It's you or me, moth! Hand to hand to hand to hand to hand to hand..."

Castiel felt even more without the knowledge he needed thanks to the butterfly. But, "He said I could find the other Angels. But where? Or was the story of the Red Bull just another of his songs? ...Oh, I could never leave this forest. But I must know if I am the only Angel left in the world. Suppose they are hiding together, somewhere far away? What if they're waiting for me, in need of my help?"