Chapter 8: Stars and Feathers (PART 2)
Chapter 8: Stars and Feathers (PART 2)
Title: Stars and Feathers (PART 2)
Masterpost: For warnings and general information of the fic http://seeking-pardon.livejournal.com/733.html
Author: Lizaredlion
Characters/Pairings: pre Dean/Castiel, Sam, Bobby, Claire Novak, Amelia Novak, Death, God-Chuck Shurley, Inias, Hester, Samandriel.
Rating: NC17-M
Word Count: 6182
Warnings: Language, blood, God issues.
Summary: “From the stars and its incandescent light and from the feathers of the Father of all things; the fledglings are born in Heaven.”
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October 19, 2011
Early morning
The Panic Room’s door was opened, and Dean was standing silently a few steps from the warded place’s entrance. He could see and hear a little bit of what was happening inside.
Castiel was whining and squirming on his bed. He had been babbling nonsense in his uneasy sleep as Amelia Novak tried to lower his high body-temperature by putting a piece of cold and wet cloth over the creature’s forehead, armpits, and stomach. The angel was dressed with a pair of mild-ragged pajama pants but he had no shirt on. A white sheet was covering his legs.
Suddenly, Castiel opened his tired blue eyes, focusing them on Amelia’s face.
“I want water” said the ailing angel, with a weak voice, in Enochian.
-I can’t understand what you’re saying, Castiel. - the woman expressed with gentleness.
“I want water” repeated Castiel, desperate “Please, my throat is burning”
-Speak English, Castiel, please. -said Amelia, and then she noticed that the angel was trying to wet his lips with his tongue, to no avail. His mouth was completely dry.
-Water. -said her, so she got to the jar with fresh water on the table beside the bed and put some of the liquid in the plastic cup that was beside the jar and took it to the humanized angel. She helped the weakened celestial to drink the clear fluids by holding the back of his head and passing the water slowly through his lips.
-There you go. -said Amelia, with a fondness that even surprised herself, but she decided to ignore that fact for the moment -You can have that for now, Castiel.
“Thank you”
-I wish I could comprehend what you’re saying, angel. -Amelia said, placing the piece of wet cloth over the angel’s neck. He gasped at the coldness and let a small whimper escape from his mouth - I don’t even know why I am doing this. I don’t even like you. Maybe I’m doing this for Jimmy... but I don’t know.
Castiel was watching Amelia with half lidded eyes, without saying a word. She was sure that in the state he was in that moment the angel couldn’t understand what she was saying to him; however, Amelia realized that something about her, something about the look in her eyes was making this creature feel peaceful. She could see it in his warm blue eyes and the light smile on his face.
-Claire told me that you did something really stupid a few months ago. But she also said that you did it for the sake of mankind. You were battling with a very powerful angel who did a lot of harm to you and killed many of your people. I never thought your family was so cruel with the members of their own kin.
The angel was lazily playing with the edges of his sheet while looked at the woman from time to time.
-I wonder if you’re capable of feeling as we humans feel...
Castiel slowly lifted one arm, pointing with his index finger to the roof of the Panic Room, where the dark sky was visible through the devil’s trap situated there. Amelia looked at the roof and then to the angel, who smiled slightly.
“Heaven” said Cas, ceremoniously, lowering his hand “From the stars and its incandescent light and from the feathers of the Father of all things; the fledglings are born in Heaven.”
-I’m sorry, Castiel. -said her, shaking her head - I don’t understand.
The angel pointed with his finger to a small and old and wooden blackboard that was under the table and made a sign with his hand to tell Amelia to get it to him. The woman took the board to the angel as he sat slowly on the bed, and then he started to draw something with a tiny piece of chalk. He was done in a couple of minutes and he showed his work to Amelia.
“Stars and its light” said Castiel, still in Enochian, pointing to a shining star that he had drawn on the board, and then he signaled a feather that was next to the star “The feathers of the Father of all things” And finally, he put his finger on the last drawing of the blackboard, it was a baby without a face, with little wings on its back “The fledglings of Heaven” said the angel as he was pointing his finger to the roof again, at the dark sky. Then, he lowered his hand on his stomach.
-Is this... is this how angels are made? -asked Amelia, receiving a silent answer and a sad look from Castiel. He pointed at the sky again.
“Heaven” said the creature, taking the board gently from Amelia’s hands and erasing the drawings with the side of his hand, and then he drew a simple house.
“Home” expressed Cas, touching the board, and he pointed to the sky again “Heaven”
-That’s your home. -said the woman, almost in a whisper. Castiel frowned, almost as if he could understand her, and answered by touching his own chest with the palm of his hand and he shook his head.
“No home” spoke the weakened holy being, softly and sadly as he erased the drawing and then he stayed still, sitting on the bed, with the board on his lap, looking down “I have no home”
A few minutes passed until Amelia realized that Castiel was falling asleep still sitting on the mattress, lolling his head and body dangerously; so she helped him to lie down, took the board from his hands and covered his exposed body with the sheet. He was trembling slightly as she was looking at him with pity.
Dean was so distracted looking at the scene that he didn’t noticed his little brother’s presence behind him.
-Jesus, Dean -said Sam as Dean winced -You’re creepy. Now you’re a stalker?
-No, Samantha. -replied Dean, rolling his eyes. -I was just watching the door.
-I thought Ms. Novak offered to take care of Cas tonight.
-Well... yeah, but... I was... I was worried.
-About what?
-C’mon, Sam; Cas is very sick and he needs a lot of care. I wasn’t sure Ms Novak could take care of him as he needs it.
-Claire told me her mom’s a nurse. She will take good care of Castiel, Dean.
-But she hates him, Sammy. -Dean sounded preoccupied.
-I know she has a grudge against him... but I don’t think she hates him.
-Sammy...
-Dean, if Ms. Novak hates Cas she wouldn’t have agreed to take care of him. Besides, I don’t think she would try anything bad against him. She doesn’t seem like a psycho killer or someone who’d hurt sick people.
-No, I don’t think so. -Dean sighed - But I can’t stop thinking about what happened to that family. I mean, Cas took Ms. Novak’s husband. She has all the right to hate him, Sam.
-That wasn’t Cas’ fault and you know it, Dean.
-I know. Those heavenly winged monkey dicks are the real ones to blame. But Ms. Novak doesn’t know that.
-I spoke to Claire. She said her mom didn’t want to talk about Cas or Jimmy since he disappeared from their lives for the last time. It was some kind of a forbidden subject in the Novak home.
-And now?
-Well, I heard Claire talking to her mom about Castiel earlier. The kid knows he isn’t the one to blame for what happened to her dad.
-Well, that’s a relief. No wonder she had been nice to Cas lately.
-What did she do? -Sam asked, curious.
-She was talking to him...sort of.
-Sort of?
-Cas was speaking in Enochian. She couldn’t get what he was saying, but he made signs and drew pictures to help her understand him.
-What was he talking about?
-I’m not sure, but I think it was a memory of Heaven or something like that. Inias said the memories of his past will return to Cas’ head slowly but surely.
Sam stared at Dean while he was looking at the stairs of the basement. The younger Winchester saw that his brother was concerned about the fact that Castiel could regain all his memories soon. The angel would recall all the things he did, including the betrayal against them. He would also remember about the wall in Sam’s head. Because Cas tore that wall down, the little Winchester had awful nightmares and hallucinations. However, the brunette hunter had already forgiven Cas for what he did to him. Sam was aware of all the bad choices he had made in the past, so, he could relate with the celestial’s pain.
The Winchester brothers were distracted from their thoughts when they heard a loud gasp and a pained whimper that came from the Panic Room.
Sam and Dean entered the place and the first thing they saw was the blood on Ms. Novak’s hands.
-He’s bleeding profusely. -said the woman with a terrified whisper, turning around to see Castiel on the bed, whining and squirming weakly. There was blood coming from his ears, his nose and his mouth, and also his pants were soaked in the carmine fluids.
The angel seemed scared and feverish, his body was trembling, and one of his arms was stretched, with his hand pointing at Dean’s direction.
-Please... don’t let... me die a-alone. -The angel’s words, weak and a little guttural because of the blood passing for his throat, were like a punch in the blonde hunter’s face. He couldn’t think about his grudges and resentment against Castiel when he was in such a vulnerable state. So, Dean didn’t think it twice, and he knelt beside his old friend and held his hand in his both.
-You’re not gonna fucking die, Cas. -said Dean, trying to keep his voice steady - That’s not gonna happen, you hear me?
Castiel gave a tiny nod and then his blue eyes started to get close slowly as his arms and legs were twitching slightly.
-Cas, stay with me! -exclaimed Dean, very nervous, shaking the angel’s hand softly -Don’t close your eyes!
-Oh, my God. -whispered the terrified voice of Amelia Novak as she was watching Castiel’s blood soaking the mattress. The vital fluid was escaping from the poor creature’s body in great amounts.
-Sammy, what’re we gonna do? -asked the blonde hunter to his younger brother, his voice so desperate and mildly broken.
-He’s bleeding from all the orifices of his body. -said the long-haired Winchester, touching one of Castiel’s pale feet, which was clammy and cold.
-Just like the last time. -Dean felt the nausea running from his stomach to his throat, but he tried to avoid vomiting. He wanted to be strong; he wanted to do it for his friend, for his angel, for Cas. -He... h-he can’t... he can’t friggin’ die! He j-just can’t!
-But he could die. -said a monotonous voice that came from the entrance of the Panic Room.
Amelia and Sam had identical looks of concern and fear, and Dean seemed between terrified and upset when he saw the man who had spoken.
It was Death, the Horseman in person, a familiar and creepy face for the Winchester brothers, and an unknown one for Amelia. But even when she didn’t know who that man was, she didn’t think he was one of the Care Bears. She could feel something sinister in the presence of that thin and old individual.
-W-what the hell...? -Dean said, fearing the worst. He squeezed Castiel’s hand tighter. The angel’s eyes were unfocused and half-closed. -Why... why are you here?
-I am here for the angel. -said Death, flatly -I am going to take care of that problem now.
The silence in the Panic Room after Death’s words was deafening. What could Dean do to save his friend from such a danger?
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XXXXXXXXXX--End of Part 2
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