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Castiel had a house.
Dean Winchester had given it to him like it was nothing. Castiel didn't exactly know what to do with the house, he had never needed one before. Heaven had been his home, where there was no need for walls or windows or beds. He was not completely ignorant, he knew what a house's function was and why humans used them. They were protected from the elements, they ate in them, they slept, they made families. Would that be his life? He couldn't imagine it. But Dean had given it to him, so he would take care of it, grateful despite his uneasiness.
Today he had eaten and slept for the first time. It had been a...strange experience, but one his body had craved. Castiel looked down at himself, his body. His. He would have to learn how to best feed and rest it. Dean had assured him that with time he would grow used to this place. Castiel had his doubts. Already he didn't know what to do with himself, and after a good ten minutes staring at the floor, he prayed. He prayed the way a human would, on his knees, hands clasped. He asked his Father for forgiveness, admitted his confusion on why he was sent here, he was only trying to protect His Father's creations.
Nothing happened. Castiel hadn't expected it to, but maybe he had hoped, a little.
It was dim in the house and Castiel grew...restless. From what Dean had told him, the other man did not need protecting here. Castiel, now mortal, would be far too vulnerable to do much should something happen, anyway, but he wanted to go to Dean. Dean was all he had here, even if the human couldn't remember him. Or had never met him. He was still Dean Winchester, and he was Castiel's closest link to humanity. More than that, Castiel admired him, liked him.
What it maybe, maybe came down to, this tiny thought creeping around the back of his mind, was that he didn't know what to do without orders. All of his existence he had done as God commanded, had obeyed his Father and his Superiors. There was a brief thought of Anna, and how much she would probably relish this place and it's freedom. But Castiel only felt lost.
He walked out the door, wondering what Dean Winchester would do when he had nothing to do. Perhaps Dean would get a pie, he was fond of those. Castiel, on the other hand, didn't know where he could get a pie. He didn't know if he was fond of them, either. Instead, he walked the perimeter of the house, touching the walls with his hand, running his fingers along the wooden planks. It was well built, but his thoughts of architecture were interrupted by a sudden, sharp pain in his finger.
Castiel hissed and pulled his hand away. He looked down at his fingers in frustration, searching for the source of pain. A small sliver of wood was embedded in his index finger. It hurt. How could something as small and insignificant as a sliver of wood hurt him?
[Castiel is outside Ruby's old hut, near the other huts around the large waterfall. fyi he's still dressed in the business suit / trenchcoat. I may be slow, as meds I'm on are making me sleepy, but I wanted to get this up! Expect lots of Supernatural season 4 spoilers if you tag.
Post is closed for my own sanity, please e-mail me if you want to tag!]
Dean Winchester had given it to him like it was nothing. Castiel didn't exactly know what to do with the house, he had never needed one before. Heaven had been his home, where there was no need for walls or windows or beds. He was not completely ignorant, he knew what a house's function was and why humans used them. They were protected from the elements, they ate in them, they slept, they made families. Would that be his life? He couldn't imagine it. But Dean had given it to him, so he would take care of it, grateful despite his uneasiness.
Today he had eaten and slept for the first time. It had been a...strange experience, but one his body had craved. Castiel looked down at himself, his body. His. He would have to learn how to best feed and rest it. Dean had assured him that with time he would grow used to this place. Castiel had his doubts. Already he didn't know what to do with himself, and after a good ten minutes staring at the floor, he prayed. He prayed the way a human would, on his knees, hands clasped. He asked his Father for forgiveness, admitted his confusion on why he was sent here, he was only trying to protect His Father's creations.
Nothing happened. Castiel hadn't expected it to, but maybe he had hoped, a little.
It was dim in the house and Castiel grew...restless. From what Dean had told him, the other man did not need protecting here. Castiel, now mortal, would be far too vulnerable to do much should something happen, anyway, but he wanted to go to Dean. Dean was all he had here, even if the human couldn't remember him. Or had never met him. He was still Dean Winchester, and he was Castiel's closest link to humanity. More than that, Castiel admired him, liked him.
What it maybe, maybe came down to, this tiny thought creeping around the back of his mind, was that he didn't know what to do without orders. All of his existence he had done as God commanded, had obeyed his Father and his Superiors. There was a brief thought of Anna, and how much she would probably relish this place and it's freedom. But Castiel only felt lost.
He walked out the door, wondering what Dean Winchester would do when he had nothing to do. Perhaps Dean would get a pie, he was fond of those. Castiel, on the other hand, didn't know where he could get a pie. He didn't know if he was fond of them, either. Instead, he walked the perimeter of the house, touching the walls with his hand, running his fingers along the wooden planks. It was well built, but his thoughts of architecture were interrupted by a sudden, sharp pain in his finger.
Castiel hissed and pulled his hand away. He looked down at his fingers in frustration, searching for the source of pain. A small sliver of wood was embedded in his index finger. It hurt. How could something as small and insignificant as a sliver of wood hurt him?
[Castiel is outside Ruby's old hut, near the other huts around the large waterfall. fyi he's still dressed in the business suit / trenchcoat. I may be slow, as meds I'm on are making me sleepy, but I wanted to get this up! Expect lots of Supernatural season 4 spoilers if you tag.
Post is closed for my own sanity, please e-mail me if you want to tag!]