I Knew I loved you-Dean/Castiel-PG
Title:I Knew I Loved You
Author: usmc75
Pairing:Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pre Series
Summary: Castiel meets Dean for the first time.
Word Count: 2685
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
A thousand angels dance around you
I am complete now that I found you
Savage Garden
I Knew I Loved You
January 24th, 1979
“John!”, she screamed as the pain threatened to overwhelm her.
You have to understand, time in Heaven is not like time on Earth. They cannot, in any way, be compared. Above, there is no time as we know it. We are all places, at all moments, at all times. There are no physical bodies, no day, no night. You simply are, and to be is enough.
John Winchester had never been so scared. He stood holding his wife's hand as the hospital staff moved around him. He had known a lot of different Marys. He had known playful Mary, who reveled in angering her father with their dating. He had known withdrawn Mary, who had shied away from answering any questions about her family after they had died. He had known fearless Mary, who agreed to marry him and join her life with his without a second thought. He had known seductress Mary, who had shown him what waiting for a wedding night was all about. But in all that time, he had never seen panicked Mary.
And if she was anything but panicked he didn't know what to call it. Officially she still had a week left before she was due, but it seemed like with all Winchester men, this one was just as impatient and didn't care much for what everyone else said. Her water had broke at home, and instead of calmly dealing with it as she did with every other part of her life, she began to panic.
He didn't know if it was from the pain or the discomfort, but she was frantic, running around the house like a mad woman. She began clawing at dresser drawers, pulling out lumps of clothes as if looking for something. Which was doubly odd since they had her suitcase packed for the drive weeks before. Finally he had to lead her to the car, she fought the entire time with a strength that surprised him, and settled her into the Impala's front seat. The passenger seat belt barely made it over her swollen belly and he was frankly scared that by the time he got into the driver's side door, she would jump out of the car and run up towards the house and begin looking again. He watched her with both eyes as he made his way to the other side, he had always expected to be the one acting crazy when this happened.
For us to walk among the living, it is a completely different way of life. Try to imagine being a living thought, a bundle of higher energy and then being burdened with a body. It is like trying to walk with a huge sack over your body, doable but not preferable. I had seen the Earthly plane before, but I never took a liking to it. To be honest, I didn't trust humans. I had met one human in the flesh, and found him to be arrogant and demanding. Perhaps it was because he had found the secret of binding my kind to his will that tainted my memory of him. His name was Solomon and he was the lone human ever to figure it out. How to make us servants. I don't think I ever forgave him for that.
Forgiveness is a rather weighty subject where I come from.
When they arrived at the hospital she almost instantly demanded to leave. Her body betrayed her with pain and she was wheeled in anyways. They had already decided on a pretty normal birth. An epidermal and a few pushes and she would happily pass the small human growing inside her. She had never once asked about those hippie natural births, not once. Yet as they wheeled her into her room and the nurse came in with the shot, she began to scream again. Knocking the tray over she called out for her husband, without a thought he came to her side and grabbed her hand tightly. He could feel the strength of panic and conviction in her grip, she looked him in the eyes and said, “Do not let them knock me out.”
Again John was completely unprepared for this reversal of attitude. Mary had never, never seemed to be that panicky kind of girl, high strung and easily startled. In fact if John had to swear to it, he thought Mary was afraid of less things that he was. But looking into her yes, he could see, she was deathly frightened now. “Do not let them knock me out. Not yet!”, she amended.
“Ok baby, ok.”, he sad soothingly, losing all feeling in his hand, “What do you need?”
“I need my jewelry box, the wooden one I keep locked away.”, he knew which one he was talking about. Though he had bought her a few things since they had wed and all of them were kept in a jewelery box left on the dresser, he had wondered about the box. The wooden one she was talking about he had never seen open, it was one of the few things she had recovered from her house after her parents had been found slain. He had asked her about it a few times, since it was carved with such odd symbols, but she had always avoided the subject. Sometimes with carnal means. He always thought one of these days that box was gonna get them a kid. But here she was, asking for it.
The doctor had walked in, seeing the shocked look on the nurse's face and the fallen tray of medical tools on the floor. It was obvious, no one was being paid enough to approach Mrs. Winchester again. With a voice that carried respect he asked, “Mary? I thought we had gone over...”
She turned to him in midword and gave him a, “Shut up”, that could have curdled milk. She turned back to John, “It is in my dresser, behind the second drawer, there is a false back. I need you to find it and bring it here”, and she gripped his hand even tighter, “Now!”
John knew that tone well. It was irrelevant he hadn't heard it in a few years and it had come out of his drill sergeant at boot camp. Life with Mary always seemed to border on the sublime sometimes, and when they got like that, John had always found doing what she said made it go back to normal faster. He nodded and she smiled at him and he knew. If she had asked him to go kill someone he might have asked who, but he wouldn't have said no.
Turning to the Doctor she said, “He is going home to grab something real quick. If you or anyone touches me...”, and she let the threat drift off. She was rewarded in seeing the staff take a half step back automatically.
John ran out the room and to his car. He revved it up and peeled out of the hospital parking lot. He had always assumed he would be driving like a bat out of hell TOWARDS his son being born. Not away. But that was life with Mary for you.
There are rules. With rules come order and with order comes life. It has always been this way and it always will. The important thing to understand is, the more powerful you are, the more rules you are subject to. Not the other way around. True freedom in the universe is a joke, the only truly free person is the one who can do nothing to anyone. The fool is the only person who is free, and because of it, can be the most powerful person in existence. Those of us who have real power, find ourselves bound with more rules than you can imagine.
The ones from Below are bound by rituals and words. Through sacrifice and will, you can call one of the them to possess a body, to avenge a wrong, even to kill with the right words. They are bound by the rules that keep them down, it is their lot in life, it always has been. There are certain symbols they cannot abide by. The cross, the pentagram, the devil's trap. All of these are rules they cannot break, it is the way of the world, and we all know it.
Those of us that live Above, are no different.
We are bound by a similar set of rules. And though most of us would never dream of descending to the world, there are those of us that are posted there. Sentries, watchmen, guard dogs against eternity. They are bound by a different set of sounds and symbols, and a different sacrifice. To bind an angel you must know three things. It's true name, it's purpose and it's symbol. For with every host, we have a symbol. And we keep them locked away tight. It is the demons that want to run loose on the planet, I assure you, WE don't.
The ritual is called the Keys of Solomon, and though I had never seen one performed. I had heard about it from certain sources of mine. It didn't sound like a pleasant experience.
John had made record time getting back. The second drawer did indeed contain a false back and in it was the strange box he had remembered from so long ago. As he made his way to her floor, he could hear Mary's screams as the contractions became closer and closer. A pack of doctors and nurses stood outside the room, as if daring someone to go in first. They parted and allowed John in, more than a few looked at him with pity that he was married to this nutbag.
“Here honey, here it is!”, he said going to his knees and thrusting it into her hands, “Now please let them help...”, he began to beg.
“Get out and close the door.”, she locked eyes with John again, “And do NOT let anyone in until I say.”, she saw the panic and confusion in his eyes, “I mean it John, guard that door with your life and until you hear me say to come in, no one gets in!”
He found himself nodding before he realized he had consented to it. He got up slowly, “Mary? Is everything..”
She put a hand to her stomach, “Five minutes John, just get me five minutes.” Her eyes pleaded with his. And against his better judgment, he walked out and closed the door behind him.
“She needs a few minutes.”, he explained to the shocked hospital staff.
Again, time has no meaning Above. But trust me when I say, I knew the moment she started the ritual.
“Cassiel I call you, I call you on the eve of your day. I call you here and I call you now.”, she intoned with her eyes closed. She ignored the pain and thought to herself, “Come on Dean, give me a few more minutes.”
I felt myself moving, an experience that is unique for a being that has only known energy its whole life.
“Cassiel I call you, on the eve of your day. I call you here from the 7th heaven to my side. I call you now and I call...”, and she said a name that hadn't been uttered out loud in over five thousand years.
I heard my name and felt myself falling. Not falling like Morningstar, falling like being called. As I looked up I saw Above rise away from me, I called out for help but knew I had to go.
It was the rules.
“Cassiel I call..”, and there was a flash of light in the room. And before her a being stood, made out of light. Mary felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she gazed upon him. She held one hand up to shield herself from his radiance, “You came!”, she exclaimed.
“You called.”, he said back. Seeing her discomfort he coalesced himself into human form. He looked down and saw a small charm on the floor, it was a perfect silver representation of his symbol. He reached down and picked it up, and he knew he had to serve this woman.
“I didn't, I mean I knew..”, she stammered as her mind tried to wrap itself around it. And then Dean decided he wanted to try his jump kick again and she doubled over in pain. She called out and he moved to her side.
“You are in pain.”, he said feeling her arm with his...was that a hand? He had hands.
“It's ok”, she said pushing past the pain, “Listen, I called you here for a reason.”
He nodded, the greed and arrogance of humans was well documented, “I am sure. What is it. Riches? Eternal wealth? Please say you do not want someone to be slain, that would be distressing” He was still trying to get over the feeling of the bed sheets on his fingertips.
She looked at him in shock, “None of those. What kind of angel are you?”
He looked up to her and she saw the infinite distance in his eyes, “The good kind. What kind of human are you?”, he asked.
“A mother.”, she answered.
And it began to make sense.
“I made a mistake, a huge mistake.”, she said looking at the closed door, “And I am afraid...I know I am not going to be the one who pays for it.”, she grabbed his hand, a sensation he wasn't expecting. “Something is going to come, come into my house. And it is going to try to hurt my baby.”, she said putting his hand on her belly. “You have to do what I say? Right?”
He nodded, fascinated at the feel of the life within her.
“This is Dean Winchester”, she said trying not to cry, “And you will protect him, no matter what. You will keep him safe.”, she said sadly, “No mater how bad I screw up.”
He cocked his head and gazed at her, “You do know, your deal with a demon, puts your life in danger as well. You had the means to command me, and you use it for your son instead?”
She smiled back at him, a look of complete pity, “He's my son, you couldn't understand.”
He didn't, but he let it go.
“Promise me you will keep him safe. You will protect him.”, she gripped his hand again, “Promise me!”
He had no choice, rules were rules. She had used a Key of Solomon to bind him, he had to do what she said. With a sigh he answered, “I promise. It will be done.”
She smiled back and called out, “John! I'm ready!!”
The angel vanished from human view as the medical staff burst in on her. Within seconds she had been given a shot for pain and her feet were moved apart by stirrups. Cassiel say John Winchester take the small box from his wife's chest and moved it aside, examining the contents of it as he did. He saw the charm bracelet she had worn while they were dating, it looked as if one of them had been pried off.
Within twenty minutes the room was surrounded by the sounds of a crying newborn baby boy. The Doctor handed the baby to the nurse to clean up and as she washed the infant off, the angel leaned over her shoulder to see his charge. And the baby looked up past the nurse and smiled at him.
Cassiel had never had a heart before...but he was pretty sure it warmed at that look. And it was from that moment he knew, he knew he loved Dean Winchester.