Engel Lied: Chapter I: Pie Night
Well, i'm pretty new to this livejournal thingy. I would like to start sharing this castiel/dean story that ive been writing. Its mostly about castiel's humanization and the discovering of his feelings about Dean.
The Title of the story is an homage to Elfen Lied, i've thought of making an opening secuence also based on Klimt works, they're soo cool!!
This is an intended eight parter, im working on part three now.
well, yis is chapter one, hope you like it!! Now i will try to figure out how this thing works XD.
I also made a blog to collet all my works, at the time its pretty much empty, but i hope to flesh it out soon.
Well, This is Chapter I: Pie Night
Chapter I: Pie Night
A bitter sweet flavor sticks in Castiel’s mouth, he can’t do anything about it. Uriel’s betrayal left him in a bad shape, the brother that was so trusted by him, was nothing more than an heretic. Who could he trust?
-My Lord, please tell me what to do- He mustered slowly, but there was no answer. Were them real? Were Uriel’s poisonous words in fact, the truth?.
-“God isn’t God any more”.- Said Uriel that day... Who is God? Where he is? There was no answer to that question.
-No one can tell me what to do, even Anna rejected my plea. I am an angel of the lord, i do his bidding… but- The “but” lingered on his lips. He was just the hand, the sword of the lord, nothing else, he should only do what it was commanded to him. Why he struggled with this? His feelings were getting on the way, a smidge of free will tainted his once pure consciousness, yet he didn’t want to cleanse it.
He walked trough the cold night absentminded, oblivious of the pouring rain on his shoulders. This “free will” was taking over him. He started questioning everything that was ordered to him, the blacks and whites now danced holding hands in his head, leaving gray stains ins his mind, erasing truth itself. When this started? That was not a particularly difficult question. September 18º 2008. When he rose Dean from hell. It was him, the precious human that will put an end to the apocalypse. Dean Winchester, the hunter of demons. At first he saw him just like a tool of God, another piece in the heavenly chess board. But every day he wanted to know more of Dean the man, not Dean the ender of Apocalypse. Why? His mind couldn’t even understand the question. Why i laugh at his jokes? why i can’t stop watching at him?. Why the why’s? I shouldn’t have why’s. He abruptly stopped his steps, trying to shed some sense in his chain of thought. There, soaked wet standing under a street light, he started to laugh, while a tear fell down his right cheek and merged with the rain puddles in the dirt. What have you done to me, Dean Winchester?
A young woman balancing some nachos and coffee cups in her tray looked outside the window. Forcing her sight through the darkness she saw a man standing motionless under the heavy rain. Releasing her charge in a nearby table, she opened the door of the restaurant and shouted.
-Sir, are you all right? Cass..? it’s that you? Get your wet but in here before you catch a cold!!- The waitress held the door open while the the angel, snapping from his thoughts, entered the dinning room.
-What’s going on with you? Standing in the rain like a stray dog. Have you been drinking? Sit in there, I’ll bring you some coffee. Are you all right?- The Waitress looked at Castiel with a frowned face.
-I am fine Tara, i was just… i’m not drunk actually… i just want some pie- the young woman looked at him conspicuously. Then she laughed and gave him a little slap in the shoulder.
-All right, but take off that coat. Wet floor means more work for me- Tara took the coat and hanged it above a trash can in the kitchen, despise the furious glance that the elderly cook gave her -Oh, Adam, you can’t stay mad at me, I’m too cute- finishing the sentence with a kiss on the cheek of the now jiggling cook.
Tara returned to Castiel with a piece of blueberry pie and a cup of hot coffee.
-But…-
-No buts, drink the coffee. It will warm your bones and hopefully you wont get sick- Castiel smiled at her shyly.-I would offer you some soup, but, it is not very good you know..-
-Hey!! - Adam rose his spatula over his head and swayed it vehemently.
-I’m just kidding sugar!!!- accompanying the phrase with a blown-kiss and then reaching Castiel’s ear.
-Not really-
The Lopn! Dinnin’ Stop was a notch in a map at the very best. It was a a shivering shed nowadays, but in its times of glory had been a concurred place for rebellious gangs in their motorcycles and high society girls trying to add some spice to their vanilla lives. Even some celebrities had their stories in the Lopn! and the dirty photographs in the walls were the only remain of the golden years. Castiel tried to remember the first time he entered in the restaurant. Something compelled him to do so, he opened the door triggering the rusty bell, and sat on a table, not sure of what he was doing in that particular place. A cheerful waitress stood before him with a smile in her face. The angel looked at her and returned a very cricked smile. The young woman stared at him longly, almost trying to read his mind. After a couple of uncomfortable seconds the waitress spoke.
-Sweetie, your order…- Castiel looked at her confused.. The waitress arranged her ponytail and cleared her voice -Look, i don’t mean to be rude, but you have to order something or i will kick your butt outta here-
The angel tried to muster something but nothing came to his mind, he tried to pick up something from the menu but he didn’t understand what a “Butt Whoppin’ Whooper” was. He questioned himself about what he was doing in a dinning stop talking with a waitress when the fight between good an evil was arising. Between his thoughts, his mouth opened and in a very low voice pitch said.
-Pie-
-Well, we have blueberry, apple and… whoa! that really is a very short range of options. So.. which one?- Castiel, still trying to understand why he had said “pie” responded.
-Blueberry-
-Oky Doky, anything else, sugar?-
-No, thanks- The waitress left the table and walked towards the kitchen leaving a very confused Castiel. He thought that Jimmy could have “leaked” in his mind, but Jimmy didn’t liked sweet food. Sitting there, in a very squeaky chair he tried to comprehend his sudden need for pie. “Dean Loves Pie”. The realization fell on him like a cold bucket of water.
-That does not make any sense to me-
-Yeah… here’s your pie - The waitress standed in front of the angel, putting the order on the table -
-Thanks… Tara- Castiel read the name tag in the waitress blouse. Tara, with a conspicuous smile, walked away. Since that time, the angel visited the dinning stop with regularity, always ordering the same. He couldn’t explain why, but those moments were something that made him feel…joyous. In that solace of humanity, he found comfort, and spended every moment thinking about… him. A very strange behavior for an angel of the lord.
-Do you feel better Cass?- Tara appeared in front of him as he finished to eat.
-Yes.. thank you Tara, i apologize if i made you worry about me-
-I’m utterly impressed Cass- Said the waitress in a mockery tone and sitting in front of him- Your social skills are improving very fast. When you first entered here you seemed like a robot…-Tara lowered her voice -Are you a runaway Amish?-
Castiel laughed, he had understanded the joke, but not soon enough he reverted to his moody self. He was standing in front of a human, talking with her, laughing with her, just like with Dean. Yes, him… that human. The angel again fell prey of his growing emotions. He had found himself, in many occasions, mustering his name in the dark, when he was alone. The warmth of that feeling, that invaded him everytime that his lips formed the word “Dean”, making him forget about everything. With this burden in his chest, and in a way that was not familiar to him, he started to talk.
-I think that i… have feelings for someone-
The Title of the story is an homage to Elfen Lied, i've thought of making an opening secuence also based on Klimt works, they're soo cool!!
This is an intended eight parter, im working on part three now.
well, yis is chapter one, hope you like it!! Now i will try to figure out how this thing works XD.
I also made a blog to collet all my works, at the time its pretty much empty, but i hope to flesh it out soon.
Well, This is Chapter I: Pie Night
Chapter I: Pie Night
A bitter sweet flavor sticks in Castiel’s mouth, he can’t do anything about it. Uriel’s betrayal left him in a bad shape, the brother that was so trusted by him, was nothing more than an heretic. Who could he trust?
-My Lord, please tell me what to do- He mustered slowly, but there was no answer. Were them real? Were Uriel’s poisonous words in fact, the truth?.
-“God isn’t God any more”.- Said Uriel that day... Who is God? Where he is? There was no answer to that question.
-No one can tell me what to do, even Anna rejected my plea. I am an angel of the lord, i do his bidding… but- The “but” lingered on his lips. He was just the hand, the sword of the lord, nothing else, he should only do what it was commanded to him. Why he struggled with this? His feelings were getting on the way, a smidge of free will tainted his once pure consciousness, yet he didn’t want to cleanse it.
He walked trough the cold night absentminded, oblivious of the pouring rain on his shoulders. This “free will” was taking over him. He started questioning everything that was ordered to him, the blacks and whites now danced holding hands in his head, leaving gray stains ins his mind, erasing truth itself. When this started? That was not a particularly difficult question. September 18º 2008. When he rose Dean from hell. It was him, the precious human that will put an end to the apocalypse. Dean Winchester, the hunter of demons. At first he saw him just like a tool of God, another piece in the heavenly chess board. But every day he wanted to know more of Dean the man, not Dean the ender of Apocalypse. Why? His mind couldn’t even understand the question. Why i laugh at his jokes? why i can’t stop watching at him?. Why the why’s? I shouldn’t have why’s. He abruptly stopped his steps, trying to shed some sense in his chain of thought. There, soaked wet standing under a street light, he started to laugh, while a tear fell down his right cheek and merged with the rain puddles in the dirt. What have you done to me, Dean Winchester?
A young woman balancing some nachos and coffee cups in her tray looked outside the window. Forcing her sight through the darkness she saw a man standing motionless under the heavy rain. Releasing her charge in a nearby table, she opened the door of the restaurant and shouted.
-Sir, are you all right? Cass..? it’s that you? Get your wet but in here before you catch a cold!!- The waitress held the door open while the the angel, snapping from his thoughts, entered the dinning room.
-What’s going on with you? Standing in the rain like a stray dog. Have you been drinking? Sit in there, I’ll bring you some coffee. Are you all right?- The Waitress looked at Castiel with a frowned face.
-I am fine Tara, i was just… i’m not drunk actually… i just want some pie- the young woman looked at him conspicuously. Then she laughed and gave him a little slap in the shoulder.
-All right, but take off that coat. Wet floor means more work for me- Tara took the coat and hanged it above a trash can in the kitchen, despise the furious glance that the elderly cook gave her -Oh, Adam, you can’t stay mad at me, I’m too cute- finishing the sentence with a kiss on the cheek of the now jiggling cook.
Tara returned to Castiel with a piece of blueberry pie and a cup of hot coffee.
-But…-
-No buts, drink the coffee. It will warm your bones and hopefully you wont get sick- Castiel smiled at her shyly.-I would offer you some soup, but, it is not very good you know..-
-Hey!! - Adam rose his spatula over his head and swayed it vehemently.
-I’m just kidding sugar!!!- accompanying the phrase with a blown-kiss and then reaching Castiel’s ear.
-Not really-
The Lopn! Dinnin’ Stop was a notch in a map at the very best. It was a a shivering shed nowadays, but in its times of glory had been a concurred place for rebellious gangs in their motorcycles and high society girls trying to add some spice to their vanilla lives. Even some celebrities had their stories in the Lopn! and the dirty photographs in the walls were the only remain of the golden years. Castiel tried to remember the first time he entered in the restaurant. Something compelled him to do so, he opened the door triggering the rusty bell, and sat on a table, not sure of what he was doing in that particular place. A cheerful waitress stood before him with a smile in her face. The angel looked at her and returned a very cricked smile. The young woman stared at him longly, almost trying to read his mind. After a couple of uncomfortable seconds the waitress spoke.
-Sweetie, your order…- Castiel looked at her confused.. The waitress arranged her ponytail and cleared her voice -Look, i don’t mean to be rude, but you have to order something or i will kick your butt outta here-
The angel tried to muster something but nothing came to his mind, he tried to pick up something from the menu but he didn’t understand what a “Butt Whoppin’ Whooper” was. He questioned himself about what he was doing in a dinning stop talking with a waitress when the fight between good an evil was arising. Between his thoughts, his mouth opened and in a very low voice pitch said.
-Pie-
-Well, we have blueberry, apple and… whoa! that really is a very short range of options. So.. which one?- Castiel, still trying to understand why he had said “pie” responded.
-Blueberry-
-Oky Doky, anything else, sugar?-
-No, thanks- The waitress left the table and walked towards the kitchen leaving a very confused Castiel. He thought that Jimmy could have “leaked” in his mind, but Jimmy didn’t liked sweet food. Sitting there, in a very squeaky chair he tried to comprehend his sudden need for pie. “Dean Loves Pie”. The realization fell on him like a cold bucket of water.
-That does not make any sense to me-
-Yeah… here’s your pie - The waitress standed in front of the angel, putting the order on the table -
-Thanks… Tara- Castiel read the name tag in the waitress blouse. Tara, with a conspicuous smile, walked away. Since that time, the angel visited the dinning stop with regularity, always ordering the same. He couldn’t explain why, but those moments were something that made him feel…joyous. In that solace of humanity, he found comfort, and spended every moment thinking about… him. A very strange behavior for an angel of the lord.
-Do you feel better Cass?- Tara appeared in front of him as he finished to eat.
-Yes.. thank you Tara, i apologize if i made you worry about me-
-I’m utterly impressed Cass- Said the waitress in a mockery tone and sitting in front of him- Your social skills are improving very fast. When you first entered here you seemed like a robot…-Tara lowered her voice -Are you a runaway Amish?-
Castiel laughed, he had understanded the joke, but not soon enough he reverted to his moody self. He was standing in front of a human, talking with her, laughing with her, just like with Dean. Yes, him… that human. The angel again fell prey of his growing emotions. He had found himself, in many occasions, mustering his name in the dark, when he was alone. The warmth of that feeling, that invaded him everytime that his lips formed the word “Dean”, making him forget about everything. With this burden in his chest, and in a way that was not familiar to him, he started to talk.
-I think that i… have feelings for someone-