gunsmokesoul:
He took back the flask, breathing a little easier. Not a demon or a spirit then, but there was an entire laundry list of creatures that she could be. Tucking the flask back into his pocket, he opened his mouth to speak, but stopped short at the mention of a bluebird. The simple word was like a knife twisting deeply in the center of his chest. He could not stop the low, cracked quality of his voice when he looked beyond her to the dark shadows of the trees and asked. “Where did you see it? Where was the bluebird?”
The little birds were a sign that the angel was near, and it had been so long. It couldn’t be him though. It was a coincidence. A terrible coincidence. He tried to still the fluttering wingbeats of feathered hope stirring to life in his chest. Instead, he swallowed and opened the passenger door. “It’s a car. It’ll take us somewhere safe.” A pause as he regarded her. “You don’t look much like a unicorn, but I met a phoenix once who looked like a man. I guess it isn’t much different.”
— She saw the look in his eyes, there was a desire to see this bluebird as much as it wanted her to find him. ❝He led me down this road, but the moment I saw your metal box….He vanished, he spoke kindly of you.❞ She replied, though she noted the worry and concern for this bluebird. ❝Was he someone dear?❞ She questioned, head tilting in a way only a equine would. ❝Is it my fault, that he vanished?❞ she questioned, looking confused.
❝A car..❞ She began, allowing him to guide her into her. He said, it would keep her safe. So, she would believe him. The bluebird, had told her he would keep her safe as well. Though, the mention of him meeting a phoenix peaked her curiosity. ❝You met him? He was a good man, confused and tortured. But a good man.❞ She state, now sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala. ❝This is not my normal form….I would draw too much attention, if I was my true form.❞ Amalthea added. It was like last time, she needed to be as safe as possible.
“Yeah, I…,” Dean felt his heart stuttering behind the cage of his ribs. “He was someone dear.” He liked the way that sounded. His thoughts drifted to those blue eyes, the rustling of feathers; if he concentrated hard enough he could imagine the sound of his name in the angel’s gruff, low voice. “It’s not your fault. He uh… it’s mine.”
He leaned in and reached to buckle the seat belt across her. After closing the door, he climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. “So uh… what exactly are you?” He said as he started down the road. “What’s your true form?” A pause. “Yeah, I met the Phoenix… we didn’t get along.” He would leave it at that. Hopefully she would not ask for more details.
