A/N: These chapters never follow a specific order.
Series Summary:
This takes place in an alternate universe, in which Castiel is a guardian angel who has a list of humans he’s in charge of “taking care” of. However, he’s drawn to one specific human above all the rest, and finds himself helping her throughout her day to day life and decisions.
That wasn't until the early morning of a moonlit hour, caught between the ticking hands of midnight and the crow of the sunrise, that he found his human.
Castiel had been a Guardian Angel for as long as the seas had kissed the lands, for as long as the sun had spoke its greetings to the Earth and murmured its farewells to the Moon. He had seen many a human face, learned their walks of life, as they remained ever changing, and for many, he had guided them when their time walking on the Earth had run out of sand. He had been there for Wars and Revolutions, and his weary eyes had learned the hardships of goodbyes.
Oh yes, Castiel had been among them for as long as he could remember.
Despite the soft blade of compassion he had for the misunderstood humanity, there had never been a human whom he had been charged with, that without a doubt changed how he perceived their turmoils and triumphs. He had never found that illuminating connection to a human that many Angels spoke mythology of.
That wasn't until the early morning of a moonlit hour, caught between the ticking hands of midnight and the crow of the sunrise, that he found his human.
She was delicate and small and her cries were barely more than a whisper. Her mother held her so affectionately in her arms, this first and only born. A tiny little frowning face in a bundle of pink blankets, rocked gently in shaking arms until her soft whimpers were silenced by a moment of slumber.
And when Castiel stood over her in the nursery, watched her fragile lashes flicker from her first dream on this new planet, he found a strange sense of purpose. He found himself intrigued and concerned and the curve of his lips betrayed his usual somber demeanor.
"You will have a good life," he spoke, and the sound of a promise on his lips startled him.
Yes, he vowed internally.
His human would have a good life, with all the guidance he could offer her.
A/N: These chapters never follow a specific order.
Series Summary:
This takes place in an alternate universe, in which Castiel is a guardian angel who has a list of humans he’s in charge of “taking care” of. However, he’s drawn to one specific human above all the rest, and finds himself helping her throughout her day to day life and decisions.
It had been one of her hardest break ups, she spent three days in bed without making a sound. Castiel couldn't take it anymore.
She hadn't left her bed for three days straight, not unless it was the inconvenience of using the bathroom. She hadn't eaten much of anything, just laid there staring at the ceiling or curled up in a ball under a mountain of blankets. She hadn't left her bed because she didn't want to be reminded of him, of the man that turned his back on her. She didn't want to think about his face, or his hands, or the way he always made her smile. Instead, she pressed her ear-buds tightly into her ears and escaped to a land of fantasy, the beat of broken songs sewing stitches within her cracked and crumbling heart.
She hadn't left her bed, and she thought she'd never leave its empty comfort.
And then he was sitting there, on the edge of that lonely mattress, his bright eyes staring down at her, his hands entangled together with pensive grip.
"Come on, get up, it's time you stop doing this to yourself," he spoke, low and demanding.
She scooted into a sitting position, back leaning against the pillows that knew the curve of her body all too well now. She pulled the ear-buds from her ears, furrowed her brows and asked him to repeat himself.
He huffed a heated breath and spoke again.
"You need to leave this bed. You need to leave this room."
She shook her head, a stern 'no' apparent on her lips.
"Come on, get up and get dressed." He tugged at the blankets.
"I'm fine—"
"No, you're not," he cut her off.
"I'll be fine, then."
She thought by adjusting her sentence just a small bit, that the angel would leave her be. He was stubborn though, always had been.
"We're going to go somewhere today," he demanded, yanking at the blankets again.
"No, Cas, we're not. I'm fine with being in my bed."
"I'm not fine with it," he responded.
Her jaw clenched and she sank back in the pillows.
"Just give me more time—"
"No."
"I'll be okay—"
"I said no."
And without missing another moment, without giving a single warning, his fingers wrapped around her weary wrist, yanking her forward and pulling her weak body into his warm arms. They slipped around her small form, holding her tightly against him despite her squirming embarrassment and her attempt to escape.
"You do not deserve this. You do not deserve to loathe yourself. You did nothing wrong to that man," he breathed the words against her cold neck, "You gave him everything you had, and sometimes humans take that for granted. Sometimes, they are the worst and they do not deserve such devotion from another."
She was silent, listening to the beat of an angel's heart, listening to the words that fell passed his lips.
"You are a good human. You give and give, and others will take and take. You never stop giving." He leaned away from her, allowing her to look up and meet his eyes. "Never stop giving, but learn to start taking. Do not just take what is allotted to you, do not only take what you think you deserve. Take what I know you deserve. You deserve so much more than this."
Her body recoiled from his for a mere moment, and she blinked back the familiar warmth that threatened to spill forth. His words were true, she knew that all too well. The angel never once lied to her, throughout all their times as partners, he not once lied.
Castiel had always spoken the truth to her, and she knew that.
"Okay, Cas. We'll go somewhere today." She smiled, it was weary and weak but it was genuine.
