Summary: You spend some time with Castiel enjoying the beauty of nature.
Characters: Reader, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Word Count: 1292
Warnings: Fluff, language, and hehe :)
A/N: My birthday was yesterday, and I had this WIP in my docs for a long time. I was able to finish it this week thanks to a slow day at work, so I wanted to share it with you. It was looked over by the lovely @dean-winchesters-bacon. Gif made by yours truly.
The grass was soft under your fingers as you leaned back and stretched your legs out in front of you. There was a light breeze blowing the leaves of the trees around, and you closed your eyes, savoring the way the cool air made goosebumps appear on your skin. The sun was setting in the west, and you had the perfect vantage point from the spot you were in on the hill.
The sound of fabric rustling behind you made your smile grow, and you spoke without turning around. “Hey, Cas.”
A tan trenchcoat came into your peripheral vision as the angel somewhat awkwardly sat down next to you, mirroring your position. “Hello, Y/N.”
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” you asked, jutting your chin toward the horizon and dark pinkish-blue sky surrounding it. Turning to face Castiel, you smiled at the soft look on his face as he took in the scenery. “You’ve been around for a long time, have sunsets always looked this beautiful?”
Castiel nodded minutely. “From what I can remember, yes. The sky was a lot clearer back then, but the few times I visited earth with my brothers and sisters, I was able to watch a sunrise and sunset. The earliest humans believed various Gods were responsible for the sun coming up every morning, and as part of their worship, would bask in the soft light of dawn and dusk.”
You snorted, turning your attention back to the sunset. “Until science came along and ruined it all.”
“Quite the opposite, actually,” Castiel murmured. “With science and technology, humans began to understand the world around them. Elements were found and named, planets were discovered, and most importantly, they learned how and why things occur.” Castiel looked over at you and grinned. “Science allows you to appreciate the natural beauty of nature down to a molecular level. Devoting your life to studying science and developing advancements to help others… that’s a kind of worship all in its own.”
Leveling your eyes on the angel, you raised a brow. “You know, that’s pretty deep for a guy who wears a trench coat in the summer.”
“Angels do not need to regulate the temperature of their vessel. We do not sweat or become cold,” Cas deadpanned.
Rolling your eyes, you crossed your legs and rested your arms on your thighs. The silence between you stretched on for a few minutes, and you appreciated the soft chirping coming from the woods surrounding the clearing you were in. Castiel didn’t speak, only continued to stare out at the sunset, making the blue of his eyes look almost an ethereal purple color.
“What’s it like?” you asked, finally.
“What is what like?” Cas replied, glancing over at you. You pointed a finger straight up at the sky and he raised a brow. “Heaven?” You nodded and he smiled. “Well, for angels it’s a little different. We see the technical and business side of things; counting souls that enter, reading their soul to generate their personal heaven, and making sure there are enough angels staffed to ensure the safety of those souls.”
“So I guess it’s a little more boring for angels than it would for a human.” Chewing your bottom lip, you took a deep breath of the crisp air surrounding you. “Y’ever go peeping Tom and creep on someone’s heaven?” Castiel looked at you and tilted his head, obviously having no idea what you said, making you smile and clarify. “Have you spent time in someone’s heaven because you liked it, not because you were doing maintenance or whatever?”
“Oh,” Castiel nodded, “yes I have. There is the heaven of an autistic boy that I frequented quite a bit. The boy would be flying a kite, and I would spend time appreciating the flowers and trees of the park that surrounded him. It was where I discovered my fondness for bees.”
“He didn’t freak out that there was a strange man in a trench coat walking through his heaven and playing with bees?” you asked, trying not to laugh.
Castiel chuckled quietly. “No, he couldn’t see me. Angels can choose to hide ourselves from humans if we enter someone’s heaven.”
“So you went stealth mode like a spy.” You raised your eyebrows at him and pressed your hands together to form a gun with your fingers. “The name’s Bond. Castiel Bond.”
“I do not have a last name,” Cas informed you before a smile spread across his lips, “but I understand that reference.”
“I think giving you all of that pop culture knowledge was the best thing Metatron ever did.”
“Perhaps.”
The sun was still going down, but a chill had made its way into the wind, sending shivers down your spine. The sky was a myriad of oranges, reds, purples, and deep pinks that all came together in a smooth transition across the sky. The two of you sat in silence until the sun finally dipped below the horizon. There were stars dotting the blueish-black color of the sky above you, and you leaned back, laying down on the grass to watch them twinkle as the sky became darker.
The bottom of a trenchcoat appeared next to your head and you blinked, locking eyes with Castiel as he held out his hand. “It’s time, Y/N.”
Swallowing the sob that tried to burst from your throat, you took a deep breath and grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. Silently nodding, you looked back down the hill behind you. Your body was still lying at the bottom of the slope, chest torn open and covered in blood, your salt shotgun still clutched tightly in your hand. You looked almost peaceful laying on your back – aside from the blood and wound – with your eyes open, staring at the sky above you.
Still holding Castiel’s hand, you squeezed it. “How long until they find me?”
The angel closed his eyes momentarily before squeezing your hand back. “Less than ten minutes. Dean found the cabin where the spirit’s bones were buried and is currently salting and burning them.”
Finally allowing the tears to fall from your eyes, you sniffled and looked down at the ground. “They’re gonna be so mad at me. I shouldn’t have gone off on my own.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Castiel replied, making you glare at him. Why are angels always so honest? “But,” he continued, “there was no way you could have known he was a witch and was able to still use his magic. A spirit using spells to revive himself? It’s unheard of. He must have been very powerful.”
“Yeah,” you scoffed, “powerful enough to phase through my body and rip my heart out.” Looking away from the grotesque sight of your body, you ran a hand soothingly down your chest, reminding yourself it was over.
Castiel tensed slightly next to you and you glanced over at the woods near the bottom of the hill, spotting the light of two flashlights getting brighter as they approached the clearing.
“Y/N?” you heard Sam yell in the distance, their rapid footsteps getting louder as they ran through the underbrush.
“Let’s go. I can’t watch them find my body. Please make sure they don’t go all martyr and sacrifice themselves to get me back, okay?” you requested, turning back toward the horizon, away from your body. “I know where I’m going and I’ll be happy and at peace. Promise me you’ll make sure they know that.”
“I promise,” Castiel whispered, giving you a soft smile.
The last thing you heard before everything went white was a loud shout full of pure anguish, followed by the brothers screaming “no” and yelling your name over and over again.
