We Watched, We Waited..there was Only Silence (alphaxkiki)

[Keke14]

Dean Winchester

Suddenly the young hunter felt frustrated, she didn't ask for this, any of it. She didn't ask to be saved, and definitely did not ask to be part of some "apocalypse prophecy". Dean couldn't remember the last time she made a choice for herself. She's always been directed by the guiding hand of others, especially her father. Before she could lash out, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head. Castiel was only a messenger, and a kind one at that. Dean has definitely dealt with worse, cross roads demons came to mind... "Can we talk about something else?" she turned to look at Castiel sitting at the end of her borrowed bed. "What about you? You've gotta have hobbies, right?" Dean tried to change the subject, needing a distraction. Her subconscious was finally settling down from the nightmare Castiel had arrived to interrupt, but this new revelation was causing a different kind of headache.

[Alpha*]

~ Castiel Novak ~

While willing to choose something else to talk about he isn't sure what she means. Hobbies? What is a hobbies? The angel is quiet, "sometimes... i.. watch the bees." Is offered at last, voice warm and happy in a way it hadn't seemed to be before. "I follow them."

"What is a hobbies, Dean?"

[Keke14]

Dean Winchester

The young hunter turned to sit sideways, facing Castiel. "Bees?" she asked, chuckling and looking at him with amusement. "Angels don't get out much, do they?" she asked, shaking her head lightly. Although it was hard to believe that Castiel was an angel, Dean didn't know what else he could be. He didn't act like any other monster she's hunted before, and his demeanor was very, unsociable, like he's never had to had a regular conversation with someone before. She pondered the question, eyes wondering around the room and landing on the clock on the wall beyond Castiel. She noticed it was two in the morning, meaning she had only gotten a few hours of sleep, but somehow she didn't feel tired anymore.

Dean realized she didn't have many hobbies herself, occasionally she could watch some tv or a movie, but mostly she didn't have time for anything other than hunting or researching lore. There was always another monster just around the corner, no matter how many her and her little brother took care of. "Well, a hobby is something you like to do to have fun, relax." she explained, returning her gaze to her late night companion. She watched his expressions carefully, noticing how he seemed to relax a little already just by sitting with her. "For example, I work on my car, fixing her up and making sure she'll run perfectly for many years to come," Dean smiled, thinking of her 67' Chevy Impala sitting in the driveway.

[Alpha*]

~ Castiel Novak ~

Get out much? "We are supposed to stay in Heaven, until God commands." He responds to her with a wry quirk of his lips; the angel turns the rest of the way to her - back resting against one of the corner poles on the bed. Supposed to stay, but he couldn't stay away. Does that mean he has failed?

Castiels eyes are cast downwards a moment when she smiles- its bright and beautiful, like her soul. "And do you have other... hobbies... Dean?"

[Keke14]

Dean Winchester

Dean is shocked by his comment 'until God commands'. She chooses to ignore the sick twist in her stomach as she wonders why an all powerful being wouldn't allow their angels the same freedoms they had allowed humans, whom they also supposedly made. "Yeah, I have other hobbies," she nodded, leaning back against the headboard. "Lets see, I used to like bowling, haven't been in a while. Uh, hustling people at pool in dive bars, having a few drinks while I'm at it," she listed, biting the inside of her lip as she tried to think of more. "Watching bad horror movies while citing all the inaccuracies," she chuckled, remembering how much it bugged Sam that she actually enjoyed that genre of movie. Dean looked down to her hands, remembering her more recent hobbies... Ripping souls bit by bit, clawing them in the worst ways, and tormenting them over and over again. She closed her eyes tightly against the images, innocent souls trapped forever. Sure some of them deserved it, but most of them were like her. They made a deal with a cross roads demon, and they paid the price.

The young huntress took another deep breath, shaking her head to clear the memories before she opened her eyes once more. "Ya know, just anything to distract myself from the fact that there are monsters crawling all over the planet," her smirk was halfhearted as she returned her eyes to Castiel. "So what do you do in heaven?" she asked, pressing her lips together to prevent a frown from forming.

[Alpha*]

Castiel Novak

His blue eyes turn to her, catch her green ones and he stares for a long minute until he drops his gaze again. He exhales, "We uh... " What do they do? "We follow orders... we are warriors." Is replied slowly, because he isn't supposed to have hobbies outside God. Outside of following orders. "Soldiers."

Even bees are forbidden. (And the thought makes him so very sad.)

Castiels' wings twitch, and he is silent, never having watched a movie. Or hustled pool or anything of the like. "You need sleep, Dean. Fear not, I will watch over you. " (and she wouldn't dream those dreams he sees crawling at her mind, insistent and cruel.) "I can stay."

[Keke14]

Dean Winchester

She must look more tired than she felt, or maybe some adrenaline was lingering from her nightmare.. "Yeah, I'll get back to sleep," she assured him, nodding more confidently than she felt. Dean scooted over in the bed to lay back down without disturbing where Castiel sat. She stretched her legs out under the covers, not laying down quite yet, but covering herself up to her stomach. She looked over to Castiel and stated, "You don't have to stay," holding the covers in one hand and starting to readjust herself with her other arm. She smirked, "I'm a big kid, I don't need a night light," and winked at him, trying to be brave as she always was. The nightmares weren't going away anytime soon, so she would have to face them sooner or later, and somehow overcome them. Dean felt a little strange at the thought of him leaving her, but by the sound of it he was only supposed to be where he was needed. She knew her little nightmares weren't as important as other things in the world, and she would feel guilty keeping him from doing other, more important, things.

[Alpha*]

Castiel Novak

He tilts his head at her winking, not entirely sure what it means. "I don't mind, Dean." Is repeated softly; fairly sure that it wouldn't change her response. The angel exhales slowly, "its alright. It's okay to ask for help."

Or just to receive help.

Cas reaches out and turns off her lamp, "goodnight Dean." Carefully he pats her foot and then pulls her blanket up. "I'll be here in the morning."

And true to his word he keeps the nightmares and memories at bay. He gives her only good dreams.

--ts --

When morning sun comes through the window he still sits at the foot of the bed. A while later he hears Robert - er, Bobby, - stir after an alarm rings, and when another couple hours pass he hears that same man coming up the stairs, grunting. "Wake up, girl." Says Bobby at the door, knocking on it smartly. "Almost noon."

Castiel freezes at the foot of the bed, ready to leave. Robert Singer, he knows, wouldn't be happy to see him. "I.. should go." Is said quietly, voice almost seeming broken. "If you need me, pray." He rises from the bed, vessel stiff from being so stiff, casting another glance at the locked door where Robert Singer still waits for the hunter to open it.

[Keke14]

Dean Winchester

Dean hears, but doesn't respond. She slinks down to a laying position and watches the angel as he clicks off the lamp. She hesitates, holding her breath and flinching slightly when Castiel touches her foot. He pulled the covers up and she murmured a "Thanks," gripping the top of the covers and holding them close to her chest. The young hunter doesn't hear breathing, but knows he hasn't left her side. She can't help but feel guilty for being so weak, unable to face a freaking nightmare? Shameful. But Castiel was kind, and he insisted, so she wouldn't press any further. For some reason or another, she hadn't wanted him to leave either. Without much thought at all, or trying, Dean was able to fall into a wistful sleep. She couldn't remember what a good dream felt like, but this was the best. Her, Sammy, out on the road. Instead of going for a hunt, they were driving to the best burger joint in the lower continental United States. The dream was filled with pranks and joy, like they used to be. Just siblings.

~TS~

Dean woke to the knocking of her father figure, tensing a little when she felt the angel stand up. She quickly remembered Castiel promised to be there when she awoke, and sat up into a large arm stretch. "Alright I'm up!" she called through the door, rubbing her eyes lazily with one hand. Feeling much more rested than she has in a long time, Dean looked to Castiel and nodded, "I'll uh, call you if I need you," she smiled. Quickly before he could leave she added, "Thank you Castiel," she paused, "For last night." She continued to look at the being before her until he disappeared with little to no warning.

((OOC: I am SO SORRY! Between some recent health issues, I didn't have the energy or the mindset to post. I cannot appologize enough, I am back and will post as I had been previously. Again, so so sorry ))

[Alpha*]

(Hey, it's OK. If you wanna talk I'm here. Life happens, I get that.)

Castiel Novak

He'd dipped his head to her again, lips twitching, and then he is gone. Vessel and all.

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The angel paces heaven; paces in silence.

(I don't know what to put?)