The crickets chirped loudly tonight, the moon shined brightly high above as the neighbor's dog howled at it's beauty. It has been a very long and stressful night, but the town's drunk whistled in glee as he cooked tonight's dinner in peace. For once he was actually pretty satisfied with the outcome of his meal, the sweet aroma filling his broken home. After years of hard work, he gained a bit of extra money from the recent job he did, and decided he deserved a special treat and cooked himself a real meal as a reward. None of that old cook-under-three-minutes type of food crap. It wasn't anything too extravagant, but it was better by a mile than the crap he usually eats and it caused his mouth to just watered at the sight and smell as he served himself.
"Bon appetite ya' old bastard."
He turned to take his seat in his favorite recliner knowing a marathon of Happy Days had his name on it was just about to start in a couple of minutes. A tall human figure appeared before him in a blink of an eye. The sudden shock made him catch his breath and the lost of balance causing him to drop his plate and making a loud shatter when it collided on the floor, food splattering all over the wooden floor.
Quick to think, he took action as he went for his shotgun he kept near the counter, loading it and cocking it as quickly as he could, aiming it at the man. Before he had the chance to ask who or what the hell the trespasser was, the sound of a child whimpering caught his attention. He barely distinguished the figure of a four-year old boy cowering away behind the man who seemed to be holding a baby who was wrapped in a singed blanket.
He felt his heart suddenly sinking deep inside him along with the loaded weapon at hand as he slowly lowered it from the man, it was a bad choice if this man does have intention to do any harm to him but his safety was the least of his worries. Choking back on the large lump which he felt forming deep in his throat when he realized that he recognized who the child.
His hesitant voice broke softly, hoping it wasn't who he thought it was, "d..Dean?"
"Bobby!" the boy burst into tears and emerged from behind the figure, running towards him, crying out in pain when he had accidentally stepped on the broken glass with his bare feet. The one who is now identified as Bobby, dropped his weapon to the floor kneeling to catch Dean in his arms and holding on to him tightly.
There was no doubt about it, it was Mary's boy. Then that most likely means the baby in arms is his baby brother, Sam. He hasn't seen the boys since the day Mary gave birth to Sam a couple of months ago, Dean had just turned four years at that time. He noticed that the boy looks slightly taller from what he could remember, but still the same spitting image of his mother.
'What the living hell?'
Before he had any more time processing what the hell was going on, he realized that the man was still standing before him had never lost focus on them, keeping a watchful eye as they shared their moment. This time he was able to take a better look at whoever trespassed his property, a man in his late twenties possibly early thirties. What had stood out the most from his appearance were his astonishing electric blue eyes, the brightest shade of blue he had ever seen, his dark shade of black hair which was a complete mess looking like he had just rolled out of bed and didn't bother taming it. Dressed in a white dress shirt with a skewed blue tie which looked like it had been tied by a child, being topped off with a formal suit and a khaki colored trench coat.
He loosened his embrace and pushed Dean behind him as he aimed the shotgun towards the trespasser.
"Who the hell are you?" Bobby growled in anger, "and what the hell are you doing with these boys!?"
The man with blue eyes didn't even flinch at Bobby's outburst, he began to take a step toward them, the wooden floor softly creaking beneath his weight.
"Take one more step and I'll blow your head off." Bobby warned taking a step back, pushing Dean further away from the possible danger. The man didn't even hesitate at the order and he stepped back away as commanded but still serious and never lost eye contact from him.
"My apologies," he finally spoke in a deeper and gruffer voice than he could have expected, "It was not my intention intruding in this sort of manner, but I had no other choice. I can assure you, I mean you no harm."
"I don't give a rats ass, I asked you a question boy! Answer," he demanded. Dean pulled on Bobby's shirt maybe trying to get his attention but was ignored, Bobby's focus was on the man.
"My name is Castiel," he responded, "I'm an angel of the lord."
Bobby tightened his grip on the shotgun, wanting to laugh in his face settling with a soft chuckle and scoffed sarcastically, "'An angel of the lord?' Do I look like idjit to ya' son? There ain't no such thing!"
Castiel, if that is real name, tilted his head in an almost in puppy like way, squinting his eyes a bit looking somewhat confused. "You know very well that in this world anything and everything can exist, or am I mistaken, Robert Singer?"
Bobby placed an index finger over the trigger, now this trespassing 'angel of the lord' knew his name? This is not making the situation any more comforting. But with both Dean and Sam in the room he doesn't want to do anything that will make him any more traumatized than they most likely already are, but why were they with this man in the first place? How the hell did they come from Kansas to South Dakota?
"Where the hell is John and Mary?" he growled, he tried to speculate at all of the possible answers... no... Sam and Dean were not meant to listen to this conversation, not yet. "Dean take your brother, head upstairs and lock the door now!" he commanded, knowing it was best that Dean shouldn't have to witness something he'll wish to never had seen.
Dean looked up at Bobby and then back to the blue-eyed man, or Castiel as he claims to identify himself as. Castiel returned his gaze, nodding at Dean, almost in a way as if he wanted to assure Dean that it is best for him to do as he's told.
Dean gazed between both men before he tighten his grip on the hold of his brother and limped his way out of the kitchen. Softly wincing with each step he took as the pieces of glass cut away at his skin on the bottom of his feet, leaving a small trail of smudged crimson blood on the floor. Bobby resisted the urge to just put his weapon down and aid the kid, not with Castiel still around, he'll have to take care of him first then his first priority will be the boys. Footsteps were heard making his way upstairs as they were slowly faded away from the distance and the door being shut and locked was heard faintly.
Now it was just Bobby left alone with the 'angel of the lord' who was currently occupying himself gazing around the kitchen. As if he had never been in one before, for a serious one, he managed to seem clueless.
"What the hell did you do to them?"Bobby growled getting back the angel's attention.
That cold and emotionless gaze that pierced into his soul.
Bobby couldn't believe it, Mary and John Winchester are dead? This had to be some kind of sick and twisted joke.
He had no other choice but to give the angel a chance to hear his side of the story on what happened. Bobby was a close family friend of the Campbell's for as long as he could remember, knowing Mary far long before she met John Winchester. He looked out for her as if she was his little sister, and now she's gone. What a horrible way to go, but what made matters worse was knowing that their two boys are now orphans at such a young age. Sam didn't even know what was going on around his surroundings, but Dean... Dean has to be scared out of his mind.
Bobby rested his arms against the dining table, he couldn't remember when he sat down, or when he dropped his armed weapon. Bobby wasn't stupid as he seems to be, for all he could care he would ignore the fact that Castiel is still known to be threat, but he kept his weapon close by, just in case this angel has any plans on getting too overly friendly, not willing to take the risk of getting caught off guard.
"So what now?" he asked hesitantly as he rubbed his face from exhaustion.
"Mary had a deep trust in you, which is why I have brought you the children to keep under your care."
Bobby looked up at Castiel in a threatening way, "Excuse me? Does this like a daycare to ya?" he raised his voice, motioning to his surroundings, "You think you could just bring them boys in the middle of the night the moment their parents are killed and you expect me to jump on board with the idea of me putting on a frilly apron to play house with them?"
Castiel tilted his head, confused at Bobby's outburst. "I do not understand. From my observations, I can see how much you care for the children."
"And don't you dare think I don't," Bobby interrupted, standing from his place, "I love them boys to death, but what makes ya think I'm capable of taking care of two kids at times like these." Bobby smacked the dining table, the gun vibrated against the surface vibrating from the impact as he glared into Castiel's eyes, "I'm a hunter, nothing like Bambi. I hunt demons, werewolves, ghosts, skin walkers and all of that crap! This is no place for children to grow up in." He felt his voice breaking but still tried to keep it at a steady pace, he doesn't want to break down at a critical moment like this. "It's too dangerous."
"I know," Castiel responded not breaking his eye contact, "this being the reason why they should stay along your side."
'Wait, what? Did this idjit not hear what i just said? How on earth is that a reason why they should stay by my side?' Bobby thought to himself. This Angel was a not a good listener that's for sure. He specifically just said that he is a hunter and that this was no safe environment for no child, yet he still wants him to care for the kids?
The wooden floor creaked from the direction of the staircase catching both Bobby's and Castiel's attention. A hint of blonde hair peeped on the side of the wall which quickly subsided behind the wall when they turned towards that direction.
"Dean," Bobby called out sternly. No response. "Dean, I know you're out there listening. C'mon out."
There wasn't a response, at least not at that exact moment. The small toddler hesitatingly emerged from his hiding place empty handed, he must have left Sam upstairs. He kept his head low, not even then could he hide the puffiness from his eyes which were bloodshot red from the amount of crying he must have done. The sight broke Bobby's heart in two, poor kid, he is too young to be going through this.
Bobby motioned Dean to come closer, he still kept his head low and limped his way over towards him silently whimpering with each step he took, carefully going around trying not to step on any more broken glass.
Once Dean had reached Bobby, he picked him off from the ground and set him down on top of the dining table. Bobby carefully lifted Dean's foot revealing large gashes of cuts with smaller pieces of glass stuck against his skin, blood seeming to have already beginning to dry up from the red crust forming on the edge of the cuts. The other foot was no better, Bobby sighed from the tension he felt, he looked up and saw Dean couldn't look anywhere but down, but his gaze tended to wander towards Castiel's direction.
"It's okay, bud," he spoke up, "I'll help you take care of those nasty cuts and you'll feel a lot better, how's that sound?"
Bobby gave him a reassuring smile, Dean just simply nodded as he silently sniffled back the tears. Bobby softly nudged the boy's chin and made his way to the counters, reaching from under where the sink is placed, remembering that he kept some rubbing alcohol inside ther. In the drawer next to it is where he kept all the clean kitchen towels he uses when he drys his hands. He poured a rough amount of the rubbing alcohol onto the towel while returning his place in front of Dean.
"This going to sting a bit," he warned crouching into a uncomfortable position to the boys' current eye level and carefully rubbed the cloth on the broken skin.
"OWWW!" Dean cried out in pain right when the liquid made contact to his open cuts.
"I know. Sorry buddy, try to be still for me?" he cooed him quietly as he tried to clean him a second time with a more a gentle touch. The towel made contact once again, making the boy just holler out in pain from the sharp stinging sensation.
"NO! STOP! It hurts!" he pushed Bobby's hand away and moved his feet away from the direction cloth, tears streaming down his face.
Bobby sighed and stood from the crouching postion, he couldn't think of any other way to cure Dean without hurting him. It killed him seeing him cry, but if he didn't clean those cuts, they are just going to get infected and get a lot worse. Soothing him just wasn't working, the stinging sensation was just too much for him bear. And he still has to take out the pieces of glass as well, if there was only another way.
"Maybe I can be of assistance," Castiel stood forward surprising both Bobby and Dean, "With your permission of course."
"And what do ya' plan on doin'?" Bobby asked suspiciously, shifting into a protective stance blocking the path of Dean.
"I have the power heal," he responded.
"Uh...heal?" Bobby shook his head in confusion, thinking he must have heard wrong.
"Yes, heal. I can heal Dean without any pain and his injuries would cease to have existed."
'Heal?' Bobby repeated to himself, he never heard of any supernatural who have ever healed another. That was pretty hard to believe, it must just be an angel thing. He would be lying to himself if he says that he wasn't curious to see it for himself. But using Dean as an experiment was a huge hell no... then again, pain free?
"It won't hurt him, will it?"
"Of course not. May I?" Castiel politely asked and motioned towards Dean direction.
Bobby and Dean kept each others gaze and looked back suspiciously. They didn't have the slightest idea in what Castiel plans to do or how he does possess such a power to actually help. Would it really be worth the risk of Dean's safety to trust this unknown angel? Bobby knew a lot about the supernatural, but the angel thing was something new. He hasn't heard anything about angel sightings which is why he never gave their existence much thought, but as Castiel said so himself, anything and everything could exist. He does know some stuff about angels from reading the bible, not really being religious guy himself or anything, but how much of that information is actually reliable? Angels, their part of the supernatural world, how would Bobby tell that they're actually angelic or just as evil as any other demon?
He twiddled the towel soaked in alcohol and now stained with sploshes of blood in his hands, thinking about what he should do. Looking back at Dean who looked up to him with those large forest green, puppy like eyes of his. Such innocence and confusion showed through them, Bobby smiled at him sadly, it quickly faded when he looked back at Castiel.
"...Go for it," he finally responded, shuffling his feet to the side giving the angel access to come forward to the child.
Castiel made his way to stand before Dean, or at least he was about to until Bobby's hand had abruptly blocked his path as he firmly placed it against the angel feeling a small push back. He then slowly moved closer to his ear and softly whispered. "You hurt him in any way, I'll kill ya. Understand?"
He slowly turned his head towards Bobby direction making eye contact, "Yes, I understand," he responded, completely unmoved by his threat.
Having this angel being cooperative had Bobby somewhat satisfied. Though being unmoved from his threats made Bobby feel small in authority, but even so he wouldn't back down so easily. He patted Castiel's shoulder for his answer and shifted out of the way once again giving him a clear path.
Dean's eyes were wide as saucer's when Castiel stood before him. Looking absolutely terrified as he shifted uncomfortably in his place not knowing whether to come forward or stay back. Castiel on the other hand soften his gaze at the child and slowly kneeling before him, he gently held out his hand, his on way of asking Dean if he could take a look at his injuries. Dean hesitated at first, but he eventually managed to even out his breath, lifting his feet and resting them in the palm of Castiel's hands.
Bobby felt himself stiffened when Castiel made contact, he didn't like this one bit, he felt regret for letting Castiel anywhere near Dean, but he had to keep himself calm, if Dean noticed how uneasy he is, he may panic as well.
Castiel gently placed his hand over the open wounds, he pressed gently onto the skin, then a bright light glowed shown through his hand brightening the entire room with an eerie sound following right behind.
Both Dean and Bobby gasped out loud at the sight. The bright light didn't look to promising and Bobby just about had it and sprung into action, grabbing Castiel's shoulder and pulling him away from Dean, grabbing a hold of his collar in his fist out of pure rage. He was just about ready to kill the bastard for whatever he just did to him, when he looked over to Dean.
His hold on Castiel's shirt was slowly released when he realized the cuts and the small shards of broken glass where gone. The cuts were gone? He reached over and gently checked over the small feet, beside the smearing of the blood there was no sign of cuts or scarring whatsoever.
"How in the hell did you that?"
Castiel straightened himself out after being aggressively pushed away, "As I had said before, I have healed him of his injuries, it is one of many powers I possess."
Bobby's attention stayed on Dean, checking over again and again where the cuts once were, in awe. So this was how healing works for an angel.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked just to be sure.
He softly shook his head, "No," he responded softly.
"Well I'll be damned," he chuckled and smirked. He turned to Castiel who had kept his distance, he was definitely grateful for respecting the personal space, now it was unnecessary now knowing that he could be trustworthy. "Thank you."
The angel nodded respectfully back, "The pleasure is mine."
"Castiel?" the soft voice caught the attention of the two. Dean looked at him with huge eyes mixed of both amazement and fear. Castiel kept eye contact to him almost like if he were studying him, he took a step forward and kneeling slowly before him once again.
"Hello Dean," he greeted.
Dean shifted uncomfortably in his place, looking as if he had been holding in his breathe even as he spoke, "You're really an angel?"
Castiel stiffened at the question, not really knowing if Dean will be assured by the truth in his answer, "Yes," he assured him after the brief pause.
The boy let out a shaky breath, just staring at Castiel in disbelief. Both Castiel and Bobby expected Dean freak out, to kick and scream or run in fear, but he didn't. He continued to stare, lost in the sea of his bright blue eyes. He then shifted closer, and did the unthinkable.
He wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled Castiel into a hug. Both older men stunned at Dean's actions, Castiel awkwardly shifted in closer not knowing what to do.
"Thank you for watching over me," he spoke into the angel's ear, "Mommy said you always were."
Dean dug his face into Castiel shoulder not wanting to let go, comforted by the man's angelic presence. Castiel expression softened at the spoken words then wrapped his arms around the child, returning the embrace that he is receiving.
Bobby choked backed on his tears taking in the scenario. Thinking back, Mary had always told her boys, that angels were watching over them. He never he thought much of it, but it turned out to be true. Castiel was the angel who watched over them, now it made perfect sense in why he was so helpful. Mary was right, he chuckled to himself, he could already imagine the sassy remark she would say to him.
'I told you that I'm always right.'