"Cas? Cīmon, donīt play hide and seek!"
"Cas, Cas, Cas, CAS!" a desperate chanting of the angelīs name could be heard through the forest.
"CASTIEL! WHERE ARE YOU?!" the hunter was looking everywhere but it was hopeless. He was loosing him. Again.
But Dean was determined to find Castiel even if it would cost him his life.
As the hunter was looking for the footprints or hell, even a single fallen black feather would be enough to assure him just a bit! But with his Winchester luck? Not a chance.
When he was about to head the opposite way, he has heard it. A weak sound of fighting swords.
And... what was it? A yell?
Suddenly a bright blue light erupted from nowhere and it made the hunter close his eyes and even cover them with his right arm.
The light was disappearing as fast as it erupted and when Dean slowly opened his eyes it was leaving just a small trail of its remaining brightness and the hunter ran after it. He couldnīt waste any minute when Cas... He started running faster.
Soon the forest was left behind him and he found himself in an open field. At the first look nothing seemed out of place until he saw a man lying on the ground in the middle. A pair of black big wings was burned down on the grass on both his sides.
The hunterīs breath was caught in his throat.
"No..." his voice could be barely heard.
When I woke up I saw a bright blue sky. The clouds were shaped into breathtaking forms. The breeze was warm and fresh and filled with... there was something familiar in there but I couldnīt quite reach it.
Who was I? Where was I?
I sat up and I was naked.
Before I could look around myself, my vision was filled by an unknown man. He was looking down at me with surprising eyes.
I tilted my head and looked up curiously. Before I could speak he was kneeling down in front of me and with his face just a pinch from mine. I noticed he had green eyes. They seemed familiar.
But why were they filled with... pain and love at once?
I found his freckles somehow fascinating. They were spreading all across his face and the most visible ones were under his eyes and on his cheeks. Maybe one day I would be allowed to count them.
"Cas..." the man whispered a name. Was that my name?
I tilted my head once again, it felt only natural and the green-eyed man seemed to understand my confusion. I tried to look around myself but the man shook his head and I shivered. He then took off his jacket and gently wrapped it around my body and suddenly pressed our chests together. He was hugging me tightly as if afraid I would disappear. I donīt know how long did we stay like that.
But I didnīt complain.
I felt close to him.
He told me his name was Dean and mine was Castiel. He said he will take me home.
The ride home was quiet. The only sound I could hear was the sound of the carīs motor. He called the car his Baby. It was funny and I smiled. The car as he told me was Chevrolet Impala ī67. I understood his love for the machine. It looked... unique.
He glanced at me with worry in his eyes and soon the car was slowing down until it stopped.
The road was empty.
He stepped outside the car and walked over to its trunk. I heard two clicking sounds and he returned back with a long light-brown trenchcoat.
I declined to take off his jacket. I liked itīs scent and he didnīt argue. He simply put the trenchcoat on my covered shoulders.
I felt warmer and he started the engine again.