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Fall and I will catch you	By : furbert Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 2770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I still don�t own Supernatural or the characters
in it.� I also don�t own any rights to
Intervention by Arcade Fire, and I make no profit from this writing.
The bar was not the quietest or most suitable of places for
a meeting, but Castiel did not have time to wait for the Winchesters to get
back to their motel room.� When he
entered the room, he found the two brothers stood by the bar, beer bottles in
hand and Dean discussing the various merits of something called Metallica.� Dean had his back to the door of the bar, and
did not see Castiel enter.
�I�m telling you man,� Dean said to Sam, whilst inclining
his beer bottle towards the younger man as if to help prove his point.� �It�s classic rock all the way.� If I ever see that iPod of yours in my baby
again, I won�t be responsible for whatever gets ganked!�� It was, unfortunately, karaoke night in the
bar, and most of the �talent� had been cringe worthy at best.�� He paused as he watched the next person step
onto the stage; a young girl, maybe in her mid twenties, with wavy blond hair
and an athletic body.� At least this girl
would be good to look at while she assaulted their ears.
�Anyway,� he went on.�
�How about we grab a burger and head on out to a different bar?� You know, a bar where the music is fully
pre-recorded?�� He winced at the cute
girl�s too loud and too drunk rendition of �You�re so vain�, stopped speaking
as he realised that he did not have his brother�s full attention.� He turned around as Sam nodded in the
direction of the door.
�Well,� Dean said, keeping his voice low so only Sam could
hear.� �He didn�t wait to surprise us at
the motel.� Must be important.�
�And he didn�t bring our favourite human hating friend,� Sam
added, and Dean nodded in acknowledgement as Castiel walked towards them.
�Dean, Sam,� Castiel said, nodding at the brothers as he
stopped at the bar beside them.�
�Cas,� Dean said, as Sam nodded towards the angel.� �How�s things going in God�s back yard?�� The girl�s song was coming to an end, and as
if in defiance, she had started singing even louder.� He had to raise his voice in order to be
heard.
�Not well,� Castiel replied, also having to raise his voice
over the noise in the bar.� The song
finally finished, and the girl�s friends fished her back off the stage.� The guy running the karaoke told the bar that
there was time for one last song.�
Joy.� The drunk girl was trying to
convince one of her quieter friends to sing next.� �I�m afraid we need a favour from you.� It�s very important.�
Sam sighed.� The
angels weren�t his biggest fans, and the feeling was starting to become
mutual.� �When don�t you need our help,
Cas?� Maybe you should just hang up your
wings and let us do all the work!�
Castiel narrowed his eyes towards Sam in response.� �Be my guest,� he replied, his jaw clenching
as he paused for a moment.� �I hear hell
is very cosy this time of year.�
The quieter girl had been persuaded up on to the stage and
was currently choosing the song that she wanted to sing.� Dean figured it would probably be best to get
out of the bar before his eardrums were assaulted yet again.� �Quit your bitching, both of you,� he
growled, then said to his brother �let�s at least find out what he wants before
we tell him where to shove it.�
As Castiel started to explain how Lilith intended to break
another seal, Dean was amused to hear what sounded like church organ music
coming from the stage.� Castiel didn�t
seem to notice, until the girl started to sing.�
After a few moments, Dean noticed that Castiel had trailed off, in the
middle of his sentence, and was staring wide-eyed at the girl on stage.
�Castiel?� Sam said, a quizzical look on his face as he
tried to catch the angel�s attention by waving, and failed.� Dean followed Castiel�s gaze to the girl on
the stage.� She was curvier than her
friend, and seemed a lot more talented at singing as well.� She had seemed nervous at first, but was now
getting into it and her voice was strong and clear as she sang.
Castiel was lost.� He knew that he had an important mission to
pass on to the Winchesters, but he could not think as the words the girl was
singing washed over him:
�Working for the church
while your family dies,� she sang.� �You
take what they give you and you keep it inside.�
Every spark of friendship and love will die without a home.� Hear the soldier groan, �We'll go at it
alone.��
�Cas?� Dean echoed his
brother as he also tried to catch the angel�s attention, and also failed.� He followed Castiel�s gaze again and looked
over at the girl.� She was certainly good
looking to him, but as far as Dean knew, angels didn�t scope out girls in
bars.� Was it the words of the song that
were getting to him?
With what appeared to be
a Herculean effort, Castiel tore his eyes away from the singing girl and
focused on the Winchesters once again.�
However, his gaze lacked the single-minded focus that it usually had.
�You okay man?� Dean
asked, and Castiel narrowed his eyes in response.
�I�m fine,� the angel
replied, his voice clipped, and the two brothers exchanged a sidelong
glance.� Ignoring the humans, Castiel
gave the orders that he had been sent to deliver.� �This town has a central library with an
occult section-�
�Wait,� Sam
interrupted.� �I went to the library this
morning, and there�s definitely no occult section.�
�It�s in the basement,�
Castiel went on, ignoring Sam again.�
�Closed to the public.� There is a
book there that Lilith wants.� We need
you to destroy it before it falls into the wrong hands.�
�What�s so bad about this
book that it needs to go?� Dean asked, and Castiel frowned.
�It contains spells for
binding an angel to the user�s will,� he replied.� �If it got into the hands of a demon, I do
not like to think what would happen.�
�So why don�t the angels
just swoop in there and take it?� Dean asked.�
Castiel looked uneasy.
�It has a spell already
on it?� Sam asked, and the angel nodded.
�We can�t go near it,�
Castiel said.� �So I�m afraid it�s up to
you.� And the demons are on their
way.� The book has to be destroyed
immediately.�
�Is this a �once you�ve
finished your beer� kind of immediately?� Dean asked, hopeful to be able to
finish his drink, but the look on Castiel�s face did not bode well.� �Guess not,� he grumbled, turning away from
the angel and slamming his bottle onto the bar just as the girl�s song came to
an end. ��Are you staying to watch more
of the show?� he asked, wondering if Castiel had plans for the girl as well as
them.� But when he turned back to the
place where the angel had been standing, he had already disappeared from sight.
*�� *�� *
Castiel sat on a bench in one of the City parks that he
often visited when he needed to think.�
He had shown � weakness � in
front of the Winchesters of all people.�
He needed them to be strong, and this
was the example that he set them.� It was
unacceptable.�
Contrary to the brothers� belief, it had not been the song
that had disconcerted him, although the lyrics had stuck in his mind
somewhat.� It was those big, dark eyes
and the chestnut hair; smooth and shiny this time instead of matted and messy,
but the same hair nevertheless.� Since
the moment he first laid eyes on this girl, not a second went by when he did
not wonder if he had done the right thing.�
If she would ever recover from what he had allowed to happen to her.
Wonder?� Call it like it really is, Castiel though
to himself.� Doubt.
No.� He did not
doubt.� Doubting was for the Fallen, for her.�
And he was not like her, would never
be like her.
But he still found himself wondering how long it had
been.� Time sometimes moved unexpectedly
between heaven and earth.� He was � glad
� to see that the woman seemed to have recovered.� She had friends, and that was what humans
did; make friends, find a mate, have a family.�
Fall in love.� All things that
were quite alien to him.
She was unimportant.�
So why could he not stop thinking about her?

Author�s note: It�s going somewhere.� Honestly.�
Stay tuned for more angel angst; will Cas ever pluck up the courage to
speak to her?
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