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TITLE: The Castiel Doll
PAIRING: No Pairing
RATING: T
CHAPTER: One-shot
SUMMARY: The origin of Celeste’s Castiel doll.
A/N - I know I haven’t been updating that often, so here’s a drabble to make up for it. I know the Castiel doll hasn’t featured very much, but it will. This just explains where it came from.
Celeste was 8 when she had got really sick and had to be hospitalized.
“Celeste, sweetie. Time to wake up”, Tabitha said, entering her daughter’s bedroom. She walked over to Celeste’s bedside and saw her daughter’s face was pale and covered in sweat.
Tabitha placed her hand on Celeste’s forehead and pulled it back when she felt how hot it was. “Johnathan!”
Her husband came running into the room. “What’s wrong?”
“Come feel her forehead”.
Johnathan placed his hand on Celeste’s forehead. “God, she feels like she’s burning from the inside out. We need to get her to the hospital”.
Tabitha picked Celeste up and carried her to the car. On the way to the hospital, Tabitha spoke to her daughter.
Celeste didn’t respond to her voice.
“Gabe, where are you?” Tabitha whispered.
When they arrived at the hospital, the nurses took Celeste from her.
Johnathan went down to the cafeteria to get some food, while Tabitha waited on news from the doctor.
Please watch over her, Tabitha prayed. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up, seeing Gabriel standing there.
“I’ll take care of her”, Gabriel told her.
“I know you will Gabe”.
Gabriel vanished and appeared in an examination room.
Celeste looked so small in the hospital bed.
“My poor angel”, Gabriel said softly. He stepped up next to the bed and took her small hand in his larger one. Gabriel could heal her with one touch, but that would arouse too much suspicion so he could do nothing but watch her struggle to breathe.
No parent should have to watch their child suffer.
Celeste’s eyes open and through her fuzzy vision, she could see Gabriel.
“Hey. Hey there, sweetheart”, Gabriel cooed.
Celeste smiled at him before coughing violently.
Don’t leave me, he heard her pray. Gabriel leaned down and kissed her burning forehead. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart”.
The doctors finally figured out that Celeste had contracted some type of infection. It wasn’t deadly or anything, but her immune system had taken quite a beating because of it.
Celeste had an IV set up and the doctors were monitoring her.
Tabitha and Johnathan were allowed to see Celeste to spend some time with her before they had to leave her overnight.
Castiel, meanwhile, was in the gift shop downstairs.
“What are you doing here?” Gabriel asked him, even though he knew exactly why Castiel was there.
“It’s customary to buy someone in suffering a gift, correct?”
“Yes”.
“But what do 8 year old girls like?”
“Celeste isn’t going to care what it is as long as it comes from you”.
Castiel sighed. Then he thought up an idea and disappeared.
Gabriel appeared in Celeste’s room and Tabitha smiled at him. Gabriel’s heart fluttered. Even after all these years, he was still head over heels in love with her, despite her having moved on.
When it came time for Tabitha and Johnathan to leave, Celeste begged them not to go.
“You’ll be back home in no time”, Tabitha told her daughter, “Don’t worry, angels are watching over you, remember?” She kissed Celeste’s forehead and left with her husband.
“It’s just me and you now, sweetheart”, Gabriel told her.
Hours after Celeste’s family had left, Castiel stood by her bedside. Like usual, he had the night shift.
“She shouldn’t wake up”, Gabriel told him, “They’ve been giving her pretty strong medicine. She’s been in and out all evening”.
“Thank you, brother”.
Gabriel nodded and then vanished.
Castiel took the gift out of his vessel’s jacket pocket and laid it next to her. He had found a doll maker who lived in Argentina and asked him to make the doll in his own likeness.
It became a tradition. For every vessel Castiel took, he would have another doll made for her, so even when he wasn’t there for her, he was.
TITLE: On the Side of the Angels Chapter 13
PAIRING: (Castiel/Celeste)
RATING: T
CHAPTER: 13/?
SUMMARY: Celeste, the daughter of a fallen angel and mortal. Ever since she was born, the angels were given orders to protect her, specifically Castiel and Gabriel. When she was 16, she was in a horrific car accident, which Castiel saved her from. When Castiel comes back to Earth, she’s in his thoughts 24/7. This poses a problem for him. How can he love her and still follow orders?
Chuck entered his house with a brown paper bag and a six pack of cans. He walked in slowly and found Dean sitting in his living room. “Dean”.
“I take it you knew I'd be here”.
“You look terrible”.
“That's 'cause I just got hit by a minivan, Chuck”.
“Oh”.
“That it? Every damn thing you write about me comes true; that’s all you have to say is "oh"?!”
“Please don't yell at me”.
Dean stood up from the chair. “Why do I get feeling there's something that you're not telling us?”
“What wouldn’t I be telling you?”
“How you know what you know, for starters!”
“I don't know how I know, I just do!”
Dean shoved Chuck up against the wall. “That's not good enough. How the hell are you doing this?!”
Castiel appeared in the room, Celeste by his side. “Dean, let him go!”
Dean released Chuck and turned to face Castiel and Celeste.
“This man is to be protected”, Castiel said.
“Why?” Dean asked.
“He's a Prophet of the Lord”.
“You...You're Castiel...aren't you?” Chuck asked, “And Celeste. I never even wrote you in”.
“Thank you?” Celeste said hesitantly.
“It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I... admire your work”, Castiel told him. He picked up one of the books and started paging through it.
Celeste snatched it out of his hand. “I’ll take that”, she said with a small smile on her face.
“Whoa, whoa, what? This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's – he's... he's practically a Penthouse Forum writer”, Dean said. Dean turned to Chuck. “Did you know about this?”
Chuck stumbled over to his armchair and opened a fresh bottle of whisky and poured himself some.
Castiel noticed Celeste’s nose crinkle in disgust as she looked up from the Supernatural book she was reading. He thought it made her look adorable.
“I, uh, I might have dreamt about it”, Chuck said.
“And you didn't tell us?!” Dean yelled.
“It was too preposterous. Not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night-level douchiness”. He finished his short rant and gulped down the whisky in his hand.
Celeste’s nose once again crinkled in disgust.
“This is the guy who decides our fate?” Dean asked Castiel.
“He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece – a conduit for the inspired word”.
“The word? The word of god? What, like the new new testament?”
“One day, these books – they'll be known as the Winchester gospel”.
“You got to be kidding me”, Dean and Chuck said in unison as Celeste giggled.
“I am not... kidding you”, Castiel said with dead seriousness. He turned to Celeste and gave her a look that made her stop laughing.
“If you all would please excuse me one minute”, Chuck said. He stood up with the whisky bottle still in his hand and went upstairs.
“Him? Really?” Dean asked.
“You should've seen Luke”, Castiel said, causing Celeste to snort in amusement.
“Why'd he get tapped?”
“I don't know how prophets are chosen. The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command”.
“How high?”
“Very”.
“Well, whatever. How do we get around this?”
Castiel narrowed his eyes and cocked his head in confusion. “Around what?”
“The Sam-Lilith love connection. How do we stop it from happening?”
“What the prophet has written can't be unwritten. As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass”.
Dean stormed out of the house.
Castiel turned to Celeste, who was still engrossed in the Supernatural book. “Enjoying yourself?”
Celeste smiled at him. “Very much so. Earlier when you said the prophet order comes from high up on the ‘celestial chain of command’…did you mean like archangel status?”
Castiel only nodded.
Celeste turned back to the book.
“Have I done anything to upset you?” Castiel asked her.
“No Cass. I’m fine. Let’s just go”. Celeste threw the book on the couch.
“Celeste…”
“Please Castiel. I don’t want to talk about it”.
Castiel followed her out of the house. They walked around the town, enjoying their time together until Castiel stopped and listened.
“Cass, what is it?” Celeste asked.
“Dean”. He grabbed her arm and they both appeared outside a hotel.
“Warn a girl before you do that”.
“Prayer is a sign of faith. This is a good thing, Dean”, Castiel said approaching him.
“So does that mean you'll help me?”
“I'm not sure what I can do”.
“Drag Sam out of here, now. Before Lilith shows up”.
“It's a prophecy. I can't interfere. And neither can Celeste”.
“You have tested me and thrown me every which way. And I have never asked for anything. Not a damn thing. But now I'm asking. I need your help. Please”.
“What you're asking, it's... not within my power to do”, Castiel said, trying to make Dean understand.
“Why? 'Cause it's "divine prophecy"?”
“Yes”.
“So, what – We're just supposed to sit around and, and wait for it to happen?” Dean asked, his voice getting louder.
“I'm sorry”.
“Screw you. You and your mission. Your God. If you don't help me now, then when the time comes and you need me... don't bother knocking”. Dean turned and walked away from the angel and the young nephilim.
Castiel turned around. “Dean”.
“What?!”
“You must understand why I can't intercede. Prophets are very special. They're protected”.
“I get that”.
“If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an archangel will appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're heaven's most terrifying weapon”.
Celeste turned her head away from the two males. Castiel could sense her discomfort.
“And these archangels, they're tied to prophets?” Dean asked.
“Yes”, Castiel said.
“So if a prophet was in the same room as a demon…”
“Then the most fearsome wrath of heaven would rain down on that demon. Just so you understand...why I can't help”.
“Thanks, Cas”.
“Good luck”.
Dean got in his Impala and drove off.
Castiel turned to Celeste who still had her head turned away. He reached over and grasped her chin in his hand, turning her head to face him. “Celeste?”
“It’s nothing”.
“Please talk to me”.
“Gabriel isn’t like that. He’s not absolute. He left heaven ages ago. Sure…when he gets mad he can be scary, but he’s not as bad as Lucifer, Michael, or Raphael”.
Castiel took her in his arms as she clutched onto his trench coat. “Everything will be okay”.
“You don’t have to lie to me”.
“I would never lie to you. As long as I am alive, nothing will harm you”.
“Guess you really are my guardian angel”.
Castiel smiled and set his head on hers. “I should get you home. Before Gabriel starts to worry”.
TITLE: On the Side of the Angels Chapter 12
PAIRING: (Castiel/Celeste)
RATING: T
CHAPTER: 12/?
SUMMARY: Celeste, the daughter of a fallen angel and mortal. Ever since she was born, the angels were given orders to protect her, specifically Castiel and Gabriel. When she was 16, she was in a horrific car accident, which Castiel saved her from. When Castiel comes back to Earth, she’s in his thoughts 24/7. This poses a problem for him. How can he love her and still follow orders?
A/N - BIG reveal in this chapter. Let me know if you saw it coming or not!
When Celeste returned home, she could tell Gabriel wasn’t happy.
He was standing in the living room with his arms crossed over his chest, looking every inch an angry archangel.
She might actually get struck down by him this time. “You look like an upset dad when his daughter comes in late after curfew”, she said, trying to break the icy tension in the room.
“Where the hell have you been?!”
Celeste didn’t say anything. Her silence alone gave him his answer.
Gabriel ran a hand over his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You were helping the Winchesters weren’t you?”
“Not really helping per say. I only healed Dean a little bit”.
“Wait…You healed him?”
“I’m not completely helpless you know”.
“I’m just surprised you didn’t blow him up. Although I wouldn’t have objected”.
Celeste put her hands on her hips in annoyance. “What have you got against the Winchesters anyway?”
“Well they only tried to kill me twice!”
“And now you’re throwing a temper tantrum? Maybe if you didn’t toy with people’s lives!”
“I’m a trickster! That’s I do!”
“No. You’re not! You’re a god damned archangel!”
“You know what? Go to your room. I’m done arguing with you”.
“You’re not my father Gabriel! So quit acting like you are!”
Gabriel immediately backed down and Celeste knew she had stepped over the line. He sat down in a chair by the kitchen table and put his head in his hands. “Go to your room Celeste. Now”, he said in a tired voice.
“Gabriel…I…” Celeste said, trying to apologize.
Gabriel pointed to the stairs. “Go”.
Celeste sighed and went up to her room.
Gabriel pulled his hands away from his face to reveal teary golden eyes. He sniffed and ran his hand through his hair while he tried to get his emotions under control.
If only Celeste knew the truth.
Hours later, Gabriel went up to Celeste’s room.
They’d both calmed down, but Celeste had been surprisingly quiet and it worried him just a little bit.
Gabriel lightly knocked on her door. “Celeste? You hungry?”
There was no answer.
“We can order your favorite take out. Or we go to that little restaurant in Italy for pasta. You know the one I took you to when you graduated?” He heard footsteps and she opened the door.
Her dark blonde hair was messed up and tears still lingered in her golden-green eyes.
Gabriel wrapped his arms around her.
“I’m sorry”, she said softly, “I didn’t mean it”.
He stroked her hair and said, “I know. I know you didn’t. I shouldn’t have yelled at you though. I just don’t want you to get hurt”.
She was the only thing in his life that mattered. If anything happened to her, Gabriel would go on the warpath. He’d already lost her mother and his unborn child. He wouldn’t lose her as well.
“But without me and Cas, the Winchester brothers would get hurt. You can’t stop me Gabriel. No matter how much you want to”, Celeste said.
“Why don’t you leave Castiel to the saving and you help Cas and the Winchesters as much as you can”.
TITLE: On the Side of the Angels Chapter 11
PAIRING: (Castiel/Celeste)
RATING: T
CHAPTER: 11/?
SUMMARY: Celeste, the daughter of a fallen angel and mortal. Ever since she was born, the angels were given orders to protect her, specifically Castiel and Gabriel. When she was 16, she was in a horrific car accident, which Castiel saved her from. When Castiel comes back to Earth, she’s in his thoughts 24/7. This poses a problem for him. How can he love her and still follow orders?
Loud sirens were going off as Castiel stepped onto the scene of the crash.
It was at least a 10 car pileup.
Castiel briefly worried about the humans that may have been involved and whether they were okay or not. His mind went back two years to when Celeste was in her car crash. He could still hear her cries and screams for help. He remembered the fear he felt that day.
He shook his head to clear his mind of those thoughts. Castiel waved his hand and silenced the car sirens. He walked over to a woman’s body, clad in white. He knelt down next to the body and moved part of her clothing off her neck.
There was a stab wound in the center of her chest.
“Goodbye, sister”, he said and disappeared as the authorities arrived on scene. He appeared in Celeste’s bedroom.
Celeste’s eyes shot open and she sat up.
Castiel placed a finger on his lips and Celeste nodded. He’d been visiting her more often, but only if Gabriel was out of the house doing whatever it was he did.
Both Castiel and Celeste suspected the archangel knew about their secret meetings, but he said nothing about it.
Castiel laid down next to Celeste and she curled up on his chest. “Another one was killed tonight”, he told her.
“I’m sorry”. Celeste knew how much he cared for his fellow angels. “I hope you catch them soon”. She couldn’t bear the thought of Castiel getting hurt or maybe even killed.
“Me too”, he said, pressing his lips to her forehead.
Sam and Dean entered their hotel room. Sam flipped on the lights and Castiel and Uriel stood in the room.
“Winchester and Winchester”, Uriel said.
“Oh come on”, Dean sighed.
“You are needed”.
“Needed? We just got back from needed”.
“Now, you mind your tone with me”.
“No, you mind your damn tone with us”.
“We just got back from Pamela's funeral”, Sam told them.
“Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cas, you remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times. Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!” Dean yelled.
“We raised you out of hell for our purposes”, Uriel said.
“Yeah, what were those again? What exactly did you want from me?”
“Start with gratitude”.
Dean scoffed. “Oh”.
“Dean, we know this is difficult to understand”, Castiel said trying to calm the situation down.
“And we…” Uriel said giving Castiel a look, “—don't care. Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight”.
“Demons?” Dean asked.
Uriel shrugged.
“How they doing it?”
“We don't know”.
“I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it? I mean, a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league, right?” Sam asked.
“We can handle the demons, thank you very much”, Uriel snapped.
“Once we find whoever it is”, Castiel said.
“So you need our help hunting a demon?” Dean asked.
“Not quite. We have Alastair”.
“Great. He should be able to name your trigger man”.
“But he won't talk. Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse”.
“Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture. I mean, you guys are out of your league”.
While the angels weren’t paying attention, Sam swiped Dean’s phone and texted Celeste: Halo. SOS.
“That's why we've come to his student. You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got”, Uriel said.
Celeste appeared between Uriel and Dean. “Now wait just a damn second”, she said putting her hands on her hips.
Dean looked down at the small blonde.
“The Nephilim”, Uriel said.
Celeste turned to Castiel. “You can’t be serious Cas! He can’t do this. I understand you want to find out who’s killing your garrison, but this is insane!”
“We have no choice. Dean, you are our best hope”.
“No. No way. You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this”, Dean said agreeing with Celeste.
Uriel shoved Celeste out of the way and walked up to Dean. “Who said anything about asking?”
They were suddenly standing in an abandoned warehouse without Sam.
“This devil's trap is old Enochian. He's bound completely”, Castiel explained to Dean.
“Fascinating”. Dean turned away from Alastair and said, “Where's the door?”
“Where are you going?” Castiel asked.
“Hitch back to Cheyenne, thank you very much”. Dean walked past Uriel and then stopped because Uriel stood in his way.
Celeste jumped between the two men.
“Get out of my way, abomination”, Uriel snapped.
“If you want him, you’re going through me first”.
“Angels are dying”.
“Sounds like your own damn problem”.
“Everybody's dying these days. And hey, I get it. You're all-powerful. You can make me do whatever you want. But you can't make me do this”, Dean said turning to Castiel.
“This is too much to ask, I know. But we have to ask it”.
Dean watched Castiel for a moment and then turned back to Uriel. “I want to talk to Cas alone”.
“I think I'll go seek revelation. We might have some further orders”, Uriel said.
“Well, get some donuts while you're out”, Dean told him.
Both Uriel and Celeste laughed. “Ah, this one just won't quit, will he? I think I'm starting to like you, boy”, Uriel said and then vanished.
“You guys don't walk enough. You're gonna get flabby”, Dean said and Celeste laughed.
Castiel didn’t react, except to narrow his eyes at Dean.
“You know, I'm starting to think junkless has a better sense of humor than you do”, Dean said.
“Uriel's the funniest angel in the garrison. Ask anyone”.
Celeste rolled her eyes at Castiel. Even after all these years, the angel still didn’t understand sarcasm.
Dean walked up to Castiel. “What's going on, Cas? Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?”
“My superiors have begun to question my sympathies”.
“Your sympathies?”
“I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You”, Castiel said, his eyes landing on Celeste for a moment, “They feel I've begun to express emotions. The doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgment”.
“Well, tell Uriel, or whoever...you do not want me doing this, trust me”.
“Want it, no”, Castiel said agreeing with Dean, “But I have been told we need it”.
“You ask me to open that door and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out”.
“For what it's worth, I would give anything not to have you do this”.
Dean closed his eyes and then wheeled a cart into the room.
This left Castiel and Celeste alone. Celeste hopped up on the table. Castiel turned to her.
“What are you doing here?” Castiel asked her.
She pulled out her cell phone, showing him the text from Sam.
Castiel sighed.
“Trust me. It took a lot to get out of the house. Gabe’s had me trapped there. He told me about everything. The boys, the seals. He warned me to stay away from those Winchester boys”, she said.
“You shouldn’t be here”.
“Well too damn bad, Cas. Because I am”.
“Celeste, you do not understand. You could get killed in all this”.
“But you’re here”, she said.
Castiel looked at her as Alastair started yelling in pain. Castiel wanted Celeste to go home and stay out of all this, but he knew her pure heart wouldn’t let her.
The light flickered, catching Castiel and Celeste’s attention. The bulb exploded.
Anna appeared behind Castiel.
“Anna”, Castiel and Celeste said together.
“Hello, Castiel. Celeste”.
Castiel turned to look at her. “Your human body…”
“It was destroyed, I know. But I guess I'm sentimental. Called in some old favors and...”
Alastair’s screams became louder.
“You shouldn't be here. We still have orders to kill you”, Castiel told her.
“Somehow I don't think you'll try. Where's Uriel?”
“He went to receive revelation”.
“Right”.
Somehow, Celeste didn’t like the way she said that.
“Why are you letting Dean do this?” Anna asked.
“He's doing God's work”, Castiel said.
“Torturing? That's God's work? Stop him, Cas, please. Before you ruin the one real weapon you have”.
“Who are we to question the will of God?”
“Unless this isn't his will”.
“Then where do the orders come from?”
“I don't know. One of our superiors, maybe, but not him”.
Celeste hopped down off the table. “I hate to say it, but maybe she’s right Cas”. As for who was giving the orders, Celeste had a strong feeling it may have been one the archangels.
“The father you love. You think he wants this? You think he'd ask this of you? You think this is righteous?” Anna asked.
Castiel couldn’t look Anna in the eye. He was like a little boy being scolded by his mother.
“What you're feeling? It's called doubt”, Anna told him. Anna touched Castiel’s hand. “These orders are wrong and you know it. But you can do the right thing. You're afraid, Cas. I was too. But together, we can still…”
“Together?” Castiel yanked his hand away. “I am nothing like you. You fell. Go”.
“Cas”.
“Go”.
Anna vanished.
Castiel turned to Celeste who had tears in her eyes.
“Should I go too?” she asked.
Castiel moved closer to her, but Celeste backed away.
“I might as well be fallen. Does that mean you should kill me too?”
“Celeste. Please understand”.
Before Celeste could say something, they heard commotion coming from the room. They burst in and Castiel grabbed Ruby’s knife, jamming it into Alastair’s chest.
Alastair dropped Dean and Celeste ran over to him. “You’ll be fine”, she said stroking his hair.
Dean went limp.
Celeste looked and saw Alastair trying to send Castiel back to heaven. She rolled her eyes.
When would people learn to not fuck with her angel?
Just as she was about to go after him, Alastair was forced up against the wall by Sam. Celeste went over to Castiel and helped him up as Alastair started saying how it wasn’t demons killing the angels.
Castiel and Celeste shared a look.
The whole room started to shake as Sam killed Alastair.
When Alastair was dead, Celeste turned to Sam and said, “We need to get Dean to the hospital”.
The next day, Castiel and Celeste went to the hospital to check on Dean.
They met with Sam before going in the room.
“Sam…” Castiel started to say.
“Get in there and heal him. Miracle. Now”.
“I can't”.
Sam turned to Celeste and said, “You do it then”.
“I don’t know how. Because I would, believe me”.
“You and Uriel put him in there”.
“No”, Castiel argued.
“Because you can't keep a simple devil's trap together”.
“I don't know what happened. That trap...it shouldn't have broken. I am sorry”.
“This whole thing was pointless. You understand that? The demons aren't doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers”.
“Perhaps Alastair was lying”, Castiel said, not wanting to believe it. He and Celeste had discussed who could be killing the angels and it pointed to one person.
“No, he wasn't”, Sam said, walking away from them.
“Go and do what you have to do. I’ll stay with him”, Celeste said kissing Castiel on the cheek.
Castiel returned to the hospital and found Dean in much better condition.
Celeste sat next to Dean’s bed. “Hey”, Celeste said softly.
Castiel walked over to her and stroked her hair with his hand. “Are you all right?” Castiel asked Dean.
Dean opened his eyes and looked over at Castiel and Celeste. “No thanks to you. She’s done more than you did”.
Celeste smiled at Dean. She had somehow managed to heal him enough to have his breathing tube taken out.
“You need to be more careful”, Castiel told him.
“You need to learn how to manage a damn devil's trap”.
“That's not what I mean. Uriel is dead”.
“What?” Celeste asked Castiel, not quite sure she was hearing him correctly.
“Was it the demons?” Dean asked.
“It was disobedience. He was working against us”, Castiel explained.
Celeste wanted to say “I told you so”, but chose not to. Her angel didn’t need to be kicked even more while he was down.
“Is it true? Did I break the first seal? Did I start all this?” Dean asked.
“Yes. When we discovered Lilith's plan for you, we laid siege to hell and we fought our way to get to you before you…”
“Jump-started the apocalypse”.
“But we were too late”.
“Why didn't you just leave me there, then?”
“It's not blame that falls on you, Dean, it's fate. The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it. You have to stop it”.
“Lucifer? The apocalypse? What does that mean?”
Castiel looked away from him.
“Hey! Don't you go disappearing on me, you son of a bitch. What does that mean!?” Dean yelled as loud as he possibly could in his condition.
“I don't know”.
“Bull”.
“I don't. Dean, they don't tell me much. I know our fate rests with you”.
“Well, then you guys are screwed. I can't do it, Cas. It's too big. Alastair was right. I'm not all here. I'm not—I'm not strong enough. Well, I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. Find someone else. It's not me”. Dean hung his head and started to cry.
Celeste got up and dragged Castiel out into the hallway. “Lay off him. Can’t you see he’s been through enough”.
“You know as well as I do that it has to be him”, Castiel said, his blue eyes bearing down into hers.
She could see emotions flying around in his eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked him, cupping his cheeks.
“I’m no longer following the orders of heaven”.
Celeste’s heart started beating quickly.
“I…I don’t know what to do. For the first time”, he said.
“Shh”, she cooed, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs, “You have me. I’ll always be here”. She leaned up and pressed her lips to his and for once, Castiel returned the kiss. Maybe she and her angel could finally be together now.
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TITLE: Tall Tales
PAIRING: No Pairing
RATING: T
CHAPTER: One-shot
SUMMARY: While investigating mysterious deaths at a college, Sam and Dean unwittingly meet a teenage Celeste.
A/N - This obviously takes place during “Tall Tales” which is one of my favorite Gabriel episodes. Celeste is about 16 in this drabble and I imagine it taking place several months after the death of her parents.
“So, how long have you been working here?” Sam asked as Gabriel (disguised as a janitor) let them into the professor’s office.
“I've been mopping this floor for six years. There you go, guys”. Gabriel noticed Sam’s EMF reader. “What the heck's that for?”
“Just find a wire in the walls”, Sam said.
“Huh. Wow. Not sure why you're wiring up this office. Not gonna do the professor much good”.
“Why's that?” Dean asked.
“He's dead”, Gabriel said bluntly.
“Oh. What happened?”
“He went out that window. Right there”.
“Yeah? Were you working that night?” Sam asked.
“I'm the one who found him”, Gabriel said.
Just then Celeste came running into the office.
Sam and Dean were shocked by the appearance of the young girl.
“Are you done yet?” she asked. Her gaze fell to Sam and Dean. Celeste blushed in embarrassment. “Sorry. I didn’t…”
“Sweetheart, we’ll leave as soon as these gentlemen are finished. Go finish your homework”, Gabriel told her.
Celeste nodded and left the room.
Sam and Dean turned to him.
“My sister. Our parents died a couple of years back”, Gabriel lied.
“So…You see it happen?” Sam asked.
“No. I just saw him come up here, and uh, well...”.
“What?” Sam asked.
“He wasn't alone”, Gabriel said with a gleam in his eye.
“Who was he with?” Dean asked.
“He was with a young lady. I told the cops about her, but uh, I guess they never found her”.
“You saw this girl go in, huh? Did you ever see her come out?” Sam asked.
“Now that you mention it, no”.
“You ever see her before, around?”
“Well, not her”.
“What do you mean?” Dean asked.
“I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but uh . . . Mister Morality? He brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat”, Gabriel told them smiling.
Dean laughed while Sam glared at him, Gabriel grinning all the while. “One more thing.
“This building, it only has four stories, right?” Sam asked.
“Yeah”, Gabriel said.
“So there wouldn't be a room six-six-nine?”
“'Course not. Why do you ask?”
“Aw, just curious. Thanks”.
With that, the two left.
“Gabriel? Who were those guys?” Celeste asked him later.
“Trouble”, was all he said.
“I still can’t believe you killed that poor man”.
“Cece, he had it coming”. He took her hand and teleported them back to his apartment.
“I'm surprised at you two. I really am. Sam, first off, Dean did not steal your computer”, Bobby told them.
“But I…” Sam started to say, but Bobby cut him off.
“Shh, shh, shh, shh! And, Dean, Sam did not touch your car”.
“Yeah”, Sam said.
“And if you two bothered to pull your heads out of your asses, it all would have been pretty clear”.
“What?” Dean asked.
“What you're dealing with”.
“Uh...” Sam said.
“I got nothing”, Dean admitted.
“Me neither”.
“You got a trickster on your hands”, Bobby told them.
“That's what I thought”, Dean said.
“What?! No, you didn't”, Sam complained.
“I got to tell you... you guys were the biggest clue”, Bobby said.
“What do you mean?”
“These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing, and it's got you so turned around and at each other's throats, you can't even think straight”.
“The laptop”, Sam said.
“The tires”, Dean said, finally catching on.
“It knows you're onto him, and it's been playing you like fiddles”, Bobby said.
“So, what is it -- Spirit, demon, what?” Dean asked.
“Well, more like demigods, really. There's Loki in Scandinavia. There's Anansi in West Africa. Dozens of them. They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make them vanish just as quick”.
“You mean like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator”, Dean said.
“The victims fit the M.O., too. Tricksters target the high and the mighty; knock them down a peg, usually with a sense of humor -- deadly pranks, things like that”, Bobby told them.
“Bobby, what do these things look like?” Dean asked.
“Lots of things, but human, mostly”.
“And what human do we know who's been at ground zero this whole time?”
“The janitor. Still doesn’t explain the girl”, Sam said.
“What girl?” Bobby asked him.
“He had a girl with him. Said she was his sister”, Dean said.
“Girlfriend maybe?”
“No. The girl looked around 16. Really young”, Sam said.
“A creation?” Dean asked.
“I don’t know, but the girl’s not important”, Bobby said.
Gabriel sat in his living room reading the World Weekly News.
Celeste was in her room doing homework.
He flipped through the tabloid looking for new ideas. He turned to his dog and said, “Come here”.
The dog jumped down and bounced over to Gabriel.
“Could you eat? I could eat. Come on”, Gabriel said. He got up and went into the kitchen with a glass of champagne in his hand. Gabriel looked at the table and said, “Something's missing”.
Two women appeared next to him, dressed in sexy lingerie.
Celeste entered the living room and gasped, covering her eyes. “Virgin eyes. Put some clothes on”.
He snapped his fingers and he was dressed in jeans, a black shirt, and a jacket.
The women disappeared.
“Thank you”, Celeste said walking into the kitchen.
“Spoil sport”, Gabriel grumbled.
“Hey, what you do when I’m not here I don’t want to know”, she said pouring herself some soda. She hopped up on the kitchen counter.
“All done with your homework?” he asked her.
“Why? You going to smite me if I haven’t?”
Gabriel playfully rolled his eyes and said, “You should get to bed. You have school tomorrow”.
Celeste finished off her soda and placed her glass in the sink. “Night”, she said, kissing Gabriel on the cheek.
“Goodnight, sweetheart”, he said. He watched her enter her room and shut the door before he snapped his fingers, disappearing. He needed to get rid of the Winchester’s and quickly.
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