The stories of angels had always been a part of the Novak’s story. Tales of angelic beings passed down and sometimes forgotten throughout the generations. Jimmy remembers being a young boy, sitting with his grandmother as she told him the story of her mother and the year she went missing, only to come back talking about angels. The family thought that she had gone mad. It was something to be kept behind closed doors. The mad woman and her stories of an angel coming to her and taking hold of her body. While others dismissed the tales, Jimmy held them close to his heart. He always believed deep in the core of his soul; he had faith.
That faith never left him as he grew. It was something he found pride in. And when he had a family of his own, he told those stories to his daughter, Claire. He prayed to the heavens, asking if he could be of help, if there was anything a simple human like him could do. He finally got his answer and became the vessel for the Angel of Thursday; Castiel.
Jimmy soon learned that the stories of his great grandmother were true. She had been the vessel for an angel. But not just any angel, she was also Castiel’s vessel. The Novak’s were the true vessels of Castiel. Throughout time, they had allowed him to walk amongst humans and now it was his turn.
Claire loved the tales she had been told by her father and while she was never one to pray and she was still full of questions; she believed. She believed that there was more out there, that there was an omniscient presence within the vastness of the universe. What it was, though, she did not know. It wasn’t until her father returned and she learned of Castiel and was his vessel for a moment. For her, that moment was infinite, an incalculable amount of time where she was chained to a comet speeding through all of space and time. In that moment, she saw everything, felt everything. It was incredible and yet devastatingly terrifying.
After Castiel went back to her father, taking him once more as his vessel, Claire still felt a connection to Castiel. A spark within her soul had been lit, binding her to the angel. It had been there before, as it had with all the Novak’s. But now that she had swam in the oceans of divinity, it was like the veil had been lifted.
It wouldn’t be until years later, after her father had passed away, that the spark became something more. Castiel became her friend, a father to her. When she prayed to him, he was able to answer her and she could hear him in her head. The connection that all vessels had with their angel, whether or not they were still the vessel, was this. The connection and ability to communicate from whenever and wherever. Claire used it mainly to send Castiel telepathic memes and to ask for advice on hunts. Sometimes she prayed just to talk, just to know she wasn’t alone.
The spark sometimes went out; Castiel was dead. But it wasn’t long before it came back and she knew he walked amongst humans once more. But when that spark died out for the last time, something inside of her told her that it was gone forever. Castiel was not coming back. She made the journey to Kansas to see those she now called family; Sam and Dean Winchester. She mourned with them, especially Dean, the loss of Thursday’s Angel.
Months later, while laying in her bed staring up at the ceiling, small embers of the spark were reignited. Castiel was alive. She jolted upright in bed. A new sense of power and life filled her soul. She prayed to the angel and while she got no answer, the spark surged, letting her know he was alive. She prayed once more, asking if he was in heaven, and again Castiel replied with the spark. Overcome with joy after months of darkness, she got in her car and drove straight to Kansas.
She drove all night, only stopping once to fill up her old beaten down car. She couldn’t wait to tell Sam and Dean. But mostly she couldn’t wait to tell Dean, to tell him that Castiel was back, and that everything was going to be okay. She had watched the man spiral downward into a pit of depression and darkness. Dean could tell Castiel now how he felt, about the love that he too felt for the angel. Claire knew that Dean could now be happy. He would have his angel back and everything was going to be okay.
She burst through the heavy metal doors of the bunker, her boots heavy on the stairs as she raced down them. When she crossed the threshold into the library, she stopped dead in her tracks. Sam sat at the table alone, his face long and riddled with sorrow. She was too late. Dean was dead. Inside, the embers of the spark surged throughout her soul. She didn’t need to hear Castiel to know that he was screaming in pain for the loss of his love.
Several weeks passed, and the spark, while it was still there, was dark. Finally, it burst again to life, full and vibrant. She prayed to Castiel, asking if he was okay. And after months of only communicating by making the spark surge briefly, she heard his voice in her head.
“Dean Winchester is in heaven. We are happy.”
Claire smiled and asked, this time out loud, “Will I ever see you again?”
“Not for a long time. I cannot leave Heaven, but one day we will see each other once more. Until then, I will be watching over you. Dean says hey by the way.”
Claire laughed, overjoyed that the two were finally together, and that Dean got his head out of his ass about his feelings for the angel. She found peace in knowing that one day she would be reunited with her family.
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