She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}

106|Castiel's Story

Castiel's POV

You know, I've... I've been here for a very long time. And I remember many things. I remember being on a shoreline, watching a little grey fish heave itself up on the beach, and an older brother saying, "Don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish." I remember the Tower of Babel... all 37 feet of it, which I suppose was impressive at the time. And when it fell, they howled "divine wrath". But come on- dried dung can only be stacked so high. I remember Cain and Abel... David and Goliath... Sodom and Gomorrah. 

And, of course, I remember the most remarkable event- remarkable because it never came to pass. It was averted by two boys, a young woman, an old drunk, and a fallen angel. The grand story. And we ripped up the ending, and the rules... and destiny... leaving nothing but freedom and choice. Which is all well and good, except... Well, what if I've made the wrong choice? How am I supposed to know? I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you my story. Let me tell you everything.

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I sat in the Impala with Dean. It had been several weeks since we had gone after Eve, and she had let slip that Crowley was alive.

"Hello, Dean," I greeted him. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm... I'm fine," Dean replied. "How are you?"

"Just wanted to check in," I informed him.

It was true, he just didn't need to know my true motives for doing so.

"So, any word on, uh, Satan Jr. being alive?"

He glanced over at me, and I looked back at him before fixing my gaze out the windshield.

"I'm... looking, believe me," I lied. "I just don't know how Crowley could've tricked me."

"Well, he's a tricky son of a bitch, that's how. Doesn't matter. But if he's up and kicking, then what does matter is finding him, ripping his head off, and shoving it up his ass."

"What about you?" I pressed, eager to find out how much he and the others knew. "Have you found anything?"

"No, nothing yet."

"Where's Sam?"

I knew Eleanor would be back at Bobby's house with Madelaine. She had entered her third trimester of her pregnancy around the same time we had gone after Eve, and therefore had been lounging around the house more, mostly helping with research from there, so it had mostly been Sam and Dean up and about.

"He's keeping busy," Dean informed me. "He's tracking a Djinn in Omaha as we speak. In fact, I'm heading there right now to meet up with him."

"Well, I'd come if I could."

"Yeah, no, I- I get it. No worries. But, Cass, you'll call, right? If you get into real trouble?"

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Crowley was in his lab, examining Eve's corpse. A vampire was shackled nearby as I entered.

"Howdy, partner," the demon greeted me.

"What have you found?" I inquired.

"I've found a lot of things. For example... Eve's brain? Dead as a tinned kipper. And yet..." he reached inside of the corpse, pulling out a handful of slimy eggs. "For some reason... She keeps laying eggs. Watch this."

Crowley grabbed a poker from a nearby tray of instruments and poked it into Eve's brain. The unnamed vampire started seizing violently until he stopped.

"Chocula here feels every tickle."

"What is that good for?" I demanded, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.