Katie sat on the edge of her bed scrolling through the endless blog posts on Tumblr, waiting, wishing, and praying that her awkward angel would somehow make it out of episode seventeen alive and unharmed.
Several posts went by of angst filled Destiel and it made her heart hurt. Like, really, really hurt. She sighed and turned her head to the right ever so slightly so she could stare at her carefully placed posters of Dean and Castiel scattered across her wall that looked like they were staring at each other. It helped a little seeing the "loving looks" they were sharing with one another and she went back to scrolling.
Several moments of silence passed by and she thought she heard the flutter of wings. "Impossible!" She exclaimed, standing from her bed and pulling back one of the horrid looking curtains placed over her windows. She saw nothing. "I've really gone crazy." She muttered to herself before falling back onto her twin bed and pulling her lap top named Castiel into her lap.
Another moment went by and she heard a knock on her front door. Katie raised her eyes from the screen and padded into her kitchen, grabbing the sharpest knife she could find before unlocking the door and peaking out through a slit. Standing there, separated by only a thin screen door was a dark haired man with bright blue eyes in a dirty trench coat. "This is impossible." She whispered before thrusting a shaky hand forward and opening the door.
"Hello," the man in the trench coat said, shooting her an awkward smile.
She was half in shock. Katie folded her arms and leaned against the storm door. "Okay. Who are you?" She sighed, staring him down.
"I am Castiel. I am an angel of the lord." He replied.
Katie shook her head. "Castiel isn't real." She said, which caused her heart to hurt again.
The man furrowed his brows. "Well, I'm standing here, aren't I?"
She stared him down cautiously. "Who put you up to this?"
The man who claimed to be Castiel closed his eyes, sighed, and flashed his wings in front of her.
Katie almost lost her balance. "It's impossible." She gasped.
"No." He said.
"Cas... we've been so worried about you!" She exclaimed, opening the door a little wider and welcoming him inside. He accepted and stepped into the small living area. Before anything else could be said, Katie shut the doors and threw her arms around the angel. "DON'T EVER LEAVE US AGAIN!" She cried, unable to control the volume of her voice.
Castiel was very confused and a bit scared by the attack, but awkwardly patted her on the back. "Why are you crying?" He asked, noticing her shoulders were shaking violently.
"Be-because.. You an-and Dean... and dead—-" she chocked out before another sob rippled through her chest. She tightened her grip around his waist and sniffed.
"Are you okay?" He asked, taking her by the shoulders and pushing her back. All she could do was nod.
"Cas... we've been so worried about you." She wiped her eyes; embarrassed at her sudden rush of emotion. "OH MY GOD! SPEAKING OF YOU!!! COME WITH ME!" She grabbed the angel by the hand and dragged him down the small hallway that led to her room. Inside, Castiel basically saw a shrine dedicated to himself and Dean.
"How.... How did you come by all of these photos?" He asked, wondering what kind of power the girl possessed.
She shrugged. "I'm a dedicated fan." The other nodded before picking up a t-shirt which read Some Winchesters marry their sexually indifferent angels; get over it! "Don't... touch that." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing with color. "Cas... how'd you get here?" She asked, scooting over several inches to cover up a collage of suggestive fanart that had been printed off her computer the weekend before.
The angel cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not entirely sure. But I need all the help I can get to get back to Dean.... and Sam too, of course."
The teenage girl's eyes lit up brightly and she gathered up several items scattered around her small room. "I'm here to help in any way I can!" She said brightly. "Just... can you do one thing for me first?"
"Anything you wish." He replied.
She rubbed a finger over her mouse pad; flicking her computer back to life. "Come here for a second." She turned on her web camera and unknowing to the angel, snapped a photo of the both of them side-by-side and uploaded it to her blog with the caption: You're never going to believe who showed up at my door. under it. "Now, where do we start?" She smiled brightly, flipping the power of her lap top off and turning to the gay angel with the issues with personal space.
Chapter two
"First off, I shall be needing to know your name." Castiel said, locking eyes with her.
"Katie," She said dreamily. "Well, actually, it's Kaitlyn, but nobody's called me that since second grade, and honestly, I've forgotten that's my full name several times, and then in middle school, I shortened it to Kate because of this show called Lost because I thought Kate was really cool, and I wanted to be like her, but then some girl I knew wanted to be called Kate, so I got changed to Katie, and then it just kinda stuck, and I just realized I'm rambling, and I'm gonna shut up now." She said in one breath. Castiel raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm sorry," She said, turning her eyes away. "I've had four cups of coffee today and it makes me a little hyper." She nodded, and pushed her lap top against the wall, kicking the edge of her mouse's cage as she did so. The white rodent flung its head up and looked around, very shaken on what just happened. "Oh, God, Mish, I'm sorry." She said, feeling horrible about waking her small companion up in such a rude way.
She noticed Castiel was on the far end of her room gazing at some of the make-shift books that now made home on her bookshelf. Don't open those, don't open those, don't open those... Please God, don't let him open those. She chanted, color once again flooding to her cheeks at the thought of the angel who was only supposed to be a character on her favorite TV show reading over sexual stories that she and several other fans had written about he and Dean Winchester. A hysterical giggle bubbled up and escaped her lips at the thought of the chances of something like this actually happening.
Castiel picked up a white one with only a green sticky-note on the front which held the title 300 Things in black lettering on it. How'm I gonna explain that one? She wondered. Cas made his way back over to her, still holding the book. "What do you find amusing?" He asked, opening the cover and flipping through several pages. "What is this?" He asked, noticing his and Dean's names mentioned several times.
She gulped back a scream of pure terror. "That, uh, that's.... fanfiction." She ran a hand through her hair.
"What is that?" He said, completely intrigued by the story, not taking his eyes off the pages.
Katie sucked in a deep breath. "Well, some of the more creative fans have been known to express their creativity in different ways... Some write songs, some draw pictures, some make videos, some edit photos, and then there are the writers... who, well, write stories about their favorite characters." She nodded, praying she wouldn't have to go into further detail.
Of course that wasn't the case. "I still do not understand. Are they profits like Chuck?"
Katie resisted the urge to facepalm. Cas, of course, could not help not understanding the ways in which the Supernatural fandom worked. Hell, she was still trying to figure that out herself. "We'd like to think that." She muttered under her breath before answering. "Not exactly..." She sighed. "It's not like Chuck. It's more of novel writing... only shorter... and... about Dean, Sam, and you..." She cleared her throat. "And sometimes your brothers..."
