The angel
stared into the slightly glazed eyes of the young teenager laying on the ground
beside him. The hazel eyes stared into
his blues ones and a sudden glimmer of recognition passed over his face.
“Cas?”
‘Father? What do I do?’
‘He needs this
right now. Give him strength to fight,
my Son. He is badly injured. Stop the bleeding and let him believe in you.’
“Yes,
Dean. I am Castiel. You remember me,’ the angel replied with more
of a surprised statement than a question in his voice.
“How do I
know you?”
“I watched
over you when you were little,” Cas spoke softly as he pulled back the jacket
and saw the wound. The bullet had punctured a lung.
The boy was going to bleed out
before another human could help him.
“Are you
an angel?” Dean had surprised disbelief
in his voice as he started having difficulty breathing.
‘Father, I
have no choice.’
‘I know,
Son. I am giving you free will
here. He must not die and he must not
remember.’
‘Thank
You, Father.’
“Why did
you leave me?”
“You no
longer believe in me, Dean,” the angel spoke softly as he placed a hand on the
wound.
The
younger Winchester gasped and bit down on his bottom lip to stifle the
scream. A light surrounded him for a
small second and the pain was gone. He
took a deep breath and looked up at the man in the trench coat with questions
in his eyes.
He placed
a finger on the boy’s forehead and watch him go limp. The memories of the moment were gone.
“I never
left you, Dean. You left me,” Castiel
said sadly.
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