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31 July 2011 @ 08:33 pm
Story for CW_Land.  
This is for a challenge at cw_land

“Bobby.” Sam sighed. “Look, I’m telling you, everything I have read about Angels says that they can swing getting Dean out of hell.”

Bobby grunted. “Yeah, well good luck findin’ one, if they even exist. We’ve been through this before Sam, no hunter has ever seen an Angel.” Bobby slammed the book closed. “We might just have to give up Sam. I hate that Dean is down there as much as you do but-”

“NO!” Sam shouted. He set his jaw and looked away. “No Bobby, you don’t. He’s down there because of me. And I swear...” Sam looked up, breath heavy. “I’m gunna find a way to get him out.”

Bobby sighed and sat back down. “Alright, I’ll keep lookin’. But boy, I think you should abandon this angel Idea.”

Sam flicked his eyes away from Bobby in denial.


Sam sighed after tossing the match in the grave. That was the fourth ghost that thought it was an Angel in the past month. He supposes it was his own fault, recently he had been specifically looking for any jobs that could be an Angel. Of course, nothing ever is.

Sam was beginning to give up hope.

That is until one rainy night, there was a knock at Bobby’s door.

“The hell?” Bobby said, grabbing his shotgun and heading to answer the door.

At the door stood a drenched man. He was wearing what looked like a suit and a trench coat, both of which were now soaking wet.

“Hello.” The man said. Bobby narrowed his eyes. “Who the hell are you?”

The man blinked. “I am Castiel. I am an Angel of the lord.”

Bobby slammed the door in his face. When he turned around to leave, he ran right into the man. The man put his hand to Bobby’s head, and Bobby promptly passed out.

“Bobby!” Sam ran into the room, gun pointed at Castiel. “What the hell did you do to him!?”

Castiel looked down at Bobby. “Don’t worry Sam, he will be fine.”

“How do you know my name? And who the hell are you?”
“I am an angel of the lord. Which should answer both of your questions. Did you not pray for me?” Castiel said, his head tilting in confusion.

“A-angel?” Sam said. “For real? Did you just die by any chance? Maybe you were a priest or something?” Sam asked.

Castiel shook his head. “No. I am an angel of the lord, not a ghost Sam.”

Sam nodded “Right okay, so assuming I believe you, how can you help me?”

Castiel looked very seriously at Sam. “I can raise your brother from perdition. That is what you wanted, is it not?”

“No, yeah it was, is.” Sam nodded. Sam was excited. He just met an angel, or, he thinks he did. He hopes.

Sam didn’t know how to prove that Castiel was in fact an angel. That is, until he remembered something he read.

Angels have very sensitive skin because of how their grace is stuffed into their vessels. Because of that, they would be able to feel a small pea under vast amounts of padding.

While Castiel was observing his surroundings, Sam ran to the freezer and grabbed a frozen pea. He put it under the cushion on Bobby’s couch.

“Hey uhm, take a seat and we can talk about getting Dean out of hell, yeah?” Sam said, motioning him to take a seat.

Castiel looked down at the couch and up at Sam. “I don’t need to sit.”

Sam frowned “Just sit.”

Castiel sighed and sat, his face immediately going uncomfortable. Sam tried not to grin.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked. Castiel shook his head. “No. The couch is lumpy and uncomfortable.”

Sam grinned “Thats great!.”

Castiel tilted his head. “I don’t understand. Do humans like to be uncomfortable? Is that why there seems to be a rock under the cushion?” He asked, standing up to lift the cushion.

He frowned when he found the pea. “Someone seems to have dropped some of their dinner.”
Sam laughed and shook his head.

“I think this will work just find.”