Fallen pt2

Yawning and stretching, Castiel woke up on the first full day of his human life. He looked through his heavy eyes at a blurry world and began to understand the phrase ‘not a morning person.’ He blinked a few times, another thing that was unnecessary when he was an angel, and started to see details again. Sam was in the bed to his right, looking cramped since it was a little too short for him, and Dean was lying in the space between the beds, on what appeared to be Sam’s blanket and pillow. Cas grinned as a wave of what must be affection swept through him at seeing the two tough hunters curled up asleep.

GRRRWWWLLL… Castiel looked down when his stomach made a noise, and figured he must be hungry, another first. He was contemplating where he might find food, and realized something else new. His bladder was full, and, better yet, he had no idea how to relieve that particular urge.

Today was shaping up nicely. At least he was getting sarcasm.

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Castiel sat with Dean and Sam in a diner, smelling all the food cooking out of sight. His stomach was rumbling so loud that some of the other customers developed the idea he hadn’t eaten in years. Which was technically true, but he hadn’t actually needed to until today. He was fidgeting in his chair, a stark contrast to his unnatural stillness from before.

“First thing, we need to get a hold of Bobby.” Dean said to Sam, going with the usual plan when things got weird.

“Actually, the first thing we need to do is get him some of his own clothes.” Sam said, eyeing Castiel, who was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of Dean’s bluejeans. Dean was going to object, but then he remembered Castiel knocking over nearly everything on the table at the motel, including hot coffee, when his balance had suddenly stopped working for him. He nodded.

The waitress arrived at their table carrying steaming plates of food, Castiel’s stomach gave a particularly loud growl.

“Hungry, hon?” she asked him, smiling. Cas simply nodded, not taking his eyes off of the biggest omelet she was holding. She set it in front of him, putting smaller ones in front of Sam and Dean. Dean was sure that Cas was just going to attack it, but apparently he knew enough about human behavior to use his fork. He stabbed the omelet with his fork and ripped out a chunk of ham dripping with cheese and egg coating and shoved it in his mouth.

“Mmm…” He closed his eyes and groaned, a sound that sent Dean’s mind directly into the gutter.

“Good?” Sam asked, unaffected by Cas. The ex angel nodded, not pausing in his chewing. He swallowed and fanned his mouth a bit. “Hot?” Castiel nodded again. Sam handed him a glass of water, and Cas drink half of it in one gulp. The brothers watched as Castiel finished murdering his omelet, then continued the killing spree with toast and three more glasses of water. Dean debated giving him coffee, but decided that Cas shouldn’t be given caffeine until he was at least a week old.

“That was good.” Castiel said, after finishing his meal, leaning back to stretch his stomach. Sam stood up, and took out his wallet, preparing to leave.

“Wait a sec, Sammy.” Dean said.

“What?”

“Cas needs to try one more thing before we go.” Dean said, a mischievous grin on his face. Sam sat down and Dean gestured the waitress over. “What kind of pie do you have?”

“Pie for breakfast?” She asked him.

“Yep.” He said, smirking at her.

“Blueberry, Apple, Cherry…” she listed. Castiel’s mouth watered at the thought of food, despite the meal he just ate.

“Apple sounds good, three slices.” The waitress walked away, smiling to herself.

“Pie?” Castiel asked. Dean nodded wisely, and Sam rolled his eyes. Cas was confused, until the waitress came back with three steaming plates of apple pie covered in whipped cream. Instead of tearing into it, Castiel looked at Dean questioningly.

“Like this,” Dean said, slowly demonstrating how to get a forkful of pie without it falling off. Castiel watched, then tried it himself. He bit into the pie and chewed it slowly, almost thoughtfully.

“Well?” Sam asked, after he finished it.

“I like pie.” Cas said, causing Dean and Sam to break into identical huge grins.

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Castiel snoozed in the back of the Impala parked in front of a surplus store, sleeping off his giant breakfast. The brothers decided to leave him in his food coma while they found him clothes, going off of Dean, who was nearly his size.

“How cute.” I voice said, rudely jerking him out of his sleep. Sitting in the passenger seat, with his feet in the driver’s, was Uriel.

“Why are you here?” Castiel said, trying to muster up his angelic intimidation. Uriel chuckled.

“Just checking up on a friend.” He said.

“We were never friends.” Cas said, wishing his stupid human heart wasn’t beating quite so fast.

“That’s not nice.” Uriel said, obviously enjoying his new ability to torment Castiel.

“What do you want?”

“Just making sure you’re not getting too comfy down here with the blood bags. Can’t have you enjoying your exile now, can we?” Uriel grinned. “I wanted you to remember, even though you are human, I’ll be watching you all the time.” He leaned in closer, breaking into Castiel’s new personal bubble. “The second I get the order to, I’m going to enjoy smiting you.” Uriel give him an almost demonic smile, and vanished in front of him.

Castiel had two main thoughts about that. One, fear was not his favorite emotion, and two, he finally understood how annoying that was.

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Dean and Sam come back to the Impala, each carrying a bag of clothes that were guaranteed to stand up to “extra wear and tear,” which sounded exactly like what Cas needed, now that he was tripping over his own feet. They walked up to the Impala quietly, seeing Cas sleeping through the back window. They climbed in as silently as possible into the front of the car. Dean noticed with worry that Castiel was twitching in his sleep, like he was having a nightmare.

Dean drove back to the motel, sneaking glances at Cas in the rearview mirror. The fallen angel was tossing around and frowning, and Dean felt the urge to wake him up.

“Watch the road!” Sam yelled, as another car swerved to avoid them. Dean snapped back to reality, and managed to get them the rest of the way back with out any more incidents. They pulled up in front of the motel and Sam, trying to be helpful, took the bags inside.

“Cas.” Dean said, seeing if he could wake him up. Castiel didn’t seem to notice. Dean sighed and turned towards him. “Cas!” He said again, louder. The fallen angel tried to turn away from his voice, but was stopped by the wall. Dean leaned forward and put a hand on his shoulder, prepared to shake him awake.

Castiel’s eyes snapped open the second Dean touched him. For one heart-stopping moment they were staring each other in the eyes, their faces inches apart. Finally Cas blinked, allowing Dean to draw in a shaky breath.

“We should get inside.” Dean said, leaving the car before Castiel could reply.