A Little Piece of Heaven

“Why won’t this damn blood come out?” Dean asked himself. He cleaned off the rag, and jumped at the sight of his friend.

“God! Don’t do that!”

“Hello, Dean.” Cas looked ominous as usual. Cas himself, looked as usual as possible. In that damn trench coat.

I turned around to face him. Our faces just a few inches apart. I glanced at his lips. Why did I do that? I mean, I’m not gonna ignore the fact that he has amazing looking lips but. No.

What am I doing?

“Cas, we’ve talked about this.” I looked down. I tried to look like I wasn’t just looking at his lips. “Personal space.”

Cas takes a small step back. “My apologies.” He mutters, nodding. I grabbed my jacket and shook the incident off.

“How did you find me? I thought I was flying below the angel radar.” I asked, knowing that I had to talk or else there was no talking.

“You are. Bobby told me where you were.” I rolled my eyes. Of course Bobby told him.

Cas looked around the room. “Where’s Sam?”

I took a deep breath, and put on my jacket. “Me and Sam are taking separate vacations for a while.” I didn’t want to talk about it, so I quickly changed the subject.

“So, did you find God yet? More importantly, can I have my damn necklace back, please?” I look Cas straight in the eyes.

“No, I haven’t found him. That’s why I’m here. I need your help.” Cas looked serious. He always looked so damn serious.

I rolled up my jacket sleeves. “With what, God hunt? Not interested.”

Cas looks away. “It’s not God. It’s someone else.” I looked at him suspiciously. Why would he be looking for anyone else but God at this point?

I gave up. “Who?” I asked. I wanted to help my friend, even if it might get me killed. That’s what this job entitled.

Cas steps forward to stand right in front of me. His normal, musky smell overpowered me. “It’s an archangel. The one who killed me.”

I gave him a ‘really?????’ look. “Excuse me?”

“His name is Raphael.”

I glance my eyes away for a second. “You were wasted by a Teenage Mutant Ninja Angel?” I was very skeptic of Cas at this point.

Cas pleaded subtly with his eyes. “I’ve heard whispers that he’s walking the Earth. This is a rare opportunity.”

“For what, revenge?” I attempted to chuckle, but the power of Cas overtook me and I couldn’t.

Cas was angry at my comeback. “Information.” He spat.

I walked away. Him overpowering me was just a little much at that point. “So you think if you find this dude, he’s just gonna spill God’s address?” I went to go clean my knife off.

Cas was pissed. He kept his stance, even though I had walked behind him. “Yes.” He replies. “Because we are going to trap him and interrogate him.” Cas still talks if I were in front of him.

I look back at him, very skeptically. My eyes may have wandered down to his ass. I focused them back. “You’re serious about this.” Cas finally turns around to face me.

“Yes.” He is serious. So damn serious.

I walk over to Cas, knife still in hand. “So what, I’m Thelma and you’re Louise and we’re just gonna hold hands and sail off this cliff together?” I laughed at that remark.

Cas did not understand. He never understands my jokes and references. I wish he would. I showed the sad in my face, so I walked behind him once again.

Cas tried to figure out what the remark meant. “Give me one good reason why I should do this.”

Cas faces me with despair in his face. “Because you’re Michael’s vessel and no angel will dare harm you.” It showed that Cas didn’t want to say that.

I look at him. “Oh, so I’m your bullet shield.”

Cas looked with pleading eyes, and somehow pleading lips. “I need your help…” I questioned why just my help, then my question was answered. “...because you are the only one who’ll help me.

” I looked at his wanting lips. He looked straight into my eyes, and said, “Please.”

I looked down at his tie, and thought about ripping it off of him. I smiled at that, and I didn’t know why. My eyes went up his neck, slowly, and I thought about making it mine.

I looked into his eyes. “All right, fine.” I replied. Then, a thought appeared in my head.

I’m not gay! What am I thinking about?! Am I seriously thinking about…?! No! I can’t think about that!

“Where is he?” I asked.

“Maine.” Cas seemed relieved that I was willing to help. He knows exactly what to do to make me say yes. “Lets go.” He lifted his fingers to fly us there. I backed up.

“Whoa, whoa.”

“What?”

“Last time you zapped me someplace I didn’t poop for a week!” Cas looked confused. “We’re driving.”

Driving to Maine with Cas in the passenger seat felt weird. More than weird but just plain awkward. I kept having these thoughts that I never thought would cross my mind.

I kept thinking about me and Cas. Doing some not so friend stuff. I knew it was so wrong, but I knew it would feel so right.

Stop thinking about it!

But not just because I’m having these stupid thoughts in my head, but because I’m used to Sam being the passenger. Cas wouldn’t even try to pick the music. But finally, we got to Maine.