So Fell the Angels - Supernatural Fanfic/Fanfiction (Castiel Fan Fiction)

Chapter 16: Knocks Me Off My Feet

Chapter 16: Knocks Me Off My Feet

 

Tabitha's hands were unsteady as she gripped the edge of the table, turning to look back at the angel who seemed just as unsteady as she was. His clothes were rumpled and in disarray from where her hands had grasped at him. And his lips now slightly swollen as his mouth hung open, greedy breaths of air being drawn through his lips. Even his hair—normally a boyish and charmingly disarrayed look—was now a harried mess from her roaming hands.

Turning away from the sound of Dean's calling voice, he met her gaze, whispering in an unsteady voice, "I… That's what the pizza man did." He swallowed hard, his chest still heaving deeper than she'd ever seen the angel breathe. "Your brothers have not put the spirit to rest. Be careful," he suddenly told her.

"Tabitha! You all right?!"

Tabitha glanced again in the direction of her brother's voice, torn between confusion at Castiel's strange warning and her brother's unexpected presence. But when she turned back, Castiel was gone.

Springing up, she pushed down at her skirt and smoothed her blouse back into the waistband, calling out, "Be right there!"

Dean stepped around the last bookshelf just as she was bending down to pick up her forgotten shoes and the reading glasses.

"Were you talking to someone back here?"

She shook her head and tried to look puzzled as she carefully finger-combed her hair. "No. I was maybe singing or humming a bit to myself as I finished putting books away. But there wasn't anyone here." And no way was she copping to her brother that she'd been—what?—making out with an angel in a library? She wasn't even sure what the hell had just happened, and she wasn't about to tell her brother about her meetings with the angel now, although she had been previously considering coming clean to him about it.

Dean didn't look convinced, but shrugged it off. "Why the hell would you actually be playing librarian? And why haven't you been answering your phone? We were starting to get worried." And though his tone was gruff, Tabitha could indeed hear the worry beneath it.

Still barefoot, Tabitha walked to the front of the library and fished out her phone from her purse. There were several missed calls from both of her brothers, several more texts from Shawn, and even a missed call from him.

"I didn't realize it," she mumbled to her brother as she fired off a message to Shawn. They'd been texting back and forth through the day. His twenty-first birthday was the following day, and Tabitha had been trying to explain to him that she couldn't get away from what she was working on to meet him in Boston and take him for a drink like she'd promised, but that she'd still do it in a few days. But Shawn wasn't accepting the answer and was badgering her for her location, saying he'd come to her.

It'll be a couple of days late, but I promise I'll still take you for a drink.

He texted back almost immediately. We're drinking. U promised. Can't back out.

She rolled her eyes and shoved her phone back into her purse, arranging it with her other things and slipping her heels back on.

"What's going on with you?" Dean asked. "You're acting all squirrely again and won't look at me."

Ignoring the question, Tabitha started towards the entrance of the library, shutting off the lights and locking the doors as she asked him instead. "So it's done? You guys put Barry to rest?"

Dean caught up with her as she started down the hallway, frowning at her before he finally answered. "Yeah. It's done.

"You're sure?" she pressed, feeling uneasy about Castiel's parting warning.