Saved by an Angel (a Castiel love story)

Chapter 5: Professor Cas

Castiel's POV:

I appear in Bobby Singer's living room. When I look down, I see Kristena sprawled across the couch. Her eyes open suddenly-she probably sensed my presence-and she smiles.

"Hey Cas!" she greets me brightly.

I quickly cover my surprise and instead analyze her long form resting firmly on the couch. Today, she's wearing a blue tanktop and white pants. Her leg is elevated with a few pillows on the arm of the couch and it's wrapped inside white cloth. There's also a bag of ice sitting on top of her ankle. I'm confused. She should be out hunting, helping her adopted brothers.

"Why are you here and not out hunting?" I ask.

She blinks up at me.

"I got hurt," she says, pointing to her foot.

I frown.

"It's not going to get better if you keep glaring it," she says rubbing her forehead like she has a headache.

"Where are your brothers?" I ask instead.

"Hunting and dad's bailing out one of his friends. I think he said he's going to the store after he's done."

"What happened?" I ask finally.

"I sprained it-nearly dislocated it actually."

Knowing Kristena, she probably just fell.

"How did it happen?"

"I was hunting," she insists earnestly. But then her cheeks turn pink and she bites her lip before answering, "and then I fell down some stairs."

I force myself not to show any sign that I find this humorous. Kristena is quite funny, but I can't allow myself to be distracted. Kristena can definitely be a distraction.

"Anyway, so now I have to sit around here-which is really boring because the TV keeps losing signal, and there's a bunch of books that I would research through, but they're all the way over there and now my pain meds make me not right in the head, so I say stay stuff that'll probably freak you out, and Sam and Dean shouldn't be back for another day or so...." Kristena continues.

"Kristena."

She stop and smiles sheepishly.

"Sorry. I need to focus, right?" She guesses.

I nod. She sighs heavily.

"So what're you still doing here anyway? I mean, don't get me wrong, you're totally fun to be around-or maybe that's just because you're an angel-but aren't you, like, Dean's?"

I'm confused. I do not belong to Dean.

"No."

She raises her eyebrows and shrugs. I step towards her and she looks up at me with questioningly. As I put my hand out toward her, gathering my energy, she jerks away.

"What're you doing?" she asks warily.

"I'm going to heal you," I reply.

Her violet eyes meet mine carefully, looking more serious than I've seen them before.

"Okay," she says softly.

I press two fingers to her forehead, healing her easily. The light from before reappears beneath her skin. It sparks beneath my touch. I remove my hand quickly hoping she won't notice. She opens her eyes again and cautiously stands.

She smiles suddenly and jumps up and down excitedly. Humans are so strange, so different from angels. We must be emotionless, absolute. Humans, they can make a decision, change their minds, and then change them again and then they can be angry at themselves for making that decision. Angels don't have that luxury. Or any luxury, really.