Can You Help Me?

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"Excuse me, Sir?" A thick cockney voice spoke in Cas' right direction. "The park is now closed, so I'm 'fraid you'll have to leave, son."

Cas looked up to meet the eyes of the park keeper, with the name tag 'Stanley' on his button up shirt. He nodded once in response and stood up from the bench, following the man out of the park gates.

"Have a goodun, you hear?" The park keeper said as he locked the main gates. Cas squinted for a second in his direction before replying with a sheepish "Thanks" and turning on his heel into the darkened streets of London City.


Cas looked up into the night sky, it was impeccably clear that evening but it must have been pushing 11PM.  Taking a breath in, Cas closed his eyes and exhaled before opening them again -he found himself in a more sunny part of the world that time or year.  Lakeville, Minnesota.

He loved the community there, the rows of shops with friendly faces to be seen all around, cobbled streets that were nearly as old as he was and the atmosphere felt more welcoming.  He couldn't help but crack a slight side smile at the thought.

The angel shuffled off his trenchcoat and threw it over his arm before walking down the pathway, passing many cafes and antique shops as he went by.However, one thing caught his attention as he passed by a bus stop shelter on the side of the road - an advertisement.  He slowed his walking pace to an eventual halt before spinning around and retreating back to where the lit up advertisement stood.

When his eyes met the 6 foot tall poser behind the glass sheet, he suddenly felt a mixture of hope and a great deal of fondness.


What he read on the poster was:"New Book Release this Monday! Best selling author, Carver Edlund, releases the final price of the 'Supernatural' trilogy named 'Creatures in The Darkness - The Winchester Gospel'. "A thrilling read, definitely a book to make you want to check beneath your bed!" says the Minnesota Times, "5 Stars". "

An open smile found its way onto Cas' face as he mumbled the name "Chuck"


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Cas decided to stay in Minnesota since the book release was just two days later.  He easily found things to keep him busy since the town Cas found himself in was quite religious.  The church was always open to any and all, so Cas sat in the red backed stalls and listened attentively to the different people who murmered their prayers.  
Out of the many people who passed by him whilst he was quitely and respectively sitting in the last row of the stalls, one lady, in her late 60s, begged to the high heavens that her husband would gain the strength to beat his stage 3 lung cancer.  Another person, a younger man this time, passed him by, only to sit in the row directly in front of Cas before starting off his prayer.  
"Oh my Lord," he began, "I come here today to thank you for all that you have done for the people of LakeVille".  Cas, without realising himself, leaned forward ever so gently.  "Within the past year, homelessness has dwindled down in numbers, so has orphans... I thank you with everything I've got for your compassion".  With that, the young man dipped down his head into a bow before getting up almost silently and leaving the church.  Castiel stayed behind for the rest of that day; LakeVille is an interesting town, he thought. 


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When the day eventually came, Cas waited until the end of the book release to talk to Chuck. There were many people at the release - fans wanting to have their copy of the book signed by 'Carver', others wanting to just chat with himabout where he found his realistic and visionary ideas from.  Oh if only they knew...

The day dragged on, but just as the sun began to turn a golden orange which covered the roofs of the town, the doors were then shut on the few remaining fans.


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"Chuck" Cas said in a monotone, standing behind the prophet.

Chuck nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice, the room was empty other than Chuck being in the room - he leaned on the table as he calmed back down from the sudden shock.  He would never get used to sudden surprises, let alone higher power ones.

"I'm sorry, I-" Cas began, before Chuck interrupted

"No no, angel I uh, I get it" Chuck said looking at Cas in front of him. "It's been a while".

"It has been a 'while'" Cas replied, using air quotes for the last word. Chuck couldn't help but smile slightly as fond memories came flooding back.

"It's good to see you, Castiel" Chuck began, shifting his weight and small frame to stand up straight again, "What brings you to LakeVille of all places? And me of all people?"

Cas closed the larger gap between him before he began to explain, "I require your assistance, Chuck... I know what I need but I do not know how to do it".  He furrowed his brow before looking down to Chuck - the prophet looked confused but also as if cogs were turning in his mind.  

"What help do you need? Didn't I help you and those Winchesters enough already for a lifetime?" Chuck replied assertively, but lined with a gentle tone, not to come across as aggressive to the angel.

Cas tipped his head, dropping his gaze to the floor before nodding gently.  "I understand if you do not wish to assist me, but you were my last resort... It's not exactly you I need, Chuck, it's your mind."

Chuck's eyes widened slightly, "My mind?"

"As you are more than aware of by now, you were and still are a prophet of the lord," Chuck shrugged and then nodded, "I have angels, two brothers, of heaven that I believe are worthy enough to be brought around once more."

"Brought around once more? Have they.. died or something?

Castiel nodded genty in return, sadness looming over him as he went on to explain.  "Yes... one was the keeper and guardian of the Garden of Eden, G-"

"Gadreel... right?", Chuck interrupted, eyes slightly glassy picturing the angel.

"Yes.  But he did not just die through violence or rebellion, he died through a sacrifice.  A sacrifice for me so that I could escape from wrongly becoming jailed in Heavens prison", Cas by now was gently walking around and pacing the empty floor around him, wooden floorboards creaking below his weight whilst he remembered the day and the bright light... "He did it also for humanity, the mission".

The room fell silent for a few moments before Chuck broke the cutting and dreary atmosphere.  He clearned his throat before starting, "You said that there were two brothers?"

"Yes,but the other is more difficult... he was an archangel.  Gabriel."


 



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