Angelology

Chapter Ten: Trusting Balthy

Delilah was tired. There were just so many things. And now she was able to understand enochian, a blessing not all humans can have. Why is she the one "blessed?" She swore under her breath when, in the dark, tried to walk towards the bathroom and he hit her toe with the bed. She watched Dean & Sam's silhouettes as they slept profoundly. She then entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

She watered her face and drowned herself into a towel. When she took it off, she felt a presence. It didn't scared her.

"Hello, Castiel." She said, slowly turning around to face him.

"How did you knew it was me and not a threat? Why are you so confident" He asked.

"Because of reasons I can't tell." She smirked softly.

"Can't or won't?"

"Both."

He sighed loudly, smiling.

"Put on some clothes," he started to say but she interrupted, "I have clothes on!" He chuckled and told her to use clothes to meet someone. She quickly went for a shirt, a pair of jeans and boots. But she changed her mind and kept the boots and changed the outfit for a casual dress and a leather jacket. Bad cute girl. Castiel put two of his fingers on Delilah's head and they zapped somewhere else. As quick as they touched the floor, a pair of guys took each one of them from behind. Delilah tried to break free successfully, and took out from her jacket a small knife Dean gave her. The guy chuckled at the her, which infuriated her but she knew better than that, and didn't tried to attack.

"Brother!" A British accent welcomed them, "Let him go idiot. This is my dear brother Castiel!" The man, because it was a man, sounded quite happy. The others left. Delilah turned around to face him and she understood quickly, he was an angel too. He smiled widely to her and took her hand on his, "This must be the famous Delilah Winchester uh? Nice to meet you." he said as he kissed the top of her hand softly, "I'm Balthazar. I'm sorry about my 'guardians', it's just surprise visits like this are...uncomfortable," he said as he looked down to himself. Delilah then realized he was shirtless. How old was his vessel? Because damn, he looked really good. She shook her head smiling and decided to start being Delilah Winchester and finally stop being Xiomara Ortiz.

"You just keep talking and I'll forgive you anything." She said to his surprise. Oh British accents, she just loved them as much as she loved deep man voices. Castiel's maybe?

"Oh well then, come on in to my living room. By the way sweetheart, you look fantastic in that dress," he said and she did her best to hide her blushing, "You seem to be an angel with no wings."

That was when Xiomara overcame her, and the blush was uncontrollable, she giggled like a maniac, and felt her heart melt. Suddenly, Delilah took the control again.

"Oh my, thank you." she just said. The eye contact was broke by a loud sniff given by Castiel, who wasn't humoured at all with this. They followed Balthazar through a long staircase and entered a wide room, with a fireplace, a beautiful dark red rug as well as two big couches that combined well. There was a big shelf full of books and a mini bar full of different types of liquors. Everything was really classy, and Delilah felt happy of choosing not to use the jeans.

"Sit, sit. Tell me brother, why are you here exactly?" Balthazar asked while pointing at the couch. Delilah sat in the one at the left. Castiel sat next to her and Balthazar sat in the one in front of them.

"Well, obviously to introduce you to Delilah,"

"By the way, sorry Castiel had to ask," she interrupted, " "the famous Delilah Winchester', what did you meant?"

"As you can see, she likes to...interrupt a lot." Castiel said kind of annoyed and she shot at him a deadly glare.

"Idjit" she mumbled.

"Delilah. Everyone knew about you even before Dean and Sam did. I started to know even more about you, when Dean asked Castiel to take care of you while you were in your island these past two years. Sometimes I went there too. To have everything under control. To keep you out of any possible danger. Demons knew about you because, your name is you literally. You are a key. You are really important." he stopped. She was now looking at Castiel.

"You watched over me?" she asked softly.

"Yes," he murmured.

"And he fangirled over you so much! All our conversations involved Delilah Winchester!" Balthazar said faking emotion, and putting some dreamy eyes."She is beautiful, Cas, you got this right huh?"  he told Castiel, who chuckled nervously. Delilah tried to ignore the situation but she couldn't.

"Thanks for the compliment, Balthazar." she said. Balthazar spit the brandy he was drinking and almost choked. 

An awkward five minute silence later....

"You really are as special as they say you are." Balthazar said, pouring more brandy into his cup. "So...you understand enochian." Delilah nodded and smiled shyly. She then looked at Castiel, who evaded her eyes. 

"Delilah," Castiel said slowly, not looking at her, "I brought you here because I believe in my brother. Balthazar and I have fought a long time together, in heaven. He is the one I want you to go to, if things get bad."

"Castiel," Balthazar interrupted but Castiel continued anyways.

"Do you swear to me, she'll have you if she needs you?" Cas told Balthazar, almost begged.

"Yes, Cas, she will." Balthazar said slowly, "But could you please stop talking like you are going to die?"

"Delilah, if anything goes wrong. If you need help from an angel, if your brothers need help and you know what to do...you'll be confident, and you'll call Balthazar? You will trust him?"

"Yes." She said sad. "Castiel. You don't plan on leaving, right?"

"We have to go." Castiel said.

"Nice meeting you, Delilah!"

"Nice meeting you too, Balthazar!" Delilah said quickly before Cas zapped them back to the motel. It was almost morning. She sat on her bed and focused her gaze around the room: Cas wasn't there. Perhaps maybe it was a dream.

She stopped thinking about it when she smelled her dress, which smell like man cologne, and brandy.