Fox || Angel

An Angel, The Truth, and Small Affection

[Edited: April 18]
(M/n)'s P.O.V

"Is this Angel really an Angel?" I asked curiously, peeking out from my spot in the backseat of Baby.
"Uh-huh." Dean replied, his answer sounding all nonchalant.
"An Angel of the Lord?" I asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure is." Dean answered.
"Is he just another dick, like all the other Angels?" I asked cautiously. So far all the Angels I have ever met were—and still are—douchebags. The brothers laughed at my question.
"Nope." Dean said, snickering to himself. "Not really."
"And his name is Castiel, right?" I asked with great interested, glancing out the window as if I would see him flying in the sky or something.
"Yeah." Dean answered. "Quit it with the questions. You'll meet him soon."
"When though?" I asked, whining like a pouty child.
"When we get back to the safehouse." Dean said, referring to my house. It was a nice little house located in Kansas. The property sat in the woods, away from outsiders. 'This is gonna be a long way back.' I thought with an irritated and impatient groan.
"Then at least turn on my song."
"Not a chance. I'm listening to Heat of The Moment." Dean answered rather smugly. I narrowed my eyes, looking at Dean with a neutral face through the rear view mirror. A familiar look that spoke are you serious.
"Asia? Really?" I sighed heavily. "Isn't that the song Sam kept waking up to every single Tuesday, back in Broward County?" I asked. I remember that day clearly. It was like a freaky version of Groundhog Day.
"Don't remind me." Sam grumbled.
"Fine. What do you wanna listen to wiseass?" Dean questioned, clearly outnumbered. I leaned forward and connected my Ipod to the stereo. Warm Me Up by The Audition immediately coming on when I pressed shuffle.
"This is my shit!" I leaned back in my seat, singing along to the band.
"At least its good quality music." Sam commented, giving his brother an amused glance. Dean tossed him an unamused glare.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
"Twat."

Later that evening
At the safehouse

When we arrived, I expected to see someone waiting for us. Only to find that the place was empty.
"Dean, ain't nobody here." I said. Dean shushed me in reply. I huffed and crossed my arms. I decided to give Dean the benefit of the doubt. Because I knew Dean was planning something.
"Oh Castiel, Angel of Heaven, I summon you." Dean called out, his voice almost echoing in the quiet hideaway. I waited.

Seconds....

Minutes........

But nothing happened.

"What was that?" Sam asked, raising an amused brow.
"I don't know." Dean replied with a halfhearted shrug. "I really thought that would work."
"Looks like your summoning skills aren't that great after all, huh, Deany-Bopper?" I chuckled. "What exactly do you think this 'Castiel' guy is anyway? A Pokémon?" I joked.
"I do not understand what that is." I jumped, clearly startled by the new voice. I quickly spun around and met with icy blue eyes. It was like looking into a blizzard. "Hello." The Angel greeted. "I believe you are (M/n)?" He inquired.
"Yeah." I answered confidently, nodding. I noticed he had short messy black hair, fair skin, and sunken blue eyes. He didn't even look like an Angel, but more like a normal person. Hell, he looked like a holy tax accountant with that black suit and tan trenchcoat. But he was no doubt an Angel with those black wings of his. "And you are the mysterious Castiel?" I asked in return.
"Yes." He answered. There was pride in his tone and his eyes pinpointed on me and only me. But then I realized that he wasn't entirely staring at me, but around me.
"What are you staring at?" I asked, raising a curious brow. My voice laced with amusement, interest, and confusion.
"I believe I should be asking you that." Castiel replied. 'He sure is sassy for an Angel.' I thought with an amused chuckle. "I do not know what 'sassy' is," Castiel used visible air quotes. "but I am pretty sure I am not it." He said, and my cheek burned at his witty response.
"Did you just read my thoughts?" I asked, embarrassed.
"I did." Castiel stated. There was a small slanted smile on his face and slight humor in his tone. "You haven't answered my question from earlier." He said, getting back on track. He does not play around.
"I asked you first." I retorted teasingly.
"I suppose that is fair." Castiel said shaking his head in a so-so gesture. "I was staring at your tails and your eyes." Castiel stated, his eyes trailing off to look around me once more. He was staring dead at my tails and ears, just like he said. The very traits that only my Soulmate could see, even if they're invisible to the naked eye. Suddenly there was a loud slam, startling me from my thoughts. Looking behind me, I saw the Winchesters still standing there. Dean was angry and Sam was shocked. They obviously heard everything. I forgot they were still here...
"Your what?!" Dean yelled in disbelief. I nearly flinched, but I stood my ground. I wasn't going to be intimidated. Not now. "(M/n), what are you?!" I winced this time. What am I? That was the question. Not who, but what. I sighed in defeat and decided it was time to come out.
"A Kitsune." In a matter of seconds, Dean had his gun held at my head.
"Talk." He demanded. Sam tried to calm him down, but he wasn't listening. When Dean got like this then there was no reasoning with him. I knew that. But I had nothing to fear and I simply scoffed at his display. "You think this is funny?" Dean hissed. "If you're not talking in the next ten seconds, I'm gonna blow your brains out!"
"Dean, you of all people should know better." I said with a humorless chuckle. "That won't work." I told him, brushing the weapon aside. "I'm a Kitsune. A Japanese Fox Demon, servant to Deities and Tricksters alike. The only thing that can harm and kill me is a Demon Knife or the Colt." I stated, my voice void of any emotion.
"Why are you telling us this?" Dean asked bitterly, discarding his gun and swapping it for the knife that I knew was up his sleeve.
"Because I trust my family." I answered, simple as that.
"Give me one good reason not to kill you." Dean growled.
"Because I didn't try to kill you." I argued. "And this is fucking nonsense. I'm still (M/n). I'm still the guy you've known since you kidnapped Sam from Stanford." I pleaded, hoping he would actually listen. We have been allies for years. I went to Stanford with Sam before I even met Dean and tagged along with them! Dean stared me in the eye before dropping his weapons. I almost sighed in relief when he suddenly swerved around and punched me.
"Next time you tell the fucking truth. Don't skip over shit." Dean said clearly irritated, but there was still a hint of amusement and playfulness in his voice. I scoffed and shook my head.
"This is why I like you, Dean." I said humorously, wiping the blood from my split lip. "You always had that fire in you. And you still do, you twisted sonuvabitch." I said, rolling my shoulders.
"You got some nerve to talk." Dean retorted, rolling his eyes. "Now then, what do these 'tails and ears' look like anyway?" He suddenly asked, changing the subject. I bit my lip nervously, not really knowing how to explain.
"I actually can't show you." I said, shrugging halfheartedly. "But I can show you my ears." I said, giving them my infamous goofy smirk. But it was weary and slightly awkward.
"Why?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow, interested and baffled.
"Showing my tails is a way of showing intimacy. Showing my ears is a way of showing friendship and trust." I explained.
"Then how come Cas could see your tails?" Dean asked, his eyes flicking over towards the awkward Angel.
"We're Celestials." I answered. "That means we can see things that humans can't." I know that I was technically lying by not telling the whole truth. But I'm not entirely sure if Castiel is my actual Soulmate. Although, I can confidently say that when I fought against other Angels, I have never seen their wings.
"Could..." I instantly perk up and glance over my shoulder to see Castiel nervously fiddling with his trenchcoat sleeve. Addressing me. "...could we see your ears?" Castiel asked, hopeful and curious. I blinked, trying to wrap my head around what he was asking me. Finally realizing what he wanted, I smiled and nodded. And doing the request didn't take much; two furry ears popped up from my head of hair, earning snorts from the brothers and a shocked expression from Castiel. "Fox..." Castiel murmured, gazing at the red fox ears sitting on top of my head. They twitched and flickered, listening and picking up the sounds that my normal ears couldn't perceive.
"Yeah, that's exactly what Kitsunes are. Although my fox cousins of Korean descent are more like Gumiho. Still though, foxes are foxes no matter the race." I babbled. That's when Castiel grabbed onto one of my ears.
"Soft." Castiel gasped, hooking his other hand on my other ear. Rubbing my ears almost affectionately. Castiel smiled and continued to play with my ears while the brothers continued to laugh. Needless to say, I was putty in his hands.