Mistakes

Memories

“I know, I know. I just . . . I want to spend time with you. I remember you, but not as much as I would like, and I wish to get to know you.” He said, looking rather dejected as he rose to rest. I followed him down the hallway Samuel had indicated earlier as I answered him.

“I could always stay with you as we rested. Did you and your fledge mates- (P.S. I decided that more than one angel would be made at once, and that’s the term I’m using for the separate groups. Like, the archangels would be fledge mates, as would Gadreel, Naomi, Zachariah, Metatron, and Crowley) – ever make a nest of linens and cuddle together? We would when we were cherubs.” I asked.

Cas frowned, but a faint shadow of memories pasted could be seen in his eyes. “Yes, we would. My fledge mates were Anael, Theo, Balthazar, Ezekiel, and Nathaniel. We would even allow Samandriel to stay with us because his fledge mates disliked him.” He said. I opened the door to the room that Castiel had chosen. “Would you consider participating one last time? In a completely brotherly fashion of course, I know of your attraction to the elder Winchester.” I said. Castiel blushed, something I never thought I would see again.

* * *

“Gad! Gad! Look at what Daddy made!” Castiel’s little voice buzzed behind me. I turned just in time to scoop the tiny cherub into my arms. He was pointing excitedly at Adam, a bright smile stretching across his features.

“Yes Castiel, I see him. It’s my job and Crowley’s job to keep them safe.” I said, sitting at the gates to the Garden with Castiel in my lap. He snuggled eagerly into me. “Gad, aren’t they special? Daddy said they would bring things like happiness, and loyalty, and love to the other angels again. He said that we could love them if we wanted.” He babbled.

“Wait, Castiel, when did he say that? Did he mean like He loves us, or like how Luci and Gabe love one another?” I asked. Michael had caught them in the act, and came bitching to me a few days ago. I had told Castiel, because he kept bugging Gabriel about it.

Castiel blushed and muttered, “Like Luci and Gabe . . . But he said not to tell anyone, not even Mikey. Please don’t tell anyone!” He begged. I chuckled and held him closer. “Of course I won’t.” I said. Castiel began to sleep in my arms, his bright, intelligent eyes drifting shut.

* * *

“Of course as brothers. I . . . I don’t think I would mind. It might help with the dreams.” He said thoughtfully as I rearranged the blankets and pillows (finding extra under the bed) into a nest- like fluffy area. Castiel changed quickly, blushing slightly as he asked me to turn around.

We lay down beside one another, and I found myself wishing I could wrap my wings around my brother, who’s human soul was just as bright as his Grace.

“Sleep brother, I will protect you.” I said. Castiel drifted off, muttering something about missing me.

* * *

A few hours later Castiel began to twist and writhe in my arms, crying out lightly to the Winchesters. I tried to quiet him, gently reassuring him that he and his friends were safe.

He awoke with a scream and latched on to me, holding me close and crying into my shoulder. I held him tightly as the Winchesters burst into the room, guns drawn and angel blades tucked into their waist bands.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asked as he sat beside me, gently taking the sobbing Castiel into his arms. Castiel quieted slightly, whispering, “Sam? Dean? You’re alive?” He asked. My heart broke, seeing my brother like this.

“Yeah buddy, we’re just fine. You’re safe, we’re in the bunker, and for some reason you’re sleeping in a bed with Gadreel . . .?” He raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged.