All I can do | PG | Adam, Castiel gen
Title: All I can do
Author lackadaisy
Character(s)/Pairing: Adam, Castiel
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 566
Summary: Castiel is having trouble figuring out the motives of his superiors.
Castiel was having a hard time figuring out the motives of his superiors. They wanted Dean to help them, but the ways in which they were trying to get to him were the exact opposite Castiel, himself, would choose. Dean did not react well to being told what to do, how he should do something, or to being lied to. Last night, after learning of his youngest brother Adam's death, he had prayed for Castiel's help, called for him. He had asked that Castiel go back in time to the point where the ghouls attacked Adam's mother and to kill both the ghouls, so his little brother might survive.
Castiel had said then he wouldn't remember him, having never had the need to rush to Windom at the fake-Adam's call, so what would be the point. Dean said he didn't care so long as his little brother was alive. So Castiel had attempted to do what he'd asked, thinking that it wouldn't be a problem. Adam Milligan did not seem relevant to anything that his superiors would be concerned with. But on his trip back he was knocked through the river of time too far, to when Adam was still very young. Apparently he'd run into another angel, who'd taken the offending ghouls farther back to kill the Milligans before Dean or his father would have been made aware of Adam.
Unfortunately the angel had fled shortly after releasing them, and Castiel had only arrived in time to save Adam, not his mother. Now the ghouls were vanquished but he couldn't take himself forward in time. All his other powers seemed functional except the one that he needed most. No doubt his superiors had taken it from him, sealing him there as punishment for interfering with their plans.
He couldn't understand how killing Adam would benefit his superiors. After all, either way Dean wouldn't have remembered him, one way he'd be alive the other he wouldn't. Was it to prove that Dean couldn't ask for things? He shouldn't call upon Castiel? It just didn't make sense.
Either way, he was here now and it looked like the next time he'd be seeing Dean and Sam was when they had met Adam the first time, and then it'd be Castiel making the call, not a ghoul impersonating Adam. He'd told Dean he'd take care of his little brother, so that's what he'd do, to the best of his abilities.
“What's your name?” three-year-old Adam asked him. He was determinedly coloring in a transformer's coloring book.
“Castiel.”
“That's a silly name,” Adam said.
Castiel replied, “My father gave me that name, it is not 'silly'.”
“Who's your Dad? I don't have one.”
“God is my father. You have a father also, his name is John Winchester.”
“Nuh uh, I don't have a Daddy, just a Mommy,” Adam corrected him.
Castiel let it drop, watching the little one color outside the lines with shades that clashed horribly. But the child didn't appear bothered by the contrast and picked the colors at random.
Adam set down his crayons and examined his current picture, decided it was finished and turned to a new page. Then he looked up at Castiel and grinned in a way that reminded him inexplicably of Dean, his first set of teeth still growing in.
“You wanna color, Cas?”
Author lackadaisy
Character(s)/Pairing: Adam, Castiel
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 566
Summary: Castiel is having trouble figuring out the motives of his superiors.
Castiel was having a hard time figuring out the motives of his superiors. They wanted Dean to help them, but the ways in which they were trying to get to him were the exact opposite Castiel, himself, would choose. Dean did not react well to being told what to do, how he should do something, or to being lied to. Last night, after learning of his youngest brother Adam's death, he had prayed for Castiel's help, called for him. He had asked that Castiel go back in time to the point where the ghouls attacked Adam's mother and to kill both the ghouls, so his little brother might survive.
Castiel had said then he wouldn't remember him, having never had the need to rush to Windom at the fake-Adam's call, so what would be the point. Dean said he didn't care so long as his little brother was alive. So Castiel had attempted to do what he'd asked, thinking that it wouldn't be a problem. Adam Milligan did not seem relevant to anything that his superiors would be concerned with. But on his trip back he was knocked through the river of time too far, to when Adam was still very young. Apparently he'd run into another angel, who'd taken the offending ghouls farther back to kill the Milligans before Dean or his father would have been made aware of Adam.
Unfortunately the angel had fled shortly after releasing them, and Castiel had only arrived in time to save Adam, not his mother. Now the ghouls were vanquished but he couldn't take himself forward in time. All his other powers seemed functional except the one that he needed most. No doubt his superiors had taken it from him, sealing him there as punishment for interfering with their plans.
He couldn't understand how killing Adam would benefit his superiors. After all, either way Dean wouldn't have remembered him, one way he'd be alive the other he wouldn't. Was it to prove that Dean couldn't ask for things? He shouldn't call upon Castiel? It just didn't make sense.
Either way, he was here now and it looked like the next time he'd be seeing Dean and Sam was when they had met Adam the first time, and then it'd be Castiel making the call, not a ghoul impersonating Adam. He'd told Dean he'd take care of his little brother, so that's what he'd do, to the best of his abilities.
“What's your name?” three-year-old Adam asked him. He was determinedly coloring in a transformer's coloring book.
“Castiel.”
“That's a silly name,” Adam said.
Castiel replied, “My father gave me that name, it is not 'silly'.”
“Who's your Dad? I don't have one.”
“God is my father. You have a father also, his name is John Winchester.”
“Nuh uh, I don't have a Daddy, just a Mommy,” Adam corrected him.
Castiel let it drop, watching the little one color outside the lines with shades that clashed horribly. But the child didn't appear bothered by the contrast and picked the colors at random.
Adam set down his crayons and examined his current picture, decided it was finished and turned to a new page. Then he looked up at Castiel and grinned in a way that reminded him inexplicably of Dean, his first set of teeth still growing in.
“You wanna color, Cas?”