Finding Yahweh
Title: Finding Yahweh
Author: xephwrites
Characters: Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 640
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: Uh, technically most of season 5, but not really anything in particular
Summary: One time, Castiel is pretty sure he found God.
Warnings: Uh, I'm writing gen? Should that be a warning?
Prompt: from wordsmeetwings prompt # 22 Castiel - I don't know what he's after.
Notes: So yeah, I sat down to write another prompt for the challenge, but I ended up writing this one. My mind is so not right! Special thanks to my good friend runsamok, who gave me the idea of where Castiel ends up almost finding God. I don't know why it made sense to us both. Probably because we were texting each other during an epically boring day at work! I owe him a beef stew dinner now.
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Of all of the strange places Castiel had been on his search for God, a high school was the last place he thought the Lord would be. But there he was, standing before the elaborate stone entrance, the borrowed amulet warm and humming against his chest.
A few students were milling about, some smoking, others obviously not wanting to be inside. And Castiel could not blame them. Who would want to sit inside on such a beautiful spring day?
He noticed their curious glances as he walked up the stone path to the double doors. No one stopped him or questioned him. That thought lingered in the back of his head. He thought that students should be alarmed that a stranger was approaching their school.
The air inside the school was cool and dry. The hallways were empty, and he could hear the buzz of conversations behind closed doors. He walked further into the school, passing a large office. Phones were ringing and a few students sat on a bench looking quite discontent.
As he got further down the hall, the amulet got warmer and almost pulled to his left. He looked at the large wooden door and read the plaque. In plain black letters it said “Guidance”. His lips twitched a bit, as guidance was exactly what he was looking for.
The office was small, holding a desk and a couch. There was a door behind the desk, and every wall had pamphlets and other papers. No one was sitting at the desk, but there was a young girl who looked very bored curled up on the couch. Castiel thought that she looked a bit like Jo Harvelle. She tossed an uninterested glance at him and scoffed.
“You so don’t belong here.” She said haughtily. Castiel looked at her in interest.
“And how do you know that?” His gaze narrowed at the girl. She rolled her eyes and started picking at her chipped blue nail polish.
“Cause if you belonged here, you wouldn’t look lost.” She sighed and rested her head on the back of the couch. “But according to my teachers, I belong here.” She began to bang her head softly off the couch. “I fucking hate this school!” Castiel tilted his head.
“If you hate it so much, why do you stay?” He asked, sitting in the spot beside her. She pulled away from him a bit.
“Hello! I have to be here! It’s not by choice.” She scowled at him through heavily painted eyes.
“Even when you believe you have no choice, you always have one.” He said. His amulet was almost burning hot now. He looked around the room.
The door behind the desk opened and a tiny woman with grey hair stepped out. She looked at Castiel with hard eyes.
“Can I help you, sir?” She asked suspiciously. Castiel stood up.
“Yes. I am looking for…” He stopped. The amulet went cool against his chest, and he had forgotten why he was here. Both the lady and the teen looked at him expectantly.
“I’m sorry, sir, but this is private property.” The lady said, waving the teen into her office. “If you don’t have a visitor’s pass, or other permission to be here, I will have to ask you to leave.”
Castiel stood dumbfounded. He was sure that there was something he was looking for that lead him here. There must have been some reason he was standing in a high school guidance office. The girl scrunched his nose at him as she walked by.
“Weirdo.” She said as she rounded the desk. The lady gave Castiel one last harsh look before allowing the teen to enter the room.
Castiel fluttered out when the door closed behind them. He stood in front of a diner three miles away.
God. He was looking for God.
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Author: xephwrites
Characters: Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 640
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: Uh, technically most of season 5, but not really anything in particular
Summary: One time, Castiel is pretty sure he found God.
Warnings: Uh, I'm writing gen? Should that be a warning?
Prompt: from wordsmeetwings prompt # 22 Castiel - I don't know what he's after.
Notes: So yeah, I sat down to write another prompt for the challenge, but I ended up writing this one. My mind is so not right! Special thanks to my good friend runsamok, who gave me the idea of where Castiel ends up almost finding God. I don't know why it made sense to us both. Probably because we were texting each other during an epically boring day at work! I owe him a beef stew dinner now.
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Of all of the strange places Castiel had been on his search for God, a high school was the last place he thought the Lord would be. But there he was, standing before the elaborate stone entrance, the borrowed amulet warm and humming against his chest.
A few students were milling about, some smoking, others obviously not wanting to be inside. And Castiel could not blame them. Who would want to sit inside on such a beautiful spring day?
He noticed their curious glances as he walked up the stone path to the double doors. No one stopped him or questioned him. That thought lingered in the back of his head. He thought that students should be alarmed that a stranger was approaching their school.
The air inside the school was cool and dry. The hallways were empty, and he could hear the buzz of conversations behind closed doors. He walked further into the school, passing a large office. Phones were ringing and a few students sat on a bench looking quite discontent.
As he got further down the hall, the amulet got warmer and almost pulled to his left. He looked at the large wooden door and read the plaque. In plain black letters it said “Guidance”. His lips twitched a bit, as guidance was exactly what he was looking for.
The office was small, holding a desk and a couch. There was a door behind the desk, and every wall had pamphlets and other papers. No one was sitting at the desk, but there was a young girl who looked very bored curled up on the couch. Castiel thought that she looked a bit like Jo Harvelle. She tossed an uninterested glance at him and scoffed.
“You so don’t belong here.” She said haughtily. Castiel looked at her in interest.
“And how do you know that?” His gaze narrowed at the girl. She rolled her eyes and started picking at her chipped blue nail polish.
“Cause if you belonged here, you wouldn’t look lost.” She sighed and rested her head on the back of the couch. “But according to my teachers, I belong here.” She began to bang her head softly off the couch. “I fucking hate this school!” Castiel tilted his head.
“If you hate it so much, why do you stay?” He asked, sitting in the spot beside her. She pulled away from him a bit.
“Hello! I have to be here! It’s not by choice.” She scowled at him through heavily painted eyes.
“Even when you believe you have no choice, you always have one.” He said. His amulet was almost burning hot now. He looked around the room.
The door behind the desk opened and a tiny woman with grey hair stepped out. She looked at Castiel with hard eyes.
“Can I help you, sir?” She asked suspiciously. Castiel stood up.
“Yes. I am looking for…” He stopped. The amulet went cool against his chest, and he had forgotten why he was here. Both the lady and the teen looked at him expectantly.
“I’m sorry, sir, but this is private property.” The lady said, waving the teen into her office. “If you don’t have a visitor’s pass, or other permission to be here, I will have to ask you to leave.”
Castiel stood dumbfounded. He was sure that there was something he was looking for that lead him here. There must have been some reason he was standing in a high school guidance office. The girl scrunched his nose at him as she walked by.
“Weirdo.” She said as she rounded the desk. The lady gave Castiel one last harsh look before allowing the teen to enter the room.
Castiel fluttered out when the door closed behind them. He stood in front of a diner three miles away.
God. He was looking for God.
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