Supernatural © Erik Kripke. Not mine.
Inspired by Trans-Siberian Orchestra music.
An Angel Came Down
It is snowing. Castiel stands there by the Impala, watching the white flakes dust the ground and the trees. The boys are inside, arguing with Bobby about something. He doesn't really care. They'll figure it out eventually. He's tired of hearing them, tired of feeling like he accomplishes nothing. He's just tired of it all.
The wind picks up, transforming a gentle snowfall into a flurry of frosty white that makes Castiel smile just a bit. The wind brings more than just snow – it brings the voices of the multitudes, every believer on the face of the planet, and if he listens carefully enough, he can hear them all.
A small voice rings out over all the others. He closes his eyes. It makes it easier to bring the voice to the front of his mind. She sounds so small, her voice broken as she sings. Just a little child.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found. Was blind but now I see.
His smile melts away. He feels that slight nudge, the one that lets him know when it's time to leave. He wills himself to the little girl, and with a flutter of wings he vanishes from the Impala door.
The little girl – Abby – isn't aware he's standing there at the foot of her bed, watching this little tow-haired child sing with her hands over her ears and tears staining her cheeks. He can hear the argument down the hall, drunken words and slurs and language no child should ever have to listen to. There's a purpling bruise under her left eye, and Castiel feels a coldness overcome him.
Still, she sings, that one verse over and over again, her voice a little more broken each and every time, until finally she's just whispering, barely able to make out the words as the tears come faster, and Castiel just can't stand there anymore.
Abby's eyes snap open when she feels a warm weight settle on her bed. Castiel's gut clenches when he sees that flash of fear. Slowly, he reaches out and touches her cheek, healing the bruise and the cracked bone he can sense beneath. Slowly, oh so slowly, she smiles at him.
He's not completely unprepared when she climbs into his lap. He simply wraps his arms around her and lets her cry into his cloak. She finally cries herself to sleep. Castiel lays her back down on her bed and pulls the covers up around her shoulders. After a moment, he kisses her on the forehead, marking her with the smallest amount of Grace.
"Sleep well, Abby. It won't be like this forever."
Then he's gone, and Abby is alone with her dreams.
Dean's already standing outside when Castiel returns. "Where were you?" he demands.
Castiel simply gives him a look. "You are not my only charge, Dean."
The hunter rolls his eyes. "Whatever."
Abby's little voice is still singing in her dreams, and Castiel can hear her sweet voice a little clearer now. It warms him inside.
Maybe this time he can do some good.
My chains are gone, I've been set free
My God my Savior has ransomed me
And like a flood, His mercy rains
Unending love, Amazing grace