Introductions Are In Order [Sam and Dean]

[CASTIEL]

He had been in this body, Jimmy's, for a few days now. The angel was quite far from home at the moment. Earth was a strange place to him. He didn't understand the ways of humans, but they were interesting; somewhat like how a scientist would study the social structure of birds or lions. Castiel was certainly no scientist though.

Being a servant of the Lord had been quite a job over the eons. Castiel saw this job as a sort of 'reprieve' from constantly smiting demons, devulging important information, and the like. He just hoped this job wouldn't be too complicated. Of course he had heard stories of the brothers. He had a sinking feeling that this mission would be a lot bigger and more difficult that he had originally anticipated. That was no matter though, as he was sticking to it.

He had taken a few days to get used to being inside a vessel once more. He had spent little of his time of interacting with humans. It had taken him a few hours just to get speech down again. Jimmy was not his vessel but it had been some time sense ha had 'owned' one, as some might put it. Jimmy had, was, is, a man of great Faith. It was something that Castiel had enjoyed about his vessel. Enjoyed. There were those emotions again, creeping up like magma from a sleeping volcano. He stuffed them back down once more.

He had tracked the boys down to Las Angels, Nevada. Somebody would describe this as, ironic. They were in one of those cheap hotels they had been known to repeatedly used.
It probably would of been better to knock on the door. It would have been emotionally easier to accept, but Castiel hadn't given that much thought. He needed to know what they were up to, what mission the Winchesters were working on. He needed to know what the boys were getting into. Once he knew that he could do his job better.

He appeared out of thin air, standing in the middle of the small kitchen like area of the room. He was shorter than the Winchester boys, maybe this vessel was on the short side. The man that had appeared out of nowhere stood silent. He was dressed in business slacks, shiny shoes, a loosened blue tie, and white button down shirt. Most of his apparel was covered by a long beige trench coat. He looked around the room, studying it.

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

Dean Winchester had just been sitting on one of the semi-adequate queen size bed in the motel room with the TV remote in his hand. He had been flipping through all the channels that the cheap TV set managed to receive while his brother was busy in the bathroom. Completely focused on trying to find something to take him mind of his worries and let him relax that he had lowered his guard down a bit. Sitting through a commercial he felt a prickle across his skin that sent a shiver up his spine. It was the sort of feeling he got when he could swear that someone was watching him. But it was highly unlikely as there was no one else in the room besides his brother. Before he could stop himself his head to the side just to prove himself wrong, but as he looked he saw a figure standing in the middle of the motel room.

"Son of a bitch!" he yelled as he jumped to his feet at the sight of the strange man in the room. He took a readied stance as he waited to see if the man would try and attack. While he waited he looked the man over and noticed that he was dressed rather oddly. As most of the time the monsters that had come after then did not come at them dress up in some sort of business suit and trench coat. The man looked as if he had just come from some cushy office job,but still Dean wasn't going to underestimate him. Especially since he could make himself appear in the room with no warning.

[CASTIEL]

Castiel's eye continued to look over the room. He tried to ponder if this was really a good place for the boys to stay. The angel tried to figure out as to why they picked these motels to stay in. Was it habit? Preference? This couldn't certainly be the best place for them to stay, comfort wise at least. He was puzzled. He tilted his head as he looked at the walls, ceiling, edges of the counters. Cas couldn't quite figure it out and that bothered him. He liked knowing things but humans, well, he probably could wrap his mind around quantum physics better than understanding their habits, tastes, and social patterns.

Son of a bitch!, he heard Dean cry out.
Castiel turned his head to the direction of the oldest Winchester. He took a few steps out of the kitchen, moving closer to him, but not in a threatening manner. He leaned forward, peaking around the corner as he looked for Sam. His face turned back to Dean as he straightened himself with his hands in his trench coat pockets.

"You are mistaken, Dean. I am not the son of a female dog." he said, taking Dean's statement quite literally.
"Where is Sam?" he asked. When he had spoken, his voice was gruff; as if he had spent most of his life yelling, or had once been a chain smoker. His tone had an air that was as dry as the Sarah desert in summer.

Castiel went back to looking around to see if Sam was there. If Sam was in danger he would be out of here in a matter of seconds to go help the youngest Winchester. He was a little perturbed at the fact that they were not together. He had expected them to be, they always seemed to be unless they were fighting. If they were apart, his job was going to be more difficult. Great... he thought. His job hadn't even started and already it was going array.

[SAM WINCHESTER]

The hot water streamed over Sam’s body, pleasant against his exposed skin. A content sigh escaped his lips as the steam enveloped him, the warmth dispelling the tension within his muscles, which had transpired subsequent to the hunt he and Dean had completed earlier that evening. The constant manual labor their occupation entailed left him physically exhausted; it felt nice to unwind beneath the showerhead, allowing the lukewarm water to engulf him. He also enjoyed the peace and quiet, which—much to the hunter’s chagrin—was abruptly shattered.

Immediately, he stiffened as he heard Dean’s exclamation of surprise, heartbeat accelerating. Without taking the time to turnoff the running water, Sam exited the shower, hurriedly wrapping one of the motel towels about his waist. He struggled to hear above the noise reverberating in the dingy bathroom and it caused him further anxiety when the oldest Winchester remained silent. On impulse, he thrust the door open, prepared to vie with whoever may have encroached upon their privacy. If the son of a bitch had laid a single finger on his brother, Sam would never forgive himself; not when Dean had so little time left to live.

“Dean—” he faltered mid-sentence, eyes falling onto the unfamiliar individual poised in the midst of the room.

[CASTIEL]

Castiel stopped looking around the hotel room and then stared at Dean, as he was waiting on the Winchester to tell him where his brother was. They had better not be at odds again. He would have to be doing a lot of traveling if that was the case. Besides, an introduction with both of them would most likely be easier than two individual ones. The angel stood a few feet away from Dean, giving just the smallest amount of personal space. Castiel shifted uncomfortably while he waited on Dean to acknowledge his question.

As Sam practically bused down the door, Castiel turned his head to look in that direction. He stared, unblinkingly and then started to frown a little because of his appperance. Well, at least Sam was here. He rocked on his heels a little bit and opened his mouth to speak.
"Ah, there you are. Good." he said as he tried to break the disturbing silence between the three of them.
Castiel let out a low cough, to clear his throat a bit. This was, well, uncomfortable for him. He looked between the two brothers and tried to jar them out of their shock.

"My name is Castiel, and I am an angel of the Lord. I’m here to help."

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

Dean looked back from his brother to the new comer in the room. It was obvious that Sam was going to be at a disadvantage if a fight broke out in the room at that very moment. Which meant that Dean was going to have to try and play negotiator until everything settled down. Out of instinct he brought his hands out in front of him slowly and open in a peaceful manner so that he didn't spook the odd man in the trench coat into doing anything to hasty. But he kept them at a position which would make it easy for him to reach for the gun in his waistband if he needed to. This wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to break into their motel room. But it was the first time anyone ever just appeared inside instead of breaking down the door.

"Whoa there..Castiel was it?" he asked as he tried to process what he had heard. Did he say that he was an angel? His brain seemed to have a much harder time accepting that comment as Dean was sure that this man wasn't an angel. Crazy? Probably but he didn't look like an angel he had more of a dirty salesman look to him. Plus there was also the fact that Dean didn't have much belief that angels were real anyway. "Sorry, but you don't look much like an angel to me." he admitted calling the man's bluff at being angel or at least he thought it was bluff. He had heard worse lies before, but this one was pretty out there.

[SAM WINCHESTER]

Sam gazed warily at the angel through suspicious green eyes. The hunter believed in God as well as angels; however, doubt interlaced his thoughts. After all, he had encountered plenty of demons over the course of his life, and not once had he come across an angel. He frowned ever so slightly, glancing back and forth between Dean and the individual who referred to himself as Castiel, contemplating the next plausible course of action to undertake. At least the man refrained from—thus far—to exhibit hostility. Perhaps, their unexpected visitor was sincere, though he did not allow his guard to slip. Castiel could easily be a demon merely playing with their mind.

“Castiel you say?” The youngest Winchester inquired, voice unwavering in spite of his uncertainties. He appeared to be a harmless middle-aged business man, however Sam had learned not to judge a book by its cover; one wrong move could cost them both their lives and ordinarily he was not one to leave things up to chance. Mentally he cringed in response to his brother’s answer, wishing Dean had thought about his actions before allowing himself to speak a single word. Contradicting what Castiel had stated moments before could coerce the creature to switch from defensive to offensive. Nevertheless, Sam attempted to support his sibling, while striving to rephrase the blunt reply to a discreet query. “What he means is: how do we know that you’re an angel?”

He was too engrossed in the conversation to be concerned by his lack of clothing. If push came to shove Sam would exchange blows in order to protect his brother—even when the only thing separating him from exposure was a flimsy motel towel, which was now soaked, beads of water dripping onto the carpet at his feet. Absentmindedly, he strengthened his hold on the damp material, ensuring it would not fall, and folded his arms across his chest. Maybe it was a tad uncomfortable; especially when he was partially naked in front of a complete and total stranger.

[CASTIEL]

Castiel watched Dean as he spread his arms. Castiel’s head tilted ever so slightly to the right as he watched, curious. He was getting used to human gestures, a skill that he was very slow to learning. There were a lot of human behaviors, phrases, and bits of ‘commonplace’ on Earth that baffled him. He had to recall a lot of information from his vessel’s memory so that he could understand how to even function properly with the mortals. These were awkward and trying times for him, still, he was going to do his job to the best of his ability.

At Dean’s words he let out a disappointed sigh. He cared about his Father’s creations, but they were…a letdown at times. Their weak faith, for one, was annoying at times. Still, he respected them. His gaze went back to Dean in his non threatening position. Not that the gun could hurt him anyway. Well, it would hurt, but it certainly wouldn’t kill Castiel.
“That’s your problem Dean, you have no faith,” he said a few moments after his sigh.

As the younger Winchester spoke, Cas turned his head toward him. His eyes befell on the Winchester’s predicament and he frowned slightly, confused for a moment, before remember that…mortals showered to keep clean and healthy. He picked up on Sam’s uncomfortable feelings, but said nothing. His eyes went back to Sam’s face, apparently not as bothered by the situation as much as the brother’s were.
“Yes,” he said.

It was short, direct, to the point. There was no need for any more confusion from this situation than what existed already. Why couldn’t they just believe him? They had seen, fought, and killed more creatures than any ‘normal’ human would ever encounter – and live to tell the tale. Still…Castiel took in another deep breath and let it out slowly, showing a tiny inkling of his disappointment in the two brothers. They had a long way to go, and he was here to guide them on the correct path.

Wordlessly the lights flickered and let off a low buzz as they flickered on and off. The fluxing wavelengths of light started to illuminate a great shadow that actually emanated from the man in the trench coat. The angel started to spread his wings, and even though the Winchesters would not be able to see them in full, they could hear the rustling of many large feathers, along with the growing shadow against the surfaces that resided behind him. The shadowy wings continued to stretch out as the lights flickered and faded for a few moments while a deep rumble of thunder came from the West.

Would they believe him now? Or would they still question? Castiel wasn’t sure how else to prove to them of his kind’s existence, without them being threatened. His task was to inform, not cause them undue stress, or fear.

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

When the lights began to flicker Dean cast his gaze upwards as he had expected it was the sign of something supernatural was arriving. But as he watched he realized that it was coming from this Castiel person standing in the room. But that was not the only odd thing to happen, he watched as some sort of shadow wings sprouted our from the man's back.

Ok, that was really weird he thought to himself as tried to process what he was seeing. The man who claimed to be an angel of the lord has sprouted some wings, which by textbook would say that he was an angel. Dean still was not completely sold though. So many creatures were out there that could run around and masquerade as an angel just to dupe them.

Once you let your guard down that was when they struck and tried to rip you into little tiny bits, which was what Dean had wanted to avoid at all costs. It also explained why he was always so wary about strangers, as it was so easy for them to come up with some kind of lie for they to throw at them. Unfortunately for him Sam seemed to always eat up the sob stories they heard.

He decided that the safest route was to humor the 'angel' and see what he possibly important news he needed to bring him and Sam.

"Aright so what exactly does an angel want with us?" he asked the man daring to take a single step forward as if to test the waters with this man. If the man was going to attack he wanted to make sure that he drew attention away from Sam. As he was obviously the one at a disadvantage since he was not wearing a single stitch of clothing on, save for the motel bathroom towel.

Plus there was also the fact that Dean thought that he was better of the two of them when it came to fighting. So he always jumped into fights more easily and often than Sam did. Who was the more peaceful type he would rather talk people to death than solve them with a good right hook to the jaw. Dean found it a waste of time to try and talk to the supernatural creatures that they ran into, as half the time they never bothered to even listen to most of what Sammy said.