Constellations
Three hours later and Pippin was slung across the arm chair, two empty bottles of whiskey besides her, a third half drank bottle in her hand. She didn't get drunk like a normal person, having half of an angel's tolerance to alcohol. She wasn't even drunk yet but she was feeling a headache closing in on her fast again. She wallowed in self-loathing a bit longer before the signature sound of fluttering wings announced Castiel's arrival."I thought you didn't drink on hunts?" He questioned softly as he took a seat next to her and she waved her free hand around while she searched for the proper words to explain why she was breaking her number one rule.
"This is one hunt I want to be drunk for." Pippin said lamely as she turned her head to look at the gorgeous Angel, her dark green eyes taking in every feature, every curve. How the shadows played across his face. To her this moment was probably more intoxicating than the alcohol itself was. He mirrored her action and turned his head to meet her gaze head on, the ocean blue capturing and holding the essence of the soul in them. While Cas may not be as expressive as he could be his eyes were a whole other story. Eyes truly were windows to the soul and her heart ached as she saw the fondness they held while looking at her. She couldn't take it and finally turned away, a slight blush spreading across her cheeks. She set the bottle down next to the foot of the chair before she stood up and moved to capture Castiel's hands in her own.
"I've got something to show you." She whispered as she leaned in slightly, pulling in the Angel much like a magnetic would. He allowed himself to be led into the garage with a sense of curiosity and suspicion tugging at his conscious. Once inside she shut the door and walked over to the sit in front of the garage door, which stood open to reveal the night sky. He sat down beside her, taking in the scene of her face set against the backdrop of the glittering night sky.
"Do you see that constellation there?" She asked quietly, pointing to the constellation of Orion that was visible this time of year. He simply nodded before she continued, pointing to the constellation of Scorpio nearby.
"Orion is always locked in battle with Scorpio, neither destined to win or lose." She pondered thoughtfully, and Castiel grew worried about where her train of thought was leading her but willing to let her continue thinking out loud. Pippin turned to look at Castiel only to freeze as she caught a glimpse of something over his shoulder. Wings were a funny thing. They allowed Angel's to easily get from one place to another in minutes, even seconds. Even the color of each individuals wings were different. While they wouldn't manifest their wings on the human plane, Pippin was well aware that, should she want to, she could see their wings without them having to reveal them to her. Special perks of having Angel Grace. The first time Pippin had seen Angel wings it had been with Castiel and Uriel. She had seen Uriel's wings. The coverts had been a dirty black color, like it was tainted with layers of dirt, while the primary feathers had been a dirty purple a few shades lighter than the coverts. She hadn't liked them very much and upon reflection she had to admit that they weren't easy on the eyes. Anna's were her second. The feathers tinged with the lightest hint of pink and red in the white feathers. Those had been more fitting and beautiful. Zachariah's had been her third, unfortunately. His had been more like an owls' wings, the grey feathers turning more white near the ends of the primary feathers, dotted with grey spots, while the coverts had been a medium gray. Not too light but not too dark either. Her fourth time hadn't been a good encounter at all. Lucifer was often the Angel she tried her hardest to forget about. Like all Archangels he had six wings all together. The coverts started out as the deepest shade of crimson and as the feathers reached the end of the primary feathers they had turned a brilliant flame/pinkish red. Michael's feathers had been the plainest out of all the Angel wings. They were entirely white, even more pure than a fresh snow fall and Gabriel's caught her by surprise. Like his brothers he also had six wings in all but they had been one of her favorites. They were like a sunset, rich amber with golden touches. But in this moment, staring in a trance at Castiel's wings, she knew she had found the wings she thought were the most stunning she had ever seen. Castiel's wings were normal, no special set of six like Gabriel's. They were onyx black, the feathers changing hue when he moved. The streaks of the darkest cobalt blue shimmering for a few moments before seeming to disappear once more into the onyx color. Castiel watched over Pippin's shoulders in return as she found herself lost in thought, eyes tracing the length of her wings. Oh he knew she didn't have true wings like any other Angel. No, but her grace was special, touched and made by God himself. The Grace seemed to form her own pair of wings unbeknownst to Pippin. They were mostly function less, not able to carry her places, but they were gorgeous. They shimmered and shifted, the silver and white-blue adding an ethereal effect to the whole experience. They didn't appear solid like his own. They seemed to be made up of a silverish light, purely for the sole purpose of show instead of function, her Grace reacting instinctively to Castiel's own. He would have to ask Gabriel if he had seen her wings before. He was sure that the archangel had at least once, considering their close bond, one of sister and brother. Cas' hands twitched slightly as he fought the urge to raise his hand and gently run his fingers through the silver feathers before him. Would he even be able to feel them? Considering they were made of pure Grace alone? It startled him a bit when she abruptly stood up, a glint of metal appearing between her fingers for a fleeting second. He couldn't even react to the flickering of the flame as she dropped the lighter onto the oil, flames springing up to encompass him and trap him in the circle. His eyes traced the fire and haze it created before locking eyes with Pippin. Pippin looked away as Gabriel appeared out of thin air next to her.
"Keep him safe Gabe." She whispered sorrowfully before she vanished out of Castiel's line of sight.
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