Otherworldly

Meeting Castiel

"Castiel!" I look up and see nothing. My eyes shift and I can see up to the atmosphere edge. I see a hulking mass of once flying ugly coming in. I jump into the air, wings extended and coming into sight. My body transforms and I'm in true form. My blue eyes turn a deep brown, and my skin turns pale. My hair grows out to a long curly red.
I race up and catch the falling mass. I place it on a cloud and watch it.
"Who are you?" It demands when it comes to reality. I fly a distance back.
"The person that saved you from death!" His ugly body turns into quite the cute vessel.
"How could you see me in true form?" I roll my eyes.
"I'm a special type of angel, but let's not think on that." I fly over to him and touch his mind.
"You have to save Dean?" I look mortified.
"Yeah, four month round trip to save him from Hell." I roll my eyes.
"Good luck with that. But he's stubborn." I jump down and upon reaching Earth again I transform to normal old me. I continue on to my car and jump in.

Months Later

Castiel is next to me suddenly. I look at him and he looks worried.
"What do you need Castiel?" He looks confused for a moment before responding.
"I need you to help me with the Winchesters." I look at him funny. "You need to step back in." I shrug and copy down their location.
"Any idea what case they are working?" I ask.
"Some sort of a demon with... white eyes?" I gasp.
"I'll go." I hurry out to the car and throw my stuff in. I rush to Gettysburg PA. I run into the old factory Esma is staying in. "Esma!" I yell, searching. I find him locked in a room. He lets me in.
"Andrial, where have you been?"
"I just finished a case in Deleware, I came as soon as I heard they were hunting you." He smiles.
"Good little warrior." I fold my wings around him before going out, armed with my shot gun and knife. I look at birds eye view and see where they are at. I walk around the corner and put my gun up. I see them with their guns up too. I instantly drop my weapon to my hip.
"Boys! Long time no see!" I laugh. They realize it's me.
"Andre?" Dean asks. He looks me up and down with approving eyes.
"Hey, eyes off of that." Esma walks around the corner. We bump wings.
"Andre get away from him!" They put their guns up.
"Why?" I look at Esma and laugh when his eyes cloud over.
"He's a demon!" Esma and I laugh together.
"He was in the same predicament as you. He sold his soul to Hell to save someone, except Angels didn't save him. Esma here came to create and army to kill other demons." Esma and I explain some things, leaving out the fact that I'm a warrior.