My Skin |Dean & FemCastiel|
It was an ordinary day in Grenada, California on the day that Melissa began to go insane. Or so she thought she was going insane. It first happened at work, a normal little desk job where she just clicked around and played Farmville on Facebook all day, occasionally making appointments and organizing files. Nothing was currently happening so she had turned on the radio to listen to her favorite radio station, a DJ giving away tickets to a concert she desperately wanted to attend. Then an interference began, resonating high at such a level that it hurt her ears but no matter how much she tried it wouldn’t stop. And suddenly she woke up in the hospital, alone with her vitals being analyzed. And she could hear it, a soft voice in her head.
‘Do you have faith?’
“Faith? In what?”
‘In God’s plan for you.’
Silly otherworldly voice. She didn’t believe in God. Or anything for that matter. So she began to ignore it as it continued speaking. The talking continued though…for days…a week. At three weeks, she finally couldn’t take it anymore.
“Okay creepy, otherworldly voice. What do you want from me?”
‘I need you to have faith in me.’
“And why should I have faith in you? You’re a voice in my head.”
‘That is why this is based on faith.’
“Okay fine, random voice. What are we doing?”
‘Grant me the use of your body in the fight for Heaven.’
“Um…and what do I get out of it?”
‘What do you want?’
That was the million dollar question wasn’t it? She hummed in thought to herself over what she could possibly want for the use of her body. Concert tickets? A car? Then it dawned on her…her twin brother had a brain tumor. He was dieing…slowly but surely in the hospital.
“Could you heal my brother?”
‘Yea, I’m allowed to grant this.’
Castiel looked over himself carefully…or rather…herself now that he thought about it. Her skin was soft, and she was shorter than Jimmy which bothered the angel a bit. But she shrugged her shoulder after a moment and went to fulfill her promise quickly before she located Dean and Sam in a rundown motel in Wichitaw. She would have just appeared in their room, but she knew they would react to this strange new shell. So she chose the other approach instead, knocking carefully on the door.
Waiting for only a moment (as she was sure the boys weren’t prepared for visitors and had to peek out at her), Dean opened the door slowly and looked at her with a look of confusion.
She smiled, a bright smile upon seeing the man she hadn’t seen for weeks and unable to help herself, she lunged at him and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder and not realizing that perhaps her make up would smudge on him.