Now (Глава 3)

I on earth too long. I am delighted...Everything I see, eat, drink and so on was created by people. All these skyscrapers, chimneys looking into the sky...They believe in us...but they can't find heaven. Stupid people...Ordinary people can't see us...Even Eve couldn't see us." Why should I help them? After all, they create problems for themselves, and then they go to pray to our father. I would like help myself. After coming on the earth, so many things hit me. These strange dreams… I...I not understand...Why are they? Why on carth I am supposed to feel this? All this...What of it that I not have the slightest idea about it."«I not know what do Father! Father, what have I done wrong? Tell me...!Please...Prithee! Walking around the city, Castiel came across a building, a gray old building. And suddenly he froze, petrified, could not move, could not even move his fingers. What influenced him so much? „Oh no...! Again it...!His voice… His voice is so sweet, so cuter, like the song of a nightingale. And his brown eyes with golden ring around the pupil. Like the all-seeing fiery gaze of Sauron on a high tower, under which molten earth flows. And where are the glasses, and in general… Why do people wear them? Are they comfortable? If he took them off, then no… I don't understand them. Why do something that doesn't give comfort? Okay… This look evokes fear and horror, love and attraction of the unknown. His appearance terribly handsome, who beckons his victim and paralyzes like the poison of the Gorgon. He's like the snake from Eden that once poisoned the first woman on earth. “After all, it's impossible!»
«Castiel!» Said one of the hunters, watching the fallen angel with a smile, considering his behavior amusing.
«Look man...» Dean closed his car and stood not far from Cas, began to look into the distance, looking for something that could freeze his feathered friend like that. Hearing Kak whispering, Dean smiled and decided to play a joke on him: «Oh… Our pet angel got sick! Ha-ha-ha!...» The angel, like a zombie, began to slowly move towards the man who was standing 100 meters away from him. He was as if bewitched by him. Dean walked over to Castiel and grabbed his arm sharply, pulling him back to him. «Oh… Stop man...Stop! I know this is new to you, but we have better things to do… OK? The brothers and the angel went to the nearest local coffee shop to discuss their future plans. Sitting at a table by the window, the view from which was open to the very building, to the very person who was standing and talking to other people.
»Cas! Samuel found a way to get you back to heaven. At least once the book of death that our witch Ravena stole came in handy.
«She will kill you...?» The angel asked in surprise.
«Ravenna? Oh… No, she helped lock Lucifer in a cage.» The hunter is delighted. He believes that together with his brother, he can restore Castiel's grace and help him return to heaven.
«No… What are you? I'm not talking about her, I'm talking about the damned book. Such magic has a very high price, I don't want you to sacrifice for me. Moreover, I liked it here.» Cas turned to the window and continued to stare at the short brunette in dark clothes. Apparently Castiel changed his mind about returning home. He admired the world that his father had created. And he loved him just like his father loved him.
«Cas! The gates of heaven must be opened and all the angels returned home. Whether you come home or not is up to you, Cas.»
«But there's a problem, Cas. Ingredients for the spell...»
«What's wrong with them, Dean?»
«The blood of a virgin, the heart of a cupid, the grace of an archangel. Here is our problem. Where can we get all this?»
«Michael is in a cage with Lucifer, Gabriel and Gadreel are hiding in another galaxy. The secretary of God closed Paradise, can't get to him now.»
«Virgin blood? Seriously?» Samuel interrupted in surprise.
«Sam, blood is the simplest ingredient.» Sam noticed that their feathered friend was out of his mind. He was constantly looking out the window for something. So diligently that he did not listen to half of what they told him. The brothers decided to find out what was the matter:
«So… Okay… Cas… Did we hurt your brother too much last time, or did someone decide to play a prank on you like that?
»What are you about?"
«I'm talking about that handsome man, from which you cannot take your eyes»
«Ah… That's what you mean… I… I don't know… I'm a human now...»
«Yeah,» Dean grinned. «That's exactly what I think when...»
«Dean...» Tries to put a stop to Dean's colorful speech about his night hikes.
What!? Our feathered one..." The hunter tries to continue his thought, eating a hamburger from a local bakery with great appetite.
«Dean!» Sam persistently tries to stop him from speaking.
«What!?» Dean spoke with his mouth stuffed.
«Just shut up...» Dean nodded his head and shut up.
After filling their stomachs, a group of hunters left the coffee shop and headed to the church, looking for answers. Cas froze again. The brothers did not immediately notice the loss, returning back to the feathered one, trying to understand what had stopped him this time. Because that person was no longer here.
«Cas… Where are you looking again?»
«I look at paintings. They are beautiful. People… They can do this… They, like my father, create the world on a piece of flax, initially covering it with starch, wheat flour, fish glue, gelatin, casein, egg, gypsum, chalk, spar… „
“What?.. What?.. Say it again.» Dean asked in surprise.
«It smells like paintings… also linseed oil and fish oil… are they doing some kind of ritual that I don't know about?» The angel was surprised.
«No… Cas. It's just paintings. A kind of art.»
«Fun as hell.»
Having not found answers in the church, two brothers with an angel returned back and got into the car. Before you sit down, Castiel, pointing at the gray, old building with his finger, said:
«I'll be back… Just wait for me.»