Long Lost Life [castiel]

[CHESSA STEVENS]

Packed with her personal belongings, including medical ones Chessa or Nurse Stevens to some of her colleagues and patients. She drove hours until she reached Quahog, Rhode Island where she was assigned for one week in aid to Quahog General Hospital while some of their nurses are on strike. Whatever their issue might be, she doesn’t know. All she knew was that she needs to do the graveyard shift there for one week and that she needs to stay away from the nurses on strike in case the situation gets physical. She made a quick stop over the gas station for full tank and some snacks. She’ll be staying in the hospital dorm anyway so there really no need for her buy groceries for stock. She dropped Jason, Zion’s human name, a message saying she arrived there. Their allegiance is a funny story, maybe to some, but all she knows is that they’re on the same side. Out of the battle and protecting humans is their main job. The silence of the Heaven and Hell somehow bothered her. Knowing the folks from Heaven, they wouldn’t let go such issue easily.

Chessa parked her car on the almost empty lot of the hospital and carried all her luggage as she entered the building. She headed to the information desk to inquire on who to report to and what dorm room was she assigned to. Knowing the basic details she needed, she decided to head to her room first and unpack before she reports to Dr. Irving exactly after four hours. Chessa trailed her way to room 215B, quickly arranged her luggage and steered her way towards the empty nurse station. She helped herself with a coffee and blankly stirred her cup, thinking what else could possibly happen now that Lucifer’s back and armed with a much powerful soldiers which sometimes made her think if running away was a good idea then suddenly a cold wind swooshed in the empty room. The presence wasn’t hard to identify. Besides, it’s about time she would meet one of them again after some time.

”Hello brother. It’s been a long time.” She said to him in a neutral tone.

[CASTIEL]

Quahog, Rhode Island was one of those small towns in the smallest state of the United States. Castiel wasn’t much of a geological person. However, North America seemed to be his home these days. It was awkward, but at the same time it was something. He was the leader of Heaven for a while and now Michael came back. Life was just grand. Many people went back to following Michael while others joined Castiel. However, he really didn’t understand this whole thing all he wanted to do was just do things. Go back to the old ways; however, that didn’t seem like that was going to happen.

He find himself in some kind of hospital. He didn’t know why, but he just did and he found himself in an empty room with Chessa. He gazed over at her as she greeted him with a neutral tone. “Hello sister, it has indeed been a long time” he concluded as he gazed around the empty room. He wondered what she was doing here. “Why are you here?” he asked with a soft tone. For some reason, he figured that he could use her help. “I need your help” the angel concluded. It was risky, for an angel to ask a fallen angel for help, but he figured that she could help. Rumor had it she was in contact with someone.

[CHESSA STEVENS]

Chessa turned to look at Castiel. However, it seemed like she cannot look at him in the eye. For some reason, she was shy to do so, more like ashamed. Maybe because she chose to be a fallen one and be on the neutral side and form some unlikely allegiance with a demon/angel hybrid. It wasn’t natural at all but she needs to be honest with herself that if it can be prevented not to be part in the big battle, she’d rather not to. A lot of her brothers and sisters disagreed and disgraced her for what she believes in though for some reason, it was like there’s a change in Castiel’s view, somehow. Him approaching her isn’t easy to think that some angels were already doubting Castiel’s way and leadership and talking to a fallen angel who built a bad reputation wasn’t a very wise move.

"So I heard. Heaven is on the chaos. Michael’s return isn’t that positive at all. I'm here on a mission, human mission. As a nurse." She answered him. She listened to his sentiments. Help? Her help? Why would he need it? What exactly can she do for him? Her ability to heal? Control and calm emotions? That’s not enough and useful ability for him to ask her help. Unless... it could be because she knows somebody. Somebody powerful, stronger than any angels or demons. For an angel like her, the world seems small and she’s got her own ‘paparazzi’. "Cas, what exactly can I do for you? You know that my mojo’s isn’t as powerful as before, nothing’s left." Mojo, that word humans used. She liked the sound of it.