Adventures of the Trenchcoat Angel Brigade: A Running Lullaby

Apparently I'm Sam's angel now.  I'm not quite certain how this happened, but I think we might have bonded over identifying the current Big Bad at the same time.  Also in our choices of food.  I've never been anyone's angel before.  Before, it was all choirs and armies and just one of a garrison.  A flock.  There's a reason that wolves have the saying 'lone wolf', despite the fact that they're very social, if violent creatures, and there is no similar saying for most birds.  Just a few wolves do not belong to a pack, but they do exist.  With birds, with angels, there is no individual, there is no I, there is no thinking for yourself.  It's a kind of absolution from freedom, from choice.  It's easy.  You follow orders, you are one of the Host.

But as you grow and learn and begin to become an individual, you realize something else.  You're lonely.  There is no favorite brother, there is no best friend.  It's an all-encompassing love, but I think only Father could have such and not lose a little along the way.

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How are you supposed to be someone's angel?  There's definitely nothing of the same 'special bond' that Dean and Castiel share.

Panic.  That's a new one.  Ordinarily I would ask Sam about what such a relationship (somewhat like best friends, I'd imagine, only between an angel and a human, which, as I'm growing to discover, are wonderful creatures, perfect in their flawed imperfection) entails, but as he's one of the involved parties, I don't think that's particularly polite.

Maybe I'll ask Dean.