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Castiel

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"Okay I hope you like waffles." Pandora smiled while she passed me syrup and cut fresh fruit.

The air was filled with exotic aromas and the beautiful hum of wind-chimes from outside.

"Who was that lady from earlier?" I asked her.

"Oh, Gia... she's your god mother." Pandora answered me and scratched the back of her head and chuckled lightly.

"Oh wow..." my mouth hung slightly open as I took in the new information.

"I know she's crazy, but she's a good person with good intentions most of the time... some of the time..." Pandora smiled with a glint of happiness engraved in her eyes. Though her smile was... contagious to put it lightly. I found myself smiling before I knew it.

"Where is everyone else?" I asked her.

"Oh they are all at the main house. This is my house, each of my brothers have their own house." She explained as she ate. "Well it's our house if you want to stay."

Her voice was full of hope...

"I mean it's your choice, If you want to stay, I don't want you to feel forced. That's the last thing-" She continued to rant.

"I do, I do want to stay but what about school?" I enquired.

"Oh I can drive you or I could get you a driver." She said enthusiastically.

"Can you? Can you drive me I mean?" I asked shyly.

"Of course. I would love too." She smiled and we continued to eat and converse as if we've known each other entire lives.

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"And this is the music room." Pandora showed me a room filled with instruments and a wall of glass that reviled a beautiful forest.

"Woah..." I said in awe. "This is amazing..." I said as I saw the piano in the middle in front of the glass wall. I went to it almost automatically, as if I was in some sort of trance.

"You play?" Pandora asked.

"Um yea... I love playing. I'm going to be in the school talent show this year." I said nervously.

"That's wonderful!" she replied. Not the exact sentence I was expecting...

"Oh can I come?" She asked, her voice full of innocent hope, but there was something else. An emotion I was unfamiliar with...

Pride...

"Y-you want to come?" I stuttered.

"Well of course I do. Why wouldn't I? You enjoy it, don't you?" She asked. I was taken back momentarily by her response.

"I-I mean yeah but y-you don't think I'm wasting my time?" I asked.

"Of course not. Doing something you enjoy I never a waste of time. I might've not been there for most of your life but nothing is going to get in the way of me being there for you. In anyway." She ended it of with a smile.

"Thank you. To be frank I didn't expect you to be so accepting." I confessed.

"Why?" She asked.

"Well my pare- I mean Chase and Jenny were never supportive, they expected me to play football or soccer." I explained.

"Well that's preposterous, Ludicrous. How can you peruse something you don't enjoy?" She huffed.

"I support you no matter what." She smiled and patted my jaw in a motherly way.

Then I had felt it. A sensation I didn't understand. A sense of want. I felt at home, like the piece missing was finally found. An uncanny surge of hope.

Without thinking I embraced her, but just as I was about to unwrap my arms around her delicate figure she returned the hug. It felt warm and safe. Something I could defiantly get used to.

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Pandora  

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Never would I have imagined myself here...

Hugging my son and he, wholeheartedly accepting it. It felt like a sick dream. A dream I didn't want to wake up from. I held onto him for dear life and I could feel him do the same.

I felt his attention shift to the glossy piano that was so desperate for his attention. I grudgingly let go only to tug him towards the piano.

"Come on, show me what you've got." I smiled teasingly as I challenged him.

"Can you play mom." That word... mom.

I felt so foreign yet so warming. It came so naturally from his mouth. As if he had been calling me that for years. How I relished in the sound of that word. 'mom' I immediately lit up and grinned at him.

"Yes I can play, although I haven't played for a long time." I admitted as I lightly ran my fingers on the keys.

"Can you play for me?" He asked me in a voice I simply couldn't say no to.

"Okay, one song then you play for me." I playfully pointed at him.

I sat on the stool with him and gently pressed my fingers on the keys in a simple song. It had been so long since I played but once my fingers touched the keys it all came back to me.

How could I forget that feeling of pouring you emotion into soft sounds. It felt both accelerating as it did fulfilling.  

I ended and opened my mind to Castiel's applause.

"Okay now you play for me." I playfully demanded.

"I'm not half as good as you." He said and slumped forward.

"No you'll be even better." I encouraged and picked up one of his hands and placed it on the keys.

"Now let me hear you." I smiled. He started, pouring all his emotion into every sound. It was beautiful to say the least. When he finished he turned me with shy smile as he waited for me to comment.

"Beautiful, absolutely brilliant." I praised.

"Really?" He asked.

"Of course." I said as I touched his shoulder affectionately.

My son...

My Castiel...

My Angel...

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