(Consider this before ‘The Impossible Astronaut’ AU)
“Can I have a word?”
The two men stood, studying one another. Though, men in the loosest of terms. They were of male biology, deep voices, braves faces and the like, but looking human doesn’t always mean being human.
“Doctor?” Amy asked cautiously.
“Ponds, meet Castiel. An old friend, a colleague perhaps, of the same sort, anyway. The saving-Earth-and-humans, getting-attached-to-those-we’re-meant-to-protect sort, that lot. More common than you’d think! But personally he’s absolutely heavenly- ” Before he could finish his not-so-obvious and decidedly gentler explanation of the ominous figure that had appeared suddenly inside of the TARDIS doors but waited patiently to be noticed by its inhabitants, it cut him off in a gruff tone,
“I’m an angel of the lord.”
The Doctor threw his hand in frustration as his friend came up the length of the ramp to the console, “I was getting to it, Castiel! Subtlety! You’d think, all this time with humans, but does he learn?”
“I don’t have time-” Castiel started, but too was cut off.
“The Lord,” Rory stammered, “You mean, God? There’s a God?”
“Yes, but I-”
Amy turned quickly to the Doctor, “Wait a minute, you’re friends with an angel? I thought aliens would be enough trouble for you.”
“I’ve…” He started but drifted off in hesitation, rubbing his chin, “Dabbled in the affairs of heaven and hell.” Then shrugged and added, “When you’re 316 you’ll try anything once.”
Castiel searched for a space in the non-stop chatter going back and forth between the Doctor and his companions.
Of all the things he’d come to realize about humans, a fear of anything out of the ordinary and a tendency to be trigger happy and not usually bright, he knew the most devastating, the most dangerous, was the wrath set upon anyone who tries to take a loved one. The news he’d come to deliver stewed, every second that passed precious, and times and places in their history that the Doctor misplaced and mispronounced only made it worse.
“Doctor! I must-”
He jumped as if reminded of Castiel’s presence, turned, flicked a switch here and turned a knob there, “Cas, my celestial friend! Stay for a cup of tea? We were just off to ancient Rome for a spell.” The Doctor motioned to Rory and lowered his voice, “He’s been a bit nostalgic lately. Long story. You two could reminisce! Rory the Roman, Castiel the angel, I am brilliant.”
“It’s Crowley.”
