Supernatural Imagines

Wings

You are faced with the tough decision of staying loyal to heaven or rebelling to help your brother, Castiel. You also discover a few secrets about yourself and others along the way.

You are on the same side as most of the other angels in the garrison. You stay loyal to your father and his plan for you, even now, during the oncoming apocalypse. Unfaithful angels, like your older brother, Uriel, strayed to the side of Lucifer, killing some of your other siblings that wouldn't join him.

Uriel didn't believe in God's plan. He thought that God had abandoned the angels, that he had vanished completely.

These are the kind of rumors that spread rampant throughout Heaven. They must be true; angels don't lie. You just wish that they aren't.

"Do you think it's true?" You ask Joan, another one of your elder sisters.

The two of you sit on a bench at Davis Park in Springfield, Illinois in the fall of 1974. This is the heaven of Riley Lasner, a little boy who died in a car accident shortly after his 9th birthday. You and Joan come here often to talk.

"It has to be." Joan replies, watching a yellow leaf fall from the branch of a tree. "You know that."

"But, what if Uriel was right?" You scrunch up your nose at the mere thought, turning to face her. "What if God really is gone? None of us have ever even seen him. And what's happening to the humans down on Earth-"

Joan snaps her head in your direction. "What are you saying?" She presses, anger picking up in her voice. "This is meant to be a test for us. God is trying to weed out the disloyal. If you are naive enough to believe the words of an angel who has been compromised by demons then I'll have you imprisoned before you can think about rebelling."

You let out a huff of breath as she turns back to the falling leaves. "I would never rebel. I'm just worried." You were telling the truth. Joan and the other angels had been watching out for you all of your life. They kept you safe in heaven, untainted by the corrupt world below.

Joan spins back to you with a look of obvious pity strewn across her face. "Have faith, Y/N." She advises before disappearing.

You sigh as you turn back to watch Riley Lasner slip down the metal slide of the small playground. His mother sits at a picnic table not too far away, sticking a candle into the top of a cupcake.

The sound of flapping wings breaks your gaze away from the scene. You are expecting to see Joan reappear, but find yourself staring into the eyes of an elder brother.

"Castiel." You mutter sternly, trying to hide your surprise. Almost all of the angels in the garrison know that Castiel has been changing ever since everyone was granted permission to go back down to Earth. He had always been stoic, even for an angel. Something about his presence now seems warmer, more human.

"Hello, Y/N." He smiles like you had just talked to him the other day, but it's exactly the opposite. You had not seen each other or spoken for a few centuries.

"Is something wrong?" You question, ignoring the initial awkwardness. The strange air about him is almost palpable.

"I need you to follow me. I can't tell you why. Not right now. Not here." Castiel whispers, leaving you with blown back hair and a furrowed brow.

You glance side to side and examine the area. Surely no one is watching you. What could be so important anyways?

After staring longingly over at Riley Lasner and his mother celebrating for a few moments, you flap your wings and take off, trying to catch up with Castiel. Flying is the only form of transportation you use. Angels are such fast flyers that to anyone who is still, it appears as though they vanished. Being in flight is a completely different experience. You can see everything going on around you, but it isn't like slow motion. You move at incredible speeds, arriving at your destination in seconds.

Your furrowed brow remains when you land next to Castiel in a dark alley in Portland.

"Castiel, wh-" you stop talking after feeling the smooth edge of an angel blade pushed up against your throat. Castiel stands a few feet in front of you, looking at the ground uncomfortably.

A look of pure disbelief washes over your face, but is soon replaced with anger. Could Castiel be working with demons too? It didn't make sense.

"What is this?" You spit, fire filling your eyes. "You must be just like Uriel. Are you going to kill me?"

"No." Castiel shakes his head, motioning for the person behind you to put away the blade. "My friend here is just jumpy, that's all."

As soon as the blade is taken away from your throat you turn around and shove the guy into the brick wall of a nearby building.

"Y/N!" Castiel shouts as you hold your arm to the man's throat. You raise your hand, about to kill the demon, when you realize that this is no demon. Every angel in heaven knows who this was. It's Dean Winchester.

You lower your hand back to your side and glare at him. "Don't threaten me." You warn.

You back away from Dean, letting him regain his composure. "What do you want?" You demand, moving your gaze to Castiel.

"We need your help," Castiel replies, "to find God."

"How could I be of any help to you, Castiel?" You inquire, confused. "I'm of no higher rank. I've never seen God."

"We've spoken to Raphael. You know of the prophecy, right?" Castiel explains. "It is foretold that God will make a special angel. An angel curious enough to suspect authority, but obedient enough to respect it. Gentle enough to care for the most undeserving, but strong enough to rule heaven when need be. Brave enough to fight, but humble enough to keep pride from corrupting their power. More deserving than any of God's sons, even Michael."

"I always thought that was you." You admit, shaking your head. "You're the one that loves the humans so much, not me. I-I'm not even close to worthy enough."

"Raphael gave us your name. We know he wasn't lying." Castiel nods.

"Angels can't lie." You state, looking at the ground in disbelief.

"Actually, they can." The Winchester smirks. "We just happen to know that he wasn't."

"And what makes you two think that I know where God is?" You inquire, walking towards them.

"Well, we didnt expect you to be a God detector, but we were hoping you might have some ideas." Dean shrugs his shoulders. "We're kinda low on options here."

You turn away from them, looking at the ground. "If you're saying that you need to find God, you're saying that he's not in heaven."

Dean groans. "Look lady, we've already been through this! God's MIA and you're wasting you're time if you think anything else."

Your head whips around and I step even closer to the Winchester, ignoring his personal space. "Don't pretend like you never put your father on some kind of pedestal. Sorry if I'm finding this hard to believe," you growl.

"Y/N," Castiel warns. You step back, holding your glare on Dean. He smirks.

"Raphael was wrong. And I'm not being humble, I'm being realistic." You exclaim. And with that, you take off.

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