Supernatural Imagines

Wings Pt 2

You return back to the heaven of Riley Lasner, knowing that you might be able to calm yourself down a bit there. Nothing seems to make sense anymore. If God really is gone, who is giving the orders? It seems hard to believe that any other angel would have the audacity to take on his role.

"Somethig troubling you?" Joan asks. Yoy suck in a sharp breath. You hadn't even noticed that she was sitting next to you on the bench.

"Nothing more than usual." You breathe out, regaining your composure and looking out at the yellow leaves. It's your first lie, and the feeling that runs down your spine after telling it makes you uncomfortable. You know that you need to put all of this nonsense with Castiel out of your mind.

Joan turns to glare at you, but you avoid her eyes. "Why were you with our brother?"

"Wh-What? Brother?" I lie again. It is pretty obvious seeing that you were just been introduced to the concept.

"How dare you lie to me. We have been watching you, Y/N." She growls, standing up. "We know that you were with Castiel and the Winchester."

You stand up too, beginning to back away from her. "What is so special about me?" You choke out. "I'm no different than you or any angel in the garrison."

"Lying again." Joan spits, stepping closer to you. An angel blade falls from her coat sleeve down into her hand. "Castiel told you about the prophecy. About how it is your destiny. Raphael came back and reported the torture he had endured through their hands to get that information."

You back into the large base of an oak tree. "I had nothing to do with that." You explain, trying to think of an escape plan.

"Doesn't matter." Joan mutters. "God is gone, and he didn't leave an istruction manual. So we're making our own rules and picking our own leaders. We're not going to listen to any prophecies that he's foretold."

"You were never my friend, were you?" You scoff at the angel, trying to keep her distracted while you find a way out. "You were just a bodyguard. You were feeding me all these lies to keep me on your side, right? And now that I'm not you want to get rid of me?"

Joan raises her knife above her head, getting into the perfect position to plunge it into your chest. Thinking on your feet, you duck when she drives it down, swinging your left leg into her feet and causing her to fall over. You stand back up and grab the angel blade out of the tree it collided with when Joan missed, turning around to see light potruding from Joan's mouth and eyes. None other than Castiel had shoved an angel blade into her throat. Dean stands behind him, giving you a strange look.

"We must leave. Now." You say quickly, stowing the angel blade in your jacket.

"Where are we going?" Dean asks.

"I need to go to the edge of Heaven." I reply hastily.

"Y/N, I know what-" Castiel starts, but you raise your hand to stop him.

"The angels have me on their radar, Castiel. They were watching us the entire time I was with you. If I don't do this they'll never stop looking for me."

Castiel nods and Dean looks at you in bewilderment. "Where will you land?" Castiel frowns, looking at the ground.

"Kansas City." You answer. "Meet me there."

Castiel lifts his hand and puts it on Dean's shoulder. They vanish.

You flap your wings one last time and fly to one of the outskirt segments of Heaven. It's the heaven of Gertrude Parker, an old Polish woman who died in her sleep.

The memory present right now is a trip she took with her father to a waterfall in Switzerland that is frozen over. You know this place well; in the past you would often come here to look down on the Earth. Joan always talked about how it was such a horrible place, but you never understood why. Over the edge of that waterfall is the way out. It's s one of the few 'back doors' to Heaven.

As you stand on the slick ice near the edge of the waterfall, you reach into your jacket and pull out the angel blade. You watch Gertrude and her father in your peripheral vision, looking at the large waterfall in awe and completely oblivious of your presence.

You bend down on your knees, using an arm to hold onto your right wing while the blade in your left hand. "Father, if you can hear me, if you're there, I'm sorry."

With a quick motion you thrust the blade up, somewhere close to the base of the wing. A searing pain jolts through you, but you pull the blade back down and thrust up again. This time, the force is enough to completely sever the limb.

You scream in agony. The pain is excruciating, but it has to be done. Joan warded your wings in a special way after your creation, a way that allowed the angels to find you. She called it a ceremony, but would shut you down every time you questioned why other angels didn't have the same intricacies in their feathers. Switching the blade to the opposite hand, you grab the other wing.

Another thrust shakes you to the core. You look down at the ice, letting out heavy pants. You hack at your left wing once more, starting to feel numb to the pain. I squeeze your eyes shut and screamed as one last thrust causes the wing to snap off.

"A real shame, Y/N." A voice calls out from behind. You stand and turn to see another angel, Zachariah, standing on the ice about 10 feet away. He is your superior, one of the angels in charge of getting the holy vessels to say yes.

"How so?" You pant, looking down at the severed wings. You hadn't realized how much blood had drained from your body in the process. It runs past your feet to the edge of the waterfall and spills over. Gertrude and her father stare on in awe, completely unaware of the scene before them.

"You could have lived in ignorant bliss if you had stayed away from Castiel. If you didn't know the prophecy was meant for you, you could have continued to be God's faithful servant." Zachariah explains with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. You glare at him. "We were protecting you. Watching over you. Joan was sent to you to keep you in line. But they screwed all of that up. So now you have to be eliminated."

You notice the careful steps that Zachariah begins to take towards you. Clenching the blade in my fist, you turn to face the edge of the falls. "Not today." You whisper before closing your eyes and falling forward.

At first, the wind blowing in your face feels cold, but it soon turns to burning heat as you exit Gertrude's heaven and fall into the atmosphere of Earth. You feel the grace seep out of your soul and part ways as the flames engulf your body.

You curl into a ball, and as the flames burn hotter, everything goes black.

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You wake up in a small crater, feeling a hand underneath your head. "Y/N. You alright?" The voice of the person holding your head questions.

You open your eyes to come face to face with Dean Winchester. "Fine." You lie.

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