Lighting attacked the night sky around him, each bright bolt like a dagger striking its enemy, each blow more loud and fatal to it enemies. His wet black suit coat clinging to his muscles, he brushed his blond hair from his stone grey eyes, flicking small raindrops to the muddied ground.
“God, I'm unsure as to why you want me here.” Destiel admitted, eyes closed, he bowed his head as he took a deep whiff of the crisp air around him, breathing in the smell of rain.
“Comfort him, and have him return to his human.” Gods voice boomed with the thunder, powerful yet gentle at the same time.
“Yes God. Is that all?” The angel trembled, fearful for asking him so many questions.
“Do not tell him that the Angel of Death is still with the living.” He spoke thunder crackling loudly with each word.
Destiel lifted his head and flew to the angel’s side, inwardly laughing at how shocked the angel looked.
“Who are you?” Ruben snarled, his hooded bloodshot eyes narrowing into almost thin slits, his black curled hair dripping wet with rain.
“Destiel.” He replied, extending his hand, not surprised when the other angel only glared at it.
“Are you one of them?” Ruben barked with the thunder, “Are you one of the angels that killed my friend?” His wings flaring out behind him, his spiking anger turning rain from warm to icy cold, nearly freezing nearby campers who were unprepared for such a sudden change of weather.
“No, but I need you to calm down.” Destiel calmly explained, placing a hand on the base of Rubens wing, a common gesture between angels.
“I could never help him.” Ruben sobbed; rain beat down harder, disguising his tears with cool raindrops.”You don’t know how many times I wanted to shake him till all of his pain and bitterness fell away and he realized there was more to life than sulking about his dead girlfriend.”
“I couldn’t help him and I couldn’t save him!” He cried, burying his face in his hands, his wings curled protectively around his shivering body.
Destiel remembered hearing something about an angel falling in love with a human and what happened after she was murdered, he shook the thought away, focusing on comforting the angel who was slumped on the ground, sobs racking his body.
“We cant control life, but we can control how we react to it.” Destiel cooed, stroking the angel’s soaking wet wings, "Now its time for you to return to Hailey."
"Okay." Ruben quietly sighed before taking flight in the rain to go back to his human.
Destiel sighed in relief, running his hand through his damp blond hair, for a second he thought the angel wouldn't listen, in his existence he hadn't seen an angel grieve so fiercely over anothers death.
"They had a very strong bond, strong as I have seen. That is why Ruben must not know that Colt is alive." Gods voice rumbled.
Destiel nodded his head in agreement, before flying to a nearby campground to heal some very shocked campers.
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"Hailey?" I cautiously knocked on the rotting bedroom door, being careful enough not to knock it down with the light force of my palm pressing against it.
"Hailey," I knocked again," Im sorry I left, I was thinking clearly, its just Ive never lost someone who I truely cared about before." I sighed.
"Just please," I begged, placing my head against the door, watching waterdroplets fall from my hair and splat on the old wooden floor leaving a heartshaped waterstain behind, "Please just talk to me."
Ignoring my knowlage of women I opened the door without premistion, my worry over the silence overwhelming.
I stood frozen in horror.
The bed was overturned, stained torn sheets and blankets littering the floor, the glass glinted brightly against the pale moonlight that shone in through the cracks in the walls. She was gone.
I numbly walked to the nightstand, the only thing that was left standing upright. I was barely aware of my own actions as I picked up a small sheet of paper that was left on the nightstand.
It was a letter.
Dearest Ruben,
You may not remember us but your friend Colt surely would, that is if he were alive of course. I would say sorry for your loss but then I would be lying. Anyways, we are the demons responsable for killing Colts loved one, and soon we will be responsable for killing yours aswell. The funny thing is she doesnt even know you lover her! Comical isnt it! We hope we havent caused you too much trouble.
See you in Hell sweetheart.
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Lets play dead (On Hold)
Mystery / ThrillerDemons are known for manipulating things, twisting things to make them bend until they break and shatter. You would hope that angels wouldn't act the same as the demons. Unfortunately in this case that's exactly what the do.
