Divine Water [Dean Winchester x Fem!Percy Jackson x Castiel]

0|Genesis

You know, I've been here for a very long time. And I remember many things. I remember being at a shoreline with a brother, watching a little gray fish heave itself up on the beach, and him saying, "Big plans for that fish, they told me. It would be easier if we step on that fish." 

I remember the Tower of Babel, all 37 feet of it, which I suppose was impressive at the time. And when it fell, they howled "divine wrath". But come on, dried dung can only be stacked so high.

I remember Cain and Abel. David and Goliath. Sodom and Gomorrah. 

And of course, I remember the most remarkable event - remarkable because it never came to pass. It was averted by a few young mortals, an old drunk, and a fallen angel. The grand story. And we ripped up the ending, and the rules, and destiny, leaving nothing but freedom and choice. Which is all well and good, except... well, what if I've made the wrong choice? How am I supposed to know? But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you a story. Let me tell you everything.

My name is Ithuriel, and I'm an angel of the Lord. And the only reason I'm telling this story is because I'm the only one who knows all of it and the possibilities don't point towards me changing the story according to myself. Also because the Void asked and you do what the Void asks.

I was created in...well, it was before you humans had come up with a time-keeping system. Long before. Time could probably be measured as the Time Lords already existed but that is not of much concern. The first thing I remember—and I remember everything—on the occasion of my creation was seeing this brilliant, white light. Shortly after, I became aware of the faces of my siblings, all upturned in awe at the luminance. I was one of countless brothers and sisters, and we all bathed in the glow of our beloved Father. He took care of us, and we flocked behind him like sheep. I looked up to Him, as did we all, and joyfully followed his commands with unquestioning loyalty. I never saw His face myself—that was strictly limited to the Archangels—but I was happy. We all were, in our never-ending pocket of paradise, Heaven. It was everything we knew, everything we wanted...

Until things began changing. Heaven was not enough. There were whispers from among the Arches that Father was planning something. Something called "Man".

And somehow, deep inside, I knew that from then on things will never be the same. 

Some people have said that this is a story about two brothers, but it's not, not just about them at least. In truth it's a story about family, and as a wise man once said; family don't end in blood.

I could tell you that the story starts when a cruel and capricious god locked away his sister, or when two angels, two brothers fought each other. I suppose we could start this story in Lawrence Kansas, but let's skip ahead a bit, shall we? And then see how it connects to the past.

Before I begin, you must first understand that before an angel obtains a suitable human vessel, he or she or mostly they are, basically, a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent. But this is in the beginning, before the idea of humans, of Earth, was even conceived. We existed as beings of pure energy; beautiful, powerful, perfect only under our Father. We spoke entirely in Enochian, the language before all languages, unintelligible and even deadly to a typical human.

However, to simplify things, I'll translate our language to the best of my abilities, as well as give my race a more corporeal visage, for you to better understand what I am about to tell you...

But to understand everything, you need to be open to everything. Humans have long since forgotten that they have the ability to create the divine, that they did create us. And it is also true that there are many pantheons in this universe and the others and that they strive to coexist peacefully. And fail...miserably.