Jaded: SPN Fan Fiction

Family Loyalty

She was literally hours old, how was it these were the experiences of her life thus far? Loss, grief, abandonment. Were she a normal child she'd be oblivious, or dead. But Celeste Morningstar was no normal child. She didn't get to be a child at all. She was an arch angel, the second to ever be made since the dawn of creation, and the only one born, not created in the same time frame.

Celeste was born a warrior, with full knowledge of what she was capable of. Her gestational period was brief, but her connection to her parents was strong. Her parents were fiercely protective of her. Prior to her birth, her father educated her on the angelic side of her family. Her grandfather was behind all of creation, but he was, as dad said, a dick. In the beginning there was he and Eden, one of the most wonderful beings to ever exist, Celeste's grandmother. But she died trying to save her father, according to her father. There were four arch angels, her father being the second eldest, and the only one still alive. Her mother had lived most of her life a lesser being, a human, but had been changed into an arch angel.

This was the knowledge Celeste was born with. That and she had a brother, a Nephilim, even stronger than an arch angel. She'd spoken to him; they were bonded already, and she loved him. He was the one to tell her she couldn't be a child, that the world wasn't safe for them. Nephilim were hunted, considered an abomination. Her father had explained, abomination is a subjective term, many viewed Lucifer himself as abomination. Her loyalty was to her family.

Unlike her, being half human, her brother would be more childlike, learning, not sure of his power. He would undoubtedly be an adult, like she was, but would require guidance and protection. She was the older of the siblings, and in the absence of her parents, the responsibility was hers.

The night before, as Celeste wept over the fallen body of Castiel, she'd been swept away by an energy source injuring her and rendering her unconscious. When she woke it was morning, her brother was gone. She reached out to him, he was frightened and contained somewhere. She'd been walking a stretch of road along a coastline. A dick he may be, but she enjoyed the beauty of her grandfather's creation.

She spotted a building off the side of the road, with white cars and lights on the top. She could feel her brother's fear, pulsating off of it. She walked down the hill and entered the building. She spotted only humans and one angel.

Her father had warned her, the angels would come for her brother. One of the humans had her contained with an angel blade to her throat.

"You" he growled as his eyes landed on Celeste.

"The fledgling" the angel gasped, "so beautiful, precious".

"You've come for my brother" she asked?

"We want to take him back with us" she nodded. "And you".

"You want to enslave us" she nodded. "You forget I wasn't born with the human naivete my brother was. I am pureblood".

"Can't be too pure" she scoffed at her. "Why do I want to take you on the desk over there"?

"I suppose being an angel mate is in my lineage" Celeste nodded. "Unlike my mother, I am completely aware of my mate".

"We all are sweetie" she snapped, "and he's dead".

Celeste's blood boiled as she looked at the angel. Her eyes were glowing, and her jaw was clenched. The angel laughed at her pain, but she cut it short with a snap of her fingers smiting her.

The three humans looked at her in surprise as she walked towards the door at the back of the room, knowing her brother was on the other side.

"Hey" the man snapped at her pointing a gun. "You're not going in there".