Wherever The Mind May Roam

8 ~ In Love With a Different You

Over Angel Radio, I listen closely to my commands. Raise Dean Winchester from perdition. It can't be that hard. Just... swoop down, rescue this man from Hell, and the rest is up to Father. I take the first step and I exit Heaven.

In seconds, I'm in Hell, searching for this Dean Winchester. It doesn't take long. He's chained up, limbs in every direction, hooks digging deep into his skin, blood crusting over his skin, soaking his shirt. His face is wet with tears as he cries for help.

–

Before I know it, I'm being summoned. Searching, I realize it's the Winchester and another man. Father never told me anything about this, but humans cannot bear my true form, and he's already denied my true voice.

It doesn't take long to find a vessel. Jimmy Novak. He's been praying, hoping one day he'll be useful to the angel's, that he'll never have to burn in the depths of Hell. I open my eyes - Jimmy's eyes - and rise from the couch. A young girl brings her knees to her chest in front of the television screen.

"Are you going somewhere, Daddy?" She asks. I don't respond. I find the front door and I exit. A lady - the young girl's mother, I assume - runs into the kitchen, confused. She mouths something, but I turn my back. I descend down the porch stairs and the little girl calls after me, "Daddy!"

I slowly turn around to look at her. The woman is standing behind her. "I'm not your father."

The woman gasps and pulls the girl back. I disappear.

I find myself outside of a barn. It's thundering, raining heavily, yet I remain dry. The barn doors fly open at my will, but the surge of power causes the balls of light to implode, and mostly everything goes dark. But there, in the middle, unmistakably stands the Winchester. Him and the man, both point a rifle at me. They fire, again and again, tearing through Jimmy Novak's clothing.

Still, Jimmy is alive. He struggles, but he cannot get free. I need him right now. They lower their guns, and when I'm closer, ready to begin reasoning, Winchester drives a blade into my chest. I heal Jimmy quickly, sealing the wound as I pull it out of my shoulder, and let it fall to the ground.

His little friend comes at me but with two fingers to his forehead, he passes out. The Winchester looks at me. "What are you?"

"I'm an angel of the Lord."

–

I'm not sure what happened. I'm not sure how we got here, but after defying three direct orders from Father telling me to get back to Heaven, to serve In The Sky, and leave this man behind, I find myself telling him no.

Dean sits on the bench beside me. He goes on about adventures, things that happened in his past that he is now sharing with me. Of course, I already know every little thing he's been through, but I will not tell him that. Not when he is this far into this story, this timeline of his life from birth to present, this book he is so passionately reading, chapter after chapter.

A book I've already read.

I do not intervene. He tells it all so calmly, every struggle, every issue, every story about this man, this... John. Something inside me feels as if it's on fire. Every time this man is mentioned, I feel... rage. He reminds me much of my own father, who hasn't been the kindest in these years.

I don't know how long it's been. But Dean moves from his elbows-on-his-knees position and rests back on the wooden bench. He looks out at the park, the empty area, with a creaky swing that sways in the wind and butterflies that float around, chasing after one another. "And now, here we are," he says. He turns his head a little, but he's smiling.

After everything. He's smiling.

I find myself smiling back.