Defying Gravity (Book One: Supernatural fanfic)

Defying Gravity (It's the Great Big Pumpkin, Sam Winchester)

I had been around for a while.

I remembered many things.

I remembered the start of time.

The birth of mankind.

Mostly the evolution of mankind.

The murders, the lives, the stories, the violence, the wars, the peaces, the hate, the love, the loyalties, the betrayals, the conquers, the failures, the fear, the relief, the ignorance, the bliss...

I remembered everything.

And I knew that all of it would come to an end soon.

Because that was what my superiors wanted.

I was an Angel of the Lord, and if there wasn't order and control, if I didn't obey...

That would mean that I could be put to death.

I didn't want to be put to death, but I also didn't want the world to end.

So I wouldn't allow anyone to know what I thought.

Some Angels thought humans as no more than the dirt that they didn't walk on.

There were others, however, that admired what they had come to, even the bad moments that it had.

I was one.

But it didn't matter as long as the Archangels wanted all of it to end so that there could be "peace on Earth".

A demon named Lilith was breaking 66 of the hundreds of Seals that it took to release Lucifer from his cage down in the fiery pits of Hell down below. If that happened, he would destroy the world and leave it in blood and darkness to spite our father.

Michael was to face against him, kill him, to create peace, but in the process, thousands, millions, billions of people would die.

And us Angels had no choice but to go along with the Archangels' plan.

A good friend of mine, especially in combat, Castiel, was even the job to rescue Dean Winchester from Hell, as he was the one to break the first Seal, and Michael wanted him to be his vessel.

Lucifer wanted his brother Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood, who was drinking demon blood to enhance his psychic powers to exorcise demons, to be his.

But, now, Castiel, Uriel and I had to face the Winchester brothers and keep the truth from them, on the night of Halloween, in a town where a witch was trying to resurrect the demon Samhain, one of the 66 Seals, waiting for them in a dingy motel room.

Castiel stood in the middle of the room.

Uriel stood next to the window, looking outside, his back turned to us.

I stood nearby the wall and a bedside table.

Sam and Dean walked in.

Sam saw us, immediately drawing his gun, walking forward defensively. "Who are you?"

Dean tried to stop Sam from shooting. "Sam! Sam, wait! It's Castiel." Dean put his hand on Sam's gun, lowering it. Sam stood stunned. "The Angel." Dean looked from Uriel to me. "Them, I don't know."

Sam looked at Castiel in wonder, slowly starting to smile.

"Hello, Sam," Castiel told him.

"Oh, my God," Sam told him. "Er, uh, I didn't mean to-Sorry. It's an honor, really. I-I've heard a lot about you."

Sam stepped forward, holding his hand toward Castiel.

Dean closed the door.

Castiel looked at Sam's hand in confusion.