Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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×Angie POV×

I braced myself for a kind of pain so deep that it could destroy all of the cells inside my body but the all-consuming wave just never came.

Instead, I was on the ground, counting if I still had all my fingers and in panic, feeling over my stomach and my face. Dean was there right by my side, pulling me into his arms but I just kept shaking my head.

He was staring at me, mildly terrified and I knew I wasn't breathing but he didn't seem to either.
"I'm fine. I must've crossed over in the last second.", I reassured Dean even though I didn't even believe myself.
If I got out, maybe Raphael could too?

Castiel tossed me a sidelong glance, furrowing his brows as if he was thinking the exact same thing. I looked back up at Raphael: even the archangel seemed to be confused for a second before he got back his composure.

"Angelia Suduca.", Raphael greeted me and for the first time, there was emotion in his voice, although I couldn't quite place which ones. Before I got the chance to ask how he recognized me, someone else took lead of the conversation.

"Where is he?", Castiel asked his question while Dean and I got back on our feet.
The archangel was trapped, that much was for sure. The flames rose high and didn't seem to burn out anytime soon. This was the entire reason we were here: We had to know where God was.

It was maybe the only being in the entire universe that could end the fight between Lucifer and Michael. We had to avoid the final battle or else it would leave the world as we knew it in ashes.

"God?", Raphael echoed in disbelief, as if the possibility that this was the reason we trapped him didn't even cross his mind. "Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead. There's no other explanation. He's gone for good."

"You're lying.", I heard Castiel say. He might stand there completely still and unemotional, just like he was wired to, just like he was trained to but I knew this was cutting him deep.

God was the center for the angels. Their boss, their creator, their everything.

"Am I? Do you remember the 20th century? You think the 21st is going to be any better? You think God would have let any of this happen if he were alive?
God left no instructions and a world to run.", Raphael explained slowly but there was hurt bleeding through his words: He felt abandoned too.

"So Daddy ran away and disappeared. Didn't happen to work for the post office, did he?", Dean joked.

"This is funny to you? You're living in a godless universe.", Raphael remarked, not appreciating Deans attempt to lighten the mood.

Dean and I exchanged a look.
We've talked about this before, about our beliefs. Before the ritual Dean had told me that he had trust in Castiel, which was the main reason why he agreed to search for God.

But deep down, Dean and I were on the same page: Better to have no God than a God who just didn't care.

"And? What, you and the other kids just decide to throw an apocalypse while he's gone?", Dean mocked.
He was right. The angels were acting like toddlers throwing a tantrum because they missed their nap time.

Just because they were bored they couldn't just endanger all of humanity.

"We're tired. We just want it to be over. We just want paradise. And whatever we want, we get.", Raphael promised. It would be easy to believe him but I couldn't loose my hope just because he seemed pretty confident.

The window of our motel crashed, letting in all the wind from outside. I could feel Raphaels magic circling around the motel and I instinctively thickened the invisible wall around me, realizing that Dean was standing with me in my protection shield.