spn smut ? but not the whole time yk

𖤐Prologue𖤐

The boy's head hit the ground and he felt it throb. His heartbeat quickened and he looked up. The glint against the metal weapon adorned in every Angel's hand frightened him. How had they found his family? Why were they hurting them? Those were his parents. The toddler's eyes sparked a deep red. He felt feverish. He was upset. 
His father was being held back by his elbows. Luthius was hollering incoherent words and trying to get to the child's mother.
The boy watched as the Angels began beating his father. They punched him and that knocked him back a step. Then they shoved him and he stumbled forward. Straight into one of their blades. He screamed and gripped hold of the Angel's arm. His whole face lit up. When they pulled back, he went limp and hit the ground. "Papa! Mama!"
He outstretched his arm and tried crawling his way over to his mother. She was struggling to get away from the group of Angels. One stepped in front of her with a blade that looked different from the others. It was longer. Sharper. The Angel gripped his mother's shoulder and stabbed the machete through her abdomen. The boy cries out. His mother sees. She shakes her head. He pipes down real fast. 
Until he saw the Angel draw back the knife and swing it at his mother. She tried screaming. But was cut short as the weapon sliced across her neck. Blood. Blood was everywhere. On the ground, on the Angels, in the air. The child heard a thump. And searched the ground for the noise. His little eyes turned to saucers when he found the source of the sound. His mother's head sat in the leaves. Staring at him. He squealed and covered his head. Praying she'd stop looking. Hoping when he peeked out, he wouldn't see her face. 
"Hey. Lookie what we got here, Omiel." An Angel whispered tauntingly and kicked the boy's side gently. He looked up from his arms and goes to scramble away. "Hey, where you going little fella?" The Angel grabbed for his blade and without much thought, stabbed it through the small boy's back. The child cried out. "Ow, ow!" The Angels crouched down. "Aw. Are you stuck there?"
"Hurts!" The small boy yelped. He was young. Too young to speak full sentences. And they were hurting him. What had he done? 
Tears were streaming down his face and the pain had traveled down his back. The Angels were now poking their blades at his arms, back, legs, and face. One of them cut a sliver right under his eye. And his chin. He turned his head away and sobbed. "Stop!" He pleaded. They laughed and stood. Done with their fun. "Have fun in Hell, monster." The toddler was now breathing heavily. And began clawing at the dirt to get away from them. It annoyed the Angels. So one of them swung their leg back and kicked him in the head. 

Everything went dark. 

'This was short and we're really trying here but writer's block is catching up to us and we don't know how much we're going to be getting out for you guys, so bear with us please'

'mwah, shnookems'





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