Angels Fall (A Supernatural Fanfiction) [[ON HOLD]]

Prologue

"Metatron. You don't have to do this!" Castiel says. He is strapped to the white chair in Naomi's office in heaven. Metatron is standing above him, looking down, smiling.

I can't believe I trusted this abomination.

"Oh. But I do." He says and puts his hand on the other angel's forehead. He pins his head against the back of the chair, Angel blade in left hand.

The angel blade slits the angel's throat, and Metatron smiles even brighter as the blue glowing grace makes its way into the tube in his hand.
"Do me a favor, Castiel. Live your life. Marry somebody--woman or man--I won't judge, have children. Be happy. And when you die and come to heaven, tell me your story. Tell me what it was like to go from angel of the lord to cockroach in the soil. I would love to hear it."

"No! NO! NOOO!!!" Castiel yells, voice breaking.

There's a bright light and then Castiel falls into a pile of leaves, freshly fallen from the tree he lays under. He groans and pulls himself up. He stumbles back down, a pain in his leg.

"Dammit." He says and sits down on a rock. "DAMMIT!" He throws himself on the ground, hitting and throwing everything in his reach. He curls himself into a ball. He failed heaven. He failed Dean Winchester. He failed earth. He holds his broken leg in his arms and cries until no more tears come out.

He raises himself off the ground and hobbles through the forest, leaning on the trees as he goes, as to not put too much weight on his injured leg.

He makes it out of the thickness of the trees and into a clearing. The stars shine especially bright. "It's beautiful." He says, admiring the gorgeous sight and purity of the stars above him. His smile turns quickly into a frown as he notices the stars streak downwards. That's when he realizes that those aren't stars he sees, but his brothers and sisters. Falling.

"No. No. No. No. No. No." He shakes his head. "No it can't be." He feels the tears come again and prays to his father for forgiveness.

Dean puts Sam's arm around his shoulder, hand on his waist to keep him standing, and leads him out of the church doors. His brother stumbles down the steps. He picks him back up and leans him against baby.

"You okay, Sammy?" He asks his brother, and puts his hands on his brother's face, inspecting every inch of it.

He looked like a corpse. Like he's already dead.

"CAS!" He yells. When there isn't an answer or trenchcoat-wearing Angel by his side he screams again. Fury in his voice. "CASTIEL!"

Where is the damn angel?

He handed his brother some water, and tried not to look worried.

Sam nods. "I'm--fine, Dean."

Dean nods with him. And pats his cheek, happy he was at least able to talk.

He sat beside his brother and took a sip of he water. The stars looked especially bright in the sky, odd for the mood of the evening.

The stars start to move downwards, towards the ground. "DEAN!" Sam yells. "What is happening?"

Dean shakes his head. "I--" he keeps shaking his head, speechless.

As the falling balls of light come closer, Dean's able to make out a figure; bright, orangish-yellow flames in the shape of curled wings.

"The--the Angels." He utters, taking a deep breath of air into his burning lungs. "--they're falling."

One of the winged creatures plunges into the lake. The rest--the thousands of others--are scattered everywhere, falling from their home and into a world that will not welcome them with loving arms because nobody believes they truly exist.

It's a cruel world on earth for an angel.

And it's even crueler if your being hunted by them.