Deanna Winchester Has Been Saved (A SPN Oneshot)

Deanna Winchester Has Been Saved

Michelle sat at the base of their Mother's throne and watched as all of the angels in Heaven gathered before them. The Seraphs stood before each of the garrisons, wings spread high and proud while the remaining soldiers stood, backs stiff, wings pressed into the center of their spines. Raphiel was nowhere to be seen and Michelle could hardly blame her, this had been their oversight. It was their mistake. How many angels would die in Hell for what they failed to see? This had been the inevitable from the moment Michelle woke, from the moment Deanna sold her Spirit, yet it had taken a month for someone to realize that Deanna was dead? Their intel had said five years, not one, and now they were in a panic to get their forces sieging on Hell before Deanna broke.

"At ease." Michelle spoke loudly across the armies of Heaven, not that it made a difference in their posture. They were all rigid, on edge, prepared for the battle they knew was coming. The Seraphs all acknowledged her from the front of their garrisons and Michelle spotted Castiel among the crowds of angels, not yet a Seraph but not far below being worthy of that rank. Just a bit more time... or a single move. Michelle trusted Castiel among the ranks of all of the angels in Heaven. Unlike the other angels, Michelle had directly interacted with her. Michelle knew Castiel just as Castiel knew her. There were things Castiel knew about her that no one else knew, except possibly Raphiel who was professional at keeping secrets.

"Brothers, sisters, I have called upon you all now for the first time in thousands of years. I ask for you to listen and to hear my words clearly. As of ten minutes ago Earth time we have learned of a plot to free your eldest brother from The Cage. We are late, and we are crunched for time. We cannot allow this to occur. Lucifer cannot be freed. I wish to make this clear to you, as long as I can prevent it I will not kill my brother. I do not want to kill him, not any more than any of you would willingly take arms against each other or myself. With this information on the table, I am giving one single order. You are to retrieve Deanna Winchester from Hell. This battle will not be pleasant, it will not be clean. There will be death on both sides, brothers and sisters will fall, but you cannot let this deter you. You will rescue my True Vessel, Deanna Winchester, from Hell before she breaks. You must save her before she breaks or The First Seal breaks. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am." Came the united voice of all of Heaven and she felt a strange sickness in her gut at that. This wasn't going to be a simple task for them, and she knew it, but she couldn't join them because she couldn't afford dying before Lucifer was freed. For a long time she'd been asleep, and now she was wide awake and her heart ached with what was at risk.

"One final order." Michelle met Castiel's gaze across the thousands of angels, words strong and firm above them all. "No one may touch my Vessel's Spirit but Castiel. Is that clear?"

A look of astonishment came from the silent Seraphs as well as Castiel while the other angels responded with a firm, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Now file out. Break through Hell. Find her." 'Wait a moment, Castiel. I wish to speak to you before you go.'

"Yes, ma'am." Then the soldiers were filing out of Heaven, one by one, until Ariah's garrison was the only one left.

"I am going to speak with Castiel." She spoke to the Seraph leading Castiel's garrison before waving a hand and shifting the scene around them, melting it to her bedroom, the most private place in all of Heaven.

"Michelle, why would you choose me?" Castiel asked, stiff and clearly afraid. Not that Michelle really blamed her. Situations like this weren't something that angels were used to, and being singled out by an Archangel generally terrified low rank angels, even one like Castiel who had been favored in the past.