Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #82: Wings

This imagine is dedicated to spunsugar_

It's kinda short and for that I'm sorry, loves.

Imagine: In this one, you are Castiel's sister and an angel as well as him. (SPOILER) After Metatron takes his grace and uses it to ground all the angels, you find yourself looking to him for help.

Age: 16

You are a fairly new angel, very human-like and afraid.

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The stars look so much more beautiful as you fall.

They did to me at least.

Surrounded in wisps of glowing flame, my wings were burnt away as I fell. Thousands of feet above the earth, I twisted and turned and tried to get them beating again, and in my scramble, my eyes found the stars.

And they were beautiful.

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I pried my eyes open, blinking dirt from them as I tried to sit up.

And there was pain. Angels didn't know pain, I didn't know pain before now. I groaned as I sat up, pushing up out of the grass and standing.

The silence that greeted me was terrifying. Normally there was the buzz of angel radio, and there was never true silence. But now, there was nothing.

"Cas?" I called quietly, listening for angel radio, my voice becoming frantic when I was unable to pick it up, "Castiel! Brother, help me!"

I continued to scream for another few minutes before I realized that if I couldn't hear angel radio, he couldn't hear me.

I found my way to a gas station and locked myself in the bathroom, peeling off my jacket and shirt and turning around in the mirror.

Two grimacing, ugly burn marks in the shape of wings branded me beneath my bra, and my eyes watered as I stared at them.

"My wings," I breathed, "No."

I felt through my pockets and eventually found my cellphone, a recent thing I'd invested in thanks to my friendship with the Winchesters.

I opened it and called Cas. It rang a few times before he picked up.

"Y/n?" He answered, and I bit my lip to fight tears.

"Cas, my wings are gone. Where are you?" I cried.

"My wings are gone too. This is my fault." He replied, his voice somber.

"Your fault?"

"Metatron took some of my grace and made a spell. All of the angels are flightless." He said.

"Cas," I breathed, closing my eyes, "Where are you, brother?"

"I'll find you."

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"Is this what being human feels like?" I wondered aloud to myself as I padded along an empty road, hands stuffed in my pockets and jacket bundled close to hide the bruises and scrapes from my fall, "Walking? It sucks."

"Y/n!" I froze, my eyes slowly leaving the ground before me and rising up, landing on the face of my trench-coated brother as he walked toward me briskly.

"Cas?" I mumbled, picking up pace as my hands left my pockets and I sprinted toward my brother, "oh God, Cas!"

He stopped and opened his arms slightly , stepped back with a grunt as I thudded into them, crying softly.

"Cas, my wings, I lost my wings." I sobbed, arms around his neck. One of his hand came up to rest against the back of my head while the other wrapped about my torso, holding me tightly as Cas breathed a shaky sigh.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered, his voice breaking as squeezed me tighter, "I'm so sorry."

"What do we do?" I asked, pulling away and holding his crying face in my hands.

     "We live." He said, his voice so broken,  "We live as humans."

     "Wherever you go, I'll follow," I said, giving him a smile I knew he couldn't resist, "So lead the way."