Supernatural: Perdition

Chapter 3

When the nine strokes on the clock had stopped Raphael had appeared in the room. He wanted Faith out of the White Room and in Heaven.

"The traveling from one place to another is your first power. Angels have the power to aparate from one place to another. I want you to concentrate on swiftness. Think about the place you want to go."

She was immediately confused, "Where are we going?"

"Why, Heaven of course!"

She replied instantly, "But I don't even know what Heaven looks like."

Raphael looked up at the ceiling and sighed, "Heaven isn't just one big place. It's made up of every soul's Heaven. One hundred billion souls' Heavens make up the Heaven that you think of. So now I want you to think of what your mother would love to relive over and over again." The statement hit her like a blow to her face. She hadn't thought about her mother since her and Dean went to go get Sam from Stanford.

"How am I supposed to know? She died when I was three. I hardly remember her, but how she loved me and my brothers. And that she used to listen to old rock music..." Then it hit her; her mother had always listened to Bon Jovi when she was cleaning the house. It was always Wanted Dead or Alive or Livin' On A Prayer. "She always listened to Bon Jovi when she was cleaning the house. I think she would want to go to a Bon Jovi concert."

Raphael nodded his head, "All right, just imagine your mother and a concert stage with Bon Jovi on it singing your mother's favorite song."

She closed her eyes and started to think when he interrupted her, "it's better if you open your eyes when you do it." She nodded and began to focus on a crack in the wall. She thought of her mother, long blonde hair with jeans on and a t-shirt. She started to focus on swiftness as Raphael had told her. Then she felt it, something was stirring in her body and she couldn't control it.

Don't lose focus, she thought to herself. And then it happened she was standing in front of a Bon Jovi concert stage with yellow and purple lights flashing. Wanted Dead Or Alive was playing and standing in front of Faith, was her mother.

Raphael had just appeared next to her when she asked, "Can I talk to her?"

"Of course."

She walked up behind her and put her hand on her shoulder, "Mom."

Mary turned around and gasped, "Faith, oh my goodness. You've grown up so much." They hugged for a long time before Mary pushed her back and said, "Wait, if you're here then that must mean that..."

Faith knew where this was headed; she stopped her mother before it could get worse, "No, Mom. Ok, this might be a little hard to take in, but you have to trust me. I'm an angel. Twenty six years ago, an angel named Castiel came into my nursery and gave me something; angel blood, essence, and grace. Raphael is teaching me how to develop my powers since they've been dormant for some time. The first power was aparating so I came here." Mary didn't look surprised. Something was off, "Why aren't you surprised Mom?"

Mary looked down at her feet and said, "I figured it would happen. When Dean was born, I was visited by Castiel in the hospital. He said that the fate of the world rested in your hands. He needed to drop by my house on the first night you came home from the hospital. And I let him in." This left Faith in a state of shock. Her mother had known what she was ever since she was born and she never told her, never told anyone.

"Why didn't you tell Dad about this? Maybe if he had known, I would have been better equipped when Azazel came for me," she screamed.

"Because I was trying to protect you! Your father didn't know about hunting until after I died. I was a hunter. I was raised one, but I quit after I had Dean. This wasn't a life I wanted for you and your brothers." Faith understood.

Raphael had walked out of the shadows and put his hand on her shoulder, "Faith, it's time we moved on." She nodded.

Faith hugged her mother one last time, "I love you, Faith. I always will whether you're a human or an angel. Watch out for Dean and Sammy and tell them that I love them." Faith nodded and suddenly she was back in the White Room.

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It was noon and Dean had expected Faith to be back by now. He was pacing in the library with Sam, who was on his laptop researching.

"What are you even researching?" Dean asked.

"Angels. I want to know what to expect when Faith gets here."

Sam kept scrolling through the Google results as Dean sat across from him, "What do you mean? She'll be the same. She'll just be coordinated differently. Besides, it's Faith we're talking about. She's not just gonna cleanse us to death or something." Sam shook his head and continued researching. Bobby and John had gone down to the panic room to stock up just in case the demons get in the house. John was wondering to himself as he was passing salt to Bobby, why would Castiel's superiors want to talk to her? She's just a girl. When they had finished, the room was filled with salt, holy water, herbs, a fireplace, guns, and all of Bobby's books. They walked upstairs, but stopped in the middle.

Bobby turned to face John, "John, don't do anything stupid tonight."

He turned his head, "What do you mean?"

"Don't throw yourself to demons if Faith doesn't show. You won't be any good to her dead."

John sighed, "Thanks Bobby." He nodded and continued up the stairs. They joined Sam and Dean in the library. Every one of them was thinking the same thing; where was Faith? Would she be different? When will she be here? Was Castiel lying? 8:00 passed and they were preparing for the battle that would be raging very soon.

"So I take it Faith won't be joining us," Bobby stated.

Dean was the first to answer, "We still have four hours. She'll be here." Every one of them hoped Dean was right.

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Since seeing her mother, Faith was excelling at her powers. She had been given an angel blade to protect her. Everything had seemed easy to her except for the healing. She really had to concentrate for that, but there were too many things going on in her mind. As soon as her training was over, she would leave and go home. She knew how to aparate. She knew where she was going; it was just a matter of time. She was just finishing healing a bird when Raphael became tense. He looked around the room and started to walk around.

"What's wrong, Raphael?"

He was walking the perimeter of the room, "its Alastair. He's here."

"Who's Alastair?"

He grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her toward a wall, "He's one of Lilith's first children along with Azazel. He's incredibly powerful and wants any angel he can get his hands on. He's the Torturer of Hell." Just then, Raphael was seized back, slamming into the other wall. He struggled to stand up and when he did, his vessel caught on fire. He disappeared leaving nothing but a hint of smoke in the air. Suddenly a big bash sounded near the west wall. She looked and saw a skinny, pale man with grey hair.

When he spoke he had sounded like he was congested, "Well, isn't it my lucky day! Smoked an archangel and captured the one responsible for my brother's death." Faith turned to aparate back home, but something was stopping her. She turned to see Alastair's bloody hand in the air, balled into a fist. "I'm old sweetheart. I know what makes angels tick." And with that Faith felt herself aparate with Alastair out of the room.