Meeting My Angel

7

Five minutes later I'm still just staring in horror. No angel has ever had metal wings. Whenever even just one wing burns completely, that angel is dead. Five of mine were burnt and I lived. I should be tremendously relieved. And it's not like the new wings were ugly. They were a silvery metal, one I couldn't place a name on, and looked exactly as my old wings did. It was exquisite craftsmanship. They would function, not even slow me down at all and be a definite plus in battles. Less sensitive areas. I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that my wings were gone. Burnt away. It's not like when a human gets in a bad crash and wakes up without a leg or an arm. Wings are infinitely more important than that. Maybe it would help me calm down if I knew where I was.

I glanced around but there was no door or even window in sight. So I blew up the wall. I was in the dungeon. Prison. Whatever. But I was in a cell. The guard wasn't even paying attention. I reached out with my Grace and pulled her up against the bars.

"If you want to live, let me out." I had helped create these cells. It would take a dying angel or a key to get me out of here. The guard seemed to realize this and handed me the key. Once I was out she lead me to where the weapons of prisoners, past and present were. All that was there was my blade and two normal blades. I took them all. I'm most sure why, but as I was leaving, I whipped around and shoved my blade through her stomach. I wiped the blood off on her shirt and continued on my way up to Michael, testing out the new wings. Anyone who got in my way ended up dead. They must've messed with my head. Made me more of a soldier than a helpful angel. I greeted Michael with a smirk and his face was filled with shock.

" I assume you already know about my visit with Lucy." He nodded.

" And the fact that I'm not on his side. " he gulped and nodded again.

" Well the same goes for you. Got it?" I left before he could nod again. Halfway down to Earth I realized just how much of a plus the metal wings were. I stopped in midair as I added up the pros and cons.

Reluctantly, I teleported up to the hospital place that I still couldn't remember the name of. I put a smirk on my face and call out

"Hello. I've come for an upgrade."

******

I land with a bang in Bobby's front yard. Cas is first to come out, Dean and Sam right behind him. I concentrate so all three can see my new, shiny wings. Castiel asks,

"Is that possible?"

"Not at all." He frowns, then teleports off somewhere. Dean guesses,

"So those are new?"

"Obviously."

" Right. What happened to your real wings?"

"Five of then were burnt off and then replaced. I was coming back when I realized what a plus metal wings are."

" True. Less area to be attacked, they can function as weapons and so on."

"Exactly. So. Do we have a plan yet?"

"Sam does."

The door opened and I saw that Bobby was in a wheelchair.