Castiel's Secret

Chapter 32

It was a perfect figure of a man.

Bright green eyes, were gleaming with life and a smile so sly that it had the young little angel's wings of his fluttering with curiosity.

"What do you think, little one?" The voice of his father had asked with pre amusement as he gently petted the young angel's head. However, the young angel had not answered, but instead clinged to the edge of the white painted wooden table and stared at the human figure standing 10 inches tall on his father's desk.

His father had laughed and picked the child up, and seated him on his lap as he brought the figure closer to the little angel. "It's a gift for you, little one." He spoke to him as he watched the silent child gaze at the life-like figure in his hold.

"For me?" The little angel spoke, not even sparing a glance up at his father.

"Soon, he will come to be and you will meet him. He will be a precious friend to you," The father spoke as he pressed his hand against the younger's forehead. A gleam of light shone for a moment, before it faded as the memories of the future sprung into the little one's mind.

It was true, they will be good friends. Far more than that, they would be like family despite the cruel obstacle his dear friend's life would face.

"Cassie, there you are!" Another voice yelled in relief from behind them, "I thought I told you to stay with Uriel. Eh? What's that you're holding?" The elder angel asked as he looked at the mud monkey resting in the little one's hand. It was a figure of a friend, and one look at him had realization dawning on him.

"Ah..." The elder said taking the little one into his arms. "Come, we should let father work." Despite his words being met with silence, the little one had not protested in being switched into his brother's hands. However, when the figure was taken from him there was a slight protest.

"Do not worry, you will meet soon enough," The father spoke in promise, which seemed enough to ease the little one who was being carried away.

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"Michael and Lucifer have just fallen and father pulls this trick?!" One said in disgust. They had just won the war, and naturally peace was expected. However, that was not what their father had in mind at all. His plans of bringing both Lucifer and Michael back to life was preposterous.

"A nephilim... all because of this nephilim."

Faith had gathered several of their brothers and sisters, all those who were against their father's brilliant idea of bringing back Lucifer and Michael. Among those, was the arch angel Gabriel, who had stood in this side of the argument.

Bringing back Michael was one thing, but bringing back Lucifer was chaotic. Heaven and Earth had suffered enough destruction because of their feud. Heaven, was easily restored but Earth was in a slow process of restoration. One that could not be rushed nor aided in. If those two returned, there was sure to be nothing left restoring on the planet his father had considered 'his greatest creation'.

"We must not let this come to be."

"No we shall not let it come to be," Gabriel had said.

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"Something isn't right...Something isn't right," Gabriel had said before it faded under the sea of words of curiosity filling that room for those few seconds.
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They should have listened to Gabriel, but now they had no idea what had happened. One minute, they were being reunited with their loved ones and the next the ground beneath them had started trembling and opening up, breaking and shifting beneath their feet. A large cloud of white had blinded them as the roof above their heads collapsed and screams faded.

"Sam..." Gabriel had let out as he thrashed the bolder of the pillar off his body. "Sam!" Gabriel had cried out more desperately as he got up to look around at the ruins. The dreadful feeling of despair was quickly growing within him the longer his call went unanswered.

The thick cloud was still trying to settle upon the ruins that was once the bunker. The rays of sun breaking through the fog like knifes in brief seconds, to show them that there was nothing left of what the safe house use to be.

There was no one in sight, just piles upon piles of ruined cement and brick.

"Sam!" Gabriel had called out desperately once more.

However, this time a loud thunder rang from behind him making him turn. When it came again, he listened more carefully. It was not thunder, but the metal of a blade crashing into another.