Supernatural Imagines 2

{61} Archangels

Requested By: AstraeaCsarinaFreya

Imagine: The reader is the 5th archangel and during the apocalyptic war, Raphael, Gabriel, Castiel and the Winchesters ask her to convince Lucifer and Michael to stop fighting because they know Lucifer and Michael care deeply about her.

You smiled to yourself as you looked up towards the clear sky. It was a warm day but a slight breeze blew making for perfect weather. You shifted your gaze down in front of you, taking in the view of the trees that surrounded you. They were large pine trees that provided the perfect coverage and shade without blocking the view of the sky. You continued to shift your gaze down to the grass and the flowers underneath you. The many different colors you saw amazed you. Earth. So many angels took it for granted. Hated it. But, in your opinion, it was one of God's most amazing creations.

You took one more deep breath before heading back inside your small cabin. You came down to earth a few months ago when talk about Lucifer being sprung from the cage was going around Heaven. You hated the idea of the apocalypse. You were the fifth archangel, created alongside Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Lucifer himself. When the five of you were created, everything was peaceful in Heaven. There was no fighting, no rebellion, no Hell. You were the last one created -- the "baby" of the family. So, naturally, everyone adored you. And you adored all four of your brothers equally back.

You were always close to them. Michael taught you how to fight with his sword. Gabriel showed you the wonders of Heaven. Lucifer, the mischievous one, showed you how to have fun. And Raphael showed you how to fix things when you always accidentally hurt or broke something while you were having fun with Lucifer. You loved the way it was in Heaven. Then, God created humans.

Personally, you loved humans. You liked the idea of being able to care for something else that wasn't an angel. You liked the idea of being able to help them and you thought the way they were created was fascinating. The way they could feel certain emotions that you never could feel intrigued you. For a while, things went okay. But then, God instructed all angels to worship humans. No angel understood why but agreed to do it as they believed it was part of his Divine Plan.

But there were a few who disagreed with God's decision and the leader of this group was none other than your brother Lucifer. Lucifer refused to bow down before anything that wasn't God himself, explaining that he loved God too much to worship him in the same way. When God found out about this, he ordered Michael to cast Lucifer and those angels who followed him down.

You were the one who warned Lucifer to forget about his rebellion. You begged him to stop because you were concerned about your brother's safety. You were scared of losing him. He was noticeably upset at the way you felt, wanting to agree to make you feel better. But he stayed true to what he believed and when Michael led his army, Raphael stood beside him along with the other angels of Heaven and the battle ensued.

You stayed on the sidelines during the battle, trying to beg both of your brothers to stop, but neither of them listened. Eventually, it was your brother Gabriel who pulled you away from the battle and took you to another part in Heaven. You both were equally upset. You didn't understand how your brothers could betray each other. You thought you were all closer than that. But, you were wrong.

You hid in Heaven since that fight only making your appearance known in the most dire of situations. But when rumours began to spread around Heaven about the Winchesters and Lucifer being sprung from his cage, you went down to Earth. You knew angels would be looking for you, so you went into hiding. You didn't want any part of it.

You enjoyed your time on Earth, learning the secrets that different things held. Learning about the way mankind had evolved since you last dared to come down to Earth, around the time of King David. So you remained in hiding and had no plans of making your presence known. Unfortunately, fate had different plans.