A/n: This story starts from Season 5 episode 8 - Changing channels. After the confrontation of Gabriel and Winchesters. Selaphiel is an archangel in Eastern Orthodox tradition, and in traditional folk Catholicism. I don't mean to hurt anyone's feeling if I wrote something wrong.
I'm little nervous, this is my first one.
Prayer Of God
Chapter 1: Dead or Alive.
Sister, I need help.
I wasn't one to be shocked easily, only three things had shocked me in the past, but hearing the prayers from my brother was what made me rush out of the coffee shop like I was on fire and teleport as soon as I reached the corner.
I opened my eyes and they widened when I saw the scene in front of me.
Three men were standing with their back to me looking at my brother who was surrounded by the fire.
Two human, one angel but no one had an angel blade for the attack. They were just talking, simply having a conversation.
A laugh bubbled out of my mouth before I could stop myself, alerting everyone of my presence, but I didn't care. It was amusing to see my brother trapped inside the burning circle of holy oil. I hadn't laughed this hard since years.
When I got my breath in control, I clapped appreciating the win the three men got on him which made my brother roll his eyes at me.
"Well well, look how the mighty Gabriel has fallen," I mocked clutching my heart, my cheeks hurting from the wide smile on my face. He just huffed and glared at me, his eyes shouting 'little help here'.
I shook my head, watching from the corner of my eyes as the humans were startled and turned around with shock on their face that soon changed into a stance of defense. They were ready to attack me if I did something against them, but I didn't care.
"You prayed," I said moving forward looking directly at the Gabriel, "I mean, you actually prayed for the first time in your life and to the little old me."
His hazel eyes were glaring daggers at me, his right foot tapping loudly on the ground as his patience thinned .Even though his vessel was small and thin, he looked quite threatening but it didn't deter me. I was no stranger to his behavior; I had been with him for centuries. He looked angry, a little too much, even more so frustrated like he wanted to jump out of the circle and never come back here again. As if he had just fought some huge emotional war.
"C'mon, little sister," he mocked back which made me narrow my eyes at me.
Now you have done it. Nope not helping, "I popped the p word and turned my back on him facing the others and folded my hands behind my back like the waitress of an uptown restaurant."Welcome to Gabriel's warehouse everyone, today's special is a deep fried archangel or you can have him raw if you like."
Even though he tried, I caught the small smile on the lips of the one with dark green jacket, the shorter human, even though he was above six feet, before he blanked his face. I knew who he was.
"Dean Winchester," I called. His green eyes narrowed as his name left my mouth, his hand twitching towards the pocket of his jacket where he usually might have kept his gun, to hurt me if I seemed like a threat. "The Dean Winchester – the righteous man."
If he had any doubt about me, it was clear to him now that I was an angel. Only angels called him with that name, the righteous one. I was sure if he had a gun, I would have a bullet in my head. I shrugged and turned to the taller one.
"Sam Winchester – the one who was tricked to start the apocalypse," I stated, his rigid stance relaxed a little when he heard the 'tricked' word.
I wasn't playing, it was truth. The falling of righteous man, the vessel of Lucifer killing the first demon was all a conspiracy of Angel and Demons.
They wanted this to happen, for brothers to fight and kill one another.
Joy.
A smile spread on my face when I turned to the last one. Even though his vessel was handsome, the soul or the true form of the angel was same, maybe even more beautiful than the last time I saw him.
Freewill suited him.
"Castiel."
The blue eyes were gazing at me in disbelief, awe and a little bit of fear were pouring out of them.
"Stop staring at the baby and help your big brother."
My eyes snapped to him, irritation filling me. I wanted to leave him for at least a year inside that circle right now, let him suffer there inside but I knew I would have to free him in few minutes.
"Who are you?" the question came from the eldest Winchester but it was Castiel who answered.
"Selaphiel."
I smiled on hearing the familiarity in his voice, the one that said he remembered who I was. The warning that should be present in angel's voice was absent.
"The archangel." questioned the tallest one.
"Yup, that's me but I would prefer if you could call me Sera. It's shorter and better than the full name," I answered, nodding my head.
"Who?" Dean Winchester snapped at me, his face scrunched in confusion.
"Dean…" Sam hissed at him, and looked at me apologetically. I smiled and shook my head.
"The angel of prayer," he answered his brother who looked at me incredulously, a little bit of mistrust lingering in his gaze that told me he didn't like me.
"I am the angel who listens to the prayers of all – humans, angels, you name it." I snapped my fingers and shrugged. "Don't worry I won't tell Samuel here about how much you pray."
There was a pause in which Sam tried to stifle a laugh while Dean looked at me. I smirked as I observed his gaze on me, looking me up and down before he opened his mouth again.
"I thought Gabriel was the only archangel that was supposed to be female," he asked in too innocent voice with a glint of humor in his eyes.
I heard a cry of 'hey' from my brother but chuckled on hearing the question.
"Oh he is!" I chuckled. "Don't get fooled by the vessel, inside that body is the soul of a sweet little girl who is in love with sweets and lollipops," I joked and this time he did smile.
"Funny ha ha!" Gabe snarled at me and I just smirked.
"You're alive," Castiel said looking at me and I sighed.
"I am."
"But..." he spluttered, the behavior seemed so weird on him. "They said you were dead. I thought you were dead…." He titled his head, this made me smile. This was familiar. Switzerland Castiel.
"It was you... I thought I was hallucinating, but I wasn't. You helped me against Raphael, you saved Chuck."
Winchesters looked shocked.
I nodded, happiness filling me. "I tried to help. Any chance to screw with the asshole, I am ready."I replied gleefully. This surprised Winchesters once again, "but I can call him that he's like my evil brother or maybe step-brother like Cinderella."
"Cinderella," Castiel questioned and everyone looked at him as if he was idiot.
"Would it kill you to watch a movie or read a book? … Don't answer that," I stopped him knowing what he would say.
I sighed and shook my head, "They were misinformed that I was dead. Gabe helped me, he saved me," I moved closer carefully not wanting Winchester to attack me. "Uriel thought he was some kind of a hero, killing me. Hah! That got him kicked down from the lead. Apparently I was supposed to be captured and then tortured." I hissed and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that wasn't the case anymore."Gabe used his illusions and Uriel killed the fake-me which wiped me off the cop radar. I have been living here since then."
I smiled. "Now I know why father made it. This place is amazing. Freewill is a gift of god and one should appreciate it."
"Saved you?" Dean asked curiously catching my words.
"Yup, apparently I was hunted by my brothers and sisters because they thought I was the one who made the big old daddy leave the heaven," I said, remembering the betrayal and the anger that I felt when I had heard about the blame they were putting on me. My family hating me for something I hadn't done.
Metatron and I.
What a great family!
"You - " Dean cried, pointing at me, "you are the reason God is on vacation."
"No, I am not," I snapped at him who took a step back. "Dad was gone, we were leaderless. Someone had to be blamed, so they put it on me."I was boiling with anger and raised my hand up in frustration." I was the one who received the prayers and conveyed to god about human's needs. They thought it was something I said that made him leave."
I realized I was pacing and stopped and breathed out calming myself.
"Everyone took it as a duty to help humans, they were ordered to help humans. I was the only one who wanted, who cared…" I turned to Winchesters and looked at them, "not because I was told, because I wanted to. I was made this way - the compassion, the love but others thought of it as my weakness."
I chuckled darkly, my eyes glaring at the ground. "I was never taken seriously by others. I was weak according to them, because I liked Earth, humans, because I wanted to help. I wasn't the protector of a prophet like Raphael, or a great warrior like Michael, or a messenger like Gabriel. I was just Selaphiel, the archangel who sympathized, who felt the pain of the humans, who just listened to their prayers and tried to help humans whom they thought of as worthless being."
When my eyes lifted to look at the Winchesters, I saw them staring at me bewildered.
"I didn't choose a side – Michael or Lucifer, neither. I just wanted them to stop fighting, I didn't want any destruction. I didn't want anyone to die. I just want this to stop."
No one said anything the only sound was crackling sound of the fire. I shook my head at Gabriel when he tried to open his mouth, surely to tell me I wasn't weak.
But I was done.
"You can go."
I said looking at three of them. Winchesters looked like they wanted to get out of here while Castiel gazed at me, his eyes telling me that he was wanted to say something but he resisted tightening his hands into fists trying to stop himself.
"We're out of here," I watched as Dean and Sam Winchester moved towards the exit, Castiel followed behind them. Dean stopped in front of the fire alarm and broke the mirror with a punch and pulled it roughly.
"Don't say I never did anything for you," Dean shouted looking at Gabriel who glared angrily at him.
"This is because we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record … This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family!"
I watched them as they left, water sprinkling down on Gabe, the fire around him dimming.
I felt his words were not just for Gabe, it included me.
"Dean's right, you know. I hope his words could change your thinking even though mine didn't," I whispered, looking at him with hope that he would do something about this whole mess.
I knew that if they needed help in future then I wanted to be there to save them.
A/n: I hope you liked it. Please take a moment to leave a review and let me know what you think. Thanks.
