Hello!
I love watching supernatural and I love reading the amazing fan fiction stories too so I thought I'd take a break from writing for other shows and have a go at this instead. I wasn't sure what to write at first but after a sleepless night of watching season 5 episodes I thought I would make my supernatural fanfic debut with a little story about Castiel. In the book I got for Christmas it said that Angel's were celestial beings of light and energy and were huge so I've taken that in mind and this is the result. I'm quite nervous about it and I really hope I do well because I do have a soft spot for the trench coat wearing Angel! Please let me know what you think!
Em-J
Disclaimer: Emma-Jeanie does not own supernatural!
Beam:
The process starts, as usual, with a beam of light. An orb of pure white, conjured from a star that is slowly moulded into the shape of an infant. The shape is small and the light isn't as bright as it could be, however it will eventually become brighter and much more impressive, growing to the size of the highest sky scraper yet to be built below on earth.
The light is pure and new, ready to be finished by it's creator. He takes pride in all of his creations. He hasn't done this for a while, not since creating the humans a few years go, however the star he used had been in the corner of his eye, willing him to create one more. The light is lovingly filled with warmth and grace. Two small yet beautiful orbs of bright blue find themselves placed somewhere near the top, the human equivalent of irises. The orbs are the brightest any creation has ever been blessed with. This creation is important. This creation is the last of it's kind. It has to be the most special.
The last thing the light is given is the most important. More important and unique than the grace which is considered special by the light's older siblings. Two shapes form either side of the body, large and magnificent, softer than any cloud in the sky. Usually these shapes are turned white or gold, however these particular shapes are the darkest there will ever be. Pitch black with faint swirls of navy, a hint of purple can be detected in the light. Beautiful and unique. Perfection in the eye's of it's creator. He really has saved the best till last.
With a gentle touch, the grace begins to glow like a beacon and the little fledgling's path begins.
Castiel is born.
So there it is! My first attempt at supernatural fan fiction. Please let me know what you think and thank you so much for reading J
