Okay, this is a re-vamp of this fic since I didn't like it the way it was originally so I've decided to improve it. I've used a biblical reference that most do not acknowledge – most of the Bible bashers at least. I hope that you like it since I have a thing for playing games with Religion... must be the Catholic in me.
Anyway, enjoy.
KaseyKC
The Blindness of the Human Heart, the Light of Eternal Grace
Prologue
And he said, "Whoever discovers the interpretation of these sayings will not taste death." - The Gospel of St. Thomas.
The way the story goes in the Bible is that God created the world in seven days. Well, technically speaking it would six days and one for him to sit back and relax with a beer on the Sunday watching his world as it began to grow on its own. Now, if you're a hardcore Catholic then you most likely will know the order of the creation of the world.
On the first day the Lord created the light and its separation from darkness; how he did this is beyond what is explained in the Bible for any and all religions.
On the second day the Lord created the separation between the sky and the oceans, which basically means the horizon line.
On the third day He created the land by separating it from the oceans, the spreading of plants and grass and trees across the lands. This made the land look alive with life but not with movement.
On the fourth day the Lord God created the sun, moon and stars in the sky to twinkle and to shine down upon the planet Earth. An ethereal beauty that would fascinate all for millennia to come.
On the fifth day of creation the Lord God created the animals for the sea and the birds for the sky. To populate the oceans and to make noise in the skies.
On the sixth and last day of the true creation the Lord God created the animals for the land and his greatest feat, according to us, humanity. He moulded them from the dirt of the earth and gave to them his gift; the Holy Spirit within their shells, a soul that would be forever eternal. He gave to them another gift, that no other creature had, which was free will.
And then, on the last day of the Biblical creation the Lord God rested and surveyed his creations.
The world existed and Heaven was there, with Angels of the Lord given the great task of protecting mankind, of caring for it and obeying. And one Angel disobeyed and started a war and was cast from the paradise of Heaven to live out eternity in the land it created called Hell.
The Morning Star was not one to be underestimated by any rate and those who did not expect the unexpected soon realised that the snake who tempted Eve was more deadly and dangerous because it told the truth...
A Gospel that is denied by the Roman Catholic Church is what would speak of a greater truth for it would be the one thing that would help to save them all, if only they realised that it was denied because it was more truthful than anything ever conceived by the blindness of man.
A chance encounter. A brief war. Defeated enemies. A hollow victor. Who really was the winner of this war?
The room looked as though it had had a small war take place within it. The walls were burnt charcoal black in places and had holes in them the size of a head. A battle had been fought, that much could be seen with a mere cast of an eye but if you looked closely you would see that these holes and these burns were not created by any weapon devised by man, but by something far, far more powerful and deadly. By a rebellious being with love in its heart and fire in its soul.
The figure who wore the face of Anna stood next to Castiel and watched as he slowly rose to his feet, his trench-coat bloodied, his face cut up, bruised and slightly swollen. He looked awful. More like a mortal being than an Immortal Angel of the Lord.
The false-Anna looked at him worriedly for he had yet to speak a word to her. This Angel who held many questions would not normally stay silent for any reason except maybe his Lord.
"Castiel?" The false-Anna questioned the trench-coat wearing man beside her, "Are you severely injured?"
The silent Castiel still did not speak, nor did he move. In fact he showed no acknowledgement of her presence let alone her question. She did not exist to him in any way, shape or form and that was what terrified her more than any knew.
This, naturally, worried the false-Anna even more so. She was not what she appeared to be and was most definitely out of her depth and so she didn't know what to do. She was a powerful being who didn't know what to do with an unresponsive, catatonic Angel. She didn't know whether to continue trying to gain the Angel Castiel's attention or to perform some sort of spell or find someone to help her. She couldn't go to the Angels... no, Castiel was not wanted by them and she doubted they would listen to her for she wore the face of a rebeller.
The Angel Castiel was oblivious to her internal worrying and indecision. He stood beside her with his trench-coat bloodied and rumpled, his hair damp in places where blood was causing it to stick and matt together and standing up as though he was electrified in others. And all he did was stare blankly at the space before him. His green eyes unfocused, as though her were a thousand miles away.
He simply stared.
He stared into nothing.
He saw nothing.
The world around him was a dark abyss.
He was lost to her and that scared the false-Anna more than the blood and bruises upon his body. She needs help. She needs...
Dean opened the door to the dinghy motel that he and Sam were staying at for the time they were hunting in a small town in Arkansas near Herber Springs. He didn't bother remembering the name, they wouldn't be there long enough for him to bother remembering this place with its low-standard cleaning and the crazy receptionist who looked like he'd missed a date with the men in white coats. He was closing the door with Sam standing next to him, sporting a couple of new bruises and cuts on his face, when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He sighed inwardly, that usually signalled...
"Anna!" Dean jumped a mile when the red-headed Angel literally appeared next to him and Sam; he wasn't expecting her to show up... maybe Cas, but not her.
Now, he really wasn't in the mood for this Angel crap, he wanted to check Sam over to make sure he really was as fine as he said he was, grab a shower, a beer and burger and maybe find some hot girl in the bar down the road.
"What are you doing here Anna?" Sam asked, getting over his initial shock at the Angels appearance fairly quick. He felt his side twinge slightly as he moved over, closer to Anna, but he didn't let it show on his face, the last thing he needed was for an Angel of the Lord to see him looking more pathetic and weaker than they probably already thought he was.
Anna must have noticed though since she looked at him with a questioning gaze. He shook his head minutely at her, so she answered his question putting her initial worry for Sam to the back of her mind.
"Castiel," she answered looking worried. Afraid even, "I do not know what is wrong with him."
"Where is he?" Dean asked quietly his voice dropping to that gruff tone it took whenever he was angry or worried about someone he cared for. His mind was already conjuring up some dark, dark things. Things he hoped hadn't happened to Cas. 'God! I'd hunt down every demon if one of them did anything to Cas!'
"Take my hand," Anna ordered, in a tone that bore no argument from the two Winchester boys. They looked at each other and grasped Anna's outstretched hands, disappearing the moment they did so... like magic.
Literally.
"That is a weird way to travel," Dean muttered as he tried to get his bearing back. He always felt disorientated and confused whenever one of the Angels took the Angelic highway, he preferred his Impala but he guessed that would take too long to get to here... where ever here was. He just hoped he wouldn't be having any problems with his bowels this time around.
"Where's Cas, Anna?" Sam asked, he didn't care in the slightest for the partially spinning room around him, nor for his aching side – which, it seemed, had gotten worse because of the Angelic highway – but he ignored it all, Cas was way, way more important.
"He is over here," Anna answered, walking over to a steel door, which had several Enochian protection symbols burned into it. She seemed hesitant to open the door, maybe she was afraid of what she would see once she did, Sam didn't know and to be honest he didn't really care, all he wanted was to find out if Cas was alright... or if he wasn't.
"Is that to keep him in or something out?" Sam whispered, feeling like he should not speak loudly in this place, as he nodded pointedly at the symbols with a raised eyebrow.
"Both," Anna replied, taking a deep breath before grasping the handle and turning it, opening the door to reveal darkness...
"Castiel?" the false-Anna queried, her voice soft and gentle, belying the intense worry and fear she felt inside her, "Castiel, please talk to me!"
Her voice echoed around the room and sounded tinny. There was no response to Anna's plea. Only more silence.
"Why's it so dark?" Dean mumbled pulling out a small flashlight from his pocket, just as Sam did the same. They switched them both on and shone them into the darkness of the room. The two bright but narrow beams cut into the darkness like train tracks in the countryside.
"Cas?" Dean called out, his voice echoing slightly, "Cas, you in there buddy?"
"Jesus! Cas!" Dean exclaimed as both he and Sam dived through the door over to the trench-coat wearing body lying on the floor – unmoving.
"Cas! Can you hear me man!?" Dean cried as he and Sam rolled Castiel over onto his back to reveal that Castiel looked as though he just was sleeping or...
"He's breathing Dean!" Sam interjected before Dean's imagination went into overdrive. "He's still alive!"
"Anna... What the hell happened!?" Dean growled his anger starting to get the better of him; he'd already had too many shocks, for one week at least.
"I do not know the whole story Dean but, I felt Castiel calling for help earlier today. He was screaming for help Dean. Screaming," her eyes became watery from unshed tears, she was not meant to be doing this, she was not who they thought her to be, "he was using emotions and images though... an Angel doesn't do that Dean. An Angel's not supposed to do that," the false-Anna looked at Dean, confusion and worry in her eyes, "I came to his aid and found those three over there..." She nodded towards three bodies partially illuminated by the light from the door, "beating Castiel. I exorcised them quickly and when I checked on Castiel to see if he was alright, he did not answer me. He just stood there, staring."
"And I'm guessing that's when you came to get us right?" Sam put in looking up at Anna from where he was sitting besides Castiel.
"Yes," the false-Anna replied, "I had hoped you would be able to help me."
"How exactly?" Dean asked, shining his flashlight on to the demon bodies.
"I do not know," She replied sounding defeated and afraid, "I really do not know Dean Winchester."
TBC...
Okay. Was that better than how it was originally? I would like to know what you think of it anyway but if you read the original please let me know if this one is better or worse okay?
KaseyKC