A/N: Yeah, I donno. I'm doing writing exercises. Why Supernatural? No idea. No idea, really. I kinda enjoy it. But I'm only like halfway through, so yeah. This is kind of an elsewhere fic. Or, at least, it will mostly be that with a lot of overlap. Okey dokey! Here we go!

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Let me tell you all about me, May. My name is Ellariel. I am an Angel of the Lord. I need your help.

A tear slid from the girl's face. She sat up painfully in bed. "Okay, okay," she said, finally answering me, "I'm listening. What do you need from me?"

I need your body. You can be my vessel. And together, we will do God's work.

The girl wiped away more tears. "Sounds like a bad deal. I give up everything to you and I'm gone forever.

Not…entirely gone. You will see everything that happens. But you will never come back.

"Again, sounds like a bad deal…" she sighed, "For anyone else. But for me…Well, I guess that's not too bad." Her head turn to look at the machine next to her, beeping as her heart beat. "Any idea how long I've got, Ellariel?"

I stayed silent for a second. I didn't know exactly, but human life seemed short to me anyways. I wanted to answer her honestly, but I just didn't know how to. Not as long as you should have.

"No shit," she said, almost laughing, almost crying. "Will you be able to hear me if you…take over my body."

If I want to.

"Will you?"

I will try.

"Okay, but can you do one more thing for me before…before I let you have me?"

Yes. I will try.

"Will you protect my friends? Jayce Bright, Fire Connors, and Rowena Lockwood?"

I can do that. But my interests cannot conflict.

"That's not very reassuring."

I only wish to be honest with you, May.

"Alright, then. I'm ready. You can have me," May Smith smiled lightly and closed her eyes. She had always been a pious girl, a good girl, too. She prayed every day after she learned that she was sick. And I had come to answer her prayers, although, not in the way she had hoped, I'm sure.

I touched her chest, above the breast that they hadn't removed in a desperate attempt to save her. Before I took her, I was going to restore her. I now wish I could say that it was to make her stop hurting for the last few moments of her freedom, but it wasn't because of that at all. I wanted a vessel that was strong and healthy. I did it because it was logical. Then I let myself in, closing my own eyes, too. I listened to the beeping of the machine. It became more and more rapid, frantic, even. The girl gasped and I felt my own lungs expand in a short, quick burst. My own hand went from calm and gentle to clenched around the fabric of the hospital bed, and I involuntarily reached for the metal bedframe with my other hand. It wasn't even a second before I was in control again. The beeping died down and when I opened my eyes, I could see through her eyes. I stretched my wings and looked around the room, and then down at my vessel.

My first order of business was finding some clothes for her. Even I knew that a hospital gown would stand out.