Title: One Hundred Years

Author: Molly

Disclaimer: The Supernatural verse and all its characters belong to the WB/CW and THE creator E. Kripke

Summary: January 23, 2079. It was getting late and Michelle was having a hard time getting the pilgrims to leave. She was worried that he would arrive soon and smite anyone still left in the sanctuary.

Prologue

There were several Memorials dedicated to the Winchesters across the country. The Basilica in South Dakota located on what used to be Singer Salvage was the home abbey of the order. The Basilica was only closed two days out of the year. January 24th and May 2nd.

Michelle had just finished her final walk through. Everyone was gone. She had lit the candles below the portraits and freshly salted all of the windows and exits. As she was locking the front door there was a soft breeze and the flutter of wings. Michelle quickly turned around and saw a dark haired man at the bottom of the steps. He was wearing an old fashioned tan coat and carrying 2 cases of what was labeled whiskey. Michelle was frightened as the man started up the stairs. As he moved closer she was lost for a moment in his deep blue eyes.

"You're running late this evening Sister," Castiel said.

"Yes sir. I'm very sorry sir. The people were hesitant to leave. Many had hoped they would be allowed to stand vigil tonight since it is his 100th birthday tomorrow."

"They are welcome to stand vigil. Anywhere but here," Cas said quietly as he brushed past her and entered the sanctuary. Cas turned to stare at the young novice and nodded his head as if he were agreeing with someone. "You may join me tonight Sister."

Michelle was shocked. In all the years that the Archangel Castiel had been visiting the Basilica no one had ever been allowed to stay. Words failed her so she simply nodded and stepped inside before locking the doors.

Cas was sitting on the marble bench in front of Dean's portrait. He had opened a bottle of whiskey and raised it in salute to Dean before downing half the bottle in one shot. Michelle stood hesitantly behind the angel waiting. For what she didn't know. Cas turned toward her holding out a glass of whiskey and motioned for her to join him on the bench. He felt a need to talk about Dean and Sam and Chuck and Michael and Lucifer. He wanted to remember his friends and allies Dean and Sam. Extraordinary men who faced the task they were given and dealt with it in their own way. Men who were the truest example of bravery and selflessness.

Cas began speaking quietly. He told Michelle of the demons and monsters that the boys had hunted. He talked about Bobby Singer and John Winchester. Michelle knew the stories from the Gospel. And as the hours passed she found herself sitting on the floor at Castiel's feet listening raptly to the tales and lessons he shared about the brothers.

Michelle had lost count of the number of drinks she had and what time it was. She must have fallen asleep at some point because she was dreaming.

She saw Castiel talking with two men. One was tall, with long dark hair and a quick smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. The other man was blonde with the most intensely colored green eyes who looked so very familiar to her. They were both so beautiful that Michelle was sure they must be angels.

As the morning sun shone through the colored glass windows Michelle felt herself being lifted onto a bench that was covered with a soft white blanket. As her eyes fluttered open she looked up into green eyes and a smiling face looking down at her. The 'angel' brushed her hair from her face, and then bent to place a gentle kiss on her check. "Sleep my sweet girl. Grandpa is watching over you always." Then he sighed and said, "I'm sorry but it's time for another Winchester to get messed with. Uncle Sam and Uncle Cas and I will be there to help as much as we can."

When Sister Alisha opened the sanctuary on January 25th she found Michelle asleep on the bench in front of Dean Winchester's portrait. She shook here head disapprovingly. Just like a Winchester. Always breaking the rules as if the rules of man didn't apply to them.

Michelle Winchester left the order that day. She loaded her vehicle with the weapons she had trained with all of her life. She had work to do.

The End? Please let me know if anyone is interested in more.

A/N This has been knocking at my head trying to get out for a while now.

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Molly xxooxxoo