Takes place between Seasons 8 & 9 of the well-beloved Supernatural show, starring Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, and Jared Padelecki. A few characters are mine, but the entire franchise belongs to Eric Kripke, Bobby- er, Robert Singer, and all those other folks up in Canada.
Awesome.
Ambriel was falling. Fast.
He was not alone. Despite the high speeds with which he plummeted towards the earth, he could see his fellow angels, shining like fatal meteors towards the ground. His entire celestial body was burning in a way he had never experienced before, and in the back of his mind he swore he could smell the singe of his feathers.
The angel was confused, scared, and hurt. Confused because he didn't know how he went from being in heaven to...this. Scared because he was plummeting like a heavy stone, and didn't know if he would die. Especially with Father gone yet. And hurt because, well...having your entire body be barbecued wasn't exactly the most pleasant of feelings.
Ambriel finally managed to orient himself so that he could see where he was headed towards. It was a wooded area, remote from any human settlements, though he thought he'd seen a house. The only life forms he could sense were the woodland beasts. They would be of no help to him.
Mustering up his quickly draining strength, Ambriel tried to spread his wings out, perhaps slow his descent. It worked, but barely, and certainly not fast enough to prevent a very tragic death. He was going too fast, and his wings were too damaged. What he needed was a vessel.
Natasha trudged through the forest, tears streaming down her face as her hand gripped the 9mm handgun. Her life had been a living Hell these past few months, and she couldn't handle it anymore. Just five months earlier, she'd finally given in to Elliott's begging and worked up the nerve to stand up to her parents. The couple had then ran away together, intent on getting married and starting a life without the constant nagging from their parents.
"Baby, this is going to be so exciting!" Elliott shot a goofy grin at her before returning his eyes to the road. "No more overbearing parents, no more folks trying to tell us how to live our lives...we're free, baby! Free!"
Natasha smiled, his infectious excitement pushing away her worries for the moment. Elliott's optimistic attitude was what'd attracted her in the first place. Of course, his nice looks helped a lot, too.
"You think so?" Her voice was still rather timid. The fight between herself and her parents was still fresh in her mind.
"Nat, I know so. Don't worry, baby." He gave her another grin, this time more heartwarming. "I'll always be around to protect you. I'll take care of you."
Present-day Natasha snorted. Yeah, right. Two months later, Elliott had abandoned her at a gas station, claiming it was unhealthy for him to be tied down at such a young age. More like he didn't want to be tied down to her when he could have that smoking hot bathroom hobo, with her skimpy clothes and overdyed blonde hair. At that point, Nat probably should have called her parents, but pride and fear prevented her. Nat's parents wouldn't have wasted any time with rubbing the mistake she made all over her face, and after this stunt her social life - Hell, life in general - would have been over, if she'd gone back.
"That Elliott is a deadbeat and a slum! He is no good for you, and he's just using you until something better comes along!" Her father's face was beetroot red, and it took all of Natasha's strength not to scurry upstairs to her room. She was 19 years old, for crying out loud! An adult!
"Dad, he's not like that at all! Is it wrong for me to want to be treated like an adult, and be able to make my own decisions?!"
"Yes!" Her parents said in unison. Natasha's eyes began to fill with tears of frustration, and her mother quickly jumped in. "What we mean, sweetheart, is that we just don't think you're ready to make big choices yet. You're too naive-"
"Gee, I wonder why, Mom? It couldn't be because you and Dad decided I was too weak and pathetic to handle the world, could it? Guess what! I'm an adult, not a stupid little girl anymore!" Her parents tried to protest again, but Natasha cut them off. In the back of her mind she knew there was no going back, and that gave her the strength she needed to carry on. "No. I'm done. Elliott was right. You guys think you're protecting me, but the truth is you just want someone to be your slave so you can feel all high and mighty." Throwing her napkin down in disgust, she stood up and walked out of the dining room. Her bag, which she'd placed their after her parents had sat down, was still by the front door. As she reached down to grab it, though, she heard her father's voice from behind.
"Natasha Lynn Carrington, don't you dare walk out on us!"
Feeling particularly bold, she gripped the doorknob and opened it. "Or what?"
Her father took a deep breath. "If you walk out that door, don't you dare come back, you hear me?" Her mother cried out in protest, but he shushed her. "No, Martha, she has to learn that there are consequences for her actions. Considering the amount of betrayal and disrespect she's shown us, Natasha has made it clear she no longer believes in following the path of God - only the devil, and his cursed name."
Natasha turned back, her eyes filled with disbelief and loathing. "Why would I ever want to come back to this hellhole?" With that, she slammed the door and began to call Elliott.
So, yeah, no refuge there. After Elliott had left, Nat floated from town to town, trying and failing to hold a steady job. Something inside her had begun to break, making it difficult to focus. But this latest job termination, followed by the subsequent eviction notice, was the straw that broke this camel's back.
Thus, why she was trudging through the woods all by herself. Not that anyone would miss her, anyway. She was a nobody, just a filthy nobody who wouldn't do anything worth-
Natasha.
The woman stopped, bewildered. For a moment, she thought someone had-
Natasha, my name is Ambriel. I am an angel of the Lord, but I do not have much time.
"Wh-what? Ambriel? What are you talking about?"
Someone has cast all of the angels out of heaven. I do not know why, but we are falling, fast. I can feel your pain, Natasha. I can see all of the self loathing and worthlessness you have.
Natasha looked up at the stars, where she noticed one lone star, shining brighter than the rest. "You...You can?"
Yes, Natasha. I can also see your potential, and I see that you are a good human. But I also know what you are going to do with that weapon, and I ask you to drop it.
For a moment, she loosened her grip, stunned, but then she tightened it again. "You said you were an angel? How do I know that? How do I know you aren't just some crazy voice in my head?"
You will have to trust me. Natasha, I need you. I am falling to the earth, and I am about to die. I need your help to avoid death.
Well, why not. Listening to a crazy voice claiming to be aan angel was probably better than taking her own life, anyway. Wiping at her nose, she asked, "What do you need me to do?"
I need you to let me into your body. It is the only way. Do you trust me?
"Yes, yeah, um, I trust you, crazy angel voice. Come on in." She let out a low, nervous laugh, cutting it short before she became hysterical. As far as she knew, demons never asked permission to possess people. Right?
Assuming they were real, of course.
I am real, I assure you. As are demons, unfortunately.
"RIght, yeah, of course." Another nervous laugh. "Um, will it hurt?"
I...am unsure. This is my first time.
"Oh! Of course!" Nat muttered. "Well, here goes. What are you waiting for?"
This.
All of the sudden, that bright light became much bigger, much faster. A brilliant glow appeared around Natasha, and beams shot out of her eyes and mouth. As her body was filled with the holy presence, she was acutely aware of being thrown back. A blast of energy, like that of a miniature nuclear bomb, exploded away from her in a perfect circle. Before everything went black, though, Natasha heard her voice - both familiar, and different - say, "I am...uncomfortable."