For a full description of the angel lore I am using for this story, please reference my work "My Angel Lore". It should prevent any confusion about my angels.
April 14, 2014
The sky was rumbling and you could hear the electricity crackling in the atmosphere. If you were within a twenty mile radius of either Richmond, Virginia or Niagara Falls that night, you would have felt the tremors of what felt like an earthquake as a young human female in Virginia found an angel's Grace shoved inside her and bound to her soul while three men appeared out of nowhere and found themselves sitting on the ground by the top of the falls.
"Cas, where are we?" the taller man with shaggy hair asked the shorter man in a trench coat.
"At the top of a waterfall," the man named Cas replied.
"Castiel, we know that. Sam wants to know what state we are in…" the final man said, standing up.
"I believe we are at the top of Niagara Falls in the state of New York, but there are some things wrong with it," Cas, or Castiel, replied.
"Wrong with it," Sam, or the tallest man, prompted.
"Yes. During the apocalypse a couple of these rocky outcroppings broke off and formed a wing-like rock formation at the bottom of the falls, yet they are still in their pre-apocalypse locations," Cas replied, his face one of concentration and slight confusion.
"Cas, you don't think that you brought us to that alternate universe where our life was a TV show." Sam asked, his brother Dean looking over sharply at Castiel as well.
"It is possible, but not what I intended. I was transporting us to Europe where the ground wasn't going to drop out from underneath us, but about halfway there I was pulled a different way. That is why we landed so roughly," Castiel replied before freezing up and staring. Sam turned to look where Castiel was staring, but shook his head and looked at Dean when he saw nothing worrying.
"He is probably on angel radio right now," Dean said with a shrug, checking his gun and the other weapons he had on him as he waited. Sam shrugged and did the same.
The young female groaned and clutched her chest as she sat up in bed, just barely awake. "What is wrong with me… am I dying," she moaned quietly to herself as she bent over double with pain that came simultaneously from the center of her being and her back. As a wave of strange power rushed through her, she groaned, "No, not dying… changing…" Something so basic and primal within her, told her to get on her hands and knees and steel herself against some of the worst pain she had ever encountered. Within seconds of her doing so, it felt like something was shredding the skin on her back as it clawed its way out of her body. All she could do was sob into her pillow as the pain continued and blood dripped down her back and sides to fall on the bed beneath her.
After what felt like hours of constant pain, she felt her back grow heavier as numbness took over, and she lay down. She soon grew uncomfortable from lying on her stomach and flipped over to lay on her side, only to jerk upright as she felt something hit the wall behind her. "It can't be…" she mumbled as she reached over her shoulder to rub in between her shoulder blades. "Wings…" she murmured in shock as her hand ran through the feathers and over the new bones and muscle that came out of her back. "I'm an angel," she mumbled before silently praying for help from whoever heard her.