God created her.
He made her the way she was, and He loved every last inch of her. From her wheat colored hair to her stormy blue eyes, to the freckles scattered like a galaxy upon her face. To her tender smile, and her warm hand, and the creamy, peach colored flesh that was so new. He loved everything about her, and He was crazy about her. She was his bright morning star, his whole universe revolved around the tiny creature in his arms. She gurgled and cooed at him, smiling at her father in awe.
He created her skillfully. Took His time with her, but made her flawed.
He had made her human.
It was an accident, really, that he had made her human, and yet, not an accident at all. His adoring smirk as she grew up in the gardens of the Heavens, picking flowers for him and placing them upon his head. She loved him too much, and it killed him that one day, he would have to abandon her for his other creations. For humans. For now, he was enjoying the child's presence, her chubby legs toddling along in the grass, pulling him by the hand; handing him flowers that she knew he loved.
Pain.
That was all he could remember, was the searing pain, the heat pent up in his chest. Where was she? His daughter, his morning star? His bright one? He wasn't greeted by her that day, as he usually was. He was frantically searching for her, looking for his beautifully flawed child. The only child he had ever loved more than humanity itself.
There she was, but she wasn't a child any longer. She had long limbs, and even longer hair, down to her feet. She had grown taller, and more muscular, with a petite frame. Her chest had grown out and so had her hips. The dress she wore only seemed to emphasize that fact. He howled silently to himself, that his little girl wasn't a young girl anymore, but a fiery warrior. She still had the same eyes, and smile, as if they had never left her.
Then it was time.
It was time to save the humans, to save them from everything they had ever done in their lives.
It was time to leave her.
He cried, he cried to the point where he thought he was going to flood the earth again. He didn't want to leave his daughter, the one he had made so long ago, yet so recent. The one with the oceans for eyes and a fire for a smile.
But then he remembered….
She was flawed….the most imperfect perfect creature he had ever laid eyes upon.
She was human, and yet celestial at the same time.
And that was all he needed to get him going, to set him free. To help him let go of all the hurt that he must've felt in those moments.
Then, she fell. For a human.
She didn't mean to fall in love.
It wasn't exactly her fault, but he was irresistible. With his jaded green eyes and dark hair, he was perfect in his own way. His name Tzariel, and he was the chief's son. Words and gestures were traded in for actions. Long talks at the lake became fiery kisses on their virgin lips.
What had become of her? This woman-child that had been thrown into the den of inequity. But she had found something pure, something innocent. Like her and her father's relationship.
He had promised her forever, a marriage ceremony.
But that all changed when she was sentenced to exile.
She screamed for help, calling out for her father in heaven that was nowhere to be found. In agony she was tossed to the earth, like her brother, Lucifer, all for loving humanity more than she loved herself.
Isn't that what God had wanted them to do? To serve and to the love the humans more than they loved themselves?
She wipes the dirt from her face, and the tears flow freely down her bloodied cheeks. Her dress is tattered and stained with blood, her shoulders are sore, and dried. Her wings now weigh her down, not good for anything. She goes to look for him, the one with the jaded green eyes that had captured her heart in all good measure.
The night was dark and there was no moon, just the stars. Then, she saw it, a small fire in a clearing. She had recognized this place, it belonged to Tzariel.
Lilith and Tzariel were sealing a contract when she had walked up, consummating a formal arrangement. She was so heartbroken, and she couldn't stand to look at him. So, she cursed him, and his children, and his grandchildren. He had betrayed her loyalty and trust, and expected her to marry him? He had another thing coming. She watched as Lilith dragged him off to Hell three days after spawning a bloodline. She laughed at his folly, but also wished that she had not chosen him over her brethren.
She wanders the earth, millennium after millennium, century after century, year after year, month after month, looking for her father, the one she had lost so long ago. Asking forgiveness and apologizing are the first things on her list.
She had never meant for this to happen.
But he had.
His name was John.
The nineteen seventies in America was where it was at, and she was all apart of it. She had been there when the nation had became a country, hiding in its wilderness until there was no longer any wilderness left.
The nineteen year old John Winchester was the first person to ever accept her since her fall all those years ago. She felt safe with him, like she was at home. Like she was in heaven, and she was his earth. She remained by his side throughout a war neither of them believe in, and was there to greet the soldier when he got home. He was like Michael, her favorite brother in the garrison. So tender and sweet, loving with a heart of pure gold. But, he had his eyes, the eyes that had caused her so much grief. But they weren't his eyes, no, not anymore. They were forever John's eyes, and that's how they would stay. She couldn't count how many nights they had held each other in the back of his car, tracing each other's palms and trading stories of the place they once called home.
"Angel face." He had called her, as if he knew the truth. He would grin a cheesy grin, and she would just smile and go along with it, covering up the pain that was truly inside of her chest; eating away at an already gaping hole. She wished he could fill it, but he was already in love with another person, Mary. She thought they were perfect for each other, although she didn't know why. She felt like Mary and John had to do something very important in their lifetimes.
They were siblings, and they would stay that way for the remainder of his days. And hers too.
Dean, Dean, Dean….
The name was a mantra inside of her pounding head. Her blood was sloshing in her ears, her thoughts burning in the back of her head. She was paralyzed with panic and fear. She surveyed her surroundings, trying to find those eyes, John's eyes. Instead, she found his. A stunning shade of green with flecks of gold, as if God had put them there just to make her breath hitch. They were no longer Tzariel's eyes, or Henry's, or John's...they were Dean's.
He had almost died, and now he wanted to risk his life again to kill something once and for all. But she wouldn't let him. Not this time. She had lost him once to the depths of Purgatory, and she was not going to lose him again, possibly for good this time. Throwing herself onto him, she told him that he wasn't allowed to do it. When he asked why not, she said because she had almost lost him once.
The next thing she knew, Dean's lips were on hers. The sweet taste of whiskey and his taste, undescribable. In that moment, everything clicked for her. She was made for the most perfect imperfect creature on this earth. Tzariel, David, Henry, John...all of it made sense. It was all clear to her now.
She was supposed to love Dean. Right from the start, and if she would've just waited a few millennium, then she would've been spared.
Every experience made her who she is, and Dean loved her for who she was and the literal Hell and fire she had walked through to get to this place were she was so content with herself. So she wouldn't trade her experiences for the world, or heaven, rather. And she wouldn't trade Dean, either. It was like they were predestined to be together, even if Dean won't admit it himself. Every single moment in her entire existence had lead up to this pivotal point. If only she had realized this earlier.
God had chuckled when he realized that his daughter had made the connection. They were soulmates, and they always will be. No matter how or when, they would get to each other, even if they had to through trials and hardships to get there. She was finally happy with her existence, and he too was happy for her.
"Goodbye, my Amtiel. I love you."