'John' struggled at first. It was a lot to adjust to, the noise, the people, the places. He'd only seen the before in what people saw them as when they had passed, and not in real life. Despite the fact he was immortal, as the humans called it, he'd never of guessed he'd be sent to earth. Especially for the mission he'd been sent for.
He was a warrior of God, not fit for what was classed as life on this planet. It was dull, tedious and frankly he failed to understand how God could love these creatures to the extent that he did.
He was currently walking in the body of a John Watson. He had a small family, himself, his parents and a sister. He went to war, hence why he appealed o the angels. He was clearly accustomed to fighting, and due to the fact he was an army doctor, he liked to help. Unfortunately, he died. He was shot in action, and it left the angels in a tricky situation. John Watson said yes, but only if the angel who possessed him carried on his life as he would. He believed it would be better for his family if they thought John was still alive. 'Daniel' the chosen angel was to act as John, and try to complete his mission at the same time. This was going to be a challenge, but the idea he disliked was the plan of continuing John's life once it was over. Until the vessel stopped breathing.
It wasn't as thought Daniel didn't like humans. Their heavens were enough to like them for; each humans heaven was normally peaceful, lovely, and filled with those they kept close to their hearts. Daniel had never seen the appeal of spending your life span with others. He found it strange how every one of the humans seemed obsessed with finding a significant other to waste the few years they had on the earth. Daniel himself much preferred being alone. It was his freedom in a life where he had none. It was one of the only things he could choose, and he felt as though if he had others around him, it might not be his choice it could be theirs to leave him. This way he could never feel abandonment that stretched past his father and the fact he had never met him. It was difficult for Daniel to accept the fact that in over hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years, his father had never once thought of him as worth the time.
Still, as Daniel soon come to realise, being truly alone in the human world was near impossible. He'd been surrounded with people since the moment he'd awoken in the hospital. Doctors, nurses and his 'family' had all been surrounding him, and had barely left him alone since. He felt crowded, like his new life was being pushed into his face.
It was a strange sensation, but as soon as he was out of hospital it was worse. He was sent to a therapist on account of a limp in his left leg. He limp was only due to the fact Daniel couldn't get used to his body. He was used to flight, to be a massive soul, not to being crammed into a mere human structure. It wasn't right to him, hence the limp. His therapist only suggested one thing; to start a blog to 'write about everything that happened to him.' Daniel had chuckled and simply replied 'nothing ever happens to me' because in comparison to the constant battles being fought in heaven, nothing did. He hadn't been given any orders in quite a while, it was starting to bother him. However, he did find one thing the therapist said to be of use.
"You're a solider, and it's going to take you a while to adjust to civilian life."
This was the truest thing she'd ever said, and Daniel expected it would be the only one. He was a solider, a good solider, and this life would take a lot of getting use to.
Hi! Thanks for reading this chapter. This a SuperLock fanfic, but I'm sorry I won't be adding in any Supernatural till a very later chapter. Please review, follow and favourite, new chapter will be up soon :)