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Full Summary: Sam is a solider, born and bred into the War between humans and angels.
Lucifer is second in command to the Garrison. He rules under Michael's watchful eyes.
Angels and humans are sworn enemies. Friendship is forbidden at all costs.
Sam and Lucifer defy all odds when they cross paths, but danger looms
Sam and Lucifer will have to fight prejudice, judgement and each other if they want to survive.


Introduction

Before this story starts, I suppose I must explain where the source and inspiration for this tale came from. The first thing you should know is that this entire tale is based upon a most unlikely source, but it is probably the truest account that you will ever read. Through extensive research, and reliable sources, I was able to shed light on what really happened in the infamous Angel Wars all those years ago.

For those of you, not familiar with the Angel Wars, allow me to explain. Once, decades ago, angels decided to show themselves to humans in hopes that they could exist in harmony. This was the case at first, but then the angels caught sight of how humans treated their lands and soon they demanded their land back. The humans scorned them and the angels retreated back to Heaven. Where they seemed to stay.

Until word got out that humans had been experimenting on angels for science. Enraged, the highest angels ordered their armies out and under the control and influence of the Archangel Michael, unleashed havoc upon the Earth. He ordered humans to surrender the Earth back to them. But humans refused, which led to the start of what would be mankind's darkest decades.

Humans were forced to fight back and eventually cities vanished and training camps appeared. These training camps housed the soldiers and medics. Training camps could hold thousands at once and were divided into separate sections, with one leader preceding over them.

No angel or human were allowed in either's training camps, but should they meet outside of camp, then chaos would break out and all was fair game. There seemed to be no end to the bloodshed, especially when some angels taunted humans for the thrill of it, or humans actively sought out angels in a sport so vile, it makes a sane person recoil in horror.

But I am giving too much away for so early in the story, so without further ado, allow me to tell you the tale of Sam Winchester and Lucifer, the Morningstar. This is their story.


Chapter One

Sam Winchester was lost. And it was all Garth's fault. After all, who exactly leads someone halfway into the forest before realising that they has been reading the map upside-down? Sam had asked Garth why it took him this long to realise the map was upside down, and did the upside down letters not give him any clue. Garth replied in a small voice that he thought it was another language. Sam was not amused. It was close to dusk and Sam was sure that Dean would soon be looking for him to help with patrols tonight.

"I think I have seen this tree before. Yes I am sure we have passed this three times." Garth was saying. Sam rolled his eyes. He knew it would not be long before the two of them got into a bickering argument.

"Say Sam. I heard rumours." Garth changed the subject and moved to walk beside Sam. "Rumours that, those lot are plotting something big."

"Those lot? They have a name Garth." Sam commented, snapping a twig underneath his heavy boots.

"Fine. The Angels." Garth whispered the last part, before looking around fearfully. Sam rolled his eyes again. "They're plotting something huge. I heard so from old Cain."

"Oh really? Old Cain. Then who did old Cain here it from?" Sam questioned.

"I don't know. I think he is in cahoots with the angels."

Sam scoffed loudly. "Garth. Never in the history of mankind has an angel and human ever formed a friendship. Seriously, this war was started just because humans got pissed off that the angels wanted to reclaim some of their creation. A friendship between angels and humans can never be. Humans can barely accept others as their friends. Let alone another creature."

"But Sam. The way the angels started mass slaughtering in order to gain their land back. Humankind had no choice but to go to war."

"Yes, they slaughtered after humankind had already started taking angels for experimentation and observations. I still do not see why we are still fighting. Surely people are sick of the fighting at this point?"

Sam huffed and kicked a stone that was in his way. He thought the whole war was stupid and was not something he wanted a part in. But because angels outnumbered humans, it was mandatory that all individual's, when they reach their 21st birthday are to be drafted. Those who were drafted, either to fight or work the side-lines, would live in camps, specifically targeting an angel's garrison. Sam had known nothing of outside the camp life, having grown up in the camps after his Father and Mother had enlisted. It was where John and Mary had met. Dean soon came along and had followed his parents into the fight. Sam had recently followed, reluctantly after his 21st birthday two years ago.

Sam and Garth continued their trek, each bringing up a comment about the War. The deeper into the forest they got, the more quiet everything got. Eventually the two fell into a quiet side by side walk. Sam had a hold of the map, trying to work out where they were, when without warning, Garth stopped dead in his tracks.

"Sam. We're very close to angel territory." Garth whispered, looking frightful.

"What do you mean Garth?" Sam asked, pulling the map down from his face to stare at his best friend. "How are we close to angel territory?"

"Look at the surrounding area. Notice anything about it?" Brady gestured all around him. Sam followed and gulped. The area was green and rich in colour. A clear stream trickled down and nature was blooming. It was peaceful and rich fruit hung from the trees. A stark difference from the dead trees that were closer to where Sam and Garth lived in the camp.

"Wow." Sam breathed. He reached out to touch one of the trees but was slapped by Garth.

"Are you crazy Sam? Angels would swoop down on you in a second if they were alerted to our presence. I say we get the Hell out of here. Before we are made examples off."

"Relax. As long we stay hidden, we should be fine." Sam looked around in awe. "Do you think we will see an angel though?"

"I do not want to stick around to find out." Garth replied and crossed his arms. Sam continued looking around, a glint in his eyes. "Oh no. I know that look and I am not agreeing to this Sam."

"Come on. Just one look. I've never seen an angel in its natural habitat before." Sam begged. He was suddenly intrigued at the idea of seeing an angel in nature, and not in combat. Sam had faced a couple of angels in battle. They were beautiful creatures, but deadly and always had scowls on their face. Sam had never seen an angel relaxed or peaceful before.

"Sam. This is not like climbing a tree to look into a bird's nest. Or diving into a cold lake just to see how long it takes for the human body to freeze. This is risking your life to see some of the most dangerous creatures walking this Earth. You see them in battle anyway. I have sure seen enough to last a life time. Now come on let's leave before…" Garth trailed off for Sam had already wandered off.

"Come on Garth! Don't be a scared cat!" Sam called back. Garth sighed and reluctantly followed Sam.

"Sure. OK. It's always do what Sam wants. Never what Garth wants, even if it means that Sam's wants are always likely to get us maimed or killed. Sure. If we die Sam I am haunting you for the rest of my time in the afterlife. And I will make sure Mr Fizzles does as well!"

Sam and Garth continued through the forest. As they went deeper, the forest became more rich and alive with nature. Sam was in wonder as he gazed around, wishing he had this sketchbook with him. He was longing to stop and draw the beauty of this place. All the time, Garth was discussing what he would leave to his family should they come face to face with any angels.

Finally, the path came to a halt outside a wall with two strong iron gates. The wall and gates tower over Sam and Garth. The two gasped in wonder. The iron gates were covered with ivy, as was the wall. Sam reached out to touch the gate, but recoiled in pain as he felt a hot, searing pain. Sam stepped back and swore, looking at his hand.

"Damnit. Warded against humans." Sam hissed, showing Garth the burn mark on his palm.

"That is a sign we should leave. Right now." Garth checked over the gates again and frowned. "Wait a moment. Dude. Oh shit dude. Do you know where we are? We are at the gates of Eden."

Sam sucked in a deep breath. Eden. The home of the Angels. This was where the angels retreated too. Unlike the angel garrison camps that littered the USA, Eden was the main source for angels. It was where angels came back and forth to train, meet up with their comrades. It was also the home to the highest ranking angels. The archangels.

"We should probably leave before some angel sees us and decides they need our entrails for decorations." Garth said. Sam ignored him, for his eye had caught the ivy on the wall.

Sam walked over and tugged the ivy. They seemed secure enough. Sam grabbed a hold of the ivy and started to pull himself up. Garth's shout did not deter him.

"Sam. Get down here now. You're going to be seen."

"I'm fine. There is a wide ledge here, hidden by trees. Come up it is safe." Sam called back, perched upon the wall. "Quick now."

Garth sighed and followed Sam up. Grabbing a hold of Sam's offered hand, Garth hoisted himself up and balanced on the wall. Sam was right. There was a wide ledge covered in moss and sheltered by trees.

For Sam, the view is breath taking. Green grass, greener than Sam ever knew and clear blue rivers run all around. Tall trees, with flowers, fruit and vines hung down, casting the area into a canopy of emerald. Beyond the trees lay dozens of mountains. The sky was clear and billions of stars could be seen, even in the light. It is Paradise on Earth. Sam is immediately mesmerized. He wants to sketch it. Garth says once again that they should leave. Sam tells him to wait a minute, he has not seen any angels yet.

"Look Garth." Sam pointed. "There is one there."

Sure enough, walking across the grass was an angel. They looked like ordinary humans. Sam knew this was because they needed human vessels to survive on the Earth. The only things that set them apart from humans was with their magnificent wings that hung around for all to see. The angel Sam and Garth saw was of a female, with shocking red wings, the same colour as her hair. She had a pretty face.

"There. Now you have seen one. Time to leave." Garth said, moving to climb down, but Sam shook his head and pressed a finger to his lips.

"Not yet. A few more minutes."

The two stayed a few moments longer, observing the angel as she walked about, tending to Garth commented that they really need to leave now, for it is starting to get darker. Patrol would be starting soon. Sam agreed. He did not want to leave though. With one last look, Sam goes to leave, but then his eyes fall on another angel who just appeared next to the red haired angel.

Sam felt his breath catch in his lungs. The most beautiful shade of white wings, adorned with pink stand out against the green background. The wings belong to a tall man, with a cat like prowl. There is a smug, knowing look on his face as he stops and starts to speak to the other angel. Sam thinks he is beautiful. Beside him, Sam felt Garth starting to panic.

"Sam. Sam, we need to go. That is the Angel of Death. That is Lucifer."

Sam stopped his admiration and looked towards Garth who was pale. Lucifer was the most powerful archangel warrior, only second to Michael. No human has ever gone up against him and lived bar the exception of Old Cain. He is a legend of his own. Sam muses that the descriptions do him no justice. Lucifer had been described as the most beautiful angel. Sam thought that beautiful was not a word for Lucifer. Garth hisses at Sam to leave now. Sam agrees, but not before he manages to cast one last look at Lucifer who is now admiring something in the far distance.

The two men jumped down from the wall and started a quick walk back the way they came. As they walked, Sam could not stop marveling about the angels. He spoke highly of their wings and commented on how peaceful and tranquil they looked, so much different than those he faced in battle.

"Look Sam." Garth stopped his friend once they were in safer territory. "We should not mention this to anyone. Eden is supposed to be a secret place. We could be in big trouble from both sides if anyone knows what we just did."

"Agreed. I would hate for Eden to be destroyed. It is too beautiful." Sam said, holding out his hand to Garth. Garth took it and they made the pact to never mention this again.

With pure luck, Sam and Garth managed to find the way home without running into any patrols from both sides. Once they reached the safety of camp, the two went their separate ways, but not before Garth made Sam promise he would not go back to Eden.

"I promise" Sam said, crossing his fingers behind his back. Garth smiled at Sam, not seeing the fingers behind his back. They bade each other good night and both went home. That night, Sam spent time with his parents and brother, before retiring to his room. He opened his sketch pad and tried to capture the scenic sights he had seen today. But he grew more frustrated as he found he could not capture the beauty just right. Sam shut the sketch pad, flung it down and went to bed. He dreams of picturesque lands and wings, big and strong. The wings beat down enveloped Sam in a warm embrace. Sam slept soundly the whole night.