Supernatural Fanfiction
Chapter One: Sight
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Heaven was meant to be a place of paradise. It should have been peaceful and pleasant. Memories, smells, sights and sounds. - all of these things should have been with her finger reaching grasp.
But she didn't see it that way. Every day, her fingers traced the small indentations that cracked from the edges of her eyelids. Her eyes were watered over in a milky glaze that shone in the little sunlight that trickled through the small window. She didn't want to go out or feel any grass beneath her bare feet. Most of her days were spent in that small cupboard of a room, with her head resting on the wall. She liked to dream of a different life, one where she was human. A small, unimportant human who would be happy in her own bubble, unaware of the raging war above their heads. She could hear voices and sometimes, the faint giggling of party goers that father invited. She sat there all day and didn't give a damn.
She was pitiful.
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Gabriel didn't stomp, an angel of his status shouldn't stomp apparently, but rather, he strode down the hallways of heaven, attempting to get away from the chaos of his family. Lucifer had fought with Michael again. Raving on about why we shouldn't trust the humans, how it was impossible for him to do so.
Sometimes he wished that he wasn't a fucking angel.
Instead, for a day, He pondered, running across the garden square, I'd like to have a normal life. Maybe be a human. They seem contempt enough.
He ignored the calls of the other angels and took a path that the lesser angels took, cutting through the main kitchen. Gabriel was so engaged in the inner turmoil of his mind that he almost tripped when the voice rung out to him.
Gabriel blinked, looking around himself. It wasn't talking in words or bombastically making itself known. It was small and repetitive, continuously whistling eight notes consecutively. There wasn't any angels that were following him, so where was the voice coming from?
His instincts lead him to a door at the back of the building that shied away from the watchful eyes of everyone. The tune played through again and as he looked around the corner, he spotted a lone angel on the floor, her head tilted towards the open window.
Then, when she had stopped to breathe in, Gabriel whistled back the song. Her head snapped quickly and he was afraid that it might snap off. He would have giggled but all too soon he spotted her eyes, and caught himself in his smile, a embarrassed, strangled sound escaping his throat.
He couldn't tell if it were her eyes that were searching or her ears, but after a moment, she called out to him. He still hid behind the doorway, still peeking in. Her voice was warm and Gabriel's stomach fluttered.
"Who's there?" She asked to the air. She did not move from her spot, but instead, straightened her back against the wall. Her head tilted down slightly, lips pouting. "Hello?"
It wasn't till a few seconds after she asked hello that he'd realized that his mouth was hanging open like a child's. What should he say to her? He didn't know how to go about these things. He was the one who stayed in the shadows and shamelessly pranked everyone till their budding tempers blew! This was difficult!
Her shoulder slumped, probably thinking that nobody was there. She jumped when he whistled back the same tune. He then apologised.
"Heh, I guess I scared you…."
"Just a little." She replied, feeling the smile in his voice. She held up her hands. "Come closer."
"Not till I get your name, little lady."
The tips of her mouth curved. "Little? I'm blind, but I'm tall! Now come closer so I can feel your face!"
He rubbed his stubble. And then asked why cheekily.
She sighed. "No doubt you've seen my eyes. Haha." She smirked at her own pun. "It helps me to visualise. Name?"
"Gabriel." He replied, almost instantly and it felt forced, like there was nothing to stop him from saying so. "Your speech seems impaired. You don't talk like the others."
She shrugged. "I'm not them. I've never been them."
He sat down beside her and smiled. "Yeah. You're not."
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For days and months, Gabriel went back to the girl in the room who was still alone. Sometimes he brought food or jokes. He told stories of his family and of the numerous pranks that she approved of. It made him happy to find someone unique, someone of his demeanor.
But on a cold morning, about a week after Lucifer had been banished from heaven, Gabriel heard a howling shriek. He dropped everything and ran outside to see Micheal pulling his friend by the roots of her hair along the cobblestone paths, towards the edge of heaven.
Gabriel ran past the crowd and yelled at Michael as several angels held him back, undoubtedly ordered by his dear old brother.
"Let her go!" He yelled, the other angels struggling to keep him back. "Let Leia go!"
"No brother." Michael called back, stopping in his tracks. "She has committed a treason towards Father and must be punished."
"She hasn't done anything wrong!"
"You don't know that." He said back and Leia cried her eyes out, hiccupping. She was shaking. "Father wants to find out what happens to an angel if the fall. She's weak. Therefore, a righteous candidate."
"That's not fair! He can't do that sort of thing! Let h-"
"Knock him out." Michael ordered. "I will do this quickly."
Before Gabriel could shout, before his heart could protest, the darkness took ahold of his vision, just as Michael begun to drag her away again.
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Leia's insides stung. Her breathing was shallow as her lungs filled with the pain of the night air. The lashing of the wind as she fell from the heavens numbed her limbs for a while, but now, they started to regain feeling. Her toes were the last limbs she could move.
And all she felt was anger.
Anger towards Father.
Anger to Michael.
Anger to Gabriel.
Anger to life.
Anger to fate.
Anger.
Anger.
Anger.
Anger.
She cried out trying to move. Leia knew she had to move, but her body wouldn't. It jerked and thrashed.
"He abandoned you." A voice said. It was a males and it was cold.
She spat out the reply, struggling with anger filled tears. "I know!"
"And yet you sit here."
"What else can I do?" Leia asked, shaking her head. Her soul had given up. Her back was plastered against an old oak tree, metres away from where she had landed on the earth. Her coal coloured hair stuck to her face. "Nobody wants a broken angel. I worked hard and they took my sight away. I loved him and he abandoned me. Father abandoned me." She sobbed.
Hands touched her face, causing her head to face upwards, to where assumably was the strangers'. They were cold and inviting in a cold environment such as this. But after a while, they begun to warm. She breathed out. "W-Who are you?"
"Would it matter?" He asked frankly. The sharpness of his voice made Leia stutter. He sighed. "I am Death."
"Death?" She repeated innocently. "Am I going to die?"
He pulled her up so that she stood firmly on her own two feet. "No. I have better plans for you."
Death led the blind angel out of the forest with her hand clasping his own and the other on his upper bicep. Her feet were cold and she didn't trust anyone anymore but as soon as the feeling of crushed twigs disappeared, her mind collapsed into dark.