I have watched the planet called earth for hundreds and thousands of years watching the race of men evolve into what it is today.

Throughout the years I have seen many interesting people that have sparked my interest, Winston Churchill, Abraham Lincoln, Hua Mulan, Joan of Arc and many more, all of them had the drive to move forward, to fulfill their destinies spoke as prophecies by Prophets of Gaia thousands of years before their birth.

I watched as two young boys grow up to be fine, strong willed and brave young men, that would one day complete and rebel against numerous

One was over six feet four inches tall with mahogany hair and matching eyes, he was handsome and well built but he was tainted with demon blood, to those with a trained eye you could see the smear that it still left on both his soul and his aura, He was a good man but so was Lucifer a great angel before his down fall.

It was his elder brother that I seem most drawn too, sandy dark blond hair and wide grass green eyes that showed he had lived and seen more then his fair share, Eyes that shine bright as he bonded with his brother, or pierced your soul if angered, I watched him for many years, I watched as the hounds of hell tore though the soft flesh of his abdomen, I want so much to go down and heal him or turn back time so that his brother was never killed by the dark skinned soldier, but my orders where to wait, I continued to watch over his brother while he was tortured in the fiery pits of hell, And then I heard the command I had been waiting patiently for,

"Rescue Dean Winchester, Castiel"

Myself and four of my garrison fought our way though Hell's seven levels, past the sealed cage of our fallen brother, slaying any and all demons that lay in our path.

I was the first to reach his beautiful shining soul, it was a beacon like no other I had seen before, blinding even to my angel eyes almost, True beauty, I gripped the righteous man tight and beat my inky wings so hard the heated air around us was visible to naked eyes in streams of hot air.

I flew towards the final resting pace of his mortal body, repairing the body to perfection, just as I remember it, removing scars and bodily pains and aches, the only mark was that of my hand print.

I shouldn't have left it but I staked my claim on the soul and Body of Dean Winchester

He is MINE!

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Short I know but I like it

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Shona