Okay, I haven't posted anything on here in forever so I just thought I'd get the ball rolling again. Um, I only recently got into Supernatural and I am going to be starting season 4 soon, so I got really excited for the Angels. Please excuse me. I'm going by what I have read, watched, and made up so don't shoot me. Oh yeah, I might end up changing the POV in the next chapters. Why I decided to put this in first person I'll never know.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sam, Dean, or most anything else in this story. I definitely do not own the Angels. The only thing I own is my OC.
The golden gates of Heaven shone brilliantly every day as they open for the next wave of souls. It's the same thing all day. Check in with Peter at his podium; he'll jot your name down, or check it off, and then angels like me send you on your way to enjoy the unlimited bouts that this kingdom of God has to offer. Then again, there are those times where Peter shakes his head with a sad look in his eyes and tells them that they don't belong here. These are the souls of the cowardly, the faithless, and the detestable; of murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars. Their souls will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death.
This is a daily routine for the angels of Heaven, and it never gets tiresome. What gets tiresome is the fact of the matter that I will never get my share of responsibility in the hierarchy, even though I've proved my worth a number of times over. No one believes, save for Father, that a tiny angel like me can do a job like Guarding; so the higher-ups decided to make me a soul trafficker. Soul trafficking is the lowest possible job in the Heavenly Hierarchy, saved for the youngest and weakest angels or the Guardians who choose to help their guard-child through the gates of Heaven.
Only, my mundane thought process screeched to a halt when I received a call from an actual Archangel. Who was I to guess that my fate wasn't as set in stone as all the angels liked to believe? Now when an Archangel has come from the his living to talk to an underling it must be due to a serious matter, such as changing an Angel status or discussing the Fallen Ones.
Sariel is an Archangel who is responsible for the lot of angels that violate God's sacred ordinances. His halo burns a bright light that glints off the pearly columns along the golden path as he walks towards the Soul Trafficking dock.
"Alright, this way everyone!" I call over the heads of as many souls that I can for my voice to reach the other Traffickers. This starts the moving of the newly passed souls to the Gates so that Peter can have them all checked. There was usually an awestruck silence as the crowd came upon the Gates, the spiraling golden spires peering over the top of the wall, but the silence that overcame the crowd was too sudden and even the angels were frozen in their spots.
I quickly look around to see what everyone was so startled over until my eyes rested on the Archangel himself. Everything went immaculately still. The Heavenly chorus wasn't even singing in the presence of this Angel. I immediately shrank back and took a deep, calming breath for I rarely see beings of his stature around these parts of Heaven. One of the other Traffickers opens their mouth to greet him, but he holds up his hand to stop them and then he turns to me.
"Shekinah, you are needed in the Second Sphere."
Before I had any time to even respond he had transported us both to the Gate of the Second Sphere. The extra weight of celestial power of even stepping foot in the Second Sphere felt incredibly strong upon my shoulders.
Sariel lead me down the long golden pathway and up into a large pearled gazebo complete with golden columns. There underneath the gazebo's shade sat a two more of the Archangels of Heaven; Michael and Gabriel. My eyes widened, I honestly can't remember if I had done anything out of line, or at least anything to be noted.
"Relax, child." Michael gave a small smile, "We have not called you here for punishment; in fact you should be rejoicing."
I couldn't help but smile at the eldest Archangel in return, something great was about to happen. Gabriel chuckles and motions for me to join them in the gazebo. I obediently walk up the stairs and into the gazebo, only to stand awkwardly in front of the two angels.
"What have I been summoned for, if not for punishment?"
"You have proved to us your worth and you shall be able to become a Guardian," said Michael. Gabriel pulled from behind him a long list of names of children without guardian angels and I could feel my insides begin to burn with happiness.
"Oh, thank you, thank you so very much!" I exclaim. Gabriel hands me the list and Sariel starts explaining all of the duties of a Guardian.
"You cannot interfere with their free will. You may only-," I had stopped listening to Sariel and was off in my own thoughts until Michael chimed in. "And you may not, under any circumstances leave the city of Heaven to go to Earth."
"Yes sir," I reply and then look at the list. All of these wonderful names and so little time to choose. My eyes scanned the entire list for a name that would send a familiar spark down my spine. I was beginning to lose hope in finding the perfect child when I came across the W's. A little name with a tiny red star next to it called out to my very being. It was as if a light bulb flashed inside of me.
"Samuel Winchester?" The taste of the name was absolutely perfect as it rolled off my tongue; the way my heart soared at the thought of having a human guard-child. It was all so beautiful.
The Archangels exchanged a few glances from over my head and then whispered to each other. Sariel took a deep breath and looked at me sharply, "We cannot allow you to guard over Samuel Winchester-,"
"Well, why not?" Gabriel shrugged, "She seems capable." He took a long look at me and I began to shy away under his gaze. With a laugh he continued, "She's already got her mind set on it, c'mon Michael." He nudged the Archangel with his shoulder.
Michael closed his eyes, as if he were weighing the pros and cons of letting me guard this child. Whoever the child is must be a very important person if it is such a hassle for them to decide his guard-mother.
"If it is too much trouble," I spoke up, holding a finger in the air in an attempt to get my words in, "May I choose another?"
"Actually, I believe that you, Shekinah, will be the perfect Guard-mother for the Winchester boy." Michael interrupted with a sort a finality that wasn't to be trifled with. Sariel gave Michael a worried glance but then thought it was for the better if he thought it was. I was speechless; what was there to even say at this point?
"And you will be moving up into the higher ranks of the First Sphere, where the Guardian Pool resides." Michael finishes and I bow out of respect and happiness, how could this get any better?
I had a quick inauguration with included me swearing by my celestial being that I will not let that child out of my sight and that I will continue to care for him once he's grown; and when that was complete, I quickly teleported to the Guardian Pool.
The lights of the City of Heaven shone brilliantly against the pool, creating diamonds in the water's ridges. The breeze that blew past the Guardians on watch smelled of sickly sweet honeysuckle, though I'm sure that it's subjective to each being. I wanted to start the job as fast as I could so I found myself a place beyond the normal watch point in the soft bunches of clouds on the farthest reaches—before I'd fall over the edge—of the Heavenly ground and situated myself.
Glancing over the pool's edge, I only see my reflection. I look harder into the water, and a worry starts to wash over me. I furrow my brow and concentrate harder; staring into the water as if it had challenged me. Had I already done something wrong? I sit up and I think about the boy I am to watch over. What would he be like? Will he be short and rude? Could it be that Samuel would be as tall as a small tree? All of these questions fill my mind and I feel the tension between my wings slowly fade. I lay back onto my stomach and I inhale and exhale slowly, dropping a finger into the crystal water and suddenly an image popped onto the surface like a screen displaying a movie.
A little baby boy was being brought home in his tiny blue blanket. His fingers and toes not yet uncurled, his soft face still pink. He was beautiful. His older brother, Dean is his name, smiled at the bundle with joy. Dean stuck a finger out for the baby to hold, and he glanced up at his parents as Samuel began to cry. His parent reassured him that he wasn't the cause and Dean calmed down. Samuel was quieted and he glanced out at the world with glassy eyes full of curiosity. The unbridled warmth that spread throughout me could not be described in words. This woman had borne two stunning boys and their family was on the slow uphill to a successful life.
"Hello, Samuel." I rest my head on my arm and begin my watch of the wonderful baby boy.
Little Author's Note: Okay so Shekinah is known as the Angel of Unity and Unconditional Love
"A female angel who always stays close to humankind, inspiring mortals to be just and fair, bringing balance and harmony to our minds and spiritual being. Her name means Bride of the Lord and she is charged with redeeming us from evil and leading us back to God so that we may be liberated and cleansed in the eternal light."
I thought that it would be a good idea to use her, but I could always be wrong. Anyway, if you enjoyed this please let me know so I can update for you. Thank you for reading.