Quick description: This is essentially my sassy headcannon. More chapters to come. I hope you enjoy.
Sam started up at the figure, the steely blue eyes piercing through him. Those eyes. The pierced through Sam with such intensity he could barely peel his eyes away to look at the rest of the creatures ensemble. He looked like a real person. Though it was weird; wearing church clothes and a dirty brown overcoat, there was something about it that worked. His dark brown hair standing up floppy and inviting. Shaking his head, Sam thought harder. He could feel the presence of the creature resonating through him, and everything got heavy within him. Something was off about this creature; there was no lasting evil persona in the room, only light.
There was a high pitched beeping resonating through the room, loud and static. Typically, it would have bothered Sam, but there was something about this moment that distracted him from the abrasive noises. Perhaps it was the fact that he was standing in front of the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes on. All Sam could do was stare, moth half open, hazel eyes glued on the figure. Lightning flashed outside, and great black wings were exposed. Sam gasped and stared in awe. "I am an angel of the lord"
His voice was deep and gravelly. It was the kind of voice people with beautiful faces seemed to be blesses with. Sam was so captivated by this… angel… that it took him a while to realize what was said. "An… angel?" Sure there was more lore on angels than anything else they had encountered, but it was too farfetched. There was no way in hell he was standing in front on an angel.
"How in the hell can you stand there and tell me you are an angel? Do you really expect me to believe that? I figured angels were just a story to help kids sleep better at night"
"We exist. We are warriors of the lord, sent down to protect his children"
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Enough. I must raise your brother from Perdition. Otherwise, the apocalypse shall be upon us."
"W-What does Dean have to do wi-"
"It is not of import. I must go. First, I must know. Where is Dean laid to rest?"
"The…. The forest just off of Singers Scrapyard"
Was Dean coming back? It had been nearly three months since he had been taken by the hell hounds. The idea of Dean coming back was well out of the picture. Sam had tried almost everything there was to try. He had even defied Deans wishes and tried to sell his soul at the cross roads; it was actually quite shocking, that the demons passed up on the soul of a Winchester. What was possibly going on in hell that would put their sales to a halt? All he knew was; there was no possibly way to save him from the pit.
"Have a good day" The angel turned to leave and took a once over of the room, preparing to leave.
"Wait!" Sam grabbed the angels arm.
A huge flash of light engorged the room and shook the entire building.
And then the room was empty. Cracks spider-webbing along the wall; the only sign the angel was ever there.