Author's Note: Hey, so I know this starts out really slow, but I had to get some background info in there. First story, so I'm just experimenting. Reviews are appreciated. Thanks! :)
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I have been around for a while... Not that I look old or anything but don't judge a book by its cover as some would say. I am 18 -well at least that's what my birth certificate says anyway. I have been around longer than almost anything on this earth, spending millennium watching God's green earth grow and prosper. My real name is Raniel, apparently God had a thing for adding -iel- at the end of most everyone's name when creating angels. I am older than almost all of the angels, even some of the archangels...and am one of those blessed few who have actually seen and talked to God.
Okay, yes, for whoever is wondering, God is incognito on earth under the double pen name "Carver Edlund..." which was my doing by the way. Send hate mail all you want, but that was the only thing I could think of doing when he came to me for advice on how to present himself in the modern human society. The lazy and paranoid drunk front was all of his doing though... who knew he had a sense of humor?
Well anyways, back to what matters. There I was watching over earth, never really paying much attention to those Uriel called "hairless apes," until my gaze fell upon two brothers, stricken with death and pain from the time they were very small. I had never in all my time seen beings such as them, driven to protect and even die for one another more times than I thought possible for mere humans. They were special. And apparently God and most of his other angels saw it too.
These boys had a destiny to bring on the end of times...or so the angels thought. God felt it was time to leave for a while soon after this destiny became evident, going all "Lord of the Flies" on the angels and leaving us to become more "independent." Select few, like Michael and Zachariah and Uriel thought that meant destroying the humans and creating paradise on earth. They went a little overboard on the subtext if I do say so myself and so they began their master plan of using these brothers, the Winchesters, as lead actors in their Apocalypse Now! Script. Oh contraire mon frere is the only thing that came to mind when the heavenly host called on me to explain what really was going to happen. These boys were perhaps more special than even I thought- they weren't going to end the world, they were going to in fact save it.
Years of watching my brothers kill each other and completely forget their loyalty to protecting the humans later, I saw my father's plan worked out perfectly, much to the other angels chagrin, but I couldn't help but wonder, at what cost? Both mine and the Winchester's family were torn apart while I stood by and watched, unable to intervene directly, being only able to be the little birdie that whispered into the angel Castiel's ear, telling him that he truly wasn't receiving orders from our father.
There I was questioning God's master plan again, a few years after the world being saved, when I saw that Dean, the eldest of the Winchester brothers, had been turned into an entity of pure, twisted evil, nearly killing his brother Sam in the process. How could God keep up this free will rule and not help them, after all they have been through? I, yet again, was not let down at the true masterpiece my father was creating.
In October of 2014 he called on me again. "Raniel, my child, I can see your distress," he told me. "You, have the gift of emotion, unlike your brothers and sisters. This is the reason I call upon you now, able to look upon the humans, these brothers, and understand. This has all been played out for you to see just how bad things can get and for you to be the one that changes this entire course of time. You are my most trusted angel, Raniel, which is why I am giving you the task of watching over these brothers and changing their lives for the better, consequently affecting the entire world. I ask much of you, yes, but this would not be left to you unless I knew you would be successful." To say that was a lot on one plate for a single angel was the understatement of the century. But if God had faith enough in me, surely I could at least try. "Yes father. I will do as you ask, but forgive me if I do not succeed." He looked at me, with a curious look in his eyes and said finally "You will not fail Raniel. I am certain of it. Your heart is pure and you don't need any directions to lead you to the right path," and with that, he disappeared into a golden light. I don't know how long I sat there and processed all my father had told me. It could have been minutes, maybe even days, until my mind righted itself enough to begin planning my approach to this colossal task ahead.
The Winchesters, as of 2014, had lost basically all of their friends and family, only Castiel the nearly humanized angel remaining. I couldn't exactly insert myself into the world and immediately expect the Winchesters to listen to me... they would never believe a thing I told them, but surely they would discover soon enough that I wasn't exactly human. The only answer I saw was to become human myself, as painful as it sounded. An angel named Anna had successfully done this, however, and grew up as an average human, which thinking on that idea led me to believe that really was the only sensible course of action. Anna's grace had been captured by Uriel, but I could ensure I kept it safely with me in case of emergency and Anna chose to fall and be reborn, but of course, I needed to be old enough to be equipped for fighting, but young enough so that I could appear as innocent as possible. I figured that I could return myself to 2003, in order to adjust to life on earth and have enough time to learn of the Winchesters and figure out a confrontation.
Yes, I know, I could have gone back to save Mary and Sam in 1983, but the family was already cursed by then, so death was inevitable. After much contemplation, I would adjust myself to be 16 in 2003... reaching 18 by the time the brothers were ready for me. Another thing I had sadly decided was that Sam did need to return to hunting, but Jessica Moore certainly did not deserve to die to bring that event. Finally, I was prepared to begin. No turning back now I supposed and disappeared from heaven, traveling back to 2003.
Most humans would probably hate me because I got to create my image and my name. It really wasn't that hard adding Raina Page to the record books with a birth certificate and a banking account. As for my image, it had to be appealing but not so much as to stand out. Dark blonde hair, relatively tanned skin, stormy green eyes (Dean Winchester had the most glorious green eyes), 5'7" in height, and a well toned body that wasn't exactly toothpick. There I was: Raina Page, after my angelic name and a mortal that belonged to a music group I favored.
I appeared in a town called Bloomington, Indiana, a rather small college town, but wonderfully historic. I had witnessed many of these buildings of the University being built and always admired them, so, why not live there? I was still a full powered angel as I walked down the avenue in the crisp autumn air, planning to remove my grace after I had found a place to live and work.
It wasn't all that difficult to fit into society, I mean after being an angel for all of time, I thought it was going to be harder, but I guess even if you fell out of the sky, all one needed was money. I rented a little corner apartment in town close to the outskirts, swaying the tenant with some Jedi mind tricks that I was old enough to rent. My body image also paid off, gliding into a 'Now Hiring' bookstore and getting a job on the spot. I am sure it had nothing to do with the fact a teenage boy much my age worked there as a manager. Nope. Because isn't it the experience and quality of person that gets you hired? Anyways, within just a week I had basically blended in to the everyday lifestyle like I had been there forever. A death glare here and there to boys that wouldn't keep their eyes on my eyes (Yes, even an angel knew how the minds of men worked.) I began to start knowing the people around there and making friends, earning the trust of people and making myself as comfortable as I could before I took out my grace.
Finally the day came one week and three days after my descending to earth. I was ready to become human...Or so I thought. At the time, I had no idea how much trouble that would bring and I will be the first to say hindsight is a bitch. I went through with it all right and it wasn't exactly the most pleasant of maneuvers. Try taking out a piece of your being without feeling the need to scream. As soon as it was done I am pretty sure I had passed out from not only the pain but the sheer gravity of the situation I had landed myself in. But after my quick little blackout, I locked up my grace in a small safe I had installed behind a painting in my bedroom. Everything felt so strange. There was an endless amount of emotion and feeling, the need to eat and drink and it was all overwhelming. If only I knew then that things were going to get a lot worse not too far down the line.
No angel can ever completely remove their grace...leaving behind almost what you would call residue. Just a tiny little speck of angelic power that can be used for certain small things, nothing as risky as teleportation or bringing someone back to life but a tad more oomph than a normal human. It really helped in the long run.
I bought a car, classic of course since the early 2000's were definitely not good for car models. My choice would've made Dean Winchester proud... it was a 1967 Mustang Fastback with tinted windows and jet black paint with cherry racing stripes. Even from an angel turned human perspective, it was glorious. A custom trunk was made with a false bottom (which made the person doing it a bit suspicious but I assured him that I wanted to store an extra tire and car supplies there.) 16 isn't exactly a good age to just walk into the store and stock up on arms and all things dangerous so, I am pretty sure I made myself into a pretty decent criminal within just a couple weeks.
Shotguns, handguns, a bow and arrows, salt, iron, silver knives, holy water, extra extra spray paint, and to top it off, an anti possession tattoo that was a bit more painful than I would like to say. My trunk basically would get me labeled as a teenage terrorist if anyone had a chance to peek. So, I was ready to hunt all things monstrous, having read up on most of any lore out there with my convenient time working at the bookstore.