So this was a request from FeralG3. It was a really beautiful idea and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy reading it just as much
Before I met Dean Winchester, I was just the same as any other angel. I followed orders and I never questioned them, even if I felt uncomfortable. I'd only left heaven once or twice and only on orders. That was until the fall. All of the angels falling from heaven like a thousand meteors. It was the most painful thing I've ever experienced and yet it looked beautiful. I landed in Texas and it took me five days to find a host. Her name was Melanie and she was a young woman in the last few seconds of her life. I kept her alive. It was my way of saying thanks for letting me borrow her body. When I woke up in her body, my chest felt like something was closing around it and I felt cold. It was only later that I recognised the feeling as panic. I had never felt that before. I then remembered why I felt panicked. I knew the truth about what happened: Metatron had tricked Castiel into closing heaven. But none of the other angels knew that. They all thought it was Castiel. They would be after him. I had to protect him. I knew about his work with his garrison and we were friends. As much as angels could be anyway. I began to search for him.
Over time, the angel Bartholomew began creating a faction of angels and I felt that more would follow. This worried me because I didn't want any angels to die. I had to stop my search for Castiel to try and find out what was going on and to prevent angels joining them. Finally, I spoke to a reaper who said that Bartholomew had hired another reaper to find and kill Castiel. My heart began beating furiously and the panic I felt earlier rose again. After a few days, I finally managed to track the reaper down and I got a car and drove to the address I had found. I stormed into the building and was surprised to be met with Castiel standing alongside the dead reaper and two other men who I guessed were Sam and Dean as they fitted the description but I didn't know which was which. I just knew that they were friends with Castiel. Immediately my attention was caught by the slightly shorter one. I was struck by how physically attractive he was and I felt a warm butterfly feeling in my chest. It was weird. I hadn't really felt true human emotions before so I didn't really know what it was. I spent a moment staring at how perfectly aligned his features were, his cuts and bruises were the only thing stopping the symmetry.
'Castiel. Are you alright?' I asked, looking at Sam and Dean suspiciously.
'I'm fine. I think. Grace, what are you doing here?' He questioned.
'Looking for you. Every angel thinks you were the one who caused the fall except me. I thought you could do with some help.' I replied.
'Cas. Who is this?' The short guy asked.
I frowned, slightly surprised by the use of a contracted version of Castiel's name.
'An angel. She's apparently here to help us.'
'Yeah and I think we should get out of here before any other angels track you down the same way I did.' I said as I walked towards the door.
'How did you find us?' Sam asked.
'The reaper who I'm guessing just tried to kill you.' I answered, 'I got word that it was about to happen so I came straight here.'.
'What's your name anyway?' Dean asked.
'Grace.' I replied.
'Nice to meet you Grace.' Dean said with a smile and, surprisingly, I smiled back.
I went with them back to the bunker. In the car I began to get to know the two men. Sam was really sweet but I instantly preferred Dean. He was so funny. I don't think I had ever laughed so much in my life. I'd never really talked to a human for so long before and I was rather enjoying it. Castiel was talking to him about the fall and how it had happened.
'So what did he say the spell was for?' Dean asked.
'To seal heaven. To prevent the angels from moving their war down here. The exact opposite of what happened.' Castiel responded, bitterly.
However, things soon changed when we got back to the bunker as Dean then said that we couldn't stay there. As Castiel and Dean were talking, I looked around the main room of the bunker and I was struck by how messy it was. There were papers littering the table and there were cobwebs hanging in the top corners. The lights flickered every so often and the other another light was broken. That would never happen in heaven. It looked prettier and more comfy than heaven though and a part of me wished that I could spend more time here. I didn't know why I wanted to do that. It wasn't like there was anything special about it. I shook my head and tried to concentrate on their conversation.
Dean kicked us out which confused me because he couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. I thought that he and Sam were friends with Castiel. I don't know why but I felt slightly disappointed. For some reason, over the next few days, I couldn't get the image of Dean's face out of my head. I met many humans during that time but none of them left such a lasting impression. I found myself wanting to meet him again. A few weeks later, after wondering around for a long time, Castiel and I ended up outside a gas station. We were tired and hungry and we had no money. On the outside there was a sign saying that they were hiring workers. Castiel and I went inside and tried to get them to hire us as we knew we needed some money to get by and I wanted to stay to try and protect him in case any other angels tracked him down.
