A/N: I do not own Supernatural or anything/anyone you recognize.
This is my first PUBLISHED story, so please nibble, don't bite.
Falling From Heaven
I'm falling. Total darkness wraps around me like a blanket. The wind whips around me, blowing my beige trench coat behind me. "I can't believe it," I thought, "I'm actually falling." I open my mouth, almost instantly filling my mouth with air. The warmth of my grace rockets out of me, going westward. Since I lost my grace, I am human now.
"Falling for Dean Winchester is falling from Heaven, I'm sorry, Castiel, you can't have both," Gabriel's voice echos in my head. He told me this so long ago, but I can't listen. No, I chose not to listen. Frankly, I don't care the I'm no longer an Angel of the Lord, as long as I'm with Dean, I can live out the rest of my life with him hunting the Supernatural. With Sam too, of course.
I never really did expect anything from Dean in the first place. Just sort of a, "Fancy," as Balthazar told me. Though Sam called it a, "Crush." I don't get it, I love Dean, why would I want to crush him. All that would do is hurt him. He was zapped with the Truth spell by a witch that night. In the library, he told me that he loved me. Ever since that night in the barn with Bobby Singer in Sioux Falls. I told him that I loved him more than he can ever imagine. We stepped closer and we were halfway to each other when Bobby bursts into the library to give him a potion to cure him from the spell.
When the spell wore off, he didn't remember a thing. He was back to his normal, "Busty Asian Beauties," obsessions. Hitting on waitresses and any other woman with breasts angered me so much. So I confronted him, I told him that I loved him. It was in his dream, of course, I would never tell him to his face. I never knew how it ended. He woke up too suddenly.
I look below me and see the ground approaching quickly. There is a house directly below me, "Great, I'm going to hit a house." I look down again to see the roof of the house almost twenty feet away.
The scene is played out in slow motion. My feet hit the shingles and a bolt of pain rush up my legs. Biting back a scream, I fall through the ceiling and into the top floor, then another, then another, until I finally hit concrete. My vision is blurry and I see a girl, about thirteen, standing above me. She was saying something, but I can't hear anything.
"Dean," I mumbled before I closed my eyes. A cool hand pressed to my temples, a flood of calmness moves throughout my head. Darkness washed over me, and I welcome it.
A/N Not bad for the first chapter, Reviews are welcomed, Really, I need ConCrit.