A one-shot of my Oc, an angle not really in the storyline, just one of the thousands that is in heaven in Supernatural!
Cenciel watched the sky. Stars shined as she blinked, her hands holding a plaid blanket at her shoulders. She sighed, closing her eyes as she shivered. Angles didn't get cold, no. She was..something she never felt before. What had humans called it? ...Sadness? Cenciel shivered. Angles had no need to feel, she was a guardian which gave her almost the excuse of these feelings. But, nonetheless it scared her.
The angle looked up, she had tooken the vessel of an young girl, tan skined, long dark brown hair and few freakles on her face. The girl was near seven teen, maybe six teen, but had been suffering from illness, she died only a moment before Cenciel had time to choose a vessel after being casted from Heaven like many others.
Cenciel sat down, the wet grass prickling threw the thin jeans she had on. Holding her knees close to her chest, she watched the sky an emptyness filling her chest. I shouldn't be down here! A silent tears rippled down her cheeck, as she closed her eyes to whisper one last thing, angles nevered preyed. They were preyed to, but. In times like these she just needed to know that thier father hadn't abandoned them fully.
"Please, help send us back up. Unlock the gates!" Cenciel said watching as a silent chill blew. Then, one thought still remmanded, crowded by others. Angles had killed, fought with each other. Many were lost to the outcasted, and rules stuck like glue, one flaw and you were a disobeyence to thier laws. Had this been a punishment? One that thier Father had made to stop all of it?
Cenciel looked up, closing her eyes as she streached out on the grass. "What happened to us?" She whispered, tilting her head to the moon. Then with a silent breeze, the sound of feathers. She was gone, leaving the flat grass where she had once layed...And the question to go unanswered, swaying in the breeze.
