Disclaimer: I own nothing of Supernatural. It's such a shame that I have yet to gather all the necessary materials to summon a crossroads demon to make that possible. *sigh*
AN: This is the tenth in my vocab oneshot series. The OC I've created is currently just a way for me to express my headcanon for some angel wings. Please review on how you like it!
The Beauty of Wings
Sarah's life had been interesting to say the least. The amount of supernatural creatures that she had encountered had been overwhelming at times. Some of them were completely horrifying while others were beautiful despite their viciousness; however, there was only one that surpassed all others in both aesthetic beauty and astounding power. Angels.
Being able to see the angels' wings was simply stunning, and Sarah counted herself blessed that she could see them. In the past she had assumed that angels' wings would all be a luminous white, but she was pleasantly surprised to find that the wings were often iridescent and would show a variety of shades and colors when caught in the right light. Each set of wings was amazing in their own right, but some were simply gorgeous.
Gabriel's wings were sublime. His six wings were predominately gold, but the shade and tone changed within the wings. The top wings gleamed a brilliant gold that was so bright that it seemed that they would be seen even in complete darkness. This blinding gold faded into a worn gold, similar to old jewelry. Each feather seemed to drip with magnificence; however, it had been clear that they hadn't been maintained to perfection. Numerous feathers were misaligned, and others were bent and broken. The tips of the last wings even had dirt and dust worked in, giving the wing tips almost a caramel and speckled coloring. Nevertheless, the elegance of the wings was overwhelming and the beauty intoxicating.
Sarah thought that Balthazar's wings matched his quirky personality perfectly. His two wings were primarily silver as if he couldn't be bothered with either white or brown traditional wings. The topmost feathers sparkled with the slightest source of light. Sarah sometimes wondered if the angel ever took a can of glitter to add more brilliance to his wings… It wouldn't surprise her if the celestial did. Besides the sparkles, the entirety of both wings looked as if they had been dipped in molten silver and then slowly removed, letting them cool at different rates. The very tips seemed to pulsate with energy as if still exuding heat. Flashy, yet dangerous. But wasn't that Balthazar in a nutshell?
Sarah would never forget the first wings she saw though. Castiel's wings were something of a forlorn beauty. They were a midnight blue, several shades darker than the blue of his eyes. It was the blue that's in the easternmost part of the sky as the sun sets, a blue that held both loneliness and mystery. The midnight blue encompassed the whole wings with the exception of the feathers at the bottom. They were black. Burned. Singed… As if by hellfire. The lowermost ones were completely burnt black, yet farther up the scorched feathers faded in the healthy blue ones. If the colors of Castiel's wings didn't match his personality, then the movement of his wings certainly did. It was how he spoke with his wings. Cas had mastered keeping sadness from his face, but it wouldn't keep his wings from drooping. His wings would gain the happiness and excitement that a child did on Christmas day whenever the Winchesters showed up. The odd tilt of Cas's wings would mirror the look of confusion on his face when he didn't understand a situation or phrase.
Sarah shook her head as she passed a church with stained glass windows. The glass depictions were too idyllic. They did nothing to portray the true beauty, the true power, the true emotion that was held within an angel's wings.
