Authors Note: This is a really short story about an angel falling from heaven that was inspired by a shitty pickup line that someone actually said to me today. This isn't my usual style of writing but I promised bear that I'd write something Supernatural-ly and here you go! I hope you enjoy reading it, I'm a bit nervous about posting it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor am I making any money by publishing this.
did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Yes.
Spinning endlessly downwards, crying out and screaming to their brethren for help. Incomprehensible being broken down and shoved into a foreign, mindlessly understandable mold. Wings mottled, burnt, and decayed all at once. Unbelievable pain, unbearable pain coursing through a once obedient and hopeful mind. Desperate fingers reached up and tried to grasp at the stars they had once made, but only burning the tops of the appendages. Glittering, beautiful lights were now know as smoldering balls of gas.
Closer and closer the ground became.
The sound of sizzling flesh coursed through the air, miniature imprints of once magnificent wings branded their back, shoulder to shoulder. Blood flew above their vision, looking like the delicate red feathers that had once been adored.
The ground was impossibly close.
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2.
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The impact shattered their spine, broke their neck and burst their lungs. Despite the new fragility, the new vulnerability, they could not die. Laying on the hard ground, dust blowing around them, they felt true pain.
They would never recover, why would they? Nobody wanted them.
No. They wouldn't recover.
They would make all of them burn as they did.
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