Trouble With Wings
This is going to be my first fan-fic, that I've posted anyways! It will probably be pretty long, and I have no idea how often will update it, I'll try to do so often! It takes place in the Supernatural world, no real spoilers. I've rated it T, since there will be torture scenes, blood, drinking, and cussing. I do NOT own Supernatural, Sam or Dean! I only own my OC, Rose, she is part angel, part human and my other OC, Tyler, her brother. I've changed some things, that's why some parts of my story may not relate directly to the show. This story won't really follow the show either, that's uh, about it. I'm making it up as I go! Hope you enjoy! I'm totally open to criticism! Or if you suggest I should change a part of the story, and I like it, I may do so! Thanks! ^-^
Chapter One
I woke up in a room, somewhere nearby I heard footsteps. It sounded like two guys, and they were talking to one another. Where am I? I wonder. Carefully I open my eyes, to find I'm laying in a pile of broken glass. Glass? I carefully turn my head to the right to see a busted in window.
What happened here? I question myself as I try to sit up, only to decide there's too much pain, so I lay back down. My wings feel like they're on fire. Wings? Suddenly it all comes back to me, my name is Rose, and I'm an angel. Well, not exactly, I'm a form of angel, different from the others. Nobody's really sure what i am, im like an angel in the fact i have wings and abilities. But i need to sleep, eat, drink, and the rest of all those human things. And people can see my wings, unless I wear a necklace I'd put a spell on. Oh, and normal things can hurt me, such as, well, broken glass, not just angel blades.
I rebeled from heaven, a lot like the angels Castiel, or Annie, I'd heard lots about them. And the Winchesters, the other angels liked to talk about them a lot. It sounded nice, being able to have feelings, thoughts of your own. To not be a robot soldier of Heaven. So I left. An angel named Uriel along with another angel named Kyle, my brother, have been hunting for me, for about the past week. I'd quickly ducked into, well more like broke into, a cabin in the woods, to escape them. Apparently it had worked. I was snapped out of my thoughts as a door to the left opened, slamming into my left wing, since my wings were unfurled from my back, and took up most of the tiny room.
"The Hell?" I heard him declare as he opened the door all the way, despite my hiss of pain.
"Uh.. H-hi.." I managed to blurt out before he pulled a gun out of the back of his pants, then pointed it at my face.
Uh-oh.. I backtracked trying to think of some way to explain to this hillbilly guy, who or what I was. He looked familiar, oddly enough, maybe we'd met? Though he wasn't actually all that hillbilly-ish. He has dark brown hair down to his shoulders, with brown eyes. His shirt was plaid, with a tan denim jacket over it. He wore a pair of jeans and a pair of boots. He was kinda cute, his face looked like a puppy-dogs.
His eyes then seemed to take in my wings, and my bloody appearance, then his eyes trailed up to the window that I'd busted through to get in. I probably wouldn't be winning any beauty contests at the moment.
"Who are you?" He questioned, still holding up his gun.
At this remark I heard more footsteps, great. Two humans to deal with. The second man appeared at the now open door. His eyes were the first thing I noticed, they were green, like mine. He had short spiky black hair that was a mess, a black shirt with a leather jacket on top. He wore cowboy boots and a pair of jeans. I gave the two of them a sheepish smile.
"M-my name is Rose. Look, ah, I'll just leave, okay?" I hastily said, before the long haired guy took a step closer still holding up his gun. He then looked over his shoulder giving the other guy a look before turning back to me. His demeanor obviously meant I wouldn't be going anywhere soon.
"Right, I'll.. Just stay here then..." I was to weak to push them away, much less teleport out of the room. The short haired guy stared at my wings for another second or two, before looking at my face.
"What are you?" He demanded as he pulled out a gun of his own.
"Right. Well you see, I'm doing a... Play. Right with my school-" I tried to lie.
They both scowled at me.
"No, none of that bull. You're an angel, aren't you?" The short haired guy declared.
"Well.. Not exactly." I responded.
"What do you mean, 'Not exactly' " Short haired guy asked.
I gave a small frown. How could I explain it to them? And why were they taking it so well?
"Are you... The Winchesters?" I questioned, half dodging his question, half wondering if that was why they looked so familiar.
"Yeah. So what? Just answer the damn question before I shoot you." He responded.
"Right. Okay. Okay... so I'm like an angel in the fact I have wings, and certain abilities. But I'm more like a human, I need to eat, sleep, you know. All that uh, stuff..."
"Right," Long haired guy muttered. "so why are you in Rufus's cabin?"
"Well ya see, I rebelled. I heard so many stories about Castiel and Annie, about Earth, that I left. And, heh, now they're, well, Heaven, is hunting me... So I could use a little help... And well, I've been looking for you guys.."
They both looked at each other, stunned, then back at me.
"Fine, say I believe that you actually rebelled, which most angels if you haven't noticed, don't do, then, why should we help you, if Heaven's after you?" Since he had the shorter hair, and green eyes, I guessed it was Dean, who had talked.
Who I then guessed was Sam, leaned over and whispered something to Dean. Dean nodded and after giving me a look, he left the room.
So, me and Sam were left to stare at each other. Carefully and slowly I sat up with my hands in the air beside me. I then folded in my wings, so there'd be more room, in the, well, room, though it'd hurt. A lot. After I'd sat up I heard the flapping of wings from the room Dean had gone into. Had he called an angel on me?
After about ten minutes Dean entered the room again, with someone behind him. Worried, I backed up about a foot, until my back was up against a bed. The man behind Dean had dark brown hair, that was disheveled about his head. He wore a tan trenchcoat, along with a suit jacket, with black suit pants to match, and a white shirt. Around his neck was a blue tie, that was tied on backwards. Normally I would atleast giggled at the man's tie, but since he was most likely an angel, I stayed silent.
He quickly walked into the room, past Sam and Dean and crouched down in front of me. My eyes widened, I didn't like being close to people, not to mention this close.
"Rose?" He questioned me.
"Y-yeah?" I responded meekly.
"I'm Castiel, the angels have talked about your rebellion. I just didn't think it was you.."
I stared at him for a moment. "H-have we met?" I asked with a frown
"Yes.. Although it was a long time ago.." He turned his head to look at the wall to my right.
After a moment in thought he looked back at me. He then raised his right hand and pressed two fingers to my forehead. I already knew what was going to happen before it did.
Nothing happened. Castiel lifted his fingers off my forehead, he began to frown in confusion.
"Um, other angels can't heal me, like I explained to them.. I'm not exactly a hundred percent an angel.." I muttered.
From behind Castiel, Sam and Dean had lowered their guns and put them away, realising that Castiel seemed at ease with me.
"Sam," Dean said as Castiel stood up, still staring in surprise at me. "you should grab a first aid kit."
Dean and Sam then left the room. It took them at least ten minutes to return, quite a while to just grab a first aid kit. Throughout the awkward ten minutes, Castiel just stared at me. I shifted under his bright blue eyes. When Sam and Dean returned, it seemed like they'd been fighting. Castiel moved over to the corner of the room, by the door. Dean walks over to me and crouches down, holding out a flask.
I stare at it for a moment before taking it.
"Take a sip." He tells me.
With a small frown I take the cap off the flask and take a hesitant sip. Only to realise it's water, most likely holy water. I drink a bit more from the flask, I hadn't realised I was so thirsty. I wondered how long I'd been out. I wipe my mouth with my left sleeve and put the cap back on it. Hesitantly I hand it back to Dean. He gives a small nod and steps back. He heads over to Castiel and whispers to him. Castiel gives him a look and they leave the room. I sigh. Sam comes up to me and sits down. He holds up a bottle of alcohol.
"Now, uh, I don't know if you've ever used this before, but it might burn a bit. It's to clean your wounds." He tells me.
I nod, I've never used it before, but I get what he's saying. After he had pulled the glass out of my arms, legs and some shards from my back, and puts alcohol on them, he bandages the worst of the bleeding wounds. About an hour and a half later, when he's done with my body, he then looks at my wings. He gives a slight frown. I shrug at him, unsure of how we'll get all the glass out of my feathers. We're still uneasy around each other, but I think we'll grow to like each other. He carefully reaches a hand towards my right wing, and I give him a small knowing smile.
"It's okay, I won't bite. You won't really hurt me any more than they already hurt by touching them." I tell him, slightly amused.
He gives a small nod and rubs his hand on part of my right wing. I blush, the movement feels weird, since no ones ever really touched my wings before.
He coughs to break the awkward silence. "So, uh, how old are you?" He questions. I look down at my long sleeved black and grey stripped shirt, my torn jeans and black shoes. Around my waist I'd tied my black hoodie, my shirt and hoodie both had slits I'd cut in the back, so my wings could come out.
"Technically?" I tell him, as he begins to pull out some shards of glass from my left wing, making me wince. "I don't use a vessel, so this is my actual body. It's... Complicated. But, my body is almost sixteen. While I am.. Oh.. About as old as Castiel."
He seems surprised at this. But continues to tend to my wings. After about a half hour Dean checks in on us, only to see I'm not murdering his brother, and leaves again. I yawn. I'm exhausted by this point. Sam looks at me and since I've met him, he gives a small smile.
"Tired?" He questions, confused.
"Remember? Not exactly an angel, I need sleep, just like you." I tell him with another yawn.
"I'm almost done, you can take my bed, I'll take the couch. Since this bed seems to be full of glass." He responds.
"Yeah, sorry about that... But I can't take your be-" He cuta my protests off.
"It's no problem, really." I nod, I'd only met this guy, not just a story, a few hours ago, and he was willing to give up his bed for me. What a gentleman. A few minutes later and he's done, we walk out of the room, into a living room and kitchen. Dean is sitting on the couch, he'd been talking to Castiel, who is standing nearby. When he sees us come out, he goes quiet, then clears his throat.
Sam explains to him that I'm tired, and that I'll use his bed. Dean just nods in response as I follow Sam to another room, this one is upstairs. Inside is two beds along with a closet. Sam points to the bed farthest from the door. I happily walk over to it and sit on is edge.
"They aren't the most comfortable beds, but you'll be able to get some rest." He tells me.
I only nod, to tired to respond. I feel like I'd been hit with a truck. I told up my wings behind me, more so than they were before, and lay down on my left side, so I'm facing the door. Sam stares down at me with his brown eyes for another moment, like he wants to say something.
"Night." He tells me in a whisper, almost so quiet I almost didn't catch it.
"Good nighSam." I respond as he walks over to the door. He turns out the light and shuts the door, leaving it cracks so a small amount of light spills in from the hallway. I close my eyes. Before I fall asleep I realize in the morning I'll have to find my necklace and grab my bag which must be still in the room full of glass. I sigh as I pull the old quilt on the bed around me and fall asleep.
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!
Thank you for reading it! Any suggestions will be welcome, along with criticisms! Oh, and please tell me if I made a mistake with my grammar!
I'll try to update it soon! :)
Peace out! ~DarkRedWolf12