Okay, I know that I desperately need to update my other stories, but I just HAD to get this one little Supernatural fanfic out of my system, speaking its been bugging me for the last few weeks. Don't you hate all those nagging little voice that say you should totally publish a fanfic when you need to desperately update the ones you have? Yep, uhumm, that's what I've been having to deal with :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or Sam or Dean Winchester (although I really, really wish I did ;))
The Angel Issa was forcibly thrust to her knees on the cold marble floor, her arms being held firmly behind her back by Michael, his face expressionless, pitiless. Her teeth gritted in stubbornness and she gazed down at the floor in order to avoid looking into His face. Next to her, another Angel, John, was forcibly thrust to his knees as well, his arms restrained by Gabriel. He too gritted his teeth and refused to gaze into the face of the Lord, which so far, was a choice, although Issa knew that it wouldn't be for long.
"You should be ashamed of yourself, Issa." The scratchy, papery-like voice echoed throughout the hall, and Issa nodded and smiled sarcastically.
"Yeah, I know. It's always this way with me. 'Issa you should ashamed'-this and 'Issa you should be ashamed'- that," She rolled her eyes and looked away. "You'd think for a God that claims to love with a love that we mortals and petty creatures cannot hope to even begin to comprehend, that you would want your Angels to find love amongst their ranks." She saw Gabriel close his eyes and flinch out of the corner of her eye at her words. She could envision the Lord shaking his head in disappointment.
"I do, Issa, but what I don't like is my Angels making fools of themselves and of others. You don't love John here. You love Gabriel; you have always loved Gabriel, even from the very start when he came to claim you as an Angel. But you cannot have Gabriel because he has been one of the few who has made a vow of celibacy . . . that he has broken . . ." Gabriel bowed his head to the Lord, who continued. "And that he has repented from, but you and Gabriel are not the reason why you are here. You are here because I have sufficient evidence to believe that you and John have been formulating a revolt -"
"Damn right!" Issa closed her eyes and flinched when she heard John's voice ring throughout the hall as he interrupted the Lord. She felt Michael's hands tighten in warning around her arms and she was sure that Gabriel was doing the same in order to restrain the angry Angel. She smiled a small smile. Even though she had screwed over more than a few Angels, including Michael's own best friend, Gabriel, she was relieved that Michael was still an ally . . . for now.
God turned a surprised look onto John, who continued,
"The way you run things is . . . is deplorable! The plight of the mortals is worsening, decaying with every day, and yet, you sit up here and act like nothing is going on! I – we! – cannot abide by that any longer -"
"Lord, I could not allow this to continue! I knew, yes, but I had to stop him!" Issa interrupted John before he could get her into even deeper shit. She definitely disagreed with how Heaven was run, but she did not want to revolt and end up in Hell for it! "So I tried. I confronted him, told him that unless he stopped, I would bring his plan to you and he would be sent to Hell to wallow in the Pit. He became violent . . ." She then turned her eyes onto Gabriel, where they silently begged him to help her. "Gabriel heard and entered the room, where he saved me. He called in Michael and Michael came and here we are." Of course, it was nothing like that. Issa had confronted John and when it had gotten violent; Gabriel had come in and saved her, although what he found was no less damning. They had been surrounded by many demonic books that under normal circumstances could not enter Heaven since the Lucifer Riots, especially by an Angel, but by a human . . . there would have been Hell to pay, literally, and Gabriel has called Michael in for back-up, which is how they got there.
God turned his gaze onto Gabriel. "Is this true, my son?"
Gabriel gazed into Issa's pleading eyes, remembered their times together, the way her lips would feel pressed against his and how could it felt to be inside of her. He loved her then and he loved her now, as keenly as he had ever, and he could never allow her to suffer in the Maleboges, much less the Pit.
Gabriel nodded his head and turned his eyes onto God. "Yes, father, it is. I found John standing over Issa, a murderous look to his eyes." John gazed at Issa in incredulity, but God kept his eyes on Gabriel.
"Are you lying, my son?"
Without hesitation, Gabriel shook his head. "I would never lie to you father." God nodded slowly before he turned his eyes onto John, where he sighed regretfully and shook his head.
"It always breaks my heart when I have to send one of my Angels to the Pit . . . this time is no different. . ." A horrified look appeared on John's eyes and he fervently shook his head.
"No! No, my Lord, I promise I won't -"
"Goodbye John . . . I am sorry . . ." As soon as those words left his mouth, God stretched out his hand and like the plagues of Egypt quickly descending onto the mortals, a fiery crevice opened underneath John. Fire licked up from the crevice, Gabriel scrunching up his nose against the foul odor permeating from the crevice, which promptly swallowed John up. Issa sat there frozen, her eyes wide with horror at what she had just witnessed. Yes, she had heard of crevices opening that dragged Angels down into the fiery pits of Hell, but never had she actually witnessed it before.
"Issa . . ."
Issa turned her eyes back onto the ground in order to not have to look at the omnipotence that that was God. He did not reprimand her for it, nor did he demand that she look at him. For both, she was thankful.
"Issa, normally, I would let you off on a warning, for Gabriel has been so kind as to vouch for you. But . . . speaking something like this has happened before and you have been affiliated with it, I have choice but to condemn to earth . . ." Issa finally turned her eyes onto the Lord, her eyes wide with disbelief, the same look that Gabriel was now gazing at him with. ". . . I condemn you to a temporary life as a Fallen Angel." Issa let out a scream of protest which was overshadowed by Gabriel's loud words,
"Father, have mercy on her! Issa knows what she done was wrong, and she will repent for it, I swear!" God turned his attention onto his oldest son's pleading gaze, and sighed.
"Gabriel, you have been her champion since she first came here, and I should have realized that you and she would start a relationship that could never be. I would like to keep her here, Gabriel, you know that, but . . . she causes too much ill will amongst the Angels, and you know I cannot allow you to break the rules of celibacy like you did." Gabriel opened his mouth to speak, but Issa interrupted him,
"Please, Lord, I will repent for everything, I swear! I-I will go into Solitary; I will take the vows of celibacy, anything but life on earth as a Fallen! Even if it is temporary, I will do anything but that disgrace!" God smiled a small smile and slowly shook his head.
"Issa, I do not think you know what awaits you on earth . . . the life that you will have if you go there . . . the man you will meet -"
"I don't care!" She interrupted again, her eyes falling onto Gabriel's mournful ones. Both of them were at a loss for words now, neither of them wanting to leave the other. "I-I will . . ." She trailed off, tears falling down her cheeks. She shook her head, at a loss for words. "I-I will . . ." God smiled a small smile.
"Goodbye, my daughter . . . may you always have peace . . ."
Gabriel and Issa both let out a screaming yell of protest as another crevice opened up underneath Issa, swallowing her up before Gabriel could let out another yell of protest.
Sam Winchester shuffled a huge yawn and rubbed his face with his hands, desperately trying to stay awake so that he could keep his eyes on the road. They had been driving for thirteen straight hours, switching drivers every few hours or so. Dean was conked out in the seat beside him and Sam was watching the road signs for any fleabag motel that was coming up on the next exit. Stairway to Heaven was playing on the radio and Sam shot a glance at Dean as he let out a low grumble and shifted into a more comfortable position against the locked car door. Sam sighed again and turned his eyes back onto the dark road in front of him. That's when he sees it.
It starts out as a little yellowish-orange pinprick in the distance; a spot of light against an otherwise black as raven sky. Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he gazed at the strange light that seemed to grow bigger and bigger as they drew nearer to it. It was bigger than a pinprick now; it was now the size of an SUV now.
"Um . . . Dean?"
Dean let out a tired grumble as he shifted against the car door, murmuring something about wake him up when the penguins come home, but Sam wasn't listening to him. The once pinprick of light was now the size of a tank and growing bigger as it rushed at them. The sound of roaring flames could be heard as well, and Sam felt queasier as it grew closer to them.
"Dean, I really think -"
"Dammit Sam, what did I say about -"
"Dean, what the Hell is that!" Sam slammed on the brakes and the tires immediately locked, causing the car to fishtail down the black pavement as the meteor-like thing crashed to the road in front of them, making the earth tremble and shake at the force. Balls of flame went everywhere alongside bits of rubble and chunks of asphalt, and both of the men froze in their seats for a moment, glaring at what had just happened in front of them.
Dean blinked a few times before he finally spoke. When he did, his voice was monotone, his eyes unblinking. "Correct me if I'm wrong . . . but did a fucking meteor just hit the earth in front of us?" Sam nodded as he slowly licked his lips.
"Uh . . . yeah, I think one did."
Dean and Sam shared a stunned look before they scrambled out of the car, running to the smoking crater in front of them. They gazed into the hole, waiting for the smoke to clear before they gazed down into it in shock. Dean hit Sam on the shoulder repeatedly, not one of them registering that he was doing it out of stunned shock.
"S-S-Sam, is that what I think it is?" Sam nodded as they watched the naked woman sit up on her haunches in the crater, her arms moving to cover her breasts and her giant black feathered wings unfurling and stretching out to their full wingspan, trembling slightly as they stretched and then going to furl gracefully by her sides. They watched the black wings warily, noting exactly how massive they were and then how beautiful the moon pale woman sitting trembling in the crater was. Dean swallowed heavily and Sam nodded, both of them unable to take their eyes off of Issa.
"Yeah, you're seeing right . . . that woman is a Fallen Angel, Dean . . . in the fuckin' flesh."