In The Beginning
It would be easy to just say God created light; hell, God was light. The truth was less dramatic. Yes, God had created this universe, and thus all of the energy within it. The rest just created itself. Oh sure, he dabbled with various worlds, which the stars themselves had made, you could say they were the canvas and he was the brush creating beautiful master works, but he wasn't the one to actually shape the worlds. It was the stars who gave him various, different, and unique shapes to work with. Stars were much like his children; or, at least he felt this way about them.
From the deaths of those very first supper-massive stars, the ones who had given themselves to the rest of the universe by spreading the first elements, he had created his Archangels. They were made of pure primordial energy and the rarest of elements. Today, relative only to himself, there were only a few possibilities that might suffice to create an archangel. UY Scuti was one such possibility, but it was too close to the Earth and it wasn't dense enough. At present, there was only a single star in the universe that was even close to being as dense as those first stars, which were now sitting at the center of every galaxy as super-massive black holes, and as luck would have it, it was also a blue supergiant. R136a1 was 165,000 light years away from his favorite world and it had no worlds of its own. It was in a cluster of other new super stars. It was only half way through its life of 4 million years though. Still, it was perfect. This chance would not come again for billions of years; if he was going to remake one of his archangels, this would be it.
R136a1 was blue and cool yet powerful and dense. It wasn't as large as UY Scuti, but he wasn't making a tall, built, warrior. No, this was exactly what he needed to recreate that stocky, dense, immovable, stubborn, messenger. It was perfectly Gabriel. Raphael would have to wait those few billion years to be remade. He floated through its corona and sank himself deeper toward its core; because he was really just the pure white hot energy equivalent of the big bang, this didn't have an affect on him or the star. Once in the depths of the core all it took was one touch; a handful of small iron atoms and it was all over. To a star, iron was a death sentence.
Within a few minutes a chain reaction was set off as the star's death was suddenly sped up and its life cut short. Hydrogen very quickly went to Helium, and its core crushed down. The Helium in turn started converting to Lithium and its core crushed down more. R136a1 sped through a process which would have taken it another 2 billion years to complete, but Chuck didn't have another 2 billion years to wait. The process got faster and faster until it caught up to the handful of iron he had placed within it.
Chuck was ready to capture some of it as the core of R136a1 collapsed and then ripped itself outward from the inside as Gamma rays erupted from its poles. That was what he was after. The intense potent light capable of burning things to ash, that was an angel's body or grace and each angel was as individual and unique as the star from which they were created. Mercury, that was cunning, quick wit; deadly in high doses. An alloy of copper and silver, bronze, to create his eyes; they would only get more beautiful with age. Atoms of gold to create those six great wings and with an added pinch of carbon his hair; it also gave him an earthy feel and the grounding element he was going to need at times. Lastly, just as he did the first time, a smathering of everything else the star had to give to create his erratic personality. When those bronze orbs of light opened and gazed back at Chuck, God smiled and said, "Welcome back son".
There was a very loud ring that echoed all around the bunker. Sam and Dean looked up at one another where they were sitting in the library. It sounded as if a massive bell had fallen from a high shelf from one of the many artifact storage rooms. They both shook their heads and Sam jokingly said, "Wow, must be one hell of an angel to ring that kind of bell".
Dean laughed with his brother just as amused, "Yeah, Chuck must be hard at work huh?", he smiled and they both went back to being engrossed in what they were doing, Sam researching banshees, and Dean looking at a site called Angel Erotica on Sam's laptop. "I'll go put it back later," he mumbled already forgetting about it.