Hey, fellow Supernatural fans! Here's my official third Supernatural fanfiction! This is an idea I've had for a while, ever since I first started to think of ideas for SPN fanfics. This one's actually based off of a trilogy I've been working on making for a while, which is a SciFi story about aliens that humans had mistaken for angels for a very long time.
I hope y'all enjoy this story! Please remember to review to this chapter if you like it! I appreciate those a lot, so it'd be great to hear what you guys liked about it!
Disclaimer: All characters are made originally by Eric Kripke, the CW Network, and the team of writers who make the show of Supernatural.
Falling. Endless falling. He could not remember what exactly had happened to him that made him be caught in this infinite decent. In fact, he could not remember what he was doing before this endless plummet to nowhere. Once he raked his brain for an answer, all he could see were large, threatening eyes.
Something cold kept slapping his face, and though he had never actually felt it before, he could tell it was something called, 'wind'. He felt his civvies flapping in this 'wind', and suddenly he could feel something in his chest tighten up.
'What is this?' he thought to himself.
After a while, however, he realized what it was: fear. Fear? He was feeling fear? How was that possible? He did not have the capacity to feel such a primitive and pathetic emotion. In fact, he did not have the capacity for any emotion. More importantly, he did not have the time for such a feeling, as he was most definitely falling to his death.
First, he would have to figure out exactly where he was falling. He tried to open his eyes, but could only do so enough to see strange lights in the sky. How peculiar. His eyes were forced shut once more. He had heard stories of this so-called 'wind', but he had never thought of it to be so annoying.
He forced his eyes open again and looked up at the lights in the black sky. He then turned his head around to see where he was going to land. He was met with a very peculiar sight, something he had never seen before. Below him were tall poles that were covered in sticks and the ground was covered in something green. Were those…'plants'?
Suddenly, he realized how close he was to these 'plants'. The pathetic fear started to boil violently as his arms, legs, and wings started to flap around, trying to lessen his fall. But it was too late, and once he felt himself hit the ground, the world went dark.
Dean Winchester stepped onto his Uncle Bobby's back porch with his beer. It was a beautiful night, definitely nicer than some of the other ones they'd been having. Sioux Falls had just had an unexpected downpour of rain, which Dean guessed had to be at least fifty inches. Okay, maybe it was more like five, but…it was more than he expected.
He went down the steps of the creaky porch as his eyes scanned the old cars of his uncle's salvage yard. Dean boredly kicked at a few tires before sitting on a rusty, old car hood. He let himself rest his back on a cracked window as he stared up at the thousands of stars in the sky. They usually were able to see a lot of stars out in the countryside, but Dean thought that this had to be the most he'd seen in a while.
The mechanic's mind wandered a little bit, before he heard footsteps on the gravel next to him. Dean looked over to see his brother, Sam, walking up to him. The older man smiled and turned back up to the sky as he moved his fingers up in greeting.
"Hey," Sam greeted in a quiet mumble. The young man then hoisted himself on the car to sit next to his brother. "What're you doin' out here?"
"What? I can't sit on a car drinkin' a beer?" Dean defended.
Sam smiled as he lowered himself onto the cracked window behind him and looked up at the stars. They sat together in a pleasant silence. It was truly peaceful, sitting with each other, just listening to the leaves blow in the wind and a random owl discussing politics. Yes, nothing could be better for farm boys like themselves.
"Did you introduce yourself to that 'Jessica' girl, yet?" Dean asked after a while.
Sam looked over at his older brother as he stuttered, "W-What?"
"That girl you have a crush on! Ya know, the girl who works at the library? Or was it the Gas n' Sip?" the mechanic reminded his brother.
"I don't know who you're talking about," Sam answered as he looked away.
"Dude!" Dean chuckled. "Don't lie to me! I've seen you fumbling around her! Ya know, being the older one, I remember more things than you, and I know that whenever you fall in love, you get really stupid."
"You can shut up now."
"Did you talk to her, at least?" Dean tried, ignoring his brother's last statement. "It could even be to ask where they keep the nerd books."
Sam rolled his eyes and remained silent.
"You didn't!?" Dean waited or a response, but when he didn't receive one he continued. "Man, even at twenty-two, you're never gonna get laid if you keep this up-"
"Shut up!" Sam snapped finally and they were silent for a while longer.
Dean shifted before changing the subject. "Carl Woodrow bought the last of our elk meat."
The younger man looked over at him. "Really? Carl Woodrow?" Dean nodded. "How much did he pay, then?"
Dean looked over at his brother with a smile. "Take a guess."
"I can't guess how much that old man pays!" Sam declared as he sat up slightly.
Dean glanced forward, smile widening, he then went back to his brother and said, "Two-fifty."
The younger man's jaw dropped. "Two-fifty…?" His brother nodded again with a giant smile. "Serious?" Another nod. "Oh, my god! What!? Who pays that much for elk meat!?"
"I guess an old man who saved way too much in his life," Dean answered with a laugh. Sam laughed, as well, before leaning back on the cracked window of the old car. The older man looked over at his brother for a minute before saying, "I'm, uh, putting it in your college savings, Sammy."
Sam's eyes widened as he looked over at his older brother. "What…?"
"That's all going to your college money. Not only that, I'm…" Dean smiled. "I'm going to put three-grand in there, too." Sam sat up more. "I've been saving it for a long time, and all I need is one more moose hunt and…" His smile grew. "And I'll have that three-grand for ya."
Sam was silent for a long time before his smile erupted. "Oh, my god! Are you serious!?" Dean nodded. "You've saved me three thousand dollars!?" Another nod. "Oh, my-! I don't know what to-!" He suddenly embraced his brother in a huge hug as he whispered in his ear, "I know what you think of hugs, but I'm just gonna ignore that."
Dean smiled and returned his little brother's hug. How happy he was! Everything was going their way, for once! He had a steady job that payed well, his brother was in love, and he had finally raised enough money to allow his little brother to go to Stanford! What could go wrong?
Sam released his brother, nodded another thank you, and ran inside, probably to tell their uncle, even though he already knew. Dean watched his brother leave with the brightest smile on. How amazing!
The older man looked back up at the stars, closed his eyes, then let out a content sigh. His brother was happy and was finally going to go college. His brother…was going to go off to college…. His brother…was going to leave….
Dean's smile dropped slightly as he thought about what would happen if his brother left for Stanford. He suddenly saw himself fixing the old, rusty cars…alone, going off to hunt…alone, and sitting out on a broken car…drinking a beer…looking up at the night sky…alone. Sure, he would still have Bobby, but…he and Sam had always been together, side-by-side. He had never had a friend other than Sam. Everyone was always either afraid of him or thought he wasn't worth their time. He just never had anything in common with anyone else-
Dean was suddenly interrupted from his thoughts by a giant explosion that sounded from the sky. He looked up and instinctively shot up into a sitting position. His eyes scanned the starry night sky, seeing nothing.
Suddenly, he could see a small meteor shooting across the sky. Dean felt a small gasp erupt from his mouth and he suddenly shot off the hood of the car, accidently dropping his beer and spilling the alcohol all over the gravel. He didn't care, though, as he started to dart across the salvage yard.
Sam and Uncle Bobby ran outside and Dean could hear his uncle calling to him, "Where're ya goin', ya idjit!?"
Dean turned his head to his uncle without stopping or slowing down. "Just stay there!"
"Ugh!" Bobby growled. He then turned to his younger nephew and told him, "You got any idea where yer brother may be headin'?"
Sam shrugged. "I mean, probably to check out that loud noise, but I don't know where he would look."
Bobby shook his head before telling his nephew to come back inside with him where it was safe from lunatics like his brother.
Dean ran towards a lantern, keeping the meteor in sight. He then took out his lighter before quickly lighting it and heading towards the meteor, again. The mechanic had no idea why he wanted to follow it, he just felt like he needed to, that it was something that, if he didn't, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Dean finally found himself on a small hill, just staring up at the small meteor, and he suddenly started to realize that this meteor would be becoming a meteorite very soon. So, he kept watching the star-like blaze bolting towards him. Dean had no idea why he had stopped running as he realized how this hot thing was coming straight towards him. He should be fleeing, running in the opposite direction, scared for his life! Instead, however, he was just gaping at something that might kill him in a matter of minutes.
Suddenly, about five minutes later, with wide eyes, Dean watched as the meteor fell to the earth. Grass and soil practically exploded around it as the giant rock made its bed on Earth. Dean swallowed, star struck by what just happened to him. He had just watched something from space land on the ground. He watched as an otherworldly thing found Earth for the first time.
After a while of just being completely dazed, Dean shook his head and found himself running towards the newly made crater that was lying in his uncle's field. It took him a while, but the young mechanic finally found himself at the edge of the meteorite's freshly made bed. With an excited smile on his face, thrilled at the thought of finding a meteorite, he started to creep up the raised ground the space rock had made.
The young man then looked into the crater where an unearthly thing sat. Smoke and steam billowed and curled around a glowing object. Dean's smile dropped as he stared at the space-thing. Something was…different about this…thing.
The fog cleared away slightly and the young man could almost see what the thing was. Dean's eyes suddenly widened and his mouth dropped in shock and fear as he stared down at, not just an unearthly thing, but an unearthly creature.
Dean didn't get a good look at it, but a quick glance was all he needed before a terrified screech erupted from his mouth. He suddenly turned around and started to run away, horrified by the strange being in the crater. He could slightly make out what was in front of him, but all he could see were the memories of the terrible creature in that pit.
Visions of a blue, glowing face, thin features, frayed feathers along its back and chest, and…scars….
Dean suddenly stopped. His heart still pounded in his chest out of fear, but…he couldn't get the images of the scars and burns that littered the strange creature behind him out of his mind. Sure, it was scary and unearthly…but the thing behind him was still…a creature. He had no idea how it got here or if it was even still alive. It probably wasn't, but even so, if it woke up…it would be scared of this place…and lonely…wouldn't it? Dean suddenly couldn't help but relate to the creature: to be thrown somewhere you have no idea what it's like at or what will happen to you. And…he could relate to how terrible being alone feels.
He felt himself turn around to stare back at the newly-made crater with the strange, terrifying creature in it, a creature that society had taught him that would kill him if he went closer. Dean swallowed and took a cautious step forward. As his hesitant steps continued, he could hear a part of him screaming to run right back to Uncle Bobby's house, just forget that he saw any of this and let the thing die there. Common sense cheered the little voice on, but the young mechanic didn't listen, he couldn't listen.
'This is right, this is kind, this is good,' Dean chanted to himself. He desperately needed reassurance. He knew both Sam and Uncle Bobby would yell at him for what he was about to do, but he couldn't stop. The young man needed to help this strange creature.
He just watched an angel fall and he wasn't going to leave until he fixed its wings.
Dean suddenly found himself staring down at the unearthly creature again. It had a pale-blue face with a lion-like nose, black feathers wrapped around its head, a mane of frayed feathers gathered at its chest, a slender body that had little dots glowing fluorescently all around it, a lion-like tail, and giant, truly majestic, wings. Its fingers held dog-like claws, which scared Dean a little, but this time, he did not run. He noticed how the creature's legs looked almost exactly like a wolf's hindquarters. The creature also wore a ripped cloth that hung at its waist and wrapped around its legs. It seemed as though the cloth might have covered more of the creature's body once, but had been burned off from falling from the sky.
The young mechanic could feel fear swelling up inside of him, again, but he pushed it down by blowing out breaths that he had been holding in. Dean shifted before walking down the crater to stand right next to the creature. He suddenly realized how gigantic the thing was, it had to be ten to twelve feet tall! Dean could suddenly feel the fight-or-flight response start to kick in, but he breathed a few more times to quiet it down.
He then went up to the creature's head and looked around the field until his eyes suddenly landed on Uncle Bobby's barn that he never went into anymore. An idea came to his mind as he felt a satisfied smirk come to his face. Yes, he was going to save this possible deadly creature.
He was going to fix a fallen angel's wings.