DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural nor do I claim any profits from it or its characters.
Read and Review!
-:-
July 8th, 1978.
"Ceceila! Are you getting this? This could be the find of the lifetime! Our big break! Oh God, Henry this is it. The moment we will get enough footage to be taken seriously."
The small group was in chaos. Their makeshift camp was buzzing, excited voices shooting off at every corner. A man and a woman were at the cameras, pointing them at the cause of all the commotion.
The sky.
It seemed to be partially on fire, three single flames dancing in the sky. They seemed to be dancing towards them. They seemed to be... slanting. Downwards. Like they were reaching out to them. The group watched on in awe at the long streaks. "What is it? What are... they?"
The man in front simply shook his head. All the excitement from moments before had worn off, and had turned to awe. To surprise. "I don't know." He breathed, taking her hand as he did.
The man behind them kept by the cameras, making sure that everything was being recorded. This was important. This was something that couldn't be missed.
The woman let out a gasp. They were tumbling downwards, growing larger and brighter with each metre. At the last moment two of them shot back up, as if they were being pulled back up. The third, the smallest, went faster, like its life depended on it. They couldn't believe their eyes.
The man at the cameras, Henry, fell to the ground. A bright glow was shining on his two campmates, and suddenly, they were pulling at each other viciously, biting and scratching each other like animals. The truth clicked just before the ground began to shake.
All you have to do is lie together... Prepare my descent...
They were stripping each other, preparing to commit the greatest sin without even being married. Henry covered his ears, desperate to sound out the Voice, the shaking, the shrieks of pain he was making. He screwed his eyes shut fully, not trusting himself to keep them open.
He couldn't let whatever this was get to him.
Open your eyes human. Open them. I mean no harm.
Slowly, he opened them, taking a glance at the figure towering before him. He never opened them again.
-:-
On July the 6th, 1978, three lifelong friends went on a camping trip to film footage never seen before.
On July the 9th, 1978, only one was found, with two broken cameras and melted eyes.
On July the 8th, 1978, Castiel Fell from Heaven, choosing a suitable couple to house him.
-:-
Well. That's done. Not completely, but the first chapter, which I wrote in a rush BTW. In case you haven't connected the dots, the ~loved~ up couple was Gregory and Ceceila Novak (I made up Ceceila's name because I wasn't too sure what it actually was.) Who, you guessed it, were the parents of Jimmy Novak! YAY!
Why did Castiel fall? Who were the other two angels? What were they doing? Who knows? Well I do, but that's beside the point. Other chapters will be smoother, better and longer.
Read and Review for more!