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Demands
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So... despite that little thing up there, it's not all gonna be about Dean and Cas... mostly, but not all. It also has a lot to do with Sam/Gabriel and Michael/Adam lol Okay, this is gonna be like... I dunno, lol. It's a serious fic but it's also kind of crack-ish, okay mostly crack-ish. Sorry... Don't know exactly how to elaborate on that for ya, so...
And it's my first fic too! Yay! So don't be surprised if royally screw it up. :) So, take a chance, plunge in, and if you don't like the way I'm driving, get out of the frikkin' car, comprende?
o ― ― ― ― ― » Thunder In Our Hearts « ― ― ― ― ― o
I was Celestial. Then, I was Human. Or as close to human as any angel will ever become. I don't understand how I'd started expressing emotions or why. All I know, is that when I fell in love, I literally fell.
It wasn't a pleasant fall either. It was a fast, sickening plummet that nearly severed all my ties with Heaven. But not quite all of them. Dean calls it my "Swan Dive of Epic Proportions". I call it my last mistake.
When I relinquished my remaining grace and died as a human, I did not cease to exist. I merely... idled in a dark, nameless dememsion until some cool blast of grace ensnared me and pulled me out. I was revived but was and still am riddled with many holes.
Being back is more confusing than my downfall. I'm something different, yet something more than before. I'm not solely human, nor am I angel. I am an impossible hybrid of the two.
I'm also potential parent material.
Did that snare your attention? It certainly snared mine the first time I heard it.
Anyway, I'm stuck in this uncompromising twist of the two me's. The two sides battle incessantly inside of me, buffeting my grace, grating my still complex emotions. I didn't bother with regarding the human characteristics when I first acquired them. I was either too preoccupied with love or shame, but now, I feel quite overwhelmed by it all. I'm helpless to figure this out, tumbling through treacherous currents of confusion and the ever-present need to reverse my fall.
Dean doesn't understand. He laughs at my ignorance, finds my clueless innocence toward his references amusing. He doesn't understand what I'm going through. He also still doesn't understand how I love him so, but that's quite beside the point. These human mannerisms are difficult to interpret. I'm not at home with any of them and it's killing me. So, I cling to what little crumbs of angel I have in me. But I'm slipping. My moral anchor is letting up, letting go. I don't want it to. I'm scared.
But as I lie in the debris of the war raging inside of me, I know this: I don't know who revived me, but I know why.
Through an impulsive, desperate gesture before my death, I created something that could change everything. For all of us. Something momentous, something never done before. I'm back here and now with a more important purpose. More important than me, maybe even more important than Dean.
I harbor a special task, one necessity that, if I shall fail to meet, could destroy all of us. Humans and Celestials alike.
I've been given a gift, a delicate gift. Perhaps from God? I'm dubious, but not rejecting the possibility.
An aloft esprit. A part of me. A part of him.
Heaven personafied into a sole child.
My baby. Dean's baby.
Our baby.
Will I be able to save him if not us? I hope so. Everyone's depending on it. On me.
God help me.
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Confused? Probably. As you read more, will you get even more confused? Probably. Don't let that stop you, PLEASE. Sorry... This is just the prologue, summary thing-a-ma-jig and it's the only part in first person perspective... I think. Um, so... review? I know I'm a sucky writer but, hey, its my first story! Go easy on me? Pwease? C_C