The whole world is noise. Cars, guns, riots, wars, and people... so many people.
But in the tomb, silence governs.
The drop of a pin would compare to an atomic bomb.
In this tomb, lies Alexandros.
She is not dead, she merely sleeps.
She awaits Gods orders to carry out justice on the wicked ones.
...
After Lucifer fell, and took a third of the angels with him, God saw that his beloved angels were imperfect beings. He feared they would be the destruction of humanity, and god loved the humans.
But he also loved his angels, so he could not judge them impartially.
Thus he created a protector, and named her Alexandros.
He designed her to love humans, and to protect them from deviant angels. Even her name means 'protector of the people'.
He laid her in the tomb, and told her to sleep, until the day should come when the angels turned, and the humans needed her.
That day was today.
...
The earth shakes, the walls of the tomb crumble.
Her eyes open.
She rises from her stone tablet, and disappears.
...
Sam and Dean walk along a remote dirt road.
Sam shields his eyes from the sun with his hands. "I told you to stop at the last station," he says to Dean.
"Shut up ass-face," Dean retorts. "My gauge must be busted. I thought we were fine."
"Just call Castiel already." Sam replies, exasperated.
"I tried. He didn't answer my prayer."
"NO dumbass. Call him on his cell phone." He snaps.
"Oh yeah," Dean grins stupidly. "I forgot he had one of those."
Dean pulls out his phone, and dials Castiel's number.
It rings several times, and finally "Hello?"
"Cas!" Dean smiles. "Hey buddy, we're up shit creek without a paddle. You think you could give us a hand?"
"I don't understand, what creek are you up? What happened to your paddle?" Castiel asks confusedly.
"Oh my god it's an expression" Sam shouts into the phone, over Deans shoulder. "We need your help."
Suddenly, Castiel stands before them, still holding his cell phone up to his ear. "I am here." He says into the phone.
"Yeah buddy I see that" Dean replies
"I'm hanging up now."
"You do that."
"Bye Dean."
"Bye Cas."
Castiel hangs the phone up and puts it in his pocket. "Why are you guys way out here?" He asks, with a confused puppy dog look on his face.
"Because Dean didn't listen to me." Sam replies coldly.
"Oh shut up Sammy." Dean snaps. "We were heading back from a hunt, and we ran out of gas."
"Oh. I guess you need a lift then." Castiel replies.
He begins to reach his arms for Dean and Sam to grab, but all of a sudden they fall limply to his side.
His eyes widen, and he stumbles backward.
Dean and Sam turn to see what has distracted their friend.
A woman stands before them, robed in white silk. She has gold bangles up her right arm, and a thin golden band crowns her head. Her hands are folded before her, and her waste-length blond hair swirls around her face and shoulders.
"Castiel, Angel of The Lord, you are called forth to be judged. Stand before me."
Castiel steps forward, past the brothers, and falls to his knees.
"Castiel. Your actions have been weighed in the balance, and you have been found wanting. Your punishment is destruction."
She reaches her hand out to touch Castiel on the forehead.
Before her fingers make contact, Dean grabs her wrist, and Sam seizes Castiel under his arms and drags him back away from the woman.
"Wait just a damn minute, who the hell do you think you are?!" Dean snaps.
Suddenly everything is still. She looks into Dean's eyes.
"You would speak for this angel?" She asks softly.
"Hell yes I would, as soon as you would like to tell me what I'm speaking for him...for?" He replies.
"Castiel stands accused of many crimes, the greatest of which is releasing leviathans back into a world of helpless humans. His careless actions put all of humanity in danger."
"Ok, first of all, offense taken at the whole helpless humans bit. Second, EVERYTHING Castiel did, he did FOR humans. He did the wrong things, but he did it for the right reasons. He did it for us." Dean says passionately.
The woman stands back and examines Dean's face. Then she places her free hand on his cheek. She closes her eyes, and they are both dragged into his memories.
She watches silently, as Deans entire history plays through.
They are jerked back to present, and both her hands drop to her sides.
"The witness of this human is valuable Castiel. You are exonerated. Your heart is with mankind."
Castiel steps forward. "Thank you, Alexandros. Your mercy is appreciated."
"I have no mercy Castiel. I am an advocate for humanity. Humanity has spoken for you. You have been cleared. Live in peace."
"No," Dean interrupts. "What the hell gives you the right to judge him? Who the hell are you?!"
She studies him closely before answering. "I am Alexandros. God gave me the task of protecting humans from deviant angels."
"Well it's annoying. But there are a lot of douchey angels out there, so...I guess I won't shank you. Just leave Cas out of it." Dean allows.
"Where are you staying?" Castiel asks suddenly.
"I...am not." She answers hesitantly.
"The legend says god created you as a human. Humans need a place to sleep..." He replies.
"I hadn't thought about it."
"Why don't you come to the bunker with us?" He asks.
"Uh... Cas, she just tried to off you. She is NOT staying with us." Dean says, confusedly.
"Dean, please." Cas asks.
"I...dude? Really?"
Cas cocks his head to the side, and lowers his eyebrows. "Please?"
"God. Fine ok."
"Alexandros?"
"I suppose I will need to sleep…" She replies.
Alexandros, Sam, and Dean all place their hands on Castiels arm.
They disappear, and reappear in front of the bunker. Dean blinks hard, and rubs the back of his head.
"God I hate teleporting." He says, and stomps inside.
"I'm sorry Alexandros. He is just mad at you for trying to kill me." Cas says.
"Understandable." She replies, matter-of-factly.
Sam stands in the yard, waiting.
He counts down. Three, two, one…
Dean bursts back out of the house. "Baby!"
He procures a can of gas, and grabs Cas by the collar.
"Take me back." He demands.
They vanish, and Sam stands awkwardly in front of Alexandros. "Come in, I guess?" He says
...
"Why the hell did you invite her to stay with us?" Dean growls, as he fills up the Impalas tank.
"Because, I remember what it's like to be a human in this world. Nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat, I wouldn't wish that on anyone." Cas replies.
Dean hangs his head, remembering he was part of the reason Cas had been homeless.
"Alexandros is not a bad person." Cas continues. "She was created to judge the angels, and anyone from an outside perspective would have assumed I deserved what was coming to me... Besides, she hunts deviant angels, you guys hunt monsters...she'll fit right in." He smiles.
"Ok, ok, fine. She can stay a while." Dean replies. "If she is only human, how can she kill you?"
"God gave her the ability to kill Angels. She can teleport, when she is locked onto a rogue angel. Other than that, she is pure human."
"Why?"
"Because God created her to sympathize with humanity. Who better to sympathize with a human than a human?" Cas explains.
"Guess that makes sense." Dean admits.
...
Sam sets a bowl of salad on the table, and hands a plate to Alexandros.
"Thank you." She says, as Sam scoops some lettuce onto her plate.
"No problem. What dressing do you like?" He asks.
"I don't know." She says. "I've never had any. In fact, up until just now, I've never really eaten anything."
"O...kay... I'm gonna give you ranch. That's a general favorite."
"Ok." She smiles.
She reaches down, picks up a piece of lettuce, and nibbles on it.
"I think I do like ranch." She confirms.
"I'm guessing since you don't know about ranch dressing, you are also unfamiliar with forks?" Sam asks her.
"What?"
Sam holds up his fork, and then demonstrates it's proper use. She picks up her fork, and copies flawlessly.
"Ah yes. Much more efficient." She points out. "Thank you."
"No problem" he grins awkwardly.
The front door bursts open, and Dean stomps in. He flops onto the couch, and kicks off his boots.
Alexandros wipes a bit of ranch off of her lip, and sits up strait. "You're back." She smiles. Thank you for letting me stay here. You're kindness is appreciated."
"I'm not kind." Dean replies coldly. "Cas is."
"Okay. Well, thank you nonetheless."
"You can grab the spare bedroom. Cas can have the couch since this was his idea." Dean motions toward the couch.
"Oh, I can sleep on the couch." She replies. "I don't mind. I spent six thousand years on a stone slab..."
"I don't need sleep." Cas replies. "So I don't actually need a room. Help yourself."
Sam shows Alexandros to her room, and leaves her to settle in.
She stands in front of a mirror, and mumbles to herself. "I think I will need new clothes. These do not appear to be appropriate for this time period."
She pulls off all her bangles, and her headband, and lays them on the dresser. Then she hears a gentle knock on the door.
"Hey," Dean is standing at the door, awkwardly. "I realize I may have been a little harsh before. Cas explained your job to me, and I'm a hunter, so... I kind of get it I guess. It's just, Cas is my friend..."
"I know, I saw your mind." Alexandros points out. "I understand your reaction."
"Well, anyway I brought you these." He holds out a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt. "I noticed you didn't have any luggage, and that dress doesn't look comfortable to sleep in... they'll be too big, but the pants have a drawstring-"
"Thank you!" She replies, smiling brightly.
"Goodnight." He says.
"Good night." She replies.
She shuts the door, and changes into the clothes Dean provided.
"Much better." She says to herself.
As she drifts off to sleep, she thinks about the things she saw in Deans mind.
What a dark, strange world this is.