Humanity is a beautiful thing, even with all of its faults and transgressions. The earth that humans live on is equally so, teeming with life and unpredictable ways. Looking down on this from such a high place, a kingdom among the clouds, it is easier to take in its magnificence and understand why its creation came to be. It is all perfectly imperfect.
"But, why Father? If you had the choice in making all of this, why make it so flawed?" I asked one day when I was a but a fledgling. My Father never gave me an answer, so I had no choice but to narrow my gaze and watch the happenings below. If everything was perfect, nothing surely could ever go wrong. All would be right with the world- or so I had originally perceived.
Now I look back and realize how naive I was. I have come to understand why humanity, despite all of this imperfection, is so content with the world in which it exists. The answer was there the entire time; my Father had given them free will- the ability to carve out their own destinies.
The name that was given unto me was Raenah, quite literally meaning decision and protection, which is fitting, except for the 'decision' part. As an angel we are not allowed to question the task assigned or deviate, no decision on our part at all. That is the way our Father created us- we were molded from perfection; not completely changed like humanity was, which brings us to the comparability of a marble statue, void of any emotion.
Centuries of following orders left me to finally question why we were not allowed the free will like that of our Father's other children. Our day in and day out existence was of monotony, forced into a silent and invisible vigil of humans. We are guardians; protectors of all, and yet, we are scarcely ever told to intervene. I finally doubted these instructions today; let a little bird chirp into my ear the long feared question of 'why?'
This day was glorious. The sun shone brightly, stretching its tendrils across the land and grasping anything in reach-or at least that was how it seemed for the humans inhabiting the area. Of course I was just a bystander, as silent and ignored as the shadows that clung to the ground. For me, the world was a dull, blank space, since interaction was never allowed. The exuberance of smiles and laughter were silenced and the volumes of tears and screams forgotten, blanketed by the order I was given.
I had one mission for today, and that was to keep watch over a man on the brink of death; to ensure that his passage to the kingdom was not done alone, after all, I was told he more than deserved it. It was simple to slip into the small hospital room unnoticed, nothing more than a soft breeze ushered through the door. Thousands of times this had been done, but when I rounded the corner, everything came to a halt.
On the bed lay a man hooked up to a myriad of machines. His ghost like pallor blended in with the crisp whiteness of the blankets by which he was covered, but a scattering of freckles was a blatant reminder of the days spent outside of this place. The man was young which was unfortunate in itself, but what stopped my proceedings was the person next to his bed; another man, even younger than the first, had his hands clasped around the patient's arm. He was sleeping now, but with a single look, I could tell he had been there for quite some time.
His soul was enveloped in a type of sorrow that I had never seen before. As an angel, I have unlimited knowledge of our charges, and now it seemed I was going to be taking this boy's brother away from him-the person he depended on and looked up to most in this world. I drifted closer to this boy and delved further into his soul, reading it like a piece of literature. What I saw caused me to take a step back, overwhelmed with what I had discovered. His childhood, stricken with grief and neglect of a father. Moving around place to place, with nowhere to call a home. The one thing that shone out above the rest, though, was the intense love for his brother- a man who shared the same troubled history, and was on Death's door. Death followed the youngest around like his own shadow-his mother, his girlfriend, and now his brother?
A sudden state of mind swept over me like a tidal wave, doubt creeping into every corner of my being. We were protectors of humanity; who chose that this man should die and leave behind one who solely depended on him? Why shouldn't he have the right to live out life to its fullest?
For the first time in the thousands of years of my existence, I did the unthinkable; an act so severe that the consequences would likely render me a prisoner once I returned home: I disobeyed.
Without another thought on the matter I willed myself forward, internally fighting the voice that said to turn away; to follow orders and claim this man's life force. Something within me had broken. Careful not to disturb the youngest brother I laid my palm onto the man's chest and with a burst of light, his bruised and beaten body was instantly healed. I relished in the warmth that flowed within me for but a second until suddenly I was no longer in that hospital room, reeking of death and disease, but standing before my superior.
Unable to talk or move, the voice of my eldest brother, Michael, rumbled through my ears.
"Disobedience is of the greatest sin, sister, and I see doubt has diseased your mind as well. I fear, Raenah, you do not belong here," he finished. I knew immediately what was going to happen, but I possessed not even the slightest regret. Suddenly, a blinding pain ripped through my body, and darkness swallowed me whole.
Singer Salvage Yard-Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Bobby Singer looked up to the sky from where he was working late into the night on the damaged Impala and saw the brightest star he had ever seen plummeting down to Earth.
"What in God's name...?" he said aloud, a sinking feeling washing over him. "That cannot be good."
Sioux Falls Mercy Medical Center
Sam Winchester, once overtaken by a restless sleep at his brother's bedside, awoke to a slight rustling from behind. He looked up in thinking it was a nurse coming to tend to his brother, but what stopped him was the empty bed that lay before him. His brother was gone.
Empty Field in Ellis, South Dakota
I felt like my entire being had been ripped apart, even my ebony colored wings torn to shreds with my fall. I had never dreamed that one of my brothers would cast me away from Heaven. Did my Father have a say in all of this?
As I lay here in this field all of these thoughts are erased from my mind; my home forgotten when the realization hits me that I, Raenah, angel of the Lord, have become A Fallen. I am now grounded forever- a flesh and blood human being.
So here, it is written in first person, but that changes down the line. The boys are always the most important, so they will be the most heavily written. Reviews absolutely make my day!