So I've been binge watching Supernatural the past week or so. I just finished the season eight finale and this idea popped into my head. I'm thinking of leaving it as a one-shot but we'll see what happens. Let me know if you want me to keep going. If three people say to keep going than I will. If not it will stay as a one-shot. 3 3
"Cass! Castiel!" Dean screamed as held Sam in his arms. Miles away, Castiel could still hear the whisper of dean's voice in his head. He could also hear the screams of his brothers and sisters as they fell from they only home they had ever known. The cries of absolute agony as their wings and their grace were ripped from them and burned with angel fire beyond recognition.
The mud surrounded nearly every pore of his skin. He dragged himself to his feet and stumbled out into the clearing. His wings began to droop and he could feel them begin to trail along the ground. The last time he had felt that was eons ago when he was nothing but a mere fledgling. Too weak to be able to hold up his own wings.
He could feel Sam fading as well. The life force that was so large and bright within Sam was now nothing but a mere flicker. All would take was a strong breath and Sam's life would be snuffed out like a mortal blowing out a candle. He knew if that happened though Dean's flame would also fizzle out to be nothing but smoke and that too would soon dissipate into nothing.
Maybe he could help Sam. If only he could somehow get himself up and in the air. Then he could heal Sam. He could heal Dean too. He knew exactly where they were.
Please Father let me be strong.
Father was not listening though, he knew that. Emotions swirled in his chest. The doubt and the anger and… What was that last one? It was similar to the one he had felt with Sam and dean before he became god. A brotherly feeling. A feeling that everything he had given up, everything he had lost was worth it.
Please father.
He unfurled his wings and using what was left of his strength took flight. His wings were still covered in mud but it was dry mud though so it was something he could work with. Pain raced through his muscles as feather by feather his wings where ripped from his back.
The church was in sight now. He was so close he could see the Winchesters huddled against the Impala. And then his last primary flight feather was ripped from him. Castiel started on the inevitable downward spiral towards the hard ground. At this rate he wouldn't survive the fall. Even for an angel a fall from this height would seriously injure him. Albeit as an angel it would have healed in moments but it would have still hurt. Dean's tear stained face watched a Castiel hit the branches of the oak tree before he hit the hard unforgiving ground.
A single dark black feather stained with bright red blood floated down towards the Winchesters.
"What's happening?" Sam asked through the blood stuck in his throat. Dean followed Castiel's descent and flinched when he hit the turf at a rate that was sure to leave a nasty looking dent in anyone's head. He looked further up into the sky to see bright orange light blooming from the sky above.
"The angles. They're falling." He answered his voice cracking up. Dozens of human figures fell from the sky lighting everything up as if it were day time.
Castiel had managed to drag himself to Sam by now, his shoulder and arm where at an oblique angle. Dean looked at him and took in his broken, bruised and bloody appearance.
"Fix him!" Dean screamed at Castiel. The former angle tried to reach out a hand and threw what little energy he had left into Sam, but there was nothing left in the tank. His eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out…
P.S. If you see any mistakes let me know this is un-edited.
