Elizabeth smiled up at the pretty woman in front of her. Her name was Suriel, and she was the friend her new-found uncle had told her about.
"Elizabeth, we're just a few blocks away. Come visit us whenever," said Dean, grinning at her. The two had hit off brilliantly over the baby Sam. He ruffled her dark brown hair and bolted to the car to sooth his little brother who was crying again.
John chuckled. "You're welcome over whenever you want, Elizabeth. Suriel, take good care of her."
"Of course, John" she replied, and Elizabeth looked up at her new Guardian with wide eyes. She was blonde, with very pretty blue eyes and a very pretty voice. She was like a princess from one of her fairytale books.
John patted her on the head and left her with the woman who smiled at her kindly. "Come along, little one. Let's figure out which room you want," she said, and Elizabeth trotted behind her, her small angel stuffed toy trailing behind her.
Suriel glanced at the small toy and said, "What a pretty stuffed toy! What's his name?"
Elizabeth smiled brightly at the interest taken in her favorite stuffed toy.
"His name's Castiel. He's the Angel of Thursday. Mr. Church Man told me that he's my guardian angel, because I was born on a Thursday. Mr. Church Man said I could keep him because of my destiny. What does destiny mean, Ms. Suriel?" she replied, tilting her head in concentration when she said the big word.
"It's a very complex word, dear. Would you like some apple pie?" she said, and Elizabeth nodded enthusiastically, her five year old brain not centering on the fact that Suriel had not answered her question.
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"She asked what destiny meant, Michael."
"I'm sure she didn't mean it that way Suriel."
"Yes, and she has the most adorable stuffed angel toy. It's quite funny, really. Looks exactly like Castiel and she never goes ANYWHERE without it."
There was a brief silence on the other side of the line.
"Do you want me to come there?" he asked finally. Suriel smiled.
"You want to meet her, don't you?"
There was a silence on the other side that proved that she was right.
"Come when she turns 15. Ten years or so, and we can be sure."
The man called Michael agreed and that was that.
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That night, Elizabeth knelt near the bed while Suriel watched in amazement as she rattled off hymn after hymn. Finally, it seemed she had decided to have a nice long conversation with God.
"So, Mr. God, this is Elizabeth. Hey. Thanks for letting me meet my uncle, he's really nice. And I know already that Dean and I will be best friends. Sammy will play with us when he gets older, and we can all go and have fun together! And thanks for letting me stay with Suriel, she's very nice. She makes yummy apple pie and she likes my Castiel. Mr. God, will you say hi to the other Castiel? You know, the one who works for you? What's it like to be an angel? Are their wings nice and soft? Do you think Castiel will like me? I'm a good girl, right Mr. God? My Castiel said that you'd listen whenever I felt lonely, because in reality we are never lonely," she said, her eyes shut tight.
Suriel watched in amazement. This girl was no ordinary five year old.
"He said that you're always watching, Mr. God. He used a very big word that I don't really understand. Um….omni….omnipre…OMNIPRESENT! yeah, that was it. He said that you were that, and you'd always watch over me, because I was a good girl, and you like good girls. Do angel's like good girls too Mr God? Well, I'm sure you have to listen to all the other good children in the world, so I better get going. Its my bed time, Mr. God. I hope you have wonderful dreams! Good Night!"
Then she got up and tucked herself in.
"Good night, Suriel," she said.
Suriel smiled. "Good night, dear. Do you want me to read you a story?"
"Could you tell me the story of Lucifer's Fall tomorrow? I'm very tired today."
"Of course, dear. Good night."
"Sleep tight!"
"And don't let the bedbugs bite," finished Suriel, slowly closing the door. Once she was sure Elizabeth was asleep, she called Michael via their telekinesis.
MICHAEL!
Oh, Suriel. What's wrong?
Oh nothing! Just that Castiel has been talking to Elizabeth through that stuffed toy that looks creepily like him!
What?
I'm serious. She was spouting of stuff about HER Castiel, and how he said stuff about the Lord being Omnipresent. Five year olds have no idea what that is, Michael.
Castiel, just what do you think you're doing?
Sorry, what?
Why are you speaking to Elizabeth right now?
I don't do it purposely. She is more powerful than the two of you realize. I was watching her one night, and she just grabbed on to my grace and shoved it into that doll.
A doll that creepily looks like you.
Yes.
How long ago was this, Castiel?
A year or two. In human years.
Looks like we're going to have to speed up the plan then, Michael. Anything else you've forgotten to tell us?
She likes hymns.
Not like that Castiel.
Um…. You probably already know she can heal. Not yet powerful enough for a person though.
How much time, Castiel? How much?
Maybe 5 years. At the most.
That little, huh? Well, looks like I wait five years to pick her up then.
Sigh… alright. But I swear, Castiel, if you start rattling off angelology to her, I will kick you. You're revealing far too much, far too early.
Alright. Find a way to release me, would you?
I'll try.
And through this conversation, a little girl's destiny was decided. A little girl with big brown puppy eyes and pretty brown hair who slept a floor above where the conversation took place…. A little girl who would be known forever in Heaven and Hell as… Elizabeth.
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AN-
Hey! So how'd you like it? It's kinda short, isn't it? Hmmm.
I'm thinking of fast-forwarding the story, so the next chappie is gonna be a the actual start of the story.
So, tell me. Wasn't Elizabeth adorable? And HOW does John know Suriel? Doe he know she's an angel? And a Castiel stuffed toy. Lucky Elizabeth. I want one.
And Michael? How does Michael fit into the story? Oh, question, questions, and more questions. My oh my. Who, or what, is Elizabeth exactly?
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Love,
Misaki.