Battlefront

Author: Cheryl W.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dean or Sam or any rights to Supernatural, nor am I making any profit from this story.

Author's Note: Since some of my wonderful readers asked for more, here's another snippet of that Universe.

Summary: AU of Season 5 - Dean's in charge of leading the heavenly army to victory.

Be warned, I changed POV to 1st person this go around but we're still perched on the same angel's shoulder.

SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN

It's unfair that the human had the capability to sneak up on me, to startle me as I knelt behind the barricade, eyed the horizon of abandoned and tossed cars, burning buildings, the smoke choking the air. After my initial surprise, I'm a little thrilled to have the chance to get so close to Dean Winchester, watch as the man kneels beside me, using binoculars to scan the horizon. It takes me a moment to realize the man is alone, is without his companions, Castiel or his brother. Looking behind, I note that there is no guardian at all watching out for the man.

"It's not safe for you.." I begin but his low bitter laugh cuts off my words and I'm treated to the human's smirk.

"That's the understatement of my life," he drawls and then he turns to me. And there is a sparkle in his green eyes…but it can't outshine what else is there in the depths: A weariness that belies his years…in earth and in hell and anguish that goes soul deep..and then some. It's the type of weariness that I've seen on the oldest of angels, the ones that have seen human souls lost, seen the Lord's love abandoned, shunned, who have fought in more battles than they can number. But the anguish, I know it is the consequences of sin, of being in the world…if not of it. For the first time, though, I know what it's like to feel for a human, to wish to ease their pain, to lift their burden.

"Any movement from the other side lately?" he asks and it reminds me how truly great his burden is, how heavily he carries it, carries the losses, each of them.

"No, they have remained hidden, biding their time for night," I report, finding it hard to pull my gaze from the human's, to not try and decipher the man further, the man that brought us to this war…and was destined by God to be the one to stop it.

"Figures. Cowards," Dean sneers and I sense the hatred in him, the need for revenge…and the self disgust, as if he just barely doesn't count himself as one of them after his time in Hell. Believes he toes a line, is much more a sinner than a saint. Then his eyes flicker to me, as if uncomfortable with my scrutiny. "I'll go and let you to your watch," he says and there's almost an apology in his words, an apology for being there, with me. And I realize he's been shunned by others of my kind, blamed and ridiculed and found unworthy to be in this fight, at their side, let alone giving orders.

As he gets up, I reach out, wrap my human hand around his hand, not wanting him to go, especially believing I abhorred his company. His eyes lance into mine, ready for confrontation and condemnation equally. "Thank you for joining me for a little while. I welcomed your company," I pointedly say, not wanting him to mistake my words for generalization when I meant his company in particular was welcome. There is a shadow in his eyes, as if testing my words, looking for a trap. Seemingly finding none, he replies, "No problem," and then I release my grip on his hand and he leaves me as quickly as he had joined me. I look at my hand, form it into a fist and reopen it, wondering how such a simple gesture, such a casual touch could bring such harsh truths to me…like how very vulnerable human flesh is, how vulnerable he is. And suddenly I don't envy Castiel's duty, realize how tremendous it has been, even before the battle truly raged. How vast it was now with battle in full force…and his charge sneaking out without him.

"Lord, I pray for brother Castiel, that he may have the strength, heart and fortitude to do his duty well," I whisper, sending the pray to heaven before I return to my watch. But I can't help but wonder if I will see Dean Winchester again.

SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN

The End or TBC?

SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN

Thanks for reading!

Have a great day!

Cheryl W.

"Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares" ~ Hebrews 13:2