"Let go, lay to rest. We fall, we fall, we fall, we fall tot the ground." Six Weeks by Of Monsters and Men
Three months after Cassandra left to go back to Heaven….
"Cas, you're just going to have to accept she probably isn't coming back." Dean was sitting next to Castiel whilst he, Castiel and Charlie watched the news and Sam made himself a sandwich. Dean snatched up the remote and muted the TV. "I don't know what's wrong or if she's just having a temper tantrum but she isn't coming back." Castiel turned to Dean.
"She will come back. She always does, she got herself and Charlie out of Limbo. She is coming back and I will wait." The two men were still having a death glaring match when Charlie swore and tore the emote out of Dean's hands and switched the sound back on. "Look! Sam!" Dean rolled his eyes and looked back at the TV. A female news reporter was standing in the middle of a field.
"All over the world people are dropping from the sky, we don't know if this is some sort of trick, but some religious officials are saying that this is the apocalypse-" Dean shut off the Tv and sprinted for the door. He crashed out into the cold night air. Angels were dropping from the sky. Castiel pushed past him and ran off into the night. He ran through a field, dodging his falling brother and sisters with his eyes on the sky, looking for one angel in particular...
Cassandra fell, down, down, down. Her wings burnt, she could feel the feathers sizzling off in her hands. Her eyes widened, frightened, she wrapped her arms around her wings, trying to keep them together. She could see her brothers and sisters falling all around her. Samandriel reached out a hand to her and she trying to catch him but he fell faster and Cassandra lost sight of him. She twisted in the air, trying to slow her descent, when she saw them. By some miracle, she had fallen near the Winchester's bunker, and she could see Castiel running through a field that was almost underneath her, being followed by the WInchesters and Charlie, who'd taken Fred with her. When Cassandra got closer, she screamed to Castiel, letting go of her wings in the process. Most of her blue feathers, her beautiful blue feathers burnt to black ash, leaving her with nothing to make her fall any less painful. Castiel stopped when he was directly underneath her. She tried to scream at him to move, but stubborn as he was he didn't budge. He caught her, her wings having all but gone. Sam, Dean, Charlie and Fred finally caught up with the two angels. Dean saw Cassandra's wings first. "Oh God. Your wings, they're all broken." he mumbled, reaching out to touch them. Cassandra pulled away, frightened and resembling a scared animal.
"Dean. She just fell from Heaven, so please be considerate. " Castiel picked Cassandra up, her broken wings hanging limply from her back. They took her back to the bunker and gave her a room.
"C'mon Cassy, I'm sure you can move?" Charlie had been trying to coax Cassandra into moving out of her curled up position on her bed. "Thats it." Charlie reached over and pulled off Cassandra's jacket. "Shoot. Cassy what happened to you?" Cassandra's bare arms were covered in scars and her t-shirt was scorched and torn. "Guys!" Charlie hollered. Castiel was there in an eyeblink. "What happened?" he asked, surveying the white scars.
"Naomi happened." Cassandra growled, her voice low and full of anger.
"She back?" Dean drawled, leaning against the doorframe. "So we've got history repeating itself and a bunch of angels who want to kill us. Well that's just dandy. How 'bout Sam can get possessed by Lucifer again and then we'll have the whole package." Dean stomped away, leaving Cassandra to sit on the bed with her tattered and bloody wings wrapped around her. "C'mon Castiel, we should give her some privacy." Charlie grabbed Castiel's arm and marched him out of the room. Cassandra stretched out her wings and bit her lip. Their beauty was gone, now they were just broken and ruined. Falling from Heaven had severely injured her, both her legs were in a splint. She'd refused to let Castiel heal them. "Dear Dad, uh I dunno if you can hear me or if you're even still alive, but just do one thing for me. Postpone Death for three days. That's all I ask. Thanks, love Cassandra." Cassandra kicked her shoes off, slid out her jeans and curled up under the covers. After an hour of Sam and Charlie stopping Castiel from bursting right into Heaven and smiting the lot of those asshole angels, he settled with being allowed to watch over Cassandra. Dean snagged his shoulder as the angel walked away from Sam and Charlie. "Try not to scare the shit outta her when she wakes up." he said with a chuckle, then slapped Castiel on the back and wandered off, no doubt to tease Sam and Charlie about nerdiness.
