***I know I usually post Thursday's but I'm going early. Just one of the final three chapters right now, but the others will be posted in a few hours when it is actually Thursday!***
Vrskaandrea: I'm glad it had the impact I was going for. True about how easily Sam expelled Lucifer. In canon, Dean couldn't get rid of Michael at all, but this is my world and I'm not hurting Sam...yet.
Franki3Winchester: I loved the wings too. Thank you for commenting on Michaels protectiveness. That image was with me from the moment I conceived this story.
Malic Malic: I'm not sure when the thing about Bobby being cut with Michaels wing came from. Maybe some sub-conscious payback?
A/N: I hate endings. I never know which way to go so I have written two epilogues to this story. If you're looking for a happy-ish ending read epilogue#1 but if you want your ending a bit darker, skip straight to the next chapter. If you're not fussed at all, read both and let me know which you preferred. Either way, thanks for reading along and sticking with my crazy story. Much love S.
Epilogue #1
The girl sat alone on the swing. The lone occupant of the playground. She looked down at her feet then pushed off, sending her body flying backwards. Though it wasn't real flying, but it was the closest a human could get. She leaned back and straightened her legs once she had reached the peak of her backwards ascension, sending her plummeting back towards the ground and up again. She closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sun. Her chocolate hair streaming out behind her, catching the late afternoon rays. Her stomach flipped as her arch reversed its direction and although the seventeen year old had experienced the thrill of travelling through the Etheric plane, it was a sensation that always delighted her. Suddenly a shadow fell across her and she dropped her feet, halting her movement. She remained seated but looked at the newcomer.
"It's done." He said. "Mom fought it."
"I'd be more surprised if she didn't." Isolde said.
"She immediately cornered Michael, demanding he take her as his vessel." He informed his older sister as he sat in the swing beside her.
"And Michael...?"
"Thanked her for her offer and then put her to sleep. Dad wasn't too happy about that." Tristan smirked.
"And...Uncle Sam?" She asked almost hesitantly, looking at her sibling.
Unlike their Fathers heavenly siblings, Sam was the only one bestowed with the prefix "uncle".
"Joshua has him in the garden. Father ordered Samandreal and his garrison to guard them."
"Oh, I wish I had seen his face when he saw that place." Isolde stayed.
"I'd give my life's allowance to be there when he sees Heavens library!"
This drew a rare grin from his sister. Once their parents had been informed of 'The Prophecy', Sam had adopted a clean living lifestyle. Even after his college girlfriend was murdered, he kept to his righteous path, working with Castiels Angel brethren to research and find ways to avoid his so called destiny. While he had worked closely with many angels and even archangels he had never actually been to Heaven. It was rare that a living human soul could enter through the gates, let alone with their earthly, living body intact, but this was a rare and special occasion so Isolde, Tristan and their father had made arrangement to have their mother and uncle hidden until this event was finished. It was important to keep him safe.
Isolde closed her eyes and tilted her head to the fading sun once again. Sighing once, she opened her eyes and stood facing her brother.
"It's time to go."
She turned, not waiting for Tristan to follow but aware that he had and strode purposefully across the scorched ground. With each step she unfurled wings the colour of beaten copper, flecks of green ranging from the tones of fresh apples to deep emeralds scattered throughout.
Her brother marched one pace behind, respecting her place as eldest, stretching his own wings of pure white feathers with ice blue tips. With a single flap of their powerful wings they disappeared as they exited the gates.
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Isolde appeared on a hilltop with Tristan standing on her right hand side, this time standing shoulder to shoulder. She looked at him, mostly just to reassure herself her was there. They were stronger together. He nodded to her, signalling his readiness. To their right stood their Father, to their left, Michael.
Isolde surveyed the enemy in the valley before them and lifted her head with defiance.
"Keep to my back brother, we have work to do."
With a determined look Isolde lead the armies of Heaven into battle.
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A/N, hi! Me again. I just wanted to point out when Isolde tells Tristan to 'keep to her back' its not just an overprotective older sibling thing, its also her telling him that they watch out for each other and together they are strongest.
