Summary:
Raphael is vying for that top seat in heaven, and in doing so releases something that God had sealed away for good reason. On an unrelated hunt, Dean and Sam are hunting sirens who had congregated in the small town of Enlightenment. Could all these coincidences be related to the girl that Castiel had thrown into oblivion?
General Disclaimer:
Supernatural and all known characters are intellectual property belongs to Eric Kripke and Warner Brothers, because if I was Eric Kripke, why would I be writing fan-fiction. Seriously? I would so make it real.
Chapter the First:
Enlightenment, MASS-Present day
Another seedy motel of Sam's choosing. As the Impala pulled into the car park after its daily retrieval mission to the local food place ("Don't forget the PIE!" Dean yelled down the phone line.) Sam began the long walk down to Room 231. He entered to find Dean making Castiel lie on the Magic Fingers bed and was placing the quarter in. it clicked into operation and began vibrating nosily. The angel purred (weirdly.)
"Dude, don't traumatize the angel more." Sam barked at his brother, who grinned mischievously. It seemed like Castiel, like Dean, liked the sensation a little too much.
"Don't mock what you've not tried." Dean said, flicking his brother a quarter. "And anyway, I was bored, and Cas was here to amuse me."
"Dodgy." Sam shot at his brother. Sam dumped the food on the small circular table and was about to get him a beer when Cas blocked his way.
"No drinking." Cas said hotly. "I have work for the pair of you." Cas turned away from the pair of confused men and spoke Enochian inwardly to his siblings, who seemed to have answered, because of the pained expression on his face read that the answer was on its way.
"We just settled down, how can you have work for us now?" Dean asked, a frown permanently sewn into his face. He was hungry for that elusive pie and now, because of this winged fool, he won't be able to have it. Just because the civil war in heaven may become what happened down here and they had started it by torturing the first seal and killing Lilith, but it wasn't a reason to make a man not eat his pie.
"Too late." Cas murmured. "She's already on her way."
"Who?" Sam shouted just as the ground rumbled and lights began to flicker, plunging the room into total darkness. Dean slipped out his blade in anticipation for an adrenaline-fueled fight. The lights returned and a woman stood in front of Dean. He hadn't felt her presence, so she must've appeared just now. The woman was very young, barely out of the twenties with curls of luxurious black hair and had the pale complexion of a woman in the English gentry. She was the personification of illumination, the source of all enlightenment was within her mortal shell. Or not, Dean thought to himself.
"Who are you?" Sam asked, studying the woman.
"I am the one that ordered Dean Winchester's rise from perdition." The woman said so seriously that Dean had instantly known that she was a sibling of Castiel. "And I have work for both of you."
"Who are you?" Dean repeated.
"I am Ariel." The woman said. "Archangel Ariel. Do not mistake me for the little mermaid character." Dean closed his mouth when she said this, and Sam assumed that she was reading his mind. "But now, we have no time to lose, lets go." With that, Ariel clicked her fingers and they disappeared .