Chapter One: Pilot
"Fallen Angel, close your eyes
I won't let you fall tonight
Fallen Angel"
I sang, finishing the cover of the song, Fallen Angel. It was a bit ironic, considering I was a fallen angel as well. People around me clapped loudly, thoroughly pleased with my cover. A young teenager came up to my hat, giving me a big grin as he dropped in some money. I gave him a thankful nod, noticing as he stood up, he wore a 'Three Days Grace' Shirt. Chuckling inwardly to myself, I watch with a small smile as people dropped in money.
I would admit, right after my fall, I despised humanity. But now, watching people come by and drop in money, I suppose my view changed quite a bit. They were flawed, very much so, but many tried there best to make it up. Smiling I gave the people a thankful nod and gathered up my stuff. With another thankful, nod. I headed back to the shelter. Digging through my tattered beanie, I counted up the money people had dropped in. A heavy frown fell on my features, "Damn, That's not much."
Pursing my lips, I jogged my way up the shelter. Coming up to the clearing, I called out, "I'm back! and I've got money!" I froze. Red filled my vision. So much red. Distant screams filled my ears.
A figure stood slowly, making my attention snap to him. Around the figure, were a multiple of bodies, all with slit throats.
I stared at the scene in surprise. While a normal person would be horrified, I was only mildly surprised. I knew Demons were in the area, but for them to get this close too me. Something was wrong.
Backing away slightly, I put on the fearful human act, "Chris-s? W-What's going on?" I stuttered, fearfully.
The Demon stood fully, and turned, a sick, sadistic, and sinful grin on its face. My eyes flickered downward, taking note of the Demons own slit throat. Looking up again, it spoke, "What's wrong Austin? Afraid?" It asked tauntingly, its eyes turning an inky black. The black overtook the whole of its eye, and if I were human, fear would have coursed through my veins. Instead, excitement replaced what should have been that fear.
Gulping in said 'fear', I said nothing in turn. Suddenly the foul creature was in front of me. The same sick, twisted smirk growing even wider. So wide, it could've split its face in two. "Don't worry," The Demon cooed, "Your death and theirs won't be in vain." For a moment, true glee sighed through its ugly mask, "After all, you'll all be a sacrifice to our Father."
He then grasped my neck tightly, forcing me to the ground. Removing one hand and reaching behind him, the Demon then pulled out a knife. The Demon gave me one last sick smile, before preparing to 'slaughter' me.
Dropping the human façade, I sent the Demon a smirk of my own, "You chose the wrong guy to mess with, Demon."
The smirk that once marred the creatures face, dropped, giving way to a confused look.
My smirk turning to grin, I grasped the sides of the Demons face in my hands, Focusing on the Demonic soul inside, I pushed forward my Grace. A pained grimace crossed my features as I smote the Demon from existence. I watched as a bright glow emanated from the Demons eyes and mouth.
After a quick moment, Chris' body grew limp above me. I reacted quickly however, rolling his body over and placing two fingers over a vein. When I found no pulse, a forlorn expression morphed my features. Quietly, I sent a prayer to my Father-not that he would be listening-asking that all these people be sent to heaven. As I started to rise, the click of a gun made me freeze.
"Put your hands up, and turn slowly, Demon." A voice said coldly.
Deciding to play along with being a Demon, I plastered on a smirk and turned slowly.
In front of me were two men. The one on the right was tall, maybe 6'4''. He had brown hair that fell to his ears. With high cheek bones and a strong jaw, he had blue green eyes. He wore faded jeans and a flannel shirt with a tan overcoat.
The man next to him was 6'1'', and had emerald green eyes. He also had a strong jaw, though admittedly not as strong as the other mans. His hair was dirty blonde, and he had ripped jeans. He also wore a red flannel shirt with a black leather jacket.
A quick sweep through their minds told me the giant was Sam Winchester, and that the squirrel was Dean Winchester.
And a quick listen to Angel Radio told me these two would start the Apocalypse, and that they were Michael and Lucifer's true vessels.
For a split second, my bravado fell. But just as quick, it was back. Smirking, I drawled, "Well, well, well, if it isn't the Winchester's. Must be my lucky day.
Dean smirked at me, "Not quite."
Simultaneously, the two launched themselves at me. Dean had started using his gun, while Sam pulled out a knife.
The knife was odd. Covered from top to bottom were different, almost Enochian sigils. A bullet pierced my chest, making my attention snap to Dean.
I easily waved my hand, flinging Dean into a nearby wall. Turning to Sam, I flicked my wrist at him, but was thoroughly surprised when the giant merely staggered. Furrow in my eyebrows at him, I eyed him not in fear, but in curiosity.
"Yep. Your flinging trick? Doesn't work." Sam smugly stated.
Narrowing my eyes, I dug through his mind, thoroughly surprised when I found he was infected with Demon blood.
Sam rose his hand, obviously trying to 'exorcize' me. When it didn't work, he frowned.
I sent him a smug smirk, "Too bad I'm no Demon." I then appeared in front of him, my hand shooting out to touch his temple.
When skin met skin, Sam's eyes rooted back into his head and he fell to the ground unconscious. Turning to where Dean was, I found him staring at me in shock.
Sighing, I approached him, rolling my shoulders as I did. Dean sent me defiant glare, moving backwards all the while.
Stopping in front of him, I squatted down to examine him thoroughly. Humming to myself, I spoke, "So you know what I am, right?"
Dean scowled, "So, which are you? Grouchy, Sneezy, Sleepy, or Dopey?"
I let out a bark of laughter, amused he was comparing Angels to dwarves, "None of the above," I replied, still smiling in amusement.
Dean rose an eyebrow, "So what do you feathered assholes want now?"
I shrugged half heartedly, "Wouldn't know. I'm not apart of the Host anymore."
Dean rolled his eyes, "So, what? You're a Fallen Angel or something? You serve Lucifer now?"
I scowled, "Fallen? Yes. Serve, Lucifer? Father, no."
Dean gave me a surprised look. With an over dramatic sigh, I stood and turned on my heel.
Before I could leave, Dean called out, "Who the hell are you?!"
I sent him a smirk over my shoulder, "Why don't you ask the Angel on shoulder?"
And then I was gone.
