Disclaimer:I don't own anything to do with Supernatural…unfortunately, it belongs to Eric Kripke, The CW, Warner Brothers and anyone else I might have missed out. Not making anything from this, this is just for fun. Yadda, yadda.
A/N: Okay, this is my new story, it was written for NaNoWriMo 2010, but I never got to fifty thousand words, guess I wasn't feeling it this year, also I was sick for most of November…anyways, here it is. Don't worry, I'm currently writing out another chapter for First Day of My Life and a new chapter for Castiel's Battles. I'm also in the process of writing a Christmas fic, and hopefully will have them posted up before Christmas.
Have Faith.
Prologue: Sioux Falls, South Dakota - 2035 A.D.
A girl of twenty-one years of age stands in the middle of a ruined room, which just two hours before, used to be a neatly furnished living room. Her long snow white hair blows in the wind coming from the shattered window to her left, as her electric blue eyes take in the damage.
A mass of stuffing and material, that used to belong to a pale blue corner sofa, is the main source of the damage. In front of that, are shards of broken crystal and wiring that used to belong to the small crystal chandelier that hung in the middle of the ceiling. Armchairs and table chairs have been ripped and torn from their bodies, and lie all over the once pine wooden floor, which now looks as though something huge had ripped its way out from the floor. But all that is nothing compared to the walls, which were an ice blue in colour, but now are black with soot.
Walking towards the far wall, near the adjoining kitchen, the girl sees something huge in size and shape, a darker black than the soot of the walls. Climbing over the ruined sofa, the girl sees the source of the huge dark shape on the wall; the body of a young man, with short dark hair, a tanned face and blue eyes the colour of sapphires lies behind the sofa and is situated between the two large shapes, one on the wall and one on the floor, like a pair of wings made from soot.
"NO!" The girl screams, dropping to her knees beside the man, who has a bloodied hole in his white shirt. Protruding from the hole is a long silver blade that had been plunged into the man's heart. Just as the girl starts to cry, a laugh comes from behind her. She whirls around and sees a tall African-American man standing about ten feet behind her, laughing at the sight.
"YOU!" The girl yells at the man, but he only laughs harder. "Why did you kill him?"
"He wanted to protect you." The man replies once his laughter has stopped. "Abomination!" The last word is said with malice and his dark brown eyes, almost black in colour, narrow at the girl in pure loathing.
"Killing him won't kill me, you know that Raphael." The girl replies, with equal anger. She reaches down, and pulls the blade from the young man's body, and stands up, facing the other man.
"I know." Raphael says. "That is why I am going back to a time when he never created you, and kill him before he gets the chance." The man smiles and shows a row of perfect white teeth. With that Raphael disappears from sight, leaving the girl alone with the dead body.
"I'm sorry." She says to the corpse. "I know you wouldn't approve, but Raphael has got to die!" And with that, the girl bends down, kisses the man's cold tanned forehead, removes a beige coloured trench coat and disappears, just like Raphael.