I am so sorry about the extremely long wait! But things have been hectic with college starting and all that. But anyway, here's the next chapter, it's more of a filler than anything, but I hope you enjoy it!
Fire and Ash.
26th of August, 2009
The moment Michael and Raphael touched down in one of their bases, the eldest archangel strode across the room, carefully laying Beth down on the dark couch and brushing the hair from her face.
"She looks just like him," Michael stated quietly, arms folded over his chest as he stared down at a sleeping Beth. "She's truly the one, isn't she?"
"So it would seem," Raphael agreed. His eyes tracing over her familiar features and long, dark hair. "I wonder if he knows."
"I believe he does," Michael stated quietly, resting his hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "He didn't do a good enough job of hiding her from us."
"The others are curious about her," Raphael said to change the topic. "They know somethings different about her, but they don't know what."
"But they have no knowledge of who she is?"
"None... though Castiel seems close to figuring it out."
"I hope not, the last thing we need is for them to form an attachment towards one another." A flash of disapproval crossed Michael's stern face. "She is vital in our plans."
"I know… we'll have to keep a close eye on her, who knows what she'll try to do to escape." Raphael turned away and crossed the short distance to the large table in the centre of the room. Michael nodded in agreement, biding his brother a short goodbye before disappearing from the room.
Raphael exhaled harshly and picked up a nearby newspaper, getting ready for what would obviously be a long wait until the dark haired girl woke up.
The first thing Beth noticed when she opened her eyes was the same, familiar park from her childhood that her, her mom and her twin used to visit whenever they had free time.
"Bethany?" a deep voice asked in surprise.
She turned around slowly, her heart thumping in her chest. Tears sprung to her eyes and she covered her mouth quickly with shaking hands.
"A-Adam?" she gasped out. Her twin nodded, smiling as he stepped closer and held his arms out. Beth quickly closed the distance between them, throwing her arms around his neck.
"It's okay," he whispered in her ear, holding her to him. Beth let out a sob, breathing in his familiar scent and clutching his shirt with desperate fingers.
"H-how is this possible? You're dead!" she exclaimed as she pulled back to stare at him, her fingers now on his shoulders, digging into the bones.
"I have no idea," Adam admitted, just as confused as his older twin. "I was just sitting here thinking and then you appeared out of nowhere… wait, you-you're not dead, right?"
"No, I… I don't remember." Beth blinked in disbelief, coming up against a wall as she tried to recall what she'd been doing before everything went dark. "I don't remember what I was doing."
"Hey, it's all right," Adam assured her. He took a hold of her wrist and guided her over to the bench a few feet away. "How's life been?"
"Lonely, dull… I-I miss you, so much," Beth told him honestly, brushing her tears away. "It's our birthday soon—only a month to go now."
"Really? How old are we gonna be?" Beth shot him a confused look—how did he not know how old they are? Upon seeing her expression, he smiled softly. "Time means nothing up her, Bethy. Years could've gone by and I'd be none the wiser."
"It's been four months. Y-you've been gone since April."
"So it's August then?"
"Yeah, it's the 26th… I think," she explained.
Adam nodded thoughtfully as he turned to look at her. "What have you been up to?"
"I've been with Sam and Dean and Bobby and Cas," she replied, her cheeks flushing lightly as flashes of her kissing the angel flickered through her mind.
"…Who?"
Before Beth could even open her mouth to reply, the flap of wings met her ears and she shot up, coming face-to-face with Michael.
"Michael," Beth gasped, staggering backwards away from his tall, imposing form.
"You've been here for long enough," the archangel told her sternly, reaching out and grabbing her arm.
"Hey! Let go of me!" Beth ordered growling as she tried to free herself.
"Beth, it's okay. You should go with him." Beth stared at Adam in disbelief, wondering why her twin was telling her to trust the angel who was trying to manipulate Dean into saying yes.
"It's time to go." Michael placed two fingers against her forehead, and a flash of light blinded her as her feet abruptly left the ground.
A deep gasp slipped past her lips as she was yanked back to consciousness. Her eyes snapped open and slowly took in the paintings on the ceiling.
"You're awake. Good," a deep voice said from her left. Beth shot up, her neck aching painfully at the sudden movement.
"Where am I?" she demanded, glancing around frantically. "Why am I here?"
"You are here because we need to keep an eye on you," Raphael explained from his seat at the table a few feet away.
"…Where is here?" she glanced around curiously.
"This is one of our bases here on earth."
Beth nodded jerkily, taking in the large table in the centre of the room and the mounds of paperwork that covered almost every inch of the surfaces available. She shifted, moving into a sitting position of the soft couch beneath her.
"Where's your brother?" she asked warily.
"Right here," the sudden voice had her jumping in surprise and almost falling off the couch as a result.
"How long are you gonna keep me here?" Beth glanced up at Michael, eyeing him closely.
"As long as it takes."
"Meaning?" she demanded, raising an eyebrow angrily.
"You will remain here until you give Raphael your consent," Michael said simply.
"That'll never happen," she hissed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Then you'll never leave." Michael shrugged carelessly.
And then the two angels disappeared, leaving her sitting there, angry and a little bit scared.
27th of August, 2009
Time seemed to pass quickly in the base, though Beth couldn't figure out how much of it had actually passed. She'd already been around the large room four times, had thrown the paper from the table only to have it reappear on the table in the same neat order and she'd also tried each of the doors but, unfortunately, none of them would budge and so she remained stuck in the large room.
And as time continued to pass, Beth only grew more and more agitated. She wanted some damn answers and she wanted them now.
"All right, listen up jackasses!" she yelled, running her hands through her hair. "I want answers right now! Michael! Raphael!"
"What do you want?" Michael snapped from behind her. She spun around and grinned mockingly. "I have stuff to do; this better be important."
"I want answers and I'm not gonna stop bugging you until you answer me."
"…Fine. If it'll get you to be quiet," he agreed and looked at her expectantly.
"Am I ever going to get to leave? Can I see Dean and Sam?" she questioned. Michael shook his head once to both questions. Beth frowned, exhaling harshly. "Can I at least get something to keep me from dying of boredom?"
Before Michael could reply, a male and a female appeared in the base, the latter clutching a wailing baby in her arms. One that had tiny black and brown wings sprouting from its back. Michael turned to them, his lips stretching into a thin line at the interruption.
"Amriel, Diniel."
"I'm sorry, archangel," the man started, lowering his head out of respect, "but Amitiel wouldn't stop crying and Archangel Raphael told us where you were… you are the only one who can calm her down."
Michael nodded and took the dark haired fledgling into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. The little angel stretched out, grabbing Michael's fingers in a vice tight grip.
"Uh… why does she have wings?" Beth asked hesitantly.
"She's a fledgling," the female angel explained, "a baby angel."
Beth nodded, surprised as she watched Michael attempt to calm the baby down. The little angel continued to wail at the top of her lungs, her cheeks bright red and her tiny fingers squeezing the life out of Michael's. The screaming went on for the next few minutes until Beth moved closer and ran a hand over her back soothingly.
"Here, let me have a go," she said gently. Michael hesitated before handing the child to her. Beth grinned down at Amitiel, bouncing the baby in her arms. "Well, Ami, are you gonna stop that crying and be a grown up about it?"
Amitiel continued crying, though she did pay some attention to Beth's words. Beth started swaying from side-to-side, humming quietly under her breath. Amitiel's wails eventually turned to sobs and them to quiets hiccups and sniffles. The baby angel may have stopped crying, but she hadn't yet calmed down fully.
Beth sighed softly at the fussy baby and racked her brain quickly for something she could sing to ease Amitiel into a slumber.
'I remember tears streaming down your face,
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light,
I remember you said "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight,'
Beth sang softly, still swaying as Amitiel started to droop against her shoulder, her wide grey eyes blinking sleepily.
'Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
'Don't you dare look out your window darling
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold onto this lullaby
Even when the music's gone
Gone.'
The adult angels were silent behind her, watching on in amazement as the human girl succeeded in getting the fledgling to fall asleep. Beth didn't noticed them, she was too busy singing to pay attention to anything else.
'Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound'
Beth glanced down, a grinning spreading across her lips as she took in the baby's peaceful face and softly twitching wings.
'Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
La La (La La)
La La (La La)
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
La La (La La)'
Amriel and Diniel shared a surprised look, no one—other than Michael and Ariel—could actually get the stubborn little Amitiel to fall asleep, and here was Beth, a simple human girl who had somehow managed to do what many others had failed.
'Just close your eyes
You'll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound...
'Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh oh oh.'
When Beth stopped singing, she turned to the adult angels to find them standing there, staring at her as though she'd grown two extra heads.
"What?" she asked self-consciously.
"No one other than Michael and Ariel can get her to stop crying," Amriel told her, shocked.
Beth blinked, surprised, but looked down and smiled softly at the fledgling, a fond look covering her face.
"Well, it looks as though you've gotten your wish," Michael told her after a few minutes of silence. At Beth's confusion, Michael smirked and continued. "You have something to keep you occupied and Amitiel has gained a surprisingly capable guardian for the time being… and she seems to like you well enough. I believe the two of you will be just fine on your own."
Michael, Amriel and Diniel then vanished from sight, leaving Beth standing there, rocking the small fledgling from side-to-side, being mindful of her tiny wings.
"Damn angels," she grumbled half-heartedly.