Dust in the Wind

by SalvainKarnan

Supernatural AU based on 'The End'. After Dean experiences the full effects of 2014 Apocalypse, Zachariah has another trick to try and get him to sign on the dotted line. Forced to read the diary entries of his future friends, the Winchester will realise just how destructive saying "No" will be. This was a collaboration with my friend Zoe. Links for fic's art on my profile page.

11. Veni Redemptor Gentium

Veni Redemptor Gentium

December 25th 2011 AD

Dear Diary,

Today was peculiar. I know Christmas is a large event for humans, but Jesus would've been born in July. December 25th is the pagan celebration of surviving the year. We angels... no angel had even met Jesus. Americanization of holy books and events has made Christmas a confusing event for my kind... angels, ever since the Victorian era.

According to Dean, who claims he isn't actually Christian, Christmas is all about presents, alcohol and food. As a child it was about family, but he says he now celebrates it for the beer, shots and pie. He supported this by proceeding to drown himself in alcohol, and being berated by Bobby, who was equally as drunk.

Everyone was surprised when Gabriel and Balthazar walked into camp this morning carrying giant sacks. Dean immediately drew his gun, claiming that he'd go to Hell before he let the Trickster hide with us. Balthazar noticed the few mismatched decorations Dean had allowed, and then laughed, saying, "Is it really Christmas, already? Gabe, I think you've missed your queue to warn a local virgin about her holy burden."

It seems Dean had fallen prey to one of Gabriel's "lessons," so I had to stop the two of them being "Ganked." When Dean recovered from my attempt at diffusing the situation, I explained that Gabriel was an archangel and that Balthazar was an old friend and comrade. Bobby then told us to haul them into the mess hall to have a "Little heart to heart." It was actually an interrogation. Balthazar came straight out with everything, telling us that they were carrying their wings in the giant sacks and that they had been walking for nine months, trying to find me. Apparently, all the other grounded angels had either died or left with the others.

The two of them then "Moved in" to my cabin. Gabriel told me off for leaving my feathers, "Laying around all bloody." And Balthazar claimed that I was nesting. We all then talked and drank into the night. I'm only writing this now Balthazar has found himself some "Company" in another cabin, and Gabriel has gone to, "Squat a grumpy." Angels should not be human.

From,

Castiel