She tore over the city, her wings bringing her higher and higher into the black blanket of the night. She stopped when the clouds became thin, and she could barely breathe. It didn't stop the choked sob from escaping her throat. Tears streaking down her face. A whirlwind snatching at her hair.
"So you doom me, to this fate?" She screamed, it fell upon unhearing ears.
She nodded, accepting with a heavy heart. That is what she had been good at, swallowing fate. Watching as it took its hold on the world. Stealing lives away from the world of the living. Now it was her being forced away from her home, at the hand of god.
She dove, returning to earth. Her wings would be too distracting in today's world. She slipped into a convenience store, slipping rope off the shelf. The paracord wrapped painfully around her wings. In a set of three straps she tied the wings flat to her body, another two wrapping over her shoulders to support the harness.
She wiped the tears from her cheeks. Squaring her shoulders, and straightening the white clothing she had fallen in. It was stained and streaked with dirt. She would not be able to hide with the wings sticking plainly out of her shirt. She stole into the back room. Finding an old torn trenchcoat. Slipping it on, the black feathers shone through some of the holes, but it could be taken as a black t-shirt. The faded grey was stained with a red liquid, and she silently prayed it wasn't blood. That would for sure help her case of fitting in.
Two Weeks Later.
The boys sat at the dirty table, Dean stuffing his face with some kind of sandwich. He didn't even know what it was, but it was good. Sam pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead. Staring hard at the paper, the description matched the girl who had disappeared little over two weeks ago.
Little did they know she sat outside, her head buzzing with fear. If Castiel was there, she wouldn't get to share her piece. A brief recollection of the past five thousand years. She would become too angry, and it wouldn't end well. She could only do something, now was not the time to do nothing. She unstrapped the leather bindings on her wings and they slowly pushed out above her head. The black wings a dazzling display of power.
She braced her legs against the tree, pushing forward with her wings. The window snapped under the pressure. Glass cutting small slivers under her fingertips. Her wings in a relaxed position when she looked up. The brothers stood, eyes wide hands holding knives.
"Sam, Dean." She spoke softly.
"Sam, call castiel." Dean snarled, trying to hide the fear.
"Please, I don't want to break your arm." She paused, her eyes flicking between the brothers, "or worse."
"What do you want?" Sam asked, his hand slowly reaching for the phone.
"I came to tell you my story, before none hear of it." She snapped, her eyes burning into Sam's, "My name is Lailah. You would know me as the Angel of night."
"You're an angel, but you fell." Dean asked, his voice harsh, "Why do you have wings, and why can we see them."
"Because I am no angel, and I am not human." She stood, her wings tucking tightly against her back, "I am nameless. There had been five of us, we came after the angels, but before mankind. We were the warriors of heaven, now I am the last of us."
Dean gripped the blade tightly, his knees bent in a fighter's stance. Yet the woman remained unfazed, her dark blue eyes watching carefully. Her wings twitching at her sides, giving away her nervousness. She turned, her eyes focused on the window. She knew.
The phone glowed in the corner, and her eyes betrayed her anger. Only for a few seconds did they become like molten gold. The anger was soon gone, and replaced with those cold eyes. Castiel walked through the door. His blade in hand, she smiled.
"I wish I could say it was a pleasure to see you." She chuckled, a dark sound.
Her wings shook, spreading slightly. Her eyes turning even darker, as though she was ready to fight.
"How did it feel to kill your own?" She snarled, her whole body shook now.
Castiel grunted, stepping closer to the boys, "As you said before, you are no angel."
"No, I am not." She seemed to deflate, her head turning downwards.
Black hair cascaded over her side, even her wings seemed to lower. Then, a faint blue glowed from beneath the obsidian colored hair.
"But, we did trust you." She whispered.
It was smooth, like a blur as she almost floated forward. Castiel was pinned to the wall, their eyes inches from each other. Her wings wide open, she almost seemed to push him even further into the wall. She got no response, except the unwanted eye contact.
Her eyes grew soft again, and her hands fell away, "You have fallen once."
She walked swiftly away, her eyes searching the sky. Suddenly pulling out a small capsule of some sort. Pausing, she looked at the small thing with such tenderness. LIke you would a child. A long sigh escaped her mouth as she slowly turned. Placing her hand above Cas's, they seemed to stutter. Eventually she stopped the tremors from shaking her hand. She placed it gingerly in Cas's palm. He seemed shocked, but Sam and Dean had no idea what it was she gave away.
"Despite how much I distrust you Castiel, I will need help. This is a promise." She paused, her eyes flicking out the window again, "They are coming."
She nodded, placing her foot in the window sill. She had been waiting two weeks to approach them. Despite her years she couldn't describe it as anything but eternity. Too many demons had been patrolling around the area.
"What if you don't come back?" Sam whispered, his eyes still wide despite seeing an angel before.
She froze, the wind tickling her face, "Then, my dear Sam, I will be dead."
She jumped from the window to the tree, instead of taking off like last time. She gripped the leather harness in hand, dropped from the tree, and disappeared into the shadows.
The boys sat in silence before turning to their friend. An angel, who had been pinned to the wall by some girl. A girl with wings, and some serious anger problems.
"Cas, why didn't she kill you?" Sam asked, crossing his arms.
"She has sworn an oath not to kill unless forced." He replied, his eyes shifting to Dean, "I didn't fight back, she had no reason to kill me."
"Well who the hell is she?" Dean asked, his voice barking across the room.
"She's as she said." Castiel replied, placing his coat on the couch.
He seemed nonchalant but deep down he was scared as to why god had unleashed his war dog into the world. It wasn't to teach her a lesson, she knew too many. Angels were not after her, but she said someone was coming.
They all startled when the door flew open. Crowley stood there, his hands in fists at his sides. His face twisted into an angry grimace.
"Where is she?" He snarled, his eyes scanning the room.
The broken glass twinkled, almost calling to him. He smiled, a cruel cousin to the grin. Placing his hands in his pockets.
"So she did come back for you Castiel." He snorted, leaning forward and back on his feet.
Sam stepped forward, his hands open and loose, "You know her?"
"Not personally like your friend here, but there are others downstairs who are very interested in her." He replied, hands obviously clenching and unclenching in his pockets.