The Silken Girl

by rowasiake05

Lailah, you may recognize this name as the Angel of Conception, or Angel of the Night. She is something different altogether. She is a warrior, one of the five warriors of heaven. She is the last of them, an endling. She has been cast out of heaven, and into a vessel. Something draws her to the Winchesters, and one of the very angels who killed the four others so long ago. Destiny.

3. Chapter 3

She picked at the black feathers spread in front of her. Munching on the sandwich she had stolen. The black covering her overly bruised pale skin bugged her, but not as much as the smell. Her stomach grumbled for more but she just patted it.

"Not now pig." She giggled, despite the loss of her home she was surprisingly happy.

The cover of the tree was better at night, hiding the black wings that were now sitting stiffly against her back. Sweat building at the base of the wings. The small feathers wet with the salty liquid. Her wings twitched, and she winced. The bruising from the fall was still pretty bad. The Feathers around the area, hid the purple yellow bruises.

She couldn't stop thinking about why she was here. She hadn't been like the others, never disobeying without reason. When they fell she alone didn't become a human. She loved the human race, would die for them. She just didn't need to be with them, in their homes. The struggles her family went through. Trying to fit in with their human families. The human's knew of course. It wasn't as though you could court someone without them noticing fifteen foot appendages sticking out from beneath both shoulders. Unfortunately that's also what got them killed.

"You called?" Castiel's voice drifted through the trees.

She dropped down, the wings battering the twigs painfully. She landed on one knee, her face pale with anticipation.

"I know we are not on good terms, but I hope I can trust you." She paused, making a face like she sucked down a lemon, "Though last time that didn't end so well."

"I understand your anger, I had orders." He replied, his eyes sliding down.

She seemed to shake violently for a second. A small breath escaped her lips. Her eyes widened and turned a molten gold color. A strange smile appeared on her face, she wobbled slightly and her wings drooped.

"Why is everything so colorful?" She giggled.

She fell forward, her hands on his chest, a bubble of laughter escaping her throat. Her knees gave way as she crumpled to his feet. A small needle with a feather sticking out was in the center of her back. A black serum disappearing beneath the black feathers. It was some kind of death sleep toxin.

Castiel didn't know what to do, but he picked her up. He went so fast they appeared in the hotel room in seconds. He set her on the bed, the boys walking in. Their eyes were huge, her chest was heaving. A wheezing sound coming from deep in her lungs.