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Ambriel

Chapter 1

Orders from our Highers: save Dean Winchester, because only he can save us.

Castiel smiles at me, and tells me to go, and to be careful, because he's watching over me. And so I put a kiss to his cheek, tell my brother that I love him before I descend from Heaven, gripping my Grace like the life source it is and plunging into Hell.

It is a strange feeling, soaring through Hell, because it's strange knowing that you don't belong there, and knowing that you must detach yourself from all humanity or desire to save someone's already lost soul.

Just like Heaven.

And you feel as if you're becoming untouchable, because you're alone in the world of everything you're against, and you know that you can't do anything more to protect yourself from them, when they're already here.

And so as I battle my way through Hell, the years begin to feel like centuries, and each time I must grip a mangled body or engage in a fight with a Hell Hound, I swallow a shred of humanity and detach myself from the suffering. And sometimes I think of Castiel, and hope that he is thinking of me. And sometimes I look for my Father, and seek strength to be His warrior and servant, and the darkness doesn't seem so bad.

Forty years pass, and my body has been damaged and healed and damaged once more, but I find Dean Winchester. And he's so deep into Hell, and it's taken its toll on him. He uses his bare hands as he plunges into one of his own; his hands writhing through the person's stomach, making them screech in pain. And that's the scary thing, though I shall never admit it, the fact that he has burned and sliced and given as much as he has got, and for a moment I didn't recognise him as our saviour; I recognised him as one of our enemies.

Castiel had told me not to waste time, so I obediently disregarded any chance of conversation and battled my way through hordes of demons, only stopping when I am thrown into the back of Dean Winchester. He spins around and I start when his eyes flash dangerously: past any sympathy, or bravery or love. They're resigned, empty and behind the darkness I see fear.

He needn't speak, and neither do I, so I clamp my hand onto his arm and grit my teeth before unleashing an almighty scream, paralysing the demons momentarily and knocking Dean Winchester unconscious, and I begin to ascend towards Earth, my scarred wings flowing smoothly yet heavily on my back. Dean Winchester hangs loosely in my grip so I bring a gentle hand around his stomach also and will myself to move faster.

I see another light racing towards me out of the blood and darkness and I smile weakly. Castiel stops by my side and brings a hand to my cheek, silently greeting me and thanking me. I draw Dean Winchester closer into me, showing my reluctance to release him, and so my brother puts one of my arms over his shoulders and brings me more strength.

And we make it up sooner, and now I can see that everlasting bright light, and know that I'm home.

"It'll be okay, Dean Winchester, I promise you that it'll be okay."