After the Fall

Pairing: Dean/ OFC

Rating: R

Category: Au, Drama, Angst, Romance

Spoilers: Set after Season 5 of Supernatural

Summary: "…..The sons of God saw that the daughters of men were beautiful; and they took wives for themselves, whomever they chose." -Genesis 6 Verse 1 and 2



May 2008

"I had lost faith .I refused Guidance from those who offered. I've sinned against our father. I turned my back on everyone. I didn't know it'd be this way. I didn't. Father was right to punish me. He was. For centuries I've wandered aimlessly. I cannot do this any longer. I cannot exist without purpose. without love. I cannot remain fallen!"

She moved from the shadow of the room until she was standing in front of her charge.

"What do you want?"

Bagriel looked up at his savior with tears in his eyes. "Forgiveness."

She stared down into his eyes. "Are you truly repentant?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Do you accept the holy trinity?"

"With love in my heart." He whispered.

She nodded once and placed one hand on his cheek and the other on his forehead. She closed her eyes.

A bright light emanated from his forehead and he gasped from the warmth he felt fill his damned soul. The light became brighter, blindingly so He closed his eyes, giving into the feeling as the light enveloped his whole vessel and his grace returned to him.

She watched as her charge collapsed against the sofa. She sighed and lifted his legs so that he was more comfortable. There was always a feeling of completion whenever she granted a fallen their redemption. But, for some unspeakable reason, she didn't feel anything but uneasy.

The ground beneath her feet began to tremble and with a gasp, she stumbled backward. She clutched her heart as a feeling of terror overtook her.

Hell's gate has opened.

"Oh, god." She whispered. "Please, no."

May 2010

The world hadn't ended.

Grace stared up at the sky with trepidation. Lightening flashed followed by a clap of thunder. The sky opened up and heavy rain began to fall toward the ground.

"God cleansing the earth." She whispered, the words her mother would always say.

The war is over. The Angels are victorious.

She knew this to be true. She could sense it.

The wind picked up, whipping her unruly curls onto her face and blocking her vision. She pushed them away and stared down the grassy fields in front of her house. She felt the familiar tingle on the back of her neck and she shivered.

Someone was coming.

Just as soon as the thought passed through her mind, she could see someone stumbling down the path toward her home. The tingling increased ten fold and her eyes widened.

"Castiel." She whispered, and suddenly he was in front of her, holding up an unconscious man. She stumbled backward when Castiel suddenly stepped forward.

"What-" She trailed off when he looked up at her, silently asking permission into her home. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, the word no on the tip of her tongue, but it doesn't come. Her eyes strayed toward the nearly dying man and she sighed from the pain and sympathy she felt.

Silently, she turned and walked into her home, Castiel close on her heels.

"Where?" He asked her.

"Guest bedroom." She answered shortly. She made her way down a short hallway and paused at the first door on the left. She reached and opened the door, moving out of the way as Castiel stepped inside and placed his burden onto the bed.

He was barely alive, she noted. She could hear the erratic beating of his heart. "Shouldn't he be in a hospital?" She said softly.

"He will not be safe in a hospital." He replied.

She raised an eyebrow. "Who is he?"

Castiel looked down at his charge. "He is…he was Michael's vessel."

Her eyes widened in shock. "Winchester." her mind whispered. "Is he-"

"It is over." Castiel cut in flatly. He was gone and back within seconds, holding a large green duffle bag and a blue bag with the words Ohio State hospital written on it.

She frowned at him.

"Medical supplies." He explained. He tossed the bags onto the floor. "I've healed the mortal wounds so he is out of danger, and it has drained most of my energy. He still needs medical attention."

She tilted her head. "You are no longer cut off from Heaven then."

"No." He replied. "I am not. Because I was cut off for so long, it will take me time to become fully restored. " He glanced down at Dean briefly. "You can heal him."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "He looks bad."

"He will live." Castiel said with conviction. "He is strong." He stared at her for a long moment. "You have your mother's eyes." He stated and she looked away from him, feeling the immediate rush of sadness at the mention of her mother.

She glanced back at him and is unsurprised to surprised to see him watching her with a blank expression. They stared at one another for a long moment before he looked away, lifting his head as if listening to something.

"I must go."

She frowned and stepped forward. "Go?" She asked, her eyes narrowed. "Go where? You can't leave him here!" She hoped he won't disappear like he always does, but this time he doesn't.

"He ill be safe here." he said with a strange tone. "Nothing can harm him here." It's a fact that they both know is true.

"You-" She trailed off, feeling true anger. "After all of this time. You show up asking for.." She trailed off when he turned to face her, his expression hard.

"I am not asking." He said and she lowered her head in shame.

"I'm-" She trailed off as she realized Castiel was no longer there.

"Heal him Grace." She heard him whisper into her mind.

She stood in the middle of the bedroom. Her eyes slowly strayed toward her new guest who was currently bleeding on her sheets. She reached for the medical bag and stepped toward the bed.



He knew it happened moments before the knife slashed his chest. A horrible dawning realization as he watched the darkness envelop his little brother.

"Sammy no!"

He fell onto his knees, clutching his chest as blood pooled from the cut. "Sammy!"

He watched as the monster wearing his brother's face turned to him with a small smile. His eyes widened as the monster slowly leaned down to whisper into his ear.

"Sammy isn't here anymore."

Dean looked up at Satan, angry tears in his eyes.

Lucifer slowly smiled down at Dean before raising his fist.

There is nothing but Darkness afterward.

He welcomed it.