Hey y'all, welcome to the story. This idea randomly popped into my head because for some reason, I love the archangel Michael in Supernatural and my friend on here, ka72ty, loves the archangel Gabriel, so low and behold, you get this story. How this idea came to me, no idea but I was up at two in the morning when it came so that probably explains it. All my ideas come to me late at night because that's when my brain actually works for some only God knows reason. Anyways, let's get the disclaimer over: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL! The only thing I own in this story are the two main girl characters and Hope is created by ka72ty.
Quote of the Chapter:
"I'm just looking for an angel with a broken wing."
Chapter 1: Heavenly Strangers
The fire consumed Michael; it didn't burn him but the fire heated his vessel's flesh to unbearable temperatures, making the archangel yell in agony. His brother Lucifer seemed to be going through the same torture in a cage next to him.
Michael wanted out. He wanted to be back in Heaven, where he truly belonged, next to his fellow angels. He didn't belong in this fiery pit called Hell. It was thanks to Sam Winchester he was here in the first place. Michael understood though; Sam wanted to prevent the Apocalypse. Well, he had succeeded but he had only stopped it temporarily. One day, it would happen again. Of that, Michael was sure.
"Hope! We got a new shipment in!" Faith Summers shouted.
"What books are in it?" Hope Winters inquired, walking into the room. She stared at her best friend who was digging through a box.
With a grin, Faith replied, "Supernatural."
"Yes!" Hope exclaimed, running over to stand next to Faith. "It is seasons four and five. My god, I would love to meet Dean and Sam… and preferably date Dean."
"Oh no, Dean is mine," Hope argued.
"No! I'm taller so therefore Dean can see me better. You can have psychic boy." Faith stood up, looking down at Hope. She was a few inches taller which she loved to tease her best friend about.
"Oh shut up, you idgit," Hope muttered, grabbing a box and bringing it to the back of the store. Faith followed, carrying the other box.
"You know, if I could meet any archangel, I think I would want to meet Michael," Faith admitted, putting the books on the shelf in chronological order.
"I get the feeling Michael would be kind of pompous and pushy. I would want to meet Gabriel. He seems pretty awesome," Hope said with a laugh.
"Archangel of childbirth? Yeah, that's a title; no offense to him or anything, but I think a woman angel should be in charge of that area because we're the ones that have to deal with childbirth in the first place." Faith harrumphed. "Not trying to be sexist or anything."
The two girls finished setting the books on the shelf and went to the front of the store.
"Let's go get some food. I'm starved," Hope admitted, rubbing her stomach.
"You're always hungry," Faith pointed out, grabbing her purse. "Come on; I'm in the mood for some pie."
The two girls left the store, locked it up and were about to head to the best diner in town when a groaning caught their attention.
"What was that?" Faith whispered.
"It sounded human," Hope replied quietly.
"Maybe it's Bigfoot," Faith suggested.
"Shut up," Hope muttered, lightly punching Faith on the arm. Faith grinned but it fell when there was another groan.
"What the hell?" Hope hissed as Faith pulled a gun from her purse. With surprise, Hope asked, "When did you get that?"
"I've had it for a while. I never told you because I didn't want to scare you."
"I'm honestly glad you have that. Is it loaded?"
"Yep. Let's go see what it is," Faith urged, walking towards the most recent groaning sound. Hope trudged silently behind her.
"If it's Bigfoot, we're running," Hope warned.
"Agreed." The two friends noiselessly walked through the forest, alert for anything that was going to attack them. When another groan sounded right near them, they whirled to their left. A guy was lying motionless on the ground, a nasty gash on his head next to the hairline. Blood trickled down his face like a slow moving creek. He had blonde hair and from the looks of it, he was pretty tall. He also happened to appear to be extremely handsome.
"Sir?" Faith questioned.
"Do you think he's actually injured or do you think he's faking it?" Faith asked Hope in a hushed tone.
"Why would he fake it?"
"I've seen shows where these creeps and robbers will pretend to be injured so strangers like us will help them and then they steal from us…"
"You watch way too many crime shows," Hope grumbled, rolling her eyes.
"Fine, but if we help him, and he robs us, don't say I didn't warn you," Faith admonished. The mysterious stranger had made no further sounds making the older girl curious. "Tell me he isn't dead…"
"I'm certainly not going to check by going up to him. You might be right!"
Looking around, Faith found a fallen stick on the ground and picked it up. With a 'what-the-hell' shrug, she walked over to the guy.
"You are seriously not going to poke him with a stick," Hope said incredulously. When her friend lightly poked the unconscious stranger, Hope said, "You poked him. You're as bad as Dean Winchester."
"Where do you think I got the idea from?" Faith retorted. She poked him again and this time he stirred. The two girls jumped from surprise.
"Help!" The man croaked, his eyes fluttering open. They didn't open much but just enough where he could see. Faith, going on gut instinct to help him, knelt down. She pulled out a Kleenex from her purse and gently wiped the gash on his head. He gasped once but then gritted his teeth, not making another sound.
"Who are you?" Faith asked soothingly.
"I-I don't know," he admitted.
"You don't even know your name?" Hope questioned. He shook his head.
"We'll call you Michael for now," Faith said, a small smile lighting up her face. "Just so we can say a name instead of 'stranger' or 'guy.'"
"Okay," He agreed weakly.
"Come on, we'll take you to a hospital and get that gash in your head sown up," Faith offered. She and Hope helped the man sit up. Getting him to stand was a slow process, also an agonizing one for him, and when he finally managed to stand, he blacked out again.
"Holy cow, he's heavy," Hope grunted as she Faith struggled to carry him to her car, with Faith carrying him from underneath his armpits and Hope carrying his feet. The girls giggled at their situation, and it didn't help when Faith ran backwards into a tree. The two friends could barely keep upright from laughing.
Miraculously, they made their way to Hope's car. Gently, Hope set down Michael's feet and opened the car door for Faith to get in with him. They carefully put him in, with his head resting on Faith's lap. She put another Kleenex on his bleeding head while Hope hopped into the front seat. As she pulled out of the driveway, her headlights flashed over a human body.
"F-Faith," Hope stammered. Faith looked out the windshield and blanched.
"Looks like we have another one… maybe these two know each other. Let's get him in the car too." They got out of the car and walked over to the guy. Like Michael, his head was cut up, and he was blonde as well.
"Who are you?" He mumbled. Hope and Faith glanced at each other.
"We're here to help," Hope replied, lifting him up with the help of Faith. They carried him to the car and put him in the passenger seat. Faith got in the backseat with Michael and put his head in her lap again. Hope drove out of the driveway and headed to the hospital.
"What should we name this one?" She inquired, looking at Faith in the rearview mirror.
"You name him. I named this guy."
"I'll call him Gabriel," Hope decided firmly.
"We're such Supernatural geeks," Faith said with a laugh.
"We are also completely insane," Hope added. "Here we are, two girls with two strangers in the car. I've heard horror stories about girls in our situation."
"I don't think these two mean harm. I just have a gut feeling," Faith admitted.
"Honestly, I do too," Hope agreed. They fell silent as Hope focused on the road.
That's the first chapter! I hope you liked it. Who are these two mysterious strangers? I guess you'll have to wait and see. Please review!