Rated for: everyone, T
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, OC
Spoilers/Warning: From Season 2-3
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.
Summary: The heavenly host has a plan; they've twisted it, lost their purpose and maybe hope. Someone has to make things right again.
Author's Note: I've been ignoring this, trying to finish the fics I have in limbo. But … seeing as how nothing seems to be getting done on that end I've worked on this fic instead.
That's the name I was given.
I'm … not … …
My Father would tell me stories … of a prince from a very old and special race of mythical beings. They were strong and beautiful in their other forms. The Drakya.
They lived for a very long time, longer than a human. They had other gifts; they could hide in plain sight, like chameleons blending into their environments. They were able to travel vast distances in the blink of an eye with only a thought of where they wanted to go.
But that was a long time ago … the Drakya are all dead … returned the sands they rose from.
Except … me.