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Heaven: Final part

Chapter Summary:

Anna recalls her past and Sam and Dean understand why Castiel and Uriel want her dead. Anna recognizes Ariel from 'work' but doesn't remember her as the new and improved angel she is now. Ariel and Dean finally steal a moment for themselves

Character(s): Ariel, Dean, Sam, Ruby, Anna, Castiel, Uriel, Lucifer, Michael

Pairing(s): Eventual Dean x Ariel, Ruby x Sam, (former) Lucifer x Ariel

Warning(s): MAJOR Angst, Little bit of Crack, Angelcest??? Typical SUPERNATURAL Violence, Mild Language

A/N: I've been struggling to write this chapter since I have to write more than 3 characters than what I'm used to. Writing for Sam, Ariel and Dean is easy peasy but Ruby, Anna, Pamela, and the others are very difficult. I am publishing this chapter into two parts since I feel like that would be the easiest and because it's very long.

Also, I have no idea how Angel relationships work. They don't share the same DNA at all but only the same creator so under that, they are somewhat 'related' but not technically. Ariel and Lucifer have a strange, toxic, codependent relationship to begin with because of the bond- so I can expect them to be strange and touchy but with Michael and Ariel, she shuns it.

Please feel free to leave feedback.

Beta'd by Zoe (a friend)

Word count: 3,950+

JUNKYARD

EVENING

Immediately after she was pardoned from the duty of research, she teleported outside by a heap of cars. She placed a hand on the car for stability but it did not lessen the disorienting feeling.

'Does Dad know you're here? Better yet- Does Michael know?'

There it was again. His voice invading her mind, dominating her thoughts and pulling her into an unwanted flashback. She climbed onto a car, sitting upright before her eyes glossed over in white. It was clear these memories were being brought to the light on purpose.

The words just tumbled out of her mouth,

"They don't have to know..."

"Right, but if they caught you here without permission... You'd be in big trouble." The voice belonged to a man, none other than first of the fallen, Lucifer. The infamous archangel stepped forward out of the shadows of his domain to get a good look at Ariel. He sucked in air through his teeth, "So, how'd you find me, Little Red?"

Ariel tightened her grip on her sword; A weapon of Heaven. Michael had a Lance, Lucifer had his spear before the fall, Gabriel had his Horn of Truth, and Ariel had her Sword of Justice. Her eyes followed the corrupted angel as he circled her, taking in the sight of her armor and sword.

"Why are you dressed for war? I thought you were in Nature preservation..." Lucifer asked, appearing behind his sister and reaching down for the sword but Ariel flinched in terror. She had no idea what drew her here but it was clear her subconscious wanted her there.

The redhead trembled, her grip faltering causing her to drop the sword into his hand. Why couldn't she speak? She had so much to say, but now it was as if all the words had been stolen from her lips.

Her other half sighed at her display of terror, "Ariel, I'd never hurt you... You know that right?" Lucifer wrapped his fingers around the hilt of her blade, striking it into the concrete before taking her head in his hands. He dragged his calloused thumbs over her cheeks, forcing her to look up at him.

Ariel squeezed her eyes shut, slightly pulling away from him but he only held her head tighter as if he wanted to crush it- but that wasn't his intent. Right? He dug his fingertips into the sides of her head, unsure of what he truly wanted from her. She hadn't spoken and seeing her look up to him with vulnerable eyes, it made him itch.

Instinctually closing the gap between them, Lucifer could now feel her vessel's breath hitting his chin and it bothered him. Why did it bother him? He watched her tongue run over her pink lips, prompting him to do the same to his. His grip tightened.

They stood like this for a while before Ariel finally found the words to say, "Why did you hurt me?" She spoke softly, almost like a hushed whisper but in the empty room, it was loud.

"Because you hurt me," Lucifer's response was quick and didn't take him long to come up with. He didn't expect the truth to come out, usually, it would have been a snarky reply coated in lies.

Ariel looked away at this response, shaking her head. "Because I didn't agree with your rebellion?" She queried, placing her hands over his to pry him from herself but he was stronger; Always.

"Because we were in it together- you were made for me- not for humans- not for him." Lucifer's tone gradually went from soft to passive-aggressive. He snaked his hands up into her hair, gripping it. A small groan erupted from Ariel's throat, earning her a wolfish grin from Lucifer.

"I was created to serve God. If he tells me to love humans more than anything... I will."

"And if he told you to kill me? Would you do it?"

"Blasphemy."

The youngest raised her hand to his forearm, gripping it. She ran her thumb over his ivory skin, realizing the Mark was gone. Ariel locked eyes with him.

"Who did you give it to? What poor soul said yes to that monstrosity?"

Lucifer loosened his hold on the woman, glancing at his forearm as his mouth curved into a sheepish grin.

Ariel searched his eyes, "Why can't we go somewhere else? We can leave, go to the other side of the universe, far away from earth, Heaven..." Her voice broke near the end as her eyes started to well up with tears.

Lucifer's eyes snapped back to her azure one's, watching the tears fall over the precipice and down her red cheeks.

This was the first time he had ever looked into her eyes and saw both fear and love.

Lucifer vanished, leaving Ariel all alone.

"Not now, Red..." Being the last thing she heard.

JUNKYARD

NIGHT

The sound of the impala slamming caused Ariel to flinch, yanking her out of whatever the hell that was. Ariel blinked hard, feeling something wet drip onto her exposed cleavage. She had been crying.

What was the purpose of these flashbacks? It made her think of how Lucifer dealt with being alone for billions of years. What if all he had were memories too?

"Hey, Red. Are you done giving me the silent treatment?" Dean's gruff voice came from behind her, his boots scuffing against the rocks. Once he was closer, he repeated himself thinking that maybe she hadn't heard him. "Ariel?"

Ariel stared at the stars in the sky, wondering when night had fallen. When her human approached her, she stretched out her wings, beckoning him to take his rightful place by her side. She drew in her wings once he did and wrapped them around her and Dean; It was instinctual.

"I wasn't ignoring you. I was afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

Ariel chose not to respond.

Dean glanced over his shoulder at her large raven wing, encompassing his figure. He missed this warm feeling, but that was something he would never admit aloud.

The hunter parted his lips, "So, do i have to ask?" He quizzed.

"Did i really torture angels and kill innocent humans? Yes. Did I have a choice? No." Ariel replied shortly and reclined back on the windshield. She missed watching the universe, watching comets pass by, and wishing that were her. She had that chance, but now it's gone.

What did she really want?

Dean caught a glimpse of her moving in his peripheral, turning to see what exactly she was doing. A despondent smile appeared on his lips as he joined her in stargazing. 'We haven't done this in a while.' He thought. One hand propped up his head while the hand closest to Ariel remained at his side, itching to hold hers.

"I can relate."

There was a beat.

Ariel wasn't sure what to respond with so she changed the subject, "Have you decided whether or not I'm on your side?" Her voice was soft, quiet.

The question was abrupt and honestly, he hadn't thought that she heard Pamela; He forgot about her super hearing.

Dean raised a brow, "I never doubted you, why start now?"

Ariel sat up on her side, facing Dean. Her wings draped over the sides of the hood like a warm blanket, obstructing part of the moonlight that illuminated half of Dean's face. Dean could feel her shifting, causing the hunk of metal beneath them to creak. He turned his head catching her eyes boring holes into his chest.

The corners of Dean's mouth quirked up into a coy smile, "What is it?"

"Nothing," She whispered.

The hunter's smile faltered as recognition dawned on his face, "What?" He could tell something was bothering her. Dean came to an upright position as he watched her carefully.

Ariel turned her body, her feet dangling off the hood of the car. It was hard, being resurrected, hunted, and exiled from your home. She sucked in a sharp breath before letting out a cheerless chuckle, "I've only been alive for 36 hours... and I don't miss this." She gestured to the sky and to her vessel's heart, "And despite how hard I protested against Anna, I feel as if I'm no different than Lucifer..."

There was silence.

Dean wasn't sure what to say. The weight of her emotions overwhelmed him and triggered his own. Eyes darting between the ground and Ariel, Dean cleared his throat, "Nah..." He shook his head in disagreement. "You're better than him..."

Ariel snorted, "Am I really? I burned out Pamela's eyes. I tortured poor angels who just wanted freedom...I murdered thousands of innocent humans- How is that any different than him?" She paused and slid down off of the car, "I punched Uriel in the face."

Dean followed suit, sliding down after her. "Yeah, well Uriel a dick. So-" He held out his arms as if it were obvious.

Ariel folded her arms over her bosom, "Repeatedly, Dean."

"He deserved it." Dean argued.

The archangel scoffed, "That's not an excuse, Dean. I could've found some other way to get rid of him like Anna did. She's good. You deserve someone like her..."

Those words felt like a punch in the gut.

"If this was all too much for you- the fighting, hiding... I mean-" He slid his hands into his jacket pockets, "Just stay in Heaven, save yourself all the damn grief- No one was judging you there... Hell, why even fall in the first place?"

It irked Dean that Ariel repeatedly beat herself up and thought so lowly of herself. How could someone so bright feel so gloomy? She deserved better, she deserved the world, but Dean, he felt like he deserved all the heat.

"I fell because Heaven caused me grief... to either be locked away in fear or- or out here... fighting demons, killing Sam and Anna." Ariel pointed toward the house once she mentioned Sam and Anna. She placed a hand on Dean's sternum,

"I'm tired, Dean. What if i just give in?"

"What?"

"You give in and then what? Me and Sam have to kill you? Do i have to watch you murder the world- Ariel... I know you're tired but maybe there's some other way."

The jaded man shook his head, tenderly wrapping his fingers around her wrist and palm. Dean raised his other hand to her face and tilted her head up so he could properly get a good look at her, "Now you may have this... darkness or whatever you wanna call it, inside you... but it isn't you. So, if you doing all of those things make you think you're Lucifer- then what would you think of me?"

A line appeared between her brows as she absorbed Dean's words. He was right, there was a difference, a big difference. She had Dean Winchester. Ariel parted her lips and drew in a short breath as if she were going to speak but was cut off by the sound of Sam's voice.

"Hey," Sam shouted from across the lot.

Ariel moved away from Dean and smiled softly at Sam. 'Impeccable timing,' She thought as she gave him a once over. Dean immediately lowered his hands and turned to face Sam, clearing his throat, "Hey, uh- Did you find something?"

"Yeah, think so. Come take a look," Sam nodded his head over to the house and pivoted, leading the disheveled duo back to the house.

BOBBY'S LIBRARY - NIGHT

The sound of the front door opening caught the attention of Ruby and Anna. They were standing near the desk, hovering the map on Bobby's desk.

Anna turned toward the trio, catching a glimpse of Ariel's outstretched wings as if she were taunting. Was she taunting?

Ariel tilted her head, wearing an inscrutable grimace as she gazed at Anna who was sharing the same look. It was obvious Anna still held some resentment toward Ariel but what could she do about it? It wasn't like she could fight an archangel and win.

Ariel scrutinized the lesser angel, "Hello." Her hello was abrasive.

"I don't trust her." Anna challenged, folding her arms over her chest.

Ariel was taken aback by this statement. Why did Anna insist on causing trouble? She was being honest earlier, if she wanted to kill her, she would have. The superior angel set her eyes on the human, raising a brow in offense, waiting for her to say more.

Anna withdrew a sharp breath, "I don't think she should be here." She gestured to the ginger angel who was currently standing across from her and in between the Winchester brothers.

"Anna, she stays and Ariel no weird-angel-superiority thing," Dean nagged.

"I just want to help find HE grace. Maybe we can get to that if she stopped being so prejudiced," Ariel hissed. She set both hands on the table and leaned over the map, waiting for Sam to expound on what he found but before he could start, Anna also set her palms on the wooden bureau.

"Guys...we don't have the time," Ruby murmured.

Cutting it dangerously close, Anna leaned closer to Ariel's face, "Prejudice? Excuse me for fearing for my life. Last I remembered- you took them, not saved them." She sneered at the archangel, begging for a fight, tempting Ariel into showing her 'true self.'

"Anna, the Winchesters..." Ariel's eyes darted between the boys and Ruby before she decided to add the demon, "...and Ruby are my top priority. My grace is being contained in Heaven along with my two angry big brothers while yours is here on earth and easy to retrieve. If she can't be civil then I will just remove myself from the equation."

The redhead stretched for her black trenchcoat and swiveled on her feet, retreating upstairs.

Dean kept quiet, remembering his conversation outside with Ariel.

"Elle-" Sam held up his hands, watching as she walked away. He let out a sigh of frustration, "Let's just- Okay... So." The tall hunter cleared his throat, "So, Union, Kentucky. Found some accounts of a local miracle."

Dean glanced over at Anna before returning his full attention to Sam. "Yeah? He inquired.

"Yeah. In '85 there was an empty field outside of town. Six months later, there's a full-grown oak. They say it looks a century old at least." Sam looked around the table as he spoke, making sure everyone was listening.

Dean glanced at Anna, "Anna, what do you think?" He tapped his fingers on the desk.

"The grace." Anna returned Dean's gaze with wide eyes, "Where it hit, it could have done something like that, easy."

Dean's forehead puckered at the thought of the oak tree, he briefly looked at the ceiling before pursing his lips and speaking up. "So grace ground zero-- It's not destruction. It's..."

Anna spoke over Dean, "Pure creation."

At that moment everyone took a second to process this information, eyes darting between each other before Dean straightened. "Alright, let's pack and hit the road. I'll check on grumpy."

Half of the group scattered, grabbing their respective items before exiting the house and passing by Ariel who now sat on the steps in the hallway. Sam and Ruby were the first ones to the car, while Dean had gone to the basement to get more rocksalt. Anna was in the bathroom.

Ariel stared blankly at the dark spot in the wood, the sound of her blood surging through her veins filled her ears. She sat there for a while, disassociated from the outside world until Dean's hand landed on hers.

Just coming out of the bathroom, Anna stood quietly at the top of the steps, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Dean chuckled, "Did I lose you there?" A doleful smile tugged at his lips. "C'mon, Let's get moving we found where her grace might be and-"

Ariel pulled her hand away to help her stand up, grabbing onto the banister for support. "Maybe, I should go ahead in case it's not there or it's a trap... they know we're looking for her grace"

"No.." Dean shook his head, taking his leave with Ariel close behind. Once they were outside on the porch he turned around so he could finalize his statement, " The last time those two showed up... Look, you aren't splitting from the group. I'm sorry."

The righteous man resumed his travels down the gravel path that led to the garage and Baby.

"Dean..." Ariel started, stepping down to the last step and pulling at the duffle bag strapped over his shoulder. "Dean, just listen. It will save time... We can't afford to lose time because of fear or ridiculous feelings. I could contain her grace and bring it back... safe and sound." She pleaded her case, wrapping her fingers around the thick strap of the bag, slowly removing it from his body.

Dean shrugged her off. Ridiculous feelings? How could she say that to him? It was as if everything he said earlier went into one ear and out of the other. It was obvious that he cared for her, that he loved her. Why couldn't she just accept that he didn't want to lose her again?

"No.." He repeated again, starting for the garage.

The crunch of his boots on the gravel caused Ariel's nose to scrunch up. She parted her lips to speak but Dean sensed this and cut her off, "I don't want you going off alone." He grumbled.

"You don't trust me." Ariel hastily followed after the eldest Winchester, her heels scuffing against the rocks. "I thought you would never doubt me," She murmured with her arms stiff at her sides.

Anna stood at the front door now, quieting her breath.

Dean immediately whipped around at her absurd accusations, anger flashing in his eyes as he stepped over to her and covered the large distance between them in a short amount of time. He glared at his angel, "You've been alive for one day now. If you want to go on your one-woman mission to save the day with zero back-up, be my guest." The hunter pivoted on his heel but stopped mid-turn when Ariel snatched his wrist.

Ariel tried pulling him closer but he resisted her, "Dean, please. Be rational. I'm the strongest player. I have wings-"

The frustrated hunter yanked his wrist away, his head snapping back in Ariel's direction, "Exactly!" Dean shouted, his voice carrying through the air and grabbing Sam's attention.

Mindful of his volume and temper the hunter let out a shaky breath before taking a deep one. "You are our strongest piece on the board. I can't afford to lose you. So, get in the car." He made deliberate eye contact with her so she understood he didn't want to hear anything else.

Ariel let her hands fall at her sides, wondering what it was she had said that made him upset like this. She brushed past him, bumping his shoulder and strutting angrily over to the car.

Once he heard the car door squeak open and slam shut, he carded his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh. He drew his gun instinctively and whipped around, but lowered his firearm once he saw it was Anna. "I thought you were in the car," Dean breathed.

"No, I had to use the bathroom. Y' know... humanly things," Anna joked, giving Dean a small nudge.

Dean laughed and rubbed where she nudged him and nodded his head toward the garage, "Ready?"

Anna gave him a curt nod, "What was all that about?" She questioned.

The hunter's brows snapped together. He thought she was using the bathroom, so what did she mean? He glanced at her and just started for the car again. He hoisted the strap on his shoulder, resting his palm on the side of the bag.

Anna followed the man and made a mental note to just leave it alone. It was apparent he wasn't up for questioning and after essentially coming after his- whatever she was, it made him wary of her. She pursed her lips, "If you need help-"

"Listen, Anna... You're a very nice girl and everything," Dean slid his fingers over the door handle and popped it but not before concluding his statement. "Let's just focus on getting your grace back. Okay?" Climbing into the car, he slammed the door shut and peeled off the duffle, sliding it in the middle of the long bench seat.

Not long after Anna climbed in on the passenger side, Ruby the demon separating the two angels.

IMPALA

NIGHT

Dean caught a glimpse of Ariel's sapphire orbs glistening in the moonlight that peeked through the driver's side windows. He flashed her a wistful smile before turning over the engine and shifting into gear. "Alright, keep all arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times-" He grinned at his joke, looking over to Sam to see his brother giving him the bitch face.

"Really?" Sam questioned.

Dean held a hand up as he pulled out of the garage, "What?" He drove down the driveway through the junkyard and then out onto the highway.

Sam shook his head laughing at his brother's nonsense. Dean grinned and pushed play on the radio and turned it down low in case it bothered the girls who sat quietly in the back.

Ruby peeked at the archangel as she shifted in her seat to get more comfortable. "So, you know Lucifer?" She whispered as the A/C blasting plus the low music made it possible.

Ariel's brows snapped together at the inane question, "I knew him, yes." She turned her head only slightly, keeping her distance from the demon. It wasn't like Ruby was going to burn her if they made skin contact but Ariel was all righteousness and pure energy while Ruby... well.

Before Ruby has a chance to ask another question, Dean's laughter could be heard over the cold air and low Metallica music. She turned away from Ariel and gave the eldest Winchester a pointed look. "What?" She queried.

Dean chuckled, "Nothing." Smiling to himself, he took another look in the mirror and decided to explain his joke- that only he heard... in his head. "It's just two angels and a demon riding in the back seat. It's like the setup to a bad joke... or a Penthouse Forum letter," He eventually stopped laughing once he realized he was the only one enjoying the joke.

Ariel stared coldly into the rearview mirror while Ruby rolled her eyes and Anna pulled her lips into a tight line.

The girls were now uncomfortable.

Sam shook his head, failing to hide a bit of his smile as he went to address his older brother, "Dude... Reality... Porn." He was not impressed.

The surly hunter raised a brow at his younger brother, "You call this reality?" He looked into the rearview mirror once again, but with a dejected expression.

Ariel let out a despondent sigh, "Better than nothing, Dean." She laid her head against the window, watching the rain pellets beat against the glass.

As he went to return his gaze respectively to the road ahead, he watched Ariel in the side view mirror, catching her face just as the moonlight struck through the window. Her Prussian blue eyes glowed in their own way as if they were bioluminescent.

The corners of Dean's lips involuntarily curved into a faint smile, "Better than nothing." He mimicked to himself.

For the rest of the car ride, they went through three cassette tapes before Dean turned off the music and they all just listened to the hum of the Impala.

This. This was better than nothing.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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thefragileblackdahlia · 4 years

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Heaven: Part four

Chapter Summary:

Character(s): Ariel, Dean, Sam, Ruby, Anna, Castiel, Uriel, Lucifer, Michael

Pairing(s): Eventual Dean x Ariel, Ruby x Sam, (former) Lucifer x Ariel

Warning(s): MAJOR Angst, Little bit of Crack, Angelcest??? Typical SUPERNATURAL Violence, Mild Language

Please feel free to leave feedback.

Beta'd by Zoe (a friend)

Word count: 3,270+

Sam took a step forward, his eyes wide. He doesn't understand why he's fearful for Ariel's life when a regular hunting knife won't injure her.

The tall hunter outstretched his arms, slowly walking toward Anna. "She saved your life- she isn't with them!"

"You heard them, Anna...lower your blade." Ariel delivered those lines coldly, a dark part inside of her awakening.

At the given moment, Ariel wanted to snap her neck like a twig, and get to the next seal but she couldn't. It wasn't the humane thing to do and inside her head, she fought a constant battle between light and dark.

Anna pressed the rigid blade deeper, breaking Ariel's soft skin. She winced only slightly; Angels still felt pain.

The lesser angel turned her head toward Dean, "Like hell, angels like her don't save lives." Anna tried to get through to him but he just stood there, surprised by Ariel's calm demeanor. "She takes them. She came to take mine- she doesn't help at all!"

Ariel looked at Sam with dead eyes, "Get this lunatic off of me, before I seriously hurt her." A complacent smile to match her dead tone.

Sam finally looked Ariel in the eyes, "Wait- What do you mean she takes them?" But if that were the case why didn't anyone else react that way when they met Ariel? There was a small glint of uncertainty in his eyes, almost like he wanted to believe Anna.

Ariel scrutinized the two hunters, wondering what they were going to do. Were they going to let Ariel explain or kick her out? Inside she felt the suffocating darkness, devouring the good in her, and on the outside, she appeared calm.

Anna lowered the knife, "In Heaven- what do you think she did? Think she sat on a chair all day and watched you guys?" She gave her full attention to the hunters in an attempt to sway them to her side. "She was sort of like a dog. Michael says go fetch...she would fetch. Michael says-"

"Kill..." Pamela cut off Anna, stealing Ariel's attention.

Anna nodded her head, "She kills..." She looked at Ariel before continuing, "I used to report back to her... she was Head of my division. She watched humans for millions of years and then one day..."

Anna turned back to the Winchesters, "She smites an entire city- Children, women, innocent people that didn't deserve to die..."

The archangel's jaw tightened as Anna unraveled her ugly past. Her azure eyes met Dean's, his chartreuse eyes giving the angel a once over before shaking his head.

"People change." Dean murmured.

This earned him an incredulous look from Anna and a small smile from his archangel.

Ariel returned her attention back to the aggressive angel, "I saved your life... I have changed.

"Ariel is not innocent." Anna protested, walking over to Dean who just had a weird look in his eyes. He was ready to accept that she changed rather than lose her. Dean had done some horrible things too, did that mean that he couldn't change?

The worst part for Ariel was Dean, him trying so hard to be loyal, with every instinct telling him otherwise.

Sam shifted on his back foot, "And apparently... neither are you, Anna."

Pamela stood from her chair, "Ariel...why does that sound so familiar?" She turned her head in the boys' general direction. It took her only a moment to piece it together, "Why the hell is the angel that almost killed me- here hanging with you like she's family. I would think you'd kick her ass to the curb once she told you God had work for you."

"Don't talk about my Father like that..." Ariel tilted her head up toward the ceiling, inhaling deeply as she couldn't process what the hell she was feeling. Was this anxiety or panic? Maybe a little bit of both. She felt like she was on the chopping block although they couldn't kill her, she still felt like she might die.

"Why? It's not like he is actually there for you." Anna sneered.

Ariel pushed herself up off of the wall and glared at Anna with contempt in her voice, "He brought me back from the dead just so I can save your insufferable ass," She closed the gap between them, now in her face. "So that's a giant fuck you- to your face."

The archangel snatched the hunting blade from Anna's hand, spinning her around and forcing her against the wall with glowing gold eyes; There was a small hint of red in them. She held the blade against Anna's throat as her back was pressed flat against the iron wall. Ariel had no intention of hurting Anna. She just wanted to scare her into submission.

"Ariel!" Dean bellowed.

Ariel flipped her fiery red hair over her shoulder and let out a low huff, "You all have no idea what the hell it is like- to- to have a connection to Lucifer." She said his name with disgust. "Not just body and mind- but Grace. He's... inside of me. I can feel his...claws hooked deep," Her words fell off near the end.

The archangel subconsciously pressed the rigid blade deeper into Anna's neck, it pricking at her skin, drawing blood. "I was young- Dp you know what happens when you disagree with Lucifer? And you're always meant to be together because your Father likes to experiment?"

Ariel finally lowered the blade, turning to face Dean who had shared the same choleric expression as her. "So, don't paint me as this evil archangel-" She paused, peering over her shoulder at Anna and gripped the blade in her hands. Before she continued, she stabbed the blade right beside Anna's head, sticking it into the iron wall with great force.

"Because I am NOT Him," Ariel growled.

Soon after the outburst, Ariel's heels scuffed against the concrete as she walked past the Winchesters and used her grace to unlock the door. It swung open and she stepped through, furiously strutting over to the steps and leaving the basement.

Only a few seconds passed when the sound of a door slamming shut, echoed throughout the house and startling them all.

Dean flinched at the sound, his eyes still glued to the spot where she jammed the knife into the iron wall. His brain couldn't comprehend what the hell just happened before his eyes. The hunter gulped his jaw and shifted his gaze over to the wayward angel that just attacked his 'girlfriend.'

Everything escalated so quickly.

Anna's voice softened, "I'm sorry... But you can imagine why I was nervous-"

Dean cut her off, trying his best to conceal his frustration. He slightly shook his head in response to her half-assed apology, "Don't," He muttered. "She'll be fine...Just try not to attack her again with a knife."

Sam inhaled deeply and glanced at his brother who was just as unsure as him."Let's uh... go upstairs and see if there's anything in Bobby's books." He murmured as he motioned to the stairs,

Anna nodded at this, reluctantly going upstairs with a terrified Ruby.

Sam sighed, "What do we do?" He looked to Dean for help

The short-haired hunter ran his hand over his face. "Not sure." Dean's response was short, but he wore a stoic expression as he was deep in thought.

Today was going to be a long day.

Sam took a deep breath before giving a curt nod and starting for the door. Once he reached the devil's trap he glanced over his shoulder with a wary expression, "Do you believe her? I mean- about Ariel..."

This question earned a soft grunt from Dean, while his eyes were still fixed on the hunting knife. His brows snapped together as he heard a loud "Dean" from Pamela. The jaded hunter turned his body toward the blind psychic and held out his arm for her to latch onto.

"Sorry," Dean whispered.

Pamela held onto Dean for guidance as they left the panic room and headed toward the stairs. She furrowed her brows as Ariel's words echoed in her mind, 'He brought me back from the dead' If she was brought back from death a month later, would she still be the same?

Dean kept his eyes straight ahead as he traveled up the stairs with Pamela. A burning sensation filled his ears, almost like there was something that needed to be said but what? He decided he should now thank Pamela for her help before anything else transpired and he never gets the chance to.

"Thanks-" "Dean-" They spoke simultaneously.

A small smile crept onto Dean's lips at the scenario, "You first." He stated as he helped her up to the top step, watching her turn around to face him.

Pamela took a short breath before placing a light hand on his forearm, "There is darkness there... I felt it." Her comment prompted Dean to push her hand away and attempt to walk past her but she took a step in front of him.

"You have to consider... is Ariel really on your side?" She murmured.

Dean's eyes shot up to her black sunglasses, glowering at her with a clenched jaw. "Sam's waiting." He stepped around the psychic and walked into the library where he was met with Sam, Anna, and Ruby; Pamela close in tow.

BOBBY'S LIBRARY - DAY

For the time Dean and Pamela had been in the basement, Anna had been upstairs apologizing to Sam for freaking out.

Anna paced the room, her arms folded over her breasts as she pondered who might have come after her. "Don't be afraid... I'm not like Ariel or the others," She spoke with uncertainty heavy in her voice.

"I don't find that very reassuring..." Ruby argued with her arms crossed as she leaned against the doorway. She remained outside of the library and near the entrance because of the Devil's trap above their heads.

The cherry red-haired woman stopped in her tracks and glanced up at the Winchesters. "So...Castiel, Uriel-- they're the ones that came for me? Not the archangel?"

Dean's reply was abrasive, "No, she doesn't want to kill you. If her bashing in that prick's head isn't proof enough then I don't know what is." He perched himself against the desk, hoping Ariel didn't think he believed she was like Lucifer.

Sam inhaled sharply at the memory of the small redhead using all her strength to punch Uriel in the face. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he thought of her habit of not holding back, it was scary but also reassuring.

"So, you know them?" The giant asked, his eyes following the fallen angel.

Anna reluctantly nodded her head, "We were kinda in the same foxhole..." She fiddled with the zipper on her jacket as she stopped to think of what to say next. She sighed, "Before humans- before you all... I used to report to Ariel."

"So, if Ariel was your boss... What about Castiel and Uriel?" Dean queried, tapping his fingers on the wood.

Anna smiled faintly at the assumption that those two held rank over her. "Try the other way around...Though I'm sure after my fall, someone put Castiel in charge."

"But now they want to kill you?" Pamela's voice came from behind the angel, drawing attention from Anna to her. She stood leaning against the other side of the door frame but decided it was best to sit down.

Being the gentleman he was, Sam stepped forward to help Pamela into the nearest chair.

Anna let out a small sigh and began pacing the room again, "Orders are orders. I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head."

A small 'Why?' came from Pamela which prompted Anna to stop in her tracks and turn to the group, "I disobeyed..." She started. "Which, for us, is about the worst thing you can do... I fell."

"So like... Ariel?" Sam questioned.

Anna inhaled deeply, "No, that's different-"

"How is it different?" Dean cut Anna off.

"Anna fell to earth... became human." Ariel's sudden voice caused everyone to flinch and turn in her direction, she was walking into the kitchen with a bag of what they assumed to be food.

Food always dissolved tension. Right?

Anna tensed up at her sudden presence while all the others relaxed; There was an obvious shift in the atmosphere. The fallen angel slowly turned to face her former superior officer, her hazel eyes darting between Ariel's eyes and the food.

"You can relax. I'm going to murder you with Biggerson's." Ariel joked as she began taking the fast food out of the paper bags and placing it on the dining table.

Dean watched Ariel, searching her for any hint of sadness from earlier but she looked unbothered. At least on the outside. But Dean knew she was hurting inside.

Sam pursed his lips, "I'm not understanding, If you can become human- why can't she?" He pointed to the copper-haired archangel that stepped past the fallen lesser angel and over to where he was standing. It was odd to have her stand next to him and not next to Dean. Was she mad at Dean, or ashamed to be near him?

Ariel perched herself on the desk, leaning close to Sam, knowing he could relate to maybe how she was feeling with the darkness brewing inside her.

"It's different for archangels- ours refills over a long period of time... but regular angels- lesser angels, their grace doesn't. And removing your grace... it's painful," Ariel informed them.

Anna reluctantly nodded her head in agreement, "Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife. That kind of hurt." She let out a heavy sigh. "I ripped out my grace."

The righteous man's brows snapped together at that statement, "Come again?"

The troubled archangel drew her lower lip between her lip and shifted onto her less dominant foot. "I told you....grace- it's pure energy. It's what let us use our magic," Ariel explained.

"Right... So, I hacked it out and fell. And my mother, Amy, couldn't get pregnant. Always called me her little miracle," Anna glanced over at Dean with a faint smile.

Ariel caught this.

"And the longer she stayed Human... she forgot she was an angel," Ariel added with a curt nod.

Dean raised a brow at Ariel's response. He had to be honest, he wasn't listening. When Ariel entered, his attention went to her wings that were draped around her and Sam. Maybe she didn't mean it or she just propped them up behind her- but it bothered Dean. And she didn't look at him once since she had returned and now he felt like maybe there was something wrong between them. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Ruby broke the silence.

"We're screwed," Ruby huffed. She pushed herself up from the frame and shook her head, "Ariel has little to no grace, Anna has NO grace- I don't think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are."

"Ruby's right." Anna paced the room once again before stopping and recommencing, "Heaven wants me dead- and if Ariel has no grace- She can't fight off angels and demons. Maybe one side- but even then..." The fallen angel let out a frustrated sigh and looked to Ariel for guidance, it was a force of habit.

Ariel's eyes were fixed on the carpet as she thought over how the scenario would go, "The only solution would be, to find your grace." She pushed herself up from the desk and walked around the side. "Ruby is basically human besides a few magic tricks and strength,"

The archangel unfolded the map of the USA and stretched it out over the desk as she resumed speaking, "Anna is human and I can't even smite a fly... So we need her to get her grace back, whether it be for her- that is... if she chooses to stay human."

"So, what, one of you just takes some divine bong hit, and, shazam, and you become Roma Downey?" Dean pointed between the two redheads and each of them nodded but one responded verbally.

"Something like that," Anna replied.

Dean straightened and turned around to face his angel that still hadn't made eye contact with him. He opted to ignore her silent treatment and clasped his hands together, "Alright, Red, I like your plan. So where's this grace of hers?"

Ariel shook her head and kept her eyes locked on the map, "Hard to say," She lied. "After I had the job change, I never paid Anna any mind. She fell sometime around the 20th century...because then- I remember speaking with Castiel. He was... heartbroken to say the least."

Sam smiled faintly at her response, "How old are you?" He knew she danced around the topic of age, he wasn't sure why. It wasn't as if they would be repulsed by the fact she is billions of years old. If anything Sam would probably ask a ton of questions.

A quaint smile danced across her lips, "Like I've told you before, I've been alive since creation- not before..." Ariel gazed at Sam with sweet eyes, "But you already knew that- You're just calling me old." She laughed, keeping her eyes on Sam until her smile faltered when she remembered how serious things were at the moment.

"Anyways," She cleared her throat and focused on the map. "We should be able to figure it out depending on where she fell...so?"

Dean watched this exchange with jealous eyes. He remembered that day... Ariel went off with Sam for two days and they came back acting weird as if something happened between them. Sam would always say 'Ask Ariel' and she would just say 'Ask Sam.'

It was an annoying paradox that would have never ended if he hadn't stopped prying.

Glowering at his brother and not even bothering to listen to the plan, Dean was startled when Sam said his name.

"Dean..."

"What?" Dean snapped.

"I asked if you can take Pamela home while Ariel and I figure out where her grace landed," Sam huffed at his brother's obliviousness wondering what the hell had Dean so caught up in his head. Little did he know, it was him.

"Yeah, sure..." Dean toned down his envy and dug through his jean pockets for the impala keys. Once he found them he pivoted on his heel and held out a hand for Pam to take.

Ariel kept her eyes on the map as she sifted through her deepest memories, trying to remember where her grace landed. She was on earth at the time, right? Yes. The guardian's brows snapped together as she could distinctly remember the screaming. God, the screaming.

How could she have done these terrible things?

Was that what God wanted?

'Did you change your mind?' An incorporeal voice reverberated through Ariel's skull causing her to flinch.

Ruby eyed her, "You alright?" She questioned Ariel who seemed a bit skittish.

Ariel parted her lips, taking in a short breath. She went too deep into her memories and came across horrors and regrets.

It all overwhelmed her.

"No," She murmured.

"What's wrong?" Sam straightened as he gazed at the agonized angel. He could tell it had something to do with Lucifer from how she flinched. He now wondered if Lucifer was speaking to her from the cage.

That couldn't be possible, right? Maybe it was just a flashback.

Anna stared at her former boss with furrowed brows."Maybe just go outside- get some fresh air," She murmured.

FINAL PART

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Heaven: Part three

Chapter Summary:

Character(s): Ariel, Dean, Sam, Ruby, Anna, Castiel, Uriel, Lucifer, Michael

Pairing(s): Eventual Dean x Ariel, Ruby x Sam, (former) Lucifer x Ariel

Warning(s): MAJOR Angst, Little bit of Crack, Angelcest??? Typical SUPERNATURAL Violence, Mild Language

Please feel free to leave feedback.

Beta'd by Zoe (a friend)

Word count: 2,640+

"I'm telling you that Father said NO" Michael's voice carried through the observation room, startling a few of the lesser angels in the next room over. He folded his arms over his chest, puffing it out as he glared down at the small archangel. "You can't go...This isn't your job anymore." Michael's forehead puckered.

"But they need me, I can help, I specialize in the human and nature category-" Ariel took a shaky breath before recommencing, "I sit and watch them all day, It's my job on gathering the reports, Micah." The redhead's eyes bored into his, making Michael's steel facade crack.

The dark-haired angel shook his head disapprovingly, "You know I can't let you...not while he is there. He hurt you, Ariel... He will corrupt you. Why are you so fond of him?" Michael took a step forward, slipping Ariel's soft, dainty hand into his, but he was met with disappointment when she retracted her limb.

"Why is it always him? I cannot understand- He...manipulates you... He wanted your grace for evil- And you only want to go to earth to see him." Michael pivoted on his heel, "You don't care for the humans." He always tried his best not to speak out against Father's actions but this, watching Ariel tear herself apart for a corrupted angel- it ate at him.

Ariel inhaled a great amount of air before nodding her head, "Alright." She gnawed on her bottom lip, slipping past the eldest angel but before she had the chance to turn down the hall, he gently snatched her wrist.

"It's for your own good. Okay?" Michael squeezed her wrist, stroking his thumb against the back of her hand.

Ariel pursed her lips and nodded, "Okay."

Michael pressed his nose against Ariel's cheek, nudging her a bit before giving her a small kiss on the cheek. The kiss lingered, the eldest angel shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath.

Ariel's brows snapped together as she could still feel the lingering kiss to this date. It always made her feel...strange; especially around Michael. She could see the difference in his eyes then and now.

The sound of the impala driving down the driveway toward the house dragged Ariel out of her fever dream. She wasn't ready to face Pamela and was sure that Pamela didn't want to see her, metaphorically of course.

The celestial entity shot up from her seated position and hastily made her way inside and down the basement steps.

BASEMENT

DAY

When she came bustling down the steps, Sam looked over in her direction, concerned. "Everything okay, Elle?" Sam inquired, stepping over a few things in the basement before reaching Ariel who had a panicked look.

"Did you just call me Elle?" Ariel's cerulean eyes met Sam's warm pools of honey. She pursed her lips, waiting for a response but he just flashed her a sheepish smile and looked down at her pendant. It was a hunting knife; He assumed for Dean.

"Yeah," The corner of his eyes crinkled as he gave a half-smile. "I think I did," He added.

The redhead took a substep back and glanced down at Sam's soul. She took a deep breath before her mouth curved into a quizzical smile, "I like it." She beamed.

Ruby stood across the basement, picking at things on the shelves. She listened to this exchange, a bit worried that maybe Ariel had something with Sam. Though it was clear she had a thing for Dean so why did she look at Sam that way? The demon let out a peeved sigh, as she couldn't afford to catch feelings for someone, let alone a Winchester.

Inside the devil's trap, Anna stood perched against the door with her arms folded across her chest. She was in her own little world, kicking at the trap on the floor. She had no intention of breaking it, she just had nothing else to focus on since Dean was gone and the others were immersed in their own worlds too.

"It's just- Dean, he calls you Red and I felt like I should call you something else, y'know?" Sam chuckled, with his eyes fixed on her soft features. His mouth set in a hard line as he caught her mid-action, drawing her lower lip between her teeth. The tall hunter's brows snapped together as an unfamiliar feeling came over him. He stared at her lips as she spoke, but didn't comprehend a word.

Ariel ran her tongue over her bottom lip before drawing it between her teeth, "No one has ever called me that so... I appreciate it." She pursed her lips paying no mind to where his eyes were, as hers were on his soul.

Ruby peered at the two best friends, scrutinizing Sam for his eye placement. She furrowed her brows and took in a short breath as if she were about to confront him but Dean's voice cut her off.

"We're here!" Dean shouted from the top of the steps. He held Pamela close and tight as he led her down the stairs.

At the sound of his brother's voice, Sam briskly walked over to the steps and greeted Pamela, "Pamela, Hey!" He grinned.

Ariel steeled herself before turning around and facing the three humans by the stairs. She slid her hands into her back pockets, lightly kicking at the concrete as they talked. She felt like the odd one out now, and that should mean a lot considering there was a demon in the room.

"Sam?" The psychic asked, stretching out her hands in front of her to feel for her surroundings. Her fingers brushed against Sam's hard chest, she ran them along the hem of his jacket before gripping his arms.

"It's me," Sam smiled softly. "It's Sam."

Pamela milked out the blind person trope, squeezing his arms and grinning, "Sam, is that you?"

"I'm right here." Sam placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it tight. He glanced at Dean who stood behind the blind woman, smiling. The tall hunter beamed with joy as the psychic took this as an opportunity to feel him up.

Pamela stroked his jaw, "Oh. Know how I can tell?" She lowered her hand near Sam's leg and slid it around the side before groping his ass. She chuckled, "That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing. Of course, I know it's you, grumpy."

Pamela turned her head in the girls' general direction before resuming, "Same way I know that's a demon, that poor girl's Anna, and-" She studied Ariel longer, her brows snapping together.

"What are you?"

Dean glanced at Ariel who was standing incredibly still, her eyes wide. He nodded his head toward the stairs, hoping she took the hint to get the hell out of there.

She didn't take the hint, instead, she spoke, "I am... Elle. Why don't we focus on my friend Anna?" Ariel's eyes shot over to Dean whose lips were pressed into a tight smile. He did not want that apparently.

"Right," Pamela nodded her head with a raised brow. She directed her attention to Anna with an ecstatic smile, "Hey, Anna." The psychic sauntered over to the girl, holding out her hand for her to shake. "How are you? I'm Pamela."

Ariel stepped around Pamela with caution, as the blind woman made her way over to the human girl. Anna held her hand out in return, taking Pamela's and squeezing it. "Hi," She said with a nervous smile.

"Dean told me what's been going on and I'm excited to help." Pamela smiled at Anna.

Anna flexed her arms outward, "Oh." She felt flattered that someone would go out of their way to help her out. "That's nice of you."

Pamela rolled her eyes behind her glasses, "Oh, Well, not really. Any chance I can dick over an angel, I'm taking it."

Ariel perked up at Pamela's comment. She glanced over at Sam who gave her a pointed look and shook his head. Anna asked the one question that Ariel was dreading, "Why?"

The psychic pulled her lips into a thin line, "They stole something from me." She brought her hand up to her face and removed her sunglasses, revealing her white prosthetic eyes. "Demon-y, I know. But they're just plastic. Good for business and it makes me look extra-psychic, don't you think?" Pamela wiggled both her brows, making Anna laugh. "Now... How about you tell me," She slipped her glasses back on before finishing her statement. "What your deal is? Hmm? Don't you worry."

Ariel watched the two women turn and walk away before snapping her head in Dean's direction. The hunter held up his hands as if he were saying 'What?' Before Dean got the chance to join the others in the Panic room, he was stopped by a hand on his chest. "What's up?" He asked.

"Maybe...I should go upstairs." The archangel spoke with uncertainty heavy in her voice.

Dean scrutinized the ginger, reading her face for why she all of a sudden changed her mind. His forehead creased as he prepared himself to verbally ask her, "Why?"

Ariel turned slightly, "Um, nevermind. It's okay." She made her way to the room, leaning against the wall. The short-haired hunter entered shortly after, a stoic expression etched onto his face.

PANIC ROOM

DAY

Sam caught a glimpse of Dean's face which prompted him to do a double-take. "Everything okay?" He whispered, folding his arms over his chest as he overheard Pamela putting Anna to sleep.

Dean gave him a curt nod, "Yeah." Folding his arms over his chest, he glanced at the psychic and then back at his brother before whispering, "Why?"

The giant nodded his head toward Ariel who was perched against the oxidized iron wall, her arms crossed with a worried expression etched on her face. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, nibbling at what little skin she had left.

Sam returned his attention back to Dean, whispering, "She's worried about something. What do you think it is?"

"Don't know," Dean muttered before he walked over to Ariel, who was now biting her nails in anticipation.

In the background, Pamela had asked Anna what her father's name was, "Your father... What's his name?"

A small "Rich Milton" fell through Anna's lips as she laid across the cot.

"Nerves?" The righteous man perched himself against the metal desk by the cot, setting his foot on the chair as he gazed at Anna with furrowed brows. He awaited a response.

Ariel shuffled closer to Dean, "No...I'm okay." Her eyes were fixed on his combat boots. She gave him a small smile before turning her full attention to Anna and Pamela. She dreaded Anna receiving her memories. What would the boys think? The archangel set both hands by her sides, gripping the edge of the table.

Pamela turned her head in Ariel and Dean's direction, "Shh." In order to do her job, she needed all parties to shut the hell up. The psychic leaned back in her chair, "It'll be okay. Anna, just one look- that's all we need."

Anna tossed in the cot, "No." She cried.

Ariel tapped her fingers on the metal desk, her vessel's heart thumping frantically behind her chest and filling her ears. She wanted nothing more than to get out of there now. The ginger peeped at everyone before deciding on what to do. Sam and Ruby were staring at Anna with worried looks, while Dean kept his eyes on the back of Pamela's head. She couldn't leave now, Sam had already started suspecting something was wrong and if she left now, it would only prove how guilty she was.

All while this was happening, Pamela moved on with her process. "What's your dad's name? Your real dad. Why is he angry at you?" The psychic asked, only receiving frantic gibberish from Anna before words actually fell from her lips.

"No. No....No!" Anna breathed, a light above her flickering.

A small "Calm down," came from Pamela but it was already too late. Anna arched her back high off of the cot, screaming, "No! She's gonna kill me!"

Ariel quickly straightened, taking a few steps back before bumping into Sam who latched onto her arm for a small moment, "Whoa, are you okay?" He quizzed.

"Anna, you're safe," Pamela tried her best to calm down the frightened girl but nothing seemed to work. It only earned her another scream from Anna.

"No!" The lights above flickered before exploding, sending sparks everywhere. The panic room door shut so suddenly, some force locking it. Anna screamed, "She's gonna kill me!" And arched up from the bed.

Ariel stood by the opposite wall now, her eyes wide.

The Winchesters flinched at the sparks flying above them. Dean jumped from his seated position and went to help but a "Dean, don't" came from both Pamela and Ariel.

Anna subconsciously threw Dean back and into a chair prompting Pamela to get up, waving her hands over the human girl's body, "Wake in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Anna....Anna?"

The intensity of the situation settled down, everyone's hard breathing filled the room. Pamela brought a soft hand to Anna's face, pushing her hair out of her face before asking,

"You all right?"

Sam helped his brother up from his fallen state, glancing at Anna with wide eyes.

The girl's eyes opened, with her mouth wide. Sher raised herself from the bed, turning her head only slightly to look at the blind woman. "Thank you, Pamela. That helped a lot." She affirmed.

Ariel stood with her back pressed flat against the iron wall.

There it was, she could make out the faint glow behind Anna's head.

The archangel inhaled deeply, recollecting herself before she was confronted by Anna or anyone else.

"I remember now," Anna recommenced.

"Remember what?" Sam asked, contempt clear in his voice.

"Who I am." Anna clarified, watching the Winchesters as well as Pamela.

Dean glanced at Ariel who was quiet the entire time. He would have thought that maybe after he got thrown that she would jump in, but she didn't. She stood there, staring at Anna like there was something going on between them.

The hunter held out his arms, "I'll bite. Who are you?"

Anna took a short breath, looking at Dean with a small smile creeping onto her lips, "I'm an angel."

All of the air had then been sucked out of the room, making this exchange between Pamela and Anna awkward.

Dean, Sam, and Ariel stared at the angel, the brothers with worried expressions and Ariel with a guilty look. The silence was soon broken by Anna shifting on her bed, turning her body, and hanging her feet off of the sides.

The wayward angel caught a glimpse of Ariel's copper locks, sending Anna into fight or flight mode. Anna lunged for the nearest thing she could find and held it out as if she were about to attack Ariel but it was more for defense.

"Anna...Put the knife down..." Dean slowly closed in on Anna with his hands out.

Anna shook her head, her eyes darting from Dean to Ariel then back to Dean. "No," She muttered.

Ariel glanced down at the hunting knife and held up her hands, surrendering to whatever this was.

"Anna put the knife down. You know that won't hurt me..." Ariel took a substep toward the fallen angel but Anna lunged forward and pressed the knife against the archangel's throat and pinned her to the iron wall.

The Guardian grunted at the sudden charge, her head thudding against the wall. Ariel did nothing but kept her hands up as she looked Anna dead in her eyes.

Anna shot out, "Why is she here?!" And peered over her shoulder at Sam.

PART FOUR

SERIES MASTERLIST

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Heaven: Part two

Chapter Summary:

Character(s): Ariel, Dean, Sam, Ruby, Anna, Castiel, Uriel, Lucifer, Michael

Pairing(s): Eventual Dean x Ariel, Ruby x Sam, (former) Lucifer x Ariel

Warning(s): MAJOR Angst, Little bit of Crack, Angelcest??? Typical SUPERNATURAL Violence, Mild Language

Please feel free to leave feedback.

Beta'd by Zoe (a friend)

Word count: 3,760+

PANIC ROOM

DAY

Heavy thuds filled the basement as the four traveled down the steps, and toward the panic room.

"Wow, that is just... Bobby must have had a lot of time." Anna commented on the outer appearance of the panic room, her eyes darting between the demon trap on the floor and the lock mechanisms on the door.

Dean nodded his head, beaming with admiration for his adoptive father. "I know, right?" A laugh came at the end of the 'right' as he made his way over to the heavy door and opened it with ease.

Anna, Dean, and Ariel stepped into the iron room, leaving Ruby outside the traps by herself. With how insightful Ruby was, one could almost forget that she was a demon. Maybe that's why Sam longed after her?

The blue-eyed angel pressed her digits against the rough interior walls, dragging them across and stopping at a few shelves littered with materials used for spells. "Iron?" She quizzed.

"Iron walls drenched in salt," Dean stated matter-of-factly, with a jovial grin. He lifted his head as he spoke, glancing up at the devil's trap on the ceiling. "Demons can't even touch the joint."

Anna gaped at the room in all its glory before her attention was stolen by an offended Ruby.

"Which I find racist, by the way." Ruby sneered from outside the room.

This earned a 'bitch-face' from Dean and Ariel. The angel parted her lips to speak but Dean had put it perfectly, "Write your congressman." The hunter rolled his eyes.

A small smile crept onto Ariel's pink lips, which infected Dean, causing him to smile too.

'She likes my jokes' He thought. Dean felt giddy inside.

The demon rolled her eyes, "Here." Ruby mumbled as she squeezed the two hex bags in her hands, then tossing it to Dean who caught it.

"Hex bags?" Dean queried, giving the bulbous bags a hard squeeze.

Ruby nodded and wiggled her personal bag, "Extra-crunchy. They'll hide us from angels, demons, all corners."

The hunter gazed at the demon, his brain finding it hard to form words. A short, "Thanks, Ruby," fell from his lips.

Ruby raised a brow at Dean, essentially weirded out by his display of appreciation.

"May I... suggest something more permanent?" Ariel lifted herself from the wall she had been reclining against, her heels scuffing against the concrete floor. She circled Dean before taking his hex bag, it combusting in her palm.

The righteous man's forehead puckered as she had just burned the bag Ruby took her time to make. Maybe her intention wasn't to one-up Ruby but it sure seemed like it. "What is it?" Dean huffed.

"I just think it'll be more effective than a bag- lasts for maybe a year." Ariel brought her thumb to her lips, nibbling on her short-length, painted nails. Her eyes searched Dean's for permission.

Ruby rolled her eyes.

Dean gave Ariel a slight nod, his emerald orbs fixed on her cerulean ones. "Alright," He murmured.

At that moment, he completely trusted Ariel. He shut his eyes once her hand came in contact with his sternum. There was a deep burning sensation within his body, which he did not expect so sudden.

"The hell?!" Dean shouted, swatting Ariel's soft hand away from his sternum. He rubbed his ribcage, glaring at his angel.

Ariel snickered at the surprised expression on Dean's face. He looked betrayed in a way but she knew that he would get over it. A small smile tugged at her lips, "Wards from even the big bad angels." She wiggled her brows and giggled.

Dean raised a brow in response. Did she really just burn wardings into his bones like it was nothing and then laugh? He rubbed the area she warded, and glanced at Ruby who was currently struggling to hold in her laughter. He narrowed his eyes at her.

Anna interjected, "So that means from you too?" Her eyes were wide with curiosity.

Ariel kept her eyes on her hunter as she wasn't sure how he would react to that answer. Not bothering to respond to Anna's asinine question, she raised her right hand to Dean's cheek and gave it a small pat before stepping around him.

The sound of her heels colliding with the concrete echoed through the panic room before her soft voice replaced it, "I'll be upstairs." She murmured as she slid past Ruby and carried herself up the stairs.

After the angel exited the hearing radius, Ruby uncrossed her legs and leaned against part of the door that was outside the devil's trap. The demon raised a brow, "Well, she's a peach."

DINING ROOM

DAY

The sound of the impala door creaking and slamming shut is what caught Ariel's attention. Sam was home and Ariel had been excited to see him for some unknown reason.

Sam carried himself up the front steps, his boots scuffing against the wood. When he opened the screen door, his eyes landed on the redhead who had just come up from the basement.

"Hey," The long-haired hunter breathed. He felt as though he hadn't seen Ariel in a while and catching her with a smile on her face invoked a weird feeling inside; one he hadn't felt in a while. Sam gently closed the door behind him, making sure not to make too much noise. He planned on talking to Ariel for a bit before someone came to divide them.

Ariel pursed her lips and slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. She leaned against the stairs, giving Sam a quick once over before greeting him back, "Hey." It was soft.

"I kinda figured you would be here already," Sam slightly tilted his head to the side, flashing the angel a pallid smile. He felt guilty for much of the things he said about her. Each time it came to fighting and laying a life down on the line, she was there and always delivered.

The archangel looked elsewhere at his comment, she set her eyes on his soul instead. It was bright, pure, and intoxicating. It outshined many others, including his brother's. Ariel ran her tongue over her lips and let out a shaky breath, "Yeah, that I am. I would have checked on you... but something told me that you would be alright by yourself." She playfully poked at his shoulder.

"Yeah? Well, I think I would have enjoyed the company anyways..." Sam's suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes darting to the basement door every so often. He inhaled a considerable amount of air before exhaling slowly. "About last night... maybe I should apologize."

Ariel shifted her weight onto the other foot, "Really?" She gave him a small chuckle and shook her head disapprovingly. "Sam, it's okay."

"Just-" Sam sighed. "Let me, okay?" He clenched the manila folder in his hands, tilting his head heavenward as he thought of the right words to say. How would he be able to convey how both he and Dean felt in that long month?

At that moment, Ariel didn't see Sam. She saw Michael.

Ariel straightened, "Michael... I can't." She pivoted on her heel and started for the basement but her wrist was caught by Sam, who had no intention of stopping. He pulled the stubborn angel back, taking a substep toward her, closing the gap between them.

"Don't," Sam murmured. He caught her discrepancy but he decided not to call it out since it was most likely instinctual.

She couldn't do this right now, listening to his apology, dealing with his guilt, Dean's paranoia, and her emotions. Ariel shut her eyes and spun slowly, eventually facing Sam who sported his famous puppy eyes.

Damnit.

"I was worried- because your connection to him and I said hurtful things. Then..." Sam tightened his hold on her wrist. He resumed talking, "I just wanted to say... thanks." The hunter finally released her arm from the death grip.

Ariel massaged her wrist, filling it with grace and healing the bruise. She looked away from the boy with doubt etched on her face, "It's okay, Michael."

The tall hunter frowned, "Ariel, it's Sam."

There was a beat.

The two gazed at each other, trying to understand what had just transpired. It happened again, she called him Michael. He furrowed his brows.

"Right... I apologize."

Sam studied the archangel's body language, deciding it was best if he left her alone. She seemed on edge and in her head. He set his eyes on the basement door and called out for his brother.

"Hey, Dean!" Sam shouted.

Ariel heard a faint 'And keep an eye on her' with Dean's heavy footsteps to follow. Once he reached the top of the steps, he let out a sigh paired with an eye roll. She would guess that dealing with Anna and Ruby was overwhelming.

"Hey, how's the car?" Dean pressed out, as his brother led him through the hallway and into the kitchen.

A corner of Sam's mouth lifted at his brother's question. It always seemed strange how he treated the impala like she was a person, something Sam could never get used to. "I got her. She's fine." He muttered. Sam peeked around the corner, looking for the surly hunter that usually came with the house.

"Where's Bobby?" Sam quizzed.

Dean dragged his feet across the floor while they made their way through the kitchen and into the library. He drew his lips into a tight smile, "Uh, the Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it."

The Dominican? Sam raised a brow, slightly taken aback by the fact that Bobby leaves his house. "He working a job?"

"God, I hope so." Dean's whole face scrunched up as his mind put together a colorful image of Bobby. "Otherwise, he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap."

Ariel snickered behind them, causing Dean's head to whip in her direction. He almost forgot she was there with how quiet she was. The jaded man watched his angel rummage through all of the spellwork materials, shaking a jar of lamb's blood.

"Oh no- Now that's seared in my brain." Sam blinked hard, trying his best to get the image of his adoptive father having fun in the hammock; The trucker cap is what brought it to life.

"Mine too..." Ariel whispered.

Dean looked from his brother to Ariel with a cheeky grin, "I mean- you can't see it?" He laughed.

Sam waved his hands, "No, no. Let's talk about Anna."

Ariel sat the jar of lamb's blood down on the counter and moved over to the living room. She then appeared on the orange couch with her legs crossed at the ankles.

At the moment, she couldn't hear the angels. No matter what frequency she listened for, there was nothing. The angel drifted away from the conversation and back into the cave she called her mind space. She dwelled on what happened earlier, rubbing the area Sam had handled.

'What's twisting your wing?' A voice echoed through Ariel's mind, to which she responded out aloud.

"Nothing."

"What?" Dean questioned, his brows snapped together at her random outburst.

"What?" Ariel mirrored his question.

Sam scrutinized the angel, wondering if she's hearing things that aren't there.

'You seem stressed.' The corporeal voice returned, it was clear who had been speaking to her. Ariel shut her eyes, taking a shaky breath. When she opened her eyes, nothing but white filled her vision. She was in Heaven, not now, but billions of years ago.

'I can sense when you're lying to me.' Michael gazed at the harbinger angel, waiting for her admission.

Ariel pursed her lips and turned away from her eldest brother. "I'd rather not talk about it, Micah." The youngest returned her attention to the speech Father had prepared for the newest fledglings. She held her hands behind her back, twiddling her thumbs.

It had been quiet since Lucifer's exile. He wasn't particularly gone, just banished to earth, a place Ariel could no longer go in fear God's last-child, his other favorite.

After it happened, Ariel shut everyone out, including her own Father. She never felt so alone, so out of place.

"You are all dismissed," God said.

Immediately Ariel disappeared, retreating to the observation room. Her Heaven, her refuge, the last piece of Lucifer she had beside herself. She pulled her knees to her chest as she watched the earth orbit the sun.

There he is, so close yet so far.

"Tia i ag balit" Michael murmured, taking a seat next to the dejected red-head. "He's no good," He translated.

"Don't pretend to care. You shunned me the other day, claiming I was a spy," Ariel murmured.

Michael couldn't seem to focus on the forming stars, his mind elsewhere. He found it intriguing how she could just sit and watch the universe.

"I'm sorry."

"No," Ariel pushed herself up from the couch and turned to leave but Michael had snatched her wrist, bruising it.

"Don't," Michael muttered.

Anna's voice yanked the disassociated angel out of her flashback, "Why don't you just ask me to my face?" She sounded furious.

"Hello, Anna."

Ariel had appeared next to Dean with a welcoming smile. The archangel knew once Anna's memories returned, that things would go south very quickly so she had only a little time to impress human Anna.

Anna relaxed at the sight of the archangel. She wasn't sure if Ariel was using some sort of emotional manipulation tactic or if she actually felt calm in her presence. She decided on the former. When Anna looked at Ariel, she felt like something was off-putting, whether it be her smile or the way the angels talked about her.

Dean glared at Ruby, "Nice job watching her." What more to expect than a half-ass job from a demon.

Ruby gesticulated to the human, "I'm watching her." A pout was etched onto her face. It was clear that she did not like the job of babysitting the human.

Sam shifted uncomfortably, he knew that speaking of Anna behind her back wasn't a great idea. They shouldn't keep secrets- that's how trust issues began. "No, you're right, Anna," The tall hunter turned and took a substep toward Anna, with soft eyes. "Is there anything you want to tell us?" He prodded.

"About what?" The human's eyes bounced between Sam, Dean, and Ariel.

Ariel finally chimed in, "The angels...said you were guilty- Do you remember why they would say that?"

Anna parted her lips, taken aback by the accusation. She had no clue what the angels wanted and to even ask her that- it made her angry. "You tell me," She started. "Tell me why my life has been leveled... Why my parents are dead." The girl shook her head, trying her best to not have a panic attack. She took a deep breath before continuing, "I don't know. I swear. I would give anything to know."

"Look, Anna..." Ariel offered her a warm smile, "I'm sorry about your parents. I really am. And I don't have enough grace to restore your memories- I used a lot last night during the fight and the banish took a lot out of me... but" The archangel drew her lower lip between her teeth and glanced at the floor. "But," She continued. "There may be an alternative."

Dean raised a brow at Ariel's forwardness, "Alternatives like what?"

Sam interjected, "I think I know." Digging into his back pocket for his cellphone, Sam left the room to go call Pamela the psychic.

Looks were exchanged between Dean, Ruby, and Anna. They were all confused, staring at the two best friends like they had lost their minds. Dean clasped his hands together, "Anyone wanna give us a hint?"

"Right, um... the woman whose eyes I burned out-" It took Ariel a while to process what just came out of her mouth. She glanced at Anna whose forehead puckered. "Look- It was an accident. I told her not to look..."

The short-haired hunter pursed his lips and swung his head in Ariel's direction. He gave her a wary look, "I'm not sure if she will wanna come near you. Especially since it was you who did the-" He motioned around his eyes.

"Wow, you must be hungry, Anna. Would you like a sandwich?" Ariel bounced on her feet, quickly slipping her arm around Anna and leading her further into the kitchen. She pushed her down into the nearby seat.

Anna gaped at the angel in adoration, "Angels make sandwiches?" Ariel reminded her of her mother. She missed her mother. The human girl averted her gaze, clasping her hands together before turning her body towards the dining table.

The fiery redhead stretched for the bread on top of the refrigerator and gently set it down on the counter. She took a quick peek over her shoulder at the young woman before responding with a blissful smile,

"I've seen Dean do it a bunch of times-" Ariel chortled as she washed her hands in the sink, "Doesn't look too hard." She concluded.

Dean studied the celestial entity as it moved around the kitchen. He could hear her softly humming as she prepped the bread. The way she carried herself reminded him of his mother, Mary, and he wasn't particularly sure if that was a good thing.

He now second-guessed why he loved her.

The eldest ginger stretched for the lunch meat, sitting it on the counter. "Do you like turkey?" She questioned while peeling back the plastic and turning to look at Anna with a raised brow. She caught a glimpse of Dean gawking at her in the usual way that he did and once she turned, a beatific smile tugged at her lips.

"There it is again..." Ruby yanked Dean from his blissful daydream. He rolled his eyes at the demon, peeved with her habit of ruining good moments.

"There is what again?" The hunter queried. He did not care for her answer.

Ruby's jaw fell to the floor as she finally put together what was happening. She would admit it took her a while to see, but who cared? "Wow," She laughed. "Dean Winchester has feelings?"

"What?" Dean snapped, turning his head to face the demon. He particularly wasn't up for her childish antics at the given moment.

The brunette shook her head, deciding to leave it alone before 'The Great Dean Winchester' stabbed her.

At that, Dean returned his attention to the two women in the kitchen. He could make out the sound of Ariel's small giggles followed by a typical question, "Mayo or no?"

"Mayo please." Anna twiddles her thumbs, waiting for her sandwich.

A pair of boots could be heard, trudging down the steps. Ariel turned her attention to the giant that entered the kitchen and stole half of the sandwich she prepared for Anna. "Sam!" She held up her hands, wagging her finger in a 'no' gesture.

Sam took a large bite of the sandwich, chewing it before he noticed that all eyes were on him. "What?" He questioned, gulping down the bits that he chewed. "Why is everyone looking at me?"

Ruby scoffed, "That was hers." She held her hand out, indicating to Anna who sat quietly at the table. Anna didn't want to argue with the nice hunter.

"No, It's okay... I wasn't that hungry anyways." Anna lied and gave them all a shy smile and pushed a few stray strands out of her face.

Ariel tossed the dirty knife into the sink and held her hands up, "Unbelievable." Why would she lie about it? That was something the angel didn't understand.

Dean took a substep forward, but before he could get a word out, Ariel vanished. He assumed that she went outside. "Any word on Pamela?" The hunter decided to just get on with helping Anna remember her past.

"Uh..." Sam took another bite of the sandwich before answering his brother, "She said she would help, but no angels." He swallowed most of what was left, "So, I'm not sure if we should tell Ariel to stay up here... or outside."

Dean gave a slight chuckle, "Outside? Sam, she isn't a dog... she stays here- inside." The hunter rocked on his feet, pursing his lips as he contemplated on driving or letting Sam pick her up. He glanced at Ruby and that was all it took to grab his jacket and snatch the keys from Sam.

"I'll get the psychic, you get Anna back in the panic room." Dean started for the front door but before he left the kitchen he did a 180 and pointed at Sam and Ruby with a coy smile, "No...uh...y'know." With that, he opened the door and closed it behind him.

OUTSIDE

DAY

Once Dean was out on the porch he halted at the sight of Ariel who was staring heavenward with parted lips. Was she praying or listening? It was hard to tell. She always seemed to be staring upwards. The righteous man started down the steps, maneuvering around Ariel's large wings and holding onto the railing for support. As he reached the bottom step, Ariel's melodic voice filled his ears.

"Are you sure you should go alone?" The ginger pushed herself to her feet, taking a few steps toward the human. She looked into his eyes while lifting her hand to his sternum and over his heart. A line appeared between her brows. "It's just, I won't be able to find you if something happens," She murmured.

Dean caught her wrist, gripping it with care. He lifted a brow at her worrying, "Nah, I'll be fine." He ran his thumb over the back of her hand before lowering it and turning away. "Sam and Anna need you more in case those hex bags are shit," The green-eyed human sauntered over to his sleek Impala and perched himself against it.

"Okay?" Dean gazed at his angel.

Ariel pursed her lips and nodded, "Okay."

The wearied man gave a lopsided grin then opened the driver side door, but before he climbed in, he glanced over his shoulder at the pouting angel and parted his lips as if he were apart to tell her to come but decided against it. He climbed into the car, started the ignition, and pulled off into the distance.

Ariel watched the impala drive around the heap of cars and disappear. She let out a heavy sigh as this particular scenario reminded her of the job change.

The angel plopped down on the steps, resting her head in her palms.

PART THREE

SERIES MASTERLIST

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Heaven: Part one

Chapter Summary:

Character(s): Ariel, Dean, Sam, Ruby, Anna, Castiel, Uriel, Lucifer, Michael

Pairing(s): Eventual Dean x Ariel, Ruby x Sam, (former) Lucifer x Ariel

Warning(s): MAJOR Angst, Little bit of Crack, Angelcest??? Typical SUPERNATURAL Violence, Mild Language

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Beta'd by Zoe (a friend)

Word count: 2,480+

PREVIOUSLY ON HEY JUDE

The jaded man took a leery step forward as her wings were now projected onto him for the others to see. They were wrapped around Dean at the time she was standing near him. His breathing hitched in his throat as a bright light engulfed the room, and when it died down, all three angels were gone.

Dean brought his hands up to his head, "No..." He ran his digits through his hair and shook his head in denial.

"Where's Ariel?" Sam breathed.

NOW

CABIN

NIGHT

This shouldn't be happening to them, not again. Though they only knew Ariel for a couple of months, the boys considered her family. And to have that person constantly ripped from you; It hurts.

Sam straightened at the sight of his older brother nearly close to breaking. It was nice to see Dean smile so much in a small span of time and then to have that reason for his smile disappear, it gutted Sam.

"Fuck," Dean muttered through clenched teeth. He inhaled deeply, uncertain if he should pray. What would be the point? The broken man wiped the blood from his cheek as he pivoted on his heel and started for the backroom.

Once he reached the door, he opened it, seeing blood drip down the woman's arms. "Anna!" Dean shouted, rushing over to her and pulling a bandana from his pocket. He began wrapping it around her cuts.

"Are they- are they gone?" Anna inhaled sharply as she sank down into the chair. She glanced at Dean with a small smile, hoping that the offending angels had vanished.

Sam and Ruby blocked the door, peering in to see what had been going on in the room. Sam furrowed his brows in confusion, studying the sigil on the mirror.

Dean pulled the scarf tight to cut off circulation and tried his best to collect himself before speaking, "What did you do? Did you kill them?"

Anna shook her head and let it fall back as she gazed up at Dean, "No. I sent them away...far away"

The hunter took in her words and just let out a heavy sigh, "Yeah, Well you sent Ariel away too...so wanna tell me how?" Dean tore himself away from the girl, a bit upset that he couldn't check on Ariel. She didn't particularly have a cellphone.

"That just popped in my head. I don't know how I did it," Anna began to panic. "I just did it." She added with emphasis.

Dean shut his eyes and dragged his hand over his face before nodding his head. "Alright," He muttered. The righteous man turned out of the room and slipped past Ruby. He inhaled and glanced over at his brother who spoke in a breathy tone.

"So where did she send Ariel?" Sam asked, a bit concerned.

"Don't know," Dean sighed. He then turned around to face his brother and recommenced, "But she'll be back- So, what do you think?" He gestured to the backroom, presumably Anna.

Sam huffed, "I think Anna's getting more interesting by the second."

"Yeah, I agree." Dean stepped around Sam and brought a hand to his jaw and massaged the area where Uriel hit him. He glanced at the floor and furrowed his brows. "And what did they mean by 'She's not innocent'?"

The long-haired hunter shrugged his shoulders, "It seems like they want her bad, and not just 'cause of the angel radio thing. I mean, that blood spell-- some serious crap, man." He whispered the last part.

"Something's going on with her," Dean added while shaking his head. He looked off to the left before bringing his eyes back to his brother, "See what you can find out."

Sam raised his brows at that command, "What are you gonna do?"

Dean nodded his head toward the back room, "Anna may have sent the angels to the outfield, but, sooner or later, they're gonna be back." He shifted before he resumed speaking, "We gotta get ourselves safe now, and we can't depend on Ariel to save our asses each time."

EMPTY FIELD A FEW STATES AWAY

NIGHT

"FUCK!" Ariel shouted as she pulled herself out of the hole that was made when she descended. The archangel peered over her shoulders at her crooked feathers with a glowering look.

A car drove by with its headlights stealing her attention and blinding her before she returned it to her disheveled wings.

"How annoying," Ariel grumbled to herself. Whilst bringing a filth covered hand to her copper tresses and pushing a few strays behind her ear, she let out a defeated sigh. "I had it under control."

No, she did not.

As she fixed the crooked feathers, a gruff voice reverberated through her vessel's skull. Someone was praying; Specifically Dean.

His voice was low, almost as if he wasn't sure if he wanted to pray or not. His next words confirmed her suspicions. 'Uh...I'm praying-'

Ariel snorted as she shook her wings and gave them one strong flap before starting down the highway. "Get on with the prayer." She thought. Dean resumed talking, almost as if he heard her remark, 'We're uh... heading to Bobby's just to see what we can find to protect ourselves. Sam's gonna do some research and see what he can dig up- anyways,' Dean sighed. 'Be careful. See you when we get there.'

The archangel let out a heavy sigh. She couldn't let all of the arguing get to her. Yes, things were much more serious now than in the past but she had to address the situation with almost the same mentality. Saving Anna meant potentially having more allies, having more allies meant more connections and possibly to finding out which seals Lilith will break next.

Ariel took in a considerable amount of air before giving her wings a sturdy flap and flying to Bobby's empty home.

BOBBY'S LIBRARY

NIGHT

A soft fluttering of wings meant that Ariel had arrived. It was quiet, quaint, and...lonely.

"This isn't quite how I imagined the rest of my night to go-" Ariel murmured to herself before browsing the vast wells of knowledge that sat on the shelves in Bobby's library. She traced her fingers on the dusty spinal columns of each book before hovering over a particular book.

A book of the five archangels.

"Interesting," She brought her fingers to her face, nibbling on her nails and debating whether or not she wanted to know what humans thought of her. It wasn't like she already hadn't known but there were different variations.

In some, she was called The Guardian, in others, she was mostly labeled 'Dilzmo obza' which meant 'Other half' in Enochian. She preferred the title not associated with her homicidal mate. It was hard to discern whether she was still shrouded in his darkness or was brought out of it- telling by how comfortable she felt in her own skin, she assumed she no longer needed to worry about Lucifer manipulating her emotions from the cage.

The Guardian pried the book from the shelf and took a seat on the orange couch that wasn't too far from the bureau by the fireplace. She flipped to a random page in the book and began reading. As if the universe wanted to shove it down her throat, there, beautifully painted, sat a portrait of Lucifer; An image before and after his exile.

"Drilpa esiasch" Ariel murmured instinctively. Eons had passed yet whenever she saw anything remotely resembling him she always said those two words. Big brother.

The ginger ran her fingers across the aged paper, trying her best not to retreat deep into her mind.

'You know sometimes we could try making our own Universe.' A disembodied voice echoed through the room, startling the young angel. Her eyes darted around the darkness, searching for a face to match the voice to but they soon just fell on the watercolor painting of Lucifer.

Ariel realized that it was all in her head. She stared at the book with a veiled expression.

"Think of the things we could create together. Me, the idealistic God, you, the tiny but strong angel that is very supportive." The voice whispered into her ear, the hot breath making her vessel shudder.

Ariel's brows snapped together as her eyes glossed over in white. A flashback clouded her mind.

It was an unusually quiet day, her other three brothers were doing their usual tasks, either helping Father create or training the fledglings; This left Lucifer and Ariel by themselves most of the time, stargazing.

This happened to be a few days after a heated debate between Lucifer, Michael and Ariel , which put the three archangels in an awkward predicament.

Ariel followed after her bonded, Lucifer, but never left Michael's side. Ultimately she was torn between the two. In the end, she felt compelled to choose the rebellious angel. Always.

The small celestial being gazed at the passing comet, wishing it were her.

Ariel tilted her head at the second eldest, "I would just be a supportive angel? Why not help you create and be a Goddess?" She scrutinized him with a raised brow.

Lucifer shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Sure- Goddess, supportive angel... Whatever you want." The male let his icy azure eyes fall on his sister's skeptical grimace, searching her eyes for some kind of response but silence fell over the room.

The silence gnawed at him. What was she thinking? Why didn't she respond to that? It was clear that maybe she had other ideas.

"I have something to confess-" The both of them spoke simultaneously, shocking the other.

It brought a smile to the woman's face, "You first."

"I have a confession...I don't really think father's creation deserves our love, at least not more than he deserves it." Lucifer murmured. His tone of voice was soft, almost if he was uncertain if he should be telling her this, but he didn't really have anyone else to tell BUT her.

Ariel gawked at the blonde sitting not too far from her. She wanted to ignore everything that just came from his mouth but it proved to be difficult. The main question that came to the front of her mind was 'Why?' but she decided that she didn't want to know his reasoning.

"They can be a bit strange...yes," Ariel whispered.

Lucifer picked up on this mood change almost instantly. Maybe he should have saved his thoughts for another time. "It's more than that." He grumbled.

Ariel shut her eyes. "We cannot talk about this," She hissed.

"Why can't we? Are we going to be cast out?" The testy angel laughed at his own joke, showing he didn't particularly care about being caught for talking bad about Father's creations.

There was a beat.

The clairsentient being let out a heavy sigh and pushed himself to his feet. He shook his wings, ruffling out a few feathers before giving them a soft flap. They were encompassing his muscular build, soft and pink. Lucifer made no effort to turn his head completely as he spoke to the youngest archangel, "No matter what happens to me, or where I'll go, I'll always come for you."

Ariel immediately rose from her seated position, "What does that mean?"

His vagueness nipped at her, peaking her inquisitive side. He sauntered over toward the exit, his large wings draping on the floor behind his feet. And before he turned down the hall, he turned half of his body and gave his twin flame an inscrutable look.

"It'll make sense to you, when you're older..." Lucifer's words trailed off near the end before he continued. "G'll uran, G'll uran."

Ariel stared after her mysterious brother, contemplating whether she should follow after him or not.

She chose the former. She always chose the former.

Ariel blindly followed after Lucifer.

KITCHEN

MORNING

The sound of birds chirping filled the crisp morning air, the crickets seceding and quieting for the day.

Ariel stared blankly into the brown paper, her mind elsewhere. Why did she always find herself reminiscing about old times when it was clear that version Lucifer was long gone.

A loud slam caught Ariel's attention but she didn't bother to turn her head once she heard the familiar thud of Dean's boots. She heard mumbling and the steps drawing nearer.

"So you hunt things like demons?" Anna's voice could be faintly heard over the sound of buzzing in the back of Ariel's mind.

Dean's voice was deep and clear, "Yup, vampires, ghouls, demons, witches, werewolves, shapeshifters-"

Ruby cut in, "Dean." She casted him a sardonic look.

"Hey, she asked- don't look at me like that," Dean grumbled, rounding the corner and halting once he caught a glimpse of red locks.

There she was, alive, sitting on the couch and reading a lore book like she didn't just almost bash in an angel's head hours before.

Dean's breathing hitched in his throat once he studied her relaxed physique. Large black and golden wings were draped across the couch, like silk. Her trench coat was dangling on the armrest, her legs crossed and lips pursed. She seemed to be in deep thought or maybe disassociated.

"You're here," Dean breathed, his voice coming out higher pitched than he intended. He cleared his throat, embarrassed.

Ariel took a small peek through her sheer curtain of copper strands at Dean who had a constipated grimace. The angel inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, "Well, an angel banishing symbol isn't going to kill anything." She gingerly marked the page for later and closed the lore book.

After setting the book aside, the angel stood to her feet and sauntered past the three beings and into the kitchen, looking for something to snack on. Angels didn't need to eat, but she liked the taste and texture of food. Eyes followed Ariel as she rummaged through the refrigerator. When she turned to face the group, she spoke with her mouth full of chicken., "It's just really annoying."

Dean raised a finger to protest Ariel shoving the chicken in her mouth but lowered it once he realized that it may have been a few weeks old.

"Sorry, I uh...ruffled your feathers?" Anna giggled at her pun which earned her a pointed look from the archangel.

Ariel chewed the last bits of chicken and swallowed, licking the leftover crumbs from her lips. "You think it's funny but it's pretty disorienting. Imagine getting on a rollercoaster and the drop is an immediate 90-degree angle."

Anna pulled her lips into a tight smile, giving Ariel her best poker face. Dean and Ruby mimicked her.

"Yeah, not so fun, right?" Ariel derided.

The male hunter clasped his hands and rubbed them together, "Right, well, Let's get you into the panic room, Anna." Dean motioned his arms toward the hall that led down into the basement.

PART TWO

SERIES MASTERLIST

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