#fracturedsword

He was honest to God terrified- Being here in Limbo alone. If something went wrong nobody would know where to find him. He prepared the small iron cage branded with the angel trap enclosed in holy fire, and other ingredients and liquors. He drew the protection sigils in blood on his person as Rowena had done, eyes glowering orange as he recited the security measures spell.

"Foh roh deh gah lah moh rayMah hoh tah.."

He proceeded to voice the summoning spell, which would summon him and trap him in the cage. "Foh reh say-lah!" He tossed the pinch of ingredients in the ritual bowl as he murmured the words, and the storm in Limbo indicated it had worked.

Maybe this is how it would always end.. Sam, in hell, standing before an archangel. He swallowed thickly, tightening his jaw as his eyes laid upon Michael's projection into the cage.

"Hello Michael." @fracturedsword

Things as of late had been going to shit, to put it mildly. Monsters have been going totally ape shit, things popping up on the wrong continents, hunters getting killed left and right. There was so much ground to cover Alice and her father had to split off for a while, with Mark hunting down some leads, and Alice keeping a lid on some smaller stuff in a more local area. 

And there was definitely a Weird(tm) thing that happen last night. In the local forest there had been reports of a bright light and load noises coming from it early that morning. Locals say the area where the lights had been was totally wrecked. Trees uprooted, trunks snapped in half, and with no storm to explain it it had left everyone stumped.

It was enough to get Alice’s hunter instinct tingling. So she headed out that way to investigate what had happen. The area was indeed totally trashed, but in an oddly controlled way. Or more, small... If something large fell out of the sky like a plan, even a small one, it would make more of a mess. It looked almost like... a person had dropped out of the sky and not splattered on impact.

She started to look around for some more clues. It was easy enough to trace the point of entry to the point of in pact. And like the report said, there was nothing there. But, no there... a spot of blood along one of the torn up tree trunks, then another, almost looked like a hand print on a tree a few feet away. 

Holy shit was it something human like?

She started following the train that lead away.

Bobby’s expression darkened, though more at the boil of feelings that question had poked than at Michael. He knew full well that if the angel had any idea of his childhood, he wouldn’t have even asked, so it was innocent ignorance and thus forgivable.

Still...

Kemuel sat at the counter as sunlight poured into the cabin, warming up his right side and glinting in his brown eyes. He looked over his shoulder, back straightening at the sound. Michael must be up, stirring. Was he in need of food, wound care? The archangel lifted the mug to his lips. Cinnamon tea greeted his lips and likewise warmed up his cold gut. At least then he’d feel something other than confusion.

“You are up early. Is something the matter?”

Sam froze as the words processed themselves through his consciousness, and then lifted his head very slowly to look at the archangel. There was no colour in his face, and a very faint tremble in his voice.

was it too early to say crowley felt his life stolen right out of his own pockets? was it too early to believe that despite doing everything he was meant to do, everything he was told to do.. that the fates still thought of him as unworthy? was he meant to wither away in the dark with a stranger by his side who’d rather cut his own throat rather than to be with him? had he been a sinner in his previous life, so the gods felt he deserved to be punished continuously? 

so many questions, yet answers were nowhere near - no support found in those he thought closest. it’s an honor, crowley. i’d not trust anybody else with this task. it was ridiculous to think that crowley was the only one capable of babysitting an angel. angels were vile creatures, stuck on high horses with little to no respect for those they slaughtered in battle as most of them were beneath feathered royalty anyway. now he was supposed to live side by side with one? when trust didn’t come easy in the first place? 

eyes upon the feathered mass, he could not deny the sight was less atrocious than he’d originally expected, yet the man’s appearance confirmed everything crowley had imagined. worst case scenario, huh? standing among those he rose his sword against in battle not too long ago, blindingly bright armor that spoke of wealth & flourishing lands - demonkind wasn’t as lucky. population outgrew the angels by far, yet their lands were all but fruitful. 

the initial ceremony to welcome the prince of the angels was lenght-y, yet crowley spent most of it apart from his new protegé, mingling with the demons under his command to ensure they would stand watch during the night. the angel was bound - elegantly nonetheless, to avoid him fleeing after the proper wedding - after the bond was forged between them. he was their insurance & it was upon crowley to bind him to this place. 

few angels had joined the prince, though they looked less than uncomfortable to say the least, surely eager to run back home to papa once their duty was done. his angel though, he looked calm for the most part. 

might as well go talk to him... eh? bend the rules a bit. 

freedom was finally his again, his body moved when he wanted it to - his mind .. well, it didn’t belong only to him, but at least he was in control. it was .. strange after so long, to finally feel himself again. he could also feel the other two, heard their voices, but they no longer owned him. life was his once again & he intended to keep it. he’d been promised peace & had been given no such thing. he’d been made a prisoner instead. no more, no. 

he’d been left with nothing but the clothes on him, no phone - no wallet, nothing to get out of here & back home quickly. he didn’t even know where he was, trying to keep track when bound to god was not easy. he couldn’t even be completely sure if it was the right planet - the right world. though the winchesters here were as he remembered them, so he assumed the last world was theirs. he was back home then, somewhat. 

all he could do was wander now, try find his way back home. after hours of blind wandering, he found civilization in the form of a little town. first thing he did was exchange the fancy suit for something cheaper in a second hand store, so he had some money to spend, next step was finding out where he was, third was the winchesters, but they once again changed numbers. whatever. 

It was a whole day before Michael received a reply to his letter.

It was not the reply he was likely expecting.

His forest sanctuary came alive with the sound of feathers; the arrival of angels, in suited vessels, most of them bleeding grace in an all too sickeningly familiar way.  He was easily surrounded by dozens of them at once.

Instead of attacking, they took a knee in reverence.

The last to arrive was the angel Naomi; in her neatly kept vessel, she landed with her hands folded in front of her with Michael’s letter in them.  And right behind her right shoulder, at attention and blank-eyed, stood Castiel.