#thread:dina

It felt like that was everything she did these days. 

First, she fell from Heaven. Quite literally, plummeting to the ground with such a speed, she wondered if it would leave her broken and shattered like a human would with the impact that sole action had upon her entire existence. 

Sisters and brothers alike had been expelled from heaven without any warning. And all she knew was that it was the fault of those hunters. The Winchesters and Castiel. 

Then came the falling in another way. The longer she spent on Earth, the more she felt herself falling prey to vice in a manner her holy being never should. Every time she sinned, however minor, she berated herself. Yet, life on earth had a way of leaving her without much choice. In order to walk among the mortals, to belong to them and to survive herself, a white lie now and then was inevitable. 

And now came the worst fall of all. 

Staring at those bright eyes, she felt her body warm in a way she had never experienced before. Unable to turn away, she drew closer and held her hand out for him to shake in a friendly gesture. “Hello. I am Dina.” Angel of learning and wisdom, she added mentally, for she had introduced herself as thus for eons. Biting down on her lip, she managed to keep that to herself though. “Who are you?” 

Dina had not left the little town where she’d landed after literally falling from Heaven, but she also knew she would never locate the girl if she continued to hide. Despite all her knowledge of the world and how it worked, she had not experienced much for herself yet and it made the brunette hesitant. 

What if she could not find the girl? What if she were to fail and any chance of restoring her home in its heavenly glory would be lost? 

Perhaps calling would be the safer option? But then what was she to say? Hello, I am an angel of the Lord and you are our only hope of ever returning to Heaven. Please join me so I can help you achieve your destiny? That wouldn’t go over well. 

After another day of debating on what the best option was, the brunette had finally gathered all her courage and made the journey to find the one and only Joyce Summers. However, standing in front of the door, hand poised to knock --for a very lengthy period of time-- those former questions came back to plague her mind again. How should she proceed now? 

“The infamous Dean Winchester,” Dina commented, looking him over more intently than needed, but she was curious as ever about the man. Before she fell to this Earth, Dina had always kept up with the Winchester stories, wisdom and knowledge being her field, after all. To be faced with one of them now, was very much like meeting a character in a book. 

And where it was mostly their fault she was down here, the angel had quite come to like her new way of life, so she did not bother with grudges. Instead, she focused on how much she had followed of his life and the reality of actually getting to meet him. 

“How--” For being the wise one, Dina could not believe that she had been out of the loop regarding her brother’s return. Usually, the brunette had the answer to everything as she absorbed any knowledge eagerly, and she could converse about the most relevant matters in politics or the typical small talk humans seemed to prefer. But now, she stood there, dumbfounded. 

And then slowly, realization seemed to sink in. Her brother was there. He was alive! Emotion crossed fleetingly upon her features, ranging from relief and happiness to hope and sadness. So much had happened. So much had been lost. 

@tobeblamed ~ angst is good for the soul

HESITANCE was evident with every step she took which brought her closer to the huddled form nearby. When she'd decided to intrude Dean's dream, she hadn't imagined him having a nightmare. For a moment, she wondered whether it would be best to come back at a different time, but the angel could not deny the urgency of the matter. It wasn't like she enjoyed infiltrating the minds of humans in such an evasive way, but it had appeared the safest option.

DEBATING further for another minute, she finally decided to push through. Perhaps she could even take away the terrors of this dream and ease the hunter into a more restful slumber. Moving to stand next to him, she found herself staring down at a dying Sam.

He had been SHREDDED apart by some creature and from the cuts, she could only guess it had been either a hellhound or a werewolf. Not that it truly mattered for this was but a dream, after all. Bending down next to Dean, she reached out and used her grace in his dream. It looked like she was healing Sam in the dream, even though it was but an illusion in this astral plane.