Hey Little sis
A/N: This is my first series. As always, you can tell me what I could work on. I also didn’t realise how similar this series could be to the “Hey, Momma” series by @becaamm , until my friend told me too read it. But i would highly recommend checking it out. Remember, Alway keep fighting. xx
Pairing: None (Yet ;-) )
Summery: Your the Archangels little sister.
It was a normal morning. After being informed that you and the boys were having the day off, you decided that now was a good time to do the grocery run. Normally you weren’t one for doing the shopping, but once you saw there was no coffee left, it was decided; a moody Sam was extravagantly worse that doing the groceries.
Half way there you received a text from dean, simply informing you to come home to the bunker immediately. In an instant, you filled with worry. Speeding back to the bunker in no time.
With gun raised high, and ears expecting to hear the sound of pain. You entered, only for your muscles relax at the sound of the boys chatting. Turning the corner to enter the map room, you come face with, not two men, but three. The third being Chuck.
Just as your eyes land on him, you couldn’t contain your emotions; Anger, pain. stupidity. It was too much. Why you never saw it before you don’t know. Turning to leave when “Wait!” you were interrupted, your thoughts as well as your actions. Choosing to obey, you pause, turning round to face him. Too face your dad.
His expression softened “you’ve changed” all you can do is scoff. Of cores you’ve changed, it’s only been what? A couple of hundred years. “well that makes the two of us, I became a hunter and you became a drunk writer, who hid from his own children let alone his first Daughter”
Noticing the confusion on Sam and Deans faces. You decide to fill them in a little. “You see boys, this here ‘Chuck’ is actually God. Yes, sadly the real deal.” Their confusion grew, along with the silence. “How do you know all this” was all Dean could manage.
You never told them, and you weren’t ready to tell them. However, in this moment you must. “Well you see. . umm .. wel-“ You were cut off. “she’s an Archangel. Well was an Archangel, until I took her Grace that is.” There it goes. The truth.
“So your human?” Sam finally spoke up. “No” Chuck answered in your place. “I Wasn’t talking to you” Sam growled, currently staring at you, eagerly awaiting an answer, “I’m not just any angel, you see as chuck said I’m an Archangel, when or if, one of us was to lose our grace, we don’t lose our wings. They just become dormant.” Looking to see their reactions, Dean was shaking his head, all the while Sam was rubbing his face.
“can I see them?” Dean whispered. No one had seen your wings, apart from other archangels. Bowing your head, you use all your energy into showing your wings. They were beaten, Scared and broken. Seeing the shock on their faces you decided to speck up. “all those bullets you guys miraculously missed, I took. If possible I would take any blow”
As Sam was about to speak up he was interrupted, “Well, time to go then, we’ve got the family waiting.” And with a zap you were gone.
“Hey, little Sis” came from a voice behind, turning around you see your older brothers. All of them, Together.