//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 Day: Angel Dad // Story: Supernatural: Day, Night, and Shadows // by BioQuillFiction //------------------------------// Even in Humanities early years Heaven has always been for the souls who earned their place within its embrace. Castiel, like many of the other angels, spent time wandering the many personal heavens each soul had for itself. He found one especially pleasing. It was that of a young boy, who died from starvation. It was a beach, mid winter, cold, but the scenery was breathtaking. The sun was stuck in an eternal mid-day, and the boy was often seen spearfishing in she swallows, catching large fish with each thrust. There was a rocky hill Castiel often stood on and looked at the sun. Being an angel, this was tricky as his true form was… for lack of a better word, impossible for mortals to handle, so, with God’s permission, he sought a vessel, and found one. His vessel was that of slave teen, red hair, green eyes, ragged clothes, it wouldn’t last long and he would have to release the boy before his body burned out. He had a few years before that though, so he wasn’t concerned yet. Castiel sighed. Ever since he had been made he had done orders, served and done what he had been told, as angels should. Yet, he always felt he was made for more. He looked up at the sun. “...Father, I know you made each of us for a reason, each and every one of us has some purpose no matter how minuscule...so...why do I feel so unfulfilled? So...lacking of purpose?” Hours passed as Castiel kept on staring at the false sun of the soul’s heaven, and sighed. As he began to walk down the rocky hill, a bright light out shined the sun in the personal heaven sky. Castiel felt a holy energy approach him, and when the light faded, before him, sitting in a patch of sand, not turned to glass from the heat was a small creature, one Castiel recognized. Horse, no, not quite, smaller. Pony. Though, this was different. It was smaller than even a human infant, had a tiny pair of wings on it’s back, a small white horn in the center of it’s forehead, and had a pink mane and tail. Castiel was speechless. It’s holy radiance seemed to rival that of even Michels, and from what he could tell...it was so young. He wondered Is this a new angel of God’s making? He slowly approached it, carefully in his footing. It’s ears perked up as she looked up, big, wide, magenta eyes staring at Castiel. It got up, and slowly walked up to him. After a time had passed, it was up to his leg, the two still locking eyes. Then, it smiled at Castiel. Castiel kneeled down, still towering over the filly. “Who are you? Are you a new sister? A new angel?” The pony looked confused, and then so was Castiel. “Well, you must be, you have the holy grace of an archangel.” The pony still looked confused, and Castiel chuckled. “Maybe it’s best to ask God...wow...this will be my second time ever meeting him.” Castiel said, carefully lifting her up and holding her in his arms. The filly at first was frightened, then calmed and shifted to get comfortable, hugging Castiel’s vessel’s arm. Castiel, at feeling this, felt an emotion, something unknown to him, but one day, will be known all too well to him. Joy. It had been a day since Castiel showed the filly, Celestia, God said her name was, to God. His response was unexpected. He told Castiel that she wasn’t his creation, but that of a close friend from well before time and space were concepts. While God knew she vanished from before he created existence, he didn’t expect her to be able to create like he does, or even know how she did so. What he could tell from her was that Celestia would age, but slowly, and eventually, stop aging altogether once mature. Her body was physical, but also existed in the ethereal planes. Then, God told Castiel something that caught him off guard. “Raise her Castiel, she holds powers and abilities from a place completely unknown to even I. Raise her to do what is right, raise her to be as bright as the sun.” Those words rang in Castiel’s head, and he accepted the task ahead of him, though, he, in all his powers, was way over his head. Time had no meaning in Heaven, yet Celestia still needed sleep, and slept when night had fallen over earth, save for this night, where she was crying and screaming with all her small, yet powerful lungs could give. They were in the heaven of a woman who she, and her child died from a rather icy cold night. Their heaven was a small nursery, wooden crib with cloth sheets and a fire burning warmth in the center of the room. In a chair next to it, the mother cradling the baby. While the woman was real, the baby was an illusion, as all children and infant souls are reincarnated after death. Castiel found this place and used it as a place for Celestia to sleep. He didn’t need sleep, so he usually just watched her, but with her screams, he was covering the ears of his vessel, despite being an angel, Celestia’s screams hurt even to him. “What is her problem?!” He yelled, not knowing what to do, so he grabbed the soul of the woman who’s heaven they were in. Doing so snapped her out of the illusion of her heaven, and while the world around them still stood, her infant floated in the air. The woman, shocked at this, panicked before noticing Celestia, then looked at Castiel. “Can you please see why she won’t stop crying?” He asked, trying his best to seem friendly. The woman, confused and scared, picked up Celestia, and cradled her, like she did the illusion of her baby. Celestia calmed a bit, but was still sniffeling. “Has she eaten?” The woman asked, still confused. “Eaten, I don’t see if she needs to-” Castiel was interrupted when a large rumbling came from Celestia’s tummy, making the filly scream again. The woman, motherly instincts kicking in, whacked Castiel on the head. “Okay, I don’t know who, or what you are or what even is going on, but how dare you starve a baby!” While the hit didn’t harm Castiel, for some reason it still make him slightly fear the woman. “Well, what does she eat? I’m an angel, I don’t know what to do.” The woman was about to speak, then looked at Celestia, the filly still crying in hunger, then back to Castiel. “Uh. Milk, hay, apples, things like that I think? She’s not human so I’m guessing here.” Castiel sighed. “Alright, I’ll be back.” He said, vanishing for several seconds before appearing with two large bags, one filled with hay, the other apples, and a large bucket of milk. “Okay, so then...what do you like Celestia?” The woman placed Celestia next to the food, and the filly’s tears soon dried, her mouth watering as she first devoured several apples, then drank a good quarter of the bucket of milk, then was munching on the hay. “Looks like she likes it all.” The woman said, looking up as Castiel. “So, you’re an angel then? So that means I…?” “Am in heaven, yes.” Castiel confirmed. “And my child…” The woman said sorrowful, looking at the still floating illusion of her child. “Being an infant, he was reincarnated after death.” Castiel explained. ‘Oh...can you...take that away?” The woman asked, staring at the floating, self catering image of her baby. “It just...hurts to look at it.” Castiel nodded, and raised his hand as the illusion vanished. “I am Castiel, I was intrusted with protecting and Raising Celestia here.” “What is she, God’s daughter? Oh, my name Rose.” Castiel nodded. “No Rose, she is not God’s daughter, though she is a creation of a friend of his apartnely. He doesn’t know where her maker is so until then I am to raise her.” “Well asking an angel to raise a baby that needs food, and likely other baby things… You don’t know what you are doing are you?” “I am an angel, I can handle anything.” “Really? Then why’d you beg me to make her stop crying?” “...Okay I do need some help, God told me she’s immortal, but didn’t say she still needed to eat, and ‘other baby stuff’.” Castiel said, Quoting Rose. Rose chuckled, picking up the now full Celestia and patting her back til she burped, finally getting drowsy and dozing off. Once she was asleep, Rose placed her back into the crib. “I’ll help, on one condition.” “What is this condition?” “If you, my clueless angel, are raising Celestia, I wanna raise her too.” “You...wish to be her mother?” Rose nodded. “That’s right. And if you have to raise her too, you have to be a father.” “Okay...how do I do that?” Rose sighed, shaking her head. “We got a lot of work to do…”