//------------------------------// // Chapter 7 Day: Why... Why God? // Story: Supernatural: Day, Night, and Shadows // by BioQuillFiction //------------------------------// A lot can happen in a single year. A single year of events so fast moving, so unseen, it shook heaven to its core and broke it. Lucifer, for all his promise of redemption, of change. Failed. T was discovered he was crafting life, creatures of...unholy abilities, and word has it he was seen in heaven...consuming Rose’s soul. The Mother Celestia grew up with and loved. Gone. Forever. Celestia spent her days among the clouds, this broke Gabriel, and he left, vanishing without so much as a goodbye. Michel stayed distant, feeling emotions was new to him, and pain. Pain of this grand betrayal and heartache of seeing Celestia so torn apart, he’d prefer to be emotionless to that. Metatron kept to his work, then when it was finished, vanished as well without so much as a goodbye. Only Castiel remained with Celestia. The filly now, physically, thirteen or so. The only family she’d ever known was now falling apart. No, it fell apart. SHattered upon hitting the ground and the pieces were too many to put together. Castiel’s duty was to watch over Celestia, and so, he did. Keeping near here for comfort, for food, to remind her of her...bodily needs. Force her to eat when needed. Emotions where not well known to Castiel, but he knew what it felt to fail as a parent. Rose gave him some insight, and now, he had his own first hand experience. God told him once, Experience makes you stronger. If that were true, what strength can be pulled from this? “Daddy?” Celestia spoke. “Yes?” Castiel replied. This was her first real words in almost ten years. To humans, that’s something to praise, to beings as ageless as her, and angels, It’s like not speaking for a day. Either way, Castiel was glad to hear her voice, no matter how sad it was. “What did you do...before I came along?” “Honestly? Not much. Make sure the souls of heaven where well kept, their own personal heavens not failing to keep them happy. It was mostly just walking around and checking up on all the souls every now and then.” “So...you’re happy...I came along?” It was a simply answered question, but one that can spur a bad reaction if answered the wrong way. “At first, I thought of it as another task. Rose, the others… We call each other brothers, sisters, we know each other so very well, but you, and Rose… We called ourselves a family, but you two showed me what a real family is like. Even with all that’s happened...I’d change nothing.” “What did...uncle Lucifer used to do?” Castiel about winced. He caught that, finding that both new and strange. “Lucifer was an archangel, like Michael… Raphael… and Gabriel. The strongest, the first ones.” “Now two are gone…” “...Yes…” “Hmm… They all used to say I could be as strong as them. Maybe stronger. Can I become one? An archangel?” “I...don’t know. Perhaps. You’d have to speak with God I suppose.” “I see…” Celestia said, standing up, and walking off. “Will...you join me? There’s two slots open.” “I’m not made for that. I was a simple foot soldier, I’ll support you, help you until you need...stronger opponents.” “Thank you daddy. At least...you will always be with me.” “Of course. You are my daughter, after all.” “So, what’s the job?” Celestia asked. It’s been countless years since she trained and became the newest archangel, her first job, help her father resurrect then communicate with a special human. “Dragging Dean Winchester out of hell and bringing him back to life.” Castiel said, failing to hide some joy in his voice. “Why do you seem happy?” “This is our first mission together since you became an archangel. I am a mix of proud and excited.” Celestia chuckled. “Fair enough dad.” “I miss when you’d call me daddy.” “Don’t we have a Winchester to drag out of hell.” “Yeah… So, you wanna kill the demons while I drag him out?” “Yeah. I could use some good practice.”