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Rain fell over Eden. The fields and the forests that had once been shining vibrantly under the sun were now cloaked in the watery blues and grays of the downpour. Mist was forming in the land's higher regions, and the steady rhythm of droplets pattering on the foliage lulled the animals to a sense of tranquility. A cave was tucked away behind rows of olive trees, which provided Lucifer with a bit of cover as he stood near its entrance. As an archangel, he did not need to take shelter from the rain, but Blue was still sensitive to the elements, and he would much rather have his sibling in a dry, secured place. After all, given Blue's delicate

Present day (10:48 P.M.) It had been a long day, and despite the fatigue and the aches on his body caused by nearly getting beaten into a pulp, Dean strolled out of the warm motel room and into the chilly night. Sam, meanwhile, stayed inside to watch TV and munch on the Vietnamese takeout, which tasted a bit weird but it was the only place that was still open and served a relatively warm meal. Of course, Dean did not wander far as he simply settled for leaning on the wooden railings a few feet from the door. The railings were supposed to add a sort of rustic design to the shoddy motel, but all they ever achieved was to make the building loo

8:12 PM "See that one over there?" asked Sam, pointing skyward. Dean shifted in his spot on the blanket, as if the slight repositioning might make all the difference and reveal the secrets of the stars, sort of like bending one's head at a funny angle to make sense of a painting. "That one?" guessed Dean as he gestured to the east. "No, that one!" said Sam. "That's an airplane." "Oh. No, wait, it's that one! See it?" It started out with ordering pizza, or more specifically, it started out with Conner ordering pizza. To Dean, it had been entertaining to watch Conner panic while on the phone because of the 'someone trapped inside the smal

The light of his newly-created sibling was not getting any brighter. Lucifer had taken Blue to all the places in Heaven where he thought would be interesting to a creature as young as the one he was cradling. He brought Blue to the Prism Brooks, which was a living rainbow that gave birth to every color that shall ever be known in creation. He took Blue to the Silver Archives, a place which recorded all the life forms that had ever been conceived by God, and with each of them crafted out of liquid, three-dimensional silver. He took his sibling to the Hall of Hushed Crystals, a location where immense crystal shards grew and offered angels a si

6:14 AM "…nngghhh." "You either haul ass or I'm kicking you all the way there." said Dean. It was morning. More specifically, it was the morning after Halloween, which meant that a lot of the people in the town were at home nursing severe stomach aches, tooth pains, and the occasional hangover, leaving the streets deserted yet peaceful in a way. After the noise and riotous activities last night, it was nice to have a bit of reprieve, and the fact that it was rather early gave Dean the feeling that the world was theirs for the taking, for now anyway. Of course, he could not take full advantage of the practically empty blocks since he had t

It was pleasantly warm in the Hatchery, like the whole chamber was tucked underneath a soft, thick layer of feathers. Technically, the place was not called the Hatchery, not officially, since there were no actual eggs to be hatched, yet the name was somewhat appropriate so no one bothered to change it. The Hatchery was in a perpetual state of dawn, as if it was to symbolize the welcoming of something new, as if the reign of cold nothingness was coming to an end and the gradual heat was affectionately tugging at life to just be. All across the chamber, thousands of dimly glowing orbs were scattered and lying patiently. Each orb held a new an

9:46 PM "I dunno, Dean," voiced out Sam, nervous. After a quite fruitful round of trick-or-treating, not to mention gorging on half of their loot to lighten the load they were all carrying, the three of them found themselves standing at the foot of a mellow-sloped hill. At the top of the hill was a formidable three-story house, which was basking in its own unnerving solitude and chilly silence. There were no other people around, and somehow the night was blacker in this area, as if the lack of kids giggling in their sparkly outfits and bright neon lights turned the atmosphere aloof, almost vindictive. It was amazing how many stories, lore

Under a great pine tree covered in snow, Michael was remotely viewing the situation in Heaven. The other fledglings who had yet to receive their titles were becoming restless and were beginning to cause a commotion. Some of the custodial angels were doing everything in their ability to placate them, yet it was proving to be a losing battle. Perhaps Michael should have ordered someone to temporarily replace him in his absence before leaving. Then again, there was not anyone around who had the same authoritative power and consideration as he did. The angel who was closest to his position was Raphael, albeit everyone knew that things would end

8:00 AM "You okay, Conner?" Sam asked as carefully as he could manage. "Yes, I'm fine." replied Conner, showing a smile so trivial that it was more likely to be a forced one. The three of them were at the table, having an unusually quiet breakfast. The weight from yesterday had yet to leave their troubled minds, although the heaviness varied with each person. Sam was concerned because he had been there when Conner broke down in the playground. Dean, meanwhile, acted like his typical casual self, but deep down, he was absolutely tense, because there was no telling when Conner would be put in another lethally dangerous situation, whether he

They penetrated the veil that separated Heaven and Earth, moving as seamlessly as a dream filling a human's subconscious. Michael touched down on a patch of dry grass near a stonewall that encircled a village. Castiel landed beside him a second later, though he made sure that the distance between them was far enough so that he would not brush against the archangel's glorious wings. Michael scanned the area to check for any 'open positions' that his brother could take. "Tell me, Castiel, what do you think of human rituals?" he inquired after a moment. The sudden question rendered Castiel momentarily flustered before he managed to compose him