We live by faith, not by sight.  dreamer(s)

Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

a-good-son:

theoriginalwallflower:

“I do not joke.” Least of all about himself.  That was Lucifer’s forte. Odd, that she would find some sort of humor - ill or otherwise - in the truth.  

“I am here because my brother is here.  Lucifer and I were both imprisoned in Hell.  I have only recently escaped after him.  This…Dallas, as you call it, is where I have followed him to.  I will not return to my home in Heaven and my rightful place in the Host until my business here, with Lucifer, has been completed.”  He certainly wasn’t here for his health.  Michael wanted to go home.  He didn’t want to be here on Earth at all, and if he survived the fight with Lucifer, he felt sure he would never return. 

America was bewildered, she didn’t know whether to cry, run, accuse him of lying, or believe him. For some reason unknown to her, she went with the last option. “Why were you in Hell?” She cocked her head to the side curiously, pushing back her confused thoughts and jumping emotions as she focused all her attention on the…angel?

She knew Bella had told her about demons being in Dallas, and some man named Crowley, but she hadn’t expected all of this too. She shouldn’t be surprised though, where demons lurk, angels stride. They were here to take care of business, perhaps Dallas was in more trouble than she originally thought, especially if Lucifer was here too. 

Michael sighed, looking skyward not out of exasperation exactly, but frustration that it seemed the entire human population, save for a few of the Winchesters’ closest, had been completely in the dark as to the coming Apocalypse.  Even the few humans Michael chose to interact with when he had enough spare time to answer prayers had no idea.  They were all so blissfully unaware.

“Shortly after Lucifer Fell from Heaven, he was imprisoned in a cage in Hell.  He was released back into this world once again very recently.  I came to my brother with all intentions to fulfill a prophecy long written for the two of us.  I have to defeat him.  It is the final punishment for his disobediance and his crimes against Heaven. Humans…intervened.  Lucifer was sent back to the cage and I was pulled in with him.”

Meri’s mind was blown, despite the fact deep down she was freaking out, she remained calm. Her emotions didn’t matter. Perhaps she could help all these people, they seemed so willing to risk their lives for everybody, why couldn’t Meri?

"If you need anything, a place to stay, help. I’ll be willing to do that for you." She looked up at the angel expectantly, her brown eyes full of caring, curiousity, and worry. 

He spoke so formally though, if he needed to remain anonymous, he needs to speak more loosely, more naturally, not so stiff, and he shouldn’t just be spewing this information to anybody that speaks to him, they’d blow a casket, and most likely send Michael to a highly guarded psychiatric unit. 

"Michael, you probably don’t want everyone finding out about you, and what’s going on. So you can’t just tell everybody when they speak to you, I know this involves lying, something I disapprove of greatly, but it’s to protect you and the people. And in order to pass for a human, you need to relax, stop talking to stiffly, speak more naturally." Standing on her tippy toes, she placed her small hands on his tense shoulders, giving them a soft rub and squeeze, trying to make him not look so stiff and orderly. Most human didn’t walk around with their backs all straighten up and their shoulders so stiff. 

(via thefirstson)



Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

“I do not joke.” Least of all about himself.  That was Lucifer’s forte. Odd, that she would find some sort of humor - ill or otherwise - in the truth.  

“I am here because my brother is here.  Lucifer and I were both imprisoned in Hell.  I have only recently escaped after him.  This…Dallas, as you call it, is where I have followed him to.  I will not return to my home in Heaven and my rightful place in the Host until my business here, with Lucifer, has been completed.”  He certainly wasn’t here for his health.  Michael wanted to go home.  He didn’t want to be here on Earth at all, and if he survived the fight with Lucifer, he felt sure he would never return. 

America was bewildered, she didn’t know whether to cry, run, accuse him of lying, or believe him. For some reason unknown to her, she went with the last option. “Why were you in Hell?” She cocked her head to the side curiously, pushing back her confused thoughts and jumping emotions as she focused all her attention on the…angel?

She knew Bella had told her about demons being in Dallas, and some man named Crowley, but she hadn’t expected all of this too. She shouldn’t be surprised though, where demons lurk, angels stride. They were here to take care of business, perhaps Dallas was in more trouble than she originally thought, especially if Lucifer was here too. 

(Source: theoriginalwallflower, via thefirstson)


1 year ago · 28 notes · originally from theoriginalwallflower
#agoodson

Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

a-good-son:

theoriginalwallflower:

“I am just being friendly, and did you know Michael is an arch-angel? When I was a little girl he was my favorite growing up.” She rocked back and forth on her heels, her dress swinging with her. She smiled up at the man, he seemed so confused by her friendliness and openness, but Meri was used to that when she first introduced herself to people. 

“Did you speak to Pastor Louis? He’s practically a grandfather to me.” It’s true, he had baptized her, and was a good friend of her actual grandfather and her dad. She wondered if he believed in angels, he seemed so serious, so detached. It couldn’t hurt to ask though, and most people that believed in God, which he obviously did, he was walking out of the church, believed in angels.

“Do you believe in angels?” 

Like the majority of his brothers who had been among humans before him, Michael was incredibly perplexed by most of what went on down here.  Their behavior was confusing and oftentimes more than a little forward.  This girl was a good example of that.  ”I am aware, yes.”

At her question, Michael glanced back at the church then shook his head. “No.  I only wanted to watch the sermon.  I listen to prayers sometimes, but I have never been been physically present for such a meeting.”  They were all much louder down here too.  He would have to remember not to visit any other churches unless they were empty, to avoid having to listen to all of them praying at once.   “Do I…? Oh.  I see. I should have introduced myself properly.  Forgive me.  I have had few interactions with humans.  I am the archangel Michael.  In answer to your question, yes, I obviously…ah… do believe in my own family.”

Meri knew her eyes must have widened considerably, before she looked down at the ground, hurt visible on her face. “That’s not a nice joke. I don’t appreciate being made fun of.” She didn’t look up, she kept her face down.

"Even if you were telling the truth, why would you be here, on Earth, in Dallas?" She questioned, she didn’t know why she was asking Michael, this, he was obviously teasing her and not in the kind way, but if he really was the arch-angel, what was he doing here? She knew the people of Dallas, well most of them, have stepped out of the light of God, but she didn’t think it was so bad that it needed angels to come and fix it. Eventually they will find the path, and stop all this fighting, and sinning.

(via thefirstson)


1 year ago · 28 notes · originally from theoriginalwallflower
#agoodson

Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

a-good-son:

theoriginalwallflower:

“I’ve got a brand new pair of roller-skates, you’ve got a brand new…” America’s voice faded out when she spotted the lone man up ahead, she’s been having trouble with men lately, she’s been terrified to walk through Dallas alone, and she grew up here, yet she was scared just because the inhumanity and evilness of others. But for some reason, she was getting the feeling he wouldn’t harm her, or try to threaten her, actually she was receiving a similar feeling from this man whom she doesn’t even know that she got when she first met Castiel. As if God was whispering in her ear and reassuring her they were good, they were safe, they would do nothing bad would happen to her.

So she walked right up to him, her brown eyes warm and welcoming, as she got closer and closer. When she was right in front of him, she held out her hand for him to shake. “Hello, I’m America. Who’re you? Are you leaving the church too?” He was coming in the direction of the church, maybe he was a friend of Pastor Louis’s, or maybe just another Lutheran like herself who just wanted to pray and be close to God.  She smiled softly up to him, not wanting to anger or annoy the man, though she may have already. Plus if he was new in town, she’d love to help him in anyway he needed.

Michael watched the girl approach, not exactly curious but confused as to why something so small and helpless on appearance would approach a complete stranger.  This was…not what he expected.  

Michael tilted his head a fraction and frowned. “Michael.  Yes.  I am leaving the church.  The services have concluded and simply looking at it is not enough to hold my attention.  Do you make it a habit to speak so openly to those you do not know?” It was…well, it was endearing, in a way, if anything could be said about her on first impression. 

"I am just being friendly, and did you know Michael is an arch-angel? When I was a little girl he was my favorite growing up." She rocked back and forth on her heels, her dress swinging with her. She smiled up at the man, he seemed so confused by her friendliness and openness, but Meri was used to that when she first introduced herself to people. 

"Did you speak to Pastor Louis? He’s practically a grandfather to me." It’s true, he had baptized her, and was a good friend of her actual grandfather and her dad. She wondered if he believed in angels, he seemed so serious, so detached. It couldn’t hurt to ask though, and most people that believed in God, which he obviously did, he was walking out of the church, believed in angels.

"Do you believe in angels?" 

(via thefirstson)


1 year ago · 28 notes · originally from theoriginalwallflower
#agoodson

Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

With their father out of the picture and not answering any of his prayers, Michael wasn’t sure whether he was permitted back in Heaven. He was the Viceory and rightful commander, but according to some of the disturbing information provided by the few brothers who had sought him out,curious if the rumors were true, things in Heaven had changed. There had been another civil war in his absence, a source of unending guilt now that he knew about it. His failure cost many of his brothers their lives…

Without the solace of Heaven, Michael tried to stay as far out of the areas populated by humans as he could. There were still many areas unblemished by their presence. When he did bother to come in closer, it was only to visit holy places, the church he’d recently left being a perfect example. It wasn’t nearly as impressive as some of the places he’d seen, but pretty enough in its simplicity. The surrounding area was peaceful as well, something he could certainly appreciate now, after his internment in Hell. It was completely accidental that he wound up leaving behind the small human. Not following her at all, but she was still in front of him, managing to catch his attention with the small snippet of song for a moment.

"I’ve got a brand new pair of roller-skates, you’ve got a brand new…" America’s voice faded out when she spotted the lone man up ahead, she’s been having trouble with men lately, she’s been terrified to walk through Dallas alone, and she grew up here, yet she was scared just because the inhumanity and evilness of others. But for some reason, she was getting the feeling he wouldn’t harm her, or try to threaten her, actually she was receiving a similar feeling from this man whom she doesn’t even know that she got when she first met Castiel. As if God was whispering in her ear and reassuring her they were good, they were safe, they would do nothing bad would happen to her.

So she walked right up to him, her brown eyes warm and welcoming, as she got closer and closer. When she was right in front of him, she held out her hand for him to shake. “Hello, I’m America. Who’re you? Are you leaving the church too?” He was coming in the direction of the church, maybe he was a friend of Pastor Louis’s, or maybe just another Lutheran like herself who just wanted to pray and be close to God.  She smiled softly up to him, not wanting to anger or annoy the man, though she may have already. Plus if he was new in town, she’d love to help him in anyway he needed.

(Source: theoriginalwallflower, via thefirstson)


1 year ago · 28 notes · originally from theoriginalwallflower
#agoodson

Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

She hadn’t meant to be in the church for an hour, only about fifty minutes or so, but she had been praying for over fifteen minutes when Pastor Louis walked in, and that’s when the talking started. She had let the time slip her mind, and now she only had a few hours to clean up the yard before it got dark and she really wanted to get it done today.

America was now walking home, she walked everywhere, and it wasn’t two far, the small, picturesque church was only a mile and a half from her house. She was fine walking, she walked to church every Sunday actually, and whenever they had something going on. So, as the late summer breeze blew around her, she curled her hands up and into the sleeves her blue jean jacket. Looking around she smiled at the peacefulness of the land around her, the birds singing, the sun shining, the sound of stream water flowing into the lake that was located in the back, down the hill the church was nestled so perfectly on. 

She started singing softly, not really paying attention to where she was going, just knowing that she was going in the general direction of her little house.

"I rode my bicycle past your window last night, I roller skated to your door at daylight…"