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chapter 1.
the day the radio went silent ྀft. d.w 18+
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ㅤ ㅤ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
⋆˚࿔ENTRY FROM LYN.ᐟ the first chapter of my dean winchester series, i hope you guys enjoy the beginning of this series. it's somewhat interactive so you guys can pick your decision at the end of each chapter and each decision will have a different outcomes and different finishing. So depending on the choice you make at the end of the chapter there will be 2 different chapter 2s, 3s, etc for the choices! (hopefully that kind of made sense, i feel like im talking gibberish) thus meaning this will come out a bit slower just due to the fact that it's a bit more of a bulky writing experience for me. ━love, lyn
⋆˚࿔OVERVIEW ━ they say silence makes the heart grow fonder, but it only served to make your heart grow colder. abandoned by the angels and left with no sense of direction you meet an individual well known throughout heaven.... and hell.
⋆˚࿔WARNINGS ━ slow burn so smut will come later, a few cuss words, talks of abandonment, overrall kind of angsty for a first chapter... i'm building lore here, heavy talks about religion but duh this is a angel!reader, everything is INTENTIONALLY uncapitalized, i think that's it?, the wings are invisible okay? i have to let this be known!
ㅤ˚₊‧꒰ა you're journey begins ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
pure silence.
no voices. no commands. not even a whispered prayer.
it was… unnerving, to say the least. the silence was deafening — a neon flashing sign that something was very wrong. the barrage of voices you’d grown accustomed to was just gone.
you couldn’t hear the angel radio.
a figurative radio, not a literal one — a constant mental signal in all angels' minds. it was the core of connection, the channel used to bark orders at you, to send you on mission after mission. the very signal that should have been filling your head as you stand alone in the middle of the empty warehouse in kansas.
crafted by god, bound to his will, yet you felt nothing but disconnect from earth and all that inhabited it.
it’s not that you didn’t like earth — quite the opposite actually. it was beautiful, to say the least. nature was one of god’s greatest gifts. from the highest mountain to the lowest valley, there was beauty etched in the very foundation angels were meant to protect.
it was humans — humans were the problem. and they would be till the end.
it was a simple bitter fact.
it wasn’t as though the other angels disagreed. most felt the same.
humans had a remarkable talent for ruining anything they touched.
war, famine, pestilence, and death — the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
though truthfully, it always feels like the apocalypse on earth.
humans had always been the takers, never the givers. and yet, god gave them earth. he gave them everything they needed to be happy, but they were never satisfied. it was never enough.
it’s truly a miracle any of them even make it into heaven.
and yet here you stand — in the middle of the dilapidated warehouse, surrounded by nothing but silence.
a creeping sense of dread and loneliness swirling deep in your very being.
abandonment.
why you?
why not the humans?
your grace is still intact, your wings as well – heavy on your back, all your senses still as sharp as ever. nothing feels wrong physically, at least.
you can’t say the same for your internal being.
something is… off.
incomplete.
a feeling you are not accustomed to.
your eyes scan the warehouse, seeking an explanation for why this is happening. a clue as to why there is no angel chatter in your ear. yet you couldn’t find one anywhere around you.
just decay.
you’re unsure of what you did to offer such punishment, at least that’s what it feels like. sure, you weren’t perfect. but despite what the other angels may say, none of them were. mistakes were made. decisions taken in the absence of god’s disappearance.
and yet, you felt undeserving of this cruel punishment.
this abandonment.
you truly couldn’t fathom the reason why heaven would turn its back on you — a loyal servant since the dawn of time. especially while you were currently doing the angels bidding on earth.
you were too deep in thought, trying to untangle the impossible silence, the questions clawing at your mind.
so you didn’t hear it.
the near-silent crunch of boots on the broken concrete under foot.
a sound you definitely should’ve caught.
but didn’t
“well, well, well… what do we have here?” the voice is rough, dripping with mockery — and it snaps you out of your trance like a punch to the gut.
you can feel the shift in the air before anything else. the energy coils behind you like smoke and rot.
not angelic.
not even close.
you can feel your grace recoil, practically swirling inside you chaotically. your body reacts before your mind catches up — feet pivoting, instinct turning you toward the voice behind you.
he stands in the shadows as if he owns them. leather jacket, smug smirk, and a swagger that feels painfully familiar.
dean winchester. but not entirely.
the soul behind his eyes is warped. twisted by something ancient, maybe even older than you are.
but still, his voice is unmistakable.
“don’t look so tense, feathers,” he drawls. “didn’t think i’d let you sulk around here all by yourself, did you?”
your eyes narrow, unamused as you take in the familiar face cloaked in something so thoroughly unlike him. you’ve grown somewhat familiar with him over the years, only by proximity due to castiel’s persistent need to hover over the winchesters. you’d crossed paths a handful of times, even worked a case together when castiel was in need of extra help.
dean had been brash then, all cockiness and recklessness, yet still human. still connected to something remotely good. now, what stands before you wears the same face, but the energy is so distinctly wrong — darker, heavier. everything about him has changed.... well internally.
you’d heard the rumors swirling through heaven — merely whispers that one of the winchester boys was bearing the mark of cain. at the time, you dismissed them. angels loved to gossip, especially when castiel was involved. drama seemed to hangover his head like a nasty storm cloud. it never felt real, or rather like an urgent topic you wanted to investigate.
but now….
now, standing in front of dean winchester, face-to-face, or rather whatever is left of him, you can see how wrong you truly were.
the mark hasn’t just touched him. It practically consumed him.
it wouldn’t take a higher ranking angel to feel it, the distinguishable soul of dean is currently buried under something so tangibly dark you almost want to run away.
and you can’t help but wonder, not for the first time — is there even hope for him?
“i see the mark of cain is treating you rather…” you trail off, gaze running over him. it’s dean, but it’s not. he’s so much more unnerving, practically unsettling. “poorly,” you finish, voice terse and cold.
god only knows the amount of strain this new version of dean has put on castiel.
it’s almost like dean’s reading your mind. “i feel great, sweetheart,” he grins, eyes roving over you in return, a dangerous glint in his eyes. he steps forward, his voice is a deep rumble that vibrates against the decaying walls, “i can’t say the same for you.”
“are you suddenly the angel whisperer? you scowl, your stance gradually growing more and more tense. “how did you even know i was here?”
“no, feathers,” dean grins, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watches your defensiveness grow. “could feel that holier-than-thou energy you give off from a mile away.”
you can’t fight the scoff that escapes, eyes rolling as you shift your feet.
“too bad you didn’t burst into flames, horns,” you snip, lips curling into a sneer. it’s easier to focus on throwing an insult rather than your grace tingling under your skin, every hair standing at attention as he stares you down. he however, doesn’t flinch — just grins wider, like he enjoys your discomfort.
“and here i thought we were friends,” he hums, head tilting with fake innocence. his tone is amused, an undertone of challenge present that dares you to hit back. he’s trying to rile you up. trying to provoke something. a fight, maybe.
“please. you and i? friends?” you huff a laugh, the sound is cutting and lacking humor as your expression shifts into mocking amusement. “as if.”
“there it is!” dean’s grin just widens, pointing both of his index fingers at you. “that same angel charm, you know the one that makes you so goddamn insufferable.”
you can’t help but lift an eyebrow, but dean isn’t done. not that he ever is.
“feathers,” he hums, the nickname rolling off his tongue like pure sin — bold and careless, because hell, that's just who he is. “i’m not the one sitting here like a lonely little duckingling.”
you can feel your face flushing with heat — not from embarrassment. from anger.
an anger that sharpens, aimed not just solely at dean, but at heaven itself. at the place you called home, the home that has now abandoned you. left you out to dry, and without a reason as to why.
“there it is,” dean mocks, stepping forward by just a millimeter, close enough to provoke but not enough to be seen as an outright threat. “you look better angry, when you don’t have that snobby look on your face.”
“you here to gloat, winchester?” you sneer, your posture rigid, hands balled up into fist at your side to keep from lashing out.
“course not,” he says, voice dripping in a saccharine sweet tone — enough to give you cavities. “just curious as to why one of heaven's loyal lapdogs would be discarded so easily.”
you could have sworn your vessels teeth cracked from how hard you were clenching them.
not a single inkling as to why you’d been shunned.
you basically were abruptly cut off, without an explanation or a goodbye.
damn.
“oh?” dean questions, eyes narrowing with feigned curiosity. “you don’t know?”
for the first time in a very long time, you feel vulnerable. your emotions and grace an open window, practically inviting dean to the opportunity to pry. and he’s climbing through greedily.
“poor, feathers,” he hums, a mocking lilt to his voice once more. “did heaven stomp on your wings?”
you have nothing to say.
he’s right — metaphorically speaking, at least.
you can feel anger curling around every fiber of your soul, an all consuming, blind rage. something bitter, something tainted, uncharacteristically angelic creeping in alongside the fury.
vengeance.
“atta girl,” dean smiles, his presence pressing close to yours as he pries. again.
he finally steps forward, closing the distance between you — definitely not leaving room for
jesus.
“why don’t we have a little chit-chat, feathers?”
.𖥔 ݁ ˖heaven's gaze is upon you, judgement awaiting. choose your path wisely, angel.
˚₊‧𓌹𓂋𓌺 ‧₊˚ fallen route ・ accept his offer to talk
˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ angel route ・ refuse his offer to talk
࿐ find out the fate of your choice above in chapter 2 coming soon...
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sooooo i really forgot abt this account. i might start writing again but probably not for the stuff I used to write for (other than some exceptions - jjk, hq, op) but I am on a huge supernatural kick and have been since i was 12 sooooo
dean haters will baffle me forever because???? look at him he's never done wrong he's not even capable of it
Dean helping you when you get a sex pollen curse put on you by a witch???? yes or no
HELLO i am BACK. I will be writing mostly for one piece and a bit of supernatural, the next one coming up is for Captain Kid! I hope you guys see this and hopefully I don’t go MIA for such a long time again 🩷
Hey… hey yall…. I’m back….
They are fucked.
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