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Just a human || +fallenguardianofeden

Chuck had been a prophet. Yes, he had been. Back then when he’d been told about his role in the life of Dean and Sam Winchester, he’d been convinced he was something more but after he’d been locked up in Heaven for eternity, he knew he wasn’t. He wasn’t special in the slightest. Whether it was physical appearance, mental stability or well, being more than a prophet.

Being a prophet sounded like something special and back then, he might even have believed it, but in all honesty. Being a damn prophet had done nothing, but ruin his life. He couldn’t live without drinking himself to sleep, couldn’t properly sleep even when drunk, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything else than write the Supernatural books and he’d hated his life. Not that he hated it any less now.

The angels had fallen, that much he knew, but apart from that? Nothing. He’d come down on Earth, yes, but before he could do anything close to calling the Winchesters for help, he’d been taken again. The same, short angel who locked him up before, only now he was trapped in a different place.

He needed food and water -so he had to be on earth- and lived in what looked like an ordinary room. Why lock him up again? Why keep him prisoner in the first place? He was a lousy prophet and rumors said, he wasn’t even that anymore, ever since he’d been taken from earth.

Said there was a new one who’d taken his place. Chuck still had the visions though, less frequent and less story-telling, but he had them. He didn’t tell anybody though, not even the angel (he guessed the other was an angel too or he wouldn’t be working for the short, ugly angel who trapped him) who brought him food and water and sometimes even stayed some, so Chuck wouldn’t go completely insane.

"Will I ever get out?" he asked the angel who was sat in a chair in Chuck’s ‘room’. "I’m just a puny human." he frowned. He had enough of being locked up for no reason. He knew their little ‘chatting’ time was over soon, but he couldn’t help but try and get some answers at least.

#rp: just human #v: main verse #fallenguardianofeden #//hope this is okay?

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#{ out of chapters || ooc }#firstbladewielder #fallenguardianofeden #the-falling-castiel

"You all seriously believe that Gadreel is dead for good?"

"He died in Heavens prison. That place was built so prisoners wouldn't be able to escape, by ANY of their own means. Should they try to take the easy way out, they would be brought back. Painfully, but brought back none-the-less."

"Yes, it is cruel, but it is the only way to be sure prisoners serve their sentences. And the part of them being brought back? It is painful, but not overly. Just enough for them to realize what they had done."

#seedeanicanbeuseful #metatronsexhenchman #fallenguardianofeden #thought you guys might want a headcanon for Gadreel not being dead #feel free to use #akrasiel headcanon

I'm gonna fix it!

Cas jerked awake with a start. It was the night he had first arrived at the bunker after the fall, the night that he had stayed there before Dean had made him pack up his meager belongings and strike out on his own once again all because Gadreel had not wanted his identity to be discovered. Gadreel who had blown himself up in order to give Cas the chance to retake Heaven and save Dean. Or had he? Had it all been just a dream? …but how could that be? He bolted upright as he realized that he was not alone in the room. A familiar figure darkened the doorway, though not one of the Winchesters as Cas would expect. "Gabriel?" The archangel shushed him. "I can't stay long, I don't have much juice left. I burnt up a lot of it pulling this off. You've gotta fix this, little bro." And then, without any further explanation, Gabriel snapped his fingers and he was gone. With the other angel gone, Cas couldn't help but begin to wonder if it really had all been nothing but a very strange dream. He supposed there was only one way to find out. Rising from the bed, he made his way down the hallway to Sam's room, knocking soundly.

#fallenguardianofeden #c: gabriel #c: cas