Pink Feathers-part 1+2/?
Pink Feathers
Author: yues_muse
A/N: Hey everyone this is my first fic I hope you enjoy it
it was beta'd by the awesome and wonderful Fiona !
this was written as a one shot but I had to split it up so sorry for the odd brakes when a chapter end
PART 1
He was always a good angel; never caused any trouble and did well in his lessons. At least, that’s what his older brothers and sisters said, but he was far more interested in humans and how they expressed 'love'. Maybe that was because he was a cupid. Well, a cupid in training - technically, he was still a cherub. Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t know what he was talking about, and it’s not like he could be affectionate outside the garrison. Most of them didn’t appreciate it. Not like humans, though. They seemed to thrive off of it. He had seen so firsthand last week, when he, his assigned cupid and the rest of the class went to Earth to sow the seeds of love. It was there that he got his human subjects to hug each other in a far different way to the way he greeted the rest of the angels. It did weird things to his grace.
Sam sat up and crawled closer to the river edge that flowed through Edenna. Michael once told him father modeled a garden for his first humans on earth off of this place, but now that garden was lost. Sam wasn’t sure if he believed that, but who knew when it came to arch angels. Sam looked into the blue-green waters of the river. They were still and murky. Carefully Sam stretched his hand over the water. With a bit of grace the water cleared. Sam gazed upon his custom vessel, taking in its tan skin and slightly slanted hazel green eyes that often changed colour. The two most common colours that vessels had were brown and blue, but Sam liked his strange eyes and hoped that he was attractive by human standards.
Sam continued to gaze until the river’s reflection changed to that of a human city where there were plenty of humans to watch be affectionate with each other. Strange new hugs were given to women from their men. Sam could clearly tell that most of these couples were each other’s soul mate. He was distracted from the sweet moment by something that looked far more risqué then the new style of hug. The male and female were pressing their faces together in a manner most strange. When he looked closer, fascinated, he found that it was actually their lips that were pressed together. He swore he even saw one of the human’s tongue pass into the other‘s mouth. Sam could clearly see the love roll off them in waves - it was purple, a mixing of her blue to his red, and it crackled and sparked in the air around them. It was their essences blending together.
“Does your cupid know you’re spying on humans?” Sam’s concentration broke along with his window to the affectionate humans. Whipping around and looking up at the older angel, he mumbled a quick apology.
“There’s no need for that. What are you doing anyway?” the older angel said as he sat down beside Sam. He was clearly was in a warrior garrison (as shown by the breast plate he wore), a garrison more important than his own, or so his so-called friends told him. Cupid, on the other hand, said that love was also very important.
PART 2
Sam noticed that this angel was also in his vessel , which had close-cropped dirty blond hair and green eyes, a pure emerald much different from his own strange ones. He also had a straight nose and full lips. Broad shoulders and muscular arms - if Sam didn’t know any better he’d think that this angel was better suited at his job than himself. Surely the humans would consider him beautiful (unlike his vessel’s own lanky appearance).
“Hey, you in there kid?” Once again, Sam was startled out of his thoughts by the older angel, who was waving his a hand in his face.
“Sorry,” Sam mumbled again.
“Hey, I thought I told you to stop that,” the other angel grinned. “I’m Dean by the way,” he said while stretching out his hand.
“I’m Sam,” the cherub replied, and promptly wrapped himself around Dean as was custom among his garrison.
“Uh, Sammy...” Dean said, sounding a little out of breath. “You can let go now.” Sam let him go just as quickly. Seeing the look on his face, Dean felt a little bad for the cherub. “Aw, Sammy, I didn’t mean it like that. All I’m saying is that there is no need for you to be so uh... enthusiastic ."
“Why do you call me that?” Sam asked.
“What?” Dean replied.
“Sammy. That’s not my name,” the cherub huffed. “It’s Sam.”
“Sam is such a boring name. But I’m glad I don’t have to call you Samuel, which I think would be worse. ‘sides, Sammy fits you just fine for a little cherub your age,” Dean explained.
Sam scoffed. “I’m not that little, I bet you’re not that older than me.”
“I remember Lucifer in heaven,” Dean stated in a voice that sounded far away. “Granted, I was still young, but I did see glimpses of him back before he changed and fell ... and back before Gabriel vanished. And, because we’re all connected by grace, with those two gone there was a huge void left that was felt for hundreds of years. But it’s starting to get better now," Dean finished. Sam blinked in shock. He had been told that he was born two hundred years after the war - that he and his fellow nestlings were the first to be born after Lucifer’s fall, created by their father to fill the void of his lost children. Sam had always felt like a cheap replacement for the archangels but it seemed that it was a lot more painful for those who were around then than he had thought.