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Full Name: Amaris Maison, Singer.
Nickname/Alias: Amy,Mai,The Sharpshooter(by Hunters),Abomination(by Angels)
Age/Date Of Birth: August 20,1986
Race: Human
Occupation: Hunter
Species Group: Hunter,Angel
Play-By: Valeria Lukyanova
Abilities
Sharpshooter,
Deadly shoot with knife and gun,
expert trapper,gun expert- she can handle light guns,repair or renovate guns, can trap monsters,angel,demons
(Being an Abomination/Angel)
Can hear the true voice of angels(if they are near to her) and
Can see the true form of angels,
Time travel- (when she touches human soul),she can travel through time and space but it has a limitation.
Kill demon- (by touch),
Telekinesis- she can move objects at a distance by mental power or other nonphysical means.
Teleportation- can transfer only her self from one point to another without traversing the physical space between them.
Telepathy- she can read angels,human,demon minds
Special Inventory
Family picture,Anti possession bracelet(from her father),Charms(from her mother),MacBook Air(gift from Sam and Dean),Ring(from Cas)
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Reading books
❤ Alcoholic drinks (Beer)
❤ Burger w/ cheese
❤ Gun and knife
❤ Help others
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗Monsters(esp. when they ate humans)
✗Hurting people,my feelings even it is often
✗Being hated
✗Leviathans
Fears (At Least 2):
☬Losing love ones
☬Self (sometimes) and being alone
Goals (At Least 1):
★Save humans,Help others(esp. Family,Close friends,Love ones)
Personality:
Clever
Resourceful
sometimes both random and sarcastic
sometimes acts like immature
kind
funny
mischievous
brave (but deep inside fragile)
friendly
Traits
✧ Adventurous- going to hunt everywhere
✧ Appreciative- appreciate little things or even small acts
✧ Faithful and Compassionate
✧Thoughtful
✧ Flexible
✧ Determined and Smart
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Conceal- sometimes it was negative to the others especially secrets that will ruin someone trust
✦ Dangerous- when using angel abilities
✦ Suspicious
✦ Aggression
✦ Anger
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Parents: Bobby and Karen Singer
Siblings: None
Other Family: Singer family,Cherry (Aunt) (alive), Grandfather: Ed Singer (deceased)
Important Others: Winchester brothers , Castiel , Pamela , Ellen and Jo , Derek
History: Bobby and Karen are married. They want to have their own kids but Karen can't bear a child because of medical problems. She try everything she can to bear a child. She under goes for several medication,consult from various doctors,OB-GYNs but it doesn't work. Karen and Bobby start to research about fertily,infertily,life,anything about bearing a baby.They found some myth and suggestion from net. They travel and do the folk traditions,etc. and pray to Praipus (god of fertility, protector of horticulture and viticulture),Anahita (angel of fertility),Hamied (angel of miracle), but still it does not work.They still keep on praying mostly to God.
After a year, Bobby had a dream about an angel who introduce his self to be the angel of the lord. The angel say's that he and Karen are blessed because God answer they prayer. Karen will bear a baby girl. The angel also told Bobby that the child should be called Amaris.Suddenly, Bobby wakes up. Having a vision in a dream from God was a sign of God's approval, so this would have made Bobby pay attention and do what the angel had said. In the same day, the same angel appear to Karen. She was cleaning their living room and Bobby go to convenient store to buy their needs. She was shocked when someone appear to her. The angel said: "God's holy grace is upon you' and is a divine blessing from God" Karen is scared by this that is why the angel said "don't be afraid Karen".Then the angel introduce his self. I am the angel of the lord and I'm here to tell you that you will bear a baby. The baby will called Amaris and she will born in August 20th,1986. You and Bobby was the parents and God answer both of your prayer so be glad and blessed. Karen would have been very surprised with the angel saying that the Holy Spirit would be in her .She might not have even believed that it is was going to happen, so she went to see her cousin Cherry (occupation: sister), who the angel said would have a baby, to see if it was really true. She did this even before she told Bobby about the angel and Amaris.And it happens, August 20th, 1989 Amaris was born. Both Karen and Bobby are feeling bissful and blessed.
Amaris had a normal life. They live in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.Both her Mom and Dad fill all of her needs.She went to school and having so many friends. She is the most attractive girl in their place. She is competitive but humble and kind.She is a religious person and active on going to church and pray to God. She reads bible everyday. She serve God being an church choir.
At 16 yrs old, she went to Stanford University to pursue Criminal Justice degree.She dreams to be an FBI Agent someday and she cannot figure out why she want to. And this was 2002 the same year were her mother was possessed by demon and she didn't know that because she were at California.With the demon inside her mother, it caused her to be rabid and Bobby inadvertently killed her as he didn't know about demons beforehand. Eventually Rufus Turner exorcised her, but Karen died of her wounds, leaving Bobby with great guilt. After she died, Bobby cremated her body. Her death pushed Bobby into the hunter lifestyle.
Until one day, Cherry call her and asking her why she is not at her mother funeral. Amaris was shocked and tears fall for what she heard.(she knows that her aunt would never tell a joke like this). She tell her aunt that she doesn't know that.Cherry felt guilt to Bobby that her niece doesn't know what's happening to her mom. Amaris quickly packed her stuff and immediately got a flight to South Dakota. Everything was swift to her. She call her aunt to ask where is the location of her mother's funeral.
At funeral, she sob at her aunt's shoulder( her father was next to her aunt).She saw her father look so depress, sobbing and grieve. She knows that her father feels what she feels at the same time and she knows that she cannot blame her father for not telling her that her mother was dead. Amaris thinks that maybe her father has a good reason for that.
After Karen's death. Bobby start hunting and Amaris discontinue her college life and join her father to be a hunter but her father wants Amaris to continue her pursue course. Amaris told her father that college his not important for her when her mother dies and she want to know the truth behind her mother's death.
Alias: Tabby
How did you find us?: from google
Experience: over a year
Other Characters: None
RP Sample:
Everything has changed after Karen's death. Everyday, Amaris keeps on praying to God to make her mother alive.After a long years of no response she never to go to church.She always wear the charm bracelet that her mother gave to her when she was a kid. It was from Karen's mother that gave to Karen and gave to her.
"Dad! We're out of bread again!" the woman yelled as she straightened from scouring the fridge. Several cabinet doors in the kitchen hung open, bearing testament to her fruitless pursuit."Damn man never has anything but canned goods and beer in his kitchen," the woman muttered under her breath as the closed the dingy fridge door."This whole place could use a truckload of Lysol, too.Or a match,"she continued to herself.[/div]
"I heard that,"the older man groused as he entered the kitchen, shutting the open cabinet doors after grabbing a can and tossing it through the air.
The woman snatched it neatly from its arching path and read the label."Pork and beans, Dad? Is that all you ever eat?"
He shrugged and set a pan on the stove, taking the can back and emptying it into the pan. "Never know when I'm gonna have to skid-addle somewhere on a hunt.Fresh stuff doesn't last long when there's no one around to eat it.." He walked over to the fridge and shove several bottles of beer aside."I think I've got some hot dogs we can have with this."
"Pork and beans and hot dogs," the woman sighed,"you really know how to show a girl a good time."
Bobby straightened with the package of hot dogs in his hands, a scowl on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Now listen here, girlie, no one’s forcing you to hang around enjoying my company. If you don’t like my cooking, you can just skid-addle yourself. Not like I need you looking after me.”
The woman’s good mood instantly soured, the smile falling from her face. “No, you don’t need me looking after you, Bobby. But I should have been here a lot sooner to look after my brothers.”
Bobby’s face softened. “I’m sorry, Amaris, I didn’t mean to bring up a touchy subject. You know how those boys are—” he paused, his own face darkening a bit, “—were, I suppose. But Sam’s still the same. Can’t tell that idget anything. We’ve both tried, but he don’t listen. And you can’t blame yourself for that.”
Tabitha paused, pushing her dirty blond hair over her shoulder. “But I do blame myself. I should have been there for them.” Bobby stepped closer and placed his worn hand lovingly on the woman’s arm, bared by the plain white tank top she wore.
“Those boys wanted you to have as normal of a life as you could. They were always so proud of you. A Winchester, walking the straight path of the law. A real one, too. They didn’t want to suck you into the mess we live in.”
Amaris sadly shook her head, tears gathering in her eyes though she refused to let them fall. “I should have said yes to Dean,” she whispered so lowly that Bobby had to strain to hear it.
“Yes about what?” he pressed.
Amaris let out a soft sniffle, but still refused to give in to the tears threatening to fall, wiping angrily at her eyes to dispel them.
Tabitha pulled away as more tears welled in her eyes, stabbing angrily at them as well as she gave Bobby her back and tried to compose herself. “I wasn’t around when they needed me. When Sam died and Dean made that foolish deal with a demon. And now Dean’s dead and in Hell.” Her back shook with the effort to control herself, but she finally spun back to face Bobby and added, “And I’m trying to look after Sammy now, but how am I supposed to do that when he’s running around, God knows where, on his own?”
Bobby stepped closer and pressed the package of hot dogs into Amaris’s hand. “First off, Amy, let’s have some lunch, and then get back to researching for that fool Garth. Food always helps to settle emotions. And he needs to know what he’s hunting up in Oregon.” Tabitha nodded, but in a rare display, Bobby pulled the woman into his arms and held her tightly. “As for the boys,” he whispered into her ear, fondly remembering when he’d once had to bend down to hug her, “they were both fully grown idgets, and capable of taking care of themselves—most of the time, anyway. But lord knows I’ve done my best and failed them, too. Best we can do for Sam is keep looking for him, hope he decides to come back to us, and try to be there for when he needs us.”
Amaris nodded her head and stepped out of Bobby’s embrace. “I’ll go out and put these on the grill,” she told him, not looking up to meet his eyes.
She moved to step past the man who had been as much or more of a father to her and her brothers than their real father had been, but stopped when Bobby gently caught her chin with his hand, pulling her gaze back to his.
Amaris had once had to look up into Bobby’s eyes, but now looked across at him, their height nearly even. She wasn’t especially tall for a woman, nowhere near her younger brother’s height, but closer to that of her older brother’s, meaning she wasn’t short for a woman either.
“You don’t have to keep hanging around here trying to keep an eye on Sam. You’ve got that job back east. It won’t wait forever, I’m betting. You could get back to your life. I’ll keep an eye on Sam. Best I can anyways,” Bobby assured her.
But Amaris smiled with grim determination. “No. I’m sticking around. At least until I feel better about Sam being out there on his own. I just can’t help but feel that there’s something wrong with him, Bobby. Something just didn’t sit right with me the last time we saw him.”
Amaris smile and stepped closer to Bobby. “Besides, I know everything with Dean was hard on you, too. You shouldn’t have to be alone, either. I still remember how to do research and answer phones, so I might as well hang around awhile and help you out. And I can keep helping you when you go out and hunt, too.” As she stepped past, she paused to press a kiss to Bobby’s whiskered cheek, and then quickly stepped outside onto the deck where Bobby kept his grill.
Bobby stood for several moments watching the empty doorway Amaris had passed through, contemplating the surrogate sister Winchester sibling. His hand gently reached up to touch the spot she’d kissed. It had been as uncharacteristic as his hug had been. The girl wasn’t normally any more given to displays of emotion than he was.
And while Bobby had always loved the Bro. Winchester children as if they were his own, with Amaris it had been different. John had left her with Bobby far more frequently than he’d left the boys, fearing more for the safety of his only daughter than either of the boys on dangerous hunts. And while Amaris had always been spitting mad at being separated from her surrogate brothers, she’d also loved the chance to stay in one place for a while.
Grabbing another beer from the fridge, Bobby smiled at the thought of how nice it was to have Amaris presence in his home again. Even if she was always gripping about his food choices and his cluttered house. The old place just didn’t feel so big and empty with her around.
Still, he knew he’d give anything to figure out a way to get her to leave again and go back to the life she’d made back east. It had been one thing he thought him and both the boys had agreed on. That Amaris was better off out of the hunting life and living the law and order one. It had been a shock to him that Dean had actually tried to talk her into joining them again.
Four months after he was ripped apart and his soul dragged to Hell by a hellhound, Dean Winchester inexplicably wakes up underground in a coffin, completely whole and intact save for a burn in the shape of a hand-print on his biceps. He manages to escape his coffin, but is ambushed by an unknown entity that manifests as a light that shatters glass and hurts Dean's ears when it tries to speak to him. Believing that Sam made a deal with a demon to bring him back, he tracks Sam down near where he had been buried, but Sam is just as surprised at Dean's resurrection as he himself, having tried and failed to bring Dean back. It is later revealed to the audience that Sam's psychic abilities have advanced greatly, as he is now able to exorcise demons with them. It is also revealed that he is now intimately involved with the Winchesters' shady demon ally Ruby, who has returned from wherever Lilith sent her in their last confrontation. Sam and Dean's friend Bobby brings the Winchesters to a psychic named Pamela for help in discovering what pulled Dean out of Hell. Pamela does find out the name of the being Castiel, but the sight of Castiel burns her eyes out, resulting in her becoming permanently blind, when she disregards his warnings and tries to look at him. Sick of being toyed with, Dean decides to summon the thing together with Bobby while Sam is away (having his own secret rendezvous with Ruby) in order to find out what it wants, and they perform a ritual to summon it. Castiel appears, revealing himself to be an angel, not a demon, to a skeptical Dean. He explains that he is responsible for dragging Dean out of Hell and, when Dean asks why he of all people would be worthy of being saved, that God has work for him to do.
Amaris jerked awake in the room where she had slept for the past four months in Bobby’s house. The nightmare was fading from her memory, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. So she eased out of bed and dug through her luggage, finally finding one of her boots and holding it upside down, her stash of cigarettes and a lighter sliding onto her palm.
The boys were sleeping on the couches downstairs since they hadn’t wanted to take the time to clear out one of Bobby’s other spare bedrooms. So she slowly and quietly eased down the stairs, trying not to wake them.
As she reached the middle of the stairs, she realized she could hear Dean’s voice, and slowed to a stop, trying to catch his words and whom he was talking to.
She was surprised when she heard the angel’s voice.
Remaining perfectly still on the stairs, she listened to the angel and her brother talking about the seals and what they were. Hardly breathing as the angel explained that Lucifer himself would be set free with the breaking of the seals.
“Well, bang up job so far,” Dean was telling the angel in condescending tones. “Stellar work with the witnesses. It’s nice.”
Amaris tensed at her brother’s disrespectful words, fearing just what affect they would have on an angel, and so she shuffled quietly further down the stairs, trying to get closer to the conversation in case she needed to intervene.
“We tried,” Castiel responded in calm tones. “And there are other battles. Other seals. Some we’ll win, some we’ll lose. This one, we lost.”
She heard her Dean scoff as she stepped off the last step, waiting at the bottom of the staircase as she held her breath.
Dean must have done something to anger the angel, because he continued in stilted and harsh tones. “Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers died in the field this week.” Amaris froze at that, shocked that angels actually could be killed, given their own attempts to kill him, and briefly wondered what actually could kill an angel. “You think the armies of Heaven should just follow you around? There’s a bigger picture here. You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in.”
At his angry words, Amaris trotted into the kitchen where the voices seemed to come from, determined to defend her brother.
Only, the kitchen was empty.
She walked through and into the living room, only to find Sam asleep on the couch and Dean likewise fast asleep, using his coat for a blanket on the floor.
“What the hell?” she muttered to herself, looking around, but seeing no angel.
With tremulous steps, she quietly slipped out of the house, standing barefoot on the porch. Her breath hung in the air in heavy clouds. The cool air of the fall night licking over her exposed flesh, but after the nightmare she’d had, and the pounding in her heart now, the snap of the cold air felt refreshing. But her hands shook with anxiety so that it took six tries to strike her lighter and light a cigarette, but she finally brought it to her lips, drawing in a long inhale.
Slowly exhaling, she whispered to the soft singing of the crickets, “Am I really going crazy?”
“No. You are not crazy.”
She coughed on an inhale of smoke, whipping around to see Castiel, still in his suit and trench coat, leaning casually against the faded siding of the house, his hands braced behind his back.
Still sputtering, and leaning back against the weather-beaten railing behind her, she demanded, “What the hell are you doing here? What’s going on?”
He stared at her for so long, she didn’t think he was going to answer her.
“I merely wished to assure you that you were not insane,” he finally told her.
She took another long, nervous inhale of her cigarette, the smoke burning her sore throat, but helping to calm her shaking hands as she asked, “I really did hear you talking to Dean?”
“Yes.”
She waited for him to elaborate, and made a frustrated motion with her hands when he didn’t. “How? He was still asleep on the couch. And you were nowhere in sight. What’s going on?”
“I spoke to Dean in his dream,” Castiel explained, as though it were something as simple as using a telephone.
“In a dream?” she dubiously repeated.
“Yes. Why must I repeat myself so often with you and Dean?” Castiel suddenly asked, exasperation creeping into his own voice.
“Well, sorry. I guess us humans just aren’t used to dealing with angels. It’s kind of hard to wrap our heads around,” she told him, her tension easing somewhat as her irritation set in and replaced her nervousness. She hopped up on the railing behind her, sitting with her bare feet dangling between the bars of the railing beneath her.
“Why would you want to ‘wrap you heads around’ something?” the angel asked, his head canting to the side again.
Tabitha suddenly threw back her head and laughed, and then clapped a hand over her mouth, not wanting to wake the men in the house.
Castiel pushed away from the house, waving a dismissive hand towards the old structure. “They still sleep,” he assured her, still staring at her as he waited almost anxiously for her explanation.
“Castiel,” she laughed quietly, “it’s just an expression. It means to understand or comprehend something.”
“Then why do you not say that?” he asked, clearly still baffled by the idea of human idioms.
“I don’t know.” She shook her head, finding his bewilderment and interest in her wording humorous.
But then, she sobered. “So. I can hear you when you talk to Dean in dreams. How is that possible?”
Castiel moved closer to her, standing almost uncomfortably close and reminding her of children who had been deprived interaction with the outside world and had no understanding of acceptable social manners and boundaries.
“You are one of the humans I spoke of. One who can perceive my true voice and visage,” he explained, his body nearly touching her bare knees as he moved even closer to her, his head less than a foot away from hers.
She scooted back on the railing, hanging dangerously over the back of it, her hands nervously rubbing at the cut-off sleep shorts she was wearing. The action would have been an indication for a normal human to back up and give space, but the angel merely waited for her response, not moving an inch as he stared down at her.
“So,” she nervously began, trying to ignore her unease. “I can hear your voice, see what you look like. I’m not gonna argue with an angel on that, I guess, but how can I hear you in my brother’s dream? It was this voice the one of your ‘vessel’ or whatever, not your true voice. And how could I hear Dean’s voice, too? He’s no angel.”
He slowly reached out and touched his fingers to her temple. “You perceive my voice with your mind. Not your ears. When I spoke with Dean, you were able to catch the wavelength of our conversation and hear his responses as well. If you had concentrated, you could very well have seen it if you wished.”
As he pulled his fingers away from her temple, she slid from the railing and pushed by the angel, moving to stand on the other side of the porch.
“I did not intend you to overhear my conversation with Dean, and I apologize that you were disturbed by it. I have not spent time around humans like you who can perceive us and did not realize you would hear me if I entered your brother’s dream. Have I done something wrong?” As he spoke, his words increased in pace so that his last several sentences were spoken so quickly they ran together into one long sentence.
Amaris turned around from the other side of the porch, deliberately leaning sideways against the railing and trying to appear nonchalant as she gave him a questioning look.
“You suddenly appear agitated,” he clarified.
She sighed. “You were too close.”
“I do not understand.” He looked around the porch. “Too close to what?”
“Me,” she sighed. “You were standing too close to me. Look, I get that you’re an angel and apparently don’t understand human norms, but humans don’t like to be crowded. It makes us feel uncomfortable.”
“I apologize,” he said, his voice sounding like a mixture of regret and frustration.
“It’s all right. Like I said, I get that you’re not human. That’s why I’m telling you how humans are.”
“Then, I thank you for explaining your discomfort to me,” he slowly answered.
She turned and leaned her forearms on the railing, bringing her forgotten cigarette to her mouth again.
“Why are you doing that out here?” Castiel suddenly asked.
She glanced at him, and he gestured to the cigarette in her hand.
“Because Dean has a weird thing about smoking. Says it’s dangerous,” she laughed. “As if hunting and all the drinking he does isn’t.” When the angel stared at her blankly, she continued. “I came outside so he wouldn’t know. I just needed something to settle my nerves, I guess.”
“Why?”
“You’re like a little kid, you know?” But she shook her head and stood up straight, turning until she was leaning back against the railing again, and facing the angel who was keeping a more respectful distance, though he had moved a bit closer to her. “Why did I need to settle my nerves you mean?” At his nod, she continued. “Oh, I don’t know, my brother suddenly showing back up from Hell, seeing the dead body or ghost of the last two men I’ve both slept with, one of whom turns out was actually a demon, finding out that the Apocalypse is coming, or oh, I don’t know, hearing you tell Dean that all this really means that some demon bitch is actually trying to raise the damn devil. Guess it’s probably one of those things. Not sure which. It’s been a long couple’a days.” She flicked one hand up in the air as she looked away. “Take your pick, I guess.”
Silence followed for so long, that she thought Castiel had either disappeared, or actually been a figment of her imagination all along. But when she opened her eyes, she saw he was still standing there, his head still tilted to the side as he studied her.
Uncomfortable with the silent assessment, she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly wishing she’d thrown a sweatshirt on over the worn spaghetti-strap tank top she’d worn to bed.
She cleared her throat in the silence, and nervously continued, “And I usually eat chocolate when I need my nerves settled, but I think it’s going to be a long time until I touch chocolate again.”
Still, the angel stared.
She cleared her throat one more time and turned sideways to the angel, looking out over Bobby’s scrap yard. “It’s impolite to stare at people like that, too,” she told him.
From the corner of her eye, she saw his gaze immediately drop away. “Forgive me,” he quietly offered.
But Amaris silently shrugged it away. It was uncomfortable, but she couldn’t really blame an angel for not understanding social norms of humans. But it made her wonder if angels just sat around in heaven staring at each other all day.
“How did you find out your partner was possessed by a demon?” he suddenly asked.
Amaris turned again to face him, surprise coloring her tone. “He—I guess, his ghost—told me. He was so mad at me for not knowing he had been possessed.” She looked away as she leaned heavily back against the railing. “I should have known,” she whispered.
“You could not. The demon did not wish you to know,” he offered, surprising her with the kindness in his tone.
“But I should have,” she whispered in instance. To herself, she continued, “Was it the whole time? Just how long was he possessed?”
“Only a few weeks,” the angel assured her.
Her attention snapped back to Castiel. “How would you know that? For that matter, how did you know he was my partner?” she demanded. “I said one of the men I’d slept with had been a demon. Not my partner. How do you know so much about me?” She remembered something else. “And why did you say that I shouldn’t be here when you first came to Dean at that old barn?”
The angel looked nervously away. “I ah… I am an angel. I know many things,” he told her, not meeting her eyes, but his voice was uneven and nervous.
“Bullshit,” she growled. “You may be seemingly unkillable, but you’re a horrible liar. How do you know those things about me? How do you know anything about me?”
The angel sighed tiredly, and looked back into her eyes. “I was tasked with watching over you for some time.”
“What? When? How long?”
The angel shrugged, the action seeming almost elegant. “For a few years. Since the time you left the protection of your father and brother. I was told to watch over you.”
“Why?” she demanded, her hand pressing nervously over the thumping of her heart.
“I do not know,” Castiel answered. “I am a soldier. I follow orders.”
“Is it because I can hear your real voice?” she whispered. “Because I’m not a normal human and can hear angels?”
“As I said. I do not know, although it was not until you responded to my words when I spoke to Dean that I realized you could hear my voice. I do not know why you were to be watched.”
Her head was spinning as she mentally ran through the last several years. With a gasp, she turned back to face the angel.
“I heard your voice then, too, didn’t I?” she asked him. “When Derek went into the building and was blown up, I heard your real voice whisper one word to me: badge. And I checked and realized I’d forgotten it and went back to the car. That was you, wasn’t it?”
He nodded slowly. “I did not know if you heard my whisper in your ear or not,” he told her. “You did not react nor turn away for several moments. I thought you had realized it on your own.”
“You knew Derek was possessed, did you have something to do with his death? It had to be a supernatural death for him to rise with the other witnesses. Did you do something to him?”
The angel looked uncomfortable and turned away from her. “I was following my orders. When I relayed that the man you were intimate with had been possessed, heaven ordered that I smite the man so that you would not be in danger of whatever the demon’s plans were.”
“Why? Why would heaven order an angel to watch me? What could either Dean or I possible mean to anyone in heaven? Why are we important? What do you know?”
He turned back towards her at her barrage of questions, and slowly and angrily repeated, “I. Do. Not. Know. I am a soldier. It is not my place to question orders. Only to follow them.”
Amaris paced on the porch, crushing her forgotten cigarette and flicking it away as she paced.
“If you were sent to watch me, why were you surprised to see me with Dean the other night?” she suddenly asked.
The angel looked reluctant to say more, but sighed and continued. “My orders changed. I was recalled to heaven and then after a time, given new orders to bring your brother out of perdition. Another angel was tasked with watching you. I know not who.”
“Some job they’re doing,” she muttered. “Nearly had my heart ripped out of my chest.”
The angel stalked closer, his eyes narrowed as he stared down at her. “You and your brother are most frustrating. You are both alive. Do not complain about that. We do not have the luxury of following your every move. We are not guardians, but soldiers tasked with watching you humans. And neither your brother nor you are helpless. You are both alive. I lost brothers in the field who are not.”
The pain was masked from his voice, but plain in the eyes that stared down at her. As was his regret. The angel didn’t lie well with his words, but he didn’t show much emotion on his face to betray himself either. If he didn’t speak, he could have been a hell of a poker player.
Except for the eyes, Amaris realized to herself. No emotion showed, except for in the subtle softness of his light blue eyes. She moved closer to the angel, watching as he tracked her movement. When she stood before him, she had to look up into his eyes. He wouldn’t have been much taller than her normally, but standing barefoot on the cold wooden floorboards of the porch gave him the advantage.
She exhaled a long breath to calm herself and placed a comforting hand on the angel’s shoulder. His head jerked to the side at her action, staring down at her hand, seemingly in shock at her boldness or the gesture.
“I’m sorry,” she told him, watching as his head whipped back to face her, his blue eyes staring incredulously down into hers. “I know what it is to lose a brother. And I’m sorry for your loss. And I know you’re frustrated with Dean and I, but this is a lot for a human to take in in such a short time. It’s hard to imagine what interest Dean or I could hold for anyone in heaven, let alone, God. We’re just trying to figure out what’s going on. So I’m sorry if we haven’t been the easiest to deal with.”
He stared at her for so long, that Amaris started to wonder if she’d done something improper in touching the angel, and began slowly removing her hand, pulling it back to herself.
But his suddenly closed over her hand, pressing it to his shoulder as he continued staring at her. “Thank you for your condolences,” he whispered. “These times are difficult for angels. We walk the earth as we have not in thousands of years. And I am not accustomed to losing so many of my brothers in so short a span of time.”
“It doesn’t matter how long the span of time is,” she offered. “I know each one hurts no matter how much time passes.”
The angel nodded in reply.
“Thank you,” Amaris quietly whispered to Castiel, feeling the angel jerk beneath her fingers at her words. He looked confused, so she elaborated. “For saving me back then from that demon and whatever it had been planning, and for bringing Dean back from Hell. I know I didn’t say that earlier. And I know Dean would sooner swallow his own tongue than give a genuine thank you to a stranger, so, thank you for us both.”
“You are welcome,” he whispered back, still staring down at her in surprise. “And I appreciate your consideration on your brother’s behalf. He is not as… understanding or accommodating to speak with as you have proven to be.” As he spoke, he gently squeezed her hand one last time.
And then disappeared beneath her fingertips, leaving only the fluttering sound of feathered wings flapping in the night air.
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