The Reststop and the Seraphim

I've always been more of a lover than a fighter, but that didn't stop me from being a hunter. The need to keep other people safe from the monsters that could quite literally be under their beds drove me to where I am today. I am known for my extensive knowledge of demons and angels. I have become a place of solitude and peace for fellow hunters. My story isn't all that happy but I make the most of it.

It's all been downhill since Castiel fell. The angels have started fighting against the demons and more importantly, themselves. We the Seraphim, Guardians of Gods Throne, Angels of Light, Love, and Fire, have left heaven to protect Gods Throne in places far from Heaven. I am young, just a "fledgling" they call me, but I'm determined to prove them wrong.


8. The Hunters

I'm crouching behind the pedestal, clutching my sword. I can sense them approaching. For about a week I'd been fighting off angels. I could sense one coming right now with three others. I hate sitting here waiting for more angels to come and attack me. I feel like a cornered bird with a broken wing. Helpless, afraid.

"Peekaboo, I see you~" A voice says next to me.

I whip my head to see a female angel. She gives me an evil grin and her fingers splay open. I'm sent flying across the room and I hit one of the columns in the church. "You can't be that dangerous. Each angel who's come here had returned alive." She says and appears in front of me.

"Who's side are you on?!" She yells at me.

I flinch. "I'm on Gods side." I whimper.

Her face contorts in anger. "That's not what I mean!" She shouts and punches me.

Her fist connects to my left jaw and I yelp. "Are you on Lucifers side? Michaels side? Whose?!" She shouts again.

I stare at her wide eyed. What is she talking about? I open my mouth to speak but the doors fly open and slam against the walls. Our heads turn to the source and I see an angel in a trench coat standing there with three humans. "What are you doing here?" The female angel hisses.

I take the opportunity to teleport to the pedestal and get in a ready stance with my sword. The lady turns her head toward me again. "I'll ask you once more. Whose. Side. Are. You. On?!" The female angel shrieks.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I snap back.

Fury flares in her eyes and she appears near me with an angel blade. I squeal and swing my sword, deflecting her oncoming attack. "Leave me!" I yell and appear on the opposite side of the pedestal.

I can see the three humans holding angel blades are approaching. My eyes fly around, searching for the second angel. "Why would god make you an angel?" The female angel hisses.

I glare at her. "I don't know."

Suddenly, the angel in the trench coat is behind her, plunging his angel blade into her back. I shut my eyes as she shrieks and a bright light erupts from her. I open one, hands shaking as I stare at the angel. The lady angel is on the ground, her wings shape burnt into the floor. "Are-are you going to hurt me?" I whisper.

The angel stares at me with cold blue eyes. "L-leave me alone!" I shout.

"You're so young." The angel says.

"I know! Now go away! Or-or I'll hurt you!" I snap.

My knuckles are white as I clutch my sword, shaking. A strawberry blonde woman approaches with two tall men. "Put the sword down." The shorter man says in a warning tone.

I shake my head and back up to the wall, face paler than normal and eyes full of fear. "Please go away!" I plead.

The woman's face turns to one of sympathy. "We won't hurt you. Please relax dear." She says in a soothing town.

"Put down your blades!" I counter.

She sighs. "It's okay hun. Calm down please." She takes slow steps and drops her blade.

She holds up her hands and I shrink back. "Please don't make me hurt you." I mumble.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the taller man with long hair reach for the gate piece. I appear before him and punch his stomach. "Don't touch that!" I shriek.

The dirty blonde man leaps at me with his blade and i stumble back. "Dean! Stop!" The woman shouts and leaks over the pedestal to hold the mans arm.

Dean, the dirty blonde, glares at me. "She needs to die, Zhanna. I don't care if she's just a kid." He growls.

Sam holds his stomach and my eyes well with tears. "What's going on?" I yell. "Why was she asking me whose side I was on?"

The dark hairs angel tilts his head at me. "You don't know what's happening?" He asks.

"No! None of the other Seraphs told me." I muttered. "They haven't visited me in a while."

The woman approaches again and smiles slightly. "Please put down the sword sweetie." She asks again.

I stare at her a moment before letting my sword disappear. "Tell me what's going on."

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