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Fandom Supernatural RP With Amy de l'ABC

(Lol, it's not that bad, actually)


"If your family was all about being soldiers and fighting and bloodshed, wouldn't you want to get away from them, too? Especially since I'm the "Angel of Peace" *uses hand quotes for emphasis* and all that. Acting as a human and being around them has been amazing. Sure, there's the small things they fight about, but there's barely any of that, and no bloodshed, here. It's happy and quiet and everyone's so kind. I finally felt like I belonged, being here, where I never felt like that up in Heaven. You understand, right?" Charmeine asked, hoping Sam and Castiel would. But, knowing her brother, Castiel didn't understand.


"That is no reason for you to leave, Charmeine. Father gave us orders and jobs to do. It is definitely not your place to disobey Him. Or your Garrison leader." Castiel told her, a stern look on his face, as if he was a father and she was his kid that just broke a vase or some other punishable action.
 
(Haha that's good then :)  IDK if I'd survive that xD  )


Sam nodded slowly.  He did understand that.


So did Christine.  Feeling bad for the girl-angel, she forgot her shyness, stepped forward, and looked up at Cas.  "Can--can I ask..."  She immediately regretted her impulsiveness, though.  This was clearly an argument she knew next to nothing about, and kind of a family thing, too.  It was none of her business.
 
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Cas looked at Christine, his blue eyes intense. "What is it, Christine?" he asked, wondering what she was about to say. Charmeine took the opportunity to try and pull away again from Castiel's hand, but he kept his tight grip, and she ended up just sighing and staying put.
 
She hesitated, briefly thrown by his look, feeling her heart race, but then continued. "I'm not saying people should disobey whoever is in charge... And I really don't know much about it. But, well... Is there any way she could come here to live with permission or something? I mean, if she has to stay somewhere she doesn't want to be... That doesn't seem fair."
 
Castiel looked at her with a small smile. "You humans are different. You have the free will to live however you like, wherever you like. But angels are different. We were created to serve our Father's wishes. We cannot stray from our destined paths, or we are heavily punished." he explained. "Charmeine would either be constantly attacked by other angels and not be welcomed back into Heaven, or she'd have to rip her Grace from herself, which is a painful experience and strips us from our angel powers and identity. Living with humans while still an angel was a very bold and stupid move, Charmeine." he said, now looking down at his little sister.


Charmeine, at this, stayed silent, and looked down at the ground angry and emotional, something very rare for an angel. She hated the fact that he was right. But she just couldn't handle being up there anymore, but at the same time, she didn't want to go through that kind of pain of being stripped of her angel being, of her Grace.
 
Christine frowned.  "But...what about you?  I mean, I don't know, but it seems like you know these guys"--she gestured to Dean and Sam--"pretty well, and maybe hang out with them a lot...  Is it just because she was actually living here?"
 
"God had sent me down to be with and help Sam and Dean. My rebellion from Heaven was meant to be. But it is different for her. She was supposed to stay up in Heaven, to be a soldier. To fight God's battles."


Charmeine rolled her eyes at this. But then she stopped, knowing she was acting like a child, or a fledgeling in angelic terms. Instead, she looked back up at her older brother. "So, Castiel, what should I do then? I am NOT going back up there. And since you came here, the others will find out where I am and try to either take me back or kill me, even if I ditch my Grace. and what should I even say to my parents- er, vessel's parents?It would break their hearts to know that I took over their daughter's dead body."


Dean piped in at this. "Well, there is one place that angels can't sense nor find, and you can keep your Grace and all that angel stuff of yours." he offered, referring to their bunker.


(Gotta go to bed. Good night and I'll try and reply tomorrow morning :)  )
 
(Okay :) Night!  Sleep well!)


Looking from Dean to Charmeine, Sam nodded slowly, hoping it wasn't a bad idea to offer this.  "Yeah, you could come with us."


Christine was curious, but she kept quiet, not wanting to interrupt.
 
Charmeine looked at them suspiciously. "What is this place you are speaking of?" she asked, wondering how coming with them, hunters and her older brother, would be safer than being with her wonderful parents in New Hampshire.
 
Sam shared another look with Dean, and then sighed.  "It's an underground bunker that's warded against--well, basically everything."  He shot a glance at Christine, unsure if he should be saying more in front of her.  She seemed all right, but they barely knew her.


It took Christine a moment to understand what the look must mean.  When she'd figured it out, she smiled and said quickly, "I can go somewhere else, if you want."
 
"Everything? Including angels? And do any other angels know of it's whereabouts, excluding Castiel?" Charmeine asked, knowing that if she couldn't stay in New Hampshire, then this bunker that they were talking about would be her best bet. "And, if I do have to go, can I at least say goodbye to them?" she asked, looking back at the house that her vessel was born and raised in.


Dean shook his head, smiling. "Naw, you can come with us, Christine. I'll just have to interview you to make sure you're good to come in." he said, knowing that he couldn't just let her in, but didn't mind her being there with them in the bunker that has now become his home.
 
Sam shook his head at Charmeine.  "Not that we're aware.  We're pretty careful with who we tell."


"Are you sure?" asked Christine, giving him a small smile.  "I won't be offended or anything if not.  As much as I'd like to believe otherwise...it can be hard to trust people."
 
"Yeah, I'm sure. Plus, if you do anything, Sam and I can fight you, and Cas can even help out with his powers. So either way, you're welcome to come with us." Dean said, smiling at her through the threat.


Charmeine thought for a few moments. She then sighed, as she accepted her fate. "Fine. I'll come with you and stay at the bunker. But please, let me say goodbye and explain everything to them. They are very religious and will probably accept and even understand my situation." she explained and pleaded, wanting to at least say goodbye.
 
Laughing a little, Christine nodded.  "Okay.  Thanks," she replied.


Sam's expression softened, and he gave her a nod.  "Of course.  And maybe you could visit them sometimes.  It's just not a good idea to be living with them."
 
(Gotta go to bed)


Charmeine smiled at this. "Thank you. I will be right back, then." she said, looking at Castiel then at her arm, and he finally let go of her. She then went over and inside the house, where she was telling her vessel's parents about everything, apologizing, thanking them for everything, and finally saying goodbye.
 
(Okay.  Sleep well! :)  )


Christine watched the girl-angel run off, and sighed.  She hoped the parents would be okay.  She couldn't even imagine being in a situation like theirs.  And she hoped Charmeine would be okay, too.  This would be difficult for everyone involved.
 
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After a long while, and a flash of immense light and shadows inside the house and coming through the windows, Charmeine walked out, rubbing her eyes. When she came back to the group, they could tell she was crying, if just a little bit. She now had a backpack of things that she'll take with her. "Okay," she said, her voice cracking a little bit from emotion, "I'm ready. So what are we doing?" she asked, wondering what they were going to do next.
 
Christine gave her a concerned look, wishing she could help, but not knowing how to.


Sam frowned at Charmeine.  "What was that light?" he asked, a little suspiciously.  It had looked an awful lot like Grace.  Like someone being smitten, maybe.
 
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"How far is this bunker of yours? Is it driving distance or did my brother bring you here?" Charmeine asked, wondering if she had to either be driven there or would have to be carried by her brother.
 
(Whoops, nevermind my computer just didn't load the edit for some reason)
 
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