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Fandom Supernatural RP With Amy de l'ABC

"That light was me showing them I'm an angel. I showed them the shadow of my wings." Charmeine explained. "It's kind of hard to prove you're an angel without using some type of your powers, wouldn't you agree?"


(Gotta go, I'll reply after I get home from school :)  )
 
(Okay. GL! :) )


"Oh." Sam nodded, feeling bad for being suspicious. "Right... Okay, then. If everyone's ready, we can head to the bunker, then."
 
(Awesomeness :)  )


As Charmeine nodded that she was ready, they all headed to Dean's and Christine's cars, since the bunker was close to NH. Dean, Sam, and Castiel went into Dean's car, and Christine and Charmeine went into hers.
 
"So," began Christine as she started the car and pulled out onto the street, "you, um...did you live there long?"  She honestly wasn't sure what to say, and normally in such a situation she might have stayed quiet for a bit longer, but her motherly instincts had been aroused by this girl.  Well, angel.
 
Charmeine was looking out of the window when Christine asked her if she lived there long. "For about two years or so." she replied, looking back to Charmeine as she answered. She then smiled when she saw the human woman looking confused as to what to do and say as she drove down the road, following the boys. "Hey, it's fine, don't be shy or awkward about it. We don't even have to talk about it if you don't want to. We can talk about anything else." she offered, knowing that if they continued the conversation it would only be awkward and weird for the both of them.
 
Christine gave her a sheepish smile, a little embarrassed that Charmeine had picked up on what she was feeling so quickly. (Not that that didn't happen often. Much too often for her liking, in fact.) "I'm okay talking about whatever you like," she replied. "I just wasn't sure if it would bother you."
 
Charmeine felt very grateful that this woman was so kind and considerate of her feelings. She could never get that same treatment up in Heaven. Just one of the many reasons why she fell. "Naw, it's okay if we talk about it. I haven't had anyone to really tell anything to, so this might be a good thing for me to just let it all out. But if you don't want to, that's perfectly fine. We can talk about anything your heart desires. I don't mind any topic." Charmeine said, trying to give the same respect that Christine gave to her back to Christine.
 
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Christine smiled at her, grateful in her turn for Charmeine's consideration.  "Thanks.  But I was actually going to offer anyway.  If you need to talk, go ahead, sweetie."  The word slipped out--that tended to happen when she was feeling motherly--and her smile turned a bit apologetic.  "Tell me if you don't like pet names...they just happen sometimes, but I can try and stop them if it bothers you."
 
Charmeine giggled at this. "I'm fine with pet names." Then she looked back out the window in thought. "I just don't know where to start..."
 
"That's okay," responded Christine.  "Take your time.  Or you could start from leaving Heaven, if you want.  Whatever's easiest."
 
"Sure," Charmeine said, "I can start from leaving Heaven. I don't mind telling. Well, for starters, Heaven was basically like an army base. Everyone was always prepared for attacks and war. All angels have their angel blades with them at all times, and those blades are the only weapons that can kill us angels. We are to only obey, without question, or be killed. And we are to always have faith in our Lord and Father, and if we don't, we also get killed for that." she explained, a distasteful expression on her face. "I was stationed near Earth, but not on it, to watch over you humans. Quiet. Invisible. Only there to watch, and nothing else. But you are fascinating! Everyone's so different, and there are so many ways you can live your lives! And you can have emotions And love. And freedom. And there was I, watching with what I can describe now as envy. But, then things became hectic. Fights were everywhere, and eventually a war broke out. And because I couldn't just stay and fight, I fled, down to Earth, where I found a wonderful girl to use as my vessel."
 
Christine listened quietly, nodding.  When Charmeine finished, she said with a frown, "That sounds really hard.  Why do they act that way, do you know?"  Her thoughts wandered to Cas, as well, contemplating how he must have felt dealing with such a thing.
 
Charmeine nodded. "It was hard, extremely hard. And painful. But, anyways, the reason that angels act like that is because that's how God programmed us to be. Like a little robot army, that will listen and carry out any and all commands from their superiors." she said, a bitter taste left in her mouth from remembering being like that, those many, many years ago. "But, there are angels like me, who will actually think and can decide things on their own, even if those decisions are tiny. Some who decide to break the rules, for once. The ones that fall to Earth. But many of them that come down end up acting out from their resentment at Heaven and will do terrible things. I just know I don't want to be like them. Just peace, and quiet. But, as I've seen today, I guess that can't be attainable. Not for an angel, at least."
 
Christine couldn't imagine living like that.  It sounded awful, and she felt both her sympathy and her admiration for Charmeine rise as she listened.


As Charmeine finished the young woman shook her head, giving the angel a gentle look.  "I don't think that's true.  Maybe it's just hard to find."  She smiled softly.  "You certainly deserve it."
 
Charmeine smiled at this. "Thanks. I hope I can find peace one day." she said as she smiled at leaned back into the seat and stared at the ceiling, just thinking about that wonderful day that she was hoping for. She then looked back at Christine, now curious as to what this woman was like. "So, Christine, was it? Who are you? What are you like?" she asked, curiously.
 
Christine nodded.  "I hope you do, too," she replied softly.  At the girl's question, she laughed a bit.  "Well, um...that's a pretty broad question.  What kind of thing are you looking to know, exactly?"
 
Charmeine thought for a moment. "Maybe, like, your personality, things you like to do, things like that. Anything you're willing to share."
 
Christine nodded.  "Um, well...I love singing, and composing and arranging music.  I'm also pretty into crafts, and computers.  And I love to read, and to write."  Laughing a little, she added, "Honestly I have way too many hobbies for my own good."  She shrugged a bit, smiling.  "Not really sure what to tell you about my personality."
 
Charmeine's face lit up at this. "I also love to sing, read, and write, though I'm still trying to be more creative with my writing." She said, smiling at the fact that Christine also liked the same things she did.
 

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