Supernatural Imagines

Castiel-The First

I'm (Y/N) the first angel that was ever created. Well...lets just say that I fell. I fell a long time ago. I became a fallen angel before Lucifer did.

*flashback*

Father called me saying he had a mission for me. I quickly said goodbye to my brother Gabriel and quickly ran to my father's side my wings slightly pushing backward from the speed that I was running at.

I finally reached my father's side.

God:"You know you have beautiful wing (Y/N)."

I was confused as to why he called me to his side for a mission but instead was granted with this information.

God:"And I know this will result in you hating me but i have to do this. Your wings are the whitest showing me your loyalty that you hold towards me. And once again I'm sorry...but I need to know this informarion."

'What information?'

I asked myself this question. As I was about to voice my question father beckoned Raphael in. I somewhat sneered for him and myself have never gotten along. He seemed as though he was only out for the power.

Father then moved his hand in a waving motion towards Raphael. This was apparently a signal to him as he immediately started walking towards me. He saw the expression on my face and there was an emotion I've never seen him carry before...sorrow or was it guilt. He then picked me up and walked out of the room that my father was in.

We walked past Michael and seeing his confused face made me more confused. His face then flashed to worry and he bounded to where father once was. Then all of heaven heard something they never thought they would hear... Michael screaming at father. Why was he screaming.

Michael:"She hasn't done anything...why punish her with something so cruel."

God:"She's a test subject Michael...she's not perfect like you."

And with that Raphael and myself entered a room with a silver table in the center with various amounts of blades that I've never seen.

I was strapped to the table with my wings in the air.

Raphael then picked up a blade and started to carve my wings off my body.

My screams wracked through heaven. Gabriel and Lucifer stopped their conversation at the smell of my blood and the volume of my screams.

They walked over to the room that held Raphael and myself in. A few years streamed down their faces as they saw my blood stream out of the crack beneath the white door.

Then father showed up and told Lucifer and Gabriel to continue what they were originally doing.

He then walked into the room that held me and whispered instructions to Raphael. Next thing I knew everything was black and I was in a place called hell.

When Luci fell he started to cry when he saw me. He explained the story of how and why he fell. He then looked at my back and saw the red ragged scars where my wings used to be.