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A/N: Re-edited on July 5th, 2014.

Tears for the Angels

A SUPERNATURAL FAN FICTION

Chapter One:

Strange

Gone.

Gadreel was gone. His vessel and his grace, destroyed. His last hopes that his sacrifice would lead to his family going back home. That once again, Heaven could be rebuilt.

Gone. Gone? No. The Angel was sure he could no longer feel, but it felt as if he was once more within his vessel, a warmth glowing over his chest with a comforting sensation. He felt in control of his vessel and felt the weight of reality once more.

Gadreel opened his vessel's heavy eyes, his sight was blurry, yet, he could make out a figure crouched and hoovering over him. Small hands on we tucked on his chest, as a bright light spewed from the hands.

His first reaction was to stand up, but as he attempted to sit up, the hands firmly pressed down on his chest and forced him to lay back down. "Hey, it's gonna be alright. I'm almost done here."

Gadreel's vision began fading away to black as the voice, a female voice, began sending a soothing tune through his ears. The tune set his mind to ease as his eyes shut completely, and he felt as if he slipped into the trace of death itself.

Yet, up ahead, there was a shimmering light that Gadreel began to cling to as if it was some sort of comfort. He clung to the shimmering light until it wrapped around him and was sent into a blissful sleep.

On the outside, the woman smiled. The corner of her mouth went up, causing a dimple to form there. She was grinning at her handiwork, though she could not retrieve the angel's grace, she did put the angel back in the vessel. The vessel's soul had been long before gone, destroyed once the angel had used himself as a bomb.

She sighed softly as her hands once again formed at the center of his chest and with a deep breath, her power began to glow at her fingertips and flow into the angel beneath her. She continued to hum softly, while the white light of her power was dancing over the Angel's vessel. The woman continued to hum and it only ceased when she felt another presence appear in the room.

"You're sure lighting the place up, ducky."

The woman lifted her head up to face Crowley from her seat on the floor. The King of Hell greeted her with his usual smug look, his hands shoved down in his pockets.

"Hello, Crowley." She said, a friendly smile crossing her face, showing her dimples.

"You really are a curious thing, you know that?" He said giving her a judgmental look before looking towards the Angel on the floor. "He's healed then?"

"Almost." She said, "It's strange, though." Crowley raised an eyebrow at that, "What's strange?"

She shrugged at first, not knowing how to answer, but eyed the Angel's sleeping face. "I've never healed like this before. It's like, sewing a person back together, reliving every inch of their lives..." She frowned, staring at the Angel's wings, which she saw spread out on the floor. They were broken, as if many of his feathers had fallen off. They reminded her of tree branches in the fall, where the leaves would turn dark and try to hang on to a branch.

"That's nice, darling." The demon said unsympathetically. "Now, I need you to lay low for a few weeks. Keep Angel boy with you at all times..." He removed his hand from his pocket, passing her a cell phone. "Call if you need anything." He turned away to leave.

"Um, Crowley?" She called out before he could make his departure. He stopped and turned to her, "Yes, darling?"

"Thank you. For everything." She smiled brightly, her teeth gleaming.

He raised an eyebrow and gave her another, 'you're weird' look, "Don't get used to it." And the demon disappeared before her eyes.

The woman sighed and turned her head back to the sleeping Angel, tucking her chin in between her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs, hugging them closer.

She began to hum again, and the white light appeared over the angel, dancing and whisking around him.

"Speak not loud, speak not proud, speak with your heart. Let the Lord bring favor to those who suffer for his works of art. Let joy speak, let life live..." she smiled as the white light danced faster and faster, the light gleaming in her eyes, heart heart beat pounding in her ears with excitement, "Let life live, let life sing. For it's God's most precious thing!"

The light filled the entire room, it would've blinded any human being on the premise, but there was none. The light diminished until the light was once again a small orb that hoovered over the Angel.

She smiled, despite the fact that she was now covered in sweat, the room was hot and caused her to become lightheaded. The Angel below her began to breathe steadily, his chest rising and falling.

She grinned wildly, and had to reposition her seating. The woman went to her knees, her hands holding the floor for dear life. "H-Hey, Angel...? Wakey wakey?"

The Angel's nose twitched, his face crinkled up in what she thought to be confusion. His eyelids went up, and his eyes met hers.

"Hiya. I'm Missy."