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The Eternal Fall	By : Meude Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The two brothers stared at the younger man who sat in a desk chair, his eyes looking up at them through a gradually drying black fringe. His fingers played with the long sleeves of the shirt he now wore. Milo could tell that Dean had become transfixed on him since he had seen him and he felt that his attentions had disturbed the older man. He knew what his race could do to humans once they had seen their true form – it was like seeing something you just had to have, without knowing why. Milo worried that such a thing had happened to Dean and he wished for him to stop staring at him the way he did now.
He wished for the two men to leave him, they would be killed if they stayed with him – mutilated by the daemons that were after him. He knew even innocents would not be given a merciful death if they had helped him. He stared at Dean; those eyes were tired and full of grief that had yet to be let out. They were also filled with confusion, no doubt for the feelings he was experiencing from Milo’s presence. The brother called Sam studied Milo, his head tilted to the side and his arms folded; leaning against the wall further back while Dean sat on the bed closer his hands formed an arch as his elbows rested on his knees.
“My brother told me your name is Milo” Milo’s eyes fluttered back to the younger brother, “how old are you Milo?” Sam continued, there was a pause.
“I’m not sure, I’ve never counted” Milo replied, it was an honest answer, he’d never counted his years he’d just existed, Dean frowned,
“You must know how old you are” Sam queried,
“No... I know I was born, how long ago that is I’m unsure” Milo slid further down in the chair; he felt tiredness creep upon him again now he was somewhere warm. Dean turned to Sam and gave him a puzzled expression, Sam sighed,
“Ok then, where do you come from?” Dean asked,
“I guess you would call it Heaven” Milo looked to the side biting his lip at what reaction he may get from his answer. There was silence in the room, Dean had not been expecting that response and apparently neither did Sam
“That’s a joke right?” Dean leaned back on his arms, grinning in disbelief,
“So that would make you..?” Sam moved forward to his brother’s side,
“An Angel...” Milo was surprised when neither of them laughed. He looked at Dean and saw the look on his face, so many people grieved and so many people wanted answers. Milo knew the questions Dean wanted to ask and knew that he couldn’t answer them. Sam also had a fleeting instant of remembrance but he pushed it from his mind, determined to continue finding out about this strange man,
“Why are you here?” Sam snapped both Milo and Dean from their thoughts. Milo didn’t respond and Sam noticed the sudden hint of shame in the man’s expression. He stood up from the desk chair, no longer liking the interrogative atmosphere of the room, Dean shifted to stop the young man however Sam laid a hand on his shoulder to halt him.
Milo moved to the curtained window and peered out from the corner of the curtain, was it strange that he didn’t feel like he was being watched? He was certain that even a lesser daemon may have been sent to search him down if only to observe and report back his movements, yet the feeling which he had hated so much back when he was in that woman’s body was no longer present. As an angel he had always been able to sense evil, although rather cliché, it was something that every angel possessed in order to judge a human for their purity. He frowned, that ability had still been present, albeit weak, when he had been trapped in Faye’s body; perhaps now after his rebirth he was finally mortal... until something came to claim him. No, he knew he would never be mortal, but he was no longer an angel. His frown deepened and he bit down on his bottom lip, he didn’t even know what he was anymore.
“Milo?” Deans voice broke his thoughts and he quickly turned his attention back to the two men, more specifically to Dean, the man had sparked an emotion in him.
“Milo, why are you here?” Sam repeated “We want to help you” he smiled half-heartedly, more from tiredness than falseness. Milo turned his body to face the brothers, his back leaning against the cool wall, however his face was still turned to the gap in the curtain his need to be out in the open air quite nagging.
“It doesn’t take a genius to work out you did some pretty bad shit” Dean surmised, opening up the offer for Milo to make the ‘shit’ more clear. Sam winced at his brother’s bluntness and took the empty chair Milo had previously been sitting in. Milo continued his silence for a few more moments before inhaling much needed air, he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding his breath.
“What I did cannot be condoned... I would not expect anyone to help me out of my situation” He heard the bed creak as Dean shifted his weight and rested his elbows on his knees.
“Well, tell us and then we’ll be the judge of it, hmm?” Dean’s lips formed a sly smirk, “And if it’s as bad as you are making out then we’ll just hand you over to that Daemon” Milo snapped his head back, his eyes wide. Dean felt slightly better by scaring the man, served him right since he’d made him feel all weird.
“Dean is just joking, dicks do that” Sam sneered at his brother who pouted in false hurt. From Sam’s statement Milo relaxed slightly although the initial threat Milo was unsure of whether to truly take to heart or not. He took in Sam’s reassuring smile and began,
“Before I was...” he frowned almost painfully and bit his lip, “...cast out of what you call heaven I was classed as a Guardian Angel. I was one of the General’s meanings that I instructed and guided Guardians of a lesser rank and those who had just been born. Unlike the mortal beliefs of how Guardian Angels work, we do not have a single person to protect instead we protect a family tree and its ancestry. I was given a family from the moment I was born into Guardianship and...” he paused again, looking thoughtful, “up until my fall I had watched over them.”
“You mean we have an Angel to?” Dean questioned, Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother’s childlike behaviour,
“Dumbass of course we do” he replied to his brother, receiving a venomous stare,
“Fuck you Sam! Like I would notice it’s not like their doing a good job if you hadn’t noticed” Dean looked back from his brother to Milo who glared at him,
“It is not a Guardian’s fault if misfortune befalls a family, we are not to intervene. If a family member dies we cannot stop it. You must not blame us for this, in all honesty it is just as painful for us to see the death as it is for the living” Milo shifted his gaze to a random spot on the nearby wall, “We merely guide the souls once they have parted their bodies. We watch and record and advise within their dreams if it necessary but that is the farthest we will go”
Dean shifted awkwardly on the bed, noticing his brother listening intently. Dean had noticed the melancholy in the fallen angel’s demeanour as he reminisced, he could only imagine what it was like. The guardian was almost like a ghost to the family. A thought came to Dean’s head, humans were not meant to know this and that possibly he and his brother were the only humans that had been divulged this information. It also crossed his mind that it was rare for a human to see an angel, let alone a fallen one. He gazed at Milo as he continued his tale and he couldn’t help but watch those soft lips as every now and then the lower lip would quiver from painful memories, why did he want to touch those lips with his own? What worried him more was the almost sadistic desire to claim the fallen angel; he wondered if this is what the Daemons felt.
Sam noticed his brother was off in another world, but he was far too interested in the information Milo was feeding him to kick his brother into reality. What he didn’t notice was the hint of lust hidden behind those staring eyes of his brothers. Milo had stopped, pausing from the personal grief he had felt from each death within the family he had looked over. Sam softly urged Milo to continue,
“There was a girl, her name was Iris...” Milo paused again, reminiscing; Sam could feel the fallen angel’s fondness for the image of the girl. “She was born into the family I had watched over, she was beautiful and the only human I had ever felt admiration for... from the moment she was born up to when she had become a woman her image pulled at the heart I didn’t even know I possessed”
Dean inwardly smirked, it was always a woman. Milo looked to the floor; his lip was close to bleeding from the pressure his tooth bared down on it. “It had been writ in The Fate that she was...” Milo was finding this harder than he had expected, memories were being forced upon him that still felt so fresh.
“The Fate?” Sam took this moment of hesitance to question,
“The way in which life is meant to be, if it is written in the fate then it will happen” Milo sneered slightly, practically unnoticeable, “Your lives were planned long before you existed”. Dean felt slightly insignificant at that remark.
“It’s a book then?” Sam asked, intrigued, Milo shook his head,
“Not literally, it’s just easier to class it as a book I guess. In reality it has no solid form” he looked up to Sam, noticing the man’s urgency that he continue with his story, he’d been put off balance in his accounts by the question,
“Iris was meant to die” He almost blurted it out, the words hard to put forth, “It broke my heart... It wasn’t a peaceful death as I had wished, but a murder, slow and torturous” he averted his eyes from the brothers, his focus now on the dark blue carpet.
“How did you know?” Dean asked softly, seeing the hurt in the angels face, “How did you know she was meant to die?”
“To tell you that first you need to know about your ‘God’” Milo almost sounded bitter, he sighed at how complicated the heavens really were, “’God’ as you call it is not a solid being. None of the angels no matter what rank or level of heaven they reside have ever seen God. It is energy; It is classed as The Fate. Long ago The Fate created a voice that would contact us only in our dreams. The warmth around that voice we thought of as its love for us. Angels were created by God as his recorders of time and events, we studied its creations while it merely watched, much like watching a television program” He looked to Dean, “Do you understand?” Dean nodded
“Guardians are sent messages in their dreams of events in our families that we are meant to document... Mortals are studied every day; the human psyche interests the more powerful entities in heaven. That is why we mimic you in your visions, ‘God’ believes that humans are his most amazing and most disastrous creation and is fascinated by how man can kill so viciously and then go home to its spouse and offspring” In some way the brothers didn’t find this surprising,
“I was told that Iris was meant to die in 3 months. Her father had become involved with a gang and now owed them money, money that he didn’t have. I studied these men, eavesdropping into their meetings and listened to how they would punish Iris’ father” Milo knotted his eyebrows, anger growing, “They planned to kill them, all of them, to spare no one not even Iris’s two younger siblings” His pace quickened, “They were only 5!” He slid down the wall, landing non to softly. Sam made a move to go help however Dean held him back, his eyes still transfixed on the distressed man.
“I wanted to stop this so much, but I was not allowed to intervene. I watched as the men broke down the door. Iris’s father had gone out to work, however herself, her mother and her two siblings were still there. I watched as the men yelled, I watched as her mother screamed at her children to run and hide, Iris helping her younger brother and sister up the stairs to the attic. I watched as the leader of the group treated Iris’ mother like a rag doll, hitting her and slamming her into objects asking for payment and where her husband was. He got bored of her and instructed another of the gang to shoot her...” Milo clenched his fists.
“Iris and her siblings were hiding in the attic; I wanted to rescue them, to take them somewhere safe but I couldn’t...” Milo remembered feeling weak, feeling the hatred for himself and the men that were killing his family, “The men ransacked the house, determined to find every last family member. It was after they had gone quiet that they began to shoot into the attic. The two little ones panicked... they were both hit...” He hid his face, “Iris screamed, she had been so quiet, the men found her and dragged her from her hiding place. I remember begging...” He lifted his head and shook his head cynically, “Sounds kind of stupid now...” he bit his lip.
Sam felt his pain, whether empathic or not everyone could relate to family members dying and whether he had been related or not the family Milo watched they had every right to be his family. His thoughts were interrupted as Milo continued,
“They... dragged her to the living room and waited for her father to return. They... threatened her with their guns, hit her...” He breathed, “When her father came home they just shot him... told him she would be payment...” he spat bitterly, he had always found Iris’s father a coward and when he had died he only felt pity for him. “They... did... things to her...” Milo’s voice wavered painfully, the images all too graphic, “For weeks!” He stood up and felt the need to hit the wall, he stopped himself and instead held onto the roots of his hair, “And she just took it! She never begged or made a noise... they would laugh and force her to do...” he couldn’t finish the sentence.
“I clung onto every moral fibre of myself to not intervene. Other Guardians told me to stop, the spirits of her departed family still needed guiding. But I ignored them; I thought that they didn’t understand me... or valued Iris as much as I” he frowned, “Of course they didn’t! She was mine to look after...”
Dean watched Milo in concern as the fallen angel argued with himself. Milo breathed a ragged sigh into the static air in the room.
“It was, a moment of stupidity – I know that now! But I couldn’t let her be treated in those ways anymore, she was broken and I thought that if I stopped this all now she would get better, she would run away and forget it all.... have a family” His head lulled to the side as his eyes gazed out the window, they felt sore.
“They had just ‘finished’ with her, it was on an evening and it was snowing. I watched as she curled up against a wall to sleep... she was crying.” The brothers silently watched as Milo’s mind wandered into this playback of events, “
Something inside me just snapped I couldn’t just sit back and watch I couldn’t give It the satisfaction! I couldn’t let those filthy excuses for human beings keep doing this to her! As a General I had the ability to posses bodies if I so needed... however this was only allowed if God had deemed it necessary. However I was in such a rage I didn’t think, I took possession of one of the men’s bodies, grabbed a gun and a broken bottle and began to kill the other five. They shot at me, scratched my eyes as I gouged out theirs with the bottle... but it would never affect me, it wasn’t my body and I was much stronger than they ever could be” he smirked, surprised at how clear the memories were and how glorious it all felt in that one moment... and how capable he had been. That scared him. The brothers pictured it, both wondered if they would have done the same – something in them wished that they would have been able to find a better way; another told them that those men deserved what came to them.
“When... when I’d killed the last, I slit the throat of the one I possessed and fled. I came back to Iris in her dreams... like I had done every night up until then, telling her to run fast and get away. This time she did, she had heard the shouts and gunshots in the next room and the silence that followed. I told her directions to a shelter where she could get help. When she awoke she had no idea that it would have been me that told her, she wouldn’t know why she could find the shelter with such ease.” Milo’s shoulders relaxed a little and his frown disappeared replaced by a slight smile, “At that point I was happy, she was safe and she would live the life she deserved” Milo raised himself from the ground; it almost felt like the story bottled up inside him had been weighing him down. Now that he’d told someone he felt lighter and could stand with ease. The wall against his shoulders felt cool on his skin, he remembered Iris’ face when she got to that shelter and how she beamed when greeted by someone kind.
“I’m guessing that pissed your boss off pretty bad” Dean commented, the words had a lilt to them but when Milo turned to scowl Deans face was stone serious – it intimidated him a little.
“How soon was it until you were discovered” Sam interjected,
“Almost immediately...” Milo’s eyes turned downward.” As soon as i returned to my resting place I was bound and taken to the Archangels, they spoke for It... I’d gone against fate... the entirety of my family history would be changed – people would be born that were never meant to exist, events would happen that were never meant to...” He felt the guilt that he felt then and the shame. He’d taught too many other Guardians and worked so hard but for one woman he’d destroyed everything. “They threatened that Iris may meet an even worse end – she should have died, I begged them to spare her and reap their vengeance on me”. Milo had to stop himself, he had been so scared and the lights had blinded him – the Archangels were never meant to be seen and the energy they created had been more than he’d ever experience, it had burned him to his core.
“What happened?” the younger brother asked, gently urging the man to continue. Milo balled his fists,
“They... could have done so many things, tortured me, thrown me into purgatory, ripped me apart more times than you could count in your lifetime.... but they didn’t” a hand came to tug anxiously through his hair, “they just abandoned me, threw me into the body of a murdering witch and exposed to the sadistic desires of every creature under the sun and more.... I’ve never felt such silence until now”
“Silence?” Milo noticed the frown on Sam’s face, he sort of liked the man’s curiosity. He’d never felt clever until now.
“When I was a Guardian you were never without the sound of another’s voice, little whispers of kindness and questions about the world. There was warmth as well... sounds pathetic now... but I’ve never felt such warmth since. Now, I can’t hear anything, I have been truly abandoned” He breathed a smirk, “Even the ones I taught won’t come near me, I don’t feel anything”.
“That Daemons come intimately close to you though” Dean had been quiet up until now content to listen to the fallen angels story, the shifting anguish on his face had mesmerised him a few times and he found that he’d never been with someone who had such a hard time at concealing their emotions. He liked the way that Milo glared at him; he’d strummed a nerve,
“The powers that be have deemed me disowned and in need of a new ‘master’” The words were like the bitterest rind on his tongue, Milo had never considered himself ‘owned’ until now neither had he ever felt like a piece of meat, his new, albeit unprepared freedom had left him not liking the idea of being treated like a pet. “That Daemon” he spat, “Thinks I ‘am his... or at least will be soon.... I have no idea what else has yet to raise its head” Milo felt somewhat deflated as the words passed his lips, it wasn’t until now that he’d spoke what he knew to be true. He’d never seen the creatures he spoke of but the Elders of his kind had told him of them as a warning to never touch the Earth ground in their forms. Although he had been a high rank he had been sheltered to a point, he’d watched his family but never investigated further than where they stepped. In all fairness the world was still vague and unknown to him, when Iris had cooked or cleaned he’d only ever watched her and not how the bread baked or the flowers bloomed. He’d never seen how a car worked or that people used ‘toothpaste’ to clean their teeth. He’d watched the earth for thousands of years but didn’t have the foggiest idea of how it worked.
“I... I’m tired; can we finish this for now?” He looked to each of the brothers who still seemed more than eager to continue, “I promise I’ll answer your questions when I’ve rested” He thought compromise may halt their prying, his memories hurt him and burdened his already sore body for now he just wanted to be unconscious. Dean shifted from his resting place, eyes refusing to meet the fallen angels,
“Yeah sure, think we could all do with some rest” he noticed Sam’s desire to interject and get a few extra bits of information from the dark haired man, however Dean gave him an expression to signal the time was over. Milo smiled in thanks,
“Thank you” he took a perch on the bed nearest the window, feeling safer with the cast of the already lowering moon, it must have been nearing dawn. Dean quickly took the bed nearest to the adjoining bathroom, furthest away from the window and Milo. He really didn’t want to wake up with morning wood and have that man be the first thing he saw. Sam sighed at how obvious his brother was being and whether Milo noticed it or not it certainly made for an awkward atmosphere, Sam couldn’t understand what had gotten his brother so uptight about being around Milo, if Dean had sensed something from the fallen angel then why couldn’t he?
The younger brother was still to awake and remained sat in the single wicker chair as he watched both his elder brother and their hitch hiker get ready for bed. He was surprised when he saw his brother only remove his jacket, he’d never known his brother to be modest... or self-conscious, even with a new person in their midst. He knew his brother was weird but it felt like he was almost on edge around Milo, he pondered if it would be appropriate to question his brother about it in the morning or whether he was just over thinking things in his drained state. Sam looked over to see that Milo was also still fully clothed and had curled up under the covers, the duvet sheet creating a nest like shape encompassing his body. The image reminded him of a child; Sam remembered he used to sleep like that when he was younger and that it had made him feel safe if he’d woken up from nightmares... was Milo scared?
Sam let his head rest back against the chair and slouched into it lazily and something in his mind told him he should be scared, Milo had said things would come for him and he knew that both he and his brother would try to destroy them. Even if this fallen angel had gone against his creed he had saved a woman’s life and been through hell without even setting foot in it. He thought back on when Milo told them his body and soul were basically up for grabs and it had made Sam’s blood boil at the thought of any creature being hunted, tortured and meant to serve someone who brought only pain to them. Whether it was their business or not they were involved, either way it would rid the world of a few more Daemons. Slowly Sams eyes began to get heavier as his thoughts sucked away the last of his adrenaline fuelled energy. His gaze lazily travelled to the outline of his brothers covered form as his mind finally surrendered to sleep.
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