Darkness. All I see right now is darkness. I feel the bindings on my wrists and ankles, along with the burning sensation of my body and soul transforming. I can tell the transformation is almost done, because it's starting to burn less and less.
The light is starting to come back, starting to appear through the thick blanket that my eyelids supply. Soon enough the light is too bright for me to withstand, and the burning completely stops. Am I dead?
That's when my eyes opened for the first time as a half-angel.
I let my eyes search around the room, allowing them to rest on the familiar-faced angel that turned me.
"Hello Tessa." He greets me. Lightning flashes outside as I stand up to look him in the eyes. His are a beautiful dark blue compared to my sky blue eyes. His attire seems appropriate for being an angel.
There's a small maroon splotch on his left sleeve, but I don't heed any extra attention to it. He was probably on a walk again, no big deal.
The rain continues outside, pounding on the roof. Not a pitter-patter, but a loud shout hitting the roof with each drop. More lightning, and seconds later comes a wave of deafening booms.
The rain slows to a soft pounding and the lightning and thunder continues. The lightning strikes brighter, and each time a faint shadowy pair of wings is shadowed on the wall behind me.
"Hello Castiel."
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FanfictionIt feels like years, although they say a week. I've been turned into a half-angel.. not really for long though.
