The Golden Wings (Blue and Dean Winchester)

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His more Defensive form

Pure Form (children can see his wings, to look at his pure form a human could catch flame and burn. Luckly no one can see his true form only his wings and only angels can see his real form)

Gabriel was his name an angel of the lord, the angel from god to help those children who where less forunate then him . The Archnagel was dressed as a shaggy male with dirty hair, homeless and could (not that archnagels ever got cold) and smiles as he had his trusty Guitar and hummed as he started to sing, will the circle be unbroken . His voice was that of a angel or even more as his vocal cords where more ranged then that of human beings.

The Archnagel sat there and sang his heart out to the god he loved so much, praying to him silently to let children be safe, disability or not all children had the right to live a life of happiness and love. His voice was able to even reach deaf children as it was not a human voice or from earth , his voice was very warm, grace filled and bright. His eyes closed as he sang and many people gave him extra money for his talent but he never kept any of it, he had enough in his life to keep him happy with just god the almighty father.

He opened his eyes and saw a lone girl sitting right before him. the child was different from others and Gabriel loved it. he smiles as he kept strumming his guitar happily and then sang , 10000 reasons and the world seemed to stop and just listen to the archangel sing his song and he grinned gently. the child would be able to see his wings they where lovely golden color. His wings where massive compared to many angels and his feeling was that of pure love and kindness.​

 

[Blue]

There was nothing that could compare to the fear of a mother losing her child on the streets -she had looked away for a minute, just a minute to try and get a sense of her surroundings and figure out why it looked nothing like the common city map clutched in her right fist. Now the left one was empty, and Isabella was frantically searching for her child.

"Shit- Ambriel!?" Honestly there was no point in calling but it was a move made in a moment of pure panic. Panic for the same reason there was no point in calling, because her little girl was deft to the world and wouldn't be able to hear. There weren't even that many people around, how had she managed to slip away? Ambriel almost had a talent for sneaking away from her mother and causing the same mild-heart attack every time. Instantly Isabella dropped the tightly clutched paper whirling around with wide brown eyes and messy ginger hair before she caught that light top of strawberry blonde among a few others.

"Oh my gosh," The little girl whirled around in silent surprise as warm familiar arms coated in a ratty jacket wrapped around her easily picking her small frame up. Isabella couldn't even be mad, she was just too relieved to the point of tears -she only ever got this emotional when Ambriel was involved and now clung to her child in a tight hug holding off the ground. However the next moment she was looking towards what had clearly caught the girls attention and it brought a look of pure utter confusion to her face. A street player? The man looked in just about rough shape as she did if not worse, but he definitely was a good musician and had a lovely voice. But of course, that voice had not lured her daughter in. So what had? Isabella continued to stand there for a moment watching him quietly before turning her attention back to her daughter and signing something silently with one hand. The other was holding the child up.
What do you see?

As per usual, Ambriel took a while to respond but eventually and timidly she moved her own hands clumsily to make a reply. Isabella read them easily, as a mother might know what her roughly-speaking toddler was saying. He makes me happy.