Title: Here I Come, Sugar! Author: Shinju Tori
Character(s): Dean, Sam, Gabriel, an angelic OC, Bobby & God!Castiel gets mentioned in passing. Genre: Hell if I know…*shrugs*
Summary: There was only one way to snap Cas out of his "God" mentality: An archangel had to purify him. Problem was there was none left alive or free to do it. So what's up with this girl who claims to know one in a surprising way…?
Spoilers:End of Supernatural season 6…YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Disclaimer: Don't own SPN cuz if I did there'd be some Sabriel brewing in a candy store or two…
Rating: M for violence/gore, strong language (both in English and Japanese), and sexual innuendo…
A/N: As much as I enjoy slash stories, there will be no slash here. If you see something that looks like slash to you it's probably your mind trying to go pervy on you…Or me not being able to resist innuendo…
A/N2: This Shinjiel is of no relation to the Shinjiel in "Wait". They just look the same, but they are completely different people…Angels…You know what I mean!
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It was dark and empty, in this place, where ever the name of the place he was in was. He laughed mirthlessly, his voice echoing in the vast blackness around him, making him a bit lonely. He never really knew what happened to angels after they died, so where could they go?
Straight up to Heaven? Nope. Already lived there. Down to Hell? As if! Lucifer would use him as a punching bag! Smack dab into the middle of Purgatory? Get real! That was where monsters went, not angels!
Nah, he was in what all angels fearfully called "The Nothing": the state of nonexistence after they died.
Kinda boring place to be really. Just him and a small ball of light that had been his Angelic Grace once upon a time. He childishly stuck out his tongue at the blue-white light, the only source of it in this big empty, grim place.
Idly, out of habit, he snapped his fingers, half-hoping a candy bar would appear in his hands. No show. "Damn." He muttered, glaring at his former Grace, as if that was at fault.
Which it was in its own tiny way.
He could see it clearly, his Grace, and could sense the calm coming from it like always. But if he tried touching the light, it just darted upwards out of his grasp or dodged around his fingers like a blue-white firefly the size of a peach. Another reason to add to the list of why he hated being dead: he was still short.
It seemed in the "afterlife", angels stayed looking like whatever their last vessels had been like. So he was a short, pale skinned, light chestnut haired guy, dressed in dark blue tennis shoes, a dark pair of comfy jeans, a sea green button-up (over a navy tank-top), and tan army jacket on top of everything.
Only one thing remained mostly the same, no matter what form he chose or vessel he had, in the end though: His eyes were always the same shade of golden-brown. He heard them described as "amber", "honey", "maple syrup" (mostly human descriptions there), and "autumn" colored by a human he knew and loved once. He liked the "honey" and "autumn" colored eye descriptions best.
That was the weird thing. Even before he used his vessel's current form (he had forgotten his original choice for this vessel's name over the past couple hundred years) he could make them look muddier but in certain lighting (and to certain people) his golden-brown eyes could be seen. That made him even lonelier, remembering people who he knew weren't with him in this place now.
He sighed and sat down cross-legged on the "ground". Who would've thought that one of Heaven's most powerful archangels, messenger to God, would be bored out of his mind?
He could only hope that she remembered what she had been told by him and that her Angelic powers came to her on time…
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She staggered down the street, panting and trying not to fall over. She had twisted her ankle trying to get away from those creepy black eyed people as well as those glowing beings. Thank the Lord, her father taught her both warding rituals and sigils to prevent anyone from locating her.
She paused next to a town sign that read "Welcome to Sioux Falls!" She grinned tiredly and pulled out a small topaz crystal on a greenish copper chain. Wrapped around the crystal was a thin dark red-brown strand of hair.
"I've traveled in the darkness,
Point out the safest way,
I've traveled in the brightness,
To this hair's owner today…"
She recited, swirling the crystal around in a circle, about an inch above the ground. She lifted the crystal up to eye level and started walking. She moved it to first the left then the right and smiled in relief when it began to glow with a golden light as she held it towards her right.
"No worries Papa…I'll find him and make him and his friends help me bring you back…"
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"Well…We're screwed…Royally…" Dean groaned. Cas has sent them back to Bobby's with an ultimatum: Worship him as their new "God" or die. He had generously given them 3 months to decide.
Sam nodded glumly, wincing at the sharp pain that spiked through his head. He kept having small flashbacks of Hell and had to wonder if this was how Dean felt after he got out of Hell. Dean looked concerned at him, when Bobby came over with a trio of beers in hand.
"Found somethin' out 'bout Cas' condition, though yer gonna flip a shit when ya hear…" Dean raised an eyebrow, chugging half of his beer while Sam quietly said "What Bobby?" Bobby grabbed a very old looking book, so old it had no cover and the pages looked thin enough to crumble as soon as Bobby turned the page, and read out loud "And the LORD sayth "The false Lord who has been corrupted cannot be purified except by one of the leaders of Angels…"
Sam thought about that before saying, "So…An Archangel can return Cas to normal?" Dean shook his head. "Well…I think we are definitely screwed now! Michael's down in Hell's Cage with Lucifer, Rafael blew up thanks to Cas, and Gabriel's…"
His voice trailed off, thinking of Gabriel, who had died diverting Lucifer's attention/trying to kill Lucifer so that the Winchesters and Kali could escape. Suddenly there came a pounding at the door. All three jumped, Dean and Bobby each grabbing an Angel sword, while Sam grabbed the demon killing knife off the table.
Bobby cautiously opened the door to reveal a thin, hungry looking girl, barely 5 feet tall, leaning, exhausted against the doorframe.
She was dressed in a pair of worn, dusty, grey and blue sneakers, tan cargo shorts with shredded hems, a black t-shirt with the words "No amount of sparkle can save Edward Cullen from the REPO-MAN!" in a dripping red font with a blood splattered scalpel underneath a large blue flannel shirt, and a white ball-cap with hand stitched patterns of random objects on it. Judging from the dirt and sweat stains on her clothes she'd been on the road for a while now, probably a couple weeks from the look of her.
Her shoulder length hair was a muddy dark green, with dirt and was obviously dyed judging from the inch or two of the roots of her hair that was a light chestnut. Mud, what looked like bits of wood, leaves, random blades of grass, and car grease were streaked though out, drawing attention to large tangled clumps of her hair that obviously hadn't seen a brush or comb in a long while.
She only had 3 sources of jewelry of any kind. Glittering in either ear were 3 piercings, one in her earlobe, one halfway up the side of her ear, and the final one at the top of either ear with a chain connecting them to each other. A silver ring with a pair of golden wings on either side of a black pearl shimmered on her right ring finger and a simple gold band with a small chunk of amber sparkled on her left pointer finger. Two necklaces were tucked into her shirt and all that could be seen was that one was a beaded necklace alternating blue with orange beads, and that the other appeared to be made of simple pale blue leather cord.
Her eyes, tired looking behind smeared, mud splattered glasses, were, a dark shade of golden-brown. She stared blankly at Bobby for a minute or two before drifting over to gaze at Sam and Dean. Her eyes returned to Bobby and she finally said in a hoarse voice "Winchesters? Are they…here…right now?"
Bobby, glanced at the brothers before saying "Why do you wanna know kid?" She held up a topaz crystal on a copper chain that was glowing an intense gold. "This told me…where I could find the last people to see…" Her eyes rolled up as she passed out. Sam lunged forwards but ended up with an armful of a huge duffle-bag as Dean caught the girl and heard her mumble in a dazed voice "Tou-san…Watashi wa kentou…Seidou…"
Dean looked confused at Bobby. "She said 'Dad, I found sanctuary…'" Bobby hastily translated as Dean carried her down to the panic room. Sam gingerly put her bag next the cot saying "I'll watch her, while you guys go and see if you can dig up anything on making Cas…More normal…" They nodded and Sam settled in to wait for the girl to wake up…
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TBC