Fate and choices Chapter 1, a supernatural fanfic

Pairings: Jack Kline/Rose Ceallaigh; Castiel/ Dean Winchester; Gabriel/Sam Winchester; Lucifer/Sam Winchester; Clark Barker/Tara Zendey and others...

Summary: Rose Ceallaigh, a student and part time waitress found an innocent boy, not that innocent in front of her building. Knowing that he ran away from his family not to escape them but to protect, Rose try to help him discovering a world she did not know who was right in front of her eyes.
He know basically nothing about the world, so Jack will learn what is love, burn, passion, joy and being hurt. He will learn how to be human, how to feel every emotions.
While Dean, Sam and Castiel are still trying to find him and finding that girl who is immune to supernatural powers when dealing with their own preoccupation.

Okay I sucks at summary too. I'm sorry please give it a try

Notes: I don't own Spn neither their amazing characters only mine so all the OFC and OMC. English is definitely not my first language (I'm french) so sorry for my many mistakes. It's really slow, and basically nothing happens, I'm placing the characters and the context of their lives but I always put hints into my chapter. Sooo enjoy ! ^^

The music was ringing in the dinner. Heat of the moment by Asia was making her move her head while reading her document on the global warming; it is not that she did not like it. C'mon, she definitely loved studying and learning about the environment and water and all of that but making a whole project about it seemed heavy and way too much in her mind.

Except, that asshole naming Brennan, Mr. Brennan, did not even wait for her to come in the class to choose what she had to do.

Well, not exactly. Yes, global warming was the last subject but there was another one.

Fate and choices.

C'mon, how the hell were we supposed to do something with that. She was not really a fatalist (sometimes she was, after watching sappy movies. And knowing she would pass another valentine's day watching other sappy movies) but apart from that she was believer and did not think everybody deserved hell.

…

Okay reading fanfiction on the net was enough for everybody to go straight to hell but at least she knew and was ready to run to hell with her fanfiction's friends. However, all these peoples with a rough life did not necessarily deserved this. After her class discuss the subject of "Fate and choices" she was pretty sure, her classmates were demons or at least some dark creatures even if she did not believe in that.

So was she really a believer? That my friend was a good subject! Better than all of them actually.

"Rose!" her boss shouted, "Less brooding and more working lil' girl."

"'m coming." She answered tying the knot of her apron correctly.

She was working as a waitress in the diner when school was over or before. For now 2 years and she freaking liked it, everything was cool and people were kind (not always but most of them) so was her boss. Mitch Inkle, soon to be, 60 years (they were preparing a little something for the event) and four marriage in the counter, well four-failed marriage so four divorce. He looked immune to marriage now.

"Why don't you shout Vic name when she's obviously sleeping in some corner of the house huh?" She complained while dressing the table, "'m pretty sure she's your fave here."

"Yeah maybe, she gives me chocolate cake every day not like you and the rest of this damn house." He shouted the rest of the sentence so everybody heard him, then everybody laughed.

"We, on the contrary, care about your health old man so don't complain," said Loris, another waiter.

"Yo Loris," started Vic finally out of her beauty sleep, "can we talk about all the cigs you smoking? We should have another big conversation about how your ass will burn with these things."

"My ass will be cooked perfectly just waiting to be eat hon'," he said laughing.

This was her day, joking around before the opening. Her coworkers became her family.

Today was a chill day, clients were calm and all, no problem happen.

Yet.

Nothing happen before these guys came into the diner. 'They look freaking weird' she said to herself. They were four, a guy with a trench coat (like who still wear that?) giving his soul with his eyes to the guy who look a squirrel. Actually, they were giving each other heart eyes but seemed deep in Narnia. Then there was the giant one and goddamn it he was tall as hell. Probably Eiffel tower height.

How did he even walk correctly and the hair! Was he doing an ad for L'Oréal or what? Well, the giant one was in front of a young guy, looking like the trench coat guy. Seems lost, like a kid.

Did they kidnap him?

"Rose! I'm tired of screaming your name all the time," Mitch, who was right next to her, screamed laughing, "go ask these guys what they want lil' girl."

"I'LL GO!" She screamed back in his ears walking to the weird team. "Hey guys! What can I get you?"

"What is the most delicious and greasy thing you have?" The squirrel asked. She laughed while the giant one just rolls his eyes.

"The Mr. and Mrs. Is the biggest and greasy thing I eat here and it makes regret it the day after. But hell, it's always worth it."

"Yep," Vic spoke staying next to me, the smile on her face becoming bigger showing all her teeth and she got so many. "Big, delicious and mouth orgasming. You'll feel it all over your body, trust me I know."

Was she flirting with the squirrel? He is way too in love wi-

"Well, I'll take it then," he says winking at her with a smirk.

Not so in love I think. Or just too much in the closet. That done, she wrote down his command and went for the others while Vic went to tell Dolby, the cook, what she needed.

"Soooo, what about the others?"

"Egg and bacon," said the giant one, "with water."

"Nothing for me." The trench coat.

The last one seemed to search very deeply, what he wanted to choose. Rose feet were hurting her in these damn shoes. Too small for her feet but what could she say when it was calling for her, screaming her name for her to come and buy them.

But right now, she regretted it more than anything, how something so pure and beautiful could be so evil. The fact that the young one seemed to be searching excessively long did not help at all, even if he was cute when he was concentrating.

"Ooooookay, he'll take egg and bacon," the savor, who was the giant one, cut the whole thing.

She nodded then went to Dolby while she saw Vic adjusting her clothes, opening the first button of her tight shirt then going to serve the squirrel. Rose thought that she should probably tell her that he was not that type of guy but then she thought about how he reacted to her poor attempt of flirting then let it go. She sat at the bar checking her text.

Tara

Hey booboo, your still in work or?

11.17AM

She loved that woman but she hated her grammatical errors.

Rosie

You're* and yup still. What about you?

11.26AM

Tara

Shut up, just finished some stuff, about to go to you. Need some burger with a lot of bacon asap

11.28AM

Rosie

It'll be waiting for you. Love ya xx

11.28AM

Tara

Same here xx

11.29AM

She put her phone into her apron pocket and took the plates, sighing when she knew rush hour was about to come. She walked toward the team giving them their plates.

"So 2 eggs and bacons for the two of you and hot sauce for the guy here," she gave the hot sauce to the squirrel, "'m sorry she forgot it."

They nodded and started to eat. They really really freaking really looked weird and she was pretty sure she saw a blade in the giant one coat but maybe eyes were becoming tired. Anyways, she waited for Tara and not long after she saw the old red mustang parking and her best friend coming into the diner hugging her closely.

"I don't know how that old car is still rolling."

"My baby is tough, she's the strongest person I've ever see in my life," Tara answered, her car was her life literally, she was taking care of that car more than herself sometimes. "You done? 'm taking the food home."

"Just wait until this table is done then I'm all yours."

She was about to tell Mitch that she was done then something inside her twist. Maybe her instinct but she grabbed Tara and thrown her down, using her body as a shield against whatever that happened. Probably an explosion, her head was tripping, she heard gunshot, then a big light in the dinner but her head was too dizzy to focus, she tried to see if Tara was good. Her face was covered in blood, same for her arm then nothing.

TV was on, probably SpongeBob because she knew every episodes of this show. The smells were horrendous so it was a hospital. She was in a hospital. What the hell was she doing in a hospital, trying to move was difficult because every part of her body hurt even some parts she didn't knew exist were hurting her.

The first things she saw was white, too bright, too white and too clean. There was a face smiling at her, face she recognized as Tara's. She tried to smile back but her lips was drier than the Brennan bald ass instead she attempted to move but Tara stopped her.

"Hey easy booboo, you take some good shot here."

Rose wetted her lips, her mouth felt weird, disgusting just like hospital. Like death.

"Stop being overdramatic about the hospital, it's not death," Tara laughed slightly.

"Ho… How?"

"I know you better than you do sometimes, how do you feel?"

She adjusted herself in the bed.

"Like 2 trucks went over me then a train came and end the job." She responded scanning the room, there was indeed SpongeBob on the TV and men in front of her, men in suit. Black suit and sexy suit. Weren't the guys from the dinner? Tara saw Rose confusion about the two men standing and watching her like a mouse in a laboratory.

"Booboo, these men are the FBI and they want to ask you some questions if you want."

She nodded quietly. She knew something were weird with these guys but FBI, definitely not what she excepted.

"Hi Rose I assume," said the giant one, Rose nodded, "I'm agent Smith and this is agent Wesson," he continued pointing the squirrel. "We want to ask you some questions about the attack at the diner."

She nodded again.

"What do you remember?" asked agent Wesson.

"Not much, I was about to tell my boss that I was going with Tara then… then… I don't know I felt something coming so I pulled Tara away, then nothing much after that." Rose answered. "By the way, Tara your face was full of blood and… and… how?"

"How what?" She answered not sure.

"How did all the blah on your face is gone, it looks like nothing happened."

Tara looked at the agents then at Rose.

"You protected me, which is by the way the last time you do such a stupid thing, you were the one who was damaged booboo."

Rose was sure and certain that Tara's face was disfigure but she did not remembered a lot so she let that go. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks. Still, she was curious about what could have happened.

"Do you know what happened?" Rose asked.

"An attack, we're working on these missing people in town, did you hear about it Rose?" Asked agent Smith.

"Yeah, they're talking about it at school, apparently some guys were going in and out the old house, at the end of the street right next to the dinner. A haunted house or something."

They seems interested, the three looked at each other then at Rose.

"Which one?" Asked Wesson.

"Pink with an angel on the porch, you cannot miss it, it's the only old house around."

"Thank you, we'll let you rest now," said agent Smith.

She didn't hear about them after that. C'mon agent Smith and Wesson, were they that obvious? Why not agent Beyoncé and Jay-z?

Months after that, life was still the same nothing more or nothing less. Tara was in one of her many traveling, so Rose was mostly alone at home but she liked it. She loved chilling on her big comfy couch while watching TV, with some shows or Marvel movies. She loooooooved Marvel since the day Tara bought her, her first comic book as a birthday gift, it was almost 5 years ago. She was 18 years old and it was her first gift. She still had it, cherished it since this day. Since her seventeen, she lived alone, ran away from abusive parents and found that beautiful woman who helped her and raised her up when everything was down. She owed Tara her actual life even if she was working in a little diner, struggling with school, she had never been happier than right now.

Today was Mitch's birthday surprise. The regular customer knew about it, so they were acting differently on purpose. The old lady, Mrs. Marks, was upset about everything, complaining all the time so Mitch would take care of her, living the employees to plan the surprise. Dolby did an amazing cake who was in the fridge, Vic took care of ours and Mitch's clothes, Loris make sure that Mitch was away during the preparation.

"Goddamn! Where is Rose? Or Vic?"

"Calm down Mitchie, Loris is in the place why don't you go and see what Mrs. Marks needs huh?"

He shook his head, refusing to go again and hear about how stupid those teenagers, being taller and provocative than ever.

"No, hell to the no, I love her but not today," he began then whispering the last part, "I just want slit her throat and burn her at the moment, go with her and I'll see the new one."

Loris laughed, it was amusing to see how the charming and loveable Mitch could be when things get out of his control. Loris went to Mrs. Marks thanking her then went to see how things were going in the kitchen with the girls and Dolby.

"Yo! Is everything ready 'cause Mitchie is about to freak out and kill everybody."

"Yup, almost done," said Rose, "go and change 'm gonna shut down the power."

They all nodded, so she did it and called for Mitch to see what was happening, he was almost relieved to get away from the constant stress and check everything making sure it was alright but he and Rose came back, there was no light in the dinner just a little bit the cake's candle then everybody screamed.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MITCHELL!"

Rose had barely seen Mitch crying and it was one these moments she would forever keep.

The party was good, they were so many gift it took him 1 hour to open them all, from the customers, the employees, his kids and even ex-wives, same for his family. Mitch was someone you could not not love. He was like that and Rose liked it this way.

After the cleaning, Loris dropped her at the nearest bus station so she could take a bus and go straight home. It was late and very dark and that part of the city was not full of light. She took her phone out and used the lamp torch to see through her way home.

Everything was fine until the view of a body sitting on the ground hit her, her first reflex was to run to him and saw what is happening because he seemed hurt. The truth, he was full of blood and there was a cut on his lips. She tried to wake the guy up but he was totally down.

So she shook him a little bit, trying to have a reaction from him, he opened his eyes, looking at Rose. She tried to make him stand up but it was hard since he was about to collapse.

"Damn!" She cursed and put him on his feet nevertheless. "Yeah, that's it hold onto me big guy. 'm taking you to my house. Do you understand?"

He nodded so at least he was still conscious. She held him through the way his arms around her shoulders while she was holding him from behind, going upstairs slowly until they made it to her door where she tried her best and opened it taking him directly to her room so he could sleep on the bed. She closed the door and locked it twice just to be sure then ran to her bathroom taking all the meds care she got. She put some alcohol on a compress, cleaning his head and his lips.

The guy was beautiful, soft pink lips, beautiful features. Looking like an angel.

But she didn't stop, she kept searching for other marks or cut but his clothes full of blood did not help at all so she tried to find something that could fit him. And there was her ex-boyfriend's clothes who can fit him so trying her best to not look, Rose undressed him, cleaning the bruises every time she found some, and put the fresh cleaned clothes on him.

After putting the bloody clothes in the washing machine, she put the covers on him and turned on the heater so that he will not be cold before closing the door to let him sleep.

Sitting on the couch, she started questioning herself. First of all, what the actual fuck? What will happen if the boy was a killer or something like that? However, a killer would not possibly be in that state huh? He would've been the one putting someone in that way so no, well she hoped no.

Trying to keep her mind out of this, she started working on her school project. Doing research and writing down everything that seemed important in no order, after she will put all the ideas and information in order.

When she looked at the watch, it says 02:54 AM.

She scratched her eyes not being sure of what she was watching.

And indeed it was not 02:54 AM but 06:24 AM, it was worse so she stopped everything and let her body fall on the couch and slept.