Hey guys, Kit here. I had a free period in Band Class, and I was like what the heck, lets post this story that I wrote earlier. So, this is a set up for a story that is to come, so lets get started!
Pictures of the outfits are on (www,pinterest,com/Kitwarrior24/fanfiction-stuff/) just make the commas into periods.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural! Only Amelia and the human names of the Angels.
Sam sighed and leaned back against the hood of the Impala, a can of beer sat, unopened, next to him. A soft wind blew across the empty field in front of him, rustling the dried grass and bare trees.
"Hey there Sammy. Looking at the scenery?" A voice came from behind him. He turned,
"No Dean. Just waiting for you to get back. I found a case." Dean grabbed the can and popped the top. Taking a sip, he leaned back next to Sam.
"So what is it?" Sam shrugged, pulling another can from the cooler at his feet, opening it as he stood back up.
"Not really sure. But I think it has something to do with Kevin." Dean looked up at that,
"Why? Kevin come to you in a dream or something?" Dean laughed and took a sip of his beer.
"No. I was on a school site and I came across something odd." Sam grabbed his laptop and pulled up the page, handing it to Dean. A PDF file was open, displaying an essay written by a freshman at Starling High School. Dean read through the paper and looked up, shocked.
"But this is our life! Only Chuck could do that, and he went missing and is presumed dead!" Sam nodded,
"I know man. This paper was written the day after Kevin died."
"You think we've got ourselves another prophet?" Sam shrugged,
'I don't know. But, its worth checking out, you think?"
"Yeah. Let's check out Starling, Massachusetts."
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Sam and Dean stood on the porch of an off-white house in the suburbs of Starling. Dean knocked on the door and stepped back to Sam. An few moments later, a shirt girl with slightly wavy red hair that reached the small of her back answered the door. She was wearing a navy blue plaid skirt with a white button-up shirt tucked into it with a black string tie around the neck. A grey vest with a crest that read 'Starling High School' was pulled over top. She wore a pair of black dress shoes with knee length navy blue socks and the front part of her hair was pulled back and braided over the rest of her hair. She looked up at the two taller men,
"Can I help you?"
"FBI. I'm Agent Plank and the is is my partner, Agent Mobley. Are you Amelia Celestial?"
"Yes. Are you sure you are FBI agents? You don't look like it."
"Well, miss, we are Federal Agents." Dean flashed his badge and Sam followed suit. "May we come in?"
"Sure." She stepped aside and they entered the house. "The living room is right through there." Sam sat on a chair and Dean sat on the couch. Amelia came in and sat on a foot rest across from the couch. Papers were strewn across the table and a black and purple striped backpack sat open next to it.
"Sorry about the mess. I was doing homework. School only got out an hour ago."
"Are your parents home?" Sam asked and Amelia looked down.
"No. My mom died when I was little and my dad left a long time ago."
"So you live here all alone? I'm afraid that isn't legal."
"Oh no, I live with my brothers and my cousin."
"Brothers. How many do you have?" Dean asked, shocked.
"Five and my cousin makes six."
"Where are they?" Sam asked.
"Well, my legal guardian is Gabriel, he's at work right now. He delivers mail."
"How old is he?"
"21. He's my second youngest brother. My oldest brother, Michael, and my second oldest brother, Luke are serving in the war right now with my third oldest brother Ralph. Their tour ends next week. My twin brother, Jimmy, is at the store down the street with my cousin Brandon. We're all 15 and in all the same classes in school. They should be home soon."
"We can wait until they get back, if that makes you feel better."
"No that's okay. Can I get you some tea or coffee?"
"No thanks." Sam said and Dean nodded.
"Okay. I'll be right back, I need to change out of my uniform. Amelia said before disappearing up some stairs. Sam turned to Dean.
"Any EMF?" Dean shook his head, slipping the detector into his pocket,
"None. She seems like a perfectly normal kid. I don't understand it." Sam pulled a notebook out of the girl's bag. It was labeled 'Secret: Please Do Not Read' and covered in weird symbols.
"Hey Dean. Do these symbols look Enochian to you?"
"Now that you mention it. Yeah."
"Maybe this is who we are looking for." There was some clattering on the stairs and Sam shoved the notebook back into the bag as Amelia appeared. She was now wearing black skinny jeans and a purple striped shirt with a black undershirt. She wore black heeled boots and an owl necklace around her neck. Her hair was brushed and fell around her shoulders.
"Thanks for waiting. What can I help you with?" At this moment, the door opened and two boys came in carrying two grocery bags each. One was brown-haired and wore a grey v-neck and black jeans. He had a black jacket on and a mischievous look on his face. The other boy was wearing a white button down shirt tucked into white dress pants. Around his neck was a half undone blue tie and he wore a tan trench coat. Dean looked at him shocked as he brushed dark hair out of his startling blue eyes.
"Cas?" Dean whispered, and Sam looked up,
"What are you talking abo-? Cas?" The little boy looked confused at the two men staring at him.
"What are you talking about? My name is Jimmy."Dean looked over at Amelia, her eyes wide.
"Hi Jimmy. Brandon did you get my candy?"
"Yeah. Hershey's, Reese's and Junior Mints. I know what you like."
"Thanks. Gabriel called while you were gone, he will be home in an hour and he's bringing dinner. I don't know what though." She turned to Jimmy, "Make sure you do your homework, I have to talk to the FBI." She said this like it was the most normal thing in the world. Jimmy nodded and went into the kitchen, Brandon followed after handing the smaller bag to Amelia. She looked at it questioningly.
"Another notebook, a new pack of pens, a binder and some pencil lead." She nodded and smiled.
"Thanks." She came back into the living room and sat herself back onto the footrest. "Sorry about that. So, what can I help you with?"
"That essay that you wrote for the contest. Where did you get the inspiration?" Amelia looked confused,
"My story was FBI questionable? I just had a dream about it and thought it sounded cool." Sam shared a knowing look with Dean and was about to say something when a tune (1) began to play. Amelia fished around in her bag and pulled out an I-Phone with a black case. Dean noticed there was a galaxy pattern with two white jeweled wings on the back of the case.
"Hey Sam. Check out the case." Sam looked closer.
"Yeah, and there are some faint Enochian symbols in the background." Amelia slid her finger across the screen and held it up to her ear.
"Hey Gabriel. Umm one sec." Amelia ran over to the foot of the stairs and yelled up. "Jimmy! Brandon! Do you want cheese pizza with pepperoni, mushrooms and olives?" A faint 'yeah' came back. "Yes. Okay, see you then. Bye." She hung up and came back over. "Sorry about that. You are welcome to stay for dinner. If you want that is."
"We'd love to. Thank you." Sam said, elbowing Dean in the ribs. Dean muttered to himself and rubbed his sore side.
"I need to get the table set, and Gabriel will be home any moment. Please make yourselves comfortable." At this, she went back to the kitchen and they heard clanging. Dean turned to Sam,
"I think she is the one. The dreams and stuff, it makes sense. That's what happened with Chuck." Sam said, sitting back in his chair.
"Yeah. But Sam, that Jimmy looks like a mini Cas, and Brandon reminds me of Balthazar, especially the v-neck."
"Maybe Amelia told them about her dreams, both of them could have thought they were cool and got their outfits, or something."
"Could be, but man is it weird. And isn't Cas' vessel called Jimmy or something?"
"Yeah. I think so." Dean leaned back and ran his hand through his hair. he looked up at a noise, like a car pulling into a driveway. Two sets of feet pounded down the stairs, and Brandon pulled the door open.
"Gabe!" Jimmy said, reaching up his arms to wrap the older boy in a hug.
"Hey buddy. How was school?" Amelia came out of the kitchen and whispered in his ear. He glanced at her and she nodded. Sam stood up,
"Are you Gabriel?" The man turned around and they found themselves staring into the face of their favorite Trickster.
"Hello Sam. Dean. It's been a while."
(1) O Death or Carry On My Wayward Son, I haven't decided.
And thats a wrap. This story will lead into a random one-shot I thought of. So, just a heads up on that. Anyway, pictures are on my Pinterest, the link is in the top Author's Note, just make the commas periods and you are good to go. I think that is all, Ciao for now!
Question of the Week:
Who are Amelia's brothers and cousin? (Angel names of course and the first correct answer gets cookies and can suggest an idea for a one-shot. I'll let everyone know who that is next chapter.)
