Cast my wings off-
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Author's note: This story will be sticking to the show's basic plotlines, but could also be considered alternate universe.
Chapter 1-
"Come on man! We've been sitting here for a month now! No strange disappearances, no mysterious sightings, not even a word from Crowley!" Dean ranted, throwing his arms out and flopping onto the couch. Sam and Dean had been staying with Bobby ever since things slowed down. Sam, who was sitting at the table eating a salad, privately agreed with Dean. Bobby, who was sitting next to Sam, raised an eyebrow.
"Let me get this straight," Bobby said, smirking a bit. "You want Crowley to appear?" he asked, shaking his head a bit.
"At this point, yes. Because then I'd have something to do," Dean answered, scowling at the couch like it had personally wronged him.
"But when Crowley appears, that usually means bad stuff," Sam said without thinking. A second later he realized what he said. "Oh…Ok, I got it."
Dean snorted and then sighed. He had been bored when a week went by with nothing to do. Now, a month later, he was becoming unbearable. He usually went to bars in neighboring towns and visited, sometimes picking up random women and took them to a nearby hotel. Today, he had decided to stay home.
Sam had watched as Dean sunk lower and lower into his personal depression. He watched as Dean tried praying to Cass at first, but getting no answer. He even watched as Dean had tried praying to other angels, even some that Dean hated beyond reason like Gabriel. He had gotten no answer from anyone. After three days, Dean had given up and sulked around, driving Sam and Bobby up the wall.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash in the kitchen. The three hunters looked at each other, then hopped into action. Bobby and Dean grabbed rifles loaded with rock salt and Sam grabbed his knife. They cautiously entered the kitchen only to find someone they knew.
Cass was lying on the floor, holding his hands over his eyes. His clothes were torn and he had numerous burns and scratches all over his skin. He was groaning softly and a bruise was forming from where he hit the table, which was knocked over resulting in the crash they had heard.
"Cass?" Dean asked, his voice weary.
"Dean…light…hurts…" Cass's voice was soft and hoarse.
Dean looked over to Sam and Bobby. "Let's get him into a room with no light," he said. Sam and Bobby nodded and all three stooped to help Cass. The angel groaned a bit louder as they shifted him, but didn't struggle. Sam ended up carrying Cass to Bobby's bedroom, the closest room with no windows. Sam gently laid the angel on the bed and stepped back.
"Where does it hurt, Cass?" Dean asked, shifting into mother hen mode. Sam would of asked what happened first, but Dean was worried about some of the scratches and burns.
"Nowhere…on me…not…my pain…" Cass panted. Dean looked questioningly at Sam, who shrugged.
"Uh, what do you mean?" Sam asked. Cass seemed to be doing a bit better as he adjusted to the dark room. He was able to take a deep breath and answer in a full sentence.
"It is not my pain that I am experiencing. It is Jimmy's. Something is wrong with him and I can feel every ounce of pain he is in. I tried to exit his body to heal him, but something is keeping me here," Cass explained.
"Jimmy? Your vessel?" Dean asked, confused. Cass nodded. "How could something happen to him? Aren't you in control or something?"
"Yes. But I had started to feel twinges of pain about a month ago. I ignored it, as I knew I could not feel pain. But then it started getting worse. These burns appeared first, then the scratches. I tried to come here, to you guys, but I couldn't. My powers aren't working. I would end up thousands of miles from my destination and just now, I slipped and landed on the table. I had never slipped before." Cass slowly removed his hands from his eyes and the hunters saw the bruising around his eyes, as if he had not slept in a week. But angels couldn't sleep.
"Right. Well, let us talk this over and see what we can do. You lay there and rest," Dean ordered. He motioned to the other two and left the room. Sam and Bobby followed, softly closing the door.
"Well…it looks like you got your wish, Dean," Sam said.
"Shut up. We need to find out what's happening to Jimmy and try to help them." Dean was already going through his mental list of sources to try.
"Alright, who's doing what?" Bobby asked.
"Sam, research. Bobby, see if any other hunters had dealt with this kind of problem. I will try to see if I can't heal those wounds," Dean ticked off the list they needed to do on his fingers. Sam and Bobby nodded. Bobby left to go call up other hunters.
Sam walked out, mumbling mostly to himself, "Those burns remind me of Lucifer."
"Wait!" Dean lunged forward and grabbed Sam's shoulder. "What do you mean?"
Sam turned around and explained. "Those burns. Remember when Lucifer was trying to come after my body? His own vessel had large burns and scratches on it. He had said it was because Nick couldn't handle an angel latching onto his soul. What if Jimmy's the same way? It would also make sense that it's just happening now because, no offense, Lucifer is much more powerful than Cass."
Dean rubbed his chin, thoughtful. Sam had a point there. "Ok, new plan. Look up any info on souls and angels."
Sam nodded and left the room to start up his laptop. Dean went back in the room to tend to Cass's injuries.
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Sam sat down at the table he had been sitting in and dragged his laptop towards him, his salad lying forgotten. He had just started it up when he heard a soft pop behind him. Whirling around, Sam went speechless at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She had long brown hair and bright green eyes. Her skin was almost golden, her pink lips shining against it. She was dressed in a soft blue tube top and a darker blue skirt held up with a golden rope. Her feet were incased in sandals and Sam saw that her toenails were painted pink to match her fingers.
"Well, don't be rude, Sam. Introduce yourself," she said, smirking. Her voice was soft and musical. It took Sam a moment to answer.
"Y-You know me?" He asked.
"Yes. However, you don't know me, so it's polite to introduce yourself," she said, giggling and walking over. She scooted around Sam and hopped up onto the desk, seating herself next to Sam's laptop.
"Uh, I'm Sam Winchester," he said, watching her every move. She didn't seem like a demon, but you could never really tell.
"I know." She smiled. "Here's the fun part. You get to guess who I am. I will give you three clues, but that's it," she warned. Sam nodded. "Ok, first clue: I come from a faraway country. Second clue: I was born from the sea."
Sam waited for the third clue. When she kept silent, he asked, "And the third clue?"
"The last one will give me away, so try to figure it out. If you can't answer it, I'll reveal the third clue," she said, grinning. "I can say this though: I am painted with blonde hair and blue eyes."
Sam nodded, trying to figure out her clues. A faraway country could be anywhere, but there weren't many things born from the sea. His mind raced through all the legends and myths he's ever known. Born from the sea and painted with blonde hair and blue eyes…He couldn't figure it out.
She sighed. "I can tell you aren't going to get it. All right, here's the third clue. I am the creator of the cupids."
Sam's minds immediately jumped to the cupid race. Who was their creator? Then, suddenly, he got it.
"You're Aphrodite, aren't you?" Sam asked. She giggled again.
"You're smart. Yep, the one and only goddess of love, that's me. Born from the foam of the sea where my father's genitals were thrown. And for some reason, people insist on making me blonde." She made a face. "Isn't my tawny hair and emerald eyes enough for everyone?" she asked, her voice sullen.
Sam didn't know how to answer that, so he asked, "Why are you here?"
She looked at him, smiling still. "I am here to help!" she said, squealing a bit. She seemed more like a six-year-old than a goddess.
"Help?" Sam asked. She rolled her eyes.
"Yes, help. I am here on an important mission," she tried sounding stern, but ruined it by giggling at the end.
"What mission?"
"Boy, you ask a lot." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'd say figure it out, but it took you so long to figure out who I am, we'd be sitting here all day."
Sam scowled. "It's not my fault. I haven't brushed up on my Greek myths in a while."
"It shows. Anyways, I'm here because something big is going to happen and none of my sons are up for the job. So, naturally, I get to do it. I usually don't leave my little paradise on Olympus, but for this? So worth it." She uncrossed her arms and leaned back.
"What's going to happen?"
"Ah, can't reveal that. Sorry, but it goes against my own rules. If I reveal it before it happens, it can't happen. I made that rule because some of my sons were meddling idiots, but I guess now it's biting me in the butt." She shrugged.
"Ok…" Sam was still unsure if he liked her or not. She seemed bubbly, energetic, and sweet, but she was also a powerful goddess.
"Anyways, there is something I can do. I can personally enter the lives of which I'm here for. Normally, I have my sons stay in the background, but I will be in the center. Meaning, I'm like your new guest." She grinned widely at Sam.
"Uh, not to be rude, but our friend is here and he's not feeling well." Sam said. She nodded.
"Oh, I know all about your friend. I know everything that's been going on. For example, Dean is cleaning Castiel's cuts, Bobby is on the phone with Rufus, and Gabriel will appear in thirty seconds demanding to see Castiel," she said.
"What?"
Just then, Sam heard the fluttering of wings and Gabriel did appear. "Where's Cass? I want to see him." The archangel said, striding over to Sam, seeming to ignore Aphrodite.
"Dean's taking care of him right now," Sam said, trying not to breath in Gabe's cologne. It wasn't overpowering, but Sam rather liked the smell of it and didn't want it to show.
"Do you think I care what Dean-O does? Look, I need Cass now. Father wants him." Gabriel then noticed the goddess and stepped back. "What are you doing here?" he asked, sounding confused. "Father gave an order."
"Please. It's not like I'm here to wreak havoc. Your sweet daddy gave an order to those who didn't contribute to human life. I contribute, therefore I am safe." She stuck her tongue out at Gabe, who scowled at her but turned his attention back to Sam.
"I need Cass. Father wants to see him now."
Sam nodded and motioned for Gabe to go back into Bobby's room. Aphrodite hopped off the desk and followed, winking at Sam. Sam decided he didn't want to miss this and followed them both.
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Dean had just gotten done bandaging Cass's wounds, when the door opened. Dean looked up and saw Gabriel, Sam, and a strange woman enter the room. Cass, who had been grimacing in pain, struggled to sit up.
"What is going on?" Dean asked, standing and shifting over so that he stood between Cass and the small group entering.
"Long story short, Gabe needs Cass because their father wants him and this is Aphrodite, goddess of love. She's going to be staying with us for a bit," Sam said, introducing the strange woman.
"I thought Aphrodite was blonde?" Dean said, confused. The woman scowled, but said nothing.
"Not the point. Look, Dean-O, I need Cass. It's really important, so please don't mess around," Gabe said, looking stern for once. Dean, not used to it, nodded and stepped aside. Gabe strode forwards and clasped Cass on the shoulder, blinking them out in a second.
When they were gone, Dean turned back to the woman. "So, going to be here for long?" he asked, smiling at her.
She scoffed. "Please. So not interested. And yes, I will be here for as long as it takes."
"Long as what takes?"
She huffed now. "Geez, you two are like the Question brothers. I really can't say, but worry, it's not going to kill you. Strictly speaking, I am not allowed to kill humans. If I do, I get sent back to Olympus."
Sam turned to her. "That reminds me. What did Gabe mean by his father gave an order?"
"Gabe?" Dean asked, his voice incredulous. He was ignored though.
"Big guy upstairs, and I'm not talking Zeus, gave an order when he got back. It stated that all creatures that don't contribute to everyday life must stay in their respectful places. Meaning, all demons, witches, and so on are in their homes. They can come out, but if they cause trouble they are sent back. I contribute, because I create love. Life needs that. But some, like Ares, are kept in Olympus because they are considered too dangerous. All Ares would do is try to start more wars. But people like me, Poseidon, Hades, Zeus, and Hermes have jobs to do." She explained.
"Why would God want to intervene now?" Dean asked.
Aphrodite shrugged. "My guess is that he got tired of both sides complaining. And with Lucifer prisoned, I'm guessing that now just seemed like a good time."
"Well, do you know why he needed Cass?" Sam asked. She shook her head.
"Your guess is as good as mine," she said, her voice somber for the first time since she appeared.
