WOO HOO! Supernatural is now my addiction. I kind of come and go with things I'm in love with, but eventually I get back around to updating other stuff I've written. Now, that being said, this fic has alot of Castiel and Dean and Sam. But mostly Castiel. lol ANYWAYS
I do not own Supernatural nor the characters from the show. I'd be rich if I did, but I do not. The only thing I own is my creative license and the OC that is going to be in this story.
And let it begin...
The cool rain had finally subsided in Tennessee. As they reached the state line and entered into Mississippi, Dean was awoken to the sound of his phone ringing. Realizing the time, Sam had been driving for 6 hours straight. "Who is it, Dean?" The older Winchester looked at his phone and read 'Bobby' across the caller id. "Just Bobby. Pull over, I'll drive." Sam pulled the Impala to the side of the road and Dean hopped out, answering his call. "Hey Bobby. What's up?" Sam got out and stretched his back, walking over to the passenger side of the car. "So, you want us to go to New Orleans, find some girl and exorcise her?" Sam's eyebrow cocked up at Dean who was shrugging his shoulders back at his brother. "Alright. We'll call you when we get there." He flipped the phone shut and got behind the wheel of his beloved baby, Sam sliding into the passenger seat. "What was all that about?"
"Well, Bobby said there's a possession in New Orleans that he wants us on." He started the engine when Sam spoke again. "Why us?" Dean sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I don't know, dude. But he sounded pretty adamant that we take this case." He put the car into drive and got back on the road, heading south. Just as the sun was coming up at 6:43, Dean heard his stomach growl loudly. They were just about to head into Louisiana. "Dean.." Startled, Dean looked back and saw the familiar trench coat and black hair of the angel that had been assigned to him. He swerved slightly, but was able to regain control. "Jesus, Cass. What have I told you about sneaking up on me?" He tried to calm down and ignore his empty stomach. "I'm sorry, Dean. I was simply curious. There aren't many more seals left, but you've decided to take a trip to New Orleans. What's there?" He stole a glance at him, then went back to the road. "Demonic possession. Bobby asked us to go check it out. But I know you're not interested in my road trip, Cass. So what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to ask you a favor. Don't kill the girl. Torture the demon as much as is required, but go to whatever means you need to not kill the girl. She is vital. Return her to Bobby's house." Sam was still sound asleep, impervious to Dean's rising voice. "Vital? Vital to what?" He glanced and saw that Castiel was gone. He sighed and smacked his brother on the arm, attempting to wake him. "Sam, you hungry? Sam...damn it, man. Wake up." Sam cleared his throat and leaned back on the seat. "I could eat." A small diner came in to view 10 minutes later, and the boys stopped to eat. "So, why is this girl vital?" Dean raised his eyebrows and sat back on the vinyl plastic bench. "You got me. That's just what Cass said. Let's go, we've got a little while yet to New Orleans."
A small Bed and Breakfast would have to do. They couldn't find many actual hotels in the downtown of New Orleans. After they ate, they wandered around, finally asking a local. "Excuse me, where could my brother and I find the French Quarter?" The cajun man broke into hysterical laughter. "Ma boy, youse in da Quater." He then walked off, shaking his head. A wooden sign read 'Benoît', but Dean could tell, it was a bar. They walked inside, seeing no customers or bar tenders, and sat down at the bar. Dean turned to Sam, being quiet with his words. "This is pretty off, isn't it? The most tour-isty party of New Orleans, and there's just...nobody home?" Sam looked wearily around the bar, not a soul in sight. "I don't know, Dean. Maybe they were supposed to be closed and just didn't lock the door."
"Or, maybe we only accept certain clientele and you aren't included." An older black woman approached them, resting her arms on the bar and leaning forward. "Hunters are not welcome in this place. Dark shadows follow you all. Why d' ya think youse never hear of hunting trips to N' Ohlans?" Her accent was thick, and very difficult for Sam and Dean to make out. Dean pulled out his cell phone and opened a text from Bobby. "Do you know a woman by the name of Haleigh Raine?" The woman's eyes grew large, then back to normal. She slowly shook her head from side to side. "She don'ta like people talkin. Bout close as I can git ya, is the bayou. She gotta shack where she stay. Boys, Mama Lowe gon' warn ya now. That girl, know hoodoo the likes of Marie Laveau knowd voodoo. She powerful. 'Course, that if you believe in it." Sam and Dean nodded their heads as the woman stood back up. "Wait here." She disappeared for 20 minutes and they had contemplated leaving, when she returned. "There a different in voodoo and hoodoo. Hoodoo, like da girl do, used for evils. Voodoo, like I do, used for good. Mama Lowe like ya. Conjured the both o' ya protective hex bags. Keep ya safe." Dean pulled out his wallet and began to pull out some cash to hand to her. She took steps backwards. "Put da money away. Anoder rule of voodoo. Ya never can charge for your conjurins. It got to come from da heart. I wish youse da best. But don come back." She handed the two the bags, and rushed them out the door.
Sam and Dean stood on the sidewalk outside as locks clicked and the shutters were drawn at Benoît's. "To the bayou we go, Sammy." Dean stuffed the bag into his pocket and strolled the rest of the way back to the Impala. The boys drove, the smells, sights, and sounds of the big city faded into spanish moss draped trees, bird calls, and quieter surroundings. They followed the map, to what they thought was exactly the middle of the bayou, only to be on the outskirts of it. They stopped the car and got out, hearing water trickling nearby, crickets chirping, and the occasional frog. "Dean we are so lost. There's miles and miles of bayou in Louisiana, how will we know when we've found her?" The crickets and frogs stopped making noises. Only the trickle of the water was left. "Sam, grab the Holy Water, the salt, and any gun." As Sam opened the trunk and began gathering his items, Dean checked to make sure he had the things he wanted. They hiked for 45 minutes before coming upon a ramshackle cabin. Dean gave an unsettled look to his brother and drew his gun as they climbed the few steps to the porch of the wooden place. A dead alligator laid across the end of the porch on its back. Dean nodded his head, Sam following suit, and they charged inside. There were candles lit all around, giving an eerie glow to the room. "Sam, watch the door." Dean whispered, afraid if there was someone near by, they would hear. As his brother stuck his head out the door, Dean quickly finger painted a Devil's Trap on the ceiling of the one room. He closed the lid and returned the paint to his pocket just as the both of them heard footsteps. Sam returned inside, closing the door, and hid behind a couch and Dean behind the chairs.
A young woman with dark hair opened the door and walked inside. She set a bag on the couch and sighed. "I know you're here, Winchesters. No use trying to hide. You carry a stench." Dean stood up and the girl's eyes went black. "Dean. So nice to see you. We haven't formally met, really." She walked a couple inches towards him, inside his head, he begged her to take a few more steps. "I was one of the souls you tortured in Hell. I was a human, you got me up on that table, and I stayed until you disappeared. Then Alastair came to me. Asked me where you had gone. I said I didn't know. So he offered me your position. And of course, I took it. Then, after oh, about, pfff...80 years..he came to me again. Asked me if I wanted to return to Earth. Made me a demon soldier. Couldn't pass up the opportunity." She charged at him, but was jerked to a stop like a dog on a leash. Dean chuckled and Sam joined his side. "Well, that's a perk of being a soldier. You're just as immune to our tricks as everyone else." Sam poured a handful of salt and threw it onto the younger woman, a painful scream emerging from her throat.
"What's wrong? You watching your sodium?" Dean poured a cup full of holy water and splashed it onto the girl, leaving welts, scars, and more screams. Dean watched as Sam threw more salt, then water, and he pulled out his book, opening it.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio, infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare."
The demon shuttered and jerked a couple of times. "You know that won't work on me. It's an obvious failure already!" Dean paid no attention and chanted on.
"Vade, Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt."
"Dean, your Latin is...terrible." Sam could tell the demon was wearing thin with this. He continued alternating salt and holy water with no breaks for recuperation.
"Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi faci-" The black smoke poured from the girl's mouth and down through the floor. Sam gathers the things and rushes them back to the car. He hopped behind the wheel and starts it up, driving it closer to the cabin. "Sam, grab the back door, she hasn't woken up yet, but we need to get her out of here and get back on the road." Dean picked her up, cradling her behind her head with one arm and behind her knees with the other, and slowly descended the stairs. Sam opened the back door of the Impala and went to the other side, taking her head and helping Dean lay her out in the back seat. Sam shut his door and walked over to Dean. "Dean, don't let what the demon said-" Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder. "I'm fine, Sam."
"Good work, Dean, Sam." The two boys looked up to see Castiel standing before them. "Cass, look man, I get you wanted us to save her, but I just have one question. Why is she so vital?" Dean refused to relax. "You're really great at handing Sam and me shady tales, but you never explain anything to us. And I'm getting pretty damn sick of it. So I'm going to hold you to this one. Why is this girl, some random bayou swamp rat, so goddamned important?" Castiel took a step closer to Dean and barely whispered to him, words Sam couldn't even make out. "Does that satisfy your curiosity?" Dean nodded and leaned against the Impala, crossing his arms. "Good. Then get her to Bobby's." In an instant, Castiel was gone. After they reached the highway, Sam turned on the radio and leaned closer to Dean. "You haven't said anything since Cass left. What could he have possibly said to make you speechless?"
"Her last name is Singer. And she's going to help you and me save the world." Dean gripped the steering wheel and nailed the gas down to the floor, sending the Impala flying towards South Dakota.
And that's chapter one, folks! I'll have chapter two up really really soon, I promise. Please Read and Reply and I will love you for forever!