Author's Note: Apologies for the heavy OC, it's my first time in a few years since writing any kind of story. I will eventually create a new story where it is more driven by the original story characters. Other than that, sorry for the quick drama and angst. Message me if you have any questions about the OCs Soul, Cid, and Jessica, and I will answer them as best as I can. Thanks for reading! Intended update: Once a week.
Shots rang out in the night. Heart beats flickered and faded, tears spilled, and blood poured. Screams split the air, drowning the shouts. Metallic shrieks echoed from the buildings and lighting coursed through pitch black clouds. This was the apocalypse.
Monsters terrorized the civilians and angels and demons clashed as seven soldiers stood amidst the chaos.
"This isn't right!" Dean Winchester shouted, dodging an angel as he was thrown back. "I thought we stopped this!"
Castiel raised his hands, shielding the group from falling debris, slung spells, and miscellaneous weapons being fired, thrown, or swung. "I would be lying if I said that I know why…"
He glanced to his left at the three strangers beside him, two of which were holding each other, whispering fervently between themselves, and the dark haired woman who held an unusual mixture of indifference and pain. "Who are you? If this is your last day on Earth, I wish to apologize for being unable to keep this from happening to you."
The couple, at least he assumed they were, looked up. The ginger-haired girl spoke up first, "M-my name is Soul. Soul Amaranth Wesson…This here, he's my partner, Cid Smith."
Despite the chaos whirling around them, Dean couldn't help but laugh, "Seriously? Smith and Wesson? Those can't be your real last names!"
If he thought that was funny, what she said next shut him right up. "That's rich, coming from a boy with the name 'Winchester'! We didn't pick our names, you know, we were born with them!"
"Well, THAT'S a big coincidence!" He sneered.
She huffed and turned her nose up. "Well, I like to think of it as God's ever-wonderful sense of humor."
Sam, Bobby, and Castiel all exchanged looks before Bobby stepped between them. "Look, ya idjits, now ain't the time to be bickerin' about names! We got a serious problem on our hands! So, can you save it for later, if we survive?"
Soul nodded and looked to the dark haired girl, who seemed to be ignoring them all.
"That's Jessica Colt. She doesn't seem to talk much, but she is really helpful, I met her a year or so ago." Soul mused in an almost sad voice. Her bright sea-green eyes seemed to darken slightly before she looked back at the group. "I don't need to really know much about you all. John and Bobby told me just about everything I needed to know about you three, including why he even started hunting in the first place, and why you are alive now and you have an angel," she nodded before continuing, "who I know to be Castiel."
Sam spoke up for once, "Colt? As in Samuel Colt, the one who made the gun?"
Jessica turned and looked at him, her eyes focusing and defying any show of emotion, "Yes and no. Very distantly related, meaning I'm the descendant of one of his cousins…"
A roar sounded to the west, and a horn blared to the east. Castiel froze, and the six hunters looked around frantically, the chaos having halted for the moment, almost as if the combatants were frozen in place. From the west, the clouds roiled with red and blinding lightning, as the roaring and the horn sounded once again. To the east, the sky broke open and thousands of beams bright as the sun shot toward the earth.
The hunters stared towards the beams entranced.
"Cid! NO!"
The group spun to look at Soul who was shaking Cid, a look of terror in her eyes. They couldn't understand why until they saw the black smoke slithering around his feet and his eyes pitch black. Three guns were aimed directly at him in an instant, and it sent Soul into a frenzy.
"No! Please, no! Don't kill him! Don't!" She pleaded with the men whose looks held no remorse. They wouldn't understand. "Don't kill Cid! It's not his-!"
A strong arm was around her neck, and a blade was at her belly. Cid lifted her t-shirt enough to bare an inch above her belly button. Scratchy and rough, Demon-Cid spoke, "Leave me be, human…I heed the call for war, you cannot win this. If you make any move toward me, even after I let the girl go, I will kill her and I will show no remorse toward you and your friends when I kill you…"
Dean spat, "And why should I believe you would show mercy?! You're a fucking demon!"
Cid fixed Dean with a half-lidded stare, "I said 'remorse' not 'mercy', Dean Winchester. I would regret killing any of you if I had to, but if you aim to hurt me, I will not hesitate to slaughter you all…"
Sam began to walk toward them, but halted when Soul let out a small, pained gasp. Cid had dipped the blade into her flesh only by a millimeter, but it hurt her tender belly nonetheless. Sam's jaw clenched and flexed, as if he were struggling between walking back to where he started or saying something he felt he may regret. Choosing the former, Sam stepped back a few steps, and the blade was removed from Soul's flesh. A trickle of blood slid down to the cloth of her pants and began to soak into the fabric.
Bobby was the first lower his gun and strapped it back to his waist. The boys followed slowly, keeping an eye on Cid as tears streamed down Soul's cheeks. Jessica stood in the background, her face contorted in anger and despair, her hands at her side clenched tight into fists. Cid leaned his head down and whispered something softly into Soul's ear before letting her go. Taking two steps back, he kept his eyes even with the Winchesters and Bobby. In an instant, he vanished.
Soul dropped to her knees and cried out loud, hugging herself tightly around the waist and rocked back and forth. The chaos was still frozen around them, though the skies had stilled and the terrifying sounds that split through the air had quieted. Castiel stepped forward and raised the girl to her feet. His face was deadpanned and his movements were slow and deliberate as he lifted her shirt to look for the wound. When he found none, his eyes darted to her face, and his head tilted to the side.
She pushed away from him, though not hard enough to make either stumble back. Jessica came up from behind her and wrapped her arms around her midsection in a comforting hug.
"Soul does not need you to heal her, never will…" Jessica began slowly, and after wiping away the tears on the girl's face looked to Castiel with a stare that betrayed the emotions her voice had masked. There was pain, and hurt, and most of all…loss. With a sigh, she rested her hands upon Soul's shoulder. "She is, in her words, a liaison to the angels of Heaven. Despite how they act, Raphael and Uriel both came to her. They gave her grace, they gave her the power of your brethren. She is, for all intents and purposes, an angel."
The smaller girl chuckled suddenly, and pulled her shirt down and out, stretching it to better show the word 'Angel' with a small golden halo wrapped around the 'A'. "Fitting…I'm an angel with a shotgun." She referred to the gun slung across her back, and then laughed. "I remember, we heard the song, and the first thing Cid said was, 'Hey, Soul. I didn't know they had a song about you!' I had nearly decked him."
The girls peered at the strap across Castiel's back and grinned a bit. He, too, had a shotgun slung across his back. "I suppose though, Castiel, the song would fit you better than I. I've never been to Heaven."
This comment earned them another head-to-the-side stare. They sighed in unison and looked at each other, and what seemed like 5 GB of information passed within a few seconds between the girls. Jessica looked at the boys, clapped her hands twice, and turned and left. All but Soul stared after her in confusion.
"What…" Began Sam
"…the Hell…" continued Dean.
"…was that about?" Bobby finished.
Soul walked off a ways, to stand before what looked to be a yeti. She waved her hand in front of its face. It did not react. There was no sign of awareness coming from the beast, nor any of the combatants. Even the innocent humans were frozen in their positions. Some were falling, others were curled on the ground, several were in the grasp of monsters and demon, and the one thing they all held in common was the look of utter terror, terror and pain.
Castiel looked on before a look of realization came across his face. He ushered the group to stand around him, and when everyone was gathered, he zapped them back to Bobby's house.