Mother Nature's Children
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Summary:
Jordan is the youngest of Mother Nature's offspring. The angels called upon his services when he was fourteen years of age, taking him away from his normal life, and his normal family. Why do they want him? What is his part in this war upon the horizon? Can he trust those troublesome Winchester's and the angel that follows them everywhere? Will he find his brother and sisters and convince them to help in this war? Or, will it all come crashing down on him? There are discoveries to be made for Jordan-the discovery of his true abilities, as well as where he really stands in this world.
Notes:
I've had this idea in my head for a while now, so I decided to just roll with it. Jordan is seventeen in this fiction, and he is an original character of mine. The identities of Mother Nature's other children will be revealed soon! Enjoy the read. :)
I do not own Supernatural, but I do own Jordan and the like. If I did own Dean and Sam, they wouldn't be doing much hunting, let's just say that. :D
Rating is M, for violence, blood, and explicit cursing. Could contain smut in later chapters.
Let's start~
Nature Can Be Cruel
I used to be a normal kid. Kept my head down. Didn't give my parents any trouble. Went to school. Got good grades in my classes. Even turned a blind eye when shit was about to hit the fan. Cowardly, I know, but what other choice did I have at the time? I'm not some hero. I'm just a boy. Seventeen years old, and already a killer. I didn't exactly plan for any of this to happen.
One day, I was walking into my room after a hot shower. The next second, there's a beam of white light, and suddenly I'm in some sort of conference room, with lots of people in suits staring at me, telling me that I've been chosen to perform the will of God.
He must be pretty lousy to choose a high school student to do his dirty work. I get the look of innocence part, but come on! I wanted to live a normal life. I never knew I had special abilities. If I did know, I would have ignored them, and remained as normal as possible.
According to them, due to my lack of confrontation and keeping my nose clean, I never got angry enough for my gift to explode like the fourth of July, which is truly fantastic.
You're probably asking yourself why I'm telling you all this? Hell, I would be if some random started telling me their life story. Truth is, I don't know why I was chosen, and I want to find out.
That's my goal.
I might be a bird in a cage because of those damn angels, but that doesn't mean that I can't find some answers along the way.
Right now, I'm waiting for my latest target to finish work. I don't understand why they want me to kill this guy? Other than being a complete slob, he seems okay. Nothing out of the ordinary about him.
I should know by now, since I've been watching him for the past four hours. He'll be finished with work in the next five minutes, then I can make my move.
My orders are to make it look like some freak accident. That's not going to be difficult, having the ability to move stuff with my fucking mind and all! Kids these days would be thrilled to have this ability.
They'd think of it as a gift, when all it really is, is a curse.
None of my family know what's happened to me. I'm not allowed to see them. I've pretty much been taken off the grid, thanks to those motherfucking angels. They erased the memories of anyone I ever knew, or came into contact with, so that no one would recognize me.
It sucks.
If I were to go back home, they wouldn't even know who I was. They'd think I was some weird kid that needed immediate help.
Maybe I do? My kill count is currently pushing two hundred, so go figure?
You know what isn't fun? Waiting in a car for hours, while some dude that you have to kill works. And he doesn't exactly do that, either. He sits there at his chair eating. He's probably going to do the same when he gets home.
Finally, he seems ready to leave. He grabs his coat off the back of his chair and heads for the exit.
"Good night, Bill," he says to one of the guys in there, who waves in return. I focus on where he's heading. He fishes a pair keys out of his pocket and walks towards a blue car.
That must be his.
He puts the key in the lock. I wait for the sound of the engine to make my move. I have to be fast and make sure that he doesn't notice anything.
When the engine comes to life, and he moves onto the highway, I follow after him a minute later, slowly sliding all the locks in his car down. If he notices, he doesn't do anything.
Next, I increase the pressure on the accelerator, barreling the car towards oncoming traffic. The angels said that if anyone dies that isn't supposed to yet, they'll bring them back to life before anyone notices anything.
I take comfort in that as I watch the car speed down the highway, close to colliding with some old looking, but well looked after black car. I can't make out the brand, which kind of frustrates me, but I ignore it, increasing the acceleration.
My target slams his foot on the breaks, the black car apparently doing the same. I stop as well, parking at the side of the road, out of the way of everything.
The driver and passenger side doors open and two men step out. One has short, spikey hair, and the others is longish, going to about his shoulders, which are very broad.
I take a closer look with my binoculars that I keep on the back seat.
Blue eyes… Green eyes… Biker boots… Shit! Is that the Winchester's?
My eyes go wide. Sam and Dean Winchester! Dean and Sam Winchester are standing not even a hundred foot away! What the fuck am I supposed to do now? If they're here, my task is going to be almost impossible.
The angles warned me about them. They hunt monsters and stuff. One of them said that they're a bitch to kill, and they have an unhealthy attachment to one another. Which, I guess makes sense. They're constantly on the road together and they've both been to hell.
Oh, crap. I am so screwed if I don't get this job done! Those assholes say they'll kill me and find another child with my abilities to do God's will if I fail them!
Sure that I don't want to die just yet, I get out of my car and sprint towards the three guys conversing. I try my very best to pretend that I don't know everything there is to know about the infamous Winchester's for now and ask what happened.
"Hey, man, everything is okay, so just get back to your…" Dean stops midsentence and regards me for a brief moment, mostly my face. I take a step back, feeling a tad uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
"Are you even old enough to be driving?" His tone is stern and I feel like my blood is freezing from the intensity of his stare alone.
I swallow the lump forming in my throat and hold up my finger to ask for a moment. I take out my fake ID and hand it to him. He stores it in his pocket and sees that I'm not pleased with the action.
"Look, kid, I can tell a fake ID when I see one, and I will be damned if I let some kid who's probably had a few already on the road, okay?" He sounds so authoritative.
I look to the younger brother. "Is he serious? Give it back, you dick!" I snap. Yeah, I know these guys are dangerous, but I also know that they only kill monsters. I'm not a monster, not technically, so they won't leave me dead, no matter what I say, I'm sure.
Sam hides a laugh behind his hand and observes Dean's expression. "Dude, he doesn't sound drunk to me, and are we seriously ones to talk here?" He emphasizes his point by taking out an odd number of ID's.
My target looks so confused. How the hell am I supposed to end him with these two peace-lovers in the vicinity? For fuck sake. They could have warned me that I might run into them!
"Sam, some other time," he replies haughtily, then gives me a cold stare. "Listen, kid-"
"I'm not a kid. I'm seventeen, and I have a name. It's Jordan, so use it," I coldly reply. I don't care if these douchebags save the world all the damn time—they're annoying.
The big giant laughs again.
"Okay, Jordan, where's your mom?" he tries for a casual tone.
He's not a great actor.
"What's it to you?"
"That doesn't matter. You should be at home with your family, not driving when you're not even of legal age, you understand?"
I glare at him. "What are you, a moron or something? Seventeen is a legal age to drive in America. Seriously, read a book or something or browse the internet. It isn't a hard task to search legal driving ages in America," I lecture, and he seems confused for a second.
"Look, it doesn't matter. I only came over here to see if everything was okay. I didn't have to do that. So, just give me back my ID, please?" I reach out my hand, waiting for him to hand it over.
He goes to begrudgingly take it out of his pocket, when a hand circles his wrist. "Not so fast, Dean," some dude in a trench coat says, his eyes focused on me.
"Cas? What the hell are you doing here? There are people around, you idiot!" Dean whispers harshly. Sam stares at me, his left eyebrow raised.
"You aren't freaked out by this?" he questions skeptically, gesturing to the fat guy currently screaming about people appearing out of thin air. I go for stone silence, staring down the newcomer.
He looks powerful, whoever he is.
"Jordan Green, I assume?"
He assumes correctly, but who the fuck is this guy, and how does he know me name-oh, he's an angel. Fantastic. Just what I needed.
"You must be here to remind me that I'm running out of time to finish the job?" I mutter, chancing a glance at my target, who's taken to running in the other direction.
Cas watches me closely, his expression emotionless. Just like the other angels. If I don't do something now, I'm going to lose the target!
"Cas, what the hell are you talking about? How do you know who this kid is?" Dean's eyes jump from the angel, to me, back and forth, searching for an answer.
I won't be the one to spill the beans. I have a job to do here!
Thinking quickly, I break apart the road with my mind. It isn't hard to catch the fat guy with the trail, trapping his foot between one of the indents.
I hear him groan behind me.
"Cas?" Dean tries again.
The angel keeps his eyes on me. The ground starts moving. I need to make this look like a freak earthquake or something! Anything to take the suspicion away.
Playing dumb, I stumble along with the Winchester's, falling to my hands and knees. The angel remains still, already seeing through my rouse.
I don't have time to care about that. I have to get this job finished! Not too far from here is a lamppost, if I can time it just right, I can make it seem like it was thrown straight through him!
"Do not do what you are thinking, Jordan."
The angel seems serious, which is confusing. Angels are the ones ordering me to kill these people. For what reason, I have no idea. I don't have any control over the decision making, unfortunately. If I did, I'd kill people like murderers and other assholes.
Not fat guys that don't really do anything at work.
At the end of the day, I don't have a choice.
The ground around the lamppost shakes, and it falls out of place. I increase the pressure of the wind and send it hurtling towards my target. He's trying to pry his foot out of the crack, so he has no chance of avoiding the object that's about to impale him.
"No, Jordan. Stop it, this instant!"
I ignore him once again, still pretending I'm in danger from the earthquake. Dean and Sam don't seem to be able to stand up properly, either, which is a bonus. If they manage to grab a gun, that could become a problem for me.
There are onlookers, too. They'll witness this freak accident and report it to the police and all that jazz. The angels will be pleased, and that'll save my bacon!
I hear the scream from my target when the lamppost pierces him. There's also the sound of blood splatter, which I ignore. He won't last long. He's probably already dead.
There are shocked gasps coming from all ends—cars stopping on the highway. Sam and Dean look lost for words. That's a first, from what the angels tell me.
Settling down the brought-on earthquake, I stand up and pretend that I have no idea where that came from.
And that's when I black out.
I wake up when a large sum of water is chucked over my face.
"Motherfucker!" I curse.
Who the hell chucks water over people these days? Oh, yeah. Sam and Dean Winchester do.
They're also standing right in front of me. Guess they tied me to a chair? Whatever. They won't kill me.
"How did you do that?" It's Dean asking me, his tough guy face on. He thinks he's going to get information out of me? Does he know what the angels will do to me if I say anything to these nutjobs?
"Do what?" I play innocent, grinning at them. There's no point trying to deny anything now that I'm tied up, but that doesn't mean I'm going to dance to the sound of their drums! Not without a fight, at least.
Sam throws some more water over me. I don't even flinch, just glare at the giant. "Is that supposed to be holy water or something? If it is, I'm not burning. Not a demon, genius!" I inform raggedly, shaking the water out of my hair.
"Alright, smart ass, then what the hell are you?"
They actually expect me to tell them anything? What morons. I can't believe the angles are so scared of these guys.
They're not so special.
I move Dean's foot to the side and make him fall on his face. Sam stares dumbly at him, asking how he managed to trip on his own feet. Dean gives him a cold stare, helping himself up.
"So you have some kind of telekinetic ability?"
"I'd applaud you, but my hands are a little tied. Oh, wait," I set my hands free and let the ropes drop. "No they aren't."
They immediately present their weapons, twin defensive expressions meeting me. "Relax, I'm not going to fight you. And if you know I have telekinesis, why are you pointing a gun at me when I can just stop the bullets, or simply…" I trail off and throw the guns out of their hands. "Take them away from you."
The angel appears in front of me and tightly grips both sides of my head. I struggle to get out of his grip. White starts surrounding me, like that time I was taken to that conference room.
I panic, using anything to help me. The windows shatter, shards flying towards myself and the angel. He doesn't move. He just lets the pieces pierce his vessel.
"Cas, what the hell are you doing? Let him go!"
Cas turns back to look at them before doing as he's told. I fall back on the chair, suddenly out of breath. What the hell did he do to me?
"He was chosen by God to do his will, and that means killing those that are unworthy in the eyes of the Lord. He has been doing this since he was fourteen. And his kill total is currently in the two-hundreds."
Motherfucking angel read my past.
"What the hell? Why was he chosen?" Sam responds after a while, urging Cas to continue.
"Those sick bastards! Fourteen, really?" Dean doesn't sound pleased.
"For his abilities, of course. They go far beyond telekinesis. This boy can control any element. That is how he caused that earthquake, and that is how he controlled the wind. Do you not see it? He is dangerous."
I bet I look just as confused as they do right now. What the hell is he talking about? I can't control the elements! This angel must be off his rocker or something.
"You're wrong, I can't make fire and shit like that, you moron!" I spit, still kind of worn out after he mind raped me.
His tone is sharp. "Yes, you can. They lied to you when they said there were others of your kind. While it is true that other children with unique abilities exist, there is none other with your ability, Jordan." He watches for a reaction for some time. Dean can't seem to wrap his head around it. Sam has less trouble. The angel places a bucket filled with water in front of me.
"Move this," he commands.
"I can move the bucket with the water kept inside, but I can't control the water—I already told you!" I snap back.
His patience wears thinner. "Yes, you can. You can do so much more than you think. If you focused hard enough, you could bring a wave crashing through this building, and even turn the water into ice."
"Whoa, Cas, are you serious?" Dean isn't convinced. Neither am I.
"Deadly. Now do it, Jordan!" he insists.
What do I have to lose?
I stare at the water in the bucket. It's still. There's no way this is going to work. Focusing my mind, I try to imagine the water moving. It doesn't. I try again. It still doesn't.
I turn to the angel. "I told you, I can't do it!"
He narrows his eyes for a split second. "Think of it as a weapon. Use your body. You are the water; you are fire; you are earth, and every other element in existence. Now, do it." For some reason, this square looks deeply confident that I can do this, and almost like he has something riding on my success…
Following what he said, I imagine that the water is an extension of myself. I concentrate hard, channeling makeshift energy to my hands. I raise them above the water, picturing the liquid moving towards me.
"Holy shit!" Sam exclaims.
Dean's mouth slants. "Dude…"
I shift my hand in my direction and the water comes to my center, held like a ball in my hands.
"What the fuck?"
Notes:
You aren't supposed to fall in love with Jordan in this. He's a brat, and he will be for a while. But he has been through a lot, so it's understandable!
Until next time~
Kthnxbye!