Author's Note: Okay! So, I've never written a Supernatural fic. This is my first one. I've wanted to do it for a few months, but never had the time. I know I have a few other fics to finish. I am on a 2 week break from school so I plan on updating each one. (whoa.) So. Here we go… I tried to proofread this, because I am terrible at posting things without proofreading. Like really bad. Thanks for reading and thanks to those of you who have stuck by me! It's been really hard to write with nursing school and all! I am also only on episode 6.10 of Supernatural, and I understand nephilim have briefly been brought up? These are not going to be the same. I'll explain them more in the story as it goes along. Thanks for reading! – Dee
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Addison
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END OF DECEMBER, JUST OUTSIDE OF DENVER : PRESENT
This is the stupidest damn thing in the world that I have ever done. I mean, honestly, this takes the lot. I literally have zero ideas as to why I am walking to my potential death for some egotistical jackass who views me as nothing more than a pawn to keep his ass alive. What. Am. I doing? Do I really think he'll open up to me after this? That everything will be normal again? I stop and feel the shrill icy air of December, listening to silence in the snow covered field I've been walking through for almost an hour. I close my eyes, just to hear his voice. "You'll always find me, love…" I stop trying to feel everything, all of the wind, the cold, the smells – I focus on him. My body involuntarily raises on me on my toes, pushing my reception into the unseen dimensions of our world even farther… I search for that hot, empty, swirling aura of his, the uniqueness of it: a dim light rimmed in darkness, but I find nothing. Goddamn you, Crowley.
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College was never the best of times for me. I was away from my dads – yes, I said dads, as in plural, as in I have two fathers – and I was more confused by my behavior and senses than ever before. Knowledge in class came easily, I found that I could study for a mere hour or so and retain almost everything. And like most young adults, partying became my thing on the weekends. Friday and Saturday were strictly for partying and nothing more. Well, until that one particular weekend….
MID-SEPTEMBER, BOSTON UNIVERSITY FRAT HOUSE : 2 YEARS AGO
I held my head up over the sink, trying to erase all of the energy surging around inside of me. The water was on full blast, but it still wasn't loud enough to help me focus. The energies in the house were making me extremely moody, like usual – the sexual tension, the anger, the stress, and the elation. The usual feel was off and I could sense it, I just couldn't find out the reason why. Steam coated the mirror slowly before me. Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead. I hummed lowly, focusing on a ball of nothingness. The heat only intensified the vibrations I had in the house. Agitated, I undid a few small buttons on my henley even more than what I usually did.
"Damn," I muttered, hunching over the sink again as a wave of nausea struck. Not even daring to lie down on the floor, I texted the only guy who I knew that lived in the frat house, Alex Johnson. I texted him a short message:
Laying down in your room, not feeling so well.
Dragging myself out of the hallway bathroom and into a sweaty, hot crowd of people, I budged my way up the stairs and found Alex's room. I flicked the lights off and let the slightly cooler air rush over me. He wouldn't care if I was in his room, we had been friends the last few years and he was more than likely heading off campus to spend the weekend with his girlfriend, Julie, anyway. My back fell against the door as I shut and locked it. Pointing my hand at his fan, I turned my wrist by a hair and the fan began to oscillate. Smirking, I plopped onto his bed, face down, and kicked my shoes off. The beat from the overly loud music pounded the insides of my head feverously. "Maybe I should just walk home," I muttered into the pillow.
"Why? When things were just heating up," voiced a smooth, low voice from the doorway. Damn the faulty locks in this place. I could tell who it was by the feel. His aura made my gut knot in an unpleasant way. He felt like a deep, dark blue sea, rough and relentless.
"Calum," I groaned. "What may I do for you?" I asked the question, already knowing the answer. Calum was the parasite of my social life. The one man who couldn't take no for an answer. His motto seemed to be: "one day she will give in if you ask enough times." And it worked for him, most of the time, except with me. I had my respect and he had his list of endeavors. I refused to even flirt with the idea, the thought of him touching me was repulsing. I couldn't even stand to be in his presence for more than a few minutes. He oozed guilt, lust, and sadness. Calum sighed as I turned over, pulling my knees to my chest. He relaxed his bulky shoulders and stretched out of a wrinkled, sweat covered Oxford shirt to reveal a tight, white tank top.
"What may you?" he asked, scrunching his light eyebrows. "I can think of a few things."
"Well, you already know my answer to whatever perversion you have in mind." An icy chill pricked down my spine as he continued to walk to the bed.
"But you haven't even heard it yet." His voice was slightly whiny. Nausea rolled my stomach, my eyes watching his movements carefully. He yanked the tank top off carefully over his styled hair. His beige colored skin was tanned all over from hours of track and football practice. Had I not been repulsed by him the sight would have been nice, but it was far from that.
"I don't want to hear it," I answered matter of factly, trying to reassure myself that he wasn't the type to harm women. Calum's aura overwhelmed me as he stopped just beside the bed. The heat from his position was almost like a sauna. I tried to breathe in, but the hot air wasn't satisfying. I pushed my hand out and tried to turn the fan up to no avail.
"No one even has to know…" he whispered, barely audible over the sound of him unbuckling his belt. More of his aura poured in, I started to feel dizzy, light headed, on the verge of fainting. The water was pulling me down, under… I was drowning… I searched the walls of the room for something heavy to pull onto him… nothing.
"Stop," my voice ordered. Calum chuckled.
"Or what?" His pants hit the floor with a light thud.
"I fucking mean it." I tried my damnedest not to quiver. Swallowing, I scooted into the wall, trying to put distance between us.
"Or what?" he taunted again. My eyes stayed on him, regardless of the rest of the rocking that was happening around the room.
"I'll hurt you." Without a second thought, my hands curled into fists before me. I knew nothing about protecting myself, but I figured it was worth a shot. Calum laughed loudly, obnoxiously. He even threw his head back for exaggeration. The room steadied for a moment and I threw myself off the foot of the bed, desperate to get to the door. Growling, Calum dove after me. His weight hit me like a cannonball in the hull of a ship. An involuntary grunt escaped from between my lips as I collided with the ground. His hands wrapped themselves around my wrists tightly. I bucked my hips into his and he groaned sexually. Panic spread in my body. "No," I shouted forcefully, using all of the air I could find.
"Yes," he growled, turning me onto my back. I finally understood where all of the angry heat was coming from after facing him. It ripped out of him like a giant angry fire storm from hell, lashing out in every direction.
"No. Please. Please stop," I cried. Calum laughed. His body weight felt like a crushing boulder, the dirt over my coffin.
"I can't wait for this-" his teeth bit into my neck. Resisting the urge to cry out I bit down on my lower lip. There was a sound, almost like a coke can opening, and a drastic shift in the air. The heat was still there, but this one had a bit of light to it, some innocence still left. It was dark, but not nauseating.
"Now," stated a gravelly voice. "I'm no expert on women – hell knows I've pissed off my fair share in my day, but I believe the lady said no." I closed my eyes in relief as Calum's hold on my wrists released. The voice was accented, but I couldn't place it. I strained to hear more and feel more…
"And who in the fuck are you?" asked Calum, only slightly lifting his body off of mine.
"I go by a lot of names. None of which concern you right now. But if you don't listen to her, you're destined to find one out rather shortly."
"I'm not a guy you wanna fuck with, buddy." Calum rose from me and stood facing the voice. I sat up a few moments later. The man that the voice belonged to was standing in the corner beside the door. He had a haze of smoke around him, with the cigar jutting out of the side of his mouth. I could barely make out his all black suit in the darkness of the room. The hair on his head was short, slightly receding. I could also make out the goatee on his face. He smirked and pulled the cigar out of his mouth.
"Oh, 'buddy'?" the man asked, intrigued.
"Yeah." The man waved a hand before his face, his eyes turned a deep, blood red color, even the whites were red. His expression was no longer smug. It was a deep scowl. Calum cursed and backed away, tripping over my legs in the process. He fell to the bed hard before I had time to stand. The man in black appeared at the bedside, hunched over Calum. Had the man not been directing his threats to Calum alone, I almost certainly would have done the same.
"You listen to me, you pathetic wanker," the man warned. "I am the alpha dog, you understand me? I'm only going to tell you this once, and one time only. You so much as look in her direction again – I will fucking end your miserable waste of life. I'll pull you into hell myself, got it?" Calum nodded his head, his mouth agape. "Answer me."
"I understand."
"Good then get the fuck out," the man growled. Calum popped up from the bed and bolted from the room, clad only in his boxers. He waited until the door closed completely before speaking. "Are you alright?" he asked, eyes returning to normal. I tried not to bow my head, but it was almost impossible.
"I believe so… thank you," I replied, adjusting the waist of my jeans.
"Don't mention it. I couldn't not do anything."
"Right, so do you always hide out in random frat rooms waiting for rapists to make their move?" He smiled, chuckling, a wide toothy grin on his face.
"I heard him as I was walking by."
"Ah."
"And you know how shoddy the locks are here."
"Yeah, they're absolute shit." We looked silently around the room before he spoke again.
"The name's Crowley," he introduced himself, holding out his hand.
"Addison Mielke." I put my hand into his, prepared to shake it.
"Pleasure to meet you," he added, bending to kiss my hand. I flushed at the unusual gesture.
"Same to you – Crowley? Is it just Crowley?"
"Yes." I smiled and nodded, not trying to be too pushy with a man who saved me from God only knew what.
"No offense, but you don't blend in well dressed like that at a frat house party."
"Ah, yes, I just got off work about an hour ago. My younger brother invited me. He insisted I'd be fine, but I agree that I am very much overdressed."
"And what is it that you do? If you don't mind my asking."
"I'm a president of a life insurance agency." My eyes widened. A small laugh choked its way out of my mouth. I could feel my dads inside of my head, each one throwing advice at me. "He's too old," my dad would say. "No, he's perfect. He's wearing a suit, he just kissed her hand for Christ's sake, shut up, Mike," would be the toss in from of my pop's side.
"That's very impressive." I had no other words. There was nothing much else I could say. I didn't know shit about life insurance and a president? I internally scoffed. Way in over my head. "Is there any way I could show you a thank you? Perhaps dinner?"
"Oh, please, love, knowing you're safe is enough for me. However –" he smiled. "How would you like to join me tomorrow evening for dinner? My treat." My dad started in my head again, "don't take more than you can give, it'll bite you in the ass… it always does…" I tried to feel his aura again, but the darkness in it and dry heat made it hard to see anything. The dim light at his core was barely above the glow of a single candle in an empty cornfield.
"I'm sorry, I'm busy tomorrow." My dad was right. What could I offer this man? He had infinitely more money than I did, he was older, maybe even too old and here I am – in college.
"Another time then."
"Yes," I added quickly, seeing a spark of his red eyes in my mind. I definitely never wanted those directed at me. I stared at him curiously, tilting my head as he spoke. He was talking about some sort of time frame, his amounts of availability, but I couldn't hear him. My entire focus was on pinning him down. I wanted to understand what he was. He cleared his throat and I almost jerked out of shock and embarrassment. "Jesus, I am so sorry."
"Don't be," he told me coolly, cigar back in his mouth. "See anything you like?" His eyebrows raised into a cheeky expression.
"I was – uh – looking at your eyes," I stumbled, praying my cheeks weren't on fire.
"And?"
"I could have sworn they were red earlier."
"They were," he told me, while staring at the floor. "I can make them do that. I'm like you in that way."
"Excuse me?" I asked, cautiously, wondering if I should have fled with Calum. Someone knowing about my gift was never a good thing. He smiled slowly and looked back up at me.
"I know about that special gift of yours." A deep knot wretched in my stomach. Suddenly, I was nauseous all over again. I felt as if I was standing on the top of a skyscraper, inches from the edge, peering down at the traffic below. Fear must have been eating my face, because he was quick to hold his hands up in a calming way. "It's okay, there are others like you – like us."
"There are?" I tried my damnedest not to sound skeptical, but it was still there.
"Yes."
"I've always wondered."
"That's partially my fault." His smug expression had vanished again, replaced by what I could only label as remorse. I couldn't tell for sure. I was still in a mental pause at the fact that there were people like me.
"Why? What do you mean?" I asked. I had never seen Crowley before, or even heard of him, how was this his fault?
"I knew your mother." My face dropped. I felt as if I had taken that last step off of the skyscraper I was standing on, and now I was plummeting towards concrete, and I didn't even have a parachute…
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•Crowley•
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Her dark green eyes widened and her light seemed to fade out momentarily at the word mother. This was not a great idea. Yet what was I supposed to do? Let him violate her? I'm a demon – the king of hell – as a matter of fact. Yet a deal, is a deal, regardless of who it was made with and when.
"M – my mother?"
"Yes," I answered, inspecting the end of my cigar in my hand. "Would you like to know about her?" Her reply was immediate: no.
"Is that why you're really here then?" She sounded angry, or just on the verge of becoming so. "To spy on me for her? She didn't care enough about me to raise me, but she cares enough to spy on me."
"I'm not spying on you," I insisted. "I've merely been watching out for you, since always… whenever I have the free time." I had to add that in. I did nothing for her if it wasn't convenient for me. That was my nature. Still some demon that can't be erased in situations.
"Oh?" she added, sarcastically. "Hiding a corner pretty much qualifies as spying in my book."
"I already told you I wasn't in the corner," I lied, pointing behind me.
"Can it. I felt your aura immediately, it wasn't gradual as you walked in. I wasn't born yesterday. And I've felt that aura more than once." I didn't want to look confused, but I knew I did. I never knew she could feel me like humans.
"You can – " I rolled my finger, feeling uncomfortable about saying the rest of my question. Her eyes bored through me and she nodded. Rubbing my neck, I turned around, attempting to regroup. Shit. A heavy sigh pushed its way out of my mouth.
"All out of lies are we?" her voice chirped. Not quite out of lies, no.
"Now look…" I turned my body back to face her. "We only watch you in public. And we're respectable lads, alright? It's just me – and my brother."
"Your brother?" She wasn't buying it.
"Yes, would you like to meet him?"
"If you would be so kind." She smiled slightly and folded her arms over her chest.
"Give me a moment, yeah?" I popped to Eli and grabbed his shoulder, popping him right back to Addison with me.
"Damn Crowley, don't you fuckin' knock?" Eli cursed. Poor boy sold me his soul a year ago, all for a glorious college life and 5 years after to play bachelor. He couldn't bear the thought of a wife and kids. He wanted to forever be 27. Didn't matter that much to me, I've seen my fair share of deals made. He got what he wanted and so did I. I had thrown a supermodel into the deal at the expense that he pretended to be my brother. I gave him a small bit of information about her and told him about why he was so important. He was reluctant at first until I started to make cuts to his deal… I snorted at Eli's comment.
"Eli, this is Addison." Eli scowled at me, still holding the shot in his hand that he was seconds away from taking downstairs.
"Addison?" he asked, stupidly, scrunching up his face. I opened my eyes wider and nodded to her. Eli followed my eyes and let out a long drawn out oh. Without rolling my eyes, I pulled him to his feet. I could have picked someone a lot brighter to help me out with this role, but he was there and he never asked too many questions… it was convenient. And I am all about convenience.
"This is your brother?" Addison questioned. By her expression, I knew she was reading him.
"Half-brother," Eli assured her.
"Right." She stared at him closely for another moment, then nodded. "So my mom sent you out, huh? Why?"
"Your mom's just worried about you," Eli told her, trying to be nonchalant about it.
"I don't understand why she would be."
"People are after you, Addison," I interjected, placing a hand on Eli's shoulder to teleport him back to his room to leave Addison and I alone. Her eyes widened.
"What people?"
"All kinds."
"That's a little vague."
"It's meant to be," I mumbled, smirking. "There's a lot of people that want and need you for various things."
"So, I'm a freak, kind of like an X-Man?"
"A what?"
"An X-Man, you know, the comic book? I'm like a mutant and they want me gone?"
"Sure," I answered, confusedly. She nodded, a smile forming on her lips.
"Is everyone being chased? Like all the mutants?"
"No, just you."
"Why me?" I really wanted a tall glass of scotch and a bed full of whores – I had done my deed, kept my word, here she was, safe and this questioning was too damn much. She was asking too many questions.
"You're special." I tried to be curt about it, I tried to give her the hint that I was finished talking.
"Like Neo from The Matrix? The One?" A star gazing look burned in her eyes.
"Love, I'm sorry, but no more pop-culture references, alright?" This time, I rubbed my temples. She bit her lip and blushed, staring down at the carpet. "I'm rather old and I do tend to forget things." She opened her mouth and I already anticipated another question. My hand raised. "I'm really old, before you ask." Her lips curled into a slow, sly smile.
"Sorry."
"It's alright. This is new to the both of us. It's going to take some time."
"So what do we do now? Do I go with you or –" I held my hand up again.
"We wait," I told her calmly. "We just wait."