I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR SO LONG! HERE IS AN ATTEMPT AT A SUPERNATURAL STORY! PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS! THANKS BYE!
"WHERE THE HECK AM I?!" I shriek. Waking up chained down in a dungeon sort of thing with four random guys watching me was bound to make a girl freak out. "WHO ARE YOU?!" I demand and wriggle around in the chair I'm held down to.
"Hey. Hey. Shh. We just need to ask you a few questions..." The one of them said. "My name is Sam, this is my brother Dean, and our friends Castiel and Kevin." he said, gesturing to the three others. I gave him my best what-the-heck? look.
Sam was the really tall one with better hair than mine and a kind, puppy-dog face. His brother Dean had really green eyes and I could see the brokenness behind them. But, he still seemed like he could care about the things that mattered to him. Castiel was the guy in the dirty trench coat with messy hair who looked uncomfortable and lost, but weirdly also like he could kill a guy at the same time. The Asian guy apparently named Kevin looked as if the frown on his face at the moment was ever present, and stood as if he had a vendetta with the entire world.
Kevin stepped forward. "Sorry for the chains. These guys aren't very good with talking to normal people. What's your name?" he asked.
"Elaine. You can call me Ellie if you want." I simply answer, trying to process this crazy situation. "Why am I in chains? And what happened? I don't remember anything from the past few hours..."
Dean coughed. "Plain and simple? The group of people you were with were attacked by some demons. We only managed to get you away safely. Err, unconscious, but safe. We're sorry. The others were possessed."
It felt like an anvil was dropped in my stomach. "Po-possessed? As in the Last Exorcism possessed?" I asked.
"Yes. Sam and I are hunters of the 'supernatural'." Dean replied. "Castiel is-or was-an Angel of the Lord. And Kevin here is a prophet. Or The Prophet, I suppose. We save the world on a regular basis." he said with a sad smirk.
"I'm guessing it isn't as rewarding as one would think, judging by your facial expression?" I ask.
"Nope." Dean matter-of-factly answered. "We need to test to make sure that you aren't possessed. This is Holy Water." he said, lifting up a flask. "If you sizzle, you're possessed. If not, we can unchain you." he finished and dribbled a few drops on my forehead. Nothing happened as I felt the cool water slide down my face.
"Guess I'm demon-free..." I mutter. "Can I be unchained now? These cuffs are starting to chafe..."I say sarcastically.
I was gnawing on my lip at the main table, tracing the outlines of the countries on the map with my finger, and thinking about how much my life had changed in the span of five hours of so. Sam walked up and sat down beside me. "How are you holding up Ellie, all things considered?" he asked, concern in his hazel eyes.
I huffed out a small laugh." As best as I can, I guess. I still don't remember what happened." I answered. "But, I didn't have much of a life. Hated school, hardly any friends. No parents, in and out of foster care for the past ten years, you get the picture. This could be a 'new adventure'" I say, with air quotes.
He chuckled. "I really can't tell you how to get used to it except to just take it each day at a time and learn how to survive. You hungry?" he asked.
My stomach growled in response. I actually laughed out loud. "Yep." I reply and Sam walks with me to the kitchen to make a snack.
I step out of the super-luxurious shower that Kevin showed me. I had simply stood under the warm water, trying to let it wash off the life-changing-weirdness of the day. It didn't work.
Crap. I thought. I don't have any clean clothes. I shuffled over to the dresser in my towel and found a plaid flannel and some sweatpants. These will have to do for now. I put them on only to drown in a sea of fabric. I rolled the waist of the pants up at least five times and pushed the sleeves past my elbows.
I padded into the main hall. The guys turned to look at me. Kevin, Dean and Sam all chuckled while Castiel just studied me quizzically. "Elaine, why are you wearing Sam's clothes? They do not fit."
"Thanks Captain Obvious." I say, and gesture to myself. "I had no other clean ones and these were what I found in a drawer. It's not my fault Sam in a giant and I'm only 5'4". Can we go shopping tomorrow? I'm gonna need some clothes and toiletries."
"Sure. How about I take you and Cas?" Dean suggested.
"Fine by me."
"Wow! What an AWESOME car!" I exclaim as I see the black beauty parked outside. "Impala, 1967 I'm guessing?"
Dean was flabbergasted. "Uh, yeah. You sure know a lot about cars..." He said and patted the roof of the car.
"My third to last foster dad was a mechanic. I was forced to hang out at his shop after school so I picked up a few things..." I explain. "I like your taste in cars. I CALL SHOT-GUN!" I suddenly shout and dive into the front seat. Dean rolled his eyes and Castiel frowned as he dejectedly climbed into the back.
Dean chuckled. "Ah, better luck next time, Cas." he said as he glanced at the former angel in the rear view mirror.
I led the way into the thrift shop, zoning in on the t shirts. There was a rack of just graphic tees, and I simply stared at it in awe until Castiel walked up beside me.
"I believe one must pick out a shirt in order to purchase it, Elaine." Castiel said in his weird way.
I laughed. "I know. I was just admiring them." I grabbed an Avengers shirt and one with rainbow stripes. "Which one do you like best?" I asked.
He studied the two shirts with intense concentration. "I believe they each have their own merits and should both be purchased. Especially since you need a whole new set of clothes." he stated and walked away.
I shook my head. What a nut.
All in all, I left with five t shirts, four flannels, a leather jacket, three pairs of jeans, four tank tops, some pretty sick combat boots, a pair of sneakers, really awesome leather fingerless gloves, and a beanie. Dean had groaned when he saw the gloves and hat, but I told him I had to look tough if I was going to be tagging along with them. Castiel asked why clothes made a difference in one's perception of another, and he said that assumed their only purpose was to cover the body. I thought Dean's eyes were going pop out of his skull at the eye roll he gave Castiel.
When we walked back to the car, Castiel stared at me until I realized he wanted to ride shot-gun. "Go ahead..." I offered, shrugging and gesturing to the seat.
"Thank you, Elaine." Castiel said. He happily plopped into the passenger seat and buckled up. "Dean never lets me sit here when Sam is riding with us." He mentioned.
Dean scowled the rest of the way home.
"I'm gonna make you kill people. Children, grandparents, and maybe even a puppy." He said, laughing a chilling laugh as he paced around me, touching my hair. I jerked away, a tear rolled down my cheek and an animalistic sound escaped my throat.
"My favorite part will be when I feel you fighting inside as I make your hands rip people apart. This is gonna be fu-un..." He added, saying the last part in a creepy sing-song voice and stroked my cheek with a dirty finger.
"No. NO!" I shriek, squirming in the chair and clenching my teeth on the dirty rag tied in my mouth. "Stay away! Stay...away." I sob, trying to dodge his hands.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and studied my face for a few moments, a horrible smile on his lips and his eyes turned completely black.
"Better in than out!" He cackled, a black smoke flowing out of his mouth.
I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming bloody murder and thrashing under the blankets. Sam burst in my room, carrying a gun. He flipped on the light and at the sight of me he dropped his weapon and walked over to the bed.
"No! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" I shrieked when Sam grabbed my wrists to stop my fit. "Don't touch me!" I tried to hit him and get away, still caught in my nightmare.
"Ellie! Ellie! ELAINE!" he yelled. "It's Sam! It's okay, it's just Sam." he said, his voice softening towards the end as he continued to calm me down.
I collapsed in his arms and he sat on my bed and I cried, my sobs coming from inside as I truly realized my life would never be the same. I held onto Sam for dear life, not caring that I only knew him for a little less than two days. My fists were balled in his flannel and he rocked back and forth, letting me get tears all over his clothes. Dean appeared in the doorway, brandishing his own weapon. He too set down his gun and sat on my other side, resting his hand on my shoulder.
I calmed down after what seemed like hours and remained in the same position, just shivering and sniffling.
"Elaine, whatever you saw, I promise we won't ever let happen." Dean said in an uncharacteristically soft voice.
"We truly wish you didn't have to be brought into this life. No lie, it's horrible most of the time. But since you have, we, Cas, and Kevin will always protect you." Sam added.
"And, we will teach you everything you need to know to protect yourself." Dean said.
I shakily sat up and Sam patted my leg. I held my knees to my chest and continued to rock back and forth silently. After a few minutes, I began to speak.
"A horrible man had tied me to a chair. He told me he was going to make me murder and torture people, and kept touching my face and hair." I described, images of my nightmare flashing in my brain. My voice was hoarse and hollow, and I shivered. "His eyes. They turned completely black. When I looked into them, I saw myself, bound and gagged, and a black smoke poured out of his mouth. It was like something I overheard Kevin talking about. What kind of monster is that?"
Dean sighed. "A demon." He answered,
I began crying again. "I'd rather just die!" I spat. "I can't do this. Why did this have to happen to me? I can't live like this! I'm not strong enough!" I yelled and jumped up from the bed and began pacing around.
My brain was on hyper drive, scrolling through scenarios faster than I could speak. "I can't kill anything! And what else is out there besides demons? I'm guessing vampires, ghosts, werewolves, and all kinds of scary and creepy things, huh? I can't translate crazy old languages, or fire a gun, or exorcise a demon!" I frantically spout, gesturing wildly and getting more worked up by the minute.
I whip around to face Sam and Dean, who are still sitting on my bed. They both flinch. "I'm gonna get brutally murdered the second I step out of this bunker and YOU BOTH KNOW IT!" I scream the last part, pointing at them, and I fall on my knees in a heap. I've cried all of the tears I can cry, so I'm just shaking on the floor in a ball and am trying not to throw up.
Dean scooped me up and set me on the bed and pulled the blankets over me. "Sam and I will watch over you tonight. Nothing can get you." he assured me. "Try and get some rest. We will never let anything hurt you." he finished. Sam and Dean sat in the two chairs by my desk and turned out my light.
I numbly nod and nestle myself in, mentally and physically exhausted beyond hope. I thought it would be hard to fall asleep with two people watching me, but I was out cold the second my head hit the pillow.
I heard a yelp from the kitchen. I step inside to see Castiel shaking his hand and a disheveled pan on the stove, with some eggs spilling off the side.
"What happened here?" I cheekily ask as I walk up to him.
Castiel sighed and set the spatula on the edge of the pan, defeated. He mumbled something unintelligible and avoided looking me in the eyes.
"What?" I prod, crossing my arms.
Castiel suddenly turned away from the stove and threw up his hands. "I said I am trying to make eggs but I continue to fail!" He exclaimed.
Just then I looked behind Castiel to see a half open egg carton on the counter, with many cracked shells shoved inside and egg goop everywhere.
"Hey!" I say and snap my fingers so he looks at me. "It's okay. I'll help you figure it out. Making eggs can be hard."
Castiel's eyes widened slightly and his shoulders relaxed. "You would help me?" He asked, almost in awe.
"Sure." I reply. "Grab the other carton and we will get started." I direct as I pour the egg mess from the pan into the trash.
Castiel hands me the carton. I grab a bowl and two eggs. "Cracking eggs is just as important as cooking them." I say. "Watch how I lightly tap it against the edge, so I don't get a ton of shells in there." I demonstrate. Castiel's intense gaze was fully directed on the egg I was breaking.
"Now you try." I instruct, handing him the other egg. Castiel grabbed the bowl and carefully tapped the egg against its edge, and successfully dumped the egg's contents into the bowl.
"Look!" He exclaimed, and pointed into the bowl, acting like a proud kindergartener who successfully tied his shoes for the first time.
I giggled. "Great job!" I compliment. "Now you need to beat the eggs with a splash of milk so they come out nice and fluffy. Grab a fork and whisk as fast as you can."
Castiel did as he was told, with much enthusiasm and concentration. "How does this look?" He asked. I peered into the bowl and saw perfectly whisked eggs.
"Very good." I answered. "Now add them to the pan." I direct.
He poured them into the pan and stared at the cooking mixture until it was time to stir. I was pleased to see that he carefully folded the eggs again and again until they were just cooked through, without any instruction. I added some salt and pepper and grabbed two forks and a plate. He spooned them on the plate and we took a bite.
"Not bad, Castiel!" I said. "See? Was that so hard?" I asked as I followed him to the table.
He gave me a small smile. "Thank you for teaching me, Elaine." He said. "Learning how to be human can be frustrating. And Sam, Dean, and Kevin aren't always so sympathetic."
"If you don't mind me asking, how did you lose your angel-ness?" I inquired.
"There was a civil war in Heaven. I wanted to lock the angels inside so that humankind would be out of harm's way." He began. "But the angel I was working with-Metatron-to accomplish this betrayed me and stole my grace for a spell that caused all of the angels to fall."
I suck in a breath. "Were those fireballs falling from the sky a week ago angels?" I asked, my voice soft.
"Yes. All of my brothers and sisters were cast out of Heaven." He said. "It is all my fault. Just ask Dean for all of the instances I have come up short or made a mistake. I let him down all the time." He shook his head and coughed. "I do not understand why they continue to be my friends. The only good I have ever done was rescuing them each from Hell..." He said and looked down at his plate of eggs.
"Hey." I say, much more soothing than before. He wouldn't meet my eyes. "You saved Sam and Dean from eternal damnation. That's pretty incredible. You're a good person, Castiel." I reach for his hand.
Suddenly Castiel pushed his chair out from the table, so forcefully that it crashed behind him. "IT DOES NOT MATTER!" he yelled. I pulled my hand back. He glared at me with so much rage that I could see the power he must have had as an angel. His eyes were white-hot fire. "I AM USELESS! When I brought Sam back he was WITHOUT HIS SOUL! I abandoned Dean in Purgatory! I tried to become God by swallowing millions of souls! It's my fault the Leviathan were released on this earth!" he barreled on, and swiped the plate of eggs he slaved over onto the floor, smashing the plate and spewing eggs all over the rug.
"I. RUIN. EVERYTHING!" he whirled around to face me, his dirty trench coat whipping from the force. I flinched and tried to shrink as small as possible in my seat, silent tears rolling down my cheeks. Castiel slammed his fists on the table and got into my face, his eyes angry slits. "And YOU! You laughable excuse for a human! You aren't going to last a minute out there! Don't you tell me I'm a good person! I don't want to be human! I don't want to be anything close to you!" he spat the last word out, and stood up, remaining still for a moment, eyes squeezed shut. His eyes popped open, a look of disappointed realization flashed on his face, and he ran away to who-knows-where.
I cried. Partly from the trauma of being yelled at so violently by the former angel, but also for Castiel himself. I couldn't imagine feeling the amount of guilt and heartbreak he did. And for having to adjust to being an entirely different creature than the one he had been for what I could assume was for millennia. I grabbed a rag and began to clean up the eggs off the rug. A minute later Dean walked in.
He looked at me for a moment, confusion on his face. "Why is there a broken plate of eggs on the floor?" he asked. Something in me snapped. I threw the rag down and was consumed with anger I didn't know I had. I strode up to Dean and punched him in the chest. Hard.
"Hey! What was that for?" He asked and dodged another punch. "Ellie?!"
"Castiel tore into me for a good five minutes!" I shrieked, and tried to hit him again. "He said all of this horrible stuff that he did that I can hardly begin to understand! About rescuing Sam from Hell without his soul and trying to become God and I don't know what else!" I made contact with his sternum this time. Dean made a strangled yelp and stepped back, but I moved forward and kept right on screaming. "He is full of so much guilt and sadness and pure heartbreak that he doesn't know how to deal with and none of you will help him! He feels like he lets you guys down with everything he does!" I continue.
My voice lowers, and I stop trying to punch the living daylights out of him. "Especially you, Dean. Especially you. He doesn't know how to be human. He's trying so hard. You gotta realize that he is desperate for your help, your approval. He's hurting, Dean. And a few minutes ago he took it all out on me. You should have heard the things he said. About me. About himself." I walk away to head back to my room.
I glanced around the doorway one last time. "Help him out, Dean. He needs you." I finish and walk away.
"Cas?...Cas?...Castiel?!" Dean shouted, walking through the hallways searching for his fallen friend.
"I am in here..." Castiel mumbled.
Dean threw open the bathroom door to reveal Castiel lying in the bathtub rubbing his temples.
"What are you doing in the bathtub?" Dean asked as he sat on the toilet seat and faced his friend.
"I wanted privacy." Castiel answered in his matter-of-fact way. "It is hard to completely loathe yourself in front of others. And, I have developed a headache."
"Okay...how long have you been in here?" Dean inquired.
"Long enough." Castiel answered plainly, dropping his hands in his lap.
Dean rolled his eyes. "What happened with Ellie back there?" Dean asked, sighing and shaking his head.
Castiel hung his head. "She was teaching me how to make scrambled eggs. After we were done, she asked me how I became human. I took out all of my newly-intensified anger and self-loathing upon her when she was trying to comfort me." he sadly replied.
Suddenly his eyes filled up with tears. Castiel became quite bewildered. "And now I am crying...this feels horrible...it's a lot worse than I thought it would be." He stated, and feverishly rubbed at his eyes.
Dean let out a harsh laugh. "Yeah. Crying sucks. You get used to it soon enough." He replied. "If it makes you feel any better, Ellie screamed at me for some time. And punched me in the sternum." Dean said, trying to make Castiel smile. Castiel wouldn't even look at him.
Dean looked up at the ceiling. "God, I hate chick-flick moments..." he whispered, his voice strained. "Cas, look. It's not your fault. Uh, I've forgotten how everything affected you since I've been taking care of Sam after the trials. That's on me. I should be helping you figure out how to be human. How to deal with emotions, physical pain, and stuff like that. Er, even though I don't do a very good job of that myself. Everybody else I know didn't have to learn since they weren't a celestial being for thousands of years before." he said. "I'll be a better friend..."
Castiel looked at Dean. "Dean, you have always been an exceptional friend. You are loyal, and smart, and do anything for the people that matter to you."
Castiel let a breath out of his nose. "I should not have yelled at Ellie. She is trying to adjust to this life as well. I must apologize at once." he said and stood up and stepped out of the bathtub.
"Thank you, Dean." Castiel said and placed his hand on Dean's shoulder.
Dean smiled back. "You're welcome, Cas."
I definitely needed to clear my head. I ended up finding a library filled to the brim with books. They were filled with tons of information on stuff that I assumed had to do with what Dean, Sam, and Kevin "hunted". After searching for a while I found one whose pictures weren't too scary and sat down against a shelf to flip through the tattered pages. It was in some language I could only assume was long dead.
"Elaine?" Came from the doorway.
I jumped. "Oh! Hi...Cas." I awkwardly greeted him.
"Hello." He replied, not meeting my eyes. "May I sit with you?"
"Of course." I reply, and Castiel rigidly sat down next to me. He stared at his hands for a moment, before taking a deep breath. He looked at me with his pleading gaze.
"Elaine. I am so sorry that I shouted at you. You deserved none of it and I am a terrible excuse for a human if I hurt the few friends that I have. Getting used to all of these emotions is quite difficult. I had emotions before, but they were simpler. Anger, sadness, joy. Now I experience a multitude of them, and it is as if they are magnified. And all of the physical sensations are difficult too. I'm hot, I'm cold, and I'm hungry and thirsty ALL the time. I can feel physical pain. But, that is not an excuse, and I understand if you never forgive me..." he apologized. His eyes grew wide again. "Do...do you still consider me a friend?" he asked, his voice suddenly squeaking out.
I smiled. "Yep. I still do. And I already have forgiven you. Friends sometimes fight, but they forgive each other eventually. That's what friends do." I reassured the formal angel. "What you are going through is unfathomable. And I totally understand how hard emotions are to deal with. And yours are brand new! And, getting used to dealing with temperature and hunger would be hard too. I think that we can both help each other get used to our current situation, whaddya say?" I proposed.
Cas smiled to himself. "I would appreciate that very much, Elaine. Thank you. You are one of the most compassionate humans I have seen. And I have watched millions go by. Seventeen years ago, when I watched you being born, I knew you would be special. And to have been able to meet you has been extraordinary. You are quite the individual, Elaine."
I chuckled. "Thank you, Castiel." I held up the open book and pointed to the scribbles on the page. "What language is this?" I asked.
Castiel replied without hesitation. "Enochian." He said. "Extremely old, and my favorite language. It's the language of the angels."
"Can you translate something for me?" I ask, and hand him the book.
He studied the cover for a moment. "This happens to be a book of Enochian proverbs...interesting." He commented and began to flip through the pages.
I studied Castiel's face as he skimmed. He was deep in thought, and his eyes were lit up with excitement.
"Ah!" He exclaimed. "This is a good one!" He said.
"You are always changing. Do not get used to one form of yourself, for you cannot experience the next without letting go of the prior." He read, and then sighed.
"That sure hits close to home, huh?" I asked.
"Yes." Castiel replied. "I was an angel for millennia. It will be hard to move on. But, humans were always my very favorite creatures. I used to watch them from Heaven for days on end. Everything from getting married to getting coffee. Humans are a truly fascinating race. It will take time, but eventually I will be proud to be one." Castiel said with a small smile.
I smiled back. "In the meantime, do you want to look at more books? Can you translate other languages besides Enochian?" I asked and stood up to find some more reading material.
Castiel stood as well. "I know every language ever spoken on Earth. I'll be able to translate anything." He answered.
"Sweet." I said and began pulling more books off the shelves.