Chapter 1:
Things were hitting the fan for the Avengers, something was wrong with the world and it all started when Thor crash landed into the tower. Black smoke in the sky and the weather going 180 degrees of crazy. If Steve hadn't known better he would have thought it was biblical apocalypse, but this kind of thing has been happening on and off for a while, ever since the alien attack of New York. Most scientists thought it had something to do with ripping a hole in space/time in the sky and letting aliens poor onto the Earth. And for a while everyone thought this a good answer, hopefully the weather would even out like a woman on an irregular balance or something.
That was until the Sun started to fade, like it was dying, only to be revived in a moments notice. And it wasn't even just New York with these weird occurrences, the whole world experienced it too.
"It was two entities, powerful, more than I and Loki, more than anything we have ever experienced. They were swirled together in a sort of dance, and I unknowingly got into their path. The light pushed me and I ended up here. I was further down your country. I feel both unsettled and honoured." Thor explained for the inquiries his friends have bombarded with.
And that's how Fury and Coulson came to sitting at the Avenger's table trying to figure out what this all meant for human kind. Of course the two agents were holding back most likely important information that the heroes will need to know in the long run.
"Do you know where it could have come from?" Natasha asked Thor after frustration of trying to break her bosses.
"The light, I have heard stories about, but the Shadow, it evades me." Thor said. "The light could only be known as your Judeo-Christo God." This sent a shock through the others.
"So, you're telling me that capital 'G' God ran you over?" Tony snorted. "And say this is true, and might actually be crazier than anything we have ever dealt with before. How exactly are we supposed to deal with it?"
"You get help us recruit three people." Fury stated. He pulled out three folders from the inside of his cloak, two were probably as thick or thicker than Barton's and Natasha's personal files. The third one was incredibly thin and also paper clipped to one of the other folders.
"Dean and Samuel Winchester are brothers, a long list of credit card schemes that are traced back to their father since the oldest, Dean, was five years old. Dean doesn't have too much history, other than his illegal one, high school dropout, was one of the FBI's most wanted a few times, have died both literally and not-so much other four times. His brother Sam has a similar sheet, except he had a scholarship to Stanford and almost finished Pre-Law, vanished when his apartment and girlfriend went up in flames. The only known thing the brothers possess is their father's old Chevy Impala." Coulson ran through the information. "They live off of Diners and Motel rooms, well until recently. They seem to have made their own Headquarters somewhere in Lebanon, Kansas."
"And the last folder?" Clint held up the thin one, opening it up to show a picture of a dark haired, fair skinned man with bright blue eyes.
"Jimmy Novak, a church-going family man. Had a wife and a daughter, but then he mysteriously left one night. The wife is dead and the daughter used to be in foster care, but she has dropped off the map. Mr. Novak has been seen with the Winchesters and seems to be very cared about by the oldest." Fury said. "We only need Dean and Jimmy, but the three are tighter than a family, you can't leave anyone out."
"Anything else?" Natasha asked, already stepping away from the table.
"Jimmy Novak maybe inhuman." Coulson stated, looking at Pietro and Wanda. "So you two should approach him first, and be careful, they are highly armed and won't hesitate to shoot first."
Sam's life has been just so amazing. God and Amara have left and his mom is back from the dead. So why did the fates have to rain on that.
"What the heck happened, Dean? Cas?" Sam asked, looking down at the smaller fourteen year olds whole looked up with their wide 'innocent' eyes and bewildered faces.
"I don't know, Sam. We were just…. organizing a closet and a bottle of who-knows-what smashed on our heads." Dean shrugged.
"More like scoping out terran." Sam looked pointedly at Castiel's collarbone, which stuck out of his too-big shirt showing off a few hickies.
"No, that happened after the liquid spilt." Dean defended.
"Whatever, just go get a shower, me and mom will go out and grab you guys clothes that will fit." Sam said, grabbing the keys, Mary was already outside in the car.
Dean looked at Castiel with a glint in his eyes, licking his lips at the prospect of being alone with his angel. He shrugged off his drooping black tee as Castiel did the same with his white one. Their bodies looked the same as they did a few hours ago, just shrunken down to the size and proportionality of fourteen year olds. Same tattoos and scars. Except when Castiel turned around to through his shirt on the chair with Dean's, the hunter got an eye full of black wings folded against Cas's back.
Dean knew that Castiel didn't really get his wings back when he found his grace from Metatron. They were more like completely destroyed versions of his original wings. But these, the ones one his back, pure black, strong, and solid. These looked new. These looked like a gift from god. These were a gift from God. And the more Dean thought about it, how he and Castiel were looking for a dustpan in a chemical closet, when everyone knew that it was under the bathroom sink on the main floor. Chuck was probably the reason why they were pint sized too.
It didn't stop the human from reaching out and caressing the appendages with the pads of his fingers. He watched as the feathers trembled under his touch, his angel turning around with a light blush. They were so consumed in each other that they didn't feel the whoosh of wind scatter a few loose papers, or notice that two unknown personages were in the same room as them.
Pietro watched as two kids, barely teenagers embraced each other in a kiss that spoke of a life lived longer than what they both looked. He watched as black wings unfurled from the one's back and curling around the teens, as if sensing what it's owner did not.
Wanda looked at Pietro with a confused tilt. Her magic sweeping over the whole bunker, able to do so from inside. The only two living beings in the whole of the bunker was those two, and they were Dean and Jimmy, thirty year olds. She shrugged and walked over to the teens making out.
"Are you Jimmy Novak and Dean Win-" Wanda stopped do to a pistol pointed straight between her eyes as the blonde one turned around, the other, the one with wings held out a silver blade. Wanda could feel power pulsing from the shining metal.
"Who are you? How did you get-" Dean gasped as a white-silver light shot between him and the woman and stole his gun and Castiel's knife from their hands, a man, the same age as the woman, held the weapons out. "What the hell are you?"
"My name is Wanda Maximoff, and this is my twin, Pietro. We are to talk, not to hurt you." Wanda explained, hands up in a non offensive way.
"They appear to be telling the truth." Jimmy stated, or Wanda's magic indicated that he was Jimmy, and the other, the blonde, was Dean. "And they don't have weapons on themselves, other than the girl's mind-power/telekinetics and the boy's abnormal speed."
"So, monsters?" Dean murmured.
"No, humans born with the ability to crack into a little more brain power than your species usually can." Jimmy stated. Wanda started to blush a bit, realising the teens were still shirtless. She didn't know how the kid knew all about her and her brother, but it seemed to calm the other, so she didn't quite care. "KInd of like Kevin and the tablets, human, just special."
"Oh." Dean nodded. "So we trust them?"
"Not in the slightest, just see what they have to say." Jimmy replied, glancing back at the twins, as if this was their cue.
"We need your help, the world is in danger."