Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except the annoying one in the pixie-cut.
Spoilers: Like, everything. 1 through 5 and all that crazy jazz.
AN: I am a bad, bad person. I have stuff on hold, and four different fics that I owe a few chapters to (plus a reading list as long as my arm) and here I am starting a new fic. I am the worst author on the face of this earth.
1 - New Kid on the Block
So, apparently, when your best angel buddy heads back up into Heaven to keep order he gets a bunch of less important angels to send hither and thither and basically treat as a pack of set PA's (and as Sam said, so long ago, they're kinda like slaves).
Also, Cas seems to have grown a few decency bones while he was down here and still cares about what happens to Dean.
Awesome.
Turns out, not so much. Cas cares so much, it seems, that he's sent down one of his little PA/slave/less-holy-than-moi angels to keep an eye on Dean for him.
The one he's sent is Achira (that's ah-CHEE-rah, if you're wondering – personally, Dean thinks it sounds a little too much like achiri, which are about the frigging creepiest kind of demon you could find) and she's new. Like, really new. We're talking fresh-out-of-the-box, never-seen-the-earth, OMG-what's-with-all-the-humans new. Cas sent him a baby angel.
(Dean will later discover that Chi is, in fact, just shy of seven-hundred. But, you know, still. Baby in angel years.)
In any case, he's got her. She's not too bad, really. It's a little alarming, at first, for Lisa and Ben to have an angel popping in and out of the house at all hours of the day – especially with first entrance she made…right through the flat-screen – but they're adapting admirably. Ben finds it kinda funny, actually. Mostly because Chi? Sucks at flying. Or if you're going to be more precise about it, she hasn't quite nailed the landing part yet.
"After seven-hundred years of practice?" Dean asks incredulously.
"Yes, but I wasn't corporeal then!" Chi tells him earnestly. "I can land perfectly when I'm disembodied!"
Of course. Makes perfect sense.
This leads onto Chi's vessel. Picture college age, pixie-cut brown hair and the sort of face that makes you think 'Why is Dakota Fanning in my living room?'
"Oh," Chi tells them with a wave of one small hand, "Lillian. She's gone. Said I could take the vessel and then took off upstairs. Coma, you know. The body can breathe on its own, but that's about it."
Uh-huh.
Creepy.
It gets better.
Chi's body is basically her own. She's alone in there. What this means is that the five senses belonging to that body are hers, too. Dean's not sure if this ever happened to Cas (mostly because he's not sure where Jimmy is in all of this – dead? Alive? Exploded?) But if it did, Dean didn't see it. 'It' is a previously non-corporeal creature getting up close and personal with humanity.
Boy howdy.
It's like a whirlwind hit the kitchen, face-planted the TV and is currently making sweet celestial love to Lisa's back garden. The freesias will never be the same again.
"I think we better leave her to it," Dean mutters, drawing Lisa away from her ruined flowerbed.
Two hours later Chi flutters inside smelling like flowers and thisclose to glowing from the inside. She looks blissed out and has a wide dopey smile on her face.
When Dean checks on the garden, instead of a nicely tamed little patch of suburban and a relatively orderly flowerbed there is a scene out of a children's picture book.
The flowering cherry sapling isn't a sapling anymore and is flowering out of season, the freesias now cover a crescent of the lawn big enough to park the Impala on and the back fence has disappeared completely under the combined onslaught of at least three colors of climbing rose, jasmine, ivy and something Dean's pretty sure is honeysuckle. There are unruly lavender hedges. There are red hot pokers. Bird of paradise. Daffodils. Tulips. Sunflowers. Flowers and plants and shrubbery Dean doesn't have names for.
The undergrowth rustles.
Dean looks down.
A badger peers up the length of its striped nose at him.
"Holy crap," says Dean.
Over his shoulder in the kitchen, he can hear Chi apologizing for ruining Lisa's flowers.
"But it's alright now," the baby angel says.
Lisa looks up at him as he walks back in. She raises her eyebrows in a silent question.
Dean nods.
He'll show her in the morning. It'll be worth the look on her face.
AN: There's actually a little bit more of it if anyone's interested.
