Title: The Pure Ones

Anime/TV Show: Simoun/Supernatural

Pairing Warnings: Each chapter varies, but here's the major pairing warnings for the future: Straight, Crossover Straight, Yuri, Crossover Yuri, Yaoi, Possible Crossover Yaoi, Incest, Wincest (they have to kiss to pilot a simoun, but they aren't really together), and Possible Angelcest

This Chapter's Pairing: AaeruXLilith

Chapter 1

(Note: this I set in an alternate universe in Simoun AND in Supernatural, but the Supernatural part is season four episode 1 where he gets out of hell. Where Bobby says, "Then you're a revermen!" I think I spelled revermen wrong. Just tell me how it's spelled and I'll fix it later.)

She walked the walk of shame to speak with Guragief and Anubituf, the captains of the Arcus Prima. Her long, wavy, dark pink hair flowed behind her as the wind tossed it about. She couldn't meet any of the mechanics' eyes, which were full of pity and possibly even scorn. It is possible that she, herself, is the cause of all of the deaths in the skies. So many sibyllae were lost today. Everyone was losing hope, as this was a battle that they could not win despite their technological advances.

'What am I going to do?' the sibylla, Neviril, thought. 'I am the last one in Chor Tempest. We need to reform it again as soon as we can, but I don't think it's possible anymore.'

She used to be the Sibylla Aurea, which meant that she was the best Auriga, and treated with high respect. With all of these deaths, and her being the only one to escape, though… people only referred to her as Sibylla Neviril, now.

"Sibylla Neviril," Waporif, a mechanic with long black hair asked respectfully, "Are you okay?" Neviril stopped walking. She didn't meet his eyes, and stared straight ahead, where all of the other workers also refused to meet hers.

"I don't know how to answer that. I only know that it would be professional of me to say that I'm required to be. What else can I do? I have no time to grieve for the lost. We need new sibyllae, and I am to recruit them to protect Simulacrum to the best of our ability. More than anything, I have to at least make it appear that I have faith left. If I have none to show, we'll never win. It's a lost cause." She started walking again, leaving him feeling depressed, as there was nothing he could do for her.

.X.O.X.O.X.

All he could remember at first was harsh light that he couldn't look away from, and the screams of hundreds of demons being slaughtered in hell. When he dug his way out of his grave, he saw the forest surrounding his place of burial had been obliterated. He found his way to Bobby's to let him know that he had escape, somehow, and that his body had been restored.

Dean smiled slowly at Bobby, his eyes filled with hope and innocence.

"Surprise." He said. Bobby stared at him like his was a lunatic.

"I… I don't…"

"Yeah, me neither." Dean said, walking into the house. "But here I am." At that moment, Bobby grabbed a knife and aimed at Dean's face. Dean grabbed his arm. "Bobby!" he was knocked away from him. "BOBBY! It's me!"

"My ass!" Bobby didn't believe him and came at him again, and Dean put a chair between them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!" Dean held up a hand as if it would help him. "You're name is Robert Stephen Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed. You're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby… it's me." he slowly stood up straight, Bobby looking at him with a bewildered expression. He slowly walked over to Dean and touched his shoulder, and then tried to stab his face again. "I'm not a shapeshifter!"

"Then you're a revermen!" Dean managed to toss Bobby away from him, causing the older man to stumble before catching his balance.

"Alright. If I was either, could I do this with a silver knife?" he pushed up his sleeve, hating that he was going to have to do this to prove it. He sighed, looking at his harms before he slowly cut into it. Bobby couldn't believe it.

"…Dean?"

"It's what I've been tryin' to tell ya…" his answer came out a whisper. He walked over to Bobby, who gasped a few times and then embraced him, so happy to see that he was alive. It was unreal.

"It's… it's good to see ya, boy." He started to smile.

"Yeah, me too."

"But… how did you bust out?"

"I don't know. I just uh… woke up in a—" Bobby threw holy water in his face just to make sure one more time. Dean let it drip off his face for several seconds before spitting out some of the water that got in his mouth while he was speaking. "I'm not a demon either, you know." he was frustrated, but didn't snap at Bobby. He knew that this was too good to be true.

"Sorry," his uncle had a sheepish expression on his face. "Can't be too careful."

Not that long later, the same happens with his brother Sam. Sam stared at him for a long time before Dean said,

"Hey, Sammy." He walked into the room, and Sam immediately tried to stab him and was pulled off of Dean by Bobby.

"Who are you?!" Sam demanded.

"Like, you didn't do this?!" Dean yelled. He and Bobby assumed that he made a deal to get Dean out of hell.

"Do what?!"

"It's him! It's him, Sam!" Bobby said. "I've been through this already, it's really him!"

"What…" the younger Winchester couldn't find the words.

"I know." Dean said. "I look fantastic, huh?" he joked, trying to break the ice with his usual sense of humor. Sam didn't answer. He just hugged him, another part of his heart breaking knowing that Dean is really here with him after these long four months of wishing him alive.

Later, Dean met the one who rescued him, but he isn't as grateful as he was disturbed and confused.

Dean and Bobby sat in a heavily decked-out room covered in symbols, as they didn't know what the thing that saved Dean was. They just needed answers.

"Are you sure you did the ritual right?" Dean asked, poking the table he sat on with a knife. Bobby gave him a look. "Sorry… touchy, touchy, huh?" after saying that, the panels on the roof started slamming as if the wind was rough and wild. They watched it, worried. "Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind…" all of the lights in the room burst one by one. They ducked their heads to avoid the shattering glass. The heavy doors opened, and a man wearing a trench coat calmly walk through them as if he was invincible and had no reason to worry. Dean and Bobby started shooting at him, which didn't appear to be working. Dean picked up his knife when the man reached him. "Who are you?"

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." The man said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah… thanks for that." The man smiled a bit. Dean felt that he was clearly evil, so he thought of it as a smirk. He stabbed the man, which also didn't work. Dean couldn't believe it. The man then pulled out the knife without feeling any pain. The man dropped it on the floor with a CLANG. Bobby looked as spooked as Dean. He tried to attack the man with a crowbar, but the man grabbed it and put his fingers to Bobby's head, making him go to sleep. He looked at the Winchester sympathetically, and Dean looked at him with fear.

"We need to talk, Dean." He glanced at Bobby. "Alone." Dean stayed with Bobby's body, assuming the worst. "Your friend is alive."

"Who are you?" Dean asked accusingly.

"Castiel."

"Yeah, I figured that much. I mean what are you?" Castiel looked up from what he was doing to look Dean in the eye.

"I'm an angel of the Lord." Dean slowly stood up, their staring contest never broken.

"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing."

"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith." Thunder and lightning clashed outside so that Dean could watch fearfully as the shadow of Castiel's wings spreading out shown behind him for a moment. He tried to make him believe, even if just for a moment. Dean stared at him silently for a moment before speaking.

"Some angel you are. You burned that poor woman's eyes." He was referring to poor Pamela, who had tried to get a peek at the angel.

"I warned her not to spy on my true form." Castiel sounded like he regretted what happened. "It can be… overwhelming to humans. So can my real voice. You already knew that."

"You mean the gas station and the hotel." They had been destroyed. All of the windows were shattered, and the lights were ruined. "That was you talking?" this didn't bode well at all. Castiel nodded.

"Buddy, next time, lower the volume."

"It was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them… I was wrong."

"And what visage are you in now? A holy tax accountant?"

"This, this is a vessel."

"You're possessing some poor bastard?"

"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."

"Look pal, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?" Castiel tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"I told you."

"Right… and why would an angel… rescue me from hell?" the angel walked closer to him, invading his personal space.

"Good things do happen, Dean."

"Not in my experience."

"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved…"

"Why'd you do it?"

"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."

.X.O.X.O.X.

Forty 'Earth years' ago, little Aaeru, only five-years-old, walked into a quiet park all alone. Her tiny blonde pigtails swayed as she moved. She stopped to sit in the sandbox and sighed. She didn't care if her grandfather wouldn't be happy that she had gotten her white dress dirty doing this. In a way, even so young, she was already becoming rebellious. What was she rebelling against, though?

Another tiny blonde with long, wild blonde curls down to her waist and big blue eyes walked over to her. She was assumed to be the same age as Aaeru, and looked like a harmless, porcelain doll.

"What are you looking for?" the little girl asked.

"Looking for? I'm just sitting…" Aaeru replied, looking up at the other girl. "Are you alone too?"

"You might say that."

"I don't have many friends my age. Grandfather and I move around a lot, so I don't get to know people."

"I'll sit with you then, and get to know you to your face." Aaeru made a face. The way the new girl had phrased that came out funny. "You're Aaeru. Your grandfather is angry with God because your grandmother and parents died by the hands of things that go bump in the night. You watched them go, and so now he's a hunter, trying to find God himself to give him what for." Aaeru's green eyes widened.

"Why do you know those things?" she trembled a little bit, wishing to have never let the girl sit down.

"I know everything about everyone, and everything there is to know." The blue-eyed girl said confidently. "I'm Lilith." Lilith extended her tiny hand, waiting for Aaeru to shake it. Aaeru slowly raised her hand, wondering if she was okay to be around, and Lilith grabbed her hand with both of her hands and shook her hand vigorously, making Aaeru yelp. "Oh, we're gonna be such great friends, you and I! I already know I like you!" she was overly excited. Aaeru managed to jerk her hand away and held it close to her, still shocked by the introductions they had shared. "So, what can I do for little Aaeru?" she said, very sure of herself.

"I don't think you can help me. And we can't get to know each other for long. Grandfather will want us to leave soon."

"I can find you. Trust me." the way Lilith said it was too sweet. Aaeru gulped. Was this one of the people that Grandfather had said was referred to as a 'stranger' and shouldn't be spoken with? Should she run away? "Plus, you seem sad. I don't like sad people. Smile, smile, smile~! I can make aaaaaaaaaaal your dreams come true~."

"Doubt that. I want to find God as much as Grandfather does, at this point. It hasn't been long since he started training me, and I'm not ready to go alone… but…"

"But?"

"But I want to try anyway." Lilith leaned in close to the other tiny girl, invading her space.

"You'll find God if you trust in me."

"I don't think there is a God. It's just that—"

"You wanna punch the meanie in the face?"

"Kinda…"

"You'll find God. You will. But not today. Not even soon. And to find him, you have to go with me."

"How do I go with you? More like, I shouldn't still be here! Grandfather warned me about tricky people! I'm leaving." Aaeru was a few feet away when Lilith said,

"All it takes is a kiss." Aaeru turned around.

"Huh?"

"It's magical. I grant wishes, and get things in return."

"…What would I need to give? Just a kiss? Why would you want one of those?"

"No, the kiss is like signing a contract. What I want is for you to come with me immediately."

"And not tell Grandfather?"

"You wouldn't have time to tell him before I whisk you away." Aaeru felt nervous.

"What happens when I go with you?"

"You wait until the release date, and then you go to your destiny."

"Destiny?"

"Destiny."

"Released from what?"

"You'll see. You're the only contract that will ever have an intended release date. It's in the plan." Aaeru walked over to her and sat beside Lilith again.

"Will Grandfather be alright?"

"I don't see why not. This doesn't involve him. Rather, it's aaaaaaal about you. Just kiss me if you want this." Lilith waited for her answer.

"…If I say yes, can you kiss me instead?"

"Say it, then." Aaeru hesitated, and then said it.

"Yes." Lilith leaned in close and closed the gap between their lips, sealing the deal.

Suddenly, Aaeru's body felt hot, and Lilith was gone. She didn't know where she was. She was strapped down to a table.

"Where am I?" she said, her voice filled with fear. She struggled against the restraints. "Where's Lilith?"

Someone walked into the room. Considering that this was hell—the hell—she could see the creatures' real faces. They entered the room with several objects of torture.

"Well, little Aaeru… let's get started." Said Alastair.

.X.O.X.O.X.

This is going to be continued, don't worry. Please review if you want more, and if you haven't ever seen Simoun, go watch it, okay?