Elementals
Summary:
When the Winchester brothers and their angelic friend, Castiel, come across an angel, under Raphael's command, wielding a weapon of ancient power, it sends the trio on a quest to locate the four Elemental beings. With the Guardian of the Elementals as their companion, the group fight against dangerous powers, an egotistical archangel with a complex and against Time itself to stop Man-kind being wiped off the face of the planet and before the world they know plunges into chaos.
Author's Note: I originally started this already, but after looking it over, I felt as though it didn't flow right. This story is bound to have five parts to it, the first four centered around saving the Elementals and retrieving their weapons from the angels wielding them (Titled Water, Earth, Air and Flame) and the fifth being centered around the group trying to stop Raphael.
This is a long work in progress, and with the Prologue excluded the chapters will probably be a steady six thousand to ten thousand words each. The prologue has a lot of dialogue, but it is only an introductory chapter. My Original Character, Kimi, is bound to have odd quirks to her personality, as she has been asleep for many centuries and has not walked amongst Man since before Lucifer's attempt in overthrowing Heaven.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, and this is completely AU after Season Five (with the exception that Sam was pulled out of the cage with his soul intact). This is nothing against the past two, nearly three, Seasons, it just works with the story layout.
Elementals
The Prologue
The Guardian
Centuries before the dawn of Man. Ages before the creation of the Celestial beings. When Time itself had not yet been born. It was the Age of the World. It was the Age she watched over, observing as her four charges helped mold this new world in their Father's name. She watched as the free-spirited Gale danced through the skies, shaping clouds and changing direction whenever desired. She watched the disastrous Flame spewed from the core of this world, molding landscapes that have yet to be created, and calling upon the warmth of the distant Sun to shine warmth onto the surface. She watched as the Sea undulated in a majestic grace, waters carving their way through the masses of landscape, the bitter salt seeping to refreshingly clear. She watched as the powerful Earth shattered and shifted, pushing large mountain chains higher as it rips beautiful crevasses through the heart of the land.
She watched over the Age of the World, watching her four charges as they created the majesty of it all. Plants and various vegetation sprang from seedlings and sprouts. As animals were molded and created. She watched as Gale gripped seeds and danced for miles, watching the seeds land as they fall, spreading the beauty of nature. She watched as the Sea and Flame fought, creating more land as Earth and Gale continued to lavish the landscapes with beauty and grace.
It was only a matter of time before their Father created more beings. The Celestial beings came to be first. With wings of enchanting beauty and the servitude toward their Father, they were named Angels. The Four were pleased to have more friends. Flame blessed Father's eldest Celestial with a sword. Gale blessed the Second Celestial with the Call. The Third and Fourth declined the gifts presented, leaving the Sea and Earth baffled and hurt. More were created, of course, and soon the Heavens were filled with warriors.
Warriors that were not overly fond of their Father's next creation; the Dawn of Man. As Man, thrown from the paradise of Eden, were given the world we all strove so hard and long to create, egos were tarnished and jealousy raged in the hearts of the Celestial beings. As War and Chaos spread across the Heavens, the Guardian knew it was time to take the Four and hide them. Removing her charges from Heaven, the Guardian watched as the Third was banished with his followers into the very domain Flame had created. As the sword Flame created had not been made to strike at another Celestial, the Guardian removed the Sword of Flames from the First and returned it to its creator. Leaving behind the Heavens, the Guardian followed the Four and disappeared amongst Man.
The Guardian watched as Flame settled at the Core of Man. The Sea settled in the East. Gale disappeared in the North. Earth fading to the West. Knowing they were safe and hidden for now, the Guardian drifted into a peaceful slumber, hoping to never have to be woken up.
Dean Winchester groans as he, his brother and their angel companion appear in the hotel room. His injuries were not bad, not compared to the head shot Sam had received, nor compared to the amount of blood gushing from Castiel. He did not like being caught off guard, especially against an angel wielding a weapon the Winchester brothers had never come across in all the years of hunting the supernatural. Castiel, with a hand pressing against his abdomen, drops himself uncharacteristically into a chair, Dean immediately seeking out the first aid kit.
"Alright, Cas, what the hell was that?" Dean asks as he kneels beside his friend, a warm, damp hand towel pressing against the angel's wound.
"The Scythe of the Enchantress," Castiel's low, gravely voice answers, hisses of pain tainting his words.
"The Enchantress?" Sam questions as he presses a cloth to the cut on his forehead.
Nodding curtly, Castiel winces as Dean wraps the wound firmly, the knowledge that the angel's wound would heal soon keeping them from stitching it shut, "The Enchantress of the Sea. One of the four beings that hosts the Essence of the Elementals."
"What the hell is an Elemental, and why are they out to kill us?" Dean asks as he stands, tossing the crimson-stained rag into the nearby trash can.
"The Scythe was not wielded by the Enchantress, but one of my Brethren. I have a feeling Raphael is tampering with powers far beyond his control," Castiel murmurs, his brow knitting thoughtfully, "The Scythe, the Sword, the Bow and the Staff. If they fall into the wrong hands, the world as we know it would cease to exist."
"Cas," Sam's words manage to bring the angel out of his thoughts, "What is an Elemental?"
"Elementals embody the very Essence of Nature itself. The Progeny of Flame. The Enchantress of the Sea. The Hunter of Earth. The Majesty of the Skies. They were the very first beings created by God, created to mold and shape the world to His vision. The weapons they wielded ages ago can wreak havoc across the world. A new age of Man, Man created in Raphael's vision, would take place a the new sub-species. Every trace of the old age of Man would be wiped off the planet," Castiel pauses as he take in the widening of the brothers' eyes, "He could very well reshape the world itself."
"He'd make himself a God," Sam summarizes.
"What weapons are we talking about here?" Dean questions, his need to know what they were going up against at the forefront of his mind.
"The Sword of the Progeny, once bestowed to Michael before Lucifer's attempt at overthrowing our Father, can rip the very soul of Man apart, denying an afterlife. The Scythe of the Enchantress can grant the abilities to heal, but much like the changing tides, it can cause great devastation. The Bow of the Hunter never misses a target and can kill any being, most likely God, Himself. The Staff of the Majesty can wield deadly storms across the world and bring the very wrath of God into the hearts of Man."
"Great. That's just great. How are we supposed to stop that?" Dean exclaims, cursing the Winchester luck.
Castiel bows his head in thought, "We must seek out the Guardian. The Guardian was the fifth being created by God, created to keep the balance between the Elementals. Though, the Guardian has been asleep for many centuries from what I've heard, and there are only two beings I know of that the Guardian trusted enough with that knowledge." Seeing the curious gleams in the eyes of his human companions, Castiel sighs, "One is Gabriel. The other is an angel named Balthazar."
"So, where are the Elementals? If their weapons are being used, wouldn't they know it?"
Castiel nods as he gingerly stands to his feet, "That is what bothers me the most. If Raphael got his hands on the weapons, then he must have the Elementals somewhere. If the Elemental is killed, the weapon loses it's power."
"We have to kill them?" Sam exclaims in shock.
Shaking his head, Castiel seems offended by the very thought, "No. To kill an Elemental would cause the fragile balance of this world to shatter. No, if anything, Raphael will try to find a way to remove the Essences of the Elementals to gain their power."
"Well," Sam stands to his full height, "Let's find this Balthazar."
Light blue eyes stare at the figure lying unconscious on the bed. The young human female, in her late twenties, is nothing out of the ordinary. Her black-cherry colored hair halos under her head in a pillow of tightly spun curls. Her pale features, a common factor for those born in England, even when awake shows an untainted amount of innocence. He knew this, of course. He watched her, as he had done with every first born throughout the previous generations of her paternal family. He watched the care and devotion she places in everything. He watched as she aged, the harshness of the world unable to penetrate the very depth of her heart and soul.
He wishes above all else that he didn't have to do this. Though it must come to this, he knows that the purity this human carries will grow dark with the chaos that is going to follow.
"He is here somewhere. I can feel it."
Those light blue eyes glance up from the sleeping woman, recognizing the familiar rasped voice he stands from his seat. Exiting the room, he makes his way down a winding staircase, his eyes observing the human vessel of one of his trusted comrades, flanked by two humans, their destinies more important than they could ever realize.
"I wasn't expecting company, but it is definitely good to see you again, old friend."
The other angel looks up, watching as the blonde-haired man arrives at the bottom of the staircase, "Balthazar."
"Cassie," the blonde-haired angel greets warmly before turning to the two humans, "Ah, yes, Sam and Dean Winchester. The three of you are at the top of Raphael's list."
Dean's moss-green eyes darken with mistrust, "Your point?"
Balthazar chuckles humorlessly, "I have made it a point to stay off the angel radar. Just being around the three of you is exposure."
"Balthazar, we need your assistance in locating the Guardian," Balthazar's amicable expression fades at Castiel's words, "We have reason to believe Raphael has somehow captured the Four Elementals. We just recently came across an angel, allied with Raphael, who was wielding the Scythe of the Enchantress."
Balthazar crosses his arms, unsure if this would play in his favor, "As much as I want to believe you, Cassie, I am not entire sure who I should trust."
"Please," Sam pleads, stepping forward, "Castiel said if Raphael finds a way to remove their Essence and use it for himself, the world we know it will disappear. We need the Guardian."
Balthazar's stoic gaze stares at them with deep scrutiny. He wishes it didn't come to this. Nodding his head, he motions for them to follow him up the flight of stairs. Entering the room, Balthazar motions to the sleeping human woman lying on the bed.
"This is the Guardian?" Dean asks in disbelief.
Balthazar smiles softly as he stares at her, "This is the Guardian's true vessel. Much like you were Michael's true vessel."
Reaching up, the blonde angel unclasps the necklace, removing it from his person. All eyes settle on the pendent, entranced as it seems to carry a dim glow, the glow illuminating brighter the closer Balthazar stepped toward the human on the bed. Clasping it around her neck, Balthazar speaks a quick incantation, the glow becoming impossibly bright, causing every person in the room to shield their eyes. As the light fades, the four open their eyes, turning the attention to the slumbering female.
Something felt off. Forcing her eyelids apart, her light hazel eyes staring at the ceiling as the confusing sensation stirs in her chest. Sitting upright, the young woman visibly shrinks back at the sight of four men standing in the room, openly staring at her. The man in the leather jacket thrown over two layers of shirts seems to be uneasy about something, and she has a feeling it had something to do with her. The man next to him stands a few inches taller, his soft brown hair longer and his facial features appear soft with worry. The trench coat wearing man stared at her with a vague sense of curiosity, his gaze an impossible shade of blue. Facing the fourth and final man, she did not recognize anything about his appearance, except for the soft, sky-blue eyes.
She knew those eyes.
"Balthazar?" Confusion taints her accented words, "What's going on?"
The blonde-haired man smiles apologetically, "I had hoped I didn't have to awaken you."
Awaken? Awareness fills her as she stares down at her body. This...human vessel. Pale and small, every feature compact and petite. The lack of energy, the lack of connection. It clicks into awareness and her hazel eyes flash gold with anger, her gaze snapping up to the blonde Celestial being.
"The others?" she murmurs, her naturally raspy voice tilting with the vessel's natural accent, "Something is wrong. It doesn't feel right."
"Raphael appears to have captured the Elementals and granted his most trusted lieutenants their weapons," the blue-eyed stranger answers, watching as recognition flickers, the angry gold haze in her eyes trickling back to her light hazel.
Slowly looking down at her hands, she curls her fingers, flexing the muscles in her hands, "It explains the absence I feel. My connection to them is blocked in some manner."
"So, you being awakened means we can go after Raphael and gank his sorry ass, right?" the green-eyed human questions.
Tilting her head, she stares at him curiously, "I apologize. I'm afraid I am unaware of who you three are."
"I'm Dean Winchester," the green-eyed man states before pointing to the taller man, "This is my brother, Sam, and this is our resident angel, Castiel. What are we supposed to call you?"
Searching for a name, she locates one in the recess of her vessel's mind, "My vessel is named Kimi. To answer your previous question, no. As the Guardian, my first priority is rescuing the Elementals and retrieving their weapons from unworthy hands."
"Wouldn't it be more suited for us to go after Raphael?" Sam asks.
Kimi nods curtly, "It would, but with my connection to the others blocked, I am no more powerful than a sub-ranked Celestial," Seeing a flicker of dissension in Castiel's eyes, she smiles amicably, "It is of no offense, Castiel." Turning her attention to Balthazar, she searches his features for a moment, "Balthazar, do you think you can do some reconnaissance for me? I would like to know what angels are in possession of which weapons."
"Aye, I can do that. What about you?" the blonde angel asks in return.
Pulling her legs over the side of the bed, Kimi runs a hand through her black-cherry colored bangs, "I must locate the Elementals. If this archangel harms them, I fear for what happens to the race of Man."
Pushing herself to her feet, a small noise of surprise leaves her lips as she stumbles forward, unaware of Castiel's grip keeping her from landing on the floor, "I'm sorry. I am unaware of the limitations the human body carries."
"The human body was crafted in a manner that often allows it to push beyond the boundaries of normality," Castiel replies gently, helping her stand upright.
"Well, my best bet is to find the Enchantress," Kimi states as she regains her balance and takes a timid step forward, "The strengthening of my bond with the Enchantress would be ideal."
"Wow, we didn't nearly get our asses handed to us by some angel running around with a dangerous weapon for nothing," Dean cuts in, gaining the Guardian's attention, "Look, Hunting evil creatures is kind of our job. If Raphael is threatening to wipe us off the face of the Earth, we are going to do whatever we can to stop him."
Odd, the Guardian muses inwardly, smiling faintly at the stubborn man before her, "You carry great strength, Dean Winchester. It would be an honor to fight along-side you and your brother."
"Awesome. Now, let's go ruin Raphael's day," Dean announces as if it is a common goal.
A small giggle leaves Kimi's lips. Perhaps, she has been asleep for far too long. She forgot how amusing humans can be.
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