Hey readers!
So it's been a while that I was last on here, and I appologize. Life, man. Life.
I haven't been entirely inactive though. Been stock-piling ideas, gathering information, etc.
This here, is an idea that came to mind last week actually, and I've been itching to get it going- so I figured might as well show I'm not dead -smile-
Keep in mind, this is my very first Supernatural fanfic- and I am going to try my best to keep everyone in character as best possible. First chapter, Bobby is the only canon character to show up, so I hope I done him justice. Let me know, will ya?
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural (If I did- Let me tell ya what- Gabriel? Yeah, that'd be different. Poor baby. And Crowley. Nuff said)
The Original Characters- starting with Jocelyn, Jophiel and Seraphiel- are my own.
xoxo Loki's Winchester
September 2009
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
The young brunette stood in the middle of the wreckage yard, her medium-dark green eyes taking in the scene around her. Turning around to face behind her, she watched as the orange-yellow portal thinned until there was nothing left.
Where was everyone else?
Surely, Seraphiel didn't send her to a new world all on her own? Michael would hurt or kill all those she called family, if it meant getting to her. Seraphiel promised that she would keep her safe, keep all of them safe. Didn't that mean sending them all with her to this new world? Then where-
The sudden cocking of a shotgun grabbed her attention as she froze in place.
"Alrigh- now you're gonna give me a damn good reason for being on my land- and if you so much as try anythin' I'm pepperin your trespassing rear with rock salt- ya hear?"
Rock salt?
"A-are you a hunter or something?" the brunette questioned; her voice femininely soft- something the gruff male behind her wasn't too used to hearing. He watched as her hands slowly rose from her side- as she turned around carefully, as to not spook him.
"Depends on your definition of hunter, girl."
"I think you know exactly the type of hunter I mean," she shot back, an eyebrow lifting in amusement. The hunter eyed her cautiously, still uncertain of who she was and why she was on his land. Only one way to test her from the distance he stood.
"Christo," he spat out, narrowing his brown eyes as he watched her for a reaction.
"Bless you," she smirked," You know, most the time they just fling the holy water."
"Don't think I won't girl."
"Jocelyn. My name is Jocelyn," she sighed, lowering her hands back down to her side," I'm guessing—from the sign over there—that your Singer?"
"Bobby."
"Well, Bobby—am I the only one to… drop by? Or has anyone else—"
"Just you. That I'm aware of. Got more of you comin' or something?"
"Supposed to. The archangel that sent me-"
"Hold it right there. 'Archangel that sent you'?" Bobby questioned, grip tightening on the shotgun.
"Yeah—Seraphiel. She opened a portal and sent me through—I thought she was sending all of us…. I hope she sent all of us…"
"Never heard of an Arch angel with the name Seraphiel. You sure you got the name right?"
"Positive. How much angel lore do you know?"
"Enough."
"You sure?" Jocelyn questioned, a playful smile on her face as her eyes shined," Did you know that when God created the archangels there were a total of seven of them?" Bobby was silent as he processed this. He had only ever read about four archangels—and now this strange girl, who came out of nowhere, was trying to tell him there were three more out there?
"Obviously not. I'm more than happy to give you a short lesson if you'd like?" Jocelyn laughed. Somehow, the happy noise that reached his ears put him at ease—not entirely, but enough to let him lower the shotgun.
"Alrigh then. Come on ya idjit," Bobby said, motioning to the house behind him, before warning her," But don't you think about trying nothing—I'll still pepper your ass with rock salt."
"Deal."
0o0o TimeSkip 0o0o
"So, you telling me—that besides the four we all know, there are also Seraphiel, Raguel and Jophiel? And its this Seraphiel that sent you here? From where?"
"From my world—think of it as another dimension. So far things look similar—but ive only seen from your salvage yard into here—and that's not much to see," Jocelyn explained, standing up from her chair," From what I've learned, God didn't create just one world- but multiple. Not just for fun though, more incase one world failed- he had another to focus his attention on. They all have the same chemical make-up—or at least should. I've never traveled to another one before."
"Then why did'ja now of all times?" Bobby questioned. He noticed the teenage girl's shoulders slacken slightly, as she looked to the floor. A couple minutes passed in silence, before she looked up at him with a slightly solemn expression on her face.
"Because—in my world—there is an archangel that seemingly wants me dead—and Seraphiel promised me she would do whatever it took to keep me safe."
"Let me guess—Lucifer?" Bobby sighed," Unfortunately- the boys just unlocked his cage over here, so you might not be safe here either."
"Luc—God no. Lucifer wouldn't-" Jocelyn shook her head," His older brother—Michael. He's the one that wants to kill me."
"Why in tarnation would Michael want you dead?"
"I- I dunno," Jocelyn hesitated. She had just met the hunter and didn't know who to trust yet. Bobby could understand her unwillingness to tell him. Hell, he wouldn't tell him either. Clearing his throat, he decided to change the subject.
"You said there was supposed to be more of ya that came through that portal?" Jocelyn perked up almost instantly, walking towards his desk.
"Yeah—six others. They're like family to me. Seraphiel seemed to think that Michael would try to kill them too, to get to me somehow. Which is why I was certain she was going to send all of us."
"I'll put out word to other hunters, see if any of them pop up. Give me their details," Bobby offered, grabbing a loose piece of paper and searching his cluttered desk for an ink pen.
0o0o Timeskip 0o0o
"How would you then explain an Earthquake, a hurricane and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?"
"Dang—is that really all happening because Lucifer was let out of his cage?" Jocelyn asked over the rest of the interview, turning her head to face Bobby.
"Sure as shit is. That's only the beginnin' of it too. Things will only get worse. Damned apocalypse anyway," Bobby huffed, shaking his head as he kept his attention on the book in front of him.
"I wonder if that's all happening over in my world, too," Jocelyn pondered softly, her eyes glazing over in thought."
"You got the Winchester idjits over there too?"
"Mmm, not that I'm aware of," Jocelyn shrugged.
"Then the devils probably still in his cage—where he belongs."
"No. He's definitely out and about."
"How you so sure?"
"I uh… I was there. Saw the whole thing. Blinding white light, his voice—everything. To be honest it was quite interesting to witness."
'His voice?' Bobby wondered. Last he knew the only thing people could hear was high-pitched squealing. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the seemingly normal teenage girl sitting across the room from him. The older hunter had given her the run-down of tests- everything from silver to holy water, devils trap to iron. Nothing sent up red-flags. So why was he getting an off-feeling from her? His cell phone ringing beside him brought him out of his thoughts, and he sighed when he saw the name on the screen.
"Yeah?"
Jocelyn looked over her shoulder in curiosity, hoping it was something on her family. Maybe they had been spotted—they were okay—
"Of course I've got books on Angel weapons."
"Yeah yeah- just sit tight. Where you staying, I'll swing by- yes, I'll bring your car, ya idjit. Now address?" After Bobby finished jotting down something on a scrap of paper, he stood up and browsed the books on the shelf behind him.
"Anything I can help with?" Jocelyn offered," When it comes to angels, I'm pretty knowledgeable."
Bobby stopped for a second, as he considered her offer before shaking his head," Nah. Need you to stay here—man the phones while I'm out Besides, Sam and Dean aint the most trusting of new people—especially ones from a different world."
"Alright- I can do that."
'Plus, I just don't know what to think of ya at the moment... something's not right…' Bobby added to himself, closing the book he just took off the shelf and grabbing a set of car keys.
"Just be mindful of which phone you pick up. Other hunters depend on you impersonating the correct department. Be creative if you need to."
"Got it," Jocelyn smiled," Be careful."
"Not much to worry about. Just going to New York. I'll call you on this phone-"Bobby tossed her a spare cell,"-If I hear anything about your family."
"Thanks."
He gave a gruff grunt in response before walking out the door and to a '67 Chevy Impala.
'Oh, nice car,' Jocelyn nodded to herself, appreciation radiating off her of the classic car in such a wonderful condition. After Bobby and the black impala disappeared from sight, Jocelyn turned around and walked back into the house. She stood in the center of the office- as she took to calling it- and closed her eyes, thinking back to the last moment she remembered from her world. What her Seraphiel, her guardian angel, had told her- before pushing her through the portal.
"You'll be disoriented- but just take some time to get a grasp on your surroundings. Then, when you feel that you've calmed down—find me. Find that worlds Seraphiel. She'll know what to do—she has to. Without her, you'll be a walking target for Michael—and any other angel that is under his command. Find somewhere you feel safe and then just call for me— She'll show up."
"Are you certain? What if she doesn't?"
"Joss. She will. I always listen to the humans—she will to. If she doesn't answer at first, grab her attention. Tell her our secret, tell her of that little detail—she will definitely show up then. That? That is what will connect a Seraphiel from any world."
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Jocelyn closed her eyes and called out," Seraphiel?"
Nothing. No flutter of wings. No feeling of ease. She opened her green eyes and looked towards the sky that lay beyond the house.
"Seraphiel please. I need you—I don't entirely know why, but you promised you'd show up when I called."
Minutes ticked by, highlighted by the constant tic-tic-tic of the clock on the wall. Still, no flutter of wings.
"Seraphiel please," Jocelyn pleaded, swallowing the lump in her throat—knowing that any angel could hear her pleas—and that put her in potential danger. There was only one thing left to do. "Seraphiel, I call to you, as the vessel holding your sister- Jophiel- please, hear me-"
"I hear you, child."
Jocelyn opened her eyes and regarded the other woman in the room with her. Her wavy raven hair and blue eyes was a huge contrast to the auburn hair and bright green eyes that she was used to.
"At first, when I felt her grace, I thought I was imagining things. It's been so long since I felt my sister's presence," Seraphiel cocked her head to the side as she looked at the brunette across from her," But as I stand here, I can feel it—radiating off of you. Jophiel's grace flows through you so peacefully. But how? She died, thousands of years ago."
"Perhaps your Jophiel did—but in my world, she lived. Well, to an extent," Jocelyn explained," They didn't kill her, but instead bound her grace to a minimal. From what I've learned- she would pass on to a new vessel every three or four generations. Sometimes sooner- depending on how long my ancestors survived. My mother was a strong vessel that she connected with- but the day my mother died, Jophiel didn't have a choice, and came to me. I was barely old enough to understand what was going on, and she hated doing that to such a young soul—but I've been able to sustain her much longer than she ever thought."
"I see," Seraphiel nodded," And you came from this- other world?"
"Yes. My Seraphiel opened the portal and sent me through—me and my family… adopted family, anyway. She said it'd be safer for me over here, until her and… her mate… dealt with the threat to my—and Jophiel's—life."
Seraphiel's face hardened in understanding, as she nodded to herself," He… he was released?"
"He was. It was his order that Seraphiel followed- to open the portal and send me here."
"It's not entirely safe here, either. Michael and Lucifer are preparing for battle- as soon as they acquire their vessels. But perhaps, they'll be so concentrated on one another they'll ignore Jophiel's grace. Then, when the battle is done, we can worry about what to do. Until then," Seraphiel stated, her blue eyes lighting up with a rush of grace and a faint outline of her wings spreading out behind her," I will protect you, both, with my life. Nothing will happen to you. Not again. Not on my watch."
As Jocelyn watched the Arch Angel across the room from her, she felt the ease and peacefulness wash over her—the same feelings that her own Seraphiel gave her. For the first time in hours—if not days or weeks—Jocelyn felt safe.
Now, all she had to do, was find her family. And stay under Heaven's radar.