Author's Note: The only people I own in this story are Gwen and her children. This is my first crack at a Supernatural fanfiction. This how I believe Season 7 should go. ;] Review and let me know what you think!
Castiel's past is my own creation!
Italy; 1467
"You are my daughter, Guinevere! You have been nothing more than an eternal Thorn in my side! You have disobeyed me! How could you? He's lower ranking scum! Those beings you call children.. Abominations. They deserve to die!" Michael threw Castiel to the side, making short work of the two children in front of him. He stared down at them in disgust, grabbing his daughter by the hair. "You will never return to Heaven! You have sinned against me.. And my father. You are no longer welcome!" He turned to Castiel, a murderous look in the eyes of his temporary vessel. "And, you.. Will return with me. I can still use you.."
Castiel nodded silently, disappearing from the room. His vessel collapsed to the ground dead beside the children.
"You will regret your foolish decisions, Gwen. I promise you." Michael said. "I'm sorry it's come to this.." He quickly disappeared, leaving Gwen grieving on the floor.
Gwen heard her father's voice in her mind. Michael was a selfish angel, worse than any man God had put on Earth. It was a recurring nightmare that attacked her mind when she let her guard down. She saw her two eldest children dead and bloody on the floor. She'd cried and screamed. Katerina and Malachi, their names played over and over in her mind. Her youngest son, Luke, had been ripped from her arms. Wailing for his mother and father.
She pulled her mind out of the darkness, leaning her head against the cool window of the Impala. That nightmare again. That horrible memory. Silently she wondered to herself, for the millionth time, how a father could murder his daughter's two children and take the youngest. She could still feel Luke being ripped from her arms. It had been over 500 years, but the wound was still fresh.
"You're quiet." Dean said from the driver's seat, glancing over at her. He couldn't deny the fact that she was beautiful. Her long copper colored curls that hung loose over her shoulders, her forest green eyes, and her perfect figure. She was definitely one of a kind. Her fiery hair matched her cynical sense of humor which he very much appreciated.
"Just a lot weighing on my mind." Gwen shrugged his comment off, staring out the window. "I really hate car rides.. So monotonous"
"I hear ya." He sighed, taking a sip of the cup of coffee that was keeping him awake. It was silent between them for a short moment. "Wanna talk about it?"
"Not really." Gwen sighed. "But what are we gonna do about Castiel?" It burnt her up on the inside to even mention his name.
"I don't know." Dean frowned, looking up in the rear view mirror. "We should be back at Bobby's soon; we'll figure it out there."
Gwen nodded quietly, looking back at Sam. "How is he?"
"To be honest, I'm not sure." Dean let out a long, defeated sigh. "He says he's okay, but it's clear that he's not."
"Poor kid." Gwen frowned. "Hey, I got some personal stuff I gotta take care of. Mind if I meet you guys back at Bobby's?"
Dean nodded silently. He didn't want her to go. He got tired of being alone in the quiet, but he did what Dean does best, swallowed his emotions and went on.
"Be careful, alright? If you need me.. Summon me." Gwen said a moment before disappearing from the car.
The omens of what was to come had driven her into taking desperate measures. She'd made deals with Crowley in the past, but never one like this. That demon drove a bargain too hard to deny. She reappeared behind Crowley, taking a deep breath. It was like a game of Russian roulette with him, either hit or miss. He was still there, which meant he'd never lost.
"I knew you'd come." Crowley turned to face her, a smirk already gracing his features. He poured them both a glass of scotch, placing the one in her hand. He pushed her hair out of her face. "You look beautiful, as always." He normally only made deals with humans, but Gwen was fun to play with. If only he could thank Lucifer for leading him to her.
Gwen subtly rolled her eyes, but took a sip of the liquid floating in the glass. "Why thank you, Crowley."
"Take a seat." Crowley grinned, offering her his lap.
"No thanks." Gwen downed the rest of the glass, pouring herself another. She took a seat across from him. "Must be paradise out here."
"It's never paradise with you, love." Crowley took a small sip of his drink, chuckling.
"I thought it was supposed to keep angels out." Gwen gave him a small smirk.
"You're a special case." He said charmingly, downing the rest of the dark colored liquid. "Now, let's discuss why you're here."
"I want the spell." Gwen leaned forward a bit.
"And who is it you want to bring back?" Crowley asked, clearing his throat.
"I need Michael." She looked up at him. "And Lucifer. They can help us bring down Castiel."
"Ah, yes." Crowley said nervously. "One problem. Castiel is smiting people left and right that cross him. What makes you any different?" He watched her grow distant in a matter of seconds.
"There are a lot of things that make me different." Gwen stood up, washing her glass out. "Do you not ever clean around here?"
"I'm King of Hell. Cleaning isn't one of my top my priorities." Crowley stepped up behind, a hand on her waist. He was going to hate having to kill her, but that was how he operated. "Now, you never answered my question." He turned her around to face him.
"And I don't plan to." She pushed him away. "Just give me the spell."
"How do you plan on bringing them back, exactly?" He sighed, leaning back against the counter.
"I'm the daughter of Michael the Archangel." She said firmly. "I'm more powerful than you believe me to be. If I can bind Michael and Lucifer to me, I can have Castiel think they'll do his bidding. When in reality, they're doing mine." She looked down at her feet.
"And what do I get in return?" He asked, raisin an eyebrow in curiosity.
"My grace." She frowned. "It'll be no use to me if this fails."
He wondered if she knew Castiel had been there earlier and probably knew she was here now. "Brave little angel you are, Gwen."
She closed her eyes when he said her name. Why did she keep coming back to him? Dealing with a Crossroads Demon was bad, but sleeping with one was worse. Before it was all over, she was going to end up dead. It didn't matter to her as long as she kept Sam and Dean safe and away from Castiel. "I cant.." She stepped away from him.
Crowley held his hands up in defeat. "Let me know when you need that spell." He slid a hand up into her hair. "We'll settle it then." He whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.
Gwen's eyes fluttered closed before she realized what was happening. "C-Crowley.." She sighed quietly.
"Yes, dear?" He chuckled into her ear, drawing her body towards his.
An invisible force sent Crowley flying to the other end of the trailer. "Now.. If you don't mind." She grabbed the bottle of scotch and was gone, all in less than a minute.
"Well someone likes to play rough." Crowley smirked, standing up and brushing himself off. "I'll remember that." He reached for the bottle when he realized it was gone. "Little bitch.." He mumbled, opening his cabinets. He pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Oh, well. This'll work for now." He poured himself a small glass. "Time to relax.." He started to take a seat just as he felt himself being summoned. "Of course.."
"You called?" Gwen said, appearing in front of Castiel with her arms crossed. She stared down at her feet, appearing to look bored. It was hard for to even be around Castiel. Even after 500 years, she could feel the anger boil up inside of her. She had lost everything while he just stood there.
"Yes." Castiel nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder. He stared down into her beautiful green eyes, the guilt overcoming him. He felt her smack his hand away. "You are under my control now, Gwen. It's best you remember that."
"If you don't remember, I was banished from heaven! I belong to no one." She curled her lip.
"I am your new God, Gwen. You will bow down.. And profess your love. I will not hesitate to destroy you." Castiel grabbed Gwen by the arm. Her skin boiled under his hand.
She winced audibly, closing her eyes. "Then destroy me. It's inevitable."
He released her arm gently. "I don't want to have to kill you. I'll come for you again and when I do.. Be ready."
"Or what?" Gwen asked, taking a step forward. "You'll smite me? I'm waiting." She said venomously. "I left that part of my life a long time ago, but it doesn't seem you or Lucifer could ever accept it."
Castiel pushed her back against the wall roughly. Her body making an impression in the concrete. "You are an angel of the Lord now and therefore belong to me. Your soul may belong to Crowley, but you belong to me." Before she could even blink he was gone.
She let out a pained groaned as she removed herself from the wall. How could he know about Crowley? Not ever Sam and Dean knew. Well, he was God now. Anything is possible now, she thought to herself.
"Before I give you this spell to bind Death, which is a death wish, I promise you.." Crowley smirked. "I need some information."
"On what?" Bobby asked gruffly.
"You mean, there's actually something you can't find out on your own?" Dean raised an eyebrow smirking.
"Oh, I could.." Crowley's smirk grew. "It would just be significantly harder."
"Dean, just shut up." Sam rolled his eyes. "What do you want?"
"What's the story of your little angel friend?" Crowley asked, pretending not to know Gwen.
"Gwen?" Sam asked. "Uh, well.."
Dean stopped him before he started. "Why should we tell you?"
"I could always just forget about the spell." Crowley shrugged, starting to put the book back inside his jacket.
"Alright, alright.." Sam stood up. " We don't know much besides the fact that Michael massacred all her children It was a long time ago. I found the legend in a book a few months back.."
Dean stared up at Sam. "And you didn't say anything?"
"I thought if she wanted to talk about it, she would." Sam sighed. "The legend says Michael punished his daughter by killing her two children and took the third. He was raised as a soldier for God, but I couldn't find anything about him."
"Hm.. Interesting." Crowley placed the book in Sam's hand. "Good luck, Giraffe." The boys had to be suicidal to pull a stunt like this, but hey, he got what he needed. He always did. Regret wasn't a word in his vocabulary.
Gwen was waiting for Crowley in his chair when he returned to his trailer, her feet propped up on a stool. "Took you long enough." She looked up at him. "You know.. You should really get those symbols fixed." She grinned.
"What a pleasant surprise." Crowley extended his hand to her and pulled her body toward him.
"I need that spell, love." Gwen whispered, sliding her arms up around his neck.
"Do you really need it right now?" Crowley's hands slid slowly down her waist. He loved the shape of her body and the way if felt against his. He was never one for redheads, until the night she ended up in his bed. He cared for her more than he knew he should. She'd grown on him. Her smile, her laugh, the way she said his name. He knew when he looked at her, he'd met his match.
"It can wait.." She slid up onto the small counter, crushing her lips into his. Everything between them was so intense, so passionate, and she loved it all. She lost herself when she felt his skin against hers. The feeling was unlike anything else she'd felt in her 7,000 years of being.
Gwen pulled her shirt down over her head and watched as Crowley zipped his pants. "The deal is sealed." She slid her jeans up her legs, strapping her silver heels back onto her feet.
"I would say so." Crowley watched her get dressed, a sated look upon his face.
"Now I do need that spell." Gwen reached for the small piece of paper when he jerked it out of her reach. "What the hell!"
"If this fails.. And I'm caught with you, your son will pay the price." He whispered, pressing his lips against hers. "Good luck, darling. You need it."
She was frozen by his words. "M-My what?"
"Your son, darling. Luke is his name, right?" Crowley smirked.
Gwen narrowed her eyes. "Sick bastard.." She grabbed the piece of paper and shoved him away. "My past is none of your fucking business." She snapped.
"Oh, but sweetheart, it's my business now." He placed a kiss on her cheek. "Thank the Giraffe for me. Without him.. I would've never known."
She took a deep breath, vanishing from his sight. It felt like a punch to the stomach. It had been centuries since anyone had even spoken Luke's name. She gripped the piece of paper tightly in her hands while she regained her composure. This was it. The bullet was in the chamber, ready to go off on her any second.