A/N: Looking for beta reader. I'm not sure how that sort of thing works and it's new to me. If you read Demons then this is in the future of that fic. Oh note this entire fic will be in first person POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural sadly. Though I wouldn't mind talking to Jensen Ackles for a few hours...
Chapter 1: Life Sucks. Build a Bridge and Get Over It.
I've seen a lot in my life. Traveled from world to world just to watch my friends die or watch as some idiot destroys it. So I travel to the world in the Milky Way Galaxy, third planet from the Sun. And here I am with two brothers trying very hard not to get attached. It was always that way, whichever world I've traveled I've always seem to attach to some person or another.
I suppose I should start on where I met the Winchesters. I fact it was the eldest brother that I met first. I heard a sound like someone gasping for air while I was roaming a patch of woods. I went to investigate and saw a human crawl out of a grave. The marker was unfamiliar to me so I decide to sit on the wood.
"Need any help?" I asked when I appeared there. The man seemed to almost jump out of his skin at my voice. He scrambled out of the grave as quickly as he possibly could. I tilted my head to the side. "I only asked jeez. You don't have to get all jumpy about it."
"Who are you?" he said gruffly. I got off the grave marker to stand a few feet in front of him. I looked at the fallen trees surrounding the immediate area.
"I'm Kitana Claymore. Though a lot of my friends call….did call me Kit." I knelt down to one tree placing my right hand on top of the trunk. "May I ask what they call you?"
"Dean," he said simply. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes.
"I'm sure you have a last name, but if you don't want you don't have to give it to me," I said while standing up. I pulled my water skin from my side and handed it to him. "I'm sure you're thirsty." He took it gladly twisting the cap off. He tilted his head back and drank. I went over to the hole that he emerged from and crouched there. I placed a hand over it feeling the energy that was around it. My eyes widen at the pure white energy. I've never felt anything so pure before other than my teacher.
"Hey," I turned my head to look at Dean. "Let's get out of here." He jerked his thumb behind him while handing back my water skin. I nodded, taking it back and we soon we were on a paved road. He had taken off his jacket. I had started whistling an Irish tune. I found it quiet funny at times when the song described a man robbing an officer and ending up in prison because the dude shot the guy.
"What the hell are you whistling?" I looked at him.
"Whiskey in the Jar," I stated. "A funny Irish song I like to play sometimes."
"I thought it was made by Metallica?" I raised an eyebrow.
"That song is older than most of your bands but together," I said. "And who is Metallica anyway." He looked at me like I was crazy. Been there done that, got a nice stay and t-shirt to go with. Dean just shook his head and spotted a rundown gas station. We reached the store and found it locked. I took a hairpin from my red hair and started picking the lock. I heard the lock click and pushed the door open. I grinned up at him and he raised an eyebrow.
"Learned that skill from a very skilled thief," I stated and walked in. A nagging feeling kept me looking at Dean's left shoulder. Who ever it was is in the clearing before had left their mark. I looked around looking for something descent to eat. I hadn't eaten since I left Gaia. I looked at a bag of Lays same logo that I saw once before expect the L was a D. I shrugged and picked up another one. I tossed it to Dean. A ringing hits my ears and suddenly it becomes louder. I cover my ears and crouch to the floor. A second later Dean's doing the same. As soon as it came it was gone. I swore that the noise had a voice. I shook my head to get the ringing out my ears.
"That was weird," I muttered. I watched Dean look around and shrug his shoulders.
"I'm going to call a friend of mine. I'll be back," he said as he left. I watched him go around the building and heard him enter the restroom. I shrugged and walked outside. I looked at the rusty car and wondered if it would start. Dean came back and went to the pay phone. I went to the car and hopped into the driver's seat. I looked around and thought maybe the keys were stashed somewhere. I frowned and heard the door to the passenger side open. I shook my head and set a small wave of electoral magic into the machine. She started right up and turned to Dean.
"So where we headed?" I asked. He told me where to go and off we went.
Several hours and a sore butt later….
I kicked the car's tire with my booted foot and glared at it for giving me a butt cramp. Dean looked at me weird. I shrugged my shoulders and we continued to the house that was in the middle of a scrap yard. We walked to the front porch and Dean proceeded in knocking on the door. An aged man answered and after a moment a surprised look spread across his features. The man hugged Dean in what appeared to me was a fatherly hug. They broke from it and the aged man looked me.
"Whose this?" Dean licked his lips.
"Uh this is Kit. Kit this is Bobby Singer." I looked at Bobby aura and find a nice blue with a couple spots of green it. A white line outlined his body.
"Blessings," I said. I held out my hand and Bobby shook it.
"Nice meeting ya," the Singer said with a southern drawl. He ushered us inside where he made us go through some tests. I figured it was to determine that we weren't demons. Dean even drew a silver knife and cut his arm. I took it from him and sliced my left palm open. I concentrated on not healing it because I didn't want Bobby to think I was a werewolf of something.
Bobby went to the kitchen and fished out of his fridge three brown looking bottles. Budlight was the logo on each. I knew then those to be alcoholic beverages. The Singer handed me one and then Dean. They started discussing something but I decided to tune it out. I pulled out a kunai from my pocket and used it to pop off the cap. Again I shrugged my shoulders and sipped at the liquid. Still that damn nagging feeling kept my gaze shifting to Dean's shoulder. The energy kept calling at me. The pure energy was a swirl against Dean's yellow/purple aura. I did spot that some of it had black spots. Part of his soul seemed a bit detach from the rest. I looked down at my cut palm and watched as it started healing on it own. A small stream of steam came as it finally closed.
Bobby and Dean continued to discuss some things that I had no involvement. I heard Dean say something about a Hellhound and I shook my head. I decided to check a couple of my weapons to see if they were damaged in anyway. Pulling six of my kunai from the loops on my belt I checked if they were dinged up. A hour or so stretched in between my checking weapons and Dean finding his brother.
We arrived a couple hours later at some motel and found Sam's room. When Dean knocked, a black haired woman answered. The alarms in my head went off suddenly and my hand went subconsciously to my kunai. I growled at her.
"It takes three of you to deliver a pizza," she said. Her eyes suddenly widen as I flared. Before I could stab her though a tall man came into view. I started muttering curses in my language and aimed them mostly at her. She quickly left and they all looked at my pissed off expression.
"I hate demons," I muttered and then glared at Sam. "No use hiding it half-breed. I can sense a lot of crap and she was one of them." Dean looked me with stern eyes. "I'm a creature of magic so I sense a lot of things and that chick was a demon." Dean then looked at Sam with a glare.
"Who was she?" he demanded.
"Does it matter?" Sam retorted. I pinched the bridge of my nose knowing exactly where this was going.
"Shut it! I've dealt with enough of that crap to last me several lifetimes," I said ending the upcoming argument. "You're brothers for Elthia's sake! Act like it!"
"Dean who is this? She's not a demon is she?" I glared at him.
"Oh you trust bitch face but not me whose killed more demons than you can count. I say again I hate demons," I turned to Dean. "I see that your fine and in capable hands with that I leave you." I left not waiting for an answer. My boots making no sound on the carpeted floor.
Several hours later…..
I sat in a tree still having the nagging feeling that kept my gaze to Dean's shoulder. My gaze currently was on the sky. My green eyes waiting for the stars to appear. I ran a hand through my medium length hair. I probably should've stayed but I didn't want to grow attached to any of them. I've had enough painful memories already. I watched enough friends and worlds die.
"You've been quiet, Auron," I said. I almost laughed at my statement. "Of course you've been quiet, you're no longer here." I looked up at the stars that began to twinkle at the setting sun. I suddenly heard a voice from under me.
"Aren't you suppose to be asleep?" I jumped and fell out my tree. I landed on my rear and glared up at the person. He was cute even if he was human. Black hair; nice, clean shaven face; and (here's the kicker) a tax accountant suit. My eyes suddenly widen at his soul.
"Oh Elthia! Beautiful doesn't even describe you!" I jumped to my feet. I could clearly see the wings of this most pure creature. I also saw a small aura mostly purple that outlined his body. He blinked and tilted his head in confusion. His aura swirled with his emotion. I so wanted to touch his wings. Never had I'd seen something so pure. My own wings were soft but to have someone else have them was a rarity. But his wings were hidden yet there at the same time.
"I don't understand the term," he said monotone. But that just made up his character. His energy….I thought I'd drool over it.
"Sorry," I apologized, "it's just I've never seen someone so pure before. Your energy…." I reached out but then I stopped. "What are you doing here?" I realized he was my nagging feeling.
"Dean Winchester," he said simply. "You left him." I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm pretty sure he can take care of himself," I stated. Something wasn't right. "Who are you?"
"I'm Castiel," he stated. "You're not suppose be awake." I placed hands on my hips.
"Look…Castiel. I've traveled a long way and don't plan on fading like my brethren did here. I've tried." He again tilted his head. "I've wanted to fade but either Elthia still has something for me to do or it was that damn phoenix's fault."
"You're not…."
"No, I'm from an alternate plane…galaxy whatever. Look the point is I've lived long enough to know I'm not going to die anytime soon. Healing is part of my job description but that's about it. I try not to get attach to my charges." I muttered more myself than anything else, "though that always turn out badly."
"I see nothing wrong with that since your brethren have done so in the past," Castiel said bluntly. I glared.
"Yeah and look at me. I've done had children who died before I did. I've watched and stood by as all and I do mean all I've cared about die, leave, or just disappear. I've been alone more centuries…." I thought for a moment. This was being created just like I was. But his purpose was different than mine. He served a higher order than I did. All I did was heal and comfort those who needed it. I placed a hand over my mouth. Dean, was the one word that came to mind. He was my next charge. I didn't know if his brother was to be my charge but I might as well be there for him too.
"GAH!" I shouted. "Why does my life have to suck? All I wanted was to rest and I get this." I looked towards the stars and pointed. "This had better be my last one!" I've always seemed to get attached to my charges either way. At my reply a star twinkled brighter than the others. Cas looked at me strangely. I sighed and closed my eyes trying to find my stars. They twinkled beneath my lids. I sighed and opened them and found Cas's aura brighter against the darkening sky.
"Sorry about that. I tend to go on rants like that," I rubbed the back of my head.
"No need to apologize," he replied. I stretched and held out my hand.
"Let me introduce myself, I'm Kitana Claymore. An elf of Soulstream and some off planet named the same as this one; Earth," I grinned and Cas just stood there. I cleared my throat. "Um, you're suppose to shake it and the introduce yourself." Castiel still didn't take a hold of my hand.
"I already did," he stated. I sighed and took my hand down.
"I already know your name. I meant what are you? You know like I told you what I was," I said. His feathers seemed to fluff in pride.
"I'm an angel of the Lord," Cas said. My eyes widen. I've never met an angel before. Heard of them but never actually met one.
"So that's why you're so pure. This is the first time I've actually seen one in person." I walked around him watching his energy swirl with unease. I stopped and resisted the urge to touch his wings. "Sorry, I didn't mean to…."
"No need apologize," he turned to face me since I was behind him when I stopped. The purple aura swirled for a second and then lay dormant. My face lit up in confusion and without thinking I touched Cas's chest above his heart. I pulled back as visions of another life flashed before my eyes. During those I heard the conversations. Several minutes passed and the last vision I got was light surrounding Cas. But it wasn't Castiel I was seeing standing there though the light was. I finally looked at the angel.
"That explains it," I said. Cas tilted his head. "Why you possessed a willing man. Your energy is so pure that any creature would shrivel into a burned out husk. Any of your brethren have to possess someone." He nodded at my statement. I let out sigh and leant against another tree.
"What happens now brother?" I asked since we were related in one way or another.
He suddenly touched my forehead with two fingers and we were in front of a barn. I almost fell over but straighten in time. Without doing anything the barn doors opened. I heard the snapping of the board that kept the doors locked. Castiel went right inside blowing out light bulbs in the process. I looked over and saw Bobby and Dean look at each other.
"Wait! Don't shoot!" I shouted. They both looked at me like I was nuts. I stepped in front of the pure creature spreading my arms wide. Castiel put a hand on my shoulder and moved around me. Moving closer to Dean. "Wait a minute…." It suddenly struck me that Cas was the one who brought the Winchester back. My eyes widen. "Jesus on a pogo stick! How in the Nine Hells did you bring him back?" They all looked at me. Castiel flipped through a small book. Bobby tried to take a swing at the angel but the crowbar was caught and the old hunter was put to sleep by Cas placing two fingers to his forehead. Castiel turned to me again.
"I gripped him tight and raised him from perdition," Cas stated.
"So that was your aura around Dean's shoulder. I guess only angels can bring a person back," I said. Dean looked at me surprised.
"You're angels? I'm not buying it." I snorted.
"No dumbass, he's the angel. I'm the elf," I nearly gasped at the nickname I had given Auron so many times. My eyes went down at the statement. Dean's mannerisms were a lot like Auron's but in some ways it wasn't. I let out a sad sigh and turned away looking at the symbols drawn on the barn's walls. I felt the loneliness seep through me.
"I'm here to heal. Cas is…here for a different reason," I replied after few minutes of silence.
"Look sister, I sure as hell don't need your help," Dean stated angrily. I turned to him.
"Not according to your soul. Part of you is damaged and it's all over your aura," I retorted. I tilted my head in Cas's direction. "He may have put back together but he forgot to use superglue." I watched as Cas's aura swirl again with a different emotion; both of confusion at my statement and a bit of anger. Dean's went from surprise to shock in fell swoop. Bobby's swirled with his dream. I sighed again and was quickly by Dean's side. I placed my right hand over his heart and I was looking through his eyes. Looking at his memories, the pains, and the emotions. As I was looking into him, Dean was looking through me. He felt my pains and my sorrows but also my joys and happiness. His human brain would have gone insane if he was actually seeing all my memories.
I let go of him and he nearly fell on his ass. I grabbed his forearm so he wouldn't fall back into the table behind him.
"Holy shit!" he yelled. "What the fuck did you do?"
"I looked into your memories….your very soul Dean," I replied. "I saw through your eyes your life and your torture. I felt everything the pain and the emotions. While I was doing that you saw through mine or more like felt it. You didn't go through all my memories otherwise you'd gone insane from the massive overload to your brain." I suddenly pulled out a scimitar from no where and handed it to him. "Take a few swings." I pulled out another one and suddenly attacked. As I predicted he blocked effortlessly as I went through the basic motions. I stopped and he stopped looking from the weapon in his hand to me.
"That's fucking weird."
"Everything about me is weird," I replied. "I'm old enough to have started your bloodline possibly older." Dean handed my scimitar back and it disappeared from view. I looked closer at Dean and my eyes widen. I deadpanned. "You've got to be kidding me!" I looked at Cas and noticed his vessel was too part elf. I placed my hand over my eyes.
"My day just gets better and better. Cas were going have a long and serious talk," I said and proceed in waking up Bobby.
I know I probably should finish Demons first but I couldn't resist starting this one. Review keep me happy and more chapters coming. By the way this was un-beta-ed, so any mistakes you see are mine alone.