Ashi: I keep on coming up with other ones...
Aschlyn: This idea was never fine in the SPN fandom for some odd reason though.
Ashi: cause it's so overused in other series?
Aschlyn: Whatever. Anyway, DeathhunterAshi does not own supernatural. She does own Cecil though.
Ashi: that's right, enjoy!
Cecil wondered who or what was it in all of everything that was good and evil that hated him? He's pretty sure that he was raised to be a decent man despite his bad social skills and not-so great grades (He's got an Honor's grade in every subject save for math) and he's quiet. The quiet that wouldn't get you stuck in an awkward one I mean. Maybe it's because of the fact that he is a fan of Supernatural; he doesn't just like that show, Cecil likes 'Welcome to Night Vale' hence the jives he gets from his name, watches the BBC version of Sherlock and Elementary, reads variations of different manga, and plays different kinds of Video games- mainly RPGS. Other than that, he doesn't look bad physically either.
Strawberry blond hair and bluish-green eyes along with pale skin from mainly staying inside. He was lanky in weight, but made up for it in height by being six-three. From staring at the computer plus having astigmatism, he wore neutral-styled glasses. Simple T-shirts under plaid long-sleeves would be for a lazy day at school and denim pants to go with a pair of converse. All in all, he looked...normal. So why was he being forced to suffer this way?
Today was supposed to be a lazy Saturday morning for the teenager. He just turned sixteen two weeks ago on the 25th of October and had a nice trip to Palo Alto, California a week beforehand with his mom before she had to fly back to Hong Kong, Cecil having to fly on his own back to Atlanta, almost falling asleep on the train the way back to DeKalb county. But that's not what's important now, is it?
Cecil decided that he was going to go through the motions of having an ordinary day- get up, brush teeth, make up bed while listening to classic rock, go downstairs, make breakfast, and then watch TV for a while before deciding to play some video games. He was able to do four out of those six things when he noticed that something...wasn't exactly right.
In his short fifteen years of existing, the strawberry blond would notice that something was wrong or that someone/something is in his house. So from every single experience he has from playing survival-horror games and watching scary movies, Cecil slowly walked to the kitchen to grab the biggest knife he could find. Of course, he never excepted to be attacked from behind; the nearly back-breaking force of being shoved against the counter causing him to gasp out in pain.
"And what exactly do we have here, another mouse?" The person behind him said with a hauntingly familiar voice as his arms were wrenched backwards and up, causing him to yelp in surprise.
"Geeze, what was dad thinking by leaving us all here in a random house? All I remember was getting killed by Lucy." Another person said and Cecil shuddered in fear as he realized that very voice was also familiar, sounding exactly like Richard Speight Jr.
"Lucifer, let the child go. He was simply trying to defend himself. I believe him to be the owner of this house." A deep, but raspy voice said next as the owner of that voice appeared in his blurry vision, mainly for not wearing any glasses.
"He may be, but may also be something else." Lucifer(?) responded and let go of Cecil' arms, the teen quickly turning around to see his worst fears and a fangirl's best dreams.
Standing right next to each other a man in a trenchcoat, Castiel and the slightly taller one with short blond hair was...Lucifer. If he were a lesser man, he would've screamed in fear and ran off, but instead- he slowly backed off and grabbed the knife out of the holder, holding it in front of him threateningly. Well, as threatening as a 6"3 sixteen year old in bargain bin Hello Kitty boxers could be.
"This is your fault Lucifer, because of your vessel; we were thrown into YOUR cage before father took us out and threw us here with barely enough grace to supply ourselves." Someone else said as he walked into the kitchen, looking like a younger John Winchester.
'I never found out what that actor's name was now that I think about it. More so, why are they in my house?' Cecil thought with a nearly silent sigh.
"We are here because our father willed it so; he wants us to learn how to be more human." He heard Castiel respond to his thought and cringed. He guessed that they could hear his thoughts...
"Mortal, put the knife down and tell us your name." The one possessing John, Michael said in a commanding tone and the teen held onto the knife tighter, knowing that even then it really wouldn't work.
Cecil didn't know what to do in this type of situation, but slowly backed next to the over and spoke for once.
"My...uh, my name is Cecil Flechette." he responded while blinking slowly, and carefully putting the knife down. He really shouldn't be threatened, seeing how he was the tallest out of all of the angels here.
"You mean like the underwater assault rifle? Wow, we really do get into trouble when people are named after rifles." The one he realized was Gabriel said as he walked into the kitchen, snapping the lights on in the darkened area.
'It was either that, or Morgan. I don't want to be reminded of a succubus every time someone calls out my surname.' Cecil thought while looking to the side. "But why my house? Why not choose a fangirl or something, it would save time."
"Probably because Lucy here would kill the girl within half a second. And you've seen the episodes with Becky in it, right? Not exactly fun." Gabriel shot back, earning a 'tsk' from said Archangel.
"But I rather liked the episodes with Charlie though..." His words were left unspoken when Michael all of a sudden threw Lucifer into the wall!
"This is your fault you damnable abomination! You always have the knack of screwing things up!" He growled out lowly with his blue eyes glowing with anger.
"He wanted us to take care and bow down to those mud monkeys like they were superior! Don't just put this on me!" Lucifer shouted back and punched Michael in the face, throwing him off.
"Hey guys, this is one of the reasons why were in this situation! Stop fighting already!" Gabriel shouted and tried to get them to stop.
Cecil looked on in disdain, wondering why he of all people was chosen for this- he'd rather be forced to wear a red cocktail dress and participate in a Spaniard bull race. With a sigh, he walked over to the fighting duo and cleared his throat.
"Uh...could you please stop fighting? You're kinda destroying my house..." Cecil asked with a small frown on his face.
It was when he didn't expect it when a punch flew at his face and threw him into the wall on the other side back to the kitchen.
"Oww..."He said before the metal clock suspended above him fell on his head with a loud clang. Before the pain on both sides of his head took over him, Cecil thought this: "What did I do to deserve this?"
Aww…poor Cecil. Who knows, it might get better for you in the next chapters hopefully! Well, if I decide to do more, this was kinda a trial chapter, but if you like it- I'll be more than glad to continue to write this story, seeing as how I've only seen the happen in other fandoms to females, why not let it happen in the SPN-Fandom to a man? Well that's all I've got to say, feel free to leave a response about this story, ja ku ne!