Hullo everyone! Welcome to my first fan fiction in the whole history of my fan fiction account. For starters, I do not own Supernatural {because if I did, we would have dropped it at the original 5 seasons}. For easy reference, this is during season 6, but not anywhere specific.
As well, it's an AU, where the Satan and Michael got pushed into their cage, without Sam.
Summary: A coven of vampires is destroyed, only to find that the vampires have left behind a mysterious, demon boy who isn't quite demon. Mother and Father are coming, so will they aid him, or leave him to be fought over by the Devil and the Queen of Monsters?
Rated M because I get crazy.
OC POV
I could not wake up. I just couldn't face the pain that plagued my consciousness in the waking world, right now. So I floundered at the fringes of sleep, trying to keep myself from drifting awake like my body urged me to do. For a while, I was successful, pleased that I had managed to slip out of the grasp of pain. And just when I thought I could resist it forever, the barrier was shattered and I found my eyes peeling open and blinking into lights. My eyes watered at the harsh glare and the various aches around my body, but it wasn't…unbearable.
Something was wrong-well, different, at least. I should be bearing new cuts or bites, but there was nothing of the sort. Only old ones, already starting to close up and heal properly. As I shifted, trying to throw off the after-effects of sleeping so long, I noticed two things. The first being that I was no longer wearing my tattered cloth called a shirt. And the second…
Bandages. There were bandages all along my torso, arms, and legs. I raised my arms and stared in bewilderment. What could have happened? I turned my head to figure out where I was and found myself staring at a dingy motel room. There was an identical bed opposite of me and a small living area(which meant a table for two and a TV), and a kitchen around the corner. This…wasn't what I had expected.
I had been expecting a cold cell I couldn't even lie down in, vampires, chains, torture, blood. This was hospitality from someone I had not even met yet. This made it's way into my sluggish brain, and I sat up, eyes wide. The vampires no longer had me in their grasp. I was free. I hurriedly tried to stamp out any relief that welled up, though, because I knew that something far worse could be behind this, despite how much I wanted it to be wrong.
The door slammed open and in stepped a tall man with short, sandy hair, his eyes instantly finding me. "Sammy, your patient's awake." He said in a tone dripping with sarcasm, dropping a few bags of food onto the table. The first man was joined by a second, immensely tall human being that smiled awkwardly at me. I assumed that this was Sam.
"Hey, kid, how ya feeling?" He asked as he stepped over to me, his height made ever more intimidating as he neared me, and seemed to get even taller. The other man snorted at Sam's odd kindness(in an ungainly fashion) and my eyes were drawn to him…and the hamburger he had pulled out of his bag. I realized how long it had been since I had last eaten and my stomach groaned unhappily.
"That is no kid." The man said to Sam, glaring down at me. He bit into his burger and I could only watch as he tore it apart like he was as hungry as I felt.
"Dean." Sam said warningly, then seemed to notice my gaze. He stomped over to Dean-or walked, it was difficult to tell when it came to this man's size-and snatched a hamburger from the bag. He came back and held it out towards me. "What's your name?"
I stared at the food mistrustfully. I had been poisoned before, it hadn't been pleasant at all. And besides, the hamburger looked like it had come from a hobo. I slowly shook my head, my stomach disagreeing wholeheartedly with the decision.
"No?" Sam asked, looking a little disappointed. "I mean, aren't you hungry?"
I shook my head resolutely. I wouldn't do anything, answer questions, take their food, not until-
Eat, you dumbass. It's not poisoned. The sudden voice in my head startled me, but I reacted instantly and snatched the food from Sam's hand hungrily, ignoring the look he gave me as I tried to eat without even chewing. And I had shoved half of it into my mouth while they had stared at me with curiosity, when I suddenly needed something to wash it down. I paused in my gorging halfheartedly and looked up at Sam, swallowed and cleared my throat. "Do you…do you have some water?"
My voice was rough and dry from the prolonged disuse, but the men didn't seem surprised, and Sam nodded to the other, who went into the kitchen and out of sight.
"So, do you want to tell me your name?" Sam asked encouragingly.
I paused, waiting for something from the voice, but he said nothing. So, I made an educated decision and informed him that my name was Nathaniel. He considered the name for a moment, then asked, "How old are you?"
"What's the date?" I asked, unsure of when it was because of my odd sleeping schedule as a captive. It was then that the other man returned with a glass of water. He handed it to me as Sam reported the date. "Well, then I'll be 16 in two months."
Sam looked surprised. "Okay. Well, I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean. We found you."
"We hunt monsters." Dean informed me. I froze. He continued. "And demons. Wanna tell us why some vampires had you?" This was not a good situation. If they hunted demons and monsters, they weren't going to take any risks with a stranger that had been living(albeit 'living' is used loosely) with a coven of vampires for who knows how long. I immediately looked down at the glass of water in my hand and nervously set it down on the bedside stand.
Holy water, the voice confirmed my fears, and I scooted back on the bed and sat up a little straighter. "You know, I really appreciate you guys getting me out of that little…situation I was in. And the food. But…I should get out of your hair and get back to doing what I do best."
Dean casually picked up a gun I hadn't noticed before from the table and Sam sported a disappointed and confused look.
"So, what are you?" Dean asked swinging the gun towards me. I flinched, and mentally complained to my voice about giving warnings the next time I got caught by hunters.
"Me? Well I'm perfectly human." I said with a nervous chuckle.
"A demon, then?" Sam asked. "You're possessed?"
"Well…sort of…"
"We can help, then. We can do an exor-" Sam said excited, probably because he thought he could fix all my problems in a snap.
"Nononono. No. No, I'm afraid you can't help that way." I told him quickly, hoping they would rethink the offer. Dean crowded closer and I winced. It might be too late. "That's really not a good idea, trust me. But you could definitely help by just letting me-"
Dean picked up the discarded glass of Holy Water and absently took a drink from it. "And who's saying that?"
And then I was standing up on the bed and scowling down at Dean. The voice had taken over, furious at the arrogant man. "Both of us, asshole. Let us go, unharmed, and I won't kill you for your misplaced superiority."
Dean seemed insulted by this comment, but only glanced up at the ceiling. I glanced up with him, and found myself staring up at a Devil's Trap. Shit. But the voice seemed unphased by it. He smirked at the two of them, crossing my arms. "You think that can hold us?" I could feel him using his strange magic-y stuff, moving something, but I didn't know what. "Sure, your little runes may keep me standing here, but I am an escape artist."
I felt his power surge through us and expand outwards, shoving Sam and Dean back as water began dripping from over head, just enough to blur the drawn runes. I wrenched control of my body away from the voice and jumped down from the bed with a pleased smile. At last, the voice had been helpful in getting out of a sticky situation. He growled at me from the back of my head. I'm getting the gist of it, don't get all trap-happy.
"Who, me? Never." I informed him happily. I swung the door open wide, and got an eyeful of trench coat and a horrified Shit! from the back of my head before the ground raced up to meet me and the world went dark.
End AN: Well, you guys know who that is! Cas is here to save the day-or is he here to ruin it? Whose side are you going to take? And what the hell does Nate mean when he says he's 'sort of' possessed? Read chapter two and I might stop sounding like a TV show announcer!