A/N: Hello my Wayward Angels! Thanks for clicking on my fic. This is my first time writing for the Supernatural fandom, and the Destiel fandom in particular. I love criticism but don't hurt my feelings okay. I hope you enjoy reading this. AND PLEASE REVIEW! I cannot stress the importance any more than CAPS and underlining it! BIG SHOUT-OUT to Chiyume who is my inspiration and driving force through all this. Thanks for the advice and squeals and laughs. Check out her work on this site as well - mind blowing!
WARNING: I have included as much of the original plot line but it will mostly be my own story. This fic follows after S08E22. I will say it again, most of the original twists and turns have been included, BUT I HAD TO CHANGE SOME THINGS FOR MY FIC TO MAKE SENSE.
So I will recap what happened prior to my fic (excluding some things that I took out): The 2nd Trial had been completed by Sam. Sam is in a very weak and fragile state. Crowley sends his minions disguised as the Winchesters and hands Kevin, Crowley's half of the Demon Tablet, as a way to get Kevin to hand them the other half. Kevin has hidden his half and starts deciphering Crowley's half. He eventually realizes that the Winchesters are in fact imposters and sends them into a trap. Crowley hears of this. Castiel has been running from the Angels and Naomi, with the Angel Tablet. Eventually, they find him and fail to find the Angel Tablet. Crowley shows up and with the help of Ion, an Angel working for him, takes Castiel, after chasing away Naomi. Crowley interrogates Castiel and finds the Angel Tablet inside of him. Crowley then leaves to deal with Kevin. Meanwhile, the real Winchesters have found Metatron, the scribe of God. Sam and Dean blames him for Kevin's death (because they think he is). Metatron senses, as the Archangel in charge of Kevin, that Kevin is alive, and saves him just as Crowley has Kevin in his claws. Metatron flies them back to the Winchesters and reveals that the Third Trial is curing a demon. (Now comes my part...) Metatron vanishes just after telling the boys that he never wanted to be part of any of this, of this war between demons, angels and men. He also enlightens them that the Trials are choices, and that these choices come at a cost that the boys must weigh up before making them. Castiel is still stuck under the supervision of Ion, the traitor Angel. He tries to convince Ion to free him and see reason in keeping the Tablets safe. Ion has internal struggles and eventually frees Castiel and escapes with him, staying off the radar.
Crowley returns to an empty office and because he has no idea what the Third Trial is, he orders all demons to stay away from the Winchesters. He also starts killing all the people the Boys have previously saved, in an attempt to make them hand over the Demon Tablet. After sending Kevin to the Men of Letters Lair with the now whole Demon Tablet, and while trying to save the people Crowley is killing, they also stumble upon research on how to possibly cure a demon, and because Demons are nowhere to be found, thanks to Crowley, they dig up Abbadon to experiment on. She escapes after hearing that Crowley is King of Hell, and sets out to take revenge on him. Castiel and Ion are still off the radar. Metatron vanished (and wil not be featured in my fic). The Creature Tablet will be explained later on. My story plays off a few weeks after Abbadon escaped... And boy, have things gone downhill...
-Prologue-
There she was, in the White House, sitting at the Resolute-desk in the Oval office. Her feet were perched on it, her newly "acquired" 6-inch Christian Louboutins, shining black with the red-laquered soles in the sharp lighting of the room. Humans always knew how to embody sexual beauty into inanimate things perfectly. She had grown fond of the shoes even though they were worthless to her. It looked good on her, or on her human form to be precise.
She leaned back in her chair taking a cocktail fork from a plate in front of her, dangling it over her mouth as if she were teasing herself. The sustenance on the cocktail fork dropped into her mouth. Her eyes rolled over in delight, and rolled back to reveal her demonic pupils. Another thing humans produced that made her whole being quiver – filthy, soiled, human liver – it tasted like sin and she adored it. Ah, humans, how would she ever have the heart to annihilate them completely. She had heard of the Leviathan trying to herd and harvest them like cattle. The idea was enticing, almost to the extent that it seemed the only option, but Abbadon had other plans, a competition, and before she could go through with them she had to deal with her biggest problems first.
Abbadon popped back upright in her chair, took the plate and smashed it against the furthest wall and gave a loud screech that echoed through the office and halls of the White House. It had only been a split second before 4 of her minions, her lousy demons, had rushed in to her aid.
"Your Majesty, how can I be of assistance?" the biggest demon asked.
Abbadon looked at him, smiling as if she were his mother, "When will my guests be arriving? I asked you to deliver my invitation two days ago. They should have been here by now."
"M-ma'am… I mean, Majesty, it's been hard contacting the guests you have requested the presence of. They do not come easily or just by invitation. They seem to have thought it was a trap at first, but I assure you that, with the perseverance of my men, the hard work of the witches and all the spells and lore we could find, we have found your guests and got them to agree to come today. I apologize for these whores being late."
She gave a harsh cackle, lifted her hand and pointed at the demon who spoke to her, "You work hard, you impress me, but I fucking hate when demons speak so formally!" With a slight flick of her finger the big demon burst into flames. The heat and the screams triggered the remaining three demons to jump back in horror. Abbadon could smell their fear and laughed even harder.
"Any of you care to tell me exactly where my guests are?" she enquired.
The demon closest to the Queen of Hell opened his eyes slowly and stepped in front of her desk. He was shivering and couldn't seem to utter the words he wanted to. Abbadon slowly rested her elbows on the desk, her hands locking as if in prayer.
"I am waiting…" she said lifting her finger to the demon, "…well, then…"
Another demon burst into the room, sweat dripping from his brow. "My Queen, Abbadon, they have arrived."
"Ah! You see, "My Queen" would have sufficed. Stop this fucking British royalty crap. I'm Queen of Hell and not the Queen of Crumpets, Tea and Welsh Corgies. Now, all of you leave! Send in my two knights. They will be out shortly to fetch my guests."
The knights were hand-picked by Abbadon after she overthrew Crowley from his thrown and ended his reign as King. They were two of the foulest, soulless, ruthless and squalid demons she had ever come across in her time as a Knight of Hell.
Dragonique had been behind the absolute awe-inspiring happenings of 1952 in Ashley, Kansas – he had possessed all of the children of the small community, tortured them and sent them back to retrieve the souls of their parents, covering it up beautifully with a fiery fissure in the earth. A whole town wiped out in a couple of days. Sreeq had a knack for choosing innocent people on earth and possessing them to become serial killers, rapists and so forth. His résumé gave Abbadon so much pleasure that it almost felt orgasmic. She admired them for their talent and diligence. She was thrilled to have them as her right and left hand – her personal guard.
She briefed them on the matter at hand when they had entered the Oval Office. Like always, or since she had become queen, they had listened intently without disturbance or questioning, nodded and headed for the door to retrieve her guests from the waiting area. Before they left she asked, "Sreeq, Drago, how is our president and his family doing? And the presidential staff?"
"My Queen, they have been possessed by our finest legislative and executive powers. They follow your orders down to the last syllable and tread lightly as to not awaken the curiosity of suspecting humans."
"Fucking-A! Send in the ladies!" she demanded turning in her chair to stare out of the window as she waited for her sisters.
It had been millennia since she had last seen Abbadon, her sister. Their Father had ripped the wings from Abbadon and sent her straight to Earth where Lucifer, still free at that time and age, had taken her in and grinded her in becoming his knight, his loyal guardian. Since then not much had been heard of Abbadon until one day a group named The Men of Letters had been slain by Abbadon herself.
She shifted in the uncomfortable seat the demons had given her to sit on in one of the rooms of the White House. At her sides were her two faithful brothers, Abdociel, Angel of Fire, and Baradiel, Angel of Hail. They were there to insure that if any foul play was being sensed or if anything strayed from the plan as had been promised by her sister, they would step in and get them out of there.
"Your Grace, someone is approaching. It seems to be Abbadon's abominations," one of the angels said.
"Thank you, Baradiel. I think the meeting will be starting soon. Keep your guards up, search for anything out of the ordinary and dispel it – constant vigilance is all that will be keeping us alive today. I trust you know this. I have faith in you." she said.
"It is our duty to keep you safe, ma'am." Abdociel replied.
Abbadon's knights entered the room and asked the angels to accompany them to their Queen's chambers. They did as asked with the utmost caution, Baradiel and Abdociel flanking their leader on each side. As they walked they could sense the demonic air of the building. Every vessel, every space smelled of impurity and evil. The angel brothers could sense their sister's wariness and moved closer to her, assuring her of their presence. As powerful as she was, she was still scared of the treacherous and tricky ways of demons, especially Abbadon's.
Through years of research she could tell that they were nearing the entrance of the Oval Office. As they walked closer she could hear the laughter of Abbadon. It made her vessel's insides curl up in angst and nausea. She could feel the cold steel of her angel blades pressing up against her arms inside sleeves of her gray suit. She heaved a silent breath as the knights opened the door and stepped inside.
Abbadon stood as her last guest entered the room. She could not believe that both of them were here, under protest, she presumed, but who gave a fuck.
"I have never been happier to see an angel again," Abbadon exclaimed, "Even better now that you are the Angel-in-Command. Welcome, Naomi."
Naomi looked up to stare at her fallen sister. It was as if a thousand angel blades had cut into her flesh missing all the vital points, letting her live on in agony.
"Abbadon…" Naomi started, cringing at the vile taste of the name on her lips, "Let us not pretend. I have matters to attend to. I would not be here if it wasn't for your methods – your disgusting methods – summoning an Angel of the Lord. I feel violated, my soul besmirched by the mere sight of you."
A small cough came from Naomi's periphery, "Naomi, you always were the down-to-the-point type weren't you, sister?" Naomi turned her head only slightly to see Eve, her other fallen sister, sitting on a chair to her left.
"This is impossible?! How? Abbadon, I do not even want to know what means you had to go to resurrect Eve and return her from Purgatory. You have gone against so much more than your kind usually does. You have messed with time, nature and the supernatural order - Powers out of your control." Naomi exclaimed at the sight of Eve.
Abbadon laughed, "And I presume, it is well in your power to meddle in these things when it suits you? I will in fact tell you, that with a little persuasion here and a bit of torture and research there, I have become quite knowledgeable on how to manipulate some things. At a cost though."
Abbadon saw it coming. Naomi had lost the hold on her patience and control. There was a bright light emanating from Naomi's eyes and skin. Her colossal wings had spurted from behind her and were rising in unison, filling the room with their amazing presence. Even Naomi's little brothers stood back. Naomi moved towards Abbadon.
"This is blasphemous!" Naomi said in a loud, deep voice unlike her own. She slammed her hand solidly down onto Abbadon's desk. The Resolute desk split open under the force of the blow and the boom of light echoing through the room. It blinded all except the angels, for a second.
When Naomi's fury died down, Abbadon's knights were struggling with their backs pressed to ceiling. Eve and Abbadon on the other hand were still in the same position, staring at their sister.
Eve smiled dreamily at Naomi and said, "You know better than that, sister. Your powers have little to no effect on us. I see you have not yet been promoted to arch angel. What a pity… I guess 'Daddy' is still on holiday?"
"I WILL NOT STAND HERE AND LISTEN TO YOUR BLASPHEMY. I SEE THAT I AM NOT NEEDED HERE!" screamed Naomi. "Abdociel, Baradiel , we are leaving." Abbadon's knights fell to the ground in a loud crash.
As Naomi and her Angels turned Abbadon started laughing, "Ha! I hear the Winchesters have been a thorn in your side as well, Naomi, having the Angel Tablet and what not?"
"I am dealing with it. It does not concern you. And let it be said, that if you ever lay your hands on the Angel Tablet, I will smite you myself." Naomi breathed.
"That is why I have summoned you, sister. It so happens that the Winchesters have also gotten their pesky little hands on my Demon Tablet, as well as the Creatures Tablet that Eve so desperately wants."
A ripple of crazy laughter escaped from Naomi's mouth as she was standing with her back to her sister.
"I struggle to see the relevancy of summoning me, in your reason." replied Naomi.
"You see, Naomi, it is not a secret at all that the human race have been keeping us from what we want, what we need, what we deserve – the acceptance from our superiors. God. Lucifer. Whoever. 'Daddy' has been on a break for how long now? I can only imagine that with you leading and trying to follow through on your orders, only to be stopped in your tracks by humans, the Winchesters and wayward angels, have made you extremely angry? Fret not because as you may know, my little demons including Crowley have also been helping the Boys get what they want, helping them meddle with the bigger picture – a task better to be left to us. And this has fucking made my blood boil. Even our sister, Eve, has been through much, the Winchester trying to purify Earth's creatures by killing her children. Do you not see the connection, Naomi? It is up to us to stop these stubborn fools. It is time for us to take the power into our own hands. It is time to subtract human involvement where they were never included to start with. They have grown too knowledgeable of things higher than them and therefore for us to arbitrate our higher-being issues, we first have to finish off of the small admin… The humans... The Winchesters."
Abbadon could feel Naomi's interest growing with every word she spoke. Abbadon knew that Naomi hated little but the Winchesters were the closest the angel felt to hate. Naomi was slowly turning to her. Eyeing Abbadon with great curiosity, Naomi said, "We have been trying for years. How do you propose we do that? How will it be different this time?"
Abbadon and Eve smiled at each other and then Abbadon replied, "Together, sister, I want us to play a little game. Let us tip the open jar of our combined strengths and let it spill over unto Earth."
Naomi moved over and took a seat at the broken desk. She looked to either side of her, making sure that her brothers were still keeping her safe. Contentedly she breathed, "I am listening…"
Another A/N: This is not a one-shot… Chapter 1 will be going up on the 10th of June 2013. So please feel free to review, comment, ramble. If it were possible I would have sent you all Supernatural T-Shirts. Or pay you with mah sex! Hahaha! OH YEAH, there is going to be Destiel in this Fic. Just wait for it, please! I WILL sign a binding contract with you!
