Summary
White witches are beings created by God after the archangels, but before the angels and humans. They are meant to protect His creations alongside the angels. They are more like people then the angels, and closer to the archangels the low level angels.
Going off on Naomi telling Castiel he was there for the tenth plague, and wiping his mind clean. Slight A/U, involving plenty of Gabriel, Winchesters, Crowley, and Castiel/OC. Delilah, once affiliates of heaven together, strings a web of lies to cover up leaving heaven. Everything comes crashing down for her, and half-truths and betrayal constantly get in the way.
It's sixteen miles,
To the promised land,
And I promise you I'm doing the best I can.
When He created people, Delilah remembered the light and power that went with it. She sat up above and stared, amazed by the lights. She also remembered the little temper tantrum Lucifer threw. For about a decade, he sat and stewed. Then God told all the Angels and all the White Witches that they were to protect, and love those beings more than they loved their Father. That was when Lucifer exploded. He came to her in privacy one day, to confide.
"I can't." he said. "These people are flawed, I can not love them."
Delilah stared at him, looking around surreptitiously. "Learn to love them. If God or Michael found out-"
"They will understand." Lucifer was wrong, it was a mistake on his part. Delilah liked Lucifer, maybe even more than Gabriel. But everyone was fond of Lucifer; he was beautiful and charming. And maybe he would be forgiven if he hadn't went down to Earth the fateful day.
Delilah watched the creature in front of her, snarling with black eyes. She looked at Lucifer with horror. "What have you done?" she gasped, appalled. He had a smirk on, like 'look what I did to his precious human'. He tempted a corrupted a human soul, Lillith.
She stared at the beast, it was repulsive and malevolent. Evil. "Look at it!" Lucifer boasted, looking to the angels. "Do you know how difficult it was to turn her soul to evil?" his eyes fell on Delilah, he smirked. "It wasn't." She slowly shook her head at him.
"Turn her back!" an angel cried, hysterical and disturbed. "His wrath! You will not escape it Lucifer."
Lucifer scoffed her off. "I am his favorite. His beloved."
Gabriel spoke up, to Delilahs surprise. "He loves the humans more than he loves you." He said, harsh but honest. The grief on his face was a first for Gabriel. He watched as the thing sat on the ground, smirking at them all. Lucifer looked at him, his pride protecting whatever emotion he was feeling.
And then He had Michael send him into hell.
Disobeying Heaven had never been heard of, it scared a lot of the angels, the white witches were more amused at the drama show (besides Delilah who had been distress by Lucifer's fall). So when Gabriel came to her one day, she grinned and raised an eyebrow at him. "If anyone has doubts about these angel assholes, it's you." Was his reasoning. He left out the part that she was the only person, other than himself, who was strong enough and convincing enough to pull it off.
She had liked Gabriel, while obnoxious and a smart ass, she preferred that to the boring, too serious angel(which is why she had liked Lucifer, and detested Michael). After she faked Gabriel's death, they wouldn't speak for a long time.
Delilah had her doubts, but they were so unheard of that she kept them in for a long time.
But when the ten plagues of Egypt began, she reached her breaking point. Her and Castiel were sent for the tenth plague, and that is when it all fell apart. Castiel's sense of right and wrong was his biggest downfall, how much he cared for the people was his second biggest downfall.
Delilah's biggest downfall was her unwavering allegiance to Castiel. Her fondness for him was used against her as punishment.
They punished Castiel severely, making Delilah watch, and then wiped his memory clean of beforehand. He didn't remember the punishment, or what happened in Egypt. The punishment was meant for Delilah.
They also branded her, as a warning to all white witches to not get close to angels. Until eternity, she wore two large scars on her back, starting just below her he shoulder and ended where her back curved. Two sets of those scars, meant to look like an Angel getting their wings ripped out.
That is when she had had enough. She sought out Gabriel; he was hiding out alone in a cabin in France.
It was storming quiet violently, but Delilah made the walk to his home, soaking wet. When he opened the door, he was grinning. "I knew you'd come to me. Got to admit, didn't think it would be so soon."
"Let me in." she said harshly, swallowing thickly. She had had enough, she was at the end of her rope. She gave up on heaven.
"No polite exchanges got it." He rolled his eyes, stepping aside.
She glanced at him and stepped in. "Nice outfit."
"Like him?" he asked, examining his skin.
"How'd you trick the poor bastard into agreeing to let you in?" she asked, taking in his kitchen. She ran her fingers over the counter. She liked being on Earth, Heaven was monotonous, and dull.
"You'd be surprised how convincing I am." Delilah wasn't in the mood for the debate of vessels. "So, you're sick of Heaven and want out? Did you and Cas get into a little squabble?" Delilah looked at him sharply. She wasn't in the mood to talk about him, what had happened. At the very least, for Gabriel to poke fun at the situation. She turned her back to him and lifted her shirt, showing the two parallel scars. "Christ, what happened?"
"Punishment." She said simply. "The only way to protect Castiel is if he thinks I'm gone and dead. And I need your help." She pulled her shirt down and faced him, leaning against the counter.
Gabriel's face was serious, probably for the first time in a long time. The only other time she could think of is when he laid eyes on the demon Lucifer created. "That will certainly put me above the radar that I have been trying to stay below." His voice was light, but it was to mask the serious task looming between them.
"You owe me." She said seriously.
Gabriel threw his head back, groaning. "Fine. Fine. But don't say I never did anything for you."
Present Day
Things had gone smooth for centuries.
But one day a knock came to Delilah's modest cottage home. The brunette was shocked to open the door to a little girl, who could not have been more than eight years of age. She had blonde hair tied back with a pink bow, a baby blue dress loose on her frame. Delilah gave that big fake smile adults give to kids when they are concerned, looking around. "Her there sweetie." Her eyes landed back to the girl. "You lost?"
She shook her head. "No. This guy in a suit told me to come here and ask if he can come in." her voice was sweet, and Delilah stares hard past the girls face, but she wasn't a monster; she was a human little girl. "He said his name is…" she cast her eyes down, seeming to think hard. "Um, he said he was… King… Kind of…"
Delilah's smile faltered. "He didn't by chance call himself the King of the Crossroads, did he?"
The little girls face lit up. "Yeah! He said he needed to talk to you."
If it wasn't for the fact Crowley hadn't contacted her in a century, she would have said no. "Run back and tell him he has five minutes." The little girl ran off and Delilah walked over to one of her drawing on the wall, smudging it. It was the once that tethered all of her anti-demon spells together. She would repair it after Crowley left.
"Hello Darling." She turned around to see him sitting at her table. "It's been a while." She stared at his grin, unamused. He looked different from the last time she had seen him, like he had aged his body. The idea that a crossroads demon would do this on purpose almost amused her.
"What do you want." She meant her voice to come out harsh
"I always liked how you hated subtly, darling." He eyed her liquor cabinet. "Can a bloke get a drink? I see you have some of that good Johnnie Walker scotch." Same old Crowley, practically had a drink in his hand everywhere he went.
Delilah walked over to the liquor, pouring him some scotch. She hated the demon, but she wasn't a bad host(and she did owe him). "Don't look so pleased. I'd let you die of thirst in a desert." She informed him as she set his glass down, taking the seat across from him.
"Don't be so visious, sweetheart. You and I both know you were fond of Crowley not long ago."
She rolled her eyes. "I've never been fond of you. I gave into you once when your persona looked a lot better look, an extremely long time ago." She leaned forward, grinning sinfully. "I pretended I was with someone else." She threw that in, for good measure.
He looked amused. "I pretended we were doing something else."
"Why are you here?" she repeated, not keen on talking about the mistake she had made long ago. Besides, she knew she rocked his world.
"Alright, alright. I've had my fun. How long has it been since you tuned into the old angel waves?"
That threw her for a loop. She raised an eyebrow at him. "I don't know, it's been about fifty years. I got sick of listening to them."
"Well, we have a bit to catch up on then. Are you aware of the Winchesters?" she shook her head. "Sam and Dean Winchester. The hunters."
"Oh, oh. Yeah, I've heard of them." Delilah understood the need for Hunters, but they were barbaric neanderthals who died young, bringing destruction with them everywhere. But she heard about them when they opened the gates of hell, shortly after killing Azazel.
"Yes, well one of the brothers made a deal and such as, selling his life to save his brothers, that jazz. I personally didn't take the order, but when it came time to pay due, Dean was taken to hell as part of the agreement."
"Lovely story. Really, but I have better things to do." Delilah didn't have time to fight Crowley on all of the souls he brought to hell unfairly. His visit was agitating her, and she went to stand up.
"Dean was rescued from hell." He said, the sentence dropping into the air. "Castiel, actually pulled him from the pit." Delilah never wanted to appear speechless around Crowley, but apparently today was the day. She froze from attempting to sit up, eyes wide and fixed on the demon. "Castiel is here, walking around Earth, playing guardian to the Winchesters."
"Is he on to me?" she asked, her voice hollow.
"Not that I know. The Winchesters however, have been trying to get a hold of Phoenix feather. And I looked in the mirror and I said, 'You handsome devil, what on this planet could you use Phoenix feather for?' and it I realized, they want to summon a white witch. You, in particular. Word on the street is they think they can take your power and use it as a weapon. Against Lilith. They've been hunting down my demons after some crazy witchtold them about the white witch." Delilah rolled her eyes, common human 'witches' disgusted her, most were evil bitches who sent prayers to white witches, trying to borrow some of their power. Anytime Delilah got a prayer, she would throw their little spell book in their face.
"Why would they think they can use my power?"
"You are older then Lilith, you have more power than her, and in theory if you're power could be contained into a weapon, it could be used against her."
She rolled her eyes. "They can't contain my power. Idiots."
"I'll say. It doesn't help that they see you as a monster to be… Exterminated."
Delilah stood up, biting her thumb. She wasn't worried about the two getting one over on her, she was worried about Castiel finding out about her. "Where are they?"
"A town over, they are narrowing in on you. They are traveling with that bitch Ruby, who has been using black magic to locate you. I have one of my demons tracking them." Delilah looked at him condescension, she was aware she was supposed to be flattered, but he was a demon. A crossroads demon no less, who referred to himself as the king of the crossroads, the arrogant prick.
"Leave." She said.
He looked taken aback. "Leave? That's all you have to say?"
"And send me one of your demons. I need one to lead me to the Winchesters."
He drank the rest of his scotch, looking at her with unamused eyes. "You have a funny way of saying thank you."
"You say that like this information was free." She sighed, letting her guard down and putting her head in her hands. This wasn't good, Castiel was on Earth and his wards were looking for her. She was lucky he didn't know what they were up to. But she knew her luck would run out. She looked up to see the unsightly demon still at her table. "Get out Crowley." She snapped.
"Fine, I'll be seeing you Darling." With that, he was gone.
She wasn't worried about him, she would find out the catch from Crowley in time. Nothing was ever out of the goodness of his heart, and this meeting would come back to her.
Delilah would just have to find the Winchesters before they found her.
"They're in that diner." The demon, who she found know need to find out his name, pointed out. She nodded, casting him a pointed look.
"You can leave." He didn't look shocked by this. Delilah had a bit of a habit ill-mannered and impolite when it came to… well everyone. But demons in particular. Admittedly, she was bitter and broken. She used to be pleasant and charming, but that was back when her and Castiel still worked together. She assumed her new behavior was due to how hard she took it when she left heaven.
"Nothing is free you know." The demon grinned sickly. "Crowley said you'd make it worth my while."
Delilah kept in an exasperated sigh that threatened to spill out of her. She turned away from the diner, to face the vile creature. "And what did Crowley tell you to expect from me?"
He smirked. "He said you are a wonderful lay."
Delilah didn't let the rage show. She smirked seductively, stepping into him. Eagerly, the idiot went to put his hands on her. She cupped his face, and a birght light came through his eyes and mouth. The last thing he saw was her blank face.
He fell to the ground and chewed her cheek as she looked at the body. "Prick."
Delilah walked into the busy diner, glancing around. Her eyes landed on two young men, handsome and talking seriously to one another. They were alone, and that was good. She inhaled deeply, walking over to them. She stopped short in front of them, catching her attention. They looked from each other to her. "Hey, um, you the waitress?" the shorter one asked.
She grinned, charmingly. "No." she grabbed a chair from behind her and sat down, looking back and forth. "I heard you two were looking for me, so I decided to come here first. So, here I am." The boys exchanged a look.
"Who are you?" the same man asked. He sounded serious.
"Delilah. You know, the one you are trying to hunt down?" she joked.
"You're the witch?" he shouted. People started to look and Delilah sighed. She whispered under her breath and every patron fell to a deep sleep. Someone fell to the floor with a thud, while others going limp at their table. "What did you do to them you bi-" Delilah held up her hand and he closed his mouth involuntarily.
"We are going to have a talk." She said calmly. "I want to talk to you both. Just us three, no demon. And no Casitel." She swallowed, she hadn't said his name out loud in a very long time. "Can we do that?" reluctantly, he nodded and she released him. "Now, which one is Sam, and which one is Dean?"
"So you ran away from Heaven." Sam said slowly.
"Correct." Delilah left a large chunk out; how close she was to Castiel, Gabriel and his involvement. "And your plan to kill me and take my energy to make into a weapon, forget it. First of all, you wouldn't be able to kill me, you'd need an archangel. Second, my energy isn't a metal to melt into a bullet. You two wouldn't even know what to do with it."
"So you are going to help us then." Dean said, as an order. She looked him up and down, annoyed; presumptuous, arrogant ass.
"No, I don't fight anymore." she corrected him, politely. He was lucky she didn't throw him through the glass.
Dean glared at her. "So you are going to sit back and left Lucifer get let out of the cage? If he rises, humanity dies."
"And I wish you and humanity all the best on your endeavor to keep Lucifer locked up, really. But I left Heaven. I'm not on their side, or Lucifer's side. I am a simple middle party." Dean seemed to be filled with rage, but she was standing by her decision; besides, if she got involved Castiel would find out about her existence. "Please understand, I love humans, I love Earth. Creation is dear to me. But White Witches and Arch Angels were close. Lucifer came to me before he made the first demon, you know. I cared about him."
Dean made a face of disgust. "You care about Satan himself."
Delilah leaned in to the mouthier brother. Something in her had snapped. "Lucifer was the most beautiful and beloved archangel. Back then, his biggest flaws were his pride and jealousy. He wasn't Satan. Asking me to choose between Lucifer, my friend, and the place I rebelled against. Neither are very appealing to me. So listen here, you conceited asshole- stop looking for me. Just leave me alone."
Dean shook his head. A condescending gesture from a human, it made her skin crawl. "If you're not with us, you're against us. And I gotta' tell you sweetheart, I hunt things against us."
Delilah leaned very close to Dean, her lips brushing against his cheek. "Then come hunt me, sweetheart. I would love to see you try."
The witch disappeared.
Freakin' hate witches, Dean thought to himself, standing up. He walked out of the diner, slamming the doors shut. His brother followed him out. "Castiel! Get your ass over here!" he yelled to the skies.
"Dean, keep it down." Sam urged, looking around. "Maybe we should just let it go Dean. Think about it, pretty much made treason against heaven. Pretty sure that's a big deal, we can't blame her for not wanting them to know she's alive."
"I don't care." Dean snapped. "She is powerful enough to kill Lilith. Castiel!" Dean ignored Sam protesting. No one appeared. "We found your girlfriend. Delilah?"
"What do you mean you found her?" both boys whipped around. Dean shook his head, annoyed. If the witch didn't want to help him, he would sell her out and force her hand.
"Dean, stop." Sam begged.
"You didn't find her." Cas grumbled. "She's dead. How do you know of her anyway?"
Dean took a few steps toward Cas. "No, she's not. We've been trying to locate her and she came to us."
"Yes she is, I watched her die." He said sharply. "What would influence you to search for her?"
"The witch in Wyoming told us about her. She said legend has it that Delilah the white witch is powerful enough to take on Lilith."
"I lost-" Cas cut himself off. "Delilah died in battle a long time ago."
"We'll prove it." Dean said, pulling a long hair from his pocket. "We can use this to locate her." Sam eyed the hair and sighed. Cas snatched it away from Dean, eyeing it up. He looked at Dean, eyes wide. He was almost showing emotion.
"This is hers."
Castiel stared at the cottage. There was a definite powerful aura he hadn't seen in a long time surrounding it. Without warning to the brothers, he appeared inside.
She jumped, staring at him with horror in her eyes. She had long, voluminous, curly and dark brunette hair. Her lips were full, her eyes big and wide just like he remembered. She hadn't changed, he noted. God had made the white witches to look beautiful. "Castiel." She whispered. He took a few steps toward her, astonished to see her standing in front of him. "I'm sorry." It was odd, to hear her voice.
"I saw you." He finally spoke. "I saw you die." He thought of the day, when a city had been particularly over run with demons. He watched it happen, but he remembered there was no body to collect.
And she was standing in front of him
"Castiel, I am so sorry." She bit her lip. "I had to leave-"
"You're a deserter." He said solemnly. "I mourned you."
"No, Castiel." She said quickly, grabbing his hands into hers. He looked to their entwined. He could remember her touch like it was yesterday. When she died, he wished over and over to feel her touch once again. "Heaven was a mess, with Lucifer and Michael… The ten plagues-"
"We weren't even there for the plagues, Delilah." He snapped. Something crossed her face, but she swallowed.
"What the angels did… I couldn't do it anymore." Suddenly, Sam and Dean burst through the door. Delilah's eyes narrowed and she let go of Castiel. "You sons of a bitch." She lifted her hand and both brothers were thrown into the wall. Castiel reacted quickly, grabbing her and throwing her against the counter.
"Let them go." He drawled out, his eyes boring into hers. Her hand went limp and Castiel heard them fall to the ground. He released her hand, but didn't back up.
"Castiel please. They will kill me, torture me." She almost begged him. "I had to leave. The angels have lost their way, and God didn't care."
Castiel stared at her hard. "Why did you not come to me?"
"I couldn't put you in that position." She whispered. "I didn't want to put you in harm. They would punish you, Castiel."
Castiel felt things flashing in his chest that were unfamiliar to him. Perhaps his vessel was malfunctioning. He knew right then and there he should call Uriel, but he couldn't do it. He was supposed to alert the angels, but why did the thing he was supposed to do, the right thing, feel wrong? She was right, they would punish her, almost certainly send her to hell, or worse. Thinking of her, so innocent and always doing the right thing in the place made him feel what could only be described as sick. "I trusted you more than anyone." He said quietly. She didn't say anything, only stared. "I won't… alert the Angels. If you agree to help me."
"Yes Castiel." She said, her voice defeated. It was strange, her taking orders from him. Usually it had been the other way around.
"You are to guard the Winchesters when I can't, come when they call." Her eyes went wide.
"Castiel-"
"I have shown mercy, this is the price you will pay." He spoke lowly. "Be grateful."
"I can't. They would sell you if it meant saving their own ass." She sounded almost hysterical. "They are irreverent Castiel. They are spoiled brats."
Castiel grinned almost at her. "I thought that is what you liked about the humans. How flawed they were."
"They will be the death of you Castiel." She whispered. "And they don't care."
"You owe me a thank you." He said. He turned to the brothers, walking toward them. "And it is time for you two to go. You may call upon her if you need help." Before either could object, he touched them and the two disappeared.
Delilah wanted to throw up. She turned her back to Castiel, leaning over the sink and inhaling deeply. She couldn't believe this was happening. "I wanted to leave the fight, Castiel."
"Humanity is a stake." He said neutrally. "Once a soldier, always a soldier." She turned to look at him. He sounded so far away. He was angry with her. His vessel was distractedly handsome, however. His hair was dark and his eyes a dark blue. Her body ached to touch him. It had been a long time since she was in his presence, and it was almost a relief. Unfortunately, He cursed her and all white witches with human emotions, and leaving Castiel behind had caused a great grief inside of her.
He was beautiful, then and now.
"Castiel-" he cut her off with a look, his face pulled into a far away and pensive look. He seemed to be far away. She pressed her lips together. She wanted to reach to him. She ached to hear him say he missed her. To tell her about his 'great and unwavering fondness' for her, as he had did back in the day.
She should be grateful that he was still loyal to her, but there was so little her remembered. He had no idea what they had been through-Naomi made sure of that. But he looked at her with disdain. "We aren't going to talk about it?"
"No." and he was gone.
An unwanted to sob punched her in the stomach and threatened to spill out of her mouth. She almost fell to the ground, gripping the counter. Even if he didn't sell her out, this would not end well. She was lying, making lies to cover her lies. She was in trouble and she knew it. Disaster and tragedy was looming over her like an imminent storm. "Gabriel." She called out. "Gabriel, I need you!"
At an alarming speed, he stood before her for the first time in decades. His usual laid back resolve looked cracked as he took her in. "Castiel…. He's on Earth." She swallowed. "He found me."
A/N: So what do you guys think? I just wanted to write a short first chapter to see if enough of you guys would like it. Can I get some thoughts and feedback? I would love to know what you guys think!