Title: Dead, Not Gone
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Joss owns the BtVS girls, Kripke owns SPN guy.
Summary: Castiel's a busy little angel, what with pulling Dean out of Hell, and others out of heaven.
A/N: Resurrected 'verse. Which is just insane and in my brain. . .eating it
A/N2: The first three parts depict Cassie Newton's, Ash's, and Anya's point of return to the living. Connected to the Buffy/Graham & Dawn/Dean pairing/seven fandom crossverse - better known as the Resurrected verse.. Its instant crack. And I'm making up Ash's name. Don't fear, you'll probably never hear it again after this bit.
Also, slight spoilers for the season 5 finale(not too huge, because there's a season 6 and nothing that happens doesn't get fixed - in both my fanon and canon - by the start of the sixth season. Kind of.)
Dead, Not Gone
Ash dipped and ducked through someone's damn leafy paradise, trying to get the hell away from whoever was tailin' him. Son of bitch was fast, and even in heaven he wasn't the fastest man. As he whirled around to dodge past his tail, Ash slammed head-first into a glowing white wall.
"Son of a bitch!" Ash felt someone grab tight onto his arms and drag him bodily through the planes. He kicked and fought, but it didn't do him a lick of good. His ass was hauled on down to a moon-flooded road, stumbling just behind a blonde with a weird dye job.
"Hey, watch the language, Billy Ray," a dark haired woman stood beside the blonde - who looked like a kid now that he was getting a good look at her. The brunette gestured to the teen. "Tiny ears here!"
"I'm seventeen," the girl muttered. "And I'm supposed to be twenty-four."
"And miss out on your junior and senior years of high school? No. I think not, Cassie," the brunette rolled her eyes. "And where the hell do you think you're going, Washington Nathaniel Hawes?"
"Woman, I do not want that name gettin' out! I was on government watch lists!" Ash hissed, loosing that smooth redneck drawl in a moment of blind panic.
"Ash, chill," the teenager rolled her eyes at his freak out. "As far as the government is concerned, you were incinerated at the Roadhouse."
"Why am I breathin' anyway?" Ash shook his head, turning back to the brunette.
"You're needed, Mullet-man," she shrugged. "And we need every available asset playing on our side or else the bad guys win in the most awful of ways."
"Castiel goes splat, Bobby gets snap," Cassie made a twisting motion with her right hand. "Dean's unpretty and Sam falls down."
"Huh?"
"You really don't want to know unless you have a margarita the size of your head handy," Cassie shuddered. "Explain it better, Cordelia."
"Bad shit's about to happen, and we need a Seer, a super genius and a vengeance demon on our side to save the day. You get un-deaded, a plucky assistant and an unlimited supply of beer," Cordelia sighed. "And you get to keep your girls safe."
It wasn't the lure of the free beer or the plucky assistant that got him to say yes. It was lure of keeping Jo and Ellen Harvelle safe, the lure of finally paying them back for all of those years they let him laze around the bar practically for free that had him agreeing to be - as Cordelia had put it - un-deaded.
Though he'd swear it was the free beer if anyone ever asked.
