AN: Hey guys! Before I get started, I got a question from one of my reviewers about what kind of fanfic this would be. They asked if this would be a GenFic, or if it would have any pairings in it. I hadn't ever heard of a GenFic, so I looked it up. XD As far as sexual situations go, there will be a few moments of seduction, men hitting on women, and Dean messing around w/ Cas in his female form and whatnot, but no full on sex scenes of course. And I'm gonna tell you all this right now, there is no slash involved. I like reading and watching slash, yet I don't particularly write about it. But, if you're here looking for some sexual tension between any of our beloved characters (cough cough, Dean and Castiel, cough cough), then don't worry! There will be now that Cas is in the body of a beautiful young woman. ;)
Story Title: Castiella
Story Summary: Sam and Dean are on another run of the mill creature call in Hotevilla, Arizona about an Incubus that's draining the life out of women all over town. Castiel has been MIA for a few days, but finally shows up again after a... surprising change. What happened to his original meat suit, and how did he get into the body of a young woman? How will all this confusion effect the case? Find out!
Chapter summary: Castiel finally shows up after days of being gone and, rather than wondering where he's been, the Winchesters don't quite understand how the hell he got turned into a woman? Unfortunately, their angel buddy doesn't know how it all went down either, but that's what he's trying to find out. Meanwhile, he decides to help the boys out on their case, revealing that there's something more dangerous about this particular Incubus compared to all the rest!
:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~
Chapter Three: Castiel's Feminine Side
"Hello, Dean. Sam. I got your call."
"Who are you?" Dean grabbed his pistol that was lying on the table while Sam pulled out his trusty demon-slaying knife.
The woman stood near the far window of their room, seemingly unarmed. She looked completely harmless, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and an army green jacket over a white undershirt, but when was someone who could magically appear out of nowhere considered "normal"? Her gaze was set, and those blue eyes weren't turning black or yellow or some other weird color, at least for now. The fact that she was acting so familiar with them was somewhat unsettling as well, because almost every evil being they'd met for the first time would greet them by their names like they were old chums.
The woman tilted her head as if puzzled by their question. She took a few steps forward, but the boys held up their weapons to make sure she didn't come any closer.
"What's wrong?" She asked innocently, but Dean wasn't going to be fooled.
"Listen, lady, you got 5 seconds to tell us who you are and why you're here, or we shank your ass." He ground out, Sam standing firm beside him.
Their visitor swapped glances with the boys, then closed her eyes as if she was reprimanding herself for forgetting something. Her facial features softened as she responded, "Relax. I'm not what I appear to be."
"Damn right, you aren't." Dean spat, in which the woman said quickly after...
"It's me, Castiel."
…
After a long drawn out silence, Dean replied with a simple, "What?"
The woman nodded in exasperation. "I know it seems... ridiculous, but it's the truth. I wouldn't lie to you."
"Castiel wouldn't. You on the other hand?"
"I'm not a demon." She insisted.
Sam lowered his knife a bit and slowly asked, "Were... were you the one on the phone earlier?"
"Yes. That was me. Sorry I didn't respond. I was too... nervous." The woman averted her eyes. "And I was afraid you wouldn't think it was me if I answered, so I decided to come here."
Dean still wasn't convinced. "How did you know where we were exactly? Cas can't track us down unless we tell him our location."
"Sam mentioned something about an Incubus. This town is in one of the main areas where Incubi have been thriving lately, so I came here first. Sam was standing near the window of this room when he was on the phone with me. It was by chance that I saw him." The smokiness of her voice did have a similar sound to Castiel's, but how could the Winchesters be absolutely sure this girl wasn't trying to trick them? Nowadays, you could barely trust anything but your own instincts.
Dean didn't lower his guard, but he did take on a more loose position. "Alright then. If you're the mighty and powerful Castiel like you say you are, then give us a preview of your angel mojo."
Even Sam wasn't sure what his brother was talking about for a minute.
" 'Angel mojo'? I don't quite understand what you're asking of me. And I never said I was mighty or powerful." The naivety was also similar to Cas.
"Well if you're an angel you should be able to conjure up some heavenly voo doo."
The woman shook her head. "My brothers and I do not practice the ways of black magic. The dark arts is something of which we do not utilize or encourage."
Dean was getting frustrated that she wasn't understanding him, while Sam was attempting not to smirk. The possibility that this really was Castiel was becoming more and more apparent.
"I think he means we need to see a display of angelic power for us to judge whether you're the real Castiel. Or better yet, perhaps tell us something that only we three know about. Something personal, maybe?" Sam clarified.
"Oh. Why didn't you say so?" She asked in all seriousness. The woman walked up to Dean, who was rigid and ready to strike if necessary, and was about to place her two finers on his head before he stopped her.
"Woah, woah, woah! What're you doing?"
"I was just going to transport us outside for a second, and then back in here. I figured that might be enough proof to you that I'm the real Castiel. Although..." She lowered her hand. "Perhaps that wouldn't be the wisest idea."
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"Well... last time I tried doing so, Dean said something about not being able to empty his bowels for 7 days straight."
The Winchester boys nearly choked on their own spit; Dean from shock, and Sam from holding back laughter. He had never heard that story before from his older brother and, boy, it broke the ice faster than 1, 2, 3. Dean's face was flushed from embarrassment which he tried to hide at all costs by rubbing his nose. The woman just stood there and wondered why they were acting so strangely.
"Okay, okay." Sam finally calmed down. "So... how'd you end up like this, Cas?"
"I'd like to know the same thing." Dean grunted. Whatever story she told would be the last confirmation he needed to know whether this girl was who she said she was.
The woman, now affirmed as Castiel, was relieved to hear that they finally believed him, and began telling them what happened. "It was last week. I had just got through searching the west African coast for a regiment of demons that were planning a major attack on one of the cities. They were very low ranking and easy to defeat. Later that evening, I started feeling somewhat... out of sorts. Before I could find a place to rest, I blacked out. I didn't wake up until morning, and I soon realized that Jimmy was no longer my vessel."
"Has something like this ever happened to other angels?" Sam had sat down on his bed.
"No. It's the first time I felt such symptoms. I was afraid I might've been losing my power, or had been attacked."
"Don't tell me you went on another little drinking spree." Dean chuckled.
"Believe me, I wish that were the case, Dean. This is not exactly a... proud time for me." He looked down at his body, all hope gone from his face. "I looked everywhere for Jimmy, but there's no sign of him, nor am I able to sense where he's been."
"Is that abnormal?"
"Very. When an angel has been connected to its host for a long period of time, we have the ability to seek out their presence no matter where they are. But I can't feel Jimmy."
"And that's why you've been gone all week?" Dean put his hands on his hips.
"Yes."
"Why didn't you just come to us right away? Bobby might've been able to look something up for you."
"... If possible, I would have wanted to fix this problem myself, before I was able to see you two again. I understand now that it might take longer than I originally thought to right this."
Dean, bit his lip and grinned while steadily making his way to Castiel. That mischievous expression was in no way a good sign. "You sure it wasn't because you didn't want us seeing the more, uh... feminine side of you, sweety?"
"Well, that too." Cas was always so honest. It never allowed for Dean to have any fun with the guy.
"So wait. You're going to be in this girl's body until you find ol' Jimmy again, am I right?" He just had to clarify.
"Yes. It seems that is my only option."
Dean let out a laugh and clapped his hands together. " 'Ho man! This is... I don't know what this is, but I gotta tell ya: I'm going to be enjoying this moment in time for as long as I live, Cassy baby." He patted the angel on his back, but more gently than usual since he was female now.
"I don't think this is very funny." Castiel had the slightest hint of a pout on his silky-skinned face.
"Don't worry, Cas. We'll figure out how to reverse this once we've wrapped up the case, and we'll find Jimmy." Sam said with as much self control as he could muster. Dean wasn't the only one who found this situation to be highly entertaining.
Dean rested his hands on his knees from chuckling so much and added, "Hey, Cas! Let me know how those monthly surprises work out, ok?"
Castiel was sure he hadn't a clue what Dean was talking about, but no doubt it was some form of childish mockery. "How?"
The older Winchester wiped a tear from his eye. " 'How' what?"
"How will we find Jimmy? If I can't, then you two certainly couldn't."
"Well gee, thanks, Cassy."
The angel glared at him. "Stop calling me that."
"Oh, I'm sorry. You prefer Castiella?" He smiled.
"Okay, guys, chill! Look, we've only got about 8 hours before that Incubus kills another girl out there. If we want to fix whatever's happened to Cas, then we need to catch this thing and be done with it, ok?"
"Agreed." Castiel turned his head towards the guy who was bullying him in an accusing manner, those girly pink lips tightening up in annoyance.
"Yeah, I got it. Pfft..." Said bully giggle-snorted.
Sam had to babysit a couple of kids back in college for some extra money, so he was used to dealing with these petty squabbles. "Alright. So, Cas, what do you know about the Incubi?"
The angel proceeded to get the information they had learned first and what the scoop was on the recent victims. After thinking through some of the knowledge he'd picked up from his brothers about demons that fed off of humans, Castiel added to the lore as well.
"Incubi, especially the one you're talking about, have a preference when it comes to which human's energy they feed off of."
Dean sat down at the table and gave him an odd look. "What, you mean they're picky about their white and dark meats?"
"No, it's not the internal organs that Incubi are concerned with. It's the soul."
"Of course it is. Why didn't I think of that?"
Castiel ignored Dean's sarcasm and went on. "The more pure the soul, the more an Incubus' thirst grows, and he'll stop at nothing to obtain it. They're not like the Succubi, who will take almost any man they can get their hands on. An Incubus will only feast on virgins."
"So our perp is selective about his prey. Can't say we haven't run across those type of demons before, right?" He looked across the room and saw Sam nodding in agreement. "You said there was something special about this Incubus, though?"
"Yes. For him to feed on this many woman within 2 weeks time is..."
"Over-excessive?" Sam finished for him.
"To say the least. Incubi only need to drain one to two females a week."
Dean leaned forward in his chair and threaded his fingers together. "So either this guy has the munchies big time, or we're facing more than just any old Incubus here."
"From what you've described, that would be my guess."
The boys were hoping it wouldn't be the latter, but when were they ever that lucky?
Sam sighed. "So how do we find it? If this thing wants the soul of a "pure hearted maiden" then a night club would be the last place to look, right?"
"On the contrary," Castiel said, "Incubi live off the fumes of sexual desire and erogenous activities. He will most likely be hunting in that type of communal gathering."
Dean's eyebrow rose. "Oh yeah. That's the perfect place to find the girl-next-door." He rubbed his head. "Also, I highly doubt there are any night clubs in Hotevilla, Arizona."
"But there are plenty of bars." Sam chimed in.
"Good. Then that's where we'll find the Incubus. Let's go." Castiel headed for the door, but was stopped by Dean.
"Hold the phone, Castiella."
The angel's brow creased in confusion. It looked rather cute now that he was in the body of a woman. "Why do I need to hold the phone?"
"What do you expect us to do once we find it? Just walk up and say, 'Hey there! We noticed you've been overdosing on young girls' souls lately, so we're here to kill you!' " He said matter-of-factly.
"No, of course not." Castiel didn't know why Dean thought a tactic like that could work.
"Alright, so we need to come up with a plan before sundown." The hunter turned back around and started pacing with a hand on his chin.
"What kind of plan?"
Sam got up and explained, "Well, one, like I said, there are plenty of bars here in town. We need to find out which one he's going to make his prowling grounds. Two, we can't afford to wait around and see if some random guy will start hitting on a young woman and hope that its the Incubus. We need to be 100% sure we've got the right man before tailing him later on."
"I can tell."
"You what?" Dean turned his attention to what Castiel said.
"I know what the Incubus' true form looks like. I can identify him from across the room if need be."
"Great!" Sam exclaimed. "So all we need to do now is search the bars around here and Cas can pin point him for us."
"No, no, no. It won't be that simple." Dean dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand.
His younger brother gave him a haughty look. "And why not?"
"Cas, you said this Incubus' behavior is different from others, right?"
"More than different. I'd almost wager that it's acting this way for a particular reason."
"I'm getting that same vibe, too. For all we know, this thing could be stirring up some local mayhem on purpose to get our attention. So before we head in there with our asses exposed like newborn babies, we need to find a way to lure the bastard to us instead."
Sam and Cas glanced at each other for some kind of understanding, but this plan was far beyond any educated guesses they could make. "And just how are we going to do that, Dean?"
"I don't know... yet." He replied, putting his palms against the table top.
Castiel wasn't sure how to contribute to this thinking process, but he didn't want to simply stand around and look pretty. Unfortunately, the more he pondered for a solution, the more his mind kept coming back to the idea of using bait. That would mean having to find a young virgin that would be willing to risk her safety in order to capture the Incubus. Perhaps Sam and Dean were considering this possibility as well?
"Might I suggest tempting him with what he's been seeking?" He hoped his idea didn't sound stupid to Sam or Dean. There were times where the Winchesters had rejected Castiel's methods in the past.
"You mean like bait?" Sam asked, a bit surprised that the angel would suggest something like that.
"Cas," Dean started, "as effective as I'm sure that would be, do you honestly think any girl, or any stranger for that matter, would help us with what we're doing right off the bat?"
"They probably wouldn't believe you about the Incubus before they decide whether or not to help." Castiel felt like he had to inform him of this beforehand.
"Exactly." Dean rolled his eyes.
"It's a good plan, Cas." Sam reassured. "But this is a dangerous job, and we'd rather not get anyone else involved if possible."
"Right." There was a hint of disappointment in the angel's voice.
"Besides, Hotevilla may not be a big city, but there's still gotta be close to hundreds of residents. Where and how would we go about finding a young, pure-souled virgin woman in this town to do our dirty work?"
After Sam asked this, an itching sensation crawled into the back of Dean's head. It was a feeling of realization that swept over the hunter, as if something blatantly obvious has presented itself before him and all he had to do was reach out and take hold of it. He looked up and made eye contact with those lovely blue orbs staring back at him. Dean snickered and crossed his arms like he'd just been given the winning pair of Aces.
"What're we, blind or something?"
The other two in the room regarded Dean worriedly. "What?" They asked.
After composing himself once more, Dean smiled at Castiel, which in no way was a comforting gesture. "I almost forgot that we already have one little pure hearted virgin angel in our possy."
Sam peered over at who his brother was directing the statement at and also made the connection. He couldn't help but smile either. As for Castiel, he wasn't exactly putting two and two together until Dean's eyes began scanning his vessel up and down.
The angel's eyes went wide. "Please don't tell me that you're thinking of..."
"Yup." The hunter nodded, his face filled with confidence.
Castiel opened his mouth to say something, but words were failing him. Sam had to fill in the silence. "Listen, Cas, we know it sounds crazy-"
"I-I do not think I am suited for this kind of thing."
"Oh? And what 'kind of thing' is that, Cassy?" Dean joked, but all he received was Castiel's irritated leer from that fiery face of his. Usually, when women looked at Dean like that, it was pretty arousing.
"Cas, you're the only one who can pick out who the Incubus is, and this way we won't have to make any sacrifices by asking someone to help us." Those pleading puppy dog eyes of Sam's didn't have as much effect on Castiel as it would on Dean, but the angel was starting to feel that this would be the safest way of executing their plan, even if it sounded utterly humiliating.
"Cas, please." Oh, so now Dean addresses him properly? "We'll be watching the entire time. You don't have to worry about that Incubus jerk popping any angelic cherries tonight."
"I don't know what cherries have anything to do with this, but..." There was no way around it. Every other option seemed futile or would take too long. It got Castiel wondering: was it fate that he now harbored a female body in order to fulfill this task? Did God do this to him, or maybe it was the work of something else? It didn't matter at this point. The important thing was to aid these two brothers as best he could, even if it meant posing as a potential victim. "I'll do it."
"Okay then!" Dean yelled a little too excitedly. "Let's get you dolled up, pretty boy. It's time for a girl's night out."
"I have never acted as a female before. The Incubus might know I am lying when I approach it."
"Who said anything about you approaching him? We need to make sure he plays into our hands, not the other way around." Dean instructed while rolling up his sleeves.
"How are we going to do that?"
Sam had rummaged through his back pack and found a bag full of stage makeup for whenever he and Dean needed more convincing disguises. He took out some powered foundation that matched Castiel's current skin tone and got the brush ready. "Leave it to us, Cas. Just a few touch-ups here and there and you'll be a bombshell on legs in no time." Sam began applying the powder onto Castiel's face.
"Yeeah, we should probably do something about the wardrobe, too." Dean speculated while eyeing the angel's rumpled jacket and faded jeans.
"I do not own any other clothing besides what I wear." Castiel stated.
"Don't worry. We got everything we need right here."
Dean got behind Cas and took off the coat for him to see what was underneath. Luckily, the shirt was a skinny-strap sleeveless top. It even had a few eye catching rhinestones along the neck line that dipped enough to see some of Castiel's cleavage.
Castiel's cleavage.
Heh.
Dean wasn't sure whether to laugh, or let his eyes wander a bit more, and for once he wasn't going to get a slap in the face for a free look.
"Dean." Sam addressed in an admonishing tone.
"What?" His brother turned to face him as if he'd been wrongly accused.
"Can we focus here? There's not much time until it's completely dark out."
"Dude, it's really gay when you say that while putting lipstick on a girl."
His younger brother just rolled his eyes and continued his job. Castiel let them do what they thought needed to be done. At one point, Dean told him to take off his pants. This alarmed the angel at first, but once the man explained that it was so he could make the jeans into shorts, Castiel followed his orders, however reluctantly. He wasn't all too familiar with women's fashion, let alone men's. The angel would just have to put his trust in the two boys who were giving him a makeover.
"Ooooh, nice undies." Dean winked at Cas as he observed the black, semi-lacy panties. Castiel was too embarrassed to retort and shifted around in an attempt to hide was little pride he had left. In no time at all, Dean cut the two pant legs off, but not too short. The Incubus was looking for a virgin after all. They needed to dress Cas so that he'd emit some sex appeal, but still seem modest enough. After the necessary adjustments had been made, Sam and Dean stepped back to admire their work, both nodding their heads in approval.
"Alright. Show time."
:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~
AN: LOL. Poor Cas! :C Oh well. At least it's all for a good cause, right? Yeah, we'll see about that in the next chapter, won't we? ;)
Until then!