A/N: SOOO sorry! Just so busy! Why must cello lessons take up all my time?..
Anyways, just here to say that it's Dean first, then Cas POV.
I sat on the sand, surrounded by sleeping people, looking up at the sky. Some other people around me did, too. But, they probably weren't thinking about the "evil sphere of influence" that was supposedly around the island. And, they didn't have to worry about an angel wandering around on the beach, too naïve too know that "I don't sleep" is not a customary response to a question like "You can't sleep either, huh?"
A woman sat down beside me. I looked at her, and the first thing I noticed was that she was hot. No, scratch that, she was totally, stunningly beautiful that I was somewhat flustered when she said, "Hi."
"Um, hi." I sat there for a few seconds, finally regaining my composure. "I'm Dean."
"I'm Kate. Nice to meet you, Dean…" She grimaced. "Actually, don't take this the wrong way, but it's not nice to meet you."
I grinned. "Yeah, plane crash, dead bodies littering the ground, stranded on a desert island. At least you're with a hot guy, right?"
She tried to make an annoyed face, but failed as her face melted into a grin. "You're the first guy I've ever met that tried to hit on me within twenty seconds.
I shrugged. "What can I say? I was stunned by your beauty."
She laughed. "Yeah, sometimes I have that effect on guys. Usually only in a darkened bar after they've been drinking for an hour, though."
I was about to say something to the effect that I couldn't believe that, when I saw Cas staring at us from across the beach. Not his usual creepy stare, but a stare in shock and awe. What was wrong now? I gestured for him to come over. He stood there for a few seconds, then started walking over. I looked over at Kate, who looked slightly disappointed, and shrugged.
"When you see your friend staring at you like he's having hallucinations, you don't ignore him."
Especially when he's just gone from all-powerful to basically human in a matter of seconds, I thought in my head. Or was it seconds? Did he lose his powers as soon as we entered the "Sphere of Influence", or did they fade within the few minutes we had been on the island before he and I met up? As my attention turned back to Cas, who had just sat down gracefully on the sand in front of us, I heard a noise from the jungle. His head snapped around, staring at the jungle. More noises broke out – unearthly, like something I'd hunted that scared victims with its screams. What was that now? I couldn't remember. I faintly heard some screams from other passengers, faintly heard someone saying to Get Up, Dean. I felt Kate and Cas together pull me into the shelter of the wreckage.
Wait… it wanted me to come to it. Another part of my brain was screaming that I wasn't being logical, that had anything else like that I had ever seen had good intentions? I shook my head as I fell into unconsciousness. Something wasn't right.
~~~~~~~~~~~Supernatural~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lost~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I stood on the beach, surveying the bodies. A few hours ago, I would have been able to tell instantly if any of them had any life left. Now, I was almost human.
My gaze swept over the survivors. I could still sense their souls, most portraying either anxiety or shock. However, I could not see their souls, not even the faintest trace. Except, I had known Dean for so long that I could see his soul, scarred as it was, completely. He was speaking with someone, and inside his soul there was a spark of… attraction? Heavy attraction. My view of the person he was talking to was obstructed, but there was a sort of radiance from behind the large man blocking my view of –
I gasped. Her soul was the most darkly beautiful thing I had ever seen. Most of it was pure white, shining like a new born soul, untouched by the sin of this life or any past one. But the rest of it was dark, pure black, darker than anything. Most of the time, sinfulness affected all of the soul at once and turned the soul darker than it had been. But this soul concentrated all of the darkness of all of the lives into one small area.
One small area of her soul, shaped like angel wings.
I stood staring for what seemed like eternity. I wanted to admire this forever. But I saw Dean waving me over, and so I reluctantly shifted my gaze from her to him. As I walked closer, though, I could sense more about her. She was Kate. Her name was Katherine Anne Austen. It was fitting. The name as a whole meant pure magnificent grace.
I sat down beside Dean and was about to ask what he wanted, when the noise started. I jerked my head around. A feeling of pure evil radiated from the jungle. Dean seemed to be enraptured by it, staring at the forest. Kate was tugging at him, and I joined in. He struggled slightly. I realized with horror that if we had not stopped him, he would have gone towards the jungle.
"Get up, Dean!" I growled, and I thought he heard me, as he relaxed. Kate and I heaved him into the shelter of the wreckage. Just as he fell unconscious, Kate's arm brushed mine. I felt a surge of power, and I dropped Dean's arm in shock. I could hear my brothers trying to speak to me. My link to heaven had been closed when I lost my powers, but now I could hear what they were trying to tell me.
Protect the woman, protect the Chosen One and her partner. Protect the Mother and the Righteous Man.
Of course. She was the Mother, the woman that was meant to bear the Child. This beautiful soul was meant to bear the Child of an ancient prophecy.
The message I was hearing changed to the chanting of one verse of the old poem that foretold…
The Child will come, borne of Wings or Right,
The Heavenly Brother will show his might,
The Righteous Man may father the Child,
Or Thursday's Young make the world run wild.
The chanting changed back into orders.
Protect her. Protect her or the world shall arise and fight against us.
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