I know, it took me a little longer to finish this one but I was suffering from crazy writers block. Also, I just finished the sixth season, and WHAT THE HELL! Honestly, could Cas be anymore of a sneaky little jerk!? Well, I guess we're stuck with Godstiel, for now. Oh, btw, during the War part, I suggest you listen to a song called "The Four Horsemen" by Judas Priest, cause I did and it's 50 times better.
RosePhoenix18274: Thanks! And she will have a profound role in the Apocalypse; it'll be great!
AngelicVampireGirl: Of course they will be! Can't have an SPN fic without the Winchesters.
ElfinCleona: Ta, babe.
Forever Fanfiction Writer22: I update for you, darling.
DrAnime203: Oh, you know he is. A right asshole. And she won't just aim for the ass, you can bet on that.
Ilchester, Maryland, 2009
Saint Mary's Convent stood imposing in the light of the midnight moon. Two men stood in the centre of the old building, staring in apprehension and fear as the ground beneath them opened. A blinding flash appeared from the gaping hole and the boys squinted against it.
This is it, they thought, the apocalypse.
Los Angeles, California
"IIEEE!"
From under the sheets of a large, hotel bed, a man shot up, recoiling from the woman beside him. He tumbled out of the bed and ran out of the room, leaving the woman shrieking obscenities behind him.
He flew through the hall and into the living room, where he raced to the large window, overlooking all of Los Angeles. His hand flew to his mouth, barely muffling his own shrieks as he stared out over the city.
The woman from the bedroom sidled up beside him and looked herself; she saw nothing and thoroughly trashed the man for leaving her like that. But the man wasn't listening. She may not have been able to see it, but she was simply human. Seeing as the man was not, he saw a mite more than she did, and what he saw scared the living crap out of him.
Black clouds he knew only too well to be demons, flew through the air, circling each other in a macabre dance of carnal merriment. Lightning ripped through the night and thunder shook the sky. Winds became harsh and biting; rain was cold and came in the bucket loads while hale followed mercilessly.
It was a strange to say the least but in California it was down right unbelievable. He felt the cage, Lucifer's cage, cracking and splintering, releasing the big man himself. The man cringed in pain, nearly doubling over and clutching at his heart.
He felt his brother's first step onto the earth and felt the wrath mixed with satisfaction as he took his first looks onto this new, frenzied world. He knew his brother could feel him as well, feel the grace that, unlike Lucifer, he had not lost.
The man backed away from the window and fell insensibly onto the couch. The woman had gone already, leaving the door swinging open. The man put his head in his hands and moaned. With a wave of his hand, the door slammed shut, leaving him in complete silence, save for the howling of the wind and the aggressive tapping of the rain against the window.
Then the lights sputtered and went out.
Denver, Colorado
The wind whips wildly at pedestrians and people turn up their collars to keep out the biting cold. A faint red glow shines through the trees and the whinny of a horse sounds from deep within the underbrush.
A young man drives down the street, Beyonce blaring through his speakers as the lights of the city reflect off his brand new Lamborghini Gallardo. Behind him, another man, middle aged, drives a battered old pickup. He tails the younger man and, as he stops at a red light, the old pickup rams right into the back of the Lamborghini.
The young man shouts out as the car lurches and the sound of crunching metal meets his ears. The middle aged man's eyes go wide and he jumps out of the car followed by the young man. He runs his hands through his pristine hair as he takes in the damage on his new car.
The faint red glow from the trees burns brighter and the echoing of footsteps grows loud.
Turning slowly, the young man looks angrily at the middle aged man, fury deeply seeded in his eyes. He begins to shout and scream at him, and the older man apologizes time and time again but he would hear none of it. So overcome with rage, he is, that his mind is clouded and he can't think straight.
Suddenly the older man starts to scream himself, blaming the younger man, saying it was his own fault and how his own car was ruined as well and how was he going to pay for this? The young man is outraged that he is being held responsible for this and the anger so overtakes him that he begins to stride over to the other man, absolutely livid.
SMACK
A dislocated jaw for the middle aged man.
CRUNCH
A broken nose for the young man and two broken ribs.
BAM
The older man is kicked to the concrete, his nose bloody and eye bruised.
CRACK
A dislocated shoulder.
WHACK
A kick to the stomach, knocking the out his air.
SLAM
A kick to the face.
WHAM
A kick in the throat.
SMASH
A discarded beer bottle shattered against a wall and used as a knife.
Finally, the middle aged man lay dead on the concrete ground, blood pooling around his lifeless body. The young man heaves a breath and drops the jagged piece of metal. Stepping over the bloody corpse, he straightens his suit and gets back into his car, his eyes still wild and glowing faintly red.
With a screeching of tires, the man disappears down the street. The wind continues to rustle the trees and the red glow dies down slowly, the whinny of the horse also gone. A gray haired man steps out of the undergrowth and grins up at the sky, his hands in his pockets.
"What a time," he says, "I think I'm going to like it here."
Lake Griffin State Park, Florida
The woods were silent and unmoving in the light of the full moon, save for the bands of bats flying through the trees in their nightly feeding frenzy. A light breeze reached the woods, rustling the leaves gently and causing the trunks of the great trees to creak against the wind.
An intense flash, which only lasted for a moment, blasted through the forest. The burst burned white hot but left no trace after it had past over. Then the winds came; blowing hungrily against the bark, trying in vain to rip it from the trees themselves. Lightning ripped through the sky and thunder rumbled viciously.
A tall tree stood in the centre of the forest, taller than any other tree in the area, older as well. This tree held in its roots a secret that no mortal man could comprehend or would want to in any case. Strange protrusions stuck out from the tree, ones that many scientists had tried to identify but failed.
Lightning struck dangerously close to the old Oak and it quivered slightly, a bright white mark appearing on its trunk, a mark that most men had not seen in many years but those who had; knew it to be an Enochian Protection Sigil.
CRACK
As the lightning struck the tree, a flame sprung from the ignited bark. Smoke wafted through the trees as the Oak was set ablaze, red and orange, glowing in the dark night, a source of unsettling light for those passing through.
From beneath the flames, a small crack had appeared in the bark and with the heat of the fire already destroying the wood; the crack became bigger, moving all the way down the tree until it met the ground. Then, like an egg, the tree cracked open, its bark peeling back to be consumed by the flames.
Almost 3000 years it had been since the days of Greek gods and human sacrifices, of togas and harvests and idols built in the image of the divine. And over those 3000 years, the world had changed drastically; things happened that could never even be comprehended by the people in those times.
This was what made Gabriel's trick truly dangerous, for when the oak cracked open, what fell out was nothing less than the 2659 year old goddess that he had trapped in the great oak eons ago. Soon the flames overtook the entire tree and it fell, nothing more than a smoldering husk, next to the fallen messenger.
Hermes herself lay unmoving on the moist grass as her mind cleared and she could think for the first time in many lifetimes. A soft moan escaped her lips and her eyes began to flutter open, revealing the sharp, sandy, desert eyes of Greece itself. She shook uncontrollably, not from the cold, but from her release.
She had been entombed in that oak for almost 3000 years and now she was free, though she had no way of knowing how long she had been trapped. She had no control over her limbs, which felt like jell-o, and she felt incredibly weak, too weak to be normal.
Hermes flipped herself onto her back and looked up into the night sky, where the stars lay, just as they had in Greece. Letting out sigh of relief, a small smile crept up her face. She thanked the gods that the world was just as she left it. She must not have been trapped for that long, the forest was still there, and the sky held the same constellations of the great heroes of long ago.
She wondered if she could get her legs to work or at least some part of her body to move. Concentrating all her energy, Hermes began to move her fingers. A pain shot through her hand and up her arm, not a horrible pain but sharp enough. This was good, she thought, at least she could feel something.
Her toes were next and the same sensation of pins and needles shot through her feet and legs. A small laugh bubbled to her lips; boy did it feel good to be out. Moving her arms came next; it was slow and slightly painful, but eventually she was able to push herself into a sitting position.
Hermes suddenly became very aware of the biting winds whipping at her cropped hair. She had never felt cold before and her brow furrowed in confusion. Then it hit her; North America, the Trickster, losing her immortality. She banged her fist on the soft soil, damn Loki!
Well, it wouldn't be too hard to find him, she thought to herself. All she had to do was call to her father, maybe her siblings; they'd know what to do. So, closing her eyes, she prayed to Zeus. A few moments passed and she opened her eyes, which were wide and confused. She had felt nothing, absolutely nothing. She tried again, this time praying to her brothers and sisters but again nothing.
Hermes told herself not to worry, that her family was known for not answering the prayers of mere mortals, which for all intents and purposes, she was. She shivered against the cold, goose bumps crawling up and down her arms and her teeth chattering. Hermes decided that she didn't like the cold, not one bit, and she ought to find shelter somewhere soon, preferably away from the natives.
Rolling herself onto her knees, Hermes pushed herself to her feet, wobbling ever so slightly on her unused legs. Another sturdy oak offered as support for the shaky woman and she breathed deeply, throwing her sandy eyes to the heavens.
"Father," she murmured, "please help me."
Nothing, not even a well placed lightning bolt. Hermes knocked the back of her head against the tree, groaning in frustration. It was just like them to ignore her, gone for no more than a few years, judging by the height of the trees, and they had already forgotten her. They had probably jumped at the chance of getting that idiot Mercury to take her place.
"Bastards!" she cried out in aggravation, slamming her fist against the tree. This is a waste of time, she thought, pushing herself from the oak and hobbling over to the next. Hermes went like this for some time, going from one tree to the next, using them as supports and anchors against the harsh winds.
Rain poured down on her, soaking her toga and matting her hair, while the icy winds howled, ripping at her clothes and chilling her to the bone. Lightning cracked overhead, but it was wild and feral, not like her father at all. She paused for a moment; something was terribly wrong, she could feel it. Hermes still had enough power to know that.
The blonde mortal jumped as thunder boomed, shaking the very earth. The weather was becoming more and more erratic and it was situated directly over the forest where Hermes was standing. Squinting up into the night sky, Hermes gasped as lightning began to crash around her.
Afraid to move, she stared at the abnormal bolts, which avoided the tall trees and struck the low ground instead. This was not how lightning was supposed to act, and she knew. It was almost as if hey were aimed at her, trying to hit her. Suspicions were confirmed when Hermes had to dance out of the way of an incredibly close electric bolt.
"What in Tartarus-!?"
CRACK
Eyes shooting up, Hermes saw a large redwood falter slightly on its trunk. Her sandy eyes grew wide as she realized what was about to happen. She tried to move, but her legs were numb and frozen in place. What you get from being trapped in a tree for years she supposed. The large tree moved in slow motion as it neared the earth and Hermes herself.
"Fantastic," she muttered, "not out for five minutes and already dead."
Oooo, cliffhanger! Gotta love those. I hope you enjoyed it and I also hope you listened to that song, cause it's a great song and perfect for that scene. Already working on the next one so hopefully it'll be up sooner. Review please!
~U-Hinged