Chapter 6: Leviathan
"Long before God created angel and man, He created the first Beasts. The Leviathans." - Death
The wound on his stomach has already healed. The blood that hadn't sunk its way into the dingy carpet beneath his feet, has crawled its way back under his new skin. Brushing wood chips from his shoulder, he frowned. It had -admittedly- been part of his plan to stay with the Winchesters long enough to hitch a ride to the closest town before checking up on Roman. Now he'll have to walk.
Pity.
As he heads for the door, a splash of beige catches his eye. Hanging limply form a coat hanger, abandoned, forgotten, is an old trench coat. Not just an old trench coat, he thinks. No, this was the one that belonged to the angel. The Winchesters had not left it in the lake, but they had left it behind here. He grins at the sight of it and grabs it form its hook, slipping it on before tearing the door off its hinges.
He stalks down the gravel path from the Winchesters hideout, a little trickle of water drizzles form the sky. He looks up to the opaque wall of greyness and continues on.
While he walks, he thinks. Reminiscing isn't something he is normally fond of, not that there was much else to do when one is locked in the furthest depths of Purgatory with thousands of his brethren, but he does it anyway.
The first thing on his mind is Purgatory itself. They had had no hierarchy before Purgatory. It was just them, acting as one.
Purgatory; it was dark there. Empty. Yes, eventually it filled with many other monsters whose souls (or what was left of them) had come to rest there. But the Leviathans had been shoved down, dug into the deepest of pits at the bottom of the endless cavern that was Purgatory.
The creatures caretaker -mother, if you will- Eve, had glided past them only a few times. She had preferred tending to her own children. Though, if he was truly honest, he knew she was afraid of them.
His thoughts switch to their Father and a bitter, cold anger floods through him. His first creations, cast away; thought too ravenous, too destructive to continue to roam freely.
He almost find it amusing how disgustingly similar they are to a human household of three:
Leviathans; the eldest child, kicked from the house and forgotten. Disowned and angry.
Angels; dutiful middle child, pushed aside and left to their own devices. Quietly willing to please at any cost.
Humans; the youngest in the family, favoured above all others. Greedy and attention starved.
He feels no pity towards them. Any of them.
Filth.
He chooses not to dwell on the subject much longer, musing on their plans instead. All of his changes need to be enforced as soon as possible. The Winchesters may have gone into hiding for now, but they would come back. And they would be ready. Their numbers spread across the surface of this planet. Their plans already in full motion.
There was nothing that could stop them.
His thoughts flicker to the angel who managed to disappear in its weakened, tattered state, from its former vessel. He shakes his head and growls quietly to himself. No. Not possible. Not after this long. Not when they have just broken free and have set about reclaiming what is rightfully theirs.
When he reaches a small town, the first thing he grabs is a newspaper. The image of the human form Roman has taken is splashed on the front along with his campaign and achievements. There is a number in the far corner of the paper. He tears it out and tucks it in the trench coat pocket. Now to find a phone...
The Earth of now is a strange and fascinating place. Very different from the never ending oceans and rolling waves of the cosmos he remembers from before Purgatory. The humans, they bustle around with now care in the world it seems. Each one going about their business, never stopping. It isn't until a man walks into him that he realizes he too has stopped -in a more literal sense of the word. He is frowning.
'Watch it buddy.' the human hisses and keeps walking. He does not reply, only turns to stare at the mans retreating form. He follows.
When the human passes a darkened side street, he acts quickly, dragging the man with him and tossing him to the ground. The man is dazed, looking around confusedly before his eyes land on him.
'Hey, what-? What the hell do you think you're doing?' he doesn't reply to the man, only continues to watch him, staring. The mans face pales and he starts to sweat. 'L-look, if this is about before, I'm sorry, I've got a meeting to get to and -hey!'
He pulls the man to his feet by the collar of his jacket. His face stretches into a smile, terrifying in its lack of menace. The man starts to shake.
'I-I said I was sorry, j-just-' his neck is broken before his next words can leave his mouth. He watches the body of the man slump to the ground, he is hungry, but now would cause too much of a mess that he has little time to clean up. Crouching beside the prone figure, he digs through the mans pockets, pulling out his wallet and a handful of coins. He stands, leaving the body where it lays, and melts away into the crowd.
Chapter 6: Dean
And in other news, James Novak, the man identified as being responsible for the murders of running Senator Michelle Walker and her campaign staff, has been sighted in Madison, South Dakota. The man, who officials had believed missing up until this point, was seen yesterday afternoon by several witnesses.
'I'd thought I recognized him, from the news reports. He was wearing the coat and everything. It was strange, like one minute he was there and the next he was gone.' an older woman wearing a cardigan speaks to a camera. 'And then they found Allen's body in that alley; it was terrible.'
Anyone who has seen James Novak is advised not to approach, as he is considered a dangerous and unstable individual, and are asked to report any sightings to the authorities. The number is-
'Son of a bitch.' he mutters, shutting the screen off with more force than required. They've holed up in a cheap motel off the freeway. Sam is sleeping, his face scrunched up, there is no doubt that Hell visits the youngest Winchester in his sleep as well.
He doesn't know what to do. His mind drifts back to the first time the Leviathans had possessed Cas' body.
'We'll be back... for you.' they'd said. Well now it was coming true. In the worst way he could have possibly imagined.
He flops onto his own lumpy mattress, not bothering to change out of his day clothes. He is asleep within minutes.
He does not dream.
Chapter 6: Leviathan
He hides out until night falls. The human authorities have been alerted of his presence, they were watching for him. They will not see him. He peers around the corner of a building, when the coast is clear, he moves to what he has determined is a pay phone. Taking the coins he had stolen from the dead man, he pushes all of them in the slot beside device. He holds the phone to his ear while pulling out the piece of paper he had ripped earlier and dialling the number printed on it.
'Dick Roman's Head Office.' a female voice spoke. The lines rehearsed and mechanical.
'Put me through.'
'I'm sorry, may I ask who's speaking?'
'You know who I am.' the other end of the line is silent for a moment before the woman speaks again.
'O-oh, yes. My apologies, Sir, I'll get him on the line right away.' there is another moment of quiet before the phone picks up again.
'Sir.'
'Roman.'
'It's good to finally hear from you. Have there been any problems?'
'A few.' he answers. 'We will be needing to make some changes to the plan.'
'Ah. Of course, sir.'
Author's Note: Ah! Chapter six! Finally! I've been so distracted by the last episode and Cas feels that it was a bit difficult to get this chapter out. Anyway, as per usual, all inaccuracies, spelling/grammar errors are completely my fault but if you would all be so kind as to pardon them that would be lovely.
Also got into the Leviathan thing a little bit and also Jimmy Novak. Because he technically was the one killing everyone in 'Meet the New Boss' and I wondered why they hadn't touched on that any further. Because Jimmy's family would've seen that and said something, right? Also, longest chapter so far!
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~DrHooksTowingandCo