A/N
That moment when you devote all your time to a different fanfiction and realize you should really put some time and effort into your first one.. So here we go! I'm anticipating better chapters for this one from now on!
All reviews are loved and appreciated, and I hope you guys enjoy!
Also, I'd like to apologize in advance if I get certain details wrong; it's been several years since I last watched an episode of Supernatural…
CASTIEL'S POV
The sudden change in scenery is one the angel is familiar with, his feet landing in a grassy meadow as deep blue hues scour the world around him.
The sun was in a different position, and it was just a bit colder than it had been previously. They'd gone back in time, but to when exactly he couldn't quite place.
"Whoa!"
Turning his head, the angel's eyes land on the Time Agent as he falls to the ground, his eyes wide and a strange smile displayed across his features, almost as if it were one of excitement.
"Last time I had experience with energy like that was when those two Egyptians spiked my drink. Not that I minded of course, it ended up being a pleasant night for all of us if you know what I mean."
He states, peering up at the angel while climbing to his feet. Extending his hand out to him, he grins widely.
"Captain Jack Harkness."
He offers, the angel's eyes staring in confusion at his hand than back up at the Time Agent's face.
"We were previously introduced."
"Yeah, but it can't hurt to go over it again, right?"
The cheeky grin has yet to fade away nor has his hand yet to fall, leaving Castiel responding quietly.
"My name is Castiel, I'm an angel of the Lord."
"Oh I bet you are."
Jack states, smirking at him before dropping his hand and looking him up and down.
"Since when did angels start wearing trench coats? Not that it doesn't suit you, it does."
He doesn't wait for an answer, instead turning and scanning the sparse trees and relatively empty field around them.
"Well I'm not sure where we ended up, but it looks like we'll be walking to wherever we want to go."
He sighs, flipping open a device on his wrist and fidgeting with a few of the buttons.
"Damnit, Doctor," He mutters quietly, turning and standing with his hands on his hips and staring directly at Cas. "So angel, tell me about those friends of yours, those hunters."
"How did you know what they are?"
He questions, never once moving from his previous position, standing just as stoic and frozen as the stone angels had been.
"What, how do I know about hunters?"
Jack murmurs, his eyes squinting as tries to remember.
"I ran into a couple of kids back.. Oh.. Thirty five years from this time maybe? Not real sure, but it was during one of my travels. Met this great girl, had a real knack for this whole hunting thing. Mary Campbell her name was. Thing is, her father didn't exactly like me and never did trust me. Not that I blame him, of course. But I got a firsthand look at what it is those hunters do and let me tell you, I could do without the whole thing."
Jack explains, turning and eyeing the different directions before he makes a nod of his head and begins walking somewhere off to the right.
"We can't be too far from where we started so let's go, the sooner we get back the sooner we can work on getting rid of those angels," He calls, getting a few steps ahead of Cas as he watches the man turn to look back behind him. "You comin? Unless you plan on flyin off."
"My wings-"
He begins, watching Jack hold a hand up in a knowing manner.
"Exist in an alternate plane, I heard. Doesn't matter though, cause we're in this together now, right?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Cas asks accusingly, narrowing his eyes at the boisterous man. He'd already put everything he had on the line for the Winchester's, so what made this complete stranger think he would do anything for him?
"You coulda gone off and left me already, but you haven't. So you've either takin a real shinin to me, or you're planning on using me to get back to your friends. Either way is good for me, just so you know."
He smirks, winking at the angel before motioning for him to follow along.
Castiel frowns to himself, trudging after the stranger reluctantly.
"Where did those stone angels send them? The Winchester's?"
"In separate directions no doubt."
Jack shrugs, sliding his hands into his pockets and glancing at the angel. Castiel stares up at the dark haired individual, his eyes zoning in on the cut and bruise forming on the man's forehead.
What had he done to cause such an injury? And what was that strange device on his wrist? Castiel had seen a lot of things throughout his life, but Jack Harkness was something of an entirely different caliber.
"I'm sure they're in good hands, though," Jack continues, focusing on where he was walking. "The Doctor will fix this before it gets too out of hand, and it's not like we were sent very far back either. A few hours at most."
"I've never seen angels like those before. My brothers and sisters look nothing like they did."
"Probably cause they're not real angels. At least, not the ones from Heaven or Hell. I mean, they're just statues, but ones that kill."
"They're aliens."
Castiel states, his arms firm by his side at he stares at nothing in particular, moving along by the mere impulse to keep up with the other.
"Now you're getting it, Cas! Can I call you Cas?"
"Everyone else does."
He says absentmindedly, his thoughts already diverting from their conversation. Were the angels another side effect of the oncoming apocalypse? How much worse could things get? And how were they supposed to work around constantly being sent back in time? They didn't even have the time to be messing with things like this.
Who even were those people who had shown up out of nowhere, and why were they just going along with them? And then there was Sam to think about, and Dean. Neither of which he wanted to leave alone for an extended period of time. Not with Sam's old habits and Dean's pension for letting his mind wander towards saying yes.
"We're in for a potentially long walk, wanna talk about what's on your mind?"
Jack's voice penetrates through the angels thoughts, Cas's head turning to stare at him.
"I do not understand."
"You've got something rollin around in that angel head of yours, do you wanna discuss it?"
Jack presses, a faint smile on his face and an oddly sincere expression in his eyes.
"I am simply distracted by the oncoming apocalypse."
Castiel states blandly, his eyes on the ground as he walks.
"Oncoming apocalypse, that a figure of speech?"
"No, it is not. Sam Winchester is responsible for the release of Lucifer from the cage, who is now pursuing him so as to use him as a vessel."
Jack's steps falter, staring with a concerned gaze at the back of the angel.
"Tell me you're kidding."
"Why would I kid about such a thing?"
The angel demands, standing taller.
"My brother, the archangel Michael, is set on using Dean as his own vessel to bring an end to all of this and to send Lucifer back to the cage in hell."
"So, those boys are.. vessels. For what, an angel and a demon?"
"Lucifer was once an angel himself, and the laws behind that still stand. For an angel to possess a human and use them as their holy vessel, they must first receive the human's consent."
Castiel explains, feeling Jack look him up and down again as what he has said dawns on him.
"So you're.. well I mean, you're a.."
"My vessel's name was Jimmy Novak, and he provided clear consent on allowing me this body."
"Right, well, I can honestly say I didn't see that coming. So what about those Winchester's, they gonna say yes?"
Castiel fell silent, his lips pressing together into a tight line. What should he say? No, the abomination wasn't planning on giving into the devil any time soon, but his older brother was fighting the urge to actually allow the archangel Michael to use him as a vessel?
He had been trying so hard to get through to Dean, to keep him on the straight and narrow, but he was bound and determined to go against everything the angel said. It was infuriating Even more so it was just plain-
"Cas?" Looking up, his eyes narrow as Jack points towards a hill. "We should try that way."
"Fine," He responds, trailing behind the Time Agent once more. "What is it you do, Jack?"
Castiel suddenly pipes up; ignoring the question the man had asked him earlier.
"Me? I'm an ex Time Agent, now I'm just traveling with the Doctor and Rose for a while."
"And what exactly is a 'Time Agent', what do you do?"
"Well, that's difficult to explain so.."
"You're avoiding the question."
"Well so are you. Those Winchester's gonna say yes?"
"Why won't you talk about your previous job?"
"We're just going to go around in circles, aren't we?"
Jack counters, stopping suddenly and folding his arms across his chest.
"We have been going relatively straight this entire time, what purpose would going around in circles have?"
With a slight tilt of his head and his eyes squinting, Jack stares at him incredulously.
"You're not kidding, are you?"
"I don't-"
"You don't kid, yeah, I got it. It's a good thing you're pretty," Jack smirks, grabbing the angels arm and pulling him along again. "Alright, since asking about that.. Apocalypse.. Is off the table, how'd you meet the hunters? They try to kill you or something?"
"No. I raised Dean from perdition."
"Perdition, what like, hell?"
"Yes."
"Dean was in hell?"
Jack's words are shocked; his eyes wide and mouth gaping.
"Yes."
"How long was he.. you know, in hell?"
"forty years."
"What?"
Jack demands, grabbing the angel's arm once more and pulling him to a stop.
"Wait, I'm sorry, you're telling me that Dean Winchester, that guy I met, the one who can't be any older than thirty, spent forty years in hell?"
"Yes."
Pulling his arm free and continuing up the hill, Castiel glances back to watch Jack catch up with him.
"I knew hunters were weird but damn.."
"He sold his soul to save his brother, and was taken to hell a year later as per the deal."
"These aren't real people, are they?"
"I don't understand, of course they are real."
"No I meant, just, never mind."
He sighs, running his hands through his hair.
"Tell me something, why is it that the archangel what's his name, and the devil, are fighting for the Winchester's? I mean, obviously there are billions of other people, and if these boys actually hunt down supernatural things, wouldn't that include angels? So why bother with them?"
"The two of them being vessels was always meant to be, their lineage dates back to Cain and Abel from the bible," Castiel begins, his hand twitching against his side. "Two brothers competing for the Lord's affection, who fought, and one killed the other. Just as Michael and Lucifer have done, and just as Sam and Dean will do."
"So, one of them is going to kill the other? And that's okay?"
"Of course not, that is why they need to say no."
"But they're considering it?"
"No, only Dean."
"Geez.. You know, maybe the Doctor can help with all of this."
Jack shrugs, his hand running down his bare arm as a chilled wind blew past them.
"No one else should interfere, this was started by the Winchester's, and regardless of the things that happen, it will inevitably be finished by them as well."
"You're trying to help them though, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, at least they have you then. You're a good friend, angel."
Castiel's eyes move to the ground, his fist tightening beside him, unable to respond to the sentiment that he wasn't sure was entirely true or not.
