Uchiha Bara: Oh thank you so much!
Whoo! Chapter 7! We have the introduction to a new character now!
Love, Keta
Chapter 7: Child of Moonlight
Ah, come on
Open your eyes 'cause another day is dawning
Children of the moon, can you hear them all calling?
Skies open up and the angel starts falling
Listen to the beasts, can you hear them hollering?
Start in the morning, through to the evening
Dance like you are the only one around
Move like you want it, groove like you need it
Dancing it up till the sun goes down
-Sun Goes Down (David Jordan)
"Amycus!" Allen turns around to see Dean running towards him with a wolf hot on his tail, making the albino sigh. "Save me! I lost my gun!"
He blinks twice before leveling his own weapon at the beast, and he shoots quickly, watching it fall to the ground. "You are an idiot."
Dean slowly relaxes against Adam's car to watch as Allen disposes of the werewolf's body. "Where's Adam?"
"With Sam."
"Where's Sam?" The whitette merely stands up and gets in the car, on the driver's side of course. "Hey! You are not driving! You don't even have your license!"
"I have a fake one." Allen raises an eyebrow and points to the passenger side. "Either get in or I'll leave you with the wolf corpse." Dean growls but gets in anyway, making the younger brother smirk and remember to drive more often.
The moment the impala pulls up to the hotel, Adam's outside with Sam and Castiel following, and the sight they see is too humorous for them not to laugh. Dean's sinking down in his seat with a pout on his face as their shorter older brother drives, despite the fact that he can just see over the steering wheel, and it's obvious that Allen's taunting him about the fact that he's driving the brunette's baby. When they stop, Dean slips out of the passenger side and starts whining. "You could have crashed her!"
"Her?" Allen raises an eyebrow at him, mocking the hunter as usual; he'd done so ever since they were old enough to have an argument (surprisingly, ever since Allen could talk). Unsurprisingly, Dean's pissed off at the sight of it.
"Yes! Her! She's my baby! Don't you understand the bond between a man and his car?!" The albino brother blinks slowly, showing how much he doesn't care by offering no verbal response as he walks away. "Hey! I wasn't finished!"
"You were in the passenger side, Dean. Do you know what this means?"
"No."
He smirks, knowing that this will rile the other up further. "If we were on a motorcycle, you'd be my bitch."
It takes the eldest Winchester a few minutes to process the information, and then, "Amycus!"
The rain falls down softly, casting small stars on the ground as they turn to ice and shatter upon impact, but they are just droplets when they contact his skin. Fascinated by this phenomenon, Allen looks around to find the source, a woman with long, white hair and sparkling silver eyes. She's looking at him and smiling as her beautiful silvery-white wings extend behind her, daunting yet non-threatening. "Hello…" she whispers, reaching out for him.
"Hi," he replies, smiling back at the angel. "Who are you?"
"Someone who loves you… You are-" Before she can finish her sentence a blackness descends upon the earth and all of the lovely snow and ice dissipates back into unforgiving rain. She turns to the cloaked man there and mournfully smiles before looking back at the teen. "I wish you the best of luck, little one. Don't let him push you around… Ever."
Silver eyes snap open and look around the hotel room wearily. Allen is tired but he can't force himself into the black oblivion that would often come to him at night; he's stuck in the land of the living. So he lies there and stares out of the window, watching dark shapes flit about, shadows: nothing more, nothing less. Yet he wishes he understood that dream, and if meant the cloaked man coming back, then he'd be fine with that.
Rain. It's raining in Syracuse, and it's snowing too…
Allen sighs and keeps his attention focused on the street across from the motel he and his brothers are staying at. He wants to leave but promised that he'd stay, so he must. He hates this waiting around while Sam and Dean go hunting for clues, and Adam's out getting supper. On a similar note, he hates how he's a teenager and his brothers are all adults…
Another, louder sigh comes to fruition as he slides down the wall to sit on the floor and watch the door as if his brothers or someone would magically appear. His eyes fall closed and he falls asleep to find himself in the same world he'd awakened from last night.
Snow falls around him gently, making a wreath in his hair and glittering like gemstones on his clothes. He looks for the woman, but she's not there; he's alone. Or so he thinks.
"Hello, sweet butterfly."
Allen whirls around to look at the pale man dressed in all black, something inhuman yet strangely comforting. "Who and what are you?!"
"The answer to those questions are one and the same. I am the one that haunts the moonlit night and tampers with the bravery of men. I am the crow that chases down fleeting stars to bring them to my nest. I am the feared one to all creatures. I am Death."
He leaps back in fear, terrified of the man in front of him. "What do you want?!"
"You of course… I just want to talk to you little butterfly." Death reaches out to cup his cheek. "You are as beautiful as I remember. You're are more beautiful than your mother!" His golden eyes shine brightly. "We will have much to discuss one day, once you enter my world for good…" He laughs and lets go of the albino. "You are much to sweet to be locked in the life of a hunter. You deserve the finest treasures and life itself. I can give that to you." Allen's breath turns ragged, making the man want to press his buttons further. "I can give you whatever you want…" He leans forward to whisper in the boy's ear. "You just need to ask me…"
Allen jerks awake, breathing harshly and frightened out of his mind. Once his heart calms, he slowly sits up and shakes his head. "I've got to stop eating sweets before I sleep…"
The next day finds Allen staring out of the window once more until a voice catches his attention. "Amycus." Allen turns to look at Castiel with an odd amount of indifference, raising an eyebrow in response to his name being called. "What's it like holding such power within yourself?"
"What?" He doesn't understand what the angel's implying.
"What you refer to as innocence. I find it strange that humans once possessed it considering it's true name."
"What are you talking about? I don't understand." There's a sinking feeling in Allen's stomach as he looks over at the door his brothers had left through a few minutes earlier.
Castiel has an almost… uncomfortable expression as he utters the truth. "Innocence is really a fallen or killed angel's grace."
