Redemption's Salvation
Wild: Yay! I am extremely excited that everyone took to my last chapter with some crushes and fluffiness. I liked typing that chapter, and I have so much in mind for this chapter to commence.
Aiya: I, personally, am glad that you liked the little paragraph on the mystery angel, who will soon enough begin to join into the story bit by little, torturous bit. Sad thing is, even I, Wild's own big twin EVIL sister, doesn't know who it is.
Dean: Wild just likes acting creepy even when she knows she isn't even scary.
Wild: *whips out a saw and starts it, smoke coming out rapidly* what was that, Dean?
Dean: *whips out a shotgun* What was that Wild?
Aiya: what was what? Oh yeah, the story! R&R please!
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Adam was…floating? His fingers twitched as he tried to feel something hard and solid. Yet nothing but air slipped through his fingers. His head hurt and was pounding. His chest was on fire and crackling, soft and squishy like a plush toy.
What is going on? He tried to turn his head, but even that hurt too much to do. He instead began listening, trying desperately to locate some form of sound or movement. Where was Lucifer and Michael? The last thing he remembered was – getting beaten to a pulp by Michael?
He remembered going into the bar, and meeting the red head, Tiffany or Tiffie. He remembered the pleasure that was beginning to course through his body was she slowly stripped him and herself of their clothing to commence to pleasing, lustful actions of sex.
But just when it had begun to feel good, he had felt her nails carving something into his chest. His body began to shake at the memories, and he tried to steer himself in another direction to think about. Or was he even thinking? Could he be dreaming?
If this is a dream, then I can think of anything I want…this dream is mine, and no one can take it from me. This is my little world; I control it…not anyone else. Not Michael or Lucifer, not God, he thought desperately as he willed his mind to ease. Slowly, images and pictures began to play through his mind like a slideshow. He found himself relaxing and being swept away by the gentle current of wind that soothed his body with a warmness of hands, but a cooling after feeling. It made him feel like he was in his mother's arms, like when he was a child without a father and an overworked nurse for a mother.
His head lolled to the side as his sights wandered over pictures of his childhood playing behind closed eyelids. It fascinated him to watch the memories as a constant tingling sense slowly began to creep up his spinal cord. Then he heard a ringing sound, like static almost.
He ignored it for now, instead focusing his gaze on his childhood with intent. Yes, there was the fond memory of when he had first hit a baseball, sent it soaring over the fence with a great impact against a brick wall. The ball had split apart on collision.
He remembered the look of pride and excitement that showed on his mother's face when he had done that. Then she had to comfort him with hugs, kisses, and chocolate cupcakes with sprinkles to stop him from crying over breaking his only baseball, and cracking his wooden bat.
There it was again; the static noise. It kept getting louder and more irritating that Adam felt a soft growl rumble in his throat. But he didn't hear it? Even though he tried to understand why he couldn't hear, another memory formed.
He saw brightly shining images of his time spent with Sam and Dean. He pictured Dean's smiling face, and Sam's concerned one. He remembered the suspicion that Dean held in his body when they met for the first time. Then he saw John's grinning face as they watched baseball games, cheering for the winning shot as the buzzer sounded.
No- I don't want to remember this! Not this! Anything else but this! Adam thought frantically as his body began to coil, tightening and his muscles bulging. He didn't want to ever see their faces again, or even think about them. He immediately slammed the doors to the pictures, and opened another.
He eased when he saw a picture of his mother, standing behind him as he won his first basketball game. This time, he could hear the buzzing louder, deafening the sound of the buzzer when his team got the winning point and ended the game.
Shut up! Enough! Where is it coming from, he thought as he tried to open his eyes, but found them glued shut. His brow furrowed as he tried to open them again; they remained closed. What is going on? Why can't I open my eyes? I can't see! Why can I not see?
"Hush, Adam," a soft voice cooed in Adam's head, and his chin jutted out, tilting his head to try and locate the voice, straining to hear it. "You are alright; Adam…you are safe with Michael and Lucifer. You're safe, and protected; just as you should be."
What do you mean safe? Those two assholes are the worst to be with! They've tortured me; abused me, and you call them 'safe'! He thought, believing that if he couldn't hear a buzzer, he probably couldn't speak either.
"You're fate does not belong with the humans, Adam; you belong with us, the angels and demons," the voice purred, and Adam thought he felt his body slowly being submerged in what felt like water. "You're not an ordinary hunter; you are of John Winchester's linage, a descent from Cain and Able. You are far more special than you could ever imagine, Adam…now get some rest, and return to where you belong."
Wait! He cried out, trying to open his mouth to scream, but was sucked beneath the surface, and his mind dulled and numbed. His brain fell to sleep as his consciousness began to rouse.
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Castiel stared at the TV that had been rolled into the bedroom, blinking at the screen while an old western movie came on the screen.
"Ah! The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly! Fantastic movie with Clint Eastwood by the way. One of his best I'd venture to say," Dean said, plopping down on the bed beside Castiel. The contents of the brown paper sack had already been half-way devoured.
And yet even then, Dean had ordered for take-out to be brought to the hotel room.
"Clint Eastwood?" Castiel asked, looking at Dean with confusion. A Snickers bar hovered poised in front of Dean's mouth, frozen there as Dean slowly turned his head to stare at Castiel with wide eyes. "What? Is something on my face?"
"You don't know you Clint Eastwood is?" Dean asked, and received a shake of the head in reply. "Oh my God, Castiel; okay, actor lesson here, so listen carefully. He was born May 31, 1930. He stars in quite a few of the older western movies, and has been nominated for four awards, and won one! He is known as for his rugged good looks and icon status. Now repeat that all back to me."
Castiel could only stare back at him, trying to process it all until dean sighed.
"Okay, forget it; let's just watch the movie…it's really late. Shouldn't Sam and Gabriel be back by now? I have no clue where they went but it's already nearing three or four in the morning," Dean said hurriedly, and Castiel cocked his head cutely like puppies often did.
"Gabriel and Sam…do they have a mutual relationship?" Castiel asked slowly, and Dean about choked on his Snickers bar, having to drive his fist into his chest to get it down without choking himself to death.
"Relationship? You could say more along the line of enemies! Gabriel tricks Sam and likes to fuck with his head. Nothing else," Dean said, but was thinking at the same time, I'll allow nothing else, especially between those two.
Castiel stared at Dean for a long moment before looking down at the assortment of foods in front of him. He hesitantly reached for a Rolos package. He examined it before peeling away the papers to reveal chocolates. He cautiously sniffed it, surprising Dean, and popped it into his mouth.
The oldest Winchester observed the bewildering development that occurred upon Castiel's face. He chewed for a moment until his eyes widened. He looked down at the Rolos and popped two more into his mouth, smacking his teeth together and licking his lips. Then the ex-angel looked at him like he had just discovered the biggest gold mine in the world.
"These are good!"
"Yes, Cas; they're Rolos, caramel and chocolate mixed together into a mass of chewy and goodness," Dean chuckled, chewing off another bite of his Snickers bar. He was glad to see that Castiel was munching away and eating while his eyes remained glued to the TV screen, watching as Blondie shot the rope from around the thief's neck. Even as the ex-angel chow down on food, Dean still found himself worried for the male.
Now who would he have to call on if they were in a pickle?
Now you're living up to Castiel's second's words…I do use him only for my own selfish matters, Dean thought and quickly snapped out of this odd way of thinking, reverting to his usual self, But he doesn't always have to come whenever I call! He's got free will the same as any of us! Probably more since he even rebelled against Heaven!
Dean looked at Castiel and felt his heart melt at the sight of the angel watching the TV intently, munching on nothing but Rolos (scrumptious) and slurping on a Coca Cola (yummy!). Castiel was now more like an innocent baby tossed into the cold, harsh world of reality.
Something clicked inside Dean's mind and he looked at the TV screen, but didn't really see it even as he gazed at the moving pictures. Slowly, a plan began to work its way into his consciousness, wiggling its way into his brain like a worm through an apple.
Yeah, that could be very fun, he thought as a grin slowly crept onto his face, not even hearing the squeaking of the door hinges as the apartment door was eased open, From this instant on, commencing Operation: Teach Castiel EVERYTHING pleasing in this world.
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God, please, please, please let Dean and Castiel still be asleep. If Dean catches me with Sam as drunk as this, he is sure to whip out a pistol or angel blade and slice my balls off; Gabriel thought as he slowly crept up the stairs and eased the key into the lock.
He fumbled to try and turn to knob as Sam began to moan something incomprehensible.
"Shhh, hush and sleep now, Sammy. Now is not the time for you to be waking up," Gabriel crooned, adjusting the heavy body to support the Winchester better. man, did Sammy gain about twenty pounds while I was dead! He probably weighs as much as a beluga whale!
Sam tried to say something, but then his head drooped and he was once again off in la la land. Gabriel sighed in exasperation and relief as he turned the doorknob with a flick of his wrist. He slowly eased the bitter smelling wood open, peeking inside. He half expected to either see Dean still asleep on the couch, or Dean sitting on the couch with a shotgun aimed right for his crotch with music playing in the background.
Instead, he saw neither.
Gabriel blinked and nudged the door open more until they could slip inside. He moved on tip toes and pushed it back into place, waiting after it clicked locked. He stooped and hunkered down to place Sam on the couch with a gentle pat and warm rub on the back. He glanced around the room, scanning cautiously before letting out a soft breath.
Had Dean gone somewhere?
But when he looked down at the wrappers and scattered bags of fast food restaurants and vending machine wrappers, Gabriel guessed he was wrong. It was only then that he noticed Sam stumbling off towards the bedroom, swaying and singing some sort of song.
And of course, in the background, Gabriel heard western music strumming. His eyes widened and he reached out, but Sam had already stumbled into the bedroom and yelled, "Deany! We had the time of our lives! WOAH!"
He fell flat on his face, missing the slight drop of the floor, and collapsed completely.
All was silent in the apartment, aside from the singing on the TV, Castiel's munching on Rolos chocolate chews, and the increasing noise of Dean's breathing. And then he exploded.
"GABRIEL! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL HAPPENED!"
Shit.
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Lucifer blinked, staring at the faces of his brother, and the youngest Winchester, or Milligan as Adam would snap at him. Lucifer could almost hear the boy's voice yelling it inside his head. It made him laugh at the way the boy had worked his way into the devil's mind so easily.
His gaze flickered to Adam's face, tracing the hard lines of the boy's features. Then he felt his hand move on its own accord, tracing those features, feeling the soft skin, and even feeling a small amount of facial hair stubble brushing and tickling his fingertips.
He stared at his hand, still unable to believe he could touch this human. Granted, he had touched Sam and Dean plenty of times, yet this time seemed different. His eyebrows furrowed together. What made Adam different from his half-brothers?
Even though those two act brave and like the ultimate chosen ones, Adam shows more bravery than either of them…even if he does it in fear, I see something different about him compared to Dean and Sammy, Lucifer thought as he continued upwards and touched Adam's eyelids.
He noticed the small sweat building on his forehead and on his naked chest. He frowned as his wings shifted slightly, lifting to examine the wounds. The mark given by Tiffy to the boy was scared, and still the image of the pentagram and summoning marks were visible.
Lucifer felt the anger boiling in the pit of his belly and his black wings shifted to try and carefully slide Adam closer. He sniffed the air, smelling the delicacy of soft flesh and a vulnerable, yet powerful soul tempting his nose.
He felt his inner demon rumble in hunger to devour and make the soul yield. It had not had a good challenge since Sam had become so frail after the Cage. That's another thing, :Lucifer thought, Sam crumbled and had to have a barrier placed on his mind to deal with the Cage's memories. Adam seems absolutely perfectly fine.
He added it to his list of weird things about Adam Milligan/Winchester.
He brought Adam closer, laying his head on the pillow again and gently touched the human's hand, finding that he felt some of the anger in his being sizzling and cooling at the touch. He didn't know why it soothed him; frankly, he didn't give a crap.
It felt nice to touch someone again.
Maybe if he was good, he'd get to touch more.
If Michael doesn't act like a dick, that is.
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Castiel watched as Gabriel slowly walked into the room, a sheepish smile on his face as he carefully knelt down to shake Sam, trying to get him off the floor. Dean, however, was yelling his head off at the Archangel.
Castiel could only stare in bewilderment.
"Seriously Gabriel! First you guys knock me out cold with some weird, funky smelling drug! Then you decide to be a complete asshole and take my brother out drinking, who cannot keep his alcohol down! Then you make some sort of dare with him that you know that you'll win until he is so drunk that he cannot even walk home! Can you be any more of an absolute dickhead!"
"Actually," Castiel started to say until Dean gave him what could be described as his own bitch look. Castiel immediately quieted down, looking at his hands. Gabriel, on the other hand, laughed.
"Man, has he got you tamed in a matter of hours, Castiel? What happened to that rebellion inside you?" Gabriel asked, grinning and ignoring the glare he was receiving from Dean. Castiel blinked at him, cocking his head like a puppy again.
He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it, not sure what to say now.
"Look, leave Castiel out of this conversation, and let's get back to the main problem here: you. You deliberately did this to my brother! Asshole!" Dean snapped, pointing at Gabriel before making a grab for Sam, who was jerked away from him.
"Uh, no, no, Dean. I'll take care of him; consider it my punishment to take care of his and sober him up," Gabriel said and strode into the living room, followed by Dean, who continued to argue and yell.
Leaving Castiel all alone.
He sat there, quietly listening to the arguing in the other room. Then he looked towards the window, which he wished to open, if only to see the outdoors. He stared at it, but when he tried to move even a little, it started to hurt.
He looked from the window to the playing TV screen, as he watched Clint Eastwood ride off with the thief yelling something at him. He cocked his head and glanced down at his hands, staring at them like he had never seen them; foreign.
I'm human now, he thought, the message finally sinking into his bones and brain. I'm human…something happened to me and now I am human. I can be killed; I can be hurt by the simplest of things; I cannot fly…I can't fly…
If he would miss anything, he was going to miss flying. He closed his eyes and spread his hands outside, his palms hovering over the blanket as he pictured, imagining the feeling, the sensation of flying.
The wind in his hair, the sting and bite of the chilly breeze, and the soft cotton fluffy clouds parting gently to let him glide through the air; it all calmed his mind and let him settle into a state of peace.
Even as yelling and chaotic crap was going on next door.
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Wild: Well guys, I am glad that you've kept up with me this far, and I gratefully thank you for reading this far! Please keep reviewing and stay with us as I slice Dean in half! Come here Dean!
Dean: And I'll shoot the living crap out of you, demon!
Aiya: …when did I become the peacemaker?
Sam: And when did I become the one to say, thank you, please review, and bah bye!