Voting Results for Pairings so far:
Destiel/Cassie (Dean loves both Cas and Cassie and it's returned), 7 votes
Dean/Cassie, 6 votes
Dean/Castiel, 6 votes
Cassie/Gabriel, 5 votes
Cassie/Adam, 3 votes
Cassie/Chuck, 2 votes
Sam/Gabriel, 2 votes
Dean/Castiel/Cassie/Sam, 1 vote
Dean/Chuck, 1 vote
Dean/Any girl he looks at, 1 vote
Destiel/Sam, 1 vote
Dean/No one (Leave Dean a lonely and Miserable soul), 1 vote
Sastiel/Cassie (Like Destiel/Cassie, but Sam instead of Dean), 1 vote
Sam/Cassie, 1 vote
Sam/Gadreel, 1 HELL YES
Sam/Balthazar, 1 vote
Sam/No one (Leave Sam a lonely soul), 1 vote
Cassie/Castiel, 1 vote
Cassie/Lucifer, 1 vote
Cassie/No one (Leave Cassie as a lonely(?) soul), 1 vote
Michael/Adam, 1 vote
Michael/Lucifer, 1 vote
Samandriel/Benny, 1 vote
Samandriel/Someone, 1 vote
Thank you for voting, and please continue to do so at any time.
Molly Grace 16: Of course! I have added it to the list above.
Dancingintherain: As much as I would love for you to throw money at me, I'm not sure that's possible unless you know where I live.
Guests 1 & 2, Oreosmoreo, doasisaynotasido, and Dancingintherain: Your votes have been added to the list.
Rose: Okay.
Sam, Adam, and Dean enter the motel room. Dean flips on the lights and the three of them see Castiel sitting on the edge of one of the beds.
"I take it you got our message." Sam sits at the table with Adam and Dean closes the door.
"It's lucky you found the boy," Castiel says.
"Oh, yeah, real lucky. What do we do with him?" Dean asks.
"Kill him," Castiel states. Sam pauses in the middle of loosening his tie. The trio stare at Castiel and she stares back. Suddenly, "please ignore that. Despite what Cas thinks, Jesse is actually innocent."
"Cassie, how nice of you to show up after last time." Dean rolls his eyes.
"Are you insensitive on purpose or do you just assume my life revolves around yours?" Cassie hisses. Dean's eyes widen in surprise and Sam and Adam both raise their eyebrows. "Now let's get back to Jesse. I actually have the perfect person in mind to take care of him."
"Oh, who is it, Gabriel? Anna?" Sam suggests. "Ellen, Jo, Bobby?"
"I'm not thinking of any angels or humans. I'm talking about a demon who might be able to help him."
"Is it the demon Cas was talking about? Because she wasn't sure we could trust him," Dean says.
"We can't completely trust him, but he's somewhat trustworthy." Cassie shakes her hand side to side. "He honors his deals."
"Are you saying you're going to make a deal?"
"Already have. Lots of paperwork to go through. He isn't allowed to harm you or the people you care about, with some other things. And I have promised him no souls, so there's no need to worry about that," Cassie promises. "I need to go see him."
"Him as in the demon or him as in Jesse?" Dean asks, but she's already left.
"Hello, Jesse, I would like to speak with you about a few things, if you don't mind." Cassie sits cross-legged on the floor, only a few feet away from the boy. "You have powers, amazing powers, but they're also very dangerous."
"What are you talking about? What powers?" asks the boy suspiciously. Cassie can't blame him- he probably isn't used to having a woman randomly burst into his house and tell him he was powers.
"Why don't you try to turn this flower into a sucker, the one with the best flavor you can think of. It's alright, you can do it." She smiles and hands the flower to him. As soon as he touches it, it turns into a sucker. He drops it like it's a time bomb. Cassie adopts a softer tone as she speaks to him. "You can take all of reality and change it to your whims, however this can be very dangerous. You must learn to control it, so you don't hurt anyone."
"Does that mean I have to leave my mom and dad?" He looks up at her with wide eyes and Cassie is immediately struck by how much he resembles Claire in that moment with his innocence and unexpected maturity.
"It's to keep them safe. If you don't leave then demons and angels are going to hurt them. I'm sorry, but they would use your parents to get what they want from you. And neither of them want anything good." She puts a hand on his shoulder. "Will you come with me? If we don't leave soon, someone will come."
"I'll go." He takes her hand and they vanish.
"Is this the little one everyone's been chatting about?" Crowley rolls his eyes.
"Yes, but first we need to talk to him about what's going on. All I've told him is that he has powers and demons and angels are coming after him." Cassie keeps Jesse behind her, shielding the boy from Crowley as an extra precaution. She turns around and bends over to face him. "Jesse, demons and angels will be coming after you, but not all of them want to. This man is Crowley, or at least that's what he goes by. He's a demon, but one who honors his deals and will do nothing to you but keep you safe from other demons and angels. I'm Cassie Novak; I'm a vessel for an angel, whose name is Castiel. Castiel has agreed not to harm you when we switch control over my body. You may go with Crowley, or you may stay with me. Or you can choose to stay with a human or another angel, though they will not be able to protect you the way Crowley or myself can."
"I want to stay with you." He grips her hand tighter. Cassie glances at Crowley temporarily, who shrugs.
"I see my services aren't necessary," he says, bored, and disappears.
"Okay, then. Jesse, you need to know two things. One, you won't be able to keep your name, or people will be able to track you, and second you are half demon. Your birth mother was possessed during her entire pregnancy. The demon stopped possessing her after you were born, and while she loved you, she had to give you up for adoption and your parents raised you because she was afraid she would hurt you," she informs him as gently as she can.
Jesse's mouth hangs open and he blinks back several tears. After a minute goes by, he talks. "I-I want to be called Sherlock," he says shakily.
"Like the books?" she checks.
"Yeah."
"Alright then, Sherlock, let's get you a place to sleep." Cassie takes his hand and the two leave the bare field.
Jesse ends up falling asleep on a fluffy bed inside a lavish bedroom with silk sheets. Cassie sighs at how sad he seems, even in his sleep. She sneaks out of the room quietly, and closes the door behind her. She turns around to see Balthazar leaning on the wall across from her.
"Who's the boy? Your son from your teenage years?" Balthazar asks, as apathetic as he can act when curiosity boiling inside him about this woman who is the vessel to his favorite sibling, claims to remember him as a cousin, and knows things about this world's future that no one else knows.
"I was bedridden for most of my teenage years. I never got the chance to love anyone like that," she replies, unamused. "He's the antichrist. I promised I'd keep him safe."
"Cas won't keep him alive when she's back in control," Balthazar points out.
"She will, actually. I explained things to her and she understands. Call for us when he wakes up. I promised he could stay with us, so we must come by as often as we can to reassure him."
Cassie keeps her promise as much as she can by spending as much time as possible with Sherlock. He gets to know both the vessel and the angel, and isn't kept in the dark by her nor Castiel. Balthazar avoids the boy when he can. However, he spends more time with Cassie and starts to wonder if he can let his vessel take control like Castiel can and tries it.
To both Basil and Balthazar's surprise, it works. Basil decides to wander around and ends up in Sherlock's room on accident.
"Are you Balthazar?" Sherlock's head lifts up from the game device he's holding.
"Um, no. I'm his, uh, vessel, Basil," he answers shyly.
"What did you do before he took over?"
"I was a, uh, sunday school teacher."
"Do you regret your choice?" asks Sherlock.
"No. I'm honored for an angel to come down and ask me, of all people, to hold him in my body."
"Even if he isn't the most angelic angel?"
"Oh no, I like that about him. He cares for and appreciates us in his own way, I think," Basil admits.
"Really? I got the feeling he didn't like me much."
"He's just unsure of how to talk to children. He's never really gotten the chance," Basil reassures him. "He has to take over now, or my soul will be destroyed. I won't be back for awhile, but I'm sure we can talk again when I've recovered if you want."
"I'd like that." Sherlock smiles.
Adam, after he and his brothers talked to Cassie about Jesse, goes back to the college. He continues his routine of avoiding his friends and talking to Orifiel instead. He's in the middle of doing so on campus, sitting next to the angel, when one of his old friends catches sight of him and he doesn't notice. Othello walks up to them, angry.
"Adam? Is this where've you been this entire time? You missed Sinclaire's funeral, Angelo's worried for you, Ramona's depressed, and you're talking to some girl and enjoying yourself," he snarls, trying not to make a scene in front of strangers by yelling.
"Adam is not enjoying life, he is avoiding his pain and guilt." Orifiel stands up to the human and despite being several inches shorter than Othello, the way she carries herself makes her seem infinitely larger. " Also, I am not female, I'm a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent."
"Who are you to say what he's doing?" Othello growls. "You're just some stranger."
Orifiel stares at him, affronted. "I'm Orifiel, an angel of the Lord," she says coldly. "Adam is my friend and I will not allow you to take your anger out on him when he is doing what he feels is best to keep you safe. Leave unless you want to be killed right now."
"Orifiel, you don't need to threaten him." Adam places a hand on their arm and turns towards to Othello. "Tell everyone I want to have no part in Team Panoramic Sheep. It's for the best that you all stay away from me unless you want to be killed like- like Sinclaire was."
"Adam..." Othello's eyes widen in surprise and anger quickly turns into regret and sadness. Adam ignores him and places one hand on Orifiel's shoulder.
"Let's go, Orifiel. I need to get to class and I'm sure you need to go back to Heaven." The two turn their back on him and walk away.
"Oh god... What did I just do?" Othello whispers to himself, staring at Adam's back.
"Gadreel, how was work? Any word from Castiel?" Abner asks as she hangs her coat up. She kicks her heels off and walks barefoot to the living room, where Gadreel sits rigidly on the sofa.
"No, there's been no word from our sister." Gadreel sighs. "I'm worried. Should I go back to Heaven to check on her?"
"No. It is isn't worth the risk. I'm sure that if something happens, another angel will tell us," Abner says.
"Are you sure, sister?"
"I'm sure, brother. Now tell me, what do you think about humans and life on Earth?"
"Hello, care to guess my name? I'll give you three chances," a man sings and wags his finger at one of Michael's followers.
"You're..." The angel gulps, a strange sensation for a being who doesn't need to do so. "You're Lucifer."
"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" Lucifer exclaims. Before the angel can do anything else, Lucifer plunges his sword deep into his chest. He twists it, making the angel cry out in pain. Once the sword is removed from his chest, he falls at Lucifer's feet, dead. "This should send big brother a message." He flies away. In his wake are bloodied bodies strewn across the ground to spell 'MISS ME, MICHAEL?'
Hello,
I got the idea for Basil from a tumblr headcannon about Balthazar's vessel. Also, Thank you my beta, totallyignorable, for deciding the sex for Orifiel's vessel, I really wasn't sure what to do for that part of the story.
Thank you for continuing to read,
Gabriel's Wings