A phoenix raises from the Ashes
You woke up with a horrible headache. Your whole body was aching and there was a sour taste inside your mouth. Tired you kept your eyes closed and shifted a bit under the soft blanket.
You have had the weirdest dream ever; How you met Sherlock Holmes and Crowley. Then you made a deal with the demon and travelled through different universes…it really was a messy and weird dream. ….but if it has been a dream…why did your ankle hurt so much?
Completely confused you ripped your eyes open and stared at your surroundings: That was not your bedroom. And what the hell…you felt something strange about your clothing and lifted the blanket to have a look.
….you weren't actually wearing clothes. Only a dirty, brown coat, but nothing underneath it. …wait was this the Doctors Coat?
You blushed furiously at the thought that somebody might have seen you naked…but there was another thing: if it was the Tenths coat…you looked at your ankle and indeed: it was wrapped in white bandages.
That wasn't a dream. It was real. It really did happen.
But why were you basically naked except for this coat!? Slowly you remembered what happened: the ancient cave, the trials…and the fire. It burned you. You felt the heat, the pain, saw the flames on your clothes, on your skin…why were you alive?
There was only one way to find out.
Slowly you crawled out of the comfortable bed and left the room…just to realize that you were inside the Tardis. Man, this thing was almost ridiculous big!
After running through the phone box for about fifteen minutes, finding a library, a whirlpool, and a kitchen, you finally reached the control room. Relief overcame you, as you noticed two persons in the room: The Winchester Brothers.
"Sam…Dean...?" Startled they turned around and looked at you, their eyes widened in surprise…and relief. Before they could say anything though, you heard a voice behind you.
"Y/N!? God, you're awake!" The Doctor had been out of your sight, somewhere downstairs, underneath the floor. Now he jumped in your direction, covering you in a tight hug and humming happily, as he did so. "We were so concerned! Almost feared, that you would not wake up again!"
"…not wake…wait. What did actually happen?"
"You rose from the Ashes. You went up in flames and a few seconds later, you just….you stood up. Out of this giant heap of ash as if nothing would have happened." Sam and Dean now also came in your direction and while Sam stopped in front of you and shook his head in slight disbelief, Dean laid an arm around your shoulder with a broad smirk.
"A complete Y/N, no scratches, no burn marks, perfect hair…and no clothes."
"Of course we instantly covered you with the Doctors Coat!" Sam added quickly and again, you blushed in a dark shade of crimson. But you couldn't hold back a small smile yourself.
"So basically, I pulled of a Daenerys Targaryen?"
"Just without the Dragons." The older Winchester brother confirmed.
"What a pity, I would have preferred to come back with a few Dragons." You mumbled, before the Doctor continued the explanation.
"As Sam said; you were just standing there, but you weren't looking at either of us. Then you fainted, almost like a puppet whose strings have been cut. We carried you the Tardis then and waited for you to wake up."
"How did you even do that? Follow me without keeping the portal open I mean."
"Ah, phone box dude here used his blue-magic-pen-thing to keep the door open."
"It is a sonic-screwdriver!" He replied offended, before looking at you again, his eyes narrowed in question. "And you are really alright? Nothing hurts? No internal bleeding or bruises?"
"I am fine. Okay, I have a headache the size of the titanic and my ankle hurts but other than that there is nothing out of the usual, just…no weapon. All the way and stress…for nothing." It really bothered you. Why didn't it work? How were you supposed to get rid of Pandora's Box now?
The guys started discussing: whether they should go back, if they had missed out something and where else they could look for a weapon…but you suddenly remembered something. You had no idea where you had heard it before, no idea how you knew it…but you knew the last lines.
The last two lines of "How the Sun kissed the Earth".
About Phoebes death the god himself never would stop to mourn,
And thus, her children, made of flames and fire, were born.
"Those made of flames and fire", the children of a girl called Phoebe…you turned around and looked through the room. Not far from you, there was an iron bar…and without thinking about it twice, you touched it. Carefully, with the backside of your forearm…and you screamed out loud in surprise and pain.
"Y/N!" Sam jumped forward, pulling you away from the bar and looking on the fresh burn-bruise on your arm. "What did you…" then his eyes fell on the bar: it didn't look hot or something like this? …but it was made out of iron.
"The…the iron, it…burned me. So either I really am dead and returned as ghost, or…" Sam instantly understood what you meant, while Dean and the Doctor seemed to be quite confused.
"Doctor, do you have a piece of paper or something like that?" With a careful nod the Doctor disappeared under the floor again, just to return with a newspaper a few seconds later. …not to mention, that said newspaper was at least twice as old as you. All eyes were fixed at you, as you took a small piece of it in your hands, turning it thoughtfully, focusing at it…and setting it ablaze.
"Y/N…you, you are…." Dean's mouth was open in surprise, Sam had a similar expression and the Tenth just shook his head slowly.
"Doctor….how did the story of Sol and Phoebe end?" You asked, your glance cold, your voice low.
"They…he…well. They were in love. Sol stayed with her as he promised. By day he was in the sky, always shining down on her and by night he came down to the earth, staying in the arms of his beloved.
But despite their love…Phoebe was still a mortal. A human being, affected by the time…and she turned older. Sol knew that she would die…but didn't want to let go of her. He rose her as a star, up to him in the heavens above. But the fire of his true form was too hot…Phoebe burned. Sol mourned, blamed himself for her death, and from her ashes…from her ashes he created "those of fire and flames"…Y/N, you…you are a …."
"A Phoenix." You completed his sentence. Then you said a few things that made Sam look away uncomfortably and Dean and the Doctor raise an eyebrow. Dean seemed a little bit impressed by the variety of your colourful language. But how could you not swear in such a situation? You were a phoenix. A freaking monster! Dying? Okay, you expected that you would end up dead…but being reborn as a freaking monster!? …well at least you were sort of immortal now. Unless somebody shot you with the colt. Then you also realized what the sentence on the door to the last cave had meant.
The Weapon wasn't an object…you were the weapon.
"Well…" you muttered, still staring at your bruise in confusion. "Crowley said a 'normal' fire couldn't burn the box…but a Phoenix-Fire is anything but normal."
"Except for the swearing…you are quite calm for someone who just turned into a monster." Dean looked highly impressed. Well, you just set yourself on fire to turn into a monster to save his whole freaking universe…that jerk better be impressed!
"Oh, just on the outside, Winchester. On the inside I am a mess." For a moment you thought about starting to cry…who knew, maybe phoenix tears really had healing effects? That burn on your arm was already itching horrible, not to mention your sprained ankle.
Actually, the last thing bothered you beyond belief.
You just died and came back completely intact, why didn't your ankle get better as well? …immortal obviously did not mean invincible.
"I mean…I just died. And came back…normal people aren't doing things like this regularly. But better a Phoenix than a demon, I guess?" Each Winchester rose an eyebrow at your comment with the "normal people" so you quickly continued talking.
"However, we should quickly return to Castiel. We still need to get rid of the box and its inhabitants."
"Great idea babe…but maybe you should get yourself some clothes first." You instantly blushed again and wrapped the coat tighter around yourself.
The Doctor lead you to the Tardis' dressing room…and it was the most impressive closet you had seen in your whole life. At least it didn't take you long to pick something: A plain, white Shirt, a Tardis-blue Hoodie over it, a pair of knee-long, jeans shorts, some nice, white socks and a blue pair of sneakers.
What was irritating you a bit though, was the content of the Hoodie's pockets: A handkerchief (unused, luckily), a few pieces of yellow paper, some pens, a lipstick, a chess-figure (a black queen), a few dices and…a banana. Somebody here obviously used their sweaters as litter box.
You only kept the lipstick (dark red, it looked like it would have belonged to Donna) and a pen. The rest you shoved into the pockets of a different sweater hanging in the dressing room…a hard thing to do since they were also already filled with stuff.
Newly dressed you hurried into the control room once again: You couldn't wait to see your little Adam again.