Angels in the Dark
By TwinKittin (fanfiction) or Tikigurl (adultfanfiction)
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Jesen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, or anything else that you might recognize as a brand-name. If I did own those two boys then … well, lets not go there… If I do own something, I will let you know. I will be warping some theological myths/facts/ideas and changing them to suit me. I will be mixing different religions together, as well. If you don't like it, too bad. But I always appreciate constructive criticism.
Warning: This story is meant to be rated R/M/NC17 (depending on your ratings). It is not intended for children and I am not responsible for anyone that reads this. This is going to be adult oriented in terms of sexual interactions and situations. There are also some graphic images, depicting a car crash and death, in the beginning of the story.
Summary:Sam and Dean were killed in a car crash with a drunk driver and because of their works on earth they were rewarded with angel wings, so that they can continue to fight supernatural beings that prey on the human race. Since they are new angels they don't know much about the Other World/Upper World (what heaven is called) or the groups of angels that live there. One group (the Seraphim) has Jess in it, another (the Darklings) has a girl that intrigues Dean.
PS This fic is set a few year into the future, around 2-4 years actually. It has nothing to do with my other fic+mini-series 'On The Side'
And QUESTION: Does anyone know if they say Jess's full name in the show? Is her name Jessica? It seems like that should be her name, but who knows, people are naming their kids strange things lately so it could just be 'Jess'. If any one knows, please tell me, because I cannot remember if I ever heard them call her Jessica. (I might have been hallucinating or something.) I don't want to call her Jessica if that is not her name, but calling her Jess all the time is a little annoying.
(((((((BREAK))))))) Chapter 1: In The Beginning
Dean sat behind the wheel of the Impala(TM Chevy), chowing down on a cheap burrito from the convenience store he was parked in front of, waiting for Sam to come out of the bathroom. When his younger brother finally slid into the passenger seat, Dean had finished his quick meal and had gulped down half a can of soda. Handing Sam the second burrito, he started the car and turned up the radio before pulling out of the parking lot.
After a few minutes of driving, Sam had finished his own dinner and was doing something with his phone, Dean rolled to a stop at a red light. It was just after sunset, just dark enough that the street lamps were on. The light turned green, Dean shifted into gear and pulled forward, the engine rumbling beautifully. Sam glanced up when they started to move and a bright light made him wince. Looking out the passenger window, his jaw dropped and he shouted. "Dean, MOVE!"
An SUV was barreling towards them, showing no signs of stopping. Sam couldn't tell what color it was in the dim light. Dean hit the gas, hard, just as the vehicle crashed into Sam's door. In a crunch of metal, the tires of both vehicles squealing, the SUV seemed to jump up. The Impala rocked and then tilted on one set of wheels before tumbling onto itself, upside-down in the middle of the intersection. Then the large vehicle rolled over the Impala like a monster truck, crushing the roof against the asphalt and tearing up the underside. Then, without a backwards glance or a bit of hesitation, the other vehicle drove off into the night still rocking from side to side after the bumpy trip.
Sam died almost instantly. Dean however, was pinned. His neck was tilted at an unnatural angle, his face pressed to the steering wheel while his seat pushed on his back. The position was cutting off the blood flow to his brain, and he already had some head trauma from being bashed around. It was almost an hour before anyone found the car and called 911. By then Dean had slipped into a coma and Sam's body had gone cold. When they pried the two boys out of the wreckage, the paramedics found that Dean's injuries were extensive. He had two breaks in one of his shin bones, two broken kneecaps, a dislocated shoulder, broken ribs, a broken nose, and one of his wrist bones was broken and protruding from the skin.
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Sam slowly came to consciousness. Despite the fact that his eyes were open, and he blinked several times, he couldn't see anything but shadows. His hearing was foggy; every thing sounded like it was coming through a tunnel. He couldn't move any of his limbs, but he could feel someone touching his face. Almost immediately he began to struggle, trying to move his arms so he could fight off who or what was touching him.
Then his hearing began to improve slowly, his eyesight too. Someone was crouching over him, his head in the person's lap. He realized that the hands touching his face were soft and gentle; the person was also speaking to him in a soothing voice. Then as if he were a radio and had changed frequency, he could hear and see. The sudden light in his eyes made him wince.
"…be alright. Sam, relax, it's just me… You will feel normal soon, just let yourself get used to it…"
Sam shook his head, looking up at the familiar voice. When he spoke his voice was scratchy and had a panicked high pitch. "JesS.." He cleared his throat and scrambled away from the blonde woman who looked exactly like his Jess. "No… This is another dream. No…"
Sam tried to get up, but his legs were still weak, and he stumbled, landing on his back and pain shot through him. It felt like his shoulder blades were being stabbed with hot needles. Rolling onto his side, he had to watch as the Jess look-a-like walked over and crouched next to him again.
"Oh Sam, that had to hurt. Just stay still until the pain stops. I know everything feels a little strange, but you will get used to it in a little bit."
"Who are you?" Sam stared up at her and for the first time noticed that they weren't alone. There were other people wandering around, most of them were female but some men were there.
The woman actually looked hurt. "You don't recognize me? I know it's been a while since you have seen me, and I have changed a bit from being here… But I thought…"
"I know who you look like, not who you are. This is just another dream or you are something pretending to be her. I don't care, but I'm out of here..."
"Sam, please, just listen." She tucked her hair behind her ear in a motion that made all the pain and memories of her death come back. "I know that what happened really had an effect on you. I was watching you until I found out that you could see me(1). Then I had to stay away… Rules, you know." She shrugged.
"What the hell are you talking about!" Sam tried to sit up and he was surprised that the woman grabbed his shoulders to help him.
"Sam, it's me. It really is…"
That's when another woman, dressed similarly to Jess, but with shorter darker hair walked up behind her then. "Jess," the woman's voice had a slight French accent, "He doesn't get it."
The dark haired older woman stood with her hands on her hips and looked down at Sam. "Kid… You're dead. You died in that car crash. Don't you remember?"
"Emma, please! I can handle this." Jess turned back to Sam but she nodded in agreement. "You were driving with Dean… Do you remember the SUV?"
"What?..." Sam shook his head, "Where is Dean?"
The woman, Emma, spoke again. "He hasn't crossed over yet."
"What do you mean?"
"Common Sam, let me help you stand up. Dean is at the hospital, he is in a coma, but… He's not going to make it. He'll be here soon." Jess took Sam's arm to help him up. Sam didn't shake her off or push her away. Right now he was very confused.
"Here, just hold on to me." Jess began to walk and Sam could feel something brushing against his back, but just as he turned his head, he felt a wave of nausea. When he lurched forward, he stared at the tile on the floor.
"I forgot to tell you, I'm sorry. You will get used to it, once you get the hang of moving around by yourself." Jess wrapped an arm around his waist and looped his arm over her shoulders.
She led him into one of the near by hospital rooms. Inside, Dean was hooked up to about a dozen machines and needles. He was covered in bandages and casts, and his skin was pale.
Sam tried to pull away from Jess, but she wouldn't let him. She helped him stand next to the bed, but when one of the machines started to go off, she pulled him out of the room.
"What's going on! I can't leave him!" Sam struggled with Jess until the same wave of nausea washed over him.
"I told you, he is not going to make it. You should be here when he arrives."
Sam turned and pulled away from Jess, backing away from her as he looked around. Something was very odd in this place. "Are you trying to tell me that I am dead?" He laughed a little bitterly. "And what, this is Heaven?"
His eyes scanned over the room he was in. He didn't know how they had left the hospital, but he definitely wasn't there anymore. This place looked like an upbeat office building. The walls were painted in a happy yellow and beige, the carpet was a soft neutral color, and the ceiling was white stucco. Did they stucco ceilings in Heaven? Or a better question would be; did they have ceilings in Heaven and if they did, why?
There was a desk in the corner with a man sitting behind it, acting like a receptionist. Answering phones, working on a computer, writing things. There were potted plants in the corners and there were chairs lined up against the walls. There was a set of double doors behind the receptionist, with a small set of golden arches painted above it. Several other doors lined the room, all with symbols painted above them, but Sam didn't care. A round glass table sat near the receptionist, but there was nothing on it. It must have been a trick of the light, but Sam could see odd reflections.
Even odder, there were no lights… No windows, lamps, tubes… nothing. And yet the room was filled with light as if the sun was shining.
"What happened to the clouds and harps and Angels? Is this the economy version of Heaven?" Sam bumped into something and his back strained oddly, slight pain radiating from two points on his shoulder blades.
Jess rolled her eyes, and most of the people turned to look at Sam as if he had grown a second head. Even the receptionist looked up and at him. Jess rushed to his side before turning and explaining to the crowd… "Sorry, he is new…" She smiled sheepishly.
A soft ding came from the door that had a small world painted above it, and the door slid open, looking like an elevator. There was no one inside, but Jess smiled. "Dean is here. Don't you want to see him?"
"What are you talking about? There is no one inside that elevator!" Sam felt Jess's hands on his shoulders and they turned him to look at the floor in an empty corner of the room. There was Dean… without bandages or any of the other signs that he was hurt. He looked like he was sleeping. Sam opened and closed his mouth several times, like a fish, in shock.
Jess released him and walked over to stand next to Dean's body. "Unfortunately, he didn't cross over immediately. He is going to remember more than you do, including his pain." She shrugged before kneeling to try and wake Dean. "That is good and bad. He should accept all of this a bit easier than you are, but remembering the pain of death can be traumatic."
Sam could only watch as his brother woke up. Dean seemed to do it faster than he had, but maybe that was just because Sam had been panicking at the time. Dean seemed very calm in comparison.
When he opened his eyes and was able to see, it took him a moment to recognize Jess. Then he grinned. "Hey, you're Sam's hottie."
Jess rolled her eyes, "My name is Jess, Dean."
"Yeah, yeah… Where is Sammy-boy?" Dean wasn't struggling or trying to move while he waited for the co-ordination of his body to come back. "He is here right?" As a second thought, he added, "Where is here?"
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So what did everyone think? Good, bad, or frightening?
References:
1: (Reference to Sam seeing Jess) I don't quite remember the episode, but in one of them, there was a scene. Sam was in the passenger seat of the Impala, and he thinks he sees Jess on the corner of a sidewalk, but when a telephone pole blocks the view, she disappears. Sam thinks he is hallucinating.