Harvelle Supernatural
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Chapter 39: Meet the New Boss
Last time on Supernatural:
"I'm your new god. A better one," Castiel said, opening his arms wide. "So you will bow down…and profess your love unto me, your lord….or I shall destroy you."
Fuck, we're screwed.
Now:
The lab was engrossed in silence as we stared at Castiel.
Something was not right. I've been with Gods, yet Castiel doesn't hold the same amount of energy as Athena or Kali. My clairvoyant ability tells me he was not God. But he is more powerful than an archangel. More powerful than Lucifer or Michael! And by sudden knowledge, the Hellraiser pile of blood and remains used to be Raphael.
"Well, alright then," Bobby said, kneeling down on his knees. "This good…Do you want the whole forehead-to-the-carpet thing? Guys?"
Soon Dean and Sam were on their knees except for me. I remained standing.
"Skylar," Bobby said.
"No," I said. "He won't do anything to us out of fear."
"She's right. What's the point if you don't mean it?" Castiel said. "You fear me. Not love, not respect – just fear." He then looked at me. "And you lost your faith."
"Cass-" Sam started.
"Sam, you have nothing to say to me. You stabbed me in the back. "Castiel said. "Get up."
Which Dean and Bobby did.
"Cass, come on. This is not you." Dean said.
"The Castiel you knew is gone." The angel said.
"So what, then? Kill us?" Dean asked.
"What a brave little ant you are. You know you're powerless. You wouldn't dare move against me again. That would be pointless. So I have no need to kill you. Not now. Besides… once, you were my favorite pets, before you turned and bit me." Castiel warned.
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
"I'm God," Castiel said. "And if you stay in your place, you may live in my kingdom. If you rise up, I will strike you down."
I bit my tongue and held back the no. He was not god. A power entity yes, but Castiel was no God.
"Not doing so well, are you, Sam?" Castiel asked.
Sam looked pale as he cleared his throat, "I'm fine. "
"You said you would fix him. You promised!" Dean demanded.
"If you stood down, which you hardly did." Castiel reminded. "Be thankful for my mercy. I could have cast you back into the pit." He told Sam.
"Cass, come on. This is nuts." Dean pleaded. "You can turn this around. Please!"
"I hope, for your sakes, this is the last you see me," Castiel said.
"Three weeks," I said, my clairvoyant ability blurting how much time Castiel had. With that many souls, his vessel will not hold long and the results could release countless monsters back to the earth or the end of the world. My blurted out had Castiel faced me. I gulped, "You have three weeks before it is too late. There is something far worse inside you that even…"
Castiel shook his head and gave me a look saying he'll prove me wrong. With nothing else to say he vanished in a blink on an eye leaving us hunters be. Suddenly there was a slight light headache coming as I turned to see Sam stance wavering. There was blood seeping down his nostril.
"Sam!" I called to moving forward to catch him except he fainted collapsing onto his knees. His hand smacking into the broken glass on the floor. The pain snapped him out of his dizzy spell as he looked at us in horror. Quickly I was on the ground holding his face and had him look at me. "Not real. Sam whatever you're seeing is not real."
On the drive, over he told me he was having flashes of hell. So I decided to do this, if he had another episode I would hold his face and have complete eye contact saying whatever he was seeing was not real. Sam nodded until the pain became too much that he fell unconscious.
"Dean," I called out.
Dean and Bobby were there in an instant helping me get Sam up and back to the jeep. We put him in the back and Dean mended his hand while Bobby and I tried to figure out how to get the Impala over. Sadly Dean's Baby was severely damaged that I doubt she could drive properly. When Dean came over he sighed.
"Just tie her to the car and I'll fix her back at the garage." He said.
So with some rope and my jeep we managed to flip the impala over onto her wheels then hooked her up to the jeeps hitch before driving back to South Dakota. Dean drove with Bobby in the passenger seat while I sat in the back with Sam's head on my lap.
.o0o.
Two days later, I was helping Dean with the Impala. We got the hood off and Dean could tell that majority of the impala's engine was fine just needed a few tightening on screws, new belt, and battery. So as Dean worked on getting the roof popped, I was online trying to find parts for a 1967 Chevrolet Impala.
I was heading out to tell Dean as he continues to pop the roof.
"Hey Dean," I said.
"Found anything?" Dean groaned still pushing the roof.
"I found some parts and made calls. They would be here in a week." I said.
"Thanks, I'll pay ya back." Dean groaned.
I chuckled and got in the back seat, and put my legs on the roof to pushing it up. "Consider it a birthday and Christmas gift."
"Right," he said.
We work on the roof though it wouldn't budge. Dean groaned smacking it, "Come on, Baby!"
"So, you fixing her or primal screamin'?" Bobby asked coming out of nowhere.
Dean groaned as he got out of the car as did I. As we got out Dean was greeted with a beer while I a nice bottle of root beer. No offense but I try to limit my alcohol consumption of late. We all took a sip of our drinks and sighed.
"How's Sam?" Dean asked.
"He's still under but alive," Bobby answered.
"Yeah," Dean sighed taking another sip. "What about the God Part Deux?"
"I got all kinds of feelers out. So far, diddly." Bobby answered as we made our way to the work table.
"And what exactly are you looking for?" Dean asked.
"Exactly. What?" Bobby replied. "Miracles, mass visions, trench coat on a tortilla? I don't know what I'm looking for."
"Sky, you think your journalist friend could help?" Dean asked,
"I'll ask Cheryl if she got word on strange things. But don't get your hopes up." I answered.
"Well, he'll surface." Dean sighed going through his tools.
"So, say we do suss out where new and improved flew off to." Bobby started,
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"The hell we plan to do about it?" Bobby asked.
"Well, I don't know, Bobby," Dean replied. "I got no more clues than you do. Sky and clairvoyant knowledge we should know?"
"All I know is that in three weeks something bad is going to happen to him," I told Dean. "There isn't much celestial knowledge on a rebirth of a powerful entity as mythology puts it. There has to be a nothing in order to be a something. And the Greek gods were produced the same way as humans except for a handful. Castiel, on the other hand, started off as a something and changed into something that isn't…I don't know how to say… divine."
"Okay, stop before you hurt your brain," Dean said walking back to the impala.
Bobby sighed, "I don't even know what books to hit for."
"Well, figure it out!" Dean snaps.
We looked at Dean surprised from his outburst. He sighed, "I'm sorry. This ain't in a book. If you stick your neck out, Cass steps on it."
"So what do we do now?" I asked.
"You know what I'm gonna do?" Dean replied.
"What?" Bobby asked.
"I'm gonna fix this car… because that's what I can do." Dean answered. "I can work on her till she's mint. And when Sam wakes up, no matter what shape he's in, we glue him back together, too. We owe him that."
Dean then got back in the impala working on her as he promised.
"I'm with you." Bobby agreed.
"Guess I'm going back to work," I said. "Leave once Sam is fully awake."
"Good idea," Bobby agreed.
Seeing Dean needed some alone time I decided to head to the grocery store to stock on food supplies. I got some fresh foods and canned ones that Bobby preferred. After I paid and tipped the bagger, I turned the jeep on and listen to the radio on the news stations. Suddenly there was a report on a man who forced a preacher to choke on his tongue, forced a man to a church bench with nothing but a stare, and turned a glass stain mural of Jesus into himself. A guy in a trench coat!
"You got to be kidding me," I said.
When I made it to the junkyard, I went straight over to the TV turning on CBA News. Immediately it went to the topic that I heard on the radio. I contacted called Dean to come over and Bobby who went to get Sam. Soon we were watching the news in what has happened in Lady of Serenity Church.
The TV female news reporter announced, "The sudden deaths of some 200 religious leaders are currently under investigation. The Vatican has yet to issue a statement, but some are already calling this an act of God."
Soon blond hair women spoke her statement, "We all saw him. No beard, no robe. He was young...and...And sexy. He had a raincoat."
Dean turned off the TV.
Not good.
Not good at all.
.o0o.
"Sure you guys will be alright?" I asked Sam who escorted me to my Acura. I usually take my Acura to and from Ohio and here, mainly for a photography business, while Ellen's jeep stayed here for hunting and since selling Jo's muscle car. It was painful to sell her car, but I had to. Luckily it was bought by another hunter who had the money. The last thing I need is a civilian finding the secret compartment of weapons.
Sam patted my back, "We'll live."
"Sam…you guys aren't going to do anything stupid," I asked.
"Define stupid?" He teased.
I shook my head and got in my car. "Call me if you need any help or to chat."
Sam closed the door and knelt down. "Promise, maybe I'll come over in a week."
A small smile kissed my lip, "Yeah. Cheryl would be out of town."
Cheryl still hadn't met Sam yet. She has met Bobby since he is family, knows of Dean, met him once on Skype back in my college days. But Sam…she heard of him but never met him. And it's probably for the best. Since twice Dean and Sam had a run-in with the police. Using her journalist ability she might as well call the police and write a story about it.
So giving Sam a kiss, I drove back to Columbus and did my usual life of being a photographer: Traveling around Ohio to take pictures of events going on since it was the fair season. And Sam did keep his word as by the end of the week we went to the fair together for three days, though he seemed a bit tense, if not Dean constantly calling. Through his tensed moments, I could somewhat feel his anxiety. As if he felt like somebody was watching him. It wasn't Castiel for I would have sensed the traitor. But from the clairvoyant ability…it was something personal.
Anyway, I keep the radio on to know what Castiel was doing. One time I did had it on, was when I was in the kitchen making dinner with Cheryl. As the news reporter spoke:
"…Believed to be target hits high up in white-supremacy organizations. The FBI now believes the Ku Klux Klan has been forced to disband."
"Thank God for that," Cheryl said.
"Yeah," I said quietly.
"Still, how can one man do all these things?" she continues as she poured two glasses of Moscato. "I would love to have an interview with him."
"Doubt you can tolerate him," I muttered.
"Why do you say that?" Cheryl asked. "He's getting rid of all the wrong in the world."
"Whoever this guy is… is doing it wrong. There is a justice system; he can't go walking around killing people if they are sinful or criminal."
"Well, many of those men from the child were pedophiles," Cheryl said. "I did my research and you are surprised what I found. Pedo, adulterers, and such."
"Still, somebody who says they are God and smite those who abuse his name isn't the righteous way to do it." I counter taking a gulp of my Moscato.
"Then what is the righteous way?" She asked.
I thought about it then sighed, "I don't know."
And so the days go on as I continue my daily living.
"A freak lightning strike on the heels of the fire that burned down the Center for Vibrational Enlightenment earlier today," Said a spokesman, "this tragedy represents the largest loss in New Age motivational speaker history"."
Seriously, Castiel will never understand Irony.
"Since biblical times. Leprosy was once so prevalent that colonies were found around the world. Today we are witnessing the unprecedented shutdown of India's leper colonies after what many are calling a miracle healing."
Well, at least, he's doing something for the world than smiting hypocrites.
Another week goes by and what I fear occurred.
The guys called and I put them on speaker asking what is going on. Apparently, Dean tried to bind Death in order to kill Castiel with Crowley giving them the spell to bind Death. However it didn't work, for Castiel broke the binds with a snap of his fingers. Yet Death said something interesting. He called Castiel a mutated angel, and he is not just containing all the basic monsters that Eve ever created. He also consumed the first beast, the Leviathan.
"Leviathan?" I asked.
"Yeah, know anything about them?" Sam asked.
"Other than being a large sea serpent? They are only mentioned in the Tanakh being proud demons that are creatures of no fear." I answered. "Also the holy bible mentioning them."
"And what about destroying them?" Dean asked.
"Dean, from whatever religious book and document say about them…is that the end of time shall kill them," I said.
"Guess we got to wait for twenty-twelve then," Bobby muttered.
Doubt it.
.o0o.
I was in the living room watching TV for the new election that happens until breaking news on WIXA 4 News of a massacre at the campaign office of an incumbent senator by a trench-coated man. The News showed security footage, but viewer discretion is advised was said. The footage showed Castiel standing in front of a man. At first, they seemed to be talking until Castiel started grinning like a Cheshire cat with his nose bleeding. The sight disturbed everyone in the video, especially when he stared directly at the security camera. Before the footage was lost, Castiel placed his hand on the man. A splatter of blood could be seen before white noise.
I inhaled sharply.
"Castiel, what have you done." I exhaled.
He has fallen into deep water. Probably too far deep that neither the Winchesters nor I could save him. And knowing Dean, he has declared Cass on the hit list.
"Skylar," spoke a weak voice.
I jumped turning around to see Castiel all bloodied up and slightly deformed. His faced covered in what looked like scarred flesh. Quickly I ran into my room and grabbed the colt. Don't know if it can do its job, but it should immobilize him temporally like it did on Lucifer. The moment I cocked the trigger Castiel was in front of me.
"Skylar, please…" Castiel mumbled.
"Why ya here?" I demanded aiming the colt at him.
"You were right," he panted.
Three weeks. It has been three weeks and what my ability foretold is happening. As more information started pressing through.
"Your vessel can't hold them in," I pointed out.
Castiel looked down ashamed.
"I saw what you did," I said keeping the gun on him. "You killed innocent people."
"I…"he stopped and groans. "Please, I need help."
Evaluating the situation, I can't do this alone.
"We need the Winchesters and Bobby's help," I noted.
Castiel nodded. He gave me time to grab a few things before we angelically teleported to Sioux Falls in Bobby's kitchen. The boys were shocked to see me helping a wounded mutated angel. But quickly ran over to help. It was a serious discussion, but we all knew we need to go back to the facilities where it all began.
So packing our gear, we drove to Bootback Kansas. Once there we enter the surgery room where it was stilled trashed with Raphael rotted fleshed now dried up. Bobby took the purgatory spell out of the bag to practice, Dean looked around to make sure there was no threat, while Sam and me out Castiel down, leaning against a medical shelf.
"We need the right blood," Castiel said. "There's a small jar - end of the hall, s-supply closet."
"Got it," Sam said standing up and ran to get the jar.
I stood up walking over to Bobby to see what else the ritual called for.
"Dean?" Castiel spoke when Dean walked by him.
"What, you need something else?" Dean stopped looking at him.
"No," Castiel answered. "I feel regret, about you and what I did to Sam."
Bobby and I stopped what we were doing to watch them.
"Yeah, well, you should," Dean said moving a medical table.
"If there was time if I was strong enough, I'd - I'd fix him now. I just wanted to make amends before I die." Castiel said.
Dean moved the counter, though gestured me over to help. "Okay?"
"Is it working?" Castiel asked.
"Does it make you feel better?" Dean asked.
"No," Castiel replied. "You?"
"Not a bit," Dean answered.
Castiel sighed, while Dean and I got the room ready. I suddenly felt my heart rate increased and took several deep breaths. I know I have moments when my heart rate increases on non-adrenaline moments. Yet something feels off. A sense of fear.
I looked at Castiel assuming it was from him triggering my ability. He was on the ground heavily breathing. I went over to see what comfort I could give. Meanwhile, Bobby checked his pocket watch to see the time. He walked over telling Castiel to hang in there and went over to Dean. Who later walked away?
"I'm sorry," Castiel said. "I should have taken your ability into consideration."
"Well, that's one thing about the male race," I said. "You're strong-headed."
"Castiel panted, "If I could, I would had helped Sam or brought Jo back."
I stopped and looked at him. "No. I don't want to go through that pain again."
I don't want Jo to be taken away from me again. Castiel and Balthazar's Titanic scheme made had given me a few days to my sister, yet the pain of waking up from the alternate universe was overwhelming and hurtful. Even with the reminder scar on the palm of my hand. It's too much to bear.
Dean soon returns with the blood.
"Where's Sam?" I asked.
"Somewhere," Dean answered.
"We're short on time, let's get the sigil up," Bobby said, as he and Dean used the wall and marked it with blood until it was complete. "It's good enough. "HE walked over gesturing for Castiel to stand up. "Okay, step right up, Cass."
We got in standing and stepped away. Dean handed Bobby the spell as he did the incantation, " Ianua magna purgatorii, clausa est ob nos lumine eius ab oculis nostris retento sed nunc stamus ad limen huius ianuae magnae et demisse fideliter perhonorifice paramus aperire eam."
During the spell Castiel collapsed, Dean quickly rushed over to help him then back to the safe zone. The angel turned around facing us, "I'm sorry, Dean."
Bobby continued the spell, "Creaturae terrificae quarum ungulae et dentes nunquam tetigerunt carnem eius ad mundum nostrum nunc ianua magna, aperta tandem!"
Suddenly there was an unknown wind as lights came out of the sigil creating the portal for purgatory. Not soon after a burst of light came out of Castiel and into the portal with the sounds of growls and screams. The light was so bright, I turned around covering my eyes. Next thing we know, the light vanished and Castiel was on the ground.
"Cass?" Dean called out.
I rushed over feeling his body so cold than it was a moment ago.
"Is he breathing?" Dean asked.
I leaned over placing my hand over Castiel face to feel a breath. Sadly there was no exhale or inhale motion. So looking at the men, I shook my head no.
"Maybe angels don't need to breathe," Dean suggested.
"He's gone, Dean," Bobby said.
"Damn it." Dean snapped as the two got up. "Cass, you child. Why didn't you listen to me? "
A second I felt a surge and dark presence from Castile's vessel. Immediately I got up stepping away. Something was not right. The clairvoyant ability telling me there was a new presence in the room. Something or things with us. Before Dean or Bobby could ask what is wrong, Castiel vessel instantly healed itself and the angel woke.
"Cass?! Hey! Hey!" Dean said as he and bobby helped the angel up. "Okay. All right."
"That was unpleasant," Castiel mumbled. "I'm alive?"
"Looks like," Bobby answered, happily.
"I'm astonished. Thank you - all of you." Castiel said.
"We were mostly... just trying to save the world," Bobby said.
"I'm ashamed. I really overreached." Castiel said.
"You think?" Dean replied.
"I'm gonna find some way to redeem myself to you," Castiel said.
The unknown presence was bothering that I didn't hear what they were saying. Sensing this unknown feral energy. As if in a lion's den filled with uncontrollable hunger. Then I saw it on Castiel, black ooze coming from his here. Shit not all of the creatures escaped.
"Boy!" I shouted.
Bobby and Dean stared at me confused when Castiel jostled them away in pain. The angel grunted, bending forward as he wrapped his arms around himself.
"I-I can't hold them back!" he strained.
"Hold who back?" Dean demanded.
"Not all of them left," I said before Castiel said. "Something stronger."
"Who the hell -?" Dean asked.
"Leviathan!" Castiel cried out. "I can't fight them. Run!"
Leviathan? As in the Leviathan that Death warned us about. The older creatures before Eve's children. Dean shoved my shoulder and told me to find Sam. Before I could turn to leave, Castiel stopped fighting the pain and stood there proudly with a black ooze coming out of his ear and dark veins engrossed his body.
"Too late." The Leviathan in Castiel vessel said, grabbing Dean's arm.
"Cass?" Dean asked.
"Cass is," the vessel said happily if not casual with a shrug. " - he's gone. He's dead. We run the show now." Afterward, he tossed Dean a crossed the room. Ah." The made his way over to Bobby doing the same thing."
I turned to run, rushing to the table to grab the Colt. The moment I grabbed it, the vessel grabbed me with an iron clench on pinned to the wall hard, knocking sense for a moment of pain.
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun."
Where the Colt was aimed at, I pulled the triggered.
I know, I'm a bad hunter.
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