I am on a ROLL. I'm just having wayyyy to much fun with this fic. Everyone else enjoying it? No? Just me? Oh. Well then.
So, last chapter followed Season 5 Episode 1, here we have Season 5 episode 2.
I think what I'll do is put the episode names as the chapter titles? Might make it easier to figure out when certain things are happening.
I also mention certain things- like the case the boys go on- in this chapter, so you see whats happening while my characters do their thing.
Don't worry though- they will meet up. Eventually.
Honestly though, probably next chapter or two.
Also, the tracking spell that is used near the end, is the actual tracking spell that Castiel uses (i believe in season 5) to locate the angel Anna.
I was going to put in a witches spell, in latin, but I didnt want to butcher the language- so I skipped past it.
I am honestly adoring the hell out of Seraphiel. Angels man. Their freakin' adorable.
Disclaimer: Dont own Supernatural. Like I mentioned last chapter. Gabriel baby and Crowley. Mmm. I do own Jocelyn and Seraphiel.
September 2009
St. Martins Hospital, New York
After getting a distress call from Rufus and sending Sam and Dean to Colorado, Bobby sat in the wheelchair- looking out the window. The ever-present frown plastered on his face, as he looked down at his legs in annoyance.
'Damn that angel anyway. Cut off from the power source just when I needed him. Go figure,' Bobby scowled, rolling his eyes. The cell phone in his pants pocket started ringing- and at first, he thought of just letting it go to voicemail—but the irritation seeping through him at the sound of the insistence ring convinced him otherwise. Roughly, Bobby gripped the wheels and pushed himself towards the stack of clothing- irritation growing the longer the ringing continued. Finally, he reached the phone and snapped it open, growling out an irritable answer.
"What?!"
"Oh… uh. Sorry if I'm disturbing you." The unfamiliar voice caused Bobby to stop for a second and think- before he realized who was calling him.
"No, no you're not botherin me," Bobby breathed out, attempting to calm himself down," Just a bit… out of it right now kid. What'cha need?"
"What happened?"
"Nuthin' to worry yourself about—"
"Look- I know we just met a couple days ago and all, but you can tell me. I may be from another world, but the community is still family." With a resigned sigh, he realized she wasn't going to let it go- so looking towards the door to ensure no lingering ears, Bobby explained.
"Got possessed. Stabbed myself. Became paralyzed. There."
The silence that greeted him almost made him think she had hung up- but then Jocelyn finally replied.
"Where are you?"
"Don't worry—"
"Bobby Singer. Where are you?"
"St. Martins Hospital- not that it—" Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the tell-tale rustle sound of angel wings and turned his head to see two women in the room.
"The Hell-!" Bobby exclaimed, wide-eyes looking out the door to the hospital room he was in," The hell's wrong with you!"
"Me?! You're the one telling me not to worry about you—when you went and became paralyzed all within a short few days span!" Jocelyn countered, hands raising into the air in exasperation and letting them fall back to her side. Bobby huffed in annoyance but kept his mouth shut. He wasn't used to the concern being shown to him by the teen he met just days prior.
"Who's she?" he asked, changing the subject, as his eyes turned to the short raven-haired girl standing a few feet behind Jocelyn.
"Oh! This is Seraphiel—not mine though. Your worlds Seraphiel," Jocelyn smiled," My worlds told me to find the one from this world—so I did."
"How'd you go and find her- I wasn't even gone a week," Bobby huffed.
"I called out to her," she explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Right," the older hunter slowly nodded," Because angels just listen the first go-round when you call for them."
"Seraphiel does- even if she doesn't respond to everyone in person."
"Jocelyn is correct, Robert. Unlike most my brothers and sisters, I listen to every call that humans make. Always have, ever since my Father asked of us pledge loyalty to humanity. I took it upon myself to listen to their pleas, their prayers, and aid when acceptable."
"Aid when- wait a minute. You're supposed to be an arch angel aint ya?"
"I am an Arch Angel, yes. Third born, right after-"
"Get to healin' then."
"Healing?"
"The legs- come on. Not all of you can be cut off from your mojo—"
"That would be true, yes- however I am afraid I can not heal you," Seraphiel interjected.
"Why the hell not?!"
"Because while I may not be cut off from the Heavenly Hosts power, I can not use my Grace all the time. Then the others would be aware that I am still alive, contrary to popular belief amongst my brothers and sisters. Then I'd have to deal with Michael, Raphael—and now Lucifer—much sooner than I had anticipated, after meeting Jocelyn here."
"You mean to say they think you dead?"
"Correct, Robert. Back before Lucifer was shoved into his cage, I faked my death and fled to Earth to live amongst the Humans- aiding them when I could and watching their progress from their own perspective. It has been quite the—"
"Balls," Bobby frowned," Why is it every angel that comes 'round can't heal these damned legs."
"Every angel?" Jocelyn questioned.
"Yeah- Dean's got himself an angel friend. Castiel," he explained.
"I remember Castiel. Adorable little fledgling, wings the darkest of blues."
"Yeah, well…" Bobby trailed off, not knowing what to say now- then remembered," Why'd you call anyway?"
"Oh!" Jocelyn exclaimed," I wanted to know if you had heard anything about my family?"
"Nah, been silent as a cricket. Plus- if your people exist in this world, we may find the wrong versions of them."
"That'd be… bad," Jocelyn frowned, then turned her attention to Seraphiel," Any chance you could—"
"No."
"No?"
"I am sorry, Jocelyn. However, it is as Robert put it. I may find your family, or it may be a different version of themselves. Plus, that would risk me getting caught much sooner by my—"
"Brothers and sisters, yeah," Jocelyn sighed," Damn. It's too bad I didn't pay more attention to Adela when she was teaching Finley and I spells. There might have been one I could use to contact them."
"Wait just a minute. Spells?" Bobby questioned, his eyes narrowing," You a witch?"
"Me? Nah," Jocelyn shook her head," Adela is though- and Finley's learning fast. Ever since we were younger."
"You can't trust a witch further than you can throw them—"
"Excuse you," Jocelyn interrupted, her green eyes narrowing in anger," Adela rescued me—she raised me. Done nothing but protect me ever since my parents were killed—"
"Probably the one that did them in, kid."
"Hell no! I can tell you right now- it was a black-eyed son of a bitch that killed my parents!" Jocelyn yelled angrily," So don't you go accusing Adela of being a bad seed! She's better than most people I've met- and she'd do anything for Finley and I! Got it?!"
"Alrigh'- I hear ya," Bobby nodded, just as a nurse came into the room.
"Is there something the matter?" Bobby looked to the brunette, who was taking deep breaths.
"Nah, I- I think we're good. Just a small misunderstanding."
"Very well. Please, do try to keep it down though." With that, the nurse turned around and left, disappearing into another room.
"Finley your sister then?"
"Closest thing I got to one. She's been there for me, ever since my parents died. Her and Adela found me at the police station and took me with them."
"So, they kidnapped a kid from the police?"
"I guess that's one way to look at it," Jocelyn shrugged," I was going to Child Protective Services anyhow. No other family to find."
"If you need knowledge of location spells, I know of a few we could use in attempts to find your family," Seraphiel told Jocelyn, who looked at her wide-eyed.
"Why didn't you mention this before?!"
"You did not ask."
"Of course," Jocelyn frowned, raising her right hand to rub the side of her face," Alright then- we'll go back to the salvage yard and get to finding my family then. Bobby—put on your clothes." As Jocelyn started to walk out of the room, he spun his wheelchair after her.
"Why?"
"What do you mean 'why'?" Jocelyn stopped and asked him," I aint leaving you here. We're taking you with us back to South Dakota. I just gotta find a nurse and check you out of the hospital."
"How we getting back?" Bobby asked cautiously.
"I'm 17 Bobby—I know how to drive, okay."
"Right—and how long you been driving?"
"Uh… about a year? Off and on?" Jocelyn admitted, averting his eyes.
"Off and- Aint no way you're driving us back."
"It's either me with my minimal experience—or Seraphiel with no experience. Pick your poison, Singer," Jocelyn smirked as she turned around, continuing towards the desk.
"Balls," Bobby huffed, maneuvering his wheelchair back into his room to get his clothes back on. He wasn't sure if God would hear him, but he sent a prayer anyway.
'Please just keep me in one piece on this ride home—I beg you.'
"I will do my best to ensure you arrive back at home with no more injuries, Robert." Bobby jumped in his chair as he quickly turned his head and saw that the raven-haired lady was still in the room.
"Damn angels," he frowned," Do ya mind? I need to get dressed."
"No, I do not mind. Proceed," Seraphiel told him, turning her gaze towards the window where she watched Jocelyn scribble on some paperwork.
o0o0 Time Skip o0o0
"That's the only two that we can use?" Jocelyn asked, slightly disheartened.
"It is the only two with a chance of working," Seraphiel answered, mixing the herbs together in a bowl," I was no so certain about the witches spell- but the enochian incantation should work."
"Should work?" Bobby questioned, looking up from the book on his lap.
"It will all depend on if Jocelyn correctly cites the incantation."
"What—why me?!"
"You are the one who knows the humans we wish to locate. I do not know them, neither does Robert—"
"Stop calling me that- I've told you, its Bobby."
"Either name I call you- the fact remains you do not know these people," Seraphiel continued, as she drew the sigil atop the table in the kitchen.
"Basically- if ya want to find your friends. You gotta do the hard work," Bobby told Jocelyn," Don't muck it up."
"Thanks," Jocelyn replied dryly, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Bobby.
"If you wish to find your friends, Jocelyn. This is the only option we have left," Seraphiel told her, pouring the oil into the bowl of herbs," Now, I have faith in you—not my faith, in particular- but the faith of the Seraphiel from your world. She believed in you, thus I do. If you manage to pull this off, my actual level of faith in you will rise."
"Gee, thanks," the teen huffed sarcastically, watching as the Arch Angel backed away from the bowl.
"Go on ahead."
Taking a deep breath and praying for the best, Jocelyn looked down at the scrap of paper in her hands and began reading aloud," Zod ah ma ra la ee…" With a slight hesitation, she looked up at Seraphiel who gave her a comforting smile- encouraging her to continue,"… est la gi ro sa."
Nothing.
"Damnit!" Jocelyn yelled, angry at herself.
"Jocelyn, try again—"
"Why? It wont work! I'm alone! I'm all alone in this strange world and I have no idea where my family are- and no idea how to even get back to my world-!"
"Jocelyn, enough," Seraphiel chided, her voice rising slightly, instantly quieting the brunette," Try once more. This time, don't hesitate—don't second guess yourself. Believe that you can do this. Channel the power within you, if you must. We both know what you are capable of- if you allow yourself to be."
The two stared at eachother for a few silent moments, as Bobby looked back and forth between them.
'What the sam-hell she talking about?' Bobby wondered to himself, as he saw Jocelyn slightly nod her head.
"You're right. I can do this. We can do this." She took a deep breath once more, then with thoughts of her family- of those she cared so much for- she began to recite the enochian once more.
"Zod ah ma ra la ee est la gi ro sa!"
As soon as the final word left her mouth, a red flame burst from the bowl and the fire mirrored in Jocelyn's green eyes. A smile lifted her lips as she turned to face Bobby and Seraphiel behind her.
"I did it."
"Yes," Seraphiel nodded," I am very impressed."
"So, you got a location?"
"I got several. It's like we were spread out, somehow."
"Where? I might have hunters in their area that can tell'em to come this way."
"Andy and Rowan are in Oklahoma—Garber. Quinn is in Waterville, Maine. Jordan is in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, Adela is actually close to here- Hartford, South Dakota," Jocelyn replied," and Finley is in Lebanon, Kansas."
"I'll make the calls, see who I can dig up."
"Thank you, Bobby," Jocelyn smiled, leaning down to give him a hug- to which he stiffens for a moment, before gruffly dismissing her.
"Ya yeah, don't get all sappy on me now, kid." As he rolls away, Jocelyn turned to Seraphiel, happiness evident in her eyes.
"I'm finally going to get my family back."
"Yes, you will. However, that is when I foresee it getting much tougher to keep you safe. My older brothers are preparing to fight one another- and the Winchester brothers, the ones so close to Robert—"
"Bobby."
"They are dead smack in the middle of the war between Michael and Lucifer," Seraphiel continued," I do not know how well I will be able to keep you safe, if we stay in close proximity to the Winchesters and Mr. Singer."
"Well then- we'll just have to do what my family has always done," Jocelyn smirked, a determined playfulness lighting her eyes," Kick ass and stay alive by any means necessary."