So, my apologies. It's been a while since I posted. Had to really think about this chapter, as it doesnt really have much to tie into the actual plot of Supernatural. Mostly this is- what could be defined as- a Filler Chapter. It explains a few things, mostly about our wonderful Rowan- and dearest Jocelyn.
Bobby's hunter senses are tingling .
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural ((DAMMIT CHUCK)) but I do own all my original characters! Jocelyn, Rowan, Finley, Adela, Jordan, Quinn, Andy, Seraphiel and Jophiel.
Next Day
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
"Did you idjits just say—"
"Castiel. Yes." Rowan nodded," You have nothing to fear, the angel inhabiting my body means no harm to any of us."
"Not what I was getting at- but okay," Bobby shrugged.
"Oh! That's right—you said Dean Winchester had himself a Castiel, right?" Jocelyn asked Bobby, who gave a gruff nod.
"Angels been nothin' but an odd one though. Help here, hinder there. Can't do this, won't do that. Helps with this—"
"It is not his fault," Rowan frowned, as Bobby looked over at the blonde," It is just how the Heavenly Host works. My Castiel has told me a great deal, when he has been able to, anyway. It is ingrained within the Angels system, almost—what they are allowed to do and what they are forbidden to do. The Castiel I have within… he done something he was not supposed to and was thus expelled from the Host. Hence why he has stuck with me for all these years."
"What'd he do?" Bobby questioned, curiosity rising.
"I do not know. He never tells me. Castiel is a very reserved person."
"Reminds me of someone else we all know," Adela said, giving a gentle smile in Rowans direction.
"Yes. Even I find that Castiel and I have quite a bit in common. Probably one of the reasons we get along so well. On another note, the male you had reach out to Andy and I—he did not know about Quinn. Where is my brother?"
"Don't worry my dear," Adela smiled, walking over and cupping Rowans face with her palms," Quinn is up in Maine, I was going to reach out to him tonight."
"I am afraid I can not wait. I will go get him. What city can I find Quinn?"
"Waterville," Jocelyn told him, and with the flutter of wings- Rowan was gone.
"Joss," Adela sighed.
"What?!"
"We can't be letting Rowan go off on his own. If anything happened to him, Quinn—and Jordan—would never forgive us."
"Oh, don't worry about it Adela. Nothing will happen to Ro," Jocelyn smiled," Castiel wouldn't let it."
"That's what you hope."
"That's what I know."
"How can you be so confident in the Angels?" The question turned all their attention to Bobby, who sat over by his desk, watching the group quietly.
"Well, Seraphiel has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I trust her with my life—and Castiel, the few times he's taken over Rowans vessel, he's been nothing but trustworthy. As has been Lu…" Jocelyn caught herself, and with a fake cough fit, corrected herself," Well, most the angels anyway. I don't know how, but I've got this... sixth sense... when it comes to angels."
"R—ight," Bobby nodded, eyes narrowing in suspicion, as he thought, 'She's definitely hiding somethin'.'
0o0o0o
By the next morning, Bobby's house was filled with more living people than it had seen in a long time. Rowan had returned- with a person Bobby quickly determined was the blonde's older brother- shortly after sunrise. By the time 11 in the morning rolled around, the last of their group- another hunter showed up- Bobby quickly learned it was Jordan. From his desk, the older hunter could figure out several key things about the group from the other dimension.
1 – They, despite having (almost) no blood connection, they were a family. Tight nit, too.
2 – Jordan and Adela had some sort of past that both tried ignoring.
3 – Jocelyn was the center; the glue that kept them going, that kept them together.
4 – They were the strangest family Hunter unit Bobby had ever laid eyes on.
"Please tell me there's something to hunt—I'm getting bored," Andy complained.
"I'm sure we can find something case related," Jordan nodded, then turned to Bobby," Got any leads? Or a newspaper or computer we can use to search for something?"
"What do I look like- a librarian?"
"Gruff enough to be one," Andy chuckled, earning her a playful glare from Adela- and an amused snort from Jocelyn.
0o0o0o0o
ALTERNATE WORLD
She stood tall, looking over the gully of the mountain as the wind blew around her. The red hair of her vessel seemed to neatly blow away and off to the side, giving her a clear view of the scenary infront of her. Green eyes scanned the distance, looking for any sign of trouble. Despite there being none, the angel found she could not rest.
"You fret—why?" Another voice asked, coming from behind her. His voice was smooth and alluring, causing a calm to wash over her.
"You ask questions that you already know the answers to. Why?" She shot back, a teasing tone in her soft voice.
"Humor me, Seraphiel. I've been locked away for so long, I miss our banter." Looking over her shoulder, past her three-tiered wine-red wings that seemed to droop behind her, the Arch Angel gazed into her brother's eyes.
"Was it just the banter you missed, Lucifer?" He gave a soft chuckle, his eyes twinkling with mischievousness.
"Not entirely. There are other things I have missed," he admitted, as the wind blew parts of his black hair into his face," Toying with the humans, probably near the top of that list."
"Of course it is," Seraphiel sighed, turning her attention back to the mountain gully. A crack of lightning lit up the sky- causing her eyes to narrow.
"Seems brother Raphael wants to play," Lucifer whispered, suddenly right behind Seraphiel. He was close enough to her that she could feel the ice-cold energy his body immitted. "There is, however, one thing that will always be a favorite—one I have missed dearly during my… stay, in the Cage." She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, and the proximity of having him so close caused her wings to slightly flutter.
"If she gave me the chance, I could show her exactly how much I missed her," Lucifer whispered into Seraphiel's ear, his large three-tier white wings began to spread out a bit, shielding them from view.
"Lucifer…" He sensed the torn emotion roll through her—both the desire, and the regret.
"I know, my love. I know. Another time," Lucifer sighed, his brown eyes- almost red-hued- closed as he composed himself. His large wings folded back up behind him as they stood on the mountain ledge together in silence.
"She's just a child. What if something goes wrong?"
"Are we talking the human—or Jophiel?"
"Lucifer. I'm serious."
"As am I." Seraphiel glared over at the fallen Arch Angel, causing him to explain. "Both, in retrospect, are children. Jophiel—the youngest of us—is also the most naïve and compassionate. It's what caused her to be a target to both Raguel and, now- Michael. Then there is the Human—"
"Her name, is Jocelyn."
"Yes. Jocelyn," Lucifer nodded curtly," She is a literal child- so young to the world, carefree, trusting—and has no idea how to wield the power she possesses."
"Exactly! What if something goes wrong!? What if in that other dimension we threw them into—what if Michael finds her! What if Raguel does?! No one will be able to keep her safe! I should have gone with her! I should have told her so much more than I did-!
Seraphiel was cut off by her ranting when Lucifer suddenly kissed her. When they finally broke apart, Lucifer could see the blush coloring the face of Seraphiel's vessel.
"Listen to me, my love. You did all you could for the hu—for Jocelyn. Now, it is up to the other you to keep her alive. No matter the world we are in—you care deeply for Jophiel. That worlds you? Is no different—and she will do all she can to keep our little sister safe. As for the others in the party, I can not speak for the hunters. Our little brother Castiel though, he is a part of that party, no?"
"Yes. After attempting to bring back the Winchester—against Michaels wishes—they banished him, and he found a vessel to keep him safe while he waits."
"Correct me if I am wrong- Castiel and Jophiel were close? Birds of a feather?"
"He was in her garrison for a while, yes," Seraphiel nodded, slowly feeling better about the whole thing.
"So, with him there- hidden, albeit- he can assist other world Seraphiel in keeping Jocelyn safe."
"Yes."
"Then what is there to worry about?"
"So much, Lucifer. So very much," Seraphiel sighed, looking back over the mountains as a streak of lightning lit it up once more," I thought our sister lost to us for the longest time. I thought Raguel had killed her- he all but admitted to it. Then, to suddenly feel a burst of her grace after all this time? In the body of a small toddler, nonetheless? It was like she was calling out to me—to someone—to save her. To help her. If I had not gotten to her when I did—that demon, he would have killed her; killed both of them."
"Seraphiel, snap out of it," Lucifer grimaced," You are the third-born Arch Angel—Gods favorite, aside from yours truly. All the angels both Loved and Respected you—"
"Not all of them—"
"—Or they feared you." Lucifer continued, as if she hadn't interrupted him. "Start acting like the badass you are. In order to defeat Michael and Raphael—we need you to focus. You want to keep the girls safe? You want to bring them home?"
"More than anything."
"Then stop being a whiney human and start acting like an Arch Angel." Her green eyes gazed into Lucifer's red-brown and for the first time in a long while, she felt her power surge. Seraphiel had a purpose once more. She had a reason to fight.
"I will not let any more harm come to you, my sweet Jophiel. I will beat Michael or die taking him down."