Title: Someone Else
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for aired season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 350
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Claire, Jesse; they don't remember much before the kind old man took them by the hands and brought them to their fathers; Claire remembers too bright light and ice, Jesse remembers pitch black darkness and fire.
She's taken to wandering at night, away from the house of sigils and wards and charms. She knows it isn't safe, that demons want her and men could hurt her and angels might turn a blind eye to the traitor's vessel's daughter in danger.
None of that matters, though, because Castiel filled her to the brim and in those moments, she knew things. So many things. Secrets of time and space and Creation's beginning.
In those moments, seeing her father through an angel's eyes, she saw her Father and knew something even Castiel could not yet fathom.
And so she walks at night, knowing that demons want her and men might hurt her and that angels would probably not shift a wing to save her, but there is Someone Else out there, waiting. And so she waits, in turn.
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The waves are awesome and the sand is warm and there are no demons here. Not yet, anyway. He knows they'll come eventually. Something like him can't hide for long, and he should go back, should fight to protect what's important, Mom and Dad and Saturday morning cartoons and the Roberts' yappy dog because those men, those Winchesters and their confused friend, they look at the big picture, and someone should look out for the little guy. For the other Jesses who aren't as powerful.
For now, though, he surfs and swims with dolphins and whales and sharks, far out from the coast, where only him and the sky and sea are, in a place safe because he wills it.
The demons will find him, and the angels want to kill him, and humans don't know who he is or what he can do, but he's felt Someone Else watching him, Someone even stronger than him, and he dives under the surface, waiting.
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And when Someone Else makes His/Her/Creator's move, Claire awakens in a blue room, tinged with ice, and Jesse breathes in fire and thunder, and Someone Else, Painter of the stars and Weaver of the cosmos, says, "Welcome, children. We have so much work to do."