Title: where the wind's like a whetted knife
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: slight AU in season 5; not crack
Pairings: past-Jimmy/Amelia
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 510
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, so a demon, an angel and a human walk into a bar-
She's sitting on a stool and staring at a bottle of water. Gaila's dancing with some pretty man, and Barb is flirting with one of the waitresses. And she's sitting on a stool, staring at a bottle of water.
Claire's at home, reading the Bible, trying to understand. Amelia knows there is nothing to understand—it's like trying to understand a hurricane. Not the air current or the warm water, but the strength behind it, the determination. And there are some things that humans just weren't meant to know.
Amelia understands that. Claire doesn't, not yet.
The song ends and Gaila drags her pretty man over, says his name is Gabe. He smirks at Amelia when Gaila turns to the bartender and orders something fruity. Gaila tells Amelia to look after Gabe, stretches on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, and slinks through the crowd to get to the restroom.
"Castiel," Gabe purrs, leaning in so close that Amelia can smell his aftershave.
No, not his aftershave, she realizes with the part of her mind that isn't suddenly terrified or reeling in shock. It's the clear scent that Castiel cloaked Jimmy in. The air after lightning strikes, the first grass that sprouts in volcano ash… angel, her soul whispers, angel, angel, get out of there, run.
Gabe's fingers are gentle on her wrist. "What has my baby brother been up to?" he asks softly, and something shadowy moves on his shoulders. "I shouldn't be able to see you, he's too clever for that." His eyes, green and so dark, study her like she's nothing but a school experiment. "Ah," he murmurs. "Good for you, kiddo. Anyone else, and they couldn't see you."
He drops her hand and steps back as Gaila returns, and Amelia wants to say something, anything, in warning, but… Gaila wouldn't believe her. Nobody would believe her, just like she didn't believe Jimmy.
Gaila sips her drink then leads Gabe back to the dance floor. Amelia closes her eyes and breathes.
"Angels," the woman next to her mutters. "Hate 'em." Amelia looks at her, closely, and the woman meets her eyes for a moment before turning away.
Of course. A demon. Not as powerful as the ones who grabbed her and Claire, but still a demon. Part of her soul recoils, the part Castiel touched. And part of her, the mother in her, wants to rip the demon to shreds.
"Don't worry," the demon mutters, "I'm not here for you. Not like I could touch you, anyway. Just taking a vacation before—" She growls. "Goddamned Winchesters, opening that fucking cage. Hate them, too."
Just like understanding a hurricane, when you're outside your house at the mercy of howling wind and stinging rain. When a tornado roars, and a volcano erupts, and the very ground beneath your feet opens wide to swallow you down. Some things, a human just can't comprehend.
The demon finishes her drink, slightly inclines her head to Amelia, and saunters through the crowd. Amelia wants to hold her daughter, and wishes she still prayed.