Tenshi no Onchou

Grace of (an) Angel

Warnings!

Rated for Language and Violence, death of innocents and people who have no relation to this story, mentions of Demonic violence, blood, broken bones

Both this chapter and next few chapters

Hurt/limp! Angeled!Dean and Hurt/limp!Angeled!Sammy, Awesome/understanding/Freaked out/hurt/ hopeful/Daddy John! And worried/worried / slightly freaked out!Bobby

Please note that this is a completely AU fan Fiction. Mainly focusing on !Teen!chesters! for most of the story.

Japanese; Tenshi no Onchou, please, this was done on Google translator, please correct it if it's wrong...

Please note that this is an AU Fiction, to a certain point. Something's, such as Mary's death will still happen. However, some of the characters, such as John's attitude, will be slightly different, i.e. more understanding, he will take care of Sammy and Dean more efficiently, as this is not an abuse fic, (and Gabe had a small part with stuffs) and not as hell bent on hunting,

If you don't like that, don't read it!

Teaching lessons to inhuman Archangels, if you don't like the way supernatural portrays the Archangels, I advise you to click the back button... please don't flame me with religious stuffs, as this is a fan fiction and I will take it off if I get too many people saying shit, so why ruin it for others?

Having said that, please if you find any spelling errors, grammar or it just doesn't flow properly with the story, Pleases, tell me! I will fix it!

Characters: Dean; 16, Sam; 12, John, Bobby, Castiel/Cas, Gabe/Gabriel and snippets of Michael and Lucifer (well more or less).


Full summary

When a Demon Hunt goes wrong; the outcome is two 'Angeled up' Winchester brothers that John has the delight of dealing with. Only the small family has no idea what they are up against... will Sam and Dean learn to control their new abilities or will they fall victim to the Demons that now hunt them?


Chapter One


John swore a long string of cuss words as the hunter ducked and weaved under another moss-covered tree branch which hung about neck height. He then swiftly jumped over the moss covered fallen logs and elevated roots that resided on the forest floor and ducked under the branches elevated in the air from the ancient trees.

The Hunter thought it was an ordinary hunt in the state of South Dakota; Bobby had given him the news of a demon or two a few towns over. In all honesty, the Winchesters owed that man a lot, so John took the hunt. What had the hunting community in a pickle was the possession rate of innocent people, which had tripled in the last eighteen years or so, John was doing the world a favour by taking out the trash.

But John Winchester should have known it was nothing but a great big trap; filled with a sulphuric Demon stench all over it. It started out like a normal Demon hunt, working out who had gone missing recently, suicides, sulphur traces, killings or acting strangely, but that was before there was the long series of 'unusual' murders. Usually demons would go after whomever or killing more than one person at a time, like a mass 'suicide' or a 'terrorist' attack; just to cause death and destruction in a town and then move on. But sets of bloody and violent deaths of women started to show up all over town without rhyme or reason. The victims were all female, all in their late twenties to mid thirties, all with blond hair and medium to skinny build. All of them were married or engaged.

That should have been the first clue to get the fuck out of that damn town and call for back up. But John didn't and that mistake might have cost his boys their lives. Dean and Sammy had been hidden within a heavily warded motel room for most of the hunt, located just outside of town. John didn't want them to get involved with a dangerous and ghastly hunt like this. In fact, John wanted to leave them at Bobby's, but the two brothers insisted to come along; to keep him safe. His little Dean and Sammy wanted to help with the research for the hunt and just be there for their Daddy when he came home.

It scared John to see how close those two were, the hunter could have sworn he saw something flash between the two of them. Something between the two that always seemed to seemingly materialize during the possibility of the small family being separated somehow. It was like they could read each other's minds or sense the other's thoughts. Which John had gotten then checked out by numerous psychics; all had turned up with no evidence of telepathic or other psychic abilities. In fact, they were too clean, the psychics couldn't sense anything and yet it happed almost all the time.

During the hunt, John was investigating yet another murder and possible lead before his brick-sized mobile phone had rang in the autopsy room. There was the frantic voice of little Sammy which echoed from the other line, then a fire of a gun and the smash of glass before the phone dial sounded, signalling that it had been cut off. John was barely able to get a word during the seven second long phone call. It took the Hunter all of ten minutes to get back to the motel room, breaking several speed laws and no doubt giving a few locals a scare. Needless to say, neither of his baby boys resided in the motel room. The window was completely shattered, most likely by a brick or a rock, the door opened by force, each resulting in a break in the salt line. There was no way Sam or Dean would have been stupid enough to break it.

Granted, it wasn't the first time either of his boys had been kidnapped, but it was the first time they had been kidnapped together and by blood thirsty, soulless demonic creatures. That was what worried John the most. Of course the victims were just bait; all of them had fitted Mary's description, each one laying in a puddle of their own blood with limbs twisted at an angle that should have been impossible for the human body and each with their dead, glassy, eyes gazing sightlessly at the sky or ceiling. It chilled John to the bone when he saw each one.

It was by pure chance that Dean's second mobile hadn't been found or destroyed. He had gotten a second phone one after the Wendigo the family hunted a few weeks ago. After the first phone had been crushed beyond repair, Dean had decided to keep a second, hidden, phone on him at all times. With phones being so big, hiding it was a problem, the only way was to create another pocket inside of Dean's jeans, just below the knee. The first phone would be in his pocket and serve as a distraction, to whom or whatever kidnapped him. The assailant would most likely assume it was the only communication device on the sixteen year old... while the other lay expertly hidden. This second phone was not only for communication but could be tracked by either John or Sam with GPS.

John had traced his son's GPS signal to a dense forest of pine and oak trees; about thirty five miles out from the city. The last leg of the journey had been harsh... even by John's standards. The forest was old, ancient even; that meant old fallen limbs, and slippery moss covered rocks along with rotting wood with who knows what type of nasties. Wounds could go septic out here, fast; hopefully neither Dean nor Sam would be within the forest long enough for infection to spread.

John had finally followed the signal three miles into the ancient forest before the hunter came to a rather large clearing. It was night time (the exact time was unknown as John had not noted it after panic settled in) and the clearing was, at a first glance, empty. The only life was an ancient Oak tree... no, two Oak trees entwined around each other, living for the other. Even in the dark, John could see the trees were thriving in the old forest. Just looking at the old tree in the moon illuminated clearing had almost instantly soothed John's panic. He could think more clearly now as if all the panic just washed away for a second. But the peaceful feeling didn't diminish the urge to find and save his sons.

The tranquillity was short lived as the hunter picked up the sound of a large body moving behind him, stepping softly on the fallen leaves. The creature had been waiting, like a male Lion waiting for a hunt to finish; they knew he was coming...

It was only thanks to his hunter instincts, that John had noticed the sound and movement behind him in the forest. This enabled him to take action to quickly immobilize the creature. As the figure lunged for John, the hunter grabbed the extended arm and used the 'humans' uncoordinated weight against the assailant's own body. The human figure was on the ground in less than five seconds.

"Christo." John snarled.

The human meat suit's eyes flashed black and the demon flinched away, hissing furiously as it did so. John pulled the sliver flask of Holy Water out of his pocket and splashed the blessed liquid onto the chest of the demon. Strange... how was a demon this weak able to get past the wards?

"Where are Sam and Dean? Where are my sons?" John demanded.

The demon just laughed, long and loud, totally ignoring John's question. Apparently listening to an experienced hunter demand to know where his only remaining family was being kept was the funniest joke in the world. This demon wasn't going to give him answers. It was just a lesser demon, a grunt.

"You bastard!"The hunter snarled, "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus... omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae. Perditionis venenum propinare."

John watched as the demon withered in pain from the Holy Water and the Exorcism. It only took a few seconds after the ritual when a large plume of black smoke exited from the host's mouth before it was seemingly sucked into the ground. The host's body lay unmoving on the fallen foliage; dead, lifeless.

The Hunter got off from the damp, leaf covered ground and tensed when a sudden laugh echoed around the clearing, originating from behind the ancient Oak tree. The laugh was high pitched, sarcastic and defiantly female. A demon no doubt; which meant that the lesser demon had been a distraction... fucking hell spawn.

John immediately pulled out his sawed off shot gun, which of course was filled with salt rounds, and his other flask of Holy Water to face the new demon. The hunter had about thirty salt rounds, five flasks of Holy Water, two silver machetes and two pistols with a few silver and iron rounds. Hardly an effective arsenal; but John had to pack light to travel through the forest. His only agenda was to get Dean and Sam out and kill anything that got in his way.

The hunter aimed the gun at the new demon with expert precision; the demon didn't get another chance to move closer. The host was pretty, if the body hadn't been possessed for so long. There were signs of damage to the demon's stolen body; signs that his boys had put up a hell of a fight. The hunter felt a swell of pride at the thought of his boys not going along with these monsters without a struggle. However, the hunter's thoughts were cut shot when the demon spoke.

"Well, well, well, Daddy Winchester did come to rescue his little boys," the Demon taunted, eyes flickering to black.

If looks could kill, the demon-spawn could have been dead a hundred times over; but all the soulless creature did was giving the Hunter a sarcastic smile. John could feel his blood boil with anger. How dare this fucking hell-bitch patronize him? How dare this hell-spawn take his only remaining family!

"Where are they?" John demanded again, his voice growing louder.

The demon smiled sarcastically, It's black eyes flickering, and turned to face the dark forest on the other side of the Ancient Oak.

Seconds later John was able to make out the two figures he knew so well being dragged along the foliage covered ground by, what had to be a, lesser grade demon. The next thing John noticed was that Sam and Dean were bleeding. Red blood shone in the full moon as the two boys were dragged along the leave covered ground. John could feel his blood boil with rage; how dare these monsters hurt his family! He gave a low growl at the demons as the denizen of hell dragged his sons closer.

Dean's right arm was bent at an impossible angle; John could feel his stomach churn at the sight of his son's bone almost emerging from the skin. The arm just brushed limply against the earth as his two boys were dragged along unceremoniously. His face was covered in burses; indicating that Dean was slammed into something hard, like a wall or a tree, by a great force.

Sam, who wasn't in any sort of different condition than his older brother, had a deep cut on his left check, causing the boy's red blood to stream down his face before residing onto the collar of his hooded jacket. Both of his boys had visible bruises on their necks and temples, indicating that they had been strangled and knocked out. It was just in injuries that John could see only with the almost full moon to illuminate the ancient forest. There had to be some internal injuries along with the external ones; that's if the blood dripping from Sammy's mouth was anything to go by.

"DEAN! SAM!" John yelled.

Neither of the boys stirred, either they were unconscious or too out of it to register their father's voice. Not a good sign; they needed a hospital, fast! With the rate they where losing blood, they might not last much longer.

"You honestly thought you could get away with leading us to this place without getting some sort of punishment?" the demon girl asked.

What was this, some sort of trick? What in Hell's name was this demon on about?

"Lead you? What are you talking about? I followed you here, demon," John snarled.

"You lie! You think we will believe that? Nice try," the demon taunted, "and if you want to keep your boys alive, you will not lie,"

"I'm lying? That's rich coming from you, hell-spawn," John hissed.

John could see the demon's eyes flicker to endless black in anger.

"Why did you lead us here? To this place?" the demon asked again, getting angrier.

What was wrong with 'this place', John wondered. If anything the clearing made the hunter feel better, calmer. Perhaps that's why the demons didn't like it. The hunter took a deep breath and looked the devil spawn directly into It's endless black eyes.

"I did not lead you here." John said calmly and slowly.

He needed to get the demon angry; he had learnt that the angrier you made lesser demons the more likely they are to screw up. Anger was their greatest strength and weakness. If a tree was freaking the demon out, then the damned Hell-spawn must not be as powerful as John first thought. But that still didn't answer how the creatures got past the wards.

"Liar! I can fell this forest is something pure, ancient. It's like a poison to us," the demon started yelling, but then quietened to a low hiss before jumping away from the old Oak tree as it simply swayed in the soft wind.

John would have laughed, but the situation was too serious. The tree was a 'poison to demons'. Hell, the small, old, forest was draining the demons? Was that the demon was so weak a forest could take it down? Or perhaps the forest knocked the demonic power level down? The forest did look almost prehistoric, as if it had been left undisturbed for thousands of years... Hoodoo perhaps? Or a curse... not like it mattered. It was his advantage; the spooky forest could be burned or whatever later.

The demon was about to talk again, probably to accuse the Hunter of something he didn't do... or to bitch about the forest.

But this time, John raised his gun and shot the demon that had been hovering over his sons. The demon fell to the ground screaming in pain as it tried to claw the salt from the bullets out of It's host's skin. It wouldn't last long, so John had to do this quick. The hunter swiftly reloaded his gun at the thought.

The girl demon looked at the fallen comrade in slight shock, which only lasted for a second before the hell-spawn snapped into action. She charged at John, who raised his shot gun in response. He fired at the demon girl, who also fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

The hunter unscrewed the cap on his flask and tipped the Holy Water on the demon. The wounds hissed and smoked as she thrashed around, screaming in pain and clenching the host's small hands into fists as John continued tipping the blessed water over the body. The hunter was just about to start the Exorcism, when...

"Stop, Hunter," a deep male voice growled.

Shit. It was a fourth demon. Only this one had Dean and Sam in each hand holding up his boys by the back of their necks, so they faced John in some kind of sick taunt; which it probably was. Both the boys were out cold, either from pain or blood loss, but it didn't surprise John one bit. He was glad they didn't have to see or remember something like this.

"Let her go... and I will give you your children," the demon proposed, his black eyes flickering slightly as he hesitated slightly with the 'bargain'.

Demons lie. That was Rule number one. Never ever trust a demon; rule number two. Rule number three; see rule numbers one and two.

John tipped a little more of the Holy Water on the demon girl who screamed in pain at John's feet, just to make his own point. The other demon that held his sons like they were some sort of sacrificial chickens, narrowed his host's eyes, before flickering to black once more.

"You expect me to believe that?" John growled.

"Never or less, you will let her go," the demon said with confidence.

John was about to retort when the demon lifted his twelve and sixteen year old sons and pushed them up against the Oak tree which shook violently from the almost super-powered impact. One of the boys, Dean maybe, groaned in pain at the collision. John stepped over the screaming body of the demon girl and ran towards the Oak tree to free his boys.

"YOU SON OF A-" John yelled as he ran but the sentence was left unfinished.

The hunter didn't quite make it to his sons...

For about five seconds after his boys had been pushed against the oak, nothing happened, hence John running forward and yelling at the deranged demon. Then, all of a sudden, the demon started screaming bloody murder causing the hunter to grind to a halt. The denizen of Hell let go of Dean and Sam who slid against the tree trunk before they slumped to the base against the Oak's roots. The Hell-spawn then turned to run away; which failed as the body toppled over crashing to the ground as if it was stuck down. The demon flailed backwards, clawing at the fallen leaves in an almost comical attempt to get away.

At first, John was confused at what the demon was running from, but it was then the hunter noticed the tree. The ancient Oak had started to glow as bright as the rising sun reflecting off a thousand mirrors. It started from the place, where Sam and Dean had been pushed against; the place where two trunks entwined around the other. The radiant, bluish-white glow then reached upward to the wooden branches which separated into the smaller ones and merged with the thin, glowing green leaves. The leaves themselves where just as radiant, each leaf seemed to glow outwards individually with a soft green from the chlorophyll pigment. It was like the massive Oak was trying desperately to communicate with the outside world; like it was looking for something.

The hunter barely registered the three demons running into the dense forest; away from the glowing Oak as if it was some sort of powerful demonic weapon. Which, as John thought of the events which had taken place; the tree might have been just that. However the hunter was in no mood to dwell on the thought. John just stood with his feet positioned evenly apart as the soft-blue glow suddenly intensified; as if it had finally found the very something it was looking for. It was then the hunter noticed what had suddenly taken the 'glow's' attention...

It was Dean and Sam; the light had suddenly seemed to be totally fixated on his two baby boys.

Dean and Sam where still out cold, slumped against the hard, glowing wood of the radiant Oak tree. The light seemed to zone-in on the two hunters-in-training. Large vectors, almost like hands of light, emerged from the tree trunk and reached out to Dean and Sam. Along with it was a noise. John calls it a noise because there was no other way to describe it. The noise which seemed to make his very ears bleed and brain suddenly scramble. The hunter clamped his hands over his ears; but continued to watch the vectors. When the two vectors finally came into contact with Dean and Sam it pulled back suddenly as if struck, before receding swiftly back into the Oak tree.

It took a second for the John's brain to finally process that the glowing had stopped. The Oak tree was back to normal, just like that. The dark wooden trunk that gleamed softly with a light coat of dew in the moonlight, the green leaves rustling in the soft wind. Everything was suddenly peaceful and the hunter let out a sigh of relief. John took a small hesitant step forward towards Dean and Sammy, before...

A second wave of light emerged and took John completely by surprise. Only this time there was no soft and beautiful light which illumined the clearing and the ancient forest. This time the entwining trunks split open at the very joints and intense light that seemed to flood the entire forest.

"DEAN... SAMMY!" John yelled out into the light.

He received no answer. John wasn't sure if Dean and Sam's unconscious state was a good thing or not. The light become so intense that John not only closed his eyes but took several steps backwards until he felt his back pressed up against a tree that surrounded the clearing. There was noise that had come back with the white-blue Light. The undesirable, ear piercing, Noise which shook John to his very soul and turned his brain into a wobble of Jelly. The Light came through with a vengeance, the hunter's eyes felt as if they were looking into a thousand suns at once and his ears felt as if they were about to bleed from the noise.

The last thing John thought he saw was the light form into two pairs of bright wings fully extended with magnificent grace. But he had to be dreaming that because the world was already dark...


Wells, that's a wrap! Hope you liked the second instalment... the plot will be slightly slow with the next few chapters, just John trying to sort out everything that has happened in the last few hours... anyway, thought I would update cause I had a day off from school and I just wanted to put off mu study work... I should really start that...

The next chapter will be up... Soonish... about a week or two... or so... it will proberly be shorter... sorry about that, this one was a long chapter...

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