late update... i know D:
but anyways, exams week is over and i can submit whenever i want now ^^
in other news... I'M GONNA TURN 14 NEXT WEEK!
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYY!
i do not own Supernatural or any of its characters; only my OC, Aubrey Milligan.
CASTIEL
Even he could see that the girl was scared out of her wits, but he honestly had no clue why. He knew that they were in a flying vehicle, possibly an "airplane" or a "helicopter". From the pictures Dean had shown him, Castiel ruled out the possibility of them being in an airplane. The space was too small.
So they were in a helicopter. There was a small door in front of him, and it had been opened, letting the wind rush into the vehicle. The draft was fast and heavy and cold. Castiel's hearing became dull, and Aubrey, though obviously panicked, yelled for him to keep swallowing. "It's the air pressure!" she had yelled over the wind.
The angel did as she said, and it felt like a cork was pulled out of his ear. Everything was suddenly so much louder than before. As the girl kept yelling something at the other man who was inside the helicopter with them, Castiel poked his head out of the small door.
Cold wind pushed against his head from his right, but he effortlessly eased them out. He looked down and saw clouds. Behind the clouds, he found a city bustling about its business. Judging by the placement of the sun, Castiel guessed it was high noon.
The fact was partly logical. He remembered that they had found themselves trapped in the grocery mart during dawn. And though it felt like weeks had passed, time really wasn't supposed to be consistent in a Trickster's mind.
He brought himself to think about the Trickster again. When Castiel came into existence, Tricksters still had not roamed the world. They were very rare to come across, and the angel found it odd that one would just suddenly come to the United States.
The Trickster they were dealing with was indeed more powerful than it should have been. Even if it was very old, it shouldn't have been able to create a world as big as the one Castiel and Aubrey had been roaming around in.
So the question came again: What if it wasn't a Trickster?
He turned his gaze to a furious and petrified Aubrey, remembering what she had suggested the day they first encountered the Trickster. "Well… is it possible that the Trickster could be an angel?" That's what she had said.
Every time he thought about it, the very first thought that always came into mind was No. Absolutely not. But when Castiel actually stopped to think about it, there was a possibility. A tiny speck of possibility. Fallen Seraphs, he supposed, would have retained their powers when they fell, unlike Fallen Angels whose powers are largely depleted once they fall to Earth.
Again, there was a possibility.
And there was something Castiel had noticed when he first saw the Trickster as well. Like all creatures, the Trickster would have had a real face, hidden behind the human skin he had decided was his. Castiel should have been able to see his true face, but there was nothing. Something had blocked him from seeing.
Another piece of reasoning was the powerful presence Castiel felt when the Trickster had pushed him away from the universe Sam and Dean were in. He hadn't felt power like that since he was touched by…
Castiel was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Aubrey yelling rather unpleasant things to the man who was still trying to make her jump. "NO!" the girl kept yelling, along with the F-word that Castiel didn't want to say.
Though the angel knew that he would have to coax her into jumping, his heart went out to her. She obviously was afraid of something closely related to falling, if not falling itself. He touched her arm. "We have to," he said, yelling to be heard over the billowing winds.
The girl shook her head vigorously. "No!"
The angel looked at her imploringly, though she just shook her head again, and he turned his gaze towards the man. He supposed he was their mentor. "How high up are we?" Castiel asked.
The man—the angel thought he'd heard him say his name was Dave—looked him over. "12,500 feet," he said, before turning to Aubrey again. "You have to if you want to finish the Race!"
"I don't give a rat's ass about the Race! I'M NOT DYING TODAY!" Though she tried to hide it, Castiel could hear the girl's voice shaking. She looked at him in desperation. "Can't you zap us to the ground?"
The angel shook his head, frowning as he tried. It wasn't the first time he did. "This is still the Trickster's world. I can't." He stared as the girl tried to calm herself down. She took deep breaths, closing her eyes tight and mumbling to herself. Castiel couldn't help but remember the events that unfolded during their time at the "wrestling" world.
He'd never had such intimate moments with a woman before, except for Anna, though even she was an angel and nothing ever happened between them.
Castiel sighed, looking out the door again. "Aubrey—"
"Cas," she said, interrupting him with a glare. "No."
Suddenly, the angel felt the temperature drop, and it wasn't normal even from their altitude.
AUBREY
The Amazing Race. Of all TV shows they could have landed on, it had to have been The Amazing Race.
She didn't even watch the damn show!
And of all the crazy, daring things they had to do to get off the show, they just had to jump out of a plane. The fact that they were going to be wearing parachutes did nothing to appease her panic.
Aubrey had always been afraid of heights. She didn't know why. It was kind of stupid for a very experienced hunter, who wasn't afraid of ghosts or demons or zombies, to be afraid of heights. She didn't know whether she was afraid of heights, or falling.
All she knew that every time she looked down from really high up, her stomach would twist and her hands would start sweating like crazy.
Now, life was asking her to jump out of an airplane with only a parachute bag to keep her from hitting the ground with a splat. When was she going to get a break?
Their instructor, David, snatched up what Aubrey presumed to be parachute bags from the floor of the still-moving plane and held one out to her. She shook her head, shoving it away. "I'm not jumping," she told David yet again.
"Take it."
Aubrey looked at the angel over her shoulder with a glare. "Cas, I'm not—" Then she stopped herself. Because he was giving her what Dean had called the look. Dean had also said that the angel only used that look if he was deadly serious.
As much as she didn't want to, Aubrey took the parachute bag from David, waiting for the angel to give her a reasonable explanation. But, of course, before that could happen, someone grabbed her from behind and dragged her towards the open hangar door.
Something clicked behind her, and Aubrey felt something cold digging into the small of her back. She felt for it and found her belt strapped onto David's. He dragged her to the door. It was kind of impossible to fight because his entire body was strapped to hers, and he was much bigger than she was.
Nevertheless, Aubrey kicked and punched at him, even scoring a scratch at his eye. But when she heard the man behind her growl, she knew that David wasn't David.
Aubrey looked over her shoulder and saw David's face only inches from hers, but his eyes were pitch black. "Demon," she muttered, at first to herself. But then she remembered her guardian angel. "Cas! Demon!"
There was scuffling behind her and Aubrey could only hope that it was Castiel trying to grab a parachute bag for himself; because as far as she knew, they were being forced to jump out of an airplane with demons as their guides. Splendid.
All of a sudden, the man strapped onto her back fell backwards, and so did she, but her fall was cushioned by the able-bodied demon-David behind her. Aubrey looked up and found the angel Castiel standing over them, his hands clenched. She reached behind her and found the strap keeping her leashed to demon-David. Her fingers fiddled for a second with the clasp, but as soon as she found it, she held fast and pressed.
Aubrey quickly tumbled to the side as Cas surged forward, immediately placing his hand on demon-David's forehead. The demon thrashed beneath the angel, but Cas muttered the exorcism so quick that the thing barely had time to land a punch before it was banished from now-normal David's body.
Black smoke engulfed the entire inside of the helicopter, but as soon as it was gone and the plane lunged sideways, threatening to spill the two hunters out of the hangar door, Aubrey knew that the pilot was possessed as well.
She slipped to the ground and fumbled for a handhold, at the same time pointing her finger furiously at the cockpit. "The pilot!"
The angel seemed to have trouble moving around as well. He held on tight at the handles by the sides of the plane and slowly made his way towards the cockpit. The copter was still tilted sideways, and everything else in the small space fell out the hangar door: water bottles, duffel bags, a pair of headphones.
Four parachute bags had already threatened to fall out. Aubrey was barely able to catch two. She stopped one by stretching her leg out, stopping its fall. She stopped the other using the same method, though she had basically karate-kicked it to the other side of the cabin, where the strap caught on the handle of the bench.
Aubrey could have said that she meant for it to happen, but truthfully, it was sheer dumb luck.
When the copter finally levelled out, Aubrey's heart pounded against her chest and her breathing was heavy. She dropped the bags to the floor, letting her arms hang limp at her sides. Eventually, the angel made his way out of the cockpit. His lips were moving, and Aubrey took a large gulp of saliva. Her ears popped, and she could hear again.
"Say that again?" she told Castiel.
"The pilot's dead," he shouted over the wind. "And before I exorcised him the demon said that we were way off course."
Aubrey took a deep breath, clutching the bags to her chest as she pulled herself up and looked out the hangar door. Bile rose up instantly and she looked away, turning her gaze instead to the angel. "We still have to jump, don't we?" He nodded, and though she was still shaking, Aubrey threw him a parachute bag. "You know how to use one of those?"
"No."
"Good. Me neither."
They helped each other figure out which locks and clasps went where and once they were done, all of Aubrey's previous adrenaline had already died down, leaving her scared witless once again. Her heart rate sped up again as she forced herself to look out the hangar door.
This time, she held her ground, though her hands went white by gripping the sidebars so tightly. "Hey, Cas?" She waited for the familiar heated sensation that was there every time he looked at her. "Have you ever jumped from this high before?"
"Higher," the angel replied.
"Right, sorry." Aubrey smiled sheepishly at him. "You know what to do, then? Once we jump, I mean."
"I think so."
"I suppose that's the best we can get." Aubrey sighed, and looked at the angel literally over her shoulder. "You ready?" She supposed that she should have been asking herself that question, but she didn't want to look stupid in front of a messenger of God.
Cas fiddled with the straps tied around his abdomen with a concerned look on his face. He didn't answer, and some part of Aubrey expected as much.
So, sucking in her gut and praying to God—or gods—she let go of the bar handles and let herself fall.
Aubrey had had her fair share of dreams where you felt like you were falling. And even though the feeling only lasted a second, she would always wake up with a loud yelp.
That feeling, compared with jumping out of a helicopter approximately 12,000 feet above the ground, was nothing; a drop of rain in a vast ocean of saltwater.
Aubrey had started yelling as soon as she felt her body leaving the cramped space of the copter. But, to her surprise, the yells eventually died down, replaced by vigorous, adrenaline-filled laughter.
The first few seconds were very frightening, for Aubrey more than for the angel who had apparently fell from higher places. Her stomach clenched as soon as the wind rose up to her face, blowing her hair backwards. She didn't have a helmet, though something told her that it would have felt more reassuring if she wore one.
Without the ground touching her feet, it was a whole new experience for her. Falling from such a high spot was definitely much better than falling from only a few feet up the ground. But 12,000 feet sort of gave you enough time to get used to it.
Aubrey couldn't hear anything, but she was positive that she was laughing.
It didn't feel like she was falling. Nothing passed by her, only the clouds, and they were large enough to grant Aubrey the image that she had passed by them in a slow rate. Aubrey took a moment to look over her shoulder. Castiel had his eyes closed, a slight smile on his face, and his arms spread.
To Aubrey, he looked like a bird that couldn't fly and was happy about it.
Breathing was surprisingly easy, but the wind was cold enough to give Aubrey's sinuses a shock. A kind of quiet feeling passed over her, and for God knows how long, she couldn't feel anything else but the wind pushing against her cheeks.
She might have yelled something along the lines of "son of a bitch" out of pure bliss, but it was quickly lost in the wind.
Eventually, though, the unbelievably thick clouds part below them, and to Aubrey's horror, instead of finding plain green fields of grass, or a huge walkway of soft, cushioned asphalt, a vast ocean of clear blue water was positioned beneath them. Aubrey looked left and right, though no sign of land stood for thousands of miles.
All of a sudden, the water seemed to start rushing up to them quicker. Aubrey could imagine a face in the waves, smiling, eagerly waiting to eat them up.
Thankfully, they had parachutes.
"Cas!" Aubrey yelled, as loud as she could to be overheard over the roaring of the wind. "Your parachute!" The angel opened his eyes and for a moment looked confused, but then he looked down and seemed to see the problem.
"Pull it!" Aubrey made a pulling gesture with one hand, the other fumbling for the pilot chute flapping wildly by her ear. Her fingers groped for a second, but as soon as she felt the strap she held fast.
The angel, on the other hand, didn't seem to understand just what kind of situation they were in. "Pull what?" he yelled back.
Unexpectedly, something large and black flew past just inches from Aubrey's face. As soon as it was far enough away, Aubrey saw black wings beating furiously against the wind current. She scowled and turned her attention back to the always too calm angel beside her.
She pointed at the pilot chute she held between her fingers. "This! Pull it!" He stared deeply at Aubrey's hands for a moment before catching his own pilot chute perfectly in his two fingers and showing it to her. Aubrey smiled. "Yeah, that! Pull it!"
Then she looked down and found the water only hundreds of meters away. She didn't know how, but somehow, she knew that that was bad. "CAS! PULL IT NOW!"
Aubrey heard the sound of a parachute opening up, but she didn't hear the wind catch. She didn't have time to look back. She pulled on her pilot chute and felt the bag strapped on her bag lighten up.
But her descent didn't slow. Within seconds, thousands of meters turned into two-hundred. Aubrey had just enough time to straighten up, make her feet face the water, and tuck her hands tightly against her chest before she hit the water.
so here's my theory on Cas developing feelings:
Castiel has been spending more time with humans than before, right? Theory is, he might be developing human feelings because of that. He might even have fallen in love with Anna before, but now that he's been spending so much time around humans, he could already be half-human. (maybe part of him already believes that God is gone.)
but who am i, an insignificant fan, to know for sure? it's all in the brilliant mind of Eric Kripke. ^^
