Old Friend, New Friend

Ch 4

Scott, getting the message, took the bag from his shoulders. "I believe I can, Dean." he unzipped his bag and reached inside. Before he could grab anything; his body froze involuntarily as the worst migraine exploded in his head.

The brothers glanced at each other; wondering why Scott froze. Castiel griped his nephews shoulder; he'd never seen this happen to Scott before, but he withdrew his hand quickly as pain invaded his body; he gasped as his nose bled. Now the Winchesters were really worried. Anything that would make Cas gasped in pain has got to hurt, and yet the kid didn't even make a peep.

He was white as a sheet; his nose had started to bleed the same time as Castiel's had. Liquid pooled in his throat and lungs as his organs were ripped and torn apart. He couldn't swallow and he knew that if he didn't do something to rid of it, he would drown in his own blood. Scott forced his tortured body to cough, and had enough mind to apologize to anyone who happened to be in front of him; as his knuckles were ghostly white gripping his back pack in his own pained state.

And as it so happened, as if fait had intended it, Dean Winchester got a face full of blood from the son of the devil. Dean has bent down to eye level with Scott, his eyes that had been the most alive gray Dean had ever seen, were now a dead gray, the pupil had disappeared completely, leaving only the white and a circle of gray. This had freaked Dean more than he ever thought.

Dean had opened his mouth to tell the others, as he blinked Dean got a mouth full of Scott's blood. He jerked back in surprise, stumbling backwards. Before Dean could hit the ground, Sam's hunter reflexes kicked in and he grabbed a hold of Dean from behind. As Dean's back hit Sam's chest, he swallowed involuntarily. Dean thought that his stomach would rebel as Scott's blood slipped smoothly down his throat and settled in his stomach as if it belonged there. Almost instantly all the stress and tiredness drained from his being, leaving him light and energized like the after glow of the best sex ever. He should have worried but was feeling too good to care; better than he had in his whole short 28 years. After standing out of Sam's hold, Dean wiped the blood from his face with his shirt sleeve; he secretly liked his lips from behind his arm. Cas watched him carefully.

Scott, on the other hand, was as far from the afterglow of the best sex ever, as one could ever get. (Though he felt it in the back of his brain when his blood settled in Dean's stomach; a sense of possession and ownership). He had forgotten what pain like this had felt like, for it had been thousands of years; in his years of freedom, he had taken advantage of not having to feel this excruciating pain again; for that he had been a fool.

Once it had started he had almost immediately found the cause; his father, Lucifer.

~~Long ago, God created Man and asked his sons, the angels, to bow down to them, to love them like they did him. All did, but one, and the Angels name was Lucifer. He thought they were inferior hairless apes, full of flaws; not his father's best work. For that god kicked Lucifer out of Heaven and down to the place he loved that was being corrupted by his newest creations.

Lucifer used this to his advantage; god leaving him with all of his powers, not such a good idea. Over the years Lucifer was trying to prove god wrong; that they were flawed and he could not love them like he loved god. So he created Monsters, Spirits, Demons and Ghouls. All these were created from these flawed humans; demons were his best out of all his creations thus far; they were created from all the humans' flaws, gods creations. God watched all of this and yet he did nothing; this angered Lucifer, he was not angry at his father, no, he was angry at himself for failing to make his father see the truth.

Many generations later Lucifer finally made the ultimate creation; his son, Seznno. Don't ask how he created Seznno, but he had full control over his flesh and blood son. Using his 'holy power', fear and pain, he used Seznno to cause genocides and full scale massacres. Still, god did not acknowledge the truth.

Seznno was born like a human; a baby and he grew like one too. But at the very young age of 13, Seznno stopped growing, staying in that child's

form no matter how many years had passed. That was his only flaw; though the humans tended to trust him more, which made it easier to cause destruction with such a surprise.

Seznno did not want to cause any destruction, but he became corrupted. He would do anything to escape the pain that his father caused him when he did not do Lucifer's every biding. Finally, many, many, many year's later god finally stepped in.

He punished Lucifer by sending him to the basement (hell) and locked the doors with many bolts. Seznno was to be killed by god his own grandfather, though the things he did was because of his controlling father. Before that happened though, his uncle Castiel the angel of Thursday and only a few hundred thousand years older than Seznno, stepped up and told god straight out that none of this was Seznno's fault and that he, Castiel would take care of him and 'show him the ways'. God agreed.

And so it went. Seznno became Scott by Castiel, and Castiel had become Cassy-Cas. They had become close and clingy. Scott learned what love was and Cassy-Cas learned emotion and affection. After a few thousands of years, Cas was called back to do heavens duty, and they barely saw each other after that, he also got a new charge that goes by the name of Dean Winchester, and the apocalypse. Scott could not do anything to help unless asked by one of god's warriors.

He hurt so much, but there was really not much he could do as he kept forcing himself to cough up the blood from his lungs. The thing that frightened him more than going through the pain and killing people, was that his father was free and nearby. Was he in that town with all the other demons? Scott couldn't sense his father before, but now he was all too aware and to tell the truth his father frightened him. Castiel would definitely have told him if he knew that Lucifer was around.

The brothers looked at Cas, he must know something. Cas on the other hand, paid them no mind; his eyes focused on Scott; he had to find what was wrong and he had to find out soon or Scott would die, and Castiel would not be able to handle that.

In his mind, Scott could hear the echoing voice of his father's vessel, feel him inside his head. He knew that he had only three options.

A. He could do nothing, and Die here covered in his blood; breaking Cassy-Cas' heart.

B. He could give into his father, and do his bidding once again; breaking his own and Cassy-Cas' in the process.

Or C. He could try to fight his father and be free of him for once and for all; breaking no bodies heart in the process.

Yes, plan C would do just fine.

Forcing his frozen eyes closed, he forced his mind outward; trying to find Lucifer's location. With the last bit of energy he held on reserve, he sent a spear of his force towards his father's own mind. A second passed before it severed the connection between them. He opened his eyes, but could not see anything until his pupils appeared in the center of his now much alive grey eyes.

Dean had seen when Scott closed his eyes, worried the kid was going to die, especially with the way he was forcefully coughing out blood from his lungs. Dean was hovering over Scott's ram rod straight form; the kid was so pale and shacking like a leaf that he sighed in utter relief when his eyes slide open again. That relief almost died when Dean's green hues saw that Scots gray one still looked dead, but not seconds later his pupil sprang in and his eyes looked alive once again.

Scott gave a gurgled grunt as his weak legs gave out, and his bare knee's hit the motels red sodden carpet. Two sets of hands quickly grabbed each of his arms before he fell on his sickly blood covered face, as his eyes rolled into his head and he went slack in their arms; the pack discarded in the puddle of blood.

Sam quickly cleared Dean's bed of all its clutter, and the hunter and angle quickly set the half breed on the bed like the injured kid he was. Dodging the blood puddle, Sam ran out to the trunk of the Impala and grabbed the first aid kit; though it would do little, sense all the damage had been done internally, Sam thought rather sadly.

When Sam came back in he found that they had settled Scott on to the bed. Dean had taken off his button up shirt and was try to get as much of the blood from Scott's pale skin as he could before it could dry. Cas stood at the side lines, watching Dean intently as he tended to Scott like a mother hen; he was already too attached. Castiel had saw Dean swallow Scott blood, and had felt the change immediately, he knew Dean had felt it to; the effects were already starting. He knew Dean had tasted his lips; and later would crave more. This was bad.

Sam handed Dean the kit, who then quickly opened it and took out some wipes. He gently wiped the dried blood from Scott's face and neck. Once done he chucked them a side and grabbed the hem of his soiled shirt and shimmied it over his head revealing his somewhat tan chest and flat stomach. His breathing was shallow but very slowly got smoother as his body healed his torn organs; the extra blood gathered in his bladder, the pressure gradually building.

Without looking up, Dean asked Sam, "Could you get me one of my shirts from my duffle, Sam?"

There was silence than: "Wha?" Sam was still somewhat confused about Dean's careful ministrations to the kid that he had met not even an hour ago.

Dean turned to face his brother, "I said, Sam, could you get me my extra shirts so I can put it on Scotty before he gets cold." Dean turned back to Scott after he stared hard at Sam to get his point across; He ran his fingers through the short black hair. There was movement at the side and he turned to Cas; who was staring at him through narrowed ocean blue eyes. "What?" Dean non to quickly pulled his hand from Scott's raven hair.

"So it begins." Cas stated softly to himself, sounding so human saying those three words.

Sam came back and handed Dean his army green t-shirt. Dean took it and carefully put it on the comatose boy. Scott's color had improved and his breath was evening out as his organs healed themselves. Dean was about to ask Cas if he knew what had just happened, but never got the chance as Scott eye lids slowly opened, without his glasses Dean could see those cloud gray eyes clearly with their blown pupils as they locked with Dean's emerald green hues.

And so it begins.

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