I'm starting story number three. This is Dean and Castiel, eventually. AU where Cas is a human. NOT MPREG. I'm borrowing the basis for this universe from the authoress Muffy the Dough Slayer /u/2534773/. Her original story is titled Green Eyes.
Mine's an original story line, and somewhat different from the Green Eyes Universe. Enjoy!
Castiel is a good boy. He lives with his family; every single member has blue eyes. The Novak blood line always has, since the first recorded couple. His family is favoured by Her. God. The creator. Especially Castiel's eldest brother, Michael. He is the only living man with specks of white in his iris. Only two others have ever been so connected to Her. Because of this Michael speaks in Her favor. He stands as a figure for the church. Castiel never saw Michael anymore, unless he attended Sunday Mass. All of his blessed older brothers were almost unreachable. He, though born with blue eyes as well, does not possess as many gifts that they do. Though the ones he has, he is skilled with.
The young Novak mostly treasures his ability to transport, or flash, himself. The freedom it gave him was something he came to rely on. He remembered in his youth before his abilities developed. He would watch his brothers and sisters flit about. They would heal people. Console them. Singing their praises to God above. Castiel was never good at singing, considering how his voice is so low and gruff. Castiel remembered the first time he felt jealousy. You could describe Castiel as a late bloomer, he developed into his abilities at a later age than all the other Novak family members. He couldn't heal people so well either. The first time he did was at the age of 23. It was a skinned knee. The young, deep brown eyed, girl had trusted him. Believed in the blue eyed Castiel, and he remembered the exact moment he knew what to do. Having her belief stirred a kind of strength in him. This person, as Castiel later learned, was entrusting a part of herself to him. This is what allowed him to heal her knee. Gabriel described it as, she opened access to her soul, so his grace could heal her. Grace, that's what the church called it. The embodiment of the Blue Eye abilities.
The gospel goes that souls deemed worthy of Her attention would receive Her grace. Born unto them as a gift of purity. Castiel had heard of the less fortunate. Those whose souls were branded by Him in Hell. These poor people never wandered the Holy City. He didn't know much about the unfortunate ones. The Green Eyed people. They live on the other continent. Castiel's heart went out to them. The essence of their being is tainted, and impure. Granted, he's never met one. But during High School he'd read a few books, and the history class brushed the topic. He had a general idea of how they developed abilities. Almost like himself, but in an unholy way. Evil in nature. The other continent seemed like this intimidating foreign world to the naive Castiel.
He could go, sure. It's not illegal to travel to the Emerald Continent. The Normals do it all the time. Gabriel ventured across the ocean a few times as well. It was a messy event though. He came back changed somehow. He was just different, and it was difficult for Castiel to pinpoint it. He was more, rebellious. He remembered how he'd feared for Gabriel's soul. Concerned that Gabe may have been tainted from the Emerald Continent. But his eyes were as sky blue as always, despite his experiences.
Being the obedient little brother, Castiel never really ventured out of the capital, Holy City. One day, his life's plan changed course though. And the safe isolated life he'd lead, was no longer. All because his sister Anna was so different. Special even. She is the only known person with both Blue and Green Eyes. 'Everyone seems to be afraid of her.' Castiel observed. Today at 29 years of age he is ordered to "Retrieve her by any means necessary." 29 years he has lived on the Sacred Continent. Now he has to strike and venture into the unkown.
It was a bad situation to be put in. She had fled to the Emerald Continent over a year ago, and now he had to bring her back. This wasn't a good assignment for him. He reflected on his memories of her. How she had been raised under Michael's careful gaze. 'She had confided in me.' He remembered. She was confused and scared of herself. There would be spontaneous fires that would manifest around her. And whenever she was stressed the world would seem to turn black. She spoke of a heat that was inside of her, and drove her to do violent things.
They were both worried about the Green in her eyes, and how it was affecting her. She needed better control. Trying to help, he informed Raphael of her troubles. It wasn't long before the church came for her. Castiel recalled how she reacted. As her two brothers moved in, her complex eyes met with his own. She looked so.. hurt. Betrayed, even. An instant later she flashed away. That was a year ago. Nobody expected her to run the way she did. His memories swirled around his mind as he was being ordered to find her, his face remained stoic. Something that he learned to do at a young age.
There was a finality in Michael's voice as he commanded Castiel, and it worried the younger man. He would do as he must. Even if he feared for Anna. For this mission he wasn't going alone. Uriel was coming as well. Which was good, considering Castiel feared he wasn't resolved enough on his own. He prayed to Heaven above for guidance. God had never responded to his prayers before, so he didn't really expect some sort of divine intervention now.
Castiel attended the early morning Mass to re-align his priorities before he met with Uriel. It was possible that Raphael had read his mind, and addressed his most recent questions during the sermon. "Yes," He'd reassured the gathering, "She is listening to your prayers. And yes She loves each of you as her children. Have faith, and everything will happen according to Her divine plan."
Gabriel had been at the church that morning. His gaze was out the window. Since he'd returned to the Holy City it's almost as though he doesn't believe anymore. It was intimidating. First Gabriel, now Anna. It's almost as though Hell's touch was creeping into Castiel's life. Sending up one more prayer at the end of the sermon, he then flashed out of the church to meet with Uriel.
Uriel smiled as Castiel appeared. He was in one of his nicer black suits. In contrast Castiel looked a hot mess. He seemed tired, and overworked. An ever-present 5 o'clock shadow dusted his features. He had dawned the first suit he could grab that morning and wore his old reliable blue tie... backwards. Just as he started to put on his trenchcoat in silence, Uriel noticed the strained look on Castiel's face.
"Tell me, what bothers you?"
"..." Castiel didn't feel like explaining.
"Castiel, please. Are you concerned about our orders?" Uriel probed. It was a common courtesy not to read the thoughts of another without permission, but Uriel was tempted.
"Do you think she will resist us?" His voice came out even and steady.
"It would be foolish of her to do." Uriel sighed lightly. They were all related, in some fashion. He's known her as long as Castiel has.
Castiel looked down. He felt.. an emotion. Something he didn't know. Didn't want to feel. He hesitated and Uriel noticed it.
"Come we must go to the airport. There is a flight for us." At the direction Castiel nodded. He had his ID, Passport, money and trenchcoat. Uriel carried the isolating handcuffs. Which was fine seeing as how he never enjoyed being around the item. Neither man assumed to bring anything else. Finding Anna should be a simple task.
Castiel remembers her clearly. He remembers her soul. What makes her who she is. Once they are close enough he and Uriel could focus on her essence and will be able to flash over to her. Castiel desperately wanted her to be okay. He wished for her safety. Most of all he wished she wasn't changed. Fear for her welled inside of him. The fact that Uriel and Castiel were retrieving her at all was bad enough.
They both appeared in the airport lobby. Even though they could have easily flashed past security, it would cause the Normals to fret so the two refrained. As they landed people cleared away. Not from fear, but respect. The Blue Eyed ones were of the church. They were an extension of Her grace. Normals showed reverence and respect for that. Standing tall and confident Castiel approached the counter and collected the two one way tickets. The female attendant had light brown eyes and a dopey smile. This kind of attention was common. Castiel had never reciprocated any sort of flirting before. Without a smile he walked away from the woman, tickets in hand.
He'd fallen in step behind his brothers when growing up. It just made sense that he would dedicate his life to the church. The rest of his years would go to praising Her. His Lord. As the two men departed for the gate in silence Castiel pondered his decisions. In order to serve the church one had to become celibate. The goal is to keep the body pure. It took discipline. Dedication to your faith. Dedication to his Mother and creator. Castiel was skilled with his grace. Raphael has said that it was his purity that gave him strength. It took decades of focus for Castiel to reach the point that he was at today. For years he meditated on controlling his body. At some point about 8 years ago he reached a sort of serenity. His emotions fell under control. Each one tempered with a steady hand.
Uriel sat himself in one of the many plastic chairs beside the gate. As his eyes lost focus, it was most likely that he was sorting through the prayers of those who believed in him. Those Normals who sought him out in times of need. A Blue Eye would act as a mentor, or leader for those who believed in them and prayed. Castiel, himself only had a few who prayed to him. And it was not often that he was plagued by their concerns. A whisper of jealousy passed his thoughts. He quickly reminded himself that every person helped by a Blue Eye is brought closer to Her worship. Castiel was proud that Uriel was able to help so many people strengthen their faith.
The gate slowly began to fill with people. A gentle hum of conversation floated about the area. Men, women, the elderly, and children moved about him. The smell of coffee and breakfast foods reached Castiel's nose. He turned to the massive windows and watched the sky turn a deep orange as the sun began to rise. In the distance he spotted a descending plane. It appeared as a silhouette against the changing sky. Castiel released a burdened sigh. His intuition was alarmed, and uneasy. Something was very, very wrong. And he had no idea what it was.
.. Please be lemme know what you think! Any and all ideas you have. I'm flying by the seat of my pants for this plot line. So if there's something you Want to see, then tell me!