Evolution
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Human!Azazel/Human!Alistair, Angel!Dean/Demon!Sam, Gabriel/Kali, Sam/Gabriel (arranged), Sam/Dean/Castiel, a bit of Dean/Gabriel. Mentions of Lilith/Lucifer and Rafael/Pam.
Warnings: Animal-like interactions, Wing-porn, Rough sex, Arranged sex under duress, Language, DSM dynamics, Violence, MPreg, OCs that are characters from the show but obviously have different relationships with the others.
Summary: The Archangels on the Earth were running thin. Most of them were killed at birth, perceived as too dangerous or too powerful to keep alive. Gabriel and Raphael were the last ones standing. They needed more; Lilith needed more.
Disclaimers: Nothing is owned. I'm just playing in Kripke's sandbox - or as I like to call it - God's epic sandbox of awesome. I may be convinced into selling my soul for creative rights, however. (:
Please let the record show that I HAVE NOT FINISHED THIS STORY YET. I just wanted to post SOMETHING before I disappear for all of August, so I'm sorry, but this story will not be regularly or quickly updated. The going's been slow, guys. :/
He was finally ready.
It had taken a year. A whole year to get permission, to plan and to make sure everything was set, down to the direction of the wind that day. Every strike of the plan had a counterstrike. Every eventuality decided, every loophole and possibility planned for and taken into account, with a backup plan in case something did go wrong.
Everything was set. Gabriel was ready.
When the Archangel – the youngest of the four – had heard that his oldest brother Michael had been killed – by a Demon, no less – it had taken all of his finite self control not to destroy the compound in which he lived, smite everyone inside, and then go hunt down the suicidal bastard who'd killed his brother. Michael, his most beloved sibling after the deceased Lucifer. Some Demon had dared to strike Michael down.
Well, he would pay.
But first, Gabriel had plans.
The Archangels on the Earth were running thin. Most of them were killed at birth, perceived as too dangerous or too powerful to keep alive. Gabriel and Raphael were the last ones standing. They needed more; Lilith needed more.
Lilith and 'Morning Star' kept all the remaining Archangels in facilities around the continental United States. Michael had been in Kansas. Raphael was somewhere in Maine, and Gabriel was being kept in Florida. Hurricane season was coming and Gabriel could feel it in the air – the gathering storm and the buildup of humidity and electricity. He felt it as nervous energy in his wings, a spark that never ceased to run up and down his spine. He was practically shaking with anticipation. All that was left was to part with his Mistress.
Archangels were only ever bound to women; perceived as the weaker sex and less inclined to power and dominion. Born of an Angel and a Demon, Archangels were written as 'Spawn of both Heaven and Hell, with neither the goodness nor the evil intent to suit either place.' And because of this, they had been given to women – too unclean and too powerful to be the property of men. When the first Archangels were conceived, beginning with Michael and Lucifer, it was in a time when woman were seen as serpents, servants of the Devil, and evil and weak. Such creatures would never be able to rise to power, it was thought, and become such dictators as men were capable of becoming. So they were entrusted with these powerful creatures, bound to them through sex and blood and magic.
Michael had been bound to a woman named Ellen. When she died, and her daughter along with her, there were no more women in that line for him to serve, and so Lilith took him in and bound him to her instead – by this time Lucifer had, of course, passed on; it would be suicide to try and control two Archangels at the same time. Michael's death on top of Lucifer's might have killed her is she wasn't already too crazy to care. Raphael served a blind psychic by the name of Pamela. And Gabriel…
Gabriel belonged to Kali.
She was beautiful, fierce, a tyrant in her own right. So far she only serviced Lilith for her own greater plans, but those would wait. Gabriel had, through his strong magic and binding Grace, prolonged her life so that Kali would live forever, if he did. Another reason to begin the creation of new Archangels – Pamela grew old, and with her Raphael weakened. Soon Gabriel would be the only one left.
He'd done his research. Sam was a strong Demon, born of a powerful bloodline with fine breeding. He would make a good carrier for Archangels, as would his mate. Before Gabriel killed him, he would get his use out of Sam; after all, if an Angel and Demon make an Archangel, what would happen between an Archangel and a Demon? – God, Gabriel felt heat rush through him at the sheer thought of creating something so powerful.
And if something went wrong, well, he never intended Sam to live past the nursing stages anyway.
Lilith would be very pleased with him, which would make her pleased with Kali, which would make Kali happy. Gabriel lived to serve his Mistress.
Everything was set and planned for. Now all Gabriel had to do was say goodbye.
"Be safe, my love," Kali murmured, brushing some of her pet's hair from his face. Gabriel purred lightly, turning his head inward to kiss at her wrist, where the tattoo that bound him to her lay. She smiled shakily, tears in her eyes as she pulled out a thin silver blade, almost the length of her forearm. With it she cut the chain connecting his spine to his collar, unwinding the silver threads free so they hung loosely down his back. Then, eyes locked with Gabriel, she pressed the knife against her own skin, ready to break the bond between them.
Gabriel stopped her, a hand closing around her knife-wielding hand. She frowned at him, confused for a moment before his serious eyes met hers. Normally Gabriel was so light, free and playful and a constant happy companion; no one was in a sour mood for long with him around. Now, however, with the death of his brother, the Archangel was stoic, a stranger to her in his somber attitude.
He took the knife from her and held her wrist gently, pressing another kiss to the tattoo before he sliced down, severing their bond himself. They both gasped at the sudden loss. With a bond it is like equilibrium; soul and Grace flowing into each other in equal amounts, steady and constant. Now they were severed and dormant, alone, empty.
There were tears in Kali's eyes when she lifted her shaking and blood-covered hands to unlock the collar around Gabriel's neck, severing their tie more completely. When the skin of his neck was bared, rubbed slightly raw from years and years wearing that collar, she kissed him, desperate and yearning for the closeness that had been a background for them for centuries, millennia.
Their bodies tried to become as close as soul and Grace had been, to no avail. Even when Gabriel rolled Kali onto her back, between her spread legs and covered her with the raw feeling of his Grace, his white wings encasing and surrounding her as they became one, they wept and tasted each other's tears, for they knew they could always get closer. Always closer. Never close enough.
Goodbye, Mistress. He pressed a soft kiss into the black mane of her hair, eyes tightly closed as he held her while they both shook, and then he was gone, having taken flight so quickly that no human eyes could follow. Kali was left alone in her bedroom, and when she sat up after a long moment, she realized he'd taken the silver blade with him.
"John? What's the matter?" Sam's head snapped up at the worry in his Master's tone, frowning slightly in concern. Unconsciously he gathered Dean and Castiel closer, the two Angels slumbering on in his arms as he curled around them on their bed. The door was slightly ajar, affording Sam a view of where his Master sat on the couch, phone in hand.
"I see. Are you sure?" A pause, then; "Of course we will. Thanks for the heads up." He snapped the phone shut, then stood. "Sam!"
The Demon reluctantly disentangled himself – no small feat when Dean kept clinging to him like a limpet – and moved to his Master's side. A soft, querying sound left his throat, tinged with worry as he nuzzled into his Master's side, trying to offer comfort at the same time as asking what was wrong. Azazel's hand found his hair and stroked a couple of times, Sam purring a little under the affectionate touch.
"Sammy, I need you to listen very carefully, okay?" Azazel asked, crouching down so he was at eye level with Sam. The Demon cocked his head to one side, eyes sliding to flat black as he focused, giving Azazel his full attention. The human smiled. "I'm going to go outside for a while, and you need to watch Dean and Castiel until I get back."
The Demon almost snorted at the assumption he would do anything otherwise, but Azazel held firm; "I mean it, Sammy. Don't let them out of your sight for a second until I get back, you hear me?"
Sam blinked once, and then nodded. When Azazel kept looking unsure, Sam did something he'd only done a handful of times in his life; he pushed a thought at Azazel. They will be safe. He'd only ever directly talked to Azazel in his language – for he wasn't fluent – when the human was a young boy, beaten by his father, and Sam had been there to soothe and comfort him…and plot justice. But that's a different story.
If his Master was surprised at the direct contact, he didn't show it. He merely smiled, scratching at the nape of Sam's neck again before he stood. "Make sure they are. And don't leave the house. Don't let anyone inside."
It's amazing, Sam thought as Azazel closed the door behind him, that they think we're so unintelligent, and then seem unsurprised when we speak. The human language was clumsy, awkward. Sam gave up trying to learn it years ago, content with speaking Latin and Enochian.
He was beginning to think that the decision to stay ignorant had been a bad one.
"So what are you saying?" Alistair demanded, tense in his chair across from John. Azazel sat by his side, worried but outwardly calm, a hand on Alistair's knee to keep the more hotheaded of the two of them down. "An Archangel is after us?"
John sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "No, I'm not saying that," he said, and he sounded angry, like they'd been going over this for hours instead of the five minutes they'd been at the station for. "What I'm telling you are the facts; an Archangel has been spotted within the city, uncollared and unbound, and it's almost been a year since the whole thing between your Angel and 'Morning Star'. I'm just saying it might be coincidence, but I doubt it."
When the two men across from him were silent, John sighed again, taking a long drink from his coffee mug. "Look, I'm not jumping to any conclusions, but…the only Archangels I know of…they're bound to Lilith, alright? Or her associates. And from the description given by eyewitnesses, we have reason to believe that this Archangel might be Gabriel, who was directly related to Michael. Angels are very familial creatures, you must understand. If Gabriel thinks there may be a reason for vengeance on you – the people responsible for his brother's death – then it could be why he's here."
"So, what? What do we do?" Alistair asked, his voice almost a growl as his fingers tightened reflexively around his altered tattoo. Dean and Castiel would surely be able to feel his distress; Azazel attempted to soothe the fist away. "Just sit here with our thumbs up our asses and wait for…what? Gabriel to come and kill us all?"
"Look, I'm not saying that!" John's hand slammed down onto his desk, making both the other men jump. "If Sam killed Michael, Gabriel's gonna want his blood. If you want I can try and sign you all up for a sort of Witness Protection, or put you all under guards, but I gotta tell you, nothing can kill an Archangel. Nothing we've ever heard of, anyway – we've never studied them, don't know shit about them, and your Demon refused to help us when and if he did kill Michael. We know shit all about them; their breed, their powers, anything. What I'm suggesting is a temporary fix, at best. It doesn't look good, gentlemen."
Alistair looked to Azazel. "You've got Sam looking after Dean and Cas?"
Azazel nodded. "First order I gave him as soon as John called," he replied.
"Alright." Alistair looked back to John. "I need to know everything you know about Gabriel. Who he works for, what else might have brought him here. Anything, everything, and quickly."
I'm sorry this one is so short, and I'll be writing a little timestamp at the encouragement of my beta, a little scene/ficlet of Azazel and baby Sammy, when Azazel was a kid and first bought his Demon. It's gonna be so cute! *bounces*
Again, I'm sorry it's so short; the stuff start's happening next chapter, and I made Gabriel a very evil BAMF. For those Gabriel lovers who hate that I make him the bad guy, give the fic a chance as it will get better and some hot Sabriel sex will be your reward for perseverance, m'kay? Awesome (: