Super Angel - Chapter 2
AN: Wow, I have never had so many reviews so quickly! It's like 4AM and I decided to make a quick installment on this story, so hopefully you all enjoy it. Hopefully I haven't messed it up by rushing things.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Dark Angel. In fact, they own each other.
Castiel walked with Uriel through the woods, the morning fog creeping past them. Uriel shook his head in disbelief at what Castiel had just told him.
"You mean we stormed the depths of Hell, for a full month, to rescue one insignificant little mud-monkey, and you mean to tell me you resurrected the wrong one?"
"Believe me, Zachariah has already gone into much detail as to how much chaos I've caused. This changes everything."
"Well I don't blame you for making the mistake. All these mud-monkeys look alike to me."
"Indeed. I suppose the correct human is still in Hell. We can't afford another siege; the First Seal has already been broken. Zachariah made it clear that we would continue as best we could without the Elder Winchester, but it is now my task to retrieve him. I have need of your help, brother."
"Then let us go, Castiel. To the depths of Hell!"
Meanwhile, the "correct human" was in a figurative hell, not a literal one, thirteen years in the future. The figurative hell he was in could be summed up in a few words: no hot water.
It had been less than a day since his untimely arrival god-knows-where, and his encounter with the feisty Max and her rib-breaking blow. Miraculously, an overnight dripfeed of her blood seemed to leave him good as new, if a bit tender, and she had left him earlier that morning, babbling on about some Logan guy she had been meaning to see. 'Pfft, probably some loser nerd with a computer shack,' Dean consoled himself as he stepped into the apartments grubby shower.
A girlish shriek burst from his mouth as a blast of icy water hit him. Not many people knew this about him, but Dean was a man who appreciated the finer things in life. Like a hot shower. And Tacos. Every time he and Sammy had booked out a motel, Dean would check the showers for hot water the night before. He hadn't had the chance this time, but he was sweaty from the ordeal yesterday and so he forced himself under the ice-cold spray (sulking passionately), promising himself delicious take out and trying to clean himself as quickly as he could when his body had near instantaneously gone numb.
Twenty minutes later, Dean was shivering in a turtleneck sweater and a large furry coat obviously too big for him down the snow covered street. His eyes weren't on the broken down husks of cars abandoned in alleyways, or the peddlers selling toothpaste for $40 a tube; they were on the skyline. How the hell had he ended up in Seattle, of all places?! Shaking himself vigorously, Dean took out the yellowed map he had marked out, to meet Max at her friend "Joshua's" house; Dean had to get to the bottom of whatever the hell was going on.
Bobby led Alec down the corridor to a room and knocked determinedly. They had travelled to Pontiac, Illinois, to a grungy hotel on the street lit by a cheap light. Alec was amazed at how pristine it was; no windows broken by looters, perfectly fine vehicles out front, as if they were used every day. A girl answered the door; Alec thought he saw a flicker of alarm pass through her expression before she greeted them with feigned innocence. 'This girl is good,' Alec thought. 'Not many can cover so well.'
"So it takes two of you to order a pizza these days?" she asked.
"We're looking for someone. Sam Winchester," Bobby said curtly.
A figure stepped out from behind the girl, stopping in its tracks as it saw them at the door.
"Hey, who's--" Sam stared in disbelief at Alec. Looking between Alec and Bobby, Bobby nodding his head silently, Sam's lip twitched; Alec thought he was about to cry.
Until Sam pulled out a silver knife and rushed at him, trying to stab him.
"Jesus--!" Alec yelped, falling back and dodging the blade. "What is it with you people?!"
"Sam! Stop it! It's not Dean!" Bobby tried to pull Sam back, but Sam was tugging with all his strength to try and get at Alec.
"You're damn right it's not, Bobby, and I'm gonna kill this revenant son of a bitch!"
"I'm not a freakin' revenant! Why's everybody wanna stab me?!"
"Demon then! Shapeshifter!!!"
"Argh! Gimme that!"
Alec plucked the silver knife from Sam's wildly flailing hand, and quickly cut his palm with it. Sam, shocked, suddenly became still, watching the blood well up from the cut. Bobby proceeded to toss Alec a canteen, which he opened and washed his bloody hand with. Sam turned to Bobby questioningly.
"Holy Water?"
"Sure as rain, Sam. He's not a Shapeshifter, nor a revenant, nor a demon."
"Then... Dean...?"
"I'm not this 'Dean' guy you keep mentioning," Alec interrupted. "The name's Alec."
Alec got up from the ground and shook Sam's hand. Sam just looked at him, bewildered.
"But... how can... he looks just like..."
"We've been over that." Alec cut him off, exasperated. "Did you do this? Bobby was telling me on the way over, he thought maybe you made some kind of deal gone wrong, whatever that means..."
"What? No, no, I didn't do this." Sam replied, shaking his head.
Sam collapsed back against the corridor wall, sliding down to sit with his head in his hands. Then the girl chimed in, and Alec gave a bit of a start; he had forgotten all about her when Stabby had gone berserk on him.
"Um... if you guys want to work out whatever feud it is you're having... I should probably go..."
Alec apologized to her.
"It's nothing really, we'll get this sorted out soon enough," he reassured her, taking her hand and shaking it. As his still damp hand clasped hers, a puff of steam rose up as the girl winced in pain. She looked up and made eye contact with him in shock, turning to Bobby, who was calculatingly looking her over. Her eyes suddenly turned black, like ink, causing Alec to recoil in horror.
"Demon!" Bobby yelled, picking up the canteen from the floor and splashing the girl with it. The girl screamed in pain, and fell to the floor, steam roiling off her body, as Sam leapt to his feet to hold Bobby back. Bobby struggled even as Sam yelled at him to stop, something about her being an ally, as Bobby butted him with the back of his head. Sam fell back, nose streaming blood, as Bobby turned to find the girl standing and looking very, very pissed.
"That stung," she spat, as she whipped an arm and sent Bobby flying into the doorway, splintering the door. She turned and made to run away, but Alec blocked her way.
"Ruby, go!" Sam screamed, and Ruby made as if to sweep Alec away with a blow as well. Alec dodged with superhuman speed, and even as she watched in amazement, he tackled her, knocking her to the ground with a sickening crack as her head hit the floor, knocking her out cold.
Dean was positively tired as hell by the time he arrived at the house. He had to walk half the length of the city just to get here, and he hadn't even had breakfast! He supposed this Joshua fellow wouldn't mind if he helped himself to some snackery in whatever kitchen he had...
Dean rang the doorbell, which didn't work, so he rapped on the door with the side of his fist. When the door opened, Dean looked up to an unexpected sight.
"Holy shit A WEREWOLF!" Dean screamed, duck and diving to the side as the werewolf followed his movement with its head. Dean scrambled back and flipped over the porch railing, landing on the grass below. Looking around the yard, he couldn't see anything that might help him battle a werewolf; there was absolutely zero chance a silver bullet or a gun would be handy here.
"Alec?" called out a voice from up in the house. That must be Joshua! This werewolf had probably captured Joshua and was about to turn him! Dean without a thought sprinted around back, picking up a sharp garden hand shovel from the backyard, and proceeded to sneak in through a window. Best if the werewolf didn't know exactly where he was.
As Dean urgently snuck through the house in search for the captive Joshua, his mind began to catch up with him. What was a werewolf doing in broad daylight? They couldn't even transform without a full moon! And since when do they answer doors or for that matter capture people? Werewolves were basically vicious animals, made more dangerous because...
His thoughts were cut short when the werewolf reappeared, coming through a corridor. With a scream of defiance, Dean leapt through the air, garden shovel point aimed straight for its face, ready to brutally injure the werewolf.
The werewolf caught Dean by the wrists nonchalantly, and shook him until he dropped the shovel. Lifting him up by the arms until Dean's feet dangled off the floor, the werewolf, or whatever it was, proceeded to sniff him.
"You not Alec. Alec smell more like cat. You smell like normal."
"Um... Dean. Dean Winchester. Nice to meet you?" Dean was not prepared for the fact that it could talk. It actually seemed to be quite calm.
"Ah! Dean! Deeean. I am Joshua. First! Special! Father named me." Joshua lowered Dean to the ground, slapping a palm to his chest as he introduced himself.
"Joshua. Max's friend." Dean suddenly felt kind of stupid.
"Yes, Little Fella, Big Fella's friend. You Joshua's friend too?"
Dean had to laugh at that. It was just so surreal! "Yeah! Sure, I'm your friend too."
Castiel followed Uriel through the strange portal. The darkness swirled like a massive whirlpool, made of shadows and fog. A spike of lightning appeared on the other side.
"What is this?" Castiel asked.
"A Gate to Hell. We know where we need to go, so if we're quick, we can make it back through in time." Uriel indicated the portal. "Shall we immerse?"
"On the other side."
Castiel and Uriel dropped down into the netherworld. Casting his gaze across the chains of Hell, Castiel pointed.
"There he is," he said, just as Uriel pointed in a different direction.
"What in heaven... there's two more of them?" Castiel looked at them in consternation. "They both look exactly like the Elder Winchester!"
"Then one of them must be him. Just raise them both, Castiel; we can smite the wrong one later."
Castiel gripped one tight, as Uriel gripped the other, and together, they raised them from perdition...
On a small farm in Kansas, underneath a hill, a fist burst out of the ground. Another, clasping a shotgun, soon followed, and a head popped out after that. Grunting painfully as he dug himself out of his hillside grave, Jason Teague brushed the dirt off himself. In his mind's eye, he could remember the meteor shower that had killed him. And now he knew; there were aliens among them. One of them was in Illinois, and it looked just like him. Jason Teague cocked his shotgun ominously.
Meanwhile, thirteen years in the future, in the woods near Seattle, from under leafy undergrowth, a figure silently dug himself out. Sitting up, and calmly stretching, it paused to rub at the base of the back of its neck; a barcode under its fingers. Ben, otherwise known as X5-493, was back in the realm of the living. And he would finally be able to prove himself to the Blue Lady, because somehow he knew the one person he could truly test himself with. Someone who looked just like him, who was in Seattle, right now.
Castiel watched as Zachariah approached him again. Somehow, he didn't think he was coming to congratulate him on a job well done.