DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own ANYTHING Supernatural nor the characters from it. I do NOT do this for money. I do this for YOU the readers. :D Makes me happy when I make you happy. The only thing I own (and even then that's partly as Random came up with the idea first lol) is Celeste and other original content as it comes up. This is a mostly Sam fic as he is my second to Castiel which will be a later fic I come to make once I get all that sorted in my head lol
Nor do I own Black Butler, but I am loosely using Sebastian and Claude in the story. Not the actual characters but close enough I don't want to be banned. For that matter I do not own anything that is already copywrited as I plan to have some fun cameos from famous characters and again I don't want to be banned.
Also, the chapter titles are names from songs so I do not own those nor the respective bands. They're there for irony and to give a small taste of what to possibly expect. Mostly this is revolved around the Nine Inch Nails album The Fragile. This is my all time fav album by them so yeah seriously check it out. :D
So the main female character in this story is Celeste St Croix, she's a linguist and spends all of her time reading new books, learning dead languages and keeping OFF the hunter radar. She has ash blonde hair with a blue eyes and red eye though she always has blue contacts in she doesn't need anyone knowing her little secret she keeps from everyone. She is 5'7" and 130 lbs. She dresses modestly generally no low cut shirts or short skirts. She lives on her own in mansion in South Boston where she lives off of her family's trust fund and jobs she occasionally takes for hunters that earn her respect. She is very distrusting of anyone especially after she receives her "gift" or "blessing" however you want to call it. She has the same supernatural abilities most demon's have except they're blocked from her being able to use them at this point in time as she hasn't fully awakened. It'll be awesome in time, trust me. It starts out slowly but it'll pick up. This is also starting midway through Season 2 and onward so all kinds of fun stuff to happen :D
Chapter 1: Into the Void
tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away
talking to myself all the way to thestation
pictures in my head of the final destination all lined up
(all the one's that aren't allowed to stay)
tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away
tried to save a place from the cuts and the scratches
tried to overcome the complications and the catches
nothing ever grows and the sun doesn't shine all day
tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away
tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away
Images and voices lost to history and languages flooded Celeste's head when the goddess assimilated into her being. She could see beings she only thought to be myth and legend. She saw the destruction of towns and cities in Europe for not believing in the one true God. She saw the destruction of Pompeii as it was happening along with many other natural disasters and other key moments in history.
The voices of dead languages rang throughout as she was trying to get a grip with everything that flooded her mind. Her eyes were wide open and she could see her two hounds were looking at her very concerned. She could see their lips moving but could not hear them nor could she move her body was still in shock from not only dying but also coming back to life in a short span of time.
Sebastian looked over at Claude. "What happened? I leave you along with her for less than ten minutes and I come back and she'd laying on the floor dead!" He shouted. "The Master isn't going to be happy about this when he finds out if he already hasn't, which I'm surprised he hasn't shown up." Sebastian finished as he looked down at Celeste.
She had turned out to be quite the beautiful woman. Her hair was long, down to her lower back always neat and untied; her eyes still their two hues but strangely unique on her and not weird; her frame was still small she stood five foot seven, tall for a human woman but to him she was still that child he has been ever faithful to and vigilant. She was wearing the black dress he had gotten her for her birthday. It was mesh long sleeved with patters of roses on the sleeves coming to the neck it came just to the collar bone and the dress itself came down to her feet without shoes on her feet. Beneath her lifeless form he noticed a pooling of dark liquid and could start to smell the copper in the air. He grimaced. "She bled out." He muttered as he moved her body to the couch laying her down gently.
Claude looked at Sebastian as he moved her. "IT wasn't my fault. Something happened when she was reading something from the Latin book YOU tossed away all those years ago. So if it's anyone's fault it's YOURS." He said. Claude being the younger of the two was always ready to blame his older brother for anything and everything he could. He would find every loop hole there was to make sure Sebastian was blamed for what happened. Though with this he was sure they'd both be punished for what happened.
Sebastian chose to ignore his little brother as he swore he saw her moving again. He looked at her more closely and realized her eyes had been open the whole time and they were darting back and forth. Her lips then started to move in silent words. He focused in on what she was trying to say him to as Claude kept complaining in the background.
Celeste could still only see Sebastian as he took her to the couch to lay her down but she could feel the life coming back to her slowly. The voices and images still rushing through her head like a torrent of information and lost knowledge. All she could do was try to say her name. Try to say: Minerva.
"What are you trying to tell me?" Sebastian said to her softly trying to decipher what she was trying to say. "Ma… Ma what?"
Claude paused in his complaints. "Is she OK?" He asked confused. "She was dead. I checked her she was gone." He said to him as he walked over to help his brother.
"She's been trying to say this for about a minute now, all I have been able to come up with is Ma." Sebastian told him. "What happened?" He asked absent mindedly.
Claude watched her mouth move. "Slower if you can darling." He said to her and at his request she tried with all her might to slow down.
Celeste knew they were both trying to figure out what she was trying to tell them and it was frustrating as she thought they'd be able to figure it out. Her eyes finally started to focus so that she wasn't seeing double anymore as it seemed the initial fusing was finishing up.
"Minerva." Sebastian finally pieced together. "What does Minerva have to do with anything?" He asked her.
Celeste finally getting the air in her lungs lunged up and gasped for air as she had not yet been breathing. Her eyes were wide open and she was panting. "She…. She saved me…." She breathed out after awhile. "Second chance." She said as she sat up on her own. "My head…. Hurts…." She said leaning on Sebastian. "Sleep." She said to him painfully.
Sebastian picked up the young woman. "As you wish My Lady." He said to her brining her to her room. "Sleep well My Lady and I hope you are rested enough for the morning to us what happened." He said to her tucking her in. Before he left she grabbed his hand and whimpered. Smiling he sat down behind her. "Then I shall stay until you sleep." He said kissing her on the forehead.
"Minerva gave me her essence. I know the languages and history." She said to Sebastian and Claude the next morning at breakfast. "So, that's it." She told them taking her juice and drinking it.
Sebastian was the first to speak as Claude was still stuffing his face. "As in the Goddess Minerva, or as the Greeks knew her as Athena?" He asked her. "Goddess of wisdom and the hunt?"
Celeste nodded. "That's the one." She said with a piece of bacon sticking out of her mouth. "So we need to make sure these Hunter people don't EVER find me." She said. "You know how much any one of those people who pay and or kill for someone like me?" She said stuffing more bacon in her mouth. "Who cooked?"
"I did." Claude said raising his hand.
"Well done." She said to him holding up her cup in approval.
"Yes, well we'll make sure no one finds you." Sebastian and Claude said at the same time.
July 2006
"Sammy you sure we're in the right place?" Dean asked Sam as they walked into a luxurious mansion in South Boston. "Just doesn't seem like a place someone with those skills would be shacking up." He said looking around the parlor room. "Hello?"
Sam looked in their father's journal, paging through until he found the entry. "Yeah, South Boston, mansion, last resort linquist. Absoultly by no means do you come to Celeste for something trival, she will not only throw you out, but also make you wish you were never born. Sam that's for you, Dean: don't hit it. She hits back: Harder." Sam read from their father's journal. "Since when did dad write to us in his journal?" Sam asked almost laughing at the entry.
Celeste could hear voices down in the parlor room and she went to investigate. She crept out from her library to see two men standing in her parlor. One of the men had short brown hair and looked very rouged like he'd seen better days. He was wearing a pair of jeans a black tee-shirt and a leather jacket. She looked over to the other man, he was much taller than the other one. His hair was shaggy hanging around his eyes. He was wearing similar clothing but instead of a leather jacket it looked like a normal cloth jacket. He was looking around at the different trinkets in wonder while the other one was looking around like he was waiting for someone to come out and attack him.
"You think she's home?" Dean asked Sam shortly after he read the journal entry. He looked very uncomfortable. "I know Dad said she was important, especially with good ol yellow eyes, but seriously why hadn't dad said anything about her before?" He asked his little brother a bit annoyed.
"Dad didn't say a lot Dean, maybe he was trying to protect her in an odd way. You know dad when it comes to kids, he has a soft spot for all but his own." He muttered just as annoyed sounding.
Dean shot Sam a look that could kill and that's when Celeste decided to show herself.
"If you're going to fight over something as trivial as an insult to a parent you can leave now." She said authoritatively. "Otherwise state your business." She demanded. Her voice was hinting of Scottish decent as she spoke loudly to the men. "I've not got all day."
Sam looked at her and before he could say anything Dean was already going.
"Look sister, I don't know who are you.."
"Sebastian!" She called as a large dog came out of nowhere when Dean was starting to talk to her aggressively. "I suggested you restart your greeting, Dean." She said to him. "Otherwise Bassy here's gonna have fun chasing you." She said petting the large dog behind his ears. "Isn't that right Bassy?" She said in a baby voice. "You're such a good doggy to your mistress." She said looking over at the two.
Dean stopped dead in his tracks. "That is the biggest German Sheared I've ever seen? What do you feed him?" Dean asked, taking a moment to think. "Never mind I don't want to know."
Sam shook his head. "Sorry about that my brother doesn't know when to not be a dick." He started out with a nervous laugh rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm Sam and this is Dean, you had a run in with our father a few years back and we wanted to know if you could help us. It's nothing with languages, as of yet that is, but it's about someone." He said to her. "I know you don't generally help Hunters or anything but we were in the area and figured we'd stop by and ask." He said to her. "I'm really sorry if we interrupted anything."
Celeste took in Sam. He was much taller than she though, but he was calmer than his brother and much better looking. His eyes were nice and big, like a dogs, and he kept himself out of an aggressive tone and aggressive body language. She smiled softly. "Of course I'll do what I can, but who was your father? I've run into many Hunters, though I've done my best to keep of their radar, but somehow I failed at that horribly." She said motioning to a table where there were a few chairs and a few empty cups. "Drink?" She asked holding up a bottle of scotch.
"Please." Dean said to her.
"I wasn't asking you." She said to Dean with venom in her voice. "I still haven't heard an apology NOR a restart of a greeting." She said to him glaring.
"I'm sorry alright?! I was on edge I wasn't sure we were at the right place." He told her holding his hands up in the air as if surrendering. "Can I have that drink now?"
Celeste grinned. "Never thought you'd be French." She said as she poured the amber liquid in the cup and gave it to him. "Sam?"
Sam shook his head. "No thank you. And our dad," He paused for a moment. "His name was John Winchester." He said sadly.
"Was?" Celeste asked him. "What happened to him?"
"He's dead." Sam said.
Celeste nodded. "I'm sorry for your loss, he was a good man." She said to them. "He helped me stay off the radar with some local hunters who I didn't care for, they were brutish and uncivilized." She said. "Luckily they've moved on." She said taking a drink. "So what did you want to know?"
Dean took his drink and downed it and was surprised at the bite it had. "What did you give me?!"
"Scotch, like I said before. Craig Scotch to be exact aged thirty years. Best way to have it." She said with a smile taking another sip.
Sam took a breath. "There's a demon we need to know about and he said something about you knowing some information on him." He said carefully. "It's the Yellow Eyed Demon, Azazel." Sam said looking directly in her eyes. "What can you tell us?"
Celeste put her cup down and looked at them soberly. "I'm sorry but while I know OF him I do not KNOW him personally. I've only ever seen him once and then not again and that was when I was ten." She told them. "I'm sorry."
Sebastian looked at his mistress through his canine eyes and nudged her side. He whined at her as he saw her unhappiness. ~Shall I prepare your things?~ He asked her mentally.
Celeste looked at the two men. "If I come with you I can try to dig in my memories to see if I can remember anything about him, but it's not safe here anymore I need to move on and what better than to be with the Winchester brother's. Who'd want to cross our paths?" She said to them getting up.
Dean looked at her. "You think you're coming with us?" He asked her.
"No, I know I'm coming with you. Besides you'll need my other skills. I don't have much so I won't take long." She said to them going up stairs to her room.
She closed the door behind her and looked at the two dogs in her room. "I'm sorry, I need to have you put in your charms so you can stay close but not in your forms." She said to them.
They both nodded in understanding as they turned into black smoke and turned into obsidian dogs figures. She affixed them to her silver necklace and put it around her neck. She grabbed a large back and put her laptop it in along with a few terabit hard drives that had books, upon books of information. In another bag she put in some clothes and shoes. She made sure on her way out she grabbed her purse and wallet with all her credit cards and cash.
She went downstairs to find Sam and Dean still there, she smiled. "I'm ready." She said to them having two bags and a purse.
"Alright, let's go, Cornwall, Connecticut is out next stop. Something about the Pierpont Inn some weird deaths going on, should be fun." Dean said with a cocky smile.
"Yes, I'm sure." Celeste said as she placed her things in the back of Dean's car and sat in the back seat quietly as they made sure they had everything.
Sam looked at her solemn figure as she was looking at her house. "You sure about this?" He asked her. "I mean we live motel to motel that's going to be much different than living here." He said to her.
"Azazel would come to me and I don't like him." She told him. "It's better if I keep moving." She said to him. "Granted if he really wanted to he could find me anywhere, but he has more important things to worry about right now." She looked at him dead in the eyes. "I'm aware of what he did to you and to the other kids. It's not right, nor is it fair on any of them, but you need to persevere Sam, don't let what is happening bring you down. There are always ways to make a different destiny." She said with a sad smile. "I have my own I'm contending with and this is just part of derailing it." She said as Dean got in the car.
"Hope you like classic rock." He said turning the car and pulled out heading onto the highway.
A/N: Wow, that was a long chapter. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this story. There WILL be some out of character moments, but please take it as me trying to remember how the brother's act around each other. I watched the entire series before season 8 started in one month so some things are a little fuzzy. :D
Random: I love you, I just wanted you to know that. You helped inspire this character so I give you full props. And people seriously read her stuff it's freaking AWESOME!
So R&R and again I do take requests, also some of the episode endings are going to be different from the series endings and there will come sometime skips. Also for all you Soulless Sam fans out there he'll be making an appearance. It's actually very important for me to keep Soulless Sam. :D I hope to update very two weeks, but I'll update as I can.