CH 2: Castiel from Supernatural
Beautiful Boy
Xander looked at the empty gun bin with a sigh. There went that idea. Maybe if…
"Excuse me, do you work here?"
"I own the shop, how can I help you?"
"I need to be a soldier of some kind, but you're out of toy guns. Would you happen to have any ideas for a guy on a budget?"
Ethan eyed the teen. Normally he'd let the lad wander off with something ordinary, but eht potential in the boy..
"Let me tell you a bit of a story, there was one man, god really, who was told nothing could kill him.."
CRACK!
"There! Now he's"
"Could you stop doing that before I smite you? Honestly, the attempts are annoying and you're putting more holes in this shirt than necessary."
"What does it take to kill you!"
The being wearing the body of Xander Harris sighed, punching another minion into the wall. True having his neck twisted like that didn't kill him, couldn't right now, but that didn't mean it wouldn't leave his neck sore for a bit.
And that made him a bit miffed.
He watched as Spike and the other vamps ran away, realizing they couldn't kill him and were only angering him. A small smile lit his face before he doubled over, magic assaulting him and pulling him back to the ether as the boy took control once again.
He hoped the gifts he'd left were enough. Even if his uncle tried to cause trouble yet again.
Things were so… new, different. It was amazing what a change in perspective could do. And maybe a little courage. The way the girls looked at him was kind of gratifying too. He didn't see much of a change in himself, but others apparently did. It was enough to start giving him a little confidence after a lifetime of putdowns.
"Think you're something special, boy? That you're worthy of the mantle you carry?"
He turned, eying the odd man behind him on the bluff. He seemed familiar for some reason.
"I know the weakness that was left behind. For what it's worth, I hope he found a loophole. But for now" he pulled something thin from his pocket, spinning it between his fingers. "Goodnight boy."
His eyes widened and before he could do more that utter a gasp he fell, one hand held to his chest.
That was how the others found him, eyes closed, peaceful, hand on his chest.
And a willow dart piercing his heart.