CHAPTER SIX
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Warnings and disclaimer are in the first chapter
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The sound of music woke him up from unconsciousness. Slowly he opened his eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above him. He stayed like that for about a minute or two before his eyes became wide and sat up abruptly.
'Where the hell am I right now?' he looked around the room with disbelief, because the last thing he remembered was Hell and what he had done in that damned place.
Taking a deep breath to calm down, the man put down his feet to the floor and got up from the bed. He did not know where he was and if the owner of this house was a good man or not, but all he knew he needed to be cautious. With that in his mind, the man slowly opened the door to make sure it did not create a lot of sound that would alarm the owner of the house.
He looked outside the room and went to look to either sides of the hall to make sure no one there to surprise him. After made sure it was safe and no one in the either of sides of the hall, the man got out of the room and went to the stairs. Before he climbed down the stairs, the man heard the music that he heard when woke up was coming from the first floor and it told him that someone was there. Now he was in dilemma, should he go down or searched another way to get out of the house?
Even though his instinct as a hunter told him to find another way to get out of the house, he decided to go to the first floor so he could see who had let him into their house. That, and he needed to find out how he was back to the living room when he knew he had died because of the hellhounds.
After he climbed down the stairs, the man followed the sounds until he arrived at the open-styled kitchen. There, he spotted a black-haired young man, no older than twenty years old, standing in front of the stove, stirring the soup in the pot along with hearing the soft music from his cell phone.
Because he was too focus in watching the young man he accidentally knocked over a glass on the table. Of course this made the black-haired young man turned away from his cooking to see who had done that. He blinked his emerald eyes when he saw him and the man could feel awkwardness of the situation.
A gentle smile appeared across on the young man's face. "I see you have awakened," he told the man before turned around to turn off the stove and take a bowl from one of the kitchen cabinets. "Please take a seat..."
The man hesitantly went towards the kitchen island and sat at one of the chairs. He watched the black-haired young man put the soup into the bowl and then gave it to him. He looked at the soup, only to find it was red in its colour and had meats, carrots, tomatoes, and sour cream on the top.
The young man tilted his head to the side when the man did not touch his soup before realized he was confused with the colour. "It is borscht..." he told the man, making him to look up from the soup. "It is a Russian soup, the red is from a beetroot not from a tomato. Do not worry, the taste is sweet and sour..." he smiled at the man before went to take a sweeper and a funnel to sweep the glass pieces.
Slowly the man took a sip of the borscht and hummed when the sweet and sour taste touched his tongue. After he had finished eating the soup, the man looked at the black-haired young man and asked what was in his mind. "... Who are you? And how do I get here?"
The young man looked into the man's green eyes before let out a small sigh. He threw the glass pieces into the bin and then leaned back against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. "My name is Harrison Baskerville, I am one of the owners of this house..." he told the man. "The reason why you are here, because my lover and I had pulled you out from Hell, Dean Winchester..."
"How... how could you do that?" Dean tightened his hold around the spoon. "There's no way you can pull me out of Hell without doing something... so how could you do that?" he looked straight into Harrison's emerald eyes.
Before Harrison could answer Dean's question, he caught the sound of flapping wings from outside the kitchen, telling him that his lover had come back from Heaven. He turned his attention from his guest to the doorway, only to find his lover was there.
"You are home early..." said Harrison to the man in the kitchen doorway.
The man took off his trench coat so he could fold it up and then put it on his right arm. "... There's nothing important..." he moved closer to Harrison and kissed him on the forehead. He blinked when he heard a hitch from someone, so he raised his face up, only to find Dean was watching them with uncomfortable look on his face.
"Ah, yes, our guest has woken up, Castiel..." he told his lover with a smile. "Nothing is wrong with him..." he then moved closer to Castiel so he could whisper, "... Physically he is good, but I do not know about his state of mind... Hell will give everyone some scars in their minds..."
Castiel only nodded his head and went to the kitchen island so he could seat at one of the chairs. He rested his chin on his right fist and stared at Dean as if he tried to find something from the man. "... You have something that you want to ask us..." he told Dean. "... Speak then... we will answer it if we can..."
Dean looked at the two of them and then asked what was in his mind. "What are you two? And how I can be here when I know I had given my soul to a crossroad demon?" he asked Castiel.
"Before I answer the first question, I ask you to keep your mind open..." said Castiel. He needed to make sure that Dean would not react badly for this connected with his lover's safety. "... I know this contrast with your instinct as a hunter, but I really want you to open up your mind here..."
From the way Castiel talked, Dean knew it meant these two men were creatures. He did not know why he did not do something when he concluded that. Maybe because of what he had done in Hell or because they did not attack him from the moment he woke up. So, yeah, he would keep his mind open until he thought they were dangerous to let alive.
"... Fine, I promise that I will keep my mind open..." he told Castiel.
Castiel looked at Harrison who nodded his head that it was all right to tell Dean about what they really were and why he was pulled out of Hell. He needed to know what he would face in the future. It would not be good if he went out without some knowledge of what he would face later.
After he got a permission from Harrison, Castiel went back to look at Dean and stood up from his seat. "All right, the first thing that you need to know is..." he put his hands into his trousers pockets, "... my name is Castiel and I'm an Angel of the Lord..."
Dean looked hard at Castiel when he said that and said, "There's no such a thing..."
Harrison giggled in amusement at Dean's answer while Castiel looked towards the ceiling in exasperation. The cambion knew it made Castiel exasperated whenever he met someone who did not believe in God and His Angels. He would always mumble about how humans needed to have more faith about God and every His creations.
"Mister Winchester, Castiel was telling the truth..." he giggled softly. "He is the real deal... he is the Angel of the Lord..."
"Don't call me Mister, that's makes me feeling old..." said Dean. "Just call me Dean is enough..." he then looked at Castiel. "If what Harrison said was true, then gives me a proof here. I want you to give me a proof that will make me believe that you're really an angel..."
Castiel looked at Dean's narrowed eyes before said, "As you wish then..."
And with that, Dean and Harrison heard a loud sound of thunder and the light started to flicker. Then a large shadow like wings appeared, stretching off into the distance before they disappeared in a flash.
Dean who had been watching at the display with wide eyes turned his attention back to Castiel. "Then... why would an angel like you rescue me from Hell?" he asked the angel.
Harrison sat down on the chair and rested his chin on his right fist. "It is because good thing do happen..." he told Dean with a small smile on his face.
Dean looked at Harrison when he heard the young man's words. "Not in my experience," he told him in hard voice.
Harrison blinked when he heard the statement before his eyes became sad. "You... do not think you deserve to be saved..." he whispered softly. "It is not true, you know. Everyone deserves to be saved, even you, Dean Winchester..."
Dean needed to look away at the sympathy expression on Harrison's face. He knew the young man was not trying to pity him, but he really could not look at that expression. "The reason why you pulled me out of Hell?" he decided to ask another question to Castiel.
"Because God commanded me to pull you out of Hell..." that was a lie, it was Michael who had told him about what happened in Heaven after he became human, and that was why he and Harrison decided to take the matter into their own hands. He really loved Earth and he did not want to see it became destroyed because some angels had temper tantrums and wanted to gain God's attention back.
Dean shook his head at Castiel's explanation. God gave a damn about him that made Him to command one of His angels to pull him out from Hell? It was mind-blowing for Dean and he did not know what to say. He decided not to ask the reason why God commanded one of His angels to pull him out and turned his attention to Harrison.
"So... if he is an angel..." he pointed to Castiel, "what are you?" he asked Harrison.
At this question Castiel moved to stand behind Harrison put his arms around the young man's neck and surrounded him with invisible wings in protective manner. He did not know what Dean would do after he knew what Harrison really was, but he did not want to take a chance. He knew from Michael that his lover could not be killed by any demon-killing weapons thanked not only his had high class demon blood in his veins, but it was thanked to his human blood too.
Those two made him could not be killed by any demon-killing weapons so he did not need to feel fear of his safety. However, as Harrison's lover, he would always felt concerned towards the cambion and wanted to be always there to protect him from any harms. An instinct of an angel regarding his mate was really powerful and could not be ignored.
Castiel let out a small sigh and looked hard at Dean right in the eyes. "All right... it's true that Harrison is a creature like me too," he tightened his arms around Harrison's shoulders. "... He isn't an angel like me..." he became silent for a second. "... Harrison is a cambion, an offspring between a human and a demon or in his case, an Archdemon..."
Right after Castiel explained what Harrison was, Dean became stiff but he did not do anything for he had promised those two that he would keep his mind open even though it contrast with his instinct as a hunter. He looked at Harrison and found he did not look like a demon that he and his younger brother, Sam, met whenever they had some hunts. Harrison was more... human than the other demons... there was no indication that he was an offspring between a human and a demon.
"... How can you be existed in the first place?" Dean asked Harrison. "... From what I know, demons hate humans very much. So how can you be existed here?" he really did not understand.
Harrison fiddled with his fingers. "... My father was an Archdemon; the higher demons in Hell... he at first was like other demons did not like humans, but one day he met my mother and that was when everything change..." he explained. "... He sealed up his Archdemon side so he could live with my mother who was a human... of course even though my father had sealed his Archdemon side, it still made me born with Archdemon blood in my veins..."
"... I see..." he knew Harrison was not a bad guy but that did not mean he would not keep an eye on him. He would do that until his hunter instinct was placated. "... Any other reason why God asked you to pull me out of Hell?" he asked Castiel.
Castiel looked hard at Dean and straightened himself. "... Because you're the one who can prevent the Apocalypse from happening..." that was his only answer.
Dean choked in his breath when he heard Castiel's answer. What the hell he meant with he was the one who could prevent the apocalypse from happening? "What the hell you mean by that?" he asked the angel.
The Seraph sighed and told him about a Celestial's prophecy that had been told to every denizen of Heaven. "And it is written that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. As he breaks, so shall it break..." he told him. "... You're the first seal, Dean Winchester... you're the righteous man..."
Dean's face became pale after he heard the explanations. "No... That's not true... there's no way I'm the righteous man..." he told Castiel. "Everything I have ever done in my life not makes me righteous! You get the wrong guy!"
Harrison stood up from his chair and went to Dean. When he stood next to the older Winchester, the cambion grasped his shoulders and turned him around so he would face to face with him. "You are righteous, Dean Winchester..." the cambion told him. "... You have saved a lot of people's lives from the evil creatures... you do that not because you want a revenge for your mother like your father or for your girlfriend like your brother..." he looked at Dean in the eyes. "You do all of that because you know it is the right thing to do... There is no other reason in your heart than that..."
Castiel smiled at his lover's words and looked back at Dean. "Tell me, Dean Winchester, even if you're not the first seal and not the righteous man, will you stay silent when the apocalypse wants to happen? Will you let everyone die?" he asked the older Winchester.
Dean glared at Castiel. "Of course not!" he told the angel. "I'll make sure to find a way to stop it! There are a lot of innocents here!"
With that answer a smile appeared across Castiel's face. "And that's why you're the righteous man, Dean Winchester..." he told him gently. "Your heart is in the right track... you're soul is pure even after what you had done in Hell..."
"I..." Dean did not know what to say at Castiel's words.
Harrison smiled at Dean. "Do you think we will let you face the apocalypse alone?" he asked the older Winchester. "Castiel and I will there to help you..." he gave his right hand to Dean. "Just trust us; we will never leave you alone in this fight..."
Dean looked down at Harrison's hand and something in his heart nudged him to take his hand. He did not know if he was crazy or what, but he knew he could trust these two creatures to be there to help him fought against the apocalypse. With that in his mind, a small smile appeared on his face and he took Harrison's hand in a firm handshake.
"Now, I know that you want to see your younger brother and your father figure," Harrison looked at Dean, "but it is a night time, so it will be a good idea to meet them tomorrow morning..."
Dean wanted to protest that he needed to meet his younger brother and his father figure, but he too knew Harrison was right; tomorrow was the right time to meet them.
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Later after eating dinner and Dean went back to the guest room, we could see Harrison and Castiel were in the private library that filled with Harrison's family books. They decided to be there so they could speak what they had in their mind without Dean knowing. It was not because they did not trust Dean, but it was because what they were going to discus was not important for Dean to know about.
"You know..." Harrison started their conversation. "... I think your Father is a little cruel, Castiel..." the Seraph looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "... A human like Dean cannot fight the Apocalypse, even with his status as Hunter..."
Castiel knew what his lover trying to say to him, it was true Dean Winchester was an experienced hunter and a Righteous Man but he was still a human. His opponents in stopping the apocalypse would be demons and some angels that wanted Lucifer to walk on earth once again.
"... It's true that he's only a human, beloved," Castiel looked at the emerald-eyed young man. "However he isn't alone, he has us to help him in this guest along with his younger brother and father figure..." he told his lover.
Harrison put his right elbow on the table next to him and rested his right cheek on the palm of his right hand. "... I cannot imagine his reaction when he knows what his brother has done after his death..." he mumbled softly under his breath.
Castiel knew what Harrison was talking about but he decided to stay silent. He could imagine the devastation on Dean's face when he found out what his younger brother had done after he died. "He will be devastated..." the Seraph looked at Harrison, "but we will be there to help him..."
Harrison nodded his head in agreement. He and Castiel would be there to help the older Winchester in his quest of stopping Lucifer from walking on earth once more. And even though they failed to stop Lucifer from escaping his cage, they would continue to help the older Winchester for it was despicable to let someone who needed help alone.
"... So... what did that Zachariah fellow wanted, Castiel?" he asked his Seraph lover.
Castiel shrugged. "He wanted me to come back to the Host, under his command..." he told Harrison. "Of course I declined for I told him that I was needed here..."
Harrison smirked a little. "... He must be furious at your answer, Castiel..." he told the Seraph. "From what I saw, he was not the type that liked his words being ignored..."
"... I don't care..." the Seraph told Harrison. "He couldn't force me to go back to the Host and leave you alone in this world..." he closed his eyes.
"Even that means you will be cut from the Host?" Harrison asked Castiel. "That will be very counterproductive, Castiel..."
Castiel looked at his cambion and smiled gently at him. "Do you think my present power is coming from Heaven, beloved?" he asked the cambion.
Harrison blinked at Castiel's words. He knew every angel got their powers from Heaven and when they were cut off from the Host, they would fall. So, why his lover did not care that happened to him? He watched the Seraph stood up from his chair to stand behind him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
"Castiel?" he looked up to the Seraph.
"The time I became an angel once more, the source of my power was changed from Heaven to another source..." he explained. "... It looked like Father was the one who had done that, beloved..."
"He changed your power source?" the Seraph nodded his head. "So, what is it?" he needed to know his lover's source of power so he could protect it from the angels under Zachariah's command. He needed to do it so Castiel did not fall.
"Can't you guess, beloved?" he summoned his wings to the human realm and then moved one of them to Harrison's line of sight. "What do you see?" he asked the cambion.
Harrison looked at the feathers in front of his eyes and found some of feathers in the colour of red. This development made the cambion looked at Castiel once more, question in his eyes. This of course made Castiel only smiled gently and wrapped his wings around the cambion as if it was a shield to protect him from everyone that wanted to hurt him.
"I don't need the Heaven as my power source for our bond makes sure I will never fall..." he whispered to Harrison's black hair. "... You can say that now I'm really your Angel, Harrison..."
He flushed slightly at Castiel's words and turned his face away from the Seraph so he could not see it. A small smile appeared on his face when he sensed a kiss been placed on top of his head once more. "... Love you..." he whispered to the Seraph.
Castiel only smiled at those words and gave Harrison another gentle kiss on top of his head.
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Tomorrow morning, after cleaning himself and eating breakfast, Dean Winchester was standing outside the gates of Singer Salvage, the house of his father figure, Bobby Singer, with Harrison Baskerville standing next to him. It was only Harrison with him for his lover, Castiel, was needed in Heaven so he could not go with them.
The older Winchester looked at the fence, only to find it was covered by what would appear as series of handmade iron decorations. The decorations were all protective symbols to keep out demons from walking into the house. "Wow... this one hell of art project..." he whispered under his breath.
Harrison looked at the fence and nodded his head in agreement. "... Yes... it is very effective defence against the demonic..." he told the older Winchester.
"... Can you get inside, Harrison?" asked Dean. "With a half of your blood is a demonic... can you get in?"
Harrison looked at the fence. "... I am a cambion," he told Dean. "... My human blood will make sure these symbols do not have any power over me. Before we come inside, does this Bobby fellow live together with someone?" he needed to ask this because he could sense two persons inside the house thanked to their life forces which were their blood.
"No, Bobby doesn't live with someone, he lives alone. Why you ask me that?" he asked the cambion.
"... I sensed two live forces in the house... if one of them is Bobby Singer, then who the second one is?" he asked the older Winchester.
Happiness appeared on Dean's face when he heard Harrison's question. "It must be Sam!" he said happily. "Come on, we need to see them!"
However Dean could not go inside because the gate was locked tight. When Harrison found this, he simply touched the gate and it unlocked and swung open, then after they went through the gate, the cambion relocked it. They walked towards the house and Dean could not help but he felt a bit nervous. He did not know what would his family would react when they saw him standing here, alive, when he had been sent to Hell because of a deal.
The two of them stopped walking when a deep throated bark could be heard by them and Dean realized it was Rumsfeld, Bobby's loyal dog. With a grin the older Winchester knelt down when he saw the giant male black dog, who had stopped being hostile when he saw Dean.
"Hello, boy," Dean greeted the dog and was slobbered all over by the big canine. "Did you miss me? Oh, yes you did..." after he gave the dog a proper belly rubs, he looked at Harrison. "Rumsfeld, say hi to Harrison. Harrison, this Rumsfeld, he is Bobby's loyal guard dog..."
The dog and Harrison were looking at each other. The cambion did not move or do anything when the dog went towards him to sniff on his shoes and gloved hands. He was surprised when the dog suddenly stood up on his hind legs and draped his paws over the cambion's shoulders and licked his cheek several times before jumping back down and running back towards the house, tall wagging excitedly the whole way.
Dean chuckled at Harrison's stunned expression. "It looked as if you never have a dog before..." he said to Harrison.
The cambion wiped the slobber off his face. "... That's because I never have a pet dog before..." it was true, the only pet that he had in the past was Hedwig, but she had died to protect him from those betrayers. To this day he did not want to have another pet because for him Hedwig was the only one for him.
At Harrison's words, Dean's expression changed to melancholy. But that expression changed to a slight guarded expression when he heard a sound of shotgun being readied from behind him. He then let a wide smile to appear on his face and turned around to give his father figure a wave. "Hey Bobby!" he greeted the old man.
"Dean?" Bobby's face went white. "I don't—"
Dean grinned at the older male and took a step forward; he did not feel surprise when his father figure's face turned to rage. He knew the old male did not believe he was the real Dean Winchester for all he knew, as a hunter, he was a demon that wore Dean's body.
Harrison, who had been watching, saw the older male's intent to pull the trigger and used his power to control his movement. With a wave of his hand, the man's arms were shot upwards so the barrel was pointed upside as the shot went off. Sounds from behind him altered Harrison that there was someone and he stumbled forward slightly when he sensed something sharp penetrated his back, but he did not flinch at the blow or at the blood that drenched his coat.
"Sammy, stop!" Dean pleaded as he found the one who had attacked Harrison was his younger brother, Sam Winchester. "Stop it! It's really me!" he grabbed Sam's arm and wrenched it behind his back in an attempt to subdue him.
"Stop this pointless attack!" Harrison demanded, still keeping Bobby under his power, to Sam who was trying to free himself from Dean's hold. "I SAID ENOUGH!" he let his demonic side came out a little so these two stopped fighting them.
"I'm not a shape-shifter or a revenant," Dean said at the two mean. "It's really me, Dean Winchester..."
"Prove it!" Sam Winchester demanded while breathing hard along with hoping it was true.
"Fine!" he turned to Harrison, who was pulling a knife from his back. "Harrison, give me the knife..." the cambion looked up and arched his eyebrow at the request. "They aren't going to believe us without any proves..."
Harrison sighed at the words and knew Dean was right. With that, he handed the knife over to the older Winchester after wiping it clean of his blood.
"Just... just look..." Dean carefully sliced his forearm, making sure to not hit a vein. Blood dripped from the wound and Sam stared at him with a mixture of disbelief and hope. Before Dean could look up from the wound on his forearm, he and Harrison were splashed with holy water from behind. With a sigh he looked at Bobby and glared at the man who was holding a large flask in his right hand. "I'm not a demon either, you know... neither is Harrison..."
It was true, Harrison was not a demon but a cambion, a creature that born from a demon and a human parents.
"Well he sure as hell isn't human..." Bobby said, looking at the both of them.
Harrison knew if he told these men what he truly was; they would try to stop him from helping Dean in his quest. He could not let that to happen. So with that in his mind, Harrison decided to tell them his title in the supernatural world. He knew as hunters, they would know what he was after he told them his title.
The cambion crossed his arms before told them what he was in the supernatural world. "I am the Blood Sorcerer..." he knew his title had a meaning among the mundane and magical hunters. And he did not need to feel disappointed, after he told them his title; the younger Winchester pulled Dean away and Bobby Singer pointed his shotgun at him.
"The Blood Sorcerer?" hissed Bobby. "A witch that can control blood to do anything that they want?" he asked the emerald-eyed young man.
Harrison sighed at the term and mumbled under his breath, "I am not a witch... I am a wizard..."
"Give us one reason why we shouldn't shoot you right in the head for coming here..." Sam said to Harrison.
Dean pulled away from Sam and stood next to Harrison. "Enough! Harrison isn't a bad person, he was one of two people who had pulled me out of Hell!" he told Sam and Bobby.
"Dean... this is a man that had made a contract with a high demon so he could have a power to control over blood!" Sam told his older brother. "He's dangerous!"
"He's dangerous only to the people or creatures that want to hurt his loved ones!" Dean countered. "He never touches innocents!"
"Dean," Harrison called the older Winchester, making the man looked at him. "I do not care if they see me as a good guy or a bad guy. We have more important thing to discuss with them..."
Dean knew Harrison was right. There was something more important thing to talk about with them then a fact that Harrison was the Blood Sorcerer. "You're right, Harrison..." he then looked back at Sam and Bobby. "Listen there something bad will happen if we don't talk about it..."
"What Dean wants to say is... Heaven denizens have walked on earth once more to stop the apocalypse from happening..." Harrison said to the two men bluntly.
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Tbc...
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