The Plunnie Ate My Brain
(19) The Supernatural Crossover Idea
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Title: Wish
Rating: PG15
Genre: Family, Romance, Supernatural
Pairing: Harry/Castiel
Summary: It had to be the worse idea ever. Had to be. When people found out, there would be not only Hell but Heaven to pay... A half-demon in love with an angel? Definitely the worst idea ever.
The Explanation: This one I am actually writing, so it's more of a sneak peak than anything else. The writing is slow-going, however, due to the fact that aside from fanfiction and Super-Wiki, I know very little about the series seeing as I haven't watched further than the first three episodes of season one. I'm watching season four right now to get Castiel's character right, and then I'll be watching season five because that's when the main story takes place.
Please read the question at the end.
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Prologue
She pulled her jacket closer to her body in an effort to create just a bit more heat in the freezing air of late fall. Winter seemed to be shoving it's way forward, despite that fall still had over a month and a half to flourish. She glanced around, biting at her lip, before checking the box one last time. She breathed in deeply, closed her eyes, and buried the box before she could change her mind.
This was possibly one of the worst decisions she could have ever made. Certainly, if her mother ever knew – if she had been alive to know – she would possibly end up in a hole right next to the box. But then, her mother had never liked her anyway, not since her father had told her the truth. About him, about her…. Her mother was a Hunter. Her father was a natural born witch.
Nevertheless, she was desperate.
The doctor said it would be impossible. She would never be able to reach a dream she'd had since she was five years old. All due to one small defect, a genetic quirk passed down from her paternal grandmother. All right, she could handle that. Then the agency rejected her petition because she was only twenty-one. Then another. And another. The fourth accepted… however, she was waitlisted for eight years. That she couldn't accept.
She vowed from the moment her cousin Pearl brought home baby Sara that one day she would be a mother, that she have her own baby, her own child to love and to raise. She wanted one so badly. So she decided that if nature and the government would thwart her, she would turn to her father's side of the family and use magic.
She researched for months before she found the ritual to summon a Crossroads Demon; a wish granter. She didn't hesitate. Within a week the necessary items were gathered and a place chosen to perform the ritual.
And so here she was, holding her breath and awaiting the arrival of a demon.
"Now then. What's a pretty lit'il thing like you doing in such a dreary place like this?"
She turned, almost making herself dizzy. Her heart jumped into her throat. A man stood behind her, slightly overdressed for the location with his black suit and heavy overcoat, looking as though he appeared from nowhere. But then, she realized, he did appear from nowhere.
He walked forward slowly, hands in his pockets, features set in what looked to be a permanent smug look.
"Well? I dun have all day, luv."
"I want a baby," she blurted out. He raised an eyebrow and her face flushed. "I mean, I want to be a mother. Always have. But I'm infertile, and the only agency that didn't turn me away said I'd have to wait eight years for a viable adoption, and I just can't wait eight years, and… please," she clutched at her jacket, shivering. "I don't care what I have to give up, what I have to sell…. As long as I can have a baby."
He eyed her with slightly more interest than he showed before, considering. "What's your name?" She looked startled.
"Um… Lily. Lily Evans," she said slowly, brows furrowing in confusion. He smirked.
"Well, Miss Lily – may I call you Lily? – I believe we might be able to make a deal. Of course," he added, "there is a price."
She nodded, determined. "Anything." He smirked.
"You want a baby, eh? Well, I want an heir." She paled. "You may have your child, so long as you carry mine. Oh, don't worry," he said, attempting to look reassuring. "I'll make sure you're well taken care of, and that the child will want for nothing. You'll even get to keep your soul until you die a natural death – after which your soul belongs to me. So, then. Do we have a deal?"
Lily swallowed. "You… you won't take the baby away? He or she can stay with me?"
"Like I have time to watch a crawling, drooling poop machine," he said with a sneer. "No, you'll do all the raising. I'll just… pop in now n' then. Kid's gotta know who his father is, after all."
Lily considered. It didn't take her much time.
"What's your name? I should know the name of the father of my child." The demon gave her a wicked grin.
"Call me Crowley, luv."
"All right. Then, Crowley, we have a deal."
Crowley laughed darkly, laid a hand on her shoulder, and without another word they disappeared as though they had never been.
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Three weeks later, to the astonishment of her obstetrician, Lily was declared pregnant.
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Chapter One
When Harry was five, he noticed something rather unusual about his family. Unlike most of the children in his kindergarten class, his father was not the man his mother was married to. They lived in a very small town where such an occurrence was unusual but not unheard of, and in fact, it was mostly a rumor – albeit true – that his mother Lily had had a child out of wedlock at a young age and married his well-to-do stepfather a few years later.
Of course, this was not the unusual thing. What was unusual about his family, and the reasons the rumors had not yet proven true, was that his father would visit him at night, usually long after his mother and step-father had gone to bed. He had always done so, for as long as Harry could remember.
When he had finally asked his mother why, she had gone very silent for a long time, her lips pinched in a manner he recognized as her 'I'm upset and trying not to show it' face. She told him that his father worked odd hours, but that she would make sure he showed up during that day from now on – like a normal person. (She said the last part very quietly, so he thought perhaps he wasn't meant to have heard it.)
That night she sent him to sleep over at his friend's house, and from then on, on every Saturday, his father would pick him up during the day and take him out. Of course, he still showed up during the night, but Harry promised he would keep it a secret.
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When Harry was eight, his mother sat him down and very gently told him that she was a witch and his father was a demon. He told her he already knew. This time he received her 'That man is going to get it' face, like the one she made when she found out his father was still visiting him in the middle of the night, or when James, his step-father, played pranks on their grouchy old neighbor Mr. Gerstein, who was always yelling at the paperboy for throwing his paper on the grass.
Harry very quickly reassured his mother that his father only told him about his demon parentage. He found out about being half-witch from her father's journal up in the attic.
Nevertheless, Lily Potter was not happy to know that his father had been teaching him to use his combined gifts, seeing as he was… well, to be polite, a demon with very loose morals. She insisted that Harry commit part of his weekends – the part that was not already devoted to his father – learning from her the ways of natural witchcraft. Harry didn't much like having his weekends taken away, but the magic lessons more than made up for it.
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When Harry was eleven, he went to Hell for the first time. It had been a very bad day. Lily and James, wanting a child between the two of them, finally signed the papers to adopt another child just a few weeks before. While becoming a big brother to a very cute two-year-old was in no way a problem (and in fact, Harry would do his father proud against any who would dare harm his new brother), the stress of having a new toddler in the house and the random outburst of magical puberty had been steadily driving James and his mother up a metaphorical wall.
Harry didn't really see what the big deal was. One accidentally blown up lamp, and off to his room he's sent with a firm scolding ringing in his ears. All he remembered from that time was wishing very hard to be with his father and away from all of the tension, and the next thing he knew, the air was thick with the smell of sulfur and he's peeling off his sweater as though it were the middle of June and not a snowy, freezing January afternoon.
Luckily, his father managed to find him before anyone else did and hid him away in the corner of Hell he had wrested for himself.
Harry found he didn't really like Hell all that much. No one did, according to his father, not even the demons who lived there. It never became one of his favorite places, but the three days he spent with his father there were the best he'd ever had.
The fact that his mother never found out made it all the better.
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The first time Harry's demon half actively surfaced, he was sixteen and a careless driver nearly struck his little brother as he was riding his new bike across a crosswalk. He felt no remorse when his magic flattened a tire and jammed the steering of the car, which in turn caused it to crash into a stop sign. The driver got no more than a nice bruise, a hefty fine, and a large repair bill, but his mother was furious when she found out.
His father bought him a car.
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The first time he really fought with his father, he was nineteen and his boyfriend of two years had cheated on him with a girl and called him a fag in front of what must have been half his college dorm in an effort to save face. His father wanted to track the guy down, trick him into a deal, and forcefully bring his soul down to hell via his hellhounds, but Harry firmly put his foot down.
They argued for half an hour. Harry said it wasn't worth it, and that the girl was such a slut she would probably give him syphilis. His father didn't care. In the end, Harry had to threaten to ward his room with devil traps (the ones that affected his father, but didn't work that well on him) before his father dropped the subject… by leaving the room and not speaking to him for a month.
When Harry was twenty-four, Lucifer escaped from his cage and the apocalypse threatened the world.
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