A/N: I know, I know, another new story? Well, to tell you the truth, this one has been eating me up inside, and I had to get it out on paper. This all started as a dream I had last night, too. ( the first part, with the trucks? that actually happened ot me, minus the guy being a demon and im not going to ruin it for you. Enjoy.
Supernatural! Love this show! ( Especially Castiel)
Eventual Charecter Death, will have cussing and gore, Eventual Destiel fic.
I did use an actual Angel name. I have slightly tweaked the world and what happened in the Supernatural realm.
If you dont like what I did, you dont have to tell me. And Im not forcing you to read. I just write what makes me happy, and this story makes me all kinds of giddy.
So, please read and Review!
The girl sighed as a truck pulled up into the spot two gas pumps over from hers. There was loud music pumping from the speakers, and the people that got out were all guys, roughly around her age. They started to pump up as she walked into the station, cash held tightly in her hand. She had just passed through a few states to get back home before Monday. She went to visit family, and she was mighty tired of seeing taillights in front of her. There was nothing to stop her now.
She asked for 20 on her pump, paid and walked out of the station, running her hand through her hair as a cold wind blew. She started to fill up, leaning on her car's side and listening to the music. She narrowed her eyes as a fluttering near the men's truck caught her eye, she left her car to go see what it was. It ended up being a few folded bills, of varying amounts. She waved at the men, as they were trying to peel out of the parking lot. There was a screech, and one guy popped out of the car, his steely grey gaze caught on her own. She handed him the money, smiling lightly.
"I think you dropped this." She said, and she turned to leave. The boy grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around in a breathlessly fast twist. She opened her mouth, about to snap at him when she felt him slip something inside of her hand. It was the money, and something else. She blushed as he walked off, tossing a comment over his shoulder.
"I think you'll need it more than me, sweets." He said, and he hopped back into the truck and they peeled off, narrowly missing the cars and the red light. She shook her head, looking at the new bills in her hand. She walked back to her car, replaced the gas nozzle, and left, tucking the money into her pocket. The other object lit up slightly in her pocket, burning warmly in amongst the money. She never even noticed.
The boy watched as the girl stayed in her spot, looking at the money. It was such a trivial thing to a creature such as himself. He needed no tender of the damned souls he walked among. He was only among them to do his masters bidding.
"Put her out of your mind, Xanther." The driver said, his smile showing more teeth than possible crammed inside of his mouth. His eyes turned black and soulless among the darkened cab, and a laugh boiled like lava through the cab. The named one, Xanther, smiled as well, but his thought lay upon the girl and the necklace he gave her. It was another trinket he had picked up from one of his friend down in hell, and he was curious about what it would do to her. She was less boring than the rest of the group he was with now. She was alive with mortal energy, unlike these immortal creatures he hung with.
The girl walked into her darkened apartment, breathing in the scent of stale. She hadn't been home in two weeks, leaving the place alone. She had asked someone to feed her fish, but the last time that was asked, her fish had been replaced when she got back. Negligence was mighty powerful among her so called friends.
Surprise, surprise. Her fish were floating on the top of their tank, belly up. She growled lightly, walking into the shower and shutting the door behind her. She had to dump her boyfriend almost a month ago for he took most of her money and paid bare minimum for rent and the like. She was tired of deal with his crap, so she finally just kicked him out left his stuff outside on the doorstep and the ring on the top.
So she was alone. She stripped herself of her clothes, letting the light shine on her only tattoos on her back. There was a large pair of angel wings and a poem inside the center of them. Her long hair flowed down her chest, shining crimson in the light. She was short, only 5'3", and she was slim. She had muscles on her arms and legs, and a toned firm ass that she knew attracted everyone's attention. Her boobs were pretty decent, and as she stepped into the shower all she could think about was cleaning herself and then sleeping.
In her pocket, the money unfolded from a bright necklace, one that was losing color and heat rapidly as it lost contact with her flesh. When she stepped out of the shower, she stepped right onto it, and her leg buckled, causing her to fall heavily onto her knee. She screamed in pain, punching the ground to try to alleviate the stabbing in her foot. She rolled off of her pants, grumbling evilly in her pain as she pulled out the money. She threw it to the ground, hearing a faint clinking noise as something metallic hit the tiles. She opened her eyes, raising her head off her knee to see gold glittering faintly from underneath the money. She tugged at it, a full necklace glimmering in the light. She turning it this way and that way.
It was a plain thin, gold chain with a pendant hanging heavily from it. The pendant was a purple stone, what appeared to be amethyst, carved into the shape of fire. She touched the stone, and it glowed brightly, almost flashing quickly and seeming to send out a bright beacon into the night. Only the angelic and the demonic could see the beacon. The girl proceeded to pass out, naked and still holding the necklace tightly.
"Abbathya…." A voice called to her softly, and she groaned, her eyes fluttering open. Her eyes snapped open as she scrambled away from the person before her, still gripping the necklace tightly in her hand.
"Who…who are you?" She asked the lady, looking her over as she tried to make sense of what had happened. The lady smiled, and she looked like a younger version of Gladriel from Lord of the Rings, with flowing golden red hair and kind hazel eyes and dressed in a long, flowing white dress.
"I am Amitiel. I am the angel of Truth. And you, sweet Abbathya, are to be my vessel." The lady whispered, standing quietly in the room. Abbyathya blinked, shaking her head slightly to see if that meant that she heard the lady differently.
"Your what?" Abbyathya asked, and the lady laughed, a light airy sound. The necklace seemed to pulse in Abby's hand, drawing the attention of the white lady.
"Now please, will you let me in? I promise not to hurt you." The lady asked, and Abby shook her head, her eyes wide in fright.
"What will happen to me? My friends?" She asked, and the angel's face lost its smile at the mention of the word friends.
"Friends who abandon you? Who let your pets die?" The angle asked, gesturing softly to the still floating fish in the tank. The girl looked down in shame as she realized that she may call her people friends, but they were nothing of the sort.
"Please. My brother is looking for me. Help me? Please?" the angel asked, her hand still outstretched, and the girl glanced at it, then back at her messy apartment and the dead fish, then up to the angels face.
"How do I know this is not a trick?" She asked, and the angle laughed, her hand still outstretched as she titled her head back. A flash of lightening flared outside, and the dark shadowy outstretch of wings shadowed darkly against the pale gold of the paint on the wall. The girl looked from the wing shadows to the angel, before taking her soft, cool hand and nodding.
"Ok."
She was engulfed in light and heat and love as Amitiel took over her body, and I blinked, shaking slightly to get used to the feel of being in flesh again. It was different when you entered the dreams of a person. I glanced down at the necklace, my eyes narrowing as I kicked it harshly across the room. That was demon work, for sure, and I didn't want to know what kind of beacon it had cast off when Abbathya had touched it. I closed my eyes, feeling for the life force of my brother.
Unfortunately, I was too weak to feel anything. I sighed, running a hand through my slightly short auburn hair as I looked into the mirror, catching sight of flashing hazel eyes that changed to green the more I looked. I glanced down, noting the full form and the slenderness of my body.
"I need to find Castiel. And possibly the Winchesters." I murmured aloud, walking towards the door and blinking, suddenly in front of a house with a beat up, rusted car and fading paint. I walked closer to the house, seeing all of the enchantments against demons glowing faintly against the moonlight. I walked into the unkempt yard, looking curiously around. It has been many years since I have been called into service. Humans had always fascinated me, being able to break the Truth that I have held for so long. The gate behind me slammed shut, and a light turned on inside of the house. I glanced at it, curious and slightly startled as the front door slammed open, a man in a wheelchair rolling out with one hand on a large shot gun and the other moving him forward.
"Who's there? If you are a demon just show your ugly mug, I have waited a long time…..what in the hell?" the man asked, a scruffy beard tucked under a well worn trucker hat as I cocked my head slightly to the right in curiosity.
"How do you know about demons?" I asked softly, taking a step towards him. He cocked his gun, bracing it against the chair as he locked the wheels to his seat.
"No no, little lady, not a step further. Who are you, what are you, and how can I kill ya?" she asked, and I stayed quiet, glancing over this little man in a chair.
"I asked you a question first." I said, a little put out by the fact that he wasn't talking like I had wanted. He grunted at me, nodding his head towards the gate.
"Get the hell out of my yard." He said, and my temper flared slightly as I took a step forward.
"Do not blasphimize in front of me, mortal." I said in a disapproving tone, and he lowered his gun slightly, squinting to see me better in the odd moonlight and the darkness.
"Do I know you, kid?" He asked, and I laughed that he called me kid. I waved lightly, a tiny smile on my face as I looked him over again.
"I am Amitiel, angel of the lord, and I am looking for someone." I said, and the man sighed, unlocking his wheels and laying the gun across his lap. He wheeled backwards in a skilled move that spoke of practice, waving me closer.
"If we are going to have this talk, kid, you better come in. Mightly cold out." He said, and I followed cautiously. I did not like to be caught unawares, not this close to that dreaded night. I wandered in, noticing how there was crowded books and pictures and different items of lore on almost every surface, the items were well worn and faded, and nothing above my shoulder height was clean.
So. It was just him then.
"Who are you, and the boys are gone." The man said, whipping his hair around to face me after wheeling into the living room. I blinked at him, cocking my head to the side as I registered what he said.
"Boys? Im only looking for my brother." At this, the man before her raised a single eyebrow, leaning forward in his chair as if to help him hear her better.
"Brother?" He asked, his voice rough as his beard. I nodded slightly, watching him shift in his chair like he wanted to destroy it.
"Yes. My brother is Castiel."
In a few states over, a man in a trench coat looked up, his dark eyes scanning the tree tops as the two brothers he was with glanced between themselves, then back at their silent companion.
"Cas?" the slightly shorter one in a leather jacket asked, tucking away something in the trunk before shutting it firmly, walking over to the brooding man. He stared at the treeline for another minute, then glanced over at Dean, who was standing relatively close to him.
"Thought I felt something." He said, his face impassive as his thoughts whirled a million miles a minute. ( There is no way that she is here. She is safe, far away from this war. Michael would never send her. Right.)
Sam got into the sleek black impala behind them, taking shotgun ( No, I wanted to sit in the seat next to Dean.) as Dean placed a hand on Castiel's shoulder, smirking at him.
"Was it a hot angel babe?" he joked, turning to the car and running a hand soothingly down the side before popping open the driver side door, slipping it and waiting for either Cas to get in or angel teleport away.
Cas turned slowly, smoothly getting in the Impala as Dean cranked up the radio, singing along with whatever nonsense was being pumped out of the speakers as Sam just shook his head and looked out of the window as they peeled out of the empty parking lot. He glanced out the back window as a hint of doubt leeched into his thoughts. (That could have been anyone sent down here. There was no need for it to be her.)
A loud buzzing ring managed to top the music, which was quickly lowered as a cell phone was flipped open and pressed to Deans ear.
"Bobby?" Dean asked, short, sweet, and to the point. Cas refrained from smiling, choosing instead to glance out of the window. He wasn't paying much attention to the conversation going on infront of him before he heard Dean's voice crack.
"She said what?!" Dean said, glancing into the mirror to lock eyes with Castiel, who's interest was instantly peaked as Dean wrenched his eyes away to look back at the dark road.
"His sister?" Dean asked again, quietly, but this time Castiel leant forward, asking a loud question.
"Amitiel?" He asked, and both Sam and Dean glanced back at him before Dean's eyes returned to the road and Sam glanced between the silver phone and Cas.
"She's roaming the brothels, where do you think she is?! Idjits…." Bobby's voice crackled out of the phone, and Dean winced, lifting it away from his ear a little and turning it onto speaker so everyone could hear.
"What do you mean, sister?" Sam asked, glancing between the brooding man in the back seat and his own brother, who was holding the phone with one hand and the steering wheel with the other.
"I mean she says she's his sister. She certainly acts like it….." Bobby said, and Dean smirked, thinking about what she must look like.
"Is she a hottie?" he asked, getting a death glare from Cas and a disgusted look from Sam. Bobby laughed, and there was a light voice that came from the other end of the phone that wasn't Bobby.
"Will that white box bring me to Castiel?" the voice asked, and Castiel froze, silence looming as he recognized that voice. No. She couldn't be here. This was very, very bad.
"Whats very, very bad?" Sam asked, watching the angel in the back seat as Cas came back to himself, aware that he spoke out loud.
"She is not meant to be here. Michael will have a lot of explaining to do." Cas growled, leaning more forward in the seat.
"Well, shes here now, and she is just itching to get to you, boy." Bobby said, and Cas fell silent, searching the area again to see if he could feel any traces of his sister. His eyes narrowed as he felt the barest touch of her power with how subtle and small it was.
She would be taken for the slaughter before he could reach her, driving in this automobile. That would not do. She needed to be protected. If she was here, there was a purpose.
"Cas, you are not going to teleport on me, are you?" Dean asked, glancing in the mirror to catch the dark eyes of the brooding angel. Cas glared, shaking his head. He had promises Dean he wouldn't teleport anymore.
Cas uttered a word in enochian, one that almost made the speaker blow behind him, forcing Dean to swerve in shock.
"How long until you can be here, boys?" Bobby asked, and Dean glanced at the anxious, suddenly fidigiting angel in the back seat before he glanced at Sam, tehn back at the road.
"Three hours, four tops." Castiel returned his brooding gaze on the silver phone, wanting to hear her voice again, to make sure she was alright.
"Hurry, boy. There is little an old crippled man can do to please a young, curious angel." Bobby said, and Dean laughed, clearly making a sexual joke out of that phrase. Cas snatched the phone out of Dean's hand amongst startled protest rom Sam, whos shoulder he slammed into, before he fiddled with the buttons and finally got it off speaker phone.
"Bobby, put Amitiel on the phone." He asked softly, pleadingly. He turned slightly away from the boys upfront, glaring out the window as he listened to the rustles and the crackles that meant someone was transferring the phone.
"Castiel?" Amitiel's soft voice asked in their native tongue, and Cas had to hold back tears, to hear her voice again after so long….
"Its me, Ami." He spoke softly, ignoring Dean's face at the nickname. He heard her sigh, before she seemed to return the phone to her ear.
"Cas, I missed you. When will I see you? Can you not come here now?" she asked, and he laid his head against the cold glass as if to anchor himself. He wanted to see her again so badly….
"I promised Dean I wouldn't. I will see you soon, ok? Treat the scruffy man nicely, ok?" He asked, his shoulders tense as he heard her soft laugh.
"Ok, Cas. Please hurry." She said, and the line went dead. He passed the silver object to Sam, glaring at the trees outside.
"Please hurry, Dean." He said softly, and the throaty growl of the Impala's engine responded, roaring through the otherwise quiet and dark night.
Yellow eyes flitted open from a young, handsome face as the thrill of adrenaline rushed through him. His bride was walking the earth, where she was unprotected and ready for the taking. He grinned, stretching as he walked out of the abandoned house he had made into a fortress, preparing for such an occasion. He patted the hell hounds that wandered over, searching the scraggly forest around him to try to find which direction was the strongest with the power.
He inhaled deeply, getting the scent of the young angel as he grinned again, kneeling next to the hound beside him, one hand gripping the earth so tight it cracked.
"Boss?" called a lesser demon, Xanther. The yellow eyed demon looked at him with a lazy smile, like the cat that got all the cream.
"She's here, boy." He said, and the lesser demon nodded, walking away briskly to go tell the other demons. Yellow eyes laughed, the sound echoing an intensifying from the rebound the forest gave, and the hounds joined in with their hellish calls.
"Im coming for you, little bird….."