A/N: Ha ha, nerds. Yes, I know Star Wars takes place 'a long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away' but for convenience sake, SPN takes place before SW. Otherwise this storyline wouldn't work.
R/R, peeps.
This chapter is rated M. There is a graphic (but brief) Hell scene near the end of the chapter. It's all italicized so you can easily skip it if you want.
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"He said his name is Castiel."
Qui-Gon's fingers twitched. He lifted his hand to his head and Obi-Wan leaned over to take it away. The bandages on Qui-Gon's head itched and he had the bad habit of scratching at it. "He's human?"
"He looked human," Obi-Wan explained. "His abilities are not. He touched Shoures and exorcised the demon right out of him."
"He exorcised the demon with a touch?" Qui-Gon said incuriously. "Was it Force based?"
"It didn't feel like it. He's like a shadow… I didn't see or sense him until he was next to me."
"Is he the one sending you your visions?"
"I asked. He said no."
"Do you believe this Castiel was lying?"
Obi-Wan leaned back in his chair, frowning. He never actually considered the fact that Castiel might've lied to him. The idea just never occurred. Now that he was actually thinking of it, he wasn't sure. After all, the guy did save him. But for what purpose, Obi-Wan had no clue. It's a little hard to put trust into somebody who popped in and out whenever they felt like it. "I don't know."
Qui-Gon swiped at his eyes. He'd only woken up from his week induced coma and he still needed rest. He insisted Obi-Wan to tell him everything. "This temple you found him in; what was called?"
"The Temple of the Cross."
His Master frowned. "I'm surprised that religion is still around. It fell out of favor nearly six thousand years ago."
Obi-Wan's eyebrows rose. "You know of it?"
"Bits and pieces," Qui-Gon said. "It's mostly a human based religion. Two brothers, destined to kill each other. Some versions say the child of Light killed the child of Dark. Some say it happened the other way around."
"The Bishop I talked to said the brothers refused to kill each other."
"I could be wrong," he shrugged. "In a universe this large, facts tend to mix or fade. There's no proof of what's true." His eyes narrowed at his window. "Is that salt?"
Obi-Wan smiled sheepishly. "Extra protection. Keeps out the nasties." He mentally cringed at the slang that kept popping up at random times.
He was grateful to Qui-Gon for reacting the way he did. His Master chuckled and simply thanked him. It was a comfort to know his Master wasn't worried that Obi-Wan was changing into somebody else.
He had yet to tell Qui-Gon of Castiel's accidental name for him.
"You're upset, my Padawan," Qui-Gon said gently to him. "Did Castiel say something to you?"
Obi-Wan grinned ruefully. "Am I really that transparent?"
"I wouldn't be your Master if I couldn't read your emotions. And yes."
He rolled his eyes at him. "Castiel…" he began. "… he called me by a different name. He called me Dean."
"Did he confuse you with someone else?"
"I don't think so," Obi-Wan said. "He is a man who obviously knows what he is talking about. He just wasn't ready to tell me."
Fear bubbled into that last sentence. The more and more Obi-Wan learned, the bigger and more confusing it got. Castiel was hiding something from him, something that will change his life forever. He was sure of it.
"Close your eyes," Qui-Gon commanded. "Now, listen to the Force. What is it telling you?"
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, drowning out the noises around him. He focused on that pure endless energy, asking it a question and waited for its answer.
It doesn't give him one. "It… it doesn't know."
"Then you are not ready to know," Qui-Gon tugged on Obi-Wan's braid affectionately. "When you are, you will know."
"Yes, Master."
The two shared a knowing grin as Obi-Wan pulled his braid away from Qui-Gon's large hand. When that same hand tried to scratch at the bandages, Obi-Wan slapped it away painfully.
Qui-Gon looked at him dryly. "Brat."
"Bitch."
Jerk.
He waited for the usual response to come. When it didn't, the grin slowly melted off of Obi-Wan's face.
The headaches came. Sharp pain shot through Obi-Wan's brain and it leaves him gasping, clutching at his head, nails digging into his skull.
He could hear his Master's voice coming from far away. He wanted to respond, to tell him something but suddenly there's heat all around him and the smell of blood.
His intestines were being pulled out by a crank. Obi-Wan breathed sharply through his nose, willing himself not to scream, not to give the bastard the satisfaction, but when his stomach is next to exit his body, that's when he opened his mouth and-
The first thing he saw was Castiel pulling his fingers away. Obi-Wan was gasping, crying, trembling against his Master's hands to keep him still. They're both on the ground and immediately Obi-Wan felt guilty for forcing Qui-Gon out of bed when he should be resting.
"My suspicions are confirmed," Castiel spoke. He stood up and stepped back, staring down at Obi-Wan sadly. "I am sorry for this. I truly am."
He could barely focus on his words. He was too busy trying to keep his breathing under control, to fight off the fear that consumed him. There was so much screaming in the background…
Qui-Gon placed a hand over his racing heart and willed it to slow down. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and was able to regulate his breathing to normal speed. Nothing however, could stop him from trembling.
Qui-Gon was glaring at the man in the tan coat. "You must be Castiel."
Castiel nodded. "I am."
"What just happened to my Padawan?"
"He is remembering of Hell. I had hoped of all the memories, those would stay away but…"
"Memories?" Obi-Wan gasped. "W-w-what are you talking about?"
Castiel took a step forward towards him and Qui-Gon ignited his lightsaber, held it at the ready. "You keep your distance."
Castiel frowned at this threat. His hand shot out and he grasped the green light tightly. Sparks erupted from the saber along with a horrible hissing noise. Castiel pulls back then as Qui-Gon turned off his weapon. Smoke drifted up from Castiel's hand, no burns or reddening evident on his skin. "Your sword will not work me or others like me. So I suggest not relying on it too much."
"What are you?"
Obi-Wan knew. Force, he knew. Castiel was something special, something powerful and dangerous and for the life of him, the word to describe him refused to come.
"I'm not here to harm you, either of you," Castiel said as he sank slowly to his knee in front of them. "I am here to help."
"Help with what?" Qui-Gon demanded. "With demons?"
"Demons are only the beginning," Obi-Wan jumped as Castiel curled his hand around his left shoulder and squeezed. "There is a war coming Obi-Wan Kenobi. And you are our only hope."
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A/N: I am such an ass for allowing my imagination to run away with itself. Now I am doing a holy war of epic proportions? How the hell do these fics get away from me? R/R, peeps.