Chapter 3
Some people want me to put Harry's angel name in and others have already guessed it. Those who guessed… Great Job! Those who don't know… well you won't know until Harry knows (or if you want to scroll through reviews) and that won't be for a while.
Thank you all for the reviews and I'm sorry it's taking me so longs to update. I'm working and trying to get ready for Coast Guard boot camp so I have no idea when I'll have time to update any of my stories. Today was a lucky day.
Apocalypse Begin
"The hell!?"
Harry glance back at the only other people alive in the room and stopped himself from cursing. He was hoping that the smoke would have hidden his actions. Obviously it wasn't thick enough.
Though Harry didn't know it, his eyes flashed white before he disappeared from the room. Sam let out a soft curse. Sure the pastor, or whatever was taking over the boy, had killed the witch but now he had to worry about stopping him from killing anyone else. He didn't even know what the kid was. He looked at Ruby and she nodded before taking them out right as the firefighters burst into the room.
Harry sighed as he washed the blood off of his hands. The throat he had tossed into a back alley with a stray dog. It wasn't his first time killing but it was still disconcerting. Sure he was Master of Death with the Hallows but… he wasn't a creature of death. Was he? His visions wanted to say otherwise.
Harry figured they were like memories. He never saw the person everyone was talking to, as if he were that person. The devil had shown up many times along with Michael, Gabriel, and sometimes Raphael. The order was random but it was definitely memories from someone's life. An angel's life. The question was… why was he getting them?
The alarm beeped loudly signifying it was six o' clock Sunday morning. He would have to go to church in an hour and he knew… he just knew that annoying demon and her pet hunter were going to be there. As long as the man waited until after his sermon… gah! Probably wasn't going to happen.
"Pastor Star may I have a word with you?"
Yup. He'd been right. The puppy and the bitch were here and right before his sermon too. Damn it!
He turned with a fake polite smile on his lips, "I'm sorry Mr. Denkel I have my sermon in five minutes. Of course you can come up afterwards if you'd like?"
"It will only take a moment-"
Be polite. Be polite. Be polite. Be polite. Be polite.
"Ah. So sorry, sir. I really must be getting up to the podium." Harry turned on his heel and walked away leaving two irritated people standing in front of the church.
"Ruby, are you sure you don't know what he is?"
"Well I would have said one of God's blessed after witnessing his purification, but now I'm not so sure. The people of God don't go around murdering people, even witches. Only…"
"Only?"
Ruby face was stuck in complete surprise. She whispered something but Sam couldn't hear. "Ruby?"
She quickly composed herself. "I-it's nothing Sam. It's not even possible. I would have felt it if he were."
"Were what?"
"Nothing, Sam. Just drop it, okay?"
Sam frowned but nodded his head. Getting information from Ruby when she didn't want to share was like pulling a tooth from a dog that was still wide awake.
After the sermon finished, Harry walked as quickly as possible to his office and shut the door. The moment his butt hit the chair he let out a groan and scrubbed his face. He did not want to deal with the duo but Sam seemed to be the type of person that was like a dog with a bone when he wanted information. He really didn't need a headache right now…
Knock. Knock.
Ugh…
"Come in."
Sam stepped in and left the door open a crack so Ruby could hear as well.
"What do you want?"
Sam blinked in surprise before pulling out his gun and pointing it directly between the pastor's eyes. "What are you?'
"Oh great! Just what I need, a gun pointed at my head. Can't we talk like civilized people."
Click.
"Fine. Your guess is as good as mine."
Sam pulled a confused… what else was it, ah yes bitchy. Sam pulled a confused bitch face and let out an elegant, "Huh?"
"Are you deaf? I said you guess is as good as mine. I thought I was human but know I'm not so sure. There are a lot of weird things happening to me."
Which was true. He had thought he was a wizard which is human but then he starts getting all these visions and he can sense dark creatures (demons were a bit harder but now that he knew what to look for he could see past their meat suit and der God were they ugly) better. It was strange and all the little clues pointed towards being not human.
"Well, what do you think you are?"
"Well, all my guesses don't match my clues and the only one I can come up with is just absurd."
Sam let out a huff and raised an eyebrow.
"An angel."
That startled a laugh out of the man. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. It's the only logical conclusion I can come to."
The gun had dropped by that point and Sam put it away. "So you seriously think you're some sort of fluffy angel that sits on someone's shoulder and watches over them?"
Before Harry could open his mouth Ruby's voice issued through the door. "Angels aren't like that at all Sam. They are warriors of God and vicious. It's actually the same conclusion I came to earlier but I knew you wouldn't believe me so I didn't say anything."
"Wait, seriously?"
Ruby was behind the door so neither man saw the malicious glee on her face at having her theory confirmed. If she could corrupt this angel…
"Well… maybe I'm not an angel… maybe I'm a vessel and have some Holy powers because of it."
Ruby snorted but again neither noticed. So to throw them off she replied, "Well there are vessel that have been known to develop angelic powers." It was complete bullcrap but they didn't need to know that. (:D)
Sam blinked and Harry's brow furrowed. He didn't believe her but it looked like Sam did. He would let the poor wayward puppy suffer. It was his own fault anyway.
"Well you can't just go around killing people now in the name of God."
Harry raised an eyebrow and sniggered, "Look I like justice and all but I think I'll leave that to the cops. Anyway you're one to lecture me. How many creatures have you killed that were innocent?"
"W-what?"
"Are you sure you aren't deaf?"
Sam flushed red. "I heard you! And none of them."
"How would you know? You just kill them."
"They were killing people!"
"So? Maybe they need to to survive. Did you think of that? Maybe it was an accident and they lost control? You are basically a creature killing vigilante. The cops are supposed to handle these sort of things."
"The cops don't know about these sort of things. And I would never kill an innocent!"
"Oh? Not even to save thousands of lives? Not even to save a family member? Or a friend? Not even to put them out of their misery? A mercy killing?"
Oh merlin… Poor Ginny.
"What will you do, Harry Potter?"
This was the worst moment of his life. To choose between killing Ginny or the seven ten year old muggle girls that had been kidnapped from their school.
He looked at Ginny and she smiled sadly. But he shook his head no.
"No? Well then I guess all of the will die."
The Death Eaters raised their wands towards the little girls with glowing green tips and Harry let out a pained cry. Voldemort turned to him and smiled almost gently. It was the scariest thing he had ever seen; even the dementors couldn't hold a candle.
"Have you chosen then?"
Slowly, so as to not agitate his wounds or throat anymore, he nodded. Lucius Malfoy pushed the silver dagger into his hands and Rookwood shoved him forwards. The little girls shivered and huddled together.
"What promise do I get that when I kill one you will let the others go," he rasped.
Voldemort just laughed and shook his head. The snake man glided over to where he stood and a long clawed finger stroked his cheek. The Dark Lord leaned forward until his lipless mouth was near his ear and their cheeks rested together.
"Dear Harry, you have none."
He pulled away with a gleeful laugh that sent shivers down Harry's spine. Slowly, ever so slowly, the green eyed wizard limped toward Ginny. He crouched down next to her broken and bleeding body and gave a lingering kiss to her lips.
"I love you."
She smiled and he quickly drove the knife into her heart. Ginny let out a soft gasp and slowly closed her eyes. He had chosen her because he knew in his heart that they would keep her alive just to play with her and he couldn't allow her to suffer anymore.
The Death Eaters laughed and sent the killing curse towards the little girls. At least they would die painlessly.
A cold body pressed against his back and steel arms wrapped around his middle. "Good choice, Harry."
Sam stuttered and Harry shook his head. "You would not kill an innocent even to get you brother back?"
Sam stared at him before stiffly walking out the door. "You're not as great as you'd like to think Sam," he murmured.
Three months had passed with no sign from Sam or Ruby and Harry allowed himself to relax a little. He went back to his regular routine, only disturbed by the occasional monster in the area. Well that was until he was in the middle of a sermon when he felt as if a nuclear bomb went off in his chest and he passed out.
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(I was seriously thinking of leaving it there but…I wanted to be nice~!)
"I think he's spoiled!"
"He's the youngest of us all but he's almost as powerful as Michael and Lucifer."
"He doesn't deserve what he has, ungrateful little brat!"
"Just ignore them."
He blinked and looked up into those ocean blue eyes happily. "Lucifer!"
"Hello, fledgling."
"Why are you here? Michael says you don't like it down here."
The angel snorted. "I do not. These pitiful human emotions are affecting many angelic duties. And obviously messing with their heads."
Even though the other angels couldn't see the man didn't mean they didn't feel the glare that had been directed at them. The voices stopped talking immediately.
"I like it! Everyone is so nice!" Lucifer snorted again. "It is sad having to take so many children but I cannot be remiss in my duties."
Lucifer smiled. "No. The angel of death must never be remiss."
"Hello Death. Here are the other souls you couldn't gather!"
"Ah. Thank you child. Now I imagine your mate must be waiting for you," Death said with a small smile.
He nodded and Death shooed him away.
"My singing will never be as good as yours Michael."
The eldest angel chuckled and shifted the fledgling onto his lap. "Maybe not but it will forever be better than Gabriel and Raphael's."
There was an indignant shout of 'Hey!' in the distance and he giggled.
"Well Father says there won't be another fledgling for a while so until then, you are mine to spoil!"
He was thrown into the air and a squeal passed his lips sounding suspiciously like 'Gabriel'.
"You're supposed to be teaching me to flyyyyyyyyy!"
Gabriel had tossed him much further into the air this time and instead of catching him, let him fall right through the cloud and into the open air. Then the archangel dived after him with a whoop of joy.
There were hands on him. Two hands caressing his sides and back.
"My beautiful mate. I will never let you go," a voice whispered into his ear. And then there were lips on his, soft and sweet. He opened his eyes and-
Harry woke with a gasp as he sat up in bed. He soon found that was a mistake as his head pounded something awful.
"Pastor Star you're awake. Oh thank goodness! You just passed out in the middle of the sermon and you haven't woken up all week!"
The last part made him pause. "All week?"
"Oh yes! You've been out for seven days straight. Everyone was so worried. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong but when they ran an MRI they said your brain activity was off the charts. Do you have any ideas what went wrong?"
Harry shook his head but replied, "I kept having these strange dreams. But I don't know what's wrong."
Mrs. Thomas sighed lightly and her smile came back as she looked over at the dresser next to his bed. He followed her gaze and found get well cards, flowers, chocolates, and even some gifts.
"Everyone at church has been waiting for you to wake up. Michael just left with his father a half hour ago and I was just on my way out when you woke." Harry winced and held his head in his hands. "Would you like me to call the nurse?"
He gave the thumbs up and she walked out the door into the hallway. A few seconds later she was followed by a nurse in magenta scrubs.
"Ah Mr. Star you're awake. Everyone will be very happy to hear that. You've got a lot of admirers, you know."
He just groaned in response. The nurse (what was her name?) immediately started asking questions about where it hurt and he lightly tapped his head which was now resting in between his knees.
"On a scale of 1 to 10 how bad?"
"Ugggggh… five." Which was true because his head hurt! Every time it pounded his vision would gain little black spots and they were starting to get bigger. He couldn't hear her talk anymore because of the loud ringing inside his head. He closed his eyes and fell into darkness.
"Sam, are you sure this guy will help us."
"I'm positive Dean. This guy… he's special and-"
"Mr. Denkel!"
Sam glanced up surprised. "Hello Mrs. Thomas," he said with a smile.
"It's funny you're back in town. Here to see Pastor Star again?"
"Actually I am," he said with a small laugh.
"Oh well, you came just in time. He just woke up."
"Woke up?"
"Yeah. He's been in the hospital all week. He just collapsed in the middle of the sermon and the doctors can't find anything wrong. I was just here to share the good news." She said with a small frown.
"Really? Well we're here on some business. This is my new partner Jonathan Biggs." Last week was when Dean woke up…
"A pleasure ma'am."
"Mom, come on! We still gotta go shopping!"
"I'll be right there, hun! It really was nice seeing you again. And a pleasure meeting you Mr. Biggs." She turned and walked down the aisle to catch up with her son.
"I still think Pamela would have been a better idea. At least Bobby knows her…"
Harry woke again to a steady beeping. A sound, he realized, was there last time but he had paid it no mind. Now it was bugging the crap out of him.
"Here is his room."
Harry looked over as the door opened and in walked Sam, an elder southern scruffy looking man and another, shorter (and hotter in his opinion) man.
"Sam," he rasped followed by a coughing fit.
The nurse that let them in immediately fetched some water and he drank slowly. He nodded in thanks and she smiled and left the room.
"Sam. What are you doing here."
"We need your help."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Will you at least introduce us?"
"Oh yeah, um… Harry this is my brother Dean and our friend Bobby and this is Harden Star."
The man's face twitched and then suddenly he was bent over laughing. "H-harden! Hehehahahaha!"
Harry suddenly had the strongest urge to strangle this man.
He gasped in another breath and finally said something. "D-dude! Y-you have a p-porn st-star's name!" The he busted out laughing again.
During this time, Harry's face had steadily grown redder and Sam grew increasingly nervous. The look on Harry's face was murderous. So deciding to be the good younger brother he slapped Dean's back, hard. He was knocked over and Harry took a deep breath to calm himself.
"If you must address me by name then you will call me Harry. Got it?"
"Sure, sure. I g-got it Mr. Star," he chuckled while pulling himself off the floor.
The still murderous glare turned to Sam in accusation. The giant held up his hands in a placating gesture.
"Didn't that bitch say your brother went to Hell?"
"Wow, the pastor can curse."
"Yes. But something brought him back up. We were hoping you could help."
"What the hell could I do?"
"That's exactly what I said!"
"Shut it, southern belle I wasn't talking to you."
"Hey!"
"Well you could look at his bruise."
"Bruise?"
"Dean, show him." The shorter man huffed at being ignored but pulled off his jacket and shirt missing the wide eyed look of admiration on Harry's face. Sam didn't but he wasn't going to say it and get chewed out again. Bobby just chuckled.
Harry inhaled sharply and pulled him out of bed to touch the hand shaped bruise.
"So young…," he whispered.
"What?"
Dean being thoroughly freaked out at having his deltoid caressed pulled his shirt and jacket back on and stepped away from the boy who seemed to be in a trance.
"Harry?"
"Please tell me he didn't get hard from that," Dean said jokingly (though still a bit weirded out) once he noticed the look of bliss on the smallest males face.
Sam whacked him in the shoulder and Bobby murmured 'Idjit'. Sam then gently reached out to shake the pastor.
Harry stepped back, avoiding the touch, and apologized. "I don't… that was the most pure thing I have ever felt. Dean… I do believe you have been touched by an angel."
Dean chortled, ruining the moment and Harry frowned. "I'm not joking. I can summon him or her if you'd like."
The hunters paused and ran a critical eye over the pale boy. Dean harrumphed but Sam and Bobby agreed.
"Alright come here and take off your shirt again. I need to be in contact with the grace."
"No way. I am not taking off my shirt again. It's bad enough that you a porn star pastor, I'm not letting you-"
Harry had grabbed one side of the jacket and in a rare moment of teamwork Sam grabbed the other and they both yanked it off. Sam was able to wrestle Dean to the floor while Harry yanked off his shirt and handed his clothes to Bobby who then set them on a visitor's chair.
"Now hold still."
The moment Harry touched the marred skin again a bright light flashed across the room causing all four men to shield their eyes.
Harry was the first to open his and when they came across the figure now standing on the other side of the bed he gasped, let his jaw drop, and plopped on the floor in shock.
He was beautiful. The chestnut brown hair spiked towards the front and watery blue eyes glimmered with power. His white wings were tucked behind him but Harry knew that they would be powerful and magnificent.
Dean was off the floor like a slingshot and stabbed the newcomer's midriff with a knife. Harry growled. Stupid hunter hurting his little brother! Wait… what?
The man only blinked and pulled out the metal like it was an annoying gnat. Which truly, mortal weapons didn't hurt angels… But angels can hurt angels he thought darkly.
The sound of a gun broke him from the memories (he was positive that's what they were now) trying to pull him under. Bobby had just shot the angel with rocksalt. Harry almost scoffed.
"Who are you," Sam managed to ask.
"I am Castiel. I was the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."
"Why'd you do it," Dean asked caustically.
"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."
Harry almost squealed in joy.
AN: I hope you liked it~!