Aliens and Demons

It was dark as the Winchesters passed through the shadows, guns drawn as they approached the warehouse. Embarrassingly. it had not been till after lunch, that anyone had remembered they had traceable phones in the Impala. They had tracked them to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Now, they opened the door as quietly as they could, slipping inside cautiously. It was only a small warehouse, with metal stairs up one wall, leading to a glass fronted office overlooking the storage area. A light hung over the storage area, casting a circle of light over the ruined remains of an old car. It took Dean a moment to realise that it was actually the Impala. He would forever deny the noise he made as he looked over the broken glass, twisted metal and flat tires. Sam froze next to him.
"Is that...?"
"what did she do to my car?"
Dean growled, fuming. Suddenly, something dropped from the top of the metal stairs, landing in a crouch before them. Dean's knuckles whitened as he recognised the girl from the bar. She grinned, flashing a pair of long canines, looking between the boys and the car.
"I'm sorry. It seems my driving on this world leaves a lot to be desired."
Dean raised his gun, gritting his teeth as he stepped forward.
"Wow, wait, Dean."
Sam raised a hand to his brother's shoulder, trying to hold him back. He looked at the girl, who just smiled in amusement, completely unperturbed by the weapon. She placed her hands on her hips, cocking her head to one side like a dog as she stood with easy confidence.
"Who are you two?"
Dean growled.
"Why should we tell you anything?"
The girls grin twisted into something more menacing and she removed her sunglasses to reveal the yellow cat like eyes.
"No one has ever been able to track me, yet you two seem to keep appearing. You two manage to find me, anywhere I go."
They frowned, then Sam noticed Castiel in the shadows of a doorway behind the girl. He seemed to be listening, but he noticed Sam watching him and nodded. Sam looked at the girl once more, hoping to keep her distracted.
"What do you mean?"
She tossed the sunglasses onto a nearby table and placed her hands on her hips.
"I thought nothing of it when we met in the bar. People meet, it happens, but you seemed different. I liked that. You seemed like another hunter among the boring sheep of this planet."
Sam and Dean exchanged a confused look.
"Planet? What do you mean by 'on this planet'?"
Sam said but she ignored them and continued as though they hadn't spoken.
"Then, at the house of Anna Kennedy, the police found the car I stole, so I picked a different car. When I got into it, your scent was all over it, then I recognised your jacket. Now you turn up here, where I have been hiding. So I ask, yet again, what and who are you? No one should be able to track me and your friend is a fool to think he can sneak up behind me. I heard him the minute he entered the building and I could smell him at the door."
Castiel froze behind the girl, hand outstretched to knock her out and the three boys watched her carefully. She threw a condescending look over one shoulder and rolled her eyes as she headed for the Impala.
"Don't touch my car, bitch."
All Dean got in response, was a toss of hair over the shoulder. Then she opened the boot and pulled out one of the guns they kept there.
"Let's not mention the impressive, if not strange arsonal you carry and the stories your father wrote in his journal."
Sam cleared his throat, drawing the girl's attention.
"What are you?"
She smiled coldly.
"I do believe, I asked first, Sammy."
Castiel moved closer.
"You are not of this world."
The girl raised an eyebrow.
"How did you work that one out? Was it the yellow eyes or talking about planets?"
She said sarcastically, but Castiel just frowned.
"The yellow eyes, although strange in Humans, are not so strange on Earth among its creatures, nor is the mention of planets. Astronomy plays a large part throughout this world's history."
The girl blinked at him, expressionless and Dean just hid his face in one hand.
"Okay. No sarcasm around you. Duly noted."
She tossed the gun back into the boot of the Impala and closed it, before turned back to the Winchesters.
"Alright. I'll tell you first, so long as you tell me who you are after."
The brothers looked at each other and Sam shrugged, nodding.
"Alright."
Dean replied.
"I am Chimera Delfae, Fleet Commander of the former Therian Starfleet of the Pegasus Galaxy and Captain of the Battle Cruiser, The Dark Star."
She finished her introduction with a fist over her heart and an arm behind her, dropping into a low bow before straightening to attention with a proud smile, head held high. All three could see the power and authority radiating from her in that moment.
"You're an alien?"
Dean said in disbelief. Chimera grinned, revealing long, sharp canines.
"Never seen an alien before?"
Sam shook his head.
"Aliens don't exist."
Chimera raised an eyebrow.
"Really? I must be going crazy then. The last few hundred years must be one hell of a fantasy I dreamt up."
Sam and Dean gaped in surprise.
"Last few hundred years?"
Chimera rolled her eyes.
"Of course, that's what you focus on."
"Aliens have long existed Dean. They have visited Earth many times in the past."
The trio turned to stare at Castiel.
"What?"
"Your world has encountered aliens before."
Chimera raised an eyebrow, sniffing the air.
"Alright. I know Sylvester and Tweety here to a certain degree, but who are you sunshine? You smell the same and yet so very different."
Castiel looked at Chimera, who ignored Deans indignant "oi".
"I am Castiel, an Angel of the Lord."
Chimera snorted.
"Uhuh. If you say so. What is that, a rank of some kind in your military?"
Castiel frowned in confusion, but it was Sam who answered.
"No, he really means he is an Angel in the service of God."
Dean grinned smugly at the slight widening of Chimeras eyes. Her gaze narrowed at Castiel.
"Prove it."
Castiel glanced at the boys, before taking a step back. The warehouse darkened, lit by sudden flashes of lightening, whose light revealed the dark shadows of wings on the wall behind Castiel. The Angel suddenly radiated power, his gaze darkening. The lights brightened and the lightning faded away. Dean looked at Chimera, who, to his surprise, was grinning like a child at christmas.
"Oh that was brilliant and I thought this world was so about proving me is so much more to it all."
She let out an excited laugh, turning to the Winchesters.
"So, everything your father wrote, it's all real?"
They nodded mutely.
"By Valeria, that's amazing. You still haven't explained how you've been tracking me though?"
Sam shrugged.
"We haven't."
Chimera frowned, crossing her arms as she leant back against the Impala. She noticed how Dean squirmed and resisted a grin. Instead, she kept her focus on Sam, indicating for him to explain.
"At the bar, we couldn't work out what you were. On first thought, we believed you were a Demon, but your talk of planets and not knowing about Hell didn't fit that theory."
"We worked out that Therian was an Ancient Greek word for Shapeshifter and when we went looking into the disappearance of the crew on a cargo ship, we tracked it to Anna Kennedy's house."
Dean continued, glaring at her.
"Dean saw you in the house and recognised you then we saw you change into a cat. We were going to try and intercept you, but we got picked up by these people from the Air Force. That's how you got the car."
Chimera perked up at the sound of the military team and remembered seeing Sheppard driving a black van past but she said nothing.
"Cas got us out of their sci-fi looking prison cell and we tracked the phones in the glove compartment to find the car. We haven't been trying to track you and when we did, like you said, it was impossible."
Dean finished of, shifting in agitation. Chimera nodded as though she had expected their explanation and pushed herself of the car. She sauntered to Castiel, circling him.
"Why do you smell like those two and yet so different?"
Dean surreptitiously sniffed his jacket, which the Alien saw over the Angel's shoulder. Chimera rolled her eyes again. Something she was finding herself doing a lot with these three. She blamed Sheppard and Rodney for that though. They gave her plenty of practice.
"I'm part cat, so I have enhanced senses, moron. I'm not saying you need a shower. I can tell you had one earlier today. You reek of cheap chemicalized coconut."
Dean looked guilty as Sam glanced at him. Chimera grinned.
"Your brother on the other hand, used the chemicalized excuse humans claim is mango."
She turned back to Castiel, ignoring the funny looks the boys were giving her and each other.
"This is not my true form. This is a host who gave me permission to use his body as a vessel."
"Charming and a little disturbing."
"Least he asks permission. Demons just ride whoever they fancy."
Chimera raised an eyebrow at Dean and grinned.
"Oh please. I can tell you don't like it, even if they do ask permission."
Dean glowered but said nothing. Chimera crossed her arms again, feet apart.
"Why are you tracking the Kennedy's?"
They were silent for a minute, before Sam put his gun away and slid his hands into his Jean pockets.
"We think Lucifer put some of his Demons in charge and is preparing to use the company as one of many places to release a virus. One that will wipe out the human race."
Chimera said nothing for a moment.
"Huh."
"Huh? That's it, just huh?"
Dean looked at her like she was nuts, huffing as he put his own gun away. Chimera shrugged.
"Well, I don't know about Demons, but I can tell you, that Anna and Pierce Kennedy are not Demons. They're Goa'uld."
The boys looked perplexed.
"Goa'uld? The thing you said you were hunting, back at the bar? What are they?"
Chimera sighed,turning away from them and walking over to the table. She ran a hand through her tabby coloured hair, before hoisting herself onto the table.
"Goa'uld are a race of parasitic aliens who burrow into the back of a host's neck and control them. Then they enslave and rule over the Humans as gods, using their highly advanced technology."
Dean snorted.
"I think we would have noticed if a bunch of Aliens had enslaved us."
Chimera scowled at him.
"Well obviously they didn't control this world, moron. They forgot about the Earth somehow. I'm not sure why. There was something about a revolution in Ancient Egypt that resulted in the Stargate being buried I think. At which point, nothing could return to this planet, without spending months in a ship. With so many Humans already under their control, one piddly little planet just wasn't worth that much effort."
Sam shook his head.
"You're saying the Gods are Aliens?"
Chimera nodded.
"Oh yes. I heard all about the deaths of Anubis, Apophis, Ra, Yue."
She smiled at Dean, who did a double take.
"Me?"
He pointed to himself in surprise, then realised he had made a mistake when she scowled again.
"Lord Yue. Some Asian god I think. They met some irritating woman called Kali at one point."
"That, can't be possible."
Sam shook his head frowning. Chimera cocked her head to one side in a silent question.
"We have faced the gods ourselves. They weren't Aliens."
Chimera laughed.
"Oh I never said the Goa'uld were known for their originality. They took on the identities of the Gods, but that doesn't mean the Gods didn't exist before the Goa'uld popped up and said 'I am your god, kneel before me.'"
Chimeras voice took on a mocking tone as she spoke, showing her evident distaste for the Goa'uld.
"Honestly, from what I have heard, the Goa'uld stole everything from other races. Even their Ships were not their own design."
Dean frowned.
"What do you mean, from what you've heard?"
Chimera leaned back against the wall, pulling one foot onto the table and leaning her arm on her knee.
"I told you, I'm from the Pegasus Galaxy. We don't have Goa'uld there. We have a much worse evil."
Sam stepped forward, curiosity on his face.
"What do you fight against in the Pegasus Galaxy?"
Dean huffed.
"Oh come on, are we seriously falling for this?"
"We fight the Wraith. They harvest Humans like cattle, storing them to feed on at a later time. Usually alive."
The boys looked at her for a moment.
"Wraiths?"
Chimera shrugged.
"Not the same as what your daddy describes in his book. In fact, my friends think the stories of the Wraith, brought to Earth by survivors fleeing the Pegasus Galaxy, formed the creatures you call Vampires. I can see the relation."
The three men exchanged looks of disbelief and uncertainty, while Chimera pulled out a phone from her jacket.
"Well, as lovely as this has been, I have somewhere to break into. So I need to go. If you want to stick around and learn more, you're welcome. I'll be back late, so don't wait up."
Chimera slid of the table, returning the small phone to her pocket. Sam nudged Dean and nodded towards the girl, who had pulled a gun from a holster under her jacket and was checking the clip. Rolling his eyes, Dean cleared his throat as she returned the gun to it's place, moving on to check theone in her thigh holster.
"We want to come with you. You never know, back up might be useful."
Chimera froze, then turned to him with a raised eyebrow.
"I doubt it. I can get into places alone a lot easier then if I was dragging two Humans around."
Dean looked affronted.
"What is that suppose to mean?"
The look on Chimeras face indicated just how stupid she thought that question was.
"If an alarm goes of, security don't tend to query a cat tripping it."
Dean blushed. To be fair, her feline side was new.
"I can get them inside without tripping any alarms. Human security is very easy for an Angel to get around."
Castiel spoke up from behind. Chimera eyed him for a moment.
"Fine, but any trouble and I will have no problem in leaving you. I have no records connecting me to this world."
Dean huffed again. He wasn't surprised. She had only known them for minutes.
"Fine, but you owe me for my car. I might still shoot you, just for that."