Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: [R] - Welcome To The New Age (7/10)
Title: Welcome To the New Age (7/10)
Author: nicole9514
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language, violence, blood, death
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics. The title for this arc in the Verse was taken from the song "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons.
Summary: In which, they make their way into the ravaged Jedi temple.
Word Count: 1,977
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Cas slipped inside the doors, and his eyes swept across the foyer. The large open area held the scars of the initial battle that had been fought when Roman invaded.
Saber burns, blood, bits of tile broken, and of course - death.
Cas knelt down and touched the throat of a young Jedi, his brown robes stained red. His skin was cool; there was no pulse.
Dean’s eyes were sweeping across the room while Anna knelt down next to Cas. Her eyes were sad, and older than he’d ever seen them. Dozens of dead Jedi lay on the floor, young, old, it didn’t matter.
They’d all been slaughtered.
Cas found his gaze drawn to the inscription on the wall. It had been awhile since he’d looked upon the words that had been the foundation of his being for much of his life.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no death, there is the Force.
He drew comfort from the fact that this wasn’t the end for them. They were at peace, away from this violence. They were one with the Force. Perhaps they were the lucky ones.
He and Anna rose in unison, as the sound of battle floated towards them from the distance. It was hard to locate exactly where it was coming from, the temple was a city in itself.
It was strange to see the place so devoid of life. It had always been filled with people and noise. Now there was only death.
“Move,” Dean whispered, and as one, the four of them padded down the hall deeper into the temple.
****
The noises got louder as they made their way up a flight of steps, and slipped out into the corridor that would lead them towards the training area for younglings. Cas hoped and prayed the children were still alive, but the scream that ripped down the hallway, and inhuman laughter made his heart sink.
Cas resisted the urge to run down the hall, and kept his calm.
He hugged the wall, feeling Dean close behind him, and he ducked into another corridor. The sound of heavy footfalls raced towards them, and the four of them slipped into an office, and they crouched behind a desk, and waited.
Four Dark Jedi raced past. Cas only got a glimpse but their clothes were stained with blood of various colors, and they were clearly on a mission. Cas was simply glad they were heading in the oppostite direction they were heading.
After the danger had passed, they made their way forward, passing more fallen comrades, and yes, some were younglings.
They’d died from a lightsaber wound. This temple had been hit hard, by the Dark Jedi Roman commanded.
Was no one left alive?
They couldn’t be it; this wasn’t possible.
As if in answer to his silent question, he heard a man’s angry cry, and the tell tale sound of saber’s clashing.
They darted forward, and paused at the entrance to the large open, training area. The room was lined with doors, that led to smaller rooms, all containing different equipment for the Padawan’s training.
All Jedi spent a lot of time here when they were young.
Now it was chaos.
Three enemies had closed in on a group of younglings, they were terrified. Cas could feel their fear - as the three men circled them their red saber’s casting ominous shadows around the room.
And in the middle of it all, one Jedi struggled to protect them. His blue blade swept out as he barked at the kids to stay back, while he struggled to stay in between the younglings and the predators.
He was bleeding from a deep cut on his forehead, and his clothing was torn and filthy.
The Jedi Master blocked an attack from one of the men just as another struck from the other side. He dodged leaping upward, and his foot lashed out managing to connect with one of their cheeks.
“Is that all you’ve got you bunch of cowards,” Jedi Master Crowley spat, his blade sweeping towards them.
Cas was momentarily stunned - he could feel Dean’s own shock.
Crowley flung his hand into the air, and jabbed forward, the closest enemy went flying. His head struck the wall; he sunk to the floor, and didn’t get up.
That left two.
Dean and Cas leapt into the fight. Each landing behind one of the attackers. Dean managed to kill his instantly, but Cas wasn’t so lucky.
The man blocked his blow at the last second, and suddenly he was locked in a frantic fight with a rather skilled, maniac.
Their blades whirled around, moving faster with each second.
Cas could hear his friends shouting something in the background, but he couldn’t afford to take his focus away from the duel.
Dean appeared behind the man, and it was two against one. The man didn’t stand a chance against both of them, and within moments, he crumpled to the ground dead.
Cas inhaled, and jogged over to where Crowley was speaking softly to the younglings. He stood and turned to face them as they approached.
“Well,” he smirked, “I never thought I’d be glad to see you two idiots again.”
“The feelings mutual,” Dean agreed.
“Are the children okay?” Cas asked, his eyes taking in their wide eyes, and they way they were hovering around Crowley. One of them, a young girl, with large green eyes, and black hair was clinging to his robes.
Crowley’s expression softened. “Yes. But I need to get them to safety.”
Cas knew he and Dean had been wrong in their suspicions. This man wasn’t working with Roman. He might have disliked them, and been rather unpleasant, but he wasn’t a Sith.
A Sith wouldn’t care about younglings, or risk his own life to keep them safe.
Cas nodded. “We have a ship nearby, you can take them there. They’ll be safe.“
Crowley nodded.
Cas swallowed, and asked, “Are there others still alive?”
“Yes. At least there were a few hours ago. Bloody bastards caught us off guard - but we were making a stand, holding our ground,” he paused, “but there have been many losses.” He swallowed, his expression torn. “I had to leave the fight. Master Harvelle entrusted me with getting these kids to safety, and I intend to do just that.”
Dean inhaled sharply.
“Ellen’s alive?”
Crowley blinked. “Yes. At least she was when I last saw her.”
“We were told she‘d,…never mind,” Dean said, his eyes were a little too bright. “We’re wasting time. Where are the others?”
“Near the room of a thousand fountains. The narrow corridor just before it, works great for diminishing their numbers.”
“Thank you,” Cas said, and he meant it.
Crowley nodded.
“He’s going to need help getting them out of here,” Anna said, her voice strong, and certain. “And I can guide him to the ship.”
Cas turned towards Anna; her eyes were alive, and determined.
Crowley raised an eyebrow. “And what makes you think I would want help from a child?” His tone was part taunting, part testing.
Anna stepped towards him, her head held high, her expression dangerous. “I’m not a child. And I didn’t ask for your permission to come along.”
Crowley smiled. “Good. Just make sure you keep up.”
Cas shook his head, then gripped her shoulder. “Those younglings couldn’t be in better hands - stay alert, and stay alive.”
“Yes, Master.” She gripped his hand tightly, and then walked over to where Crowley was giving the kids a pep talk.
“Alright you little brats, you’ve done well not tripping over your own feet so far. Keep it up, and we just might make it through this. Understand.”
They all nodded, their expressions serious, and brave. One of them actually hugged him.
It was clear these kids adored him, and that was all Cas needed to know. The force only knew what they’d been through together, and how hard the Jedi Master had fought to keep them alive before they’d arrived.
Those kinds of bonds couldn’t be faked or forced.
Any remaining doubts that Cas might have had about Crowley vanished. He might have been an asshole as Dean would say, but he was definitely not a traitor.
Anna would be safe with him; as safe as she could be in this situation.
“Master Crowley,” Cas said quietly, the older man looked at him. “That day in the Council chambers, did you ask Master Walker to get that footage of me and Dean for you?”
Crowley pursed his lips; his eyes glinting as if he was realizing something himself. “No. He did that on his own. It seems he hated you too even more than I did.” He smiled bitterly, his eyes full of regret, and anger.
Cas nodded.
“Bloody bastard,” Crowley growled. “Do me a favor, tell him hello for me the next time you see him.”
“I’ll do that,” Cas breathed.
Dean was standing behind him.
“Makes sense. He’s always towed the line between light and dark. Hell, he’s the best killer the council had. Someone like that, would have loved what Roman was offering.”
“Yes. He always unnerved me,” Cas agreed, “His eyes, they reminded me too much of Alastair.”
Dean touched his hand. “You ready?”
Cas inhaled deeply, his eyes taking in the deceased, and Sam who was bending over, his fingers gently closing the eyes of the fallen.
“Yes.”
******
Dean, Cas, and Sam moved down the hall - Sam felt lost. He’d heard about the Temple, but hearing about it and being in it were two very different things.
He had no idea where they were; he was staying on the others heels, his eyes drinking in the beauty underneath the death. He would probably always resent the order for the pain it had caused his mother, but he now knew not all Jedi were dicks. And he knew the Jedi were their only hope to defeat Roman and his army.
And he was beginning to think he’d have been more useful staying back on the ship, or coordinating the Separatist Fleet. But he knew he had good people, people he trusted handling that, and as useless as he might be against Dark Jedi, he wanted to be here, helping his friends.
He watched Dean wave him forward.
His brother.
He glanced at Cas, who nodded at him.
Or maybe brothers.
Cas and Dean were both family now, and the thought of not being here, watching their backs, he couldn’t do that. He had to help, they’d do the same for him.
“We’re close,” Dean mouthed.
Sam gripped his weapon, appreciating the weight and feel of his rifle.
“Dean and Castiel, and you’re still alive. My Master will be most displeased.”
Sam spun to find a dark skinned man, with a shaven head, in even darker robes leap down from a statue that towered above them. His voice dripped hate, and each of his hands held lightsabers.
Dean was in between him and the Sith in moments. “What can I say, we’re hard to kill.”
Gordon smiled. It was one of the scariest things Sam had seen in a long time. He might not be force sensitive, but even he could feel the aura of evil, and darkness surrounding him.
This man was a killer; he got off on it. He’d seen the type before.
Cas had been right, from what he knew of Alastair, those two were cut from the same cloth.
Gordon had just been better at hiding it.
“I’m glad,” he paused, licking his lips. “Killing you two myself will be so much more…fulfilling.”
Red beams erupted from the hilts, and he leapt, straight at them.
Part 8
A/N: Sorry to anyone still reading this, my health has been kind of crappy lately, haven't felt up to editing much. Finally feeling better, and I got this edited today, sorry for any remaining errors, I didn't read if over as carefully as I normally try to.
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity.
Comments are always welcomed, and appreciated.
Author: nicole9514
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language, violence, blood, death
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics. The title for this arc in the Verse was taken from the song "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons.
Summary: In which, they make their way into the ravaged Jedi temple.
Word Count: 1,977
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Cas slipped inside the doors, and his eyes swept across the foyer. The large open area held the scars of the initial battle that had been fought when Roman invaded.
Saber burns, blood, bits of tile broken, and of course - death.
Cas knelt down and touched the throat of a young Jedi, his brown robes stained red. His skin was cool; there was no pulse.
Dean’s eyes were sweeping across the room while Anna knelt down next to Cas. Her eyes were sad, and older than he’d ever seen them. Dozens of dead Jedi lay on the floor, young, old, it didn’t matter.
They’d all been slaughtered.
Cas found his gaze drawn to the inscription on the wall. It had been awhile since he’d looked upon the words that had been the foundation of his being for much of his life.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no death, there is the Force.
He drew comfort from the fact that this wasn’t the end for them. They were at peace, away from this violence. They were one with the Force. Perhaps they were the lucky ones.
He and Anna rose in unison, as the sound of battle floated towards them from the distance. It was hard to locate exactly where it was coming from, the temple was a city in itself.
It was strange to see the place so devoid of life. It had always been filled with people and noise. Now there was only death.
“Move,” Dean whispered, and as one, the four of them padded down the hall deeper into the temple.
****
The noises got louder as they made their way up a flight of steps, and slipped out into the corridor that would lead them towards the training area for younglings. Cas hoped and prayed the children were still alive, but the scream that ripped down the hallway, and inhuman laughter made his heart sink.
Cas resisted the urge to run down the hall, and kept his calm.
He hugged the wall, feeling Dean close behind him, and he ducked into another corridor. The sound of heavy footfalls raced towards them, and the four of them slipped into an office, and they crouched behind a desk, and waited.
Four Dark Jedi raced past. Cas only got a glimpse but their clothes were stained with blood of various colors, and they were clearly on a mission. Cas was simply glad they were heading in the oppostite direction they were heading.
After the danger had passed, they made their way forward, passing more fallen comrades, and yes, some were younglings.
They’d died from a lightsaber wound. This temple had been hit hard, by the Dark Jedi Roman commanded.
Was no one left alive?
They couldn’t be it; this wasn’t possible.
As if in answer to his silent question, he heard a man’s angry cry, and the tell tale sound of saber’s clashing.
They darted forward, and paused at the entrance to the large open, training area. The room was lined with doors, that led to smaller rooms, all containing different equipment for the Padawan’s training.
All Jedi spent a lot of time here when they were young.
Now it was chaos.
Three enemies had closed in on a group of younglings, they were terrified. Cas could feel their fear - as the three men circled them their red saber’s casting ominous shadows around the room.
And in the middle of it all, one Jedi struggled to protect them. His blue blade swept out as he barked at the kids to stay back, while he struggled to stay in between the younglings and the predators.
He was bleeding from a deep cut on his forehead, and his clothing was torn and filthy.
The Jedi Master blocked an attack from one of the men just as another struck from the other side. He dodged leaping upward, and his foot lashed out managing to connect with one of their cheeks.
“Is that all you’ve got you bunch of cowards,” Jedi Master Crowley spat, his blade sweeping towards them.
Cas was momentarily stunned - he could feel Dean’s own shock.
Crowley flung his hand into the air, and jabbed forward, the closest enemy went flying. His head struck the wall; he sunk to the floor, and didn’t get up.
That left two.
Dean and Cas leapt into the fight. Each landing behind one of the attackers. Dean managed to kill his instantly, but Cas wasn’t so lucky.
The man blocked his blow at the last second, and suddenly he was locked in a frantic fight with a rather skilled, maniac.
Their blades whirled around, moving faster with each second.
Cas could hear his friends shouting something in the background, but he couldn’t afford to take his focus away from the duel.
Dean appeared behind the man, and it was two against one. The man didn’t stand a chance against both of them, and within moments, he crumpled to the ground dead.
Cas inhaled, and jogged over to where Crowley was speaking softly to the younglings. He stood and turned to face them as they approached.
“Well,” he smirked, “I never thought I’d be glad to see you two idiots again.”
“The feelings mutual,” Dean agreed.
“Are the children okay?” Cas asked, his eyes taking in their wide eyes, and they way they were hovering around Crowley. One of them, a young girl, with large green eyes, and black hair was clinging to his robes.
Crowley’s expression softened. “Yes. But I need to get them to safety.”
Cas knew he and Dean had been wrong in their suspicions. This man wasn’t working with Roman. He might have disliked them, and been rather unpleasant, but he wasn’t a Sith.
A Sith wouldn’t care about younglings, or risk his own life to keep them safe.
Cas nodded. “We have a ship nearby, you can take them there. They’ll be safe.“
Crowley nodded.
Cas swallowed, and asked, “Are there others still alive?”
“Yes. At least there were a few hours ago. Bloody bastards caught us off guard - but we were making a stand, holding our ground,” he paused, “but there have been many losses.” He swallowed, his expression torn. “I had to leave the fight. Master Harvelle entrusted me with getting these kids to safety, and I intend to do just that.”
Dean inhaled sharply.
“Ellen’s alive?”
Crowley blinked. “Yes. At least she was when I last saw her.”
“We were told she‘d,…never mind,” Dean said, his eyes were a little too bright. “We’re wasting time. Where are the others?”
“Near the room of a thousand fountains. The narrow corridor just before it, works great for diminishing their numbers.”
“Thank you,” Cas said, and he meant it.
Crowley nodded.
“He’s going to need help getting them out of here,” Anna said, her voice strong, and certain. “And I can guide him to the ship.”
Cas turned towards Anna; her eyes were alive, and determined.
Crowley raised an eyebrow. “And what makes you think I would want help from a child?” His tone was part taunting, part testing.
Anna stepped towards him, her head held high, her expression dangerous. “I’m not a child. And I didn’t ask for your permission to come along.”
Crowley smiled. “Good. Just make sure you keep up.”
Cas shook his head, then gripped her shoulder. “Those younglings couldn’t be in better hands - stay alert, and stay alive.”
“Yes, Master.” She gripped his hand tightly, and then walked over to where Crowley was giving the kids a pep talk.
“Alright you little brats, you’ve done well not tripping over your own feet so far. Keep it up, and we just might make it through this. Understand.”
They all nodded, their expressions serious, and brave. One of them actually hugged him.
It was clear these kids adored him, and that was all Cas needed to know. The force only knew what they’d been through together, and how hard the Jedi Master had fought to keep them alive before they’d arrived.
Those kinds of bonds couldn’t be faked or forced.
Any remaining doubts that Cas might have had about Crowley vanished. He might have been an asshole as Dean would say, but he was definitely not a traitor.
Anna would be safe with him; as safe as she could be in this situation.
“Master Crowley,” Cas said quietly, the older man looked at him. “That day in the Council chambers, did you ask Master Walker to get that footage of me and Dean for you?”
Crowley pursed his lips; his eyes glinting as if he was realizing something himself. “No. He did that on his own. It seems he hated you too even more than I did.” He smiled bitterly, his eyes full of regret, and anger.
Cas nodded.
“Bloody bastard,” Crowley growled. “Do me a favor, tell him hello for me the next time you see him.”
“I’ll do that,” Cas breathed.
Dean was standing behind him.
“Makes sense. He’s always towed the line between light and dark. Hell, he’s the best killer the council had. Someone like that, would have loved what Roman was offering.”
“Yes. He always unnerved me,” Cas agreed, “His eyes, they reminded me too much of Alastair.”
Dean touched his hand. “You ready?”
Cas inhaled deeply, his eyes taking in the deceased, and Sam who was bending over, his fingers gently closing the eyes of the fallen.
“Yes.”
******
Dean, Cas, and Sam moved down the hall - Sam felt lost. He’d heard about the Temple, but hearing about it and being in it were two very different things.
He had no idea where they were; he was staying on the others heels, his eyes drinking in the beauty underneath the death. He would probably always resent the order for the pain it had caused his mother, but he now knew not all Jedi were dicks. And he knew the Jedi were their only hope to defeat Roman and his army.
And he was beginning to think he’d have been more useful staying back on the ship, or coordinating the Separatist Fleet. But he knew he had good people, people he trusted handling that, and as useless as he might be against Dark Jedi, he wanted to be here, helping his friends.
He watched Dean wave him forward.
His brother.
He glanced at Cas, who nodded at him.
Or maybe brothers.
Cas and Dean were both family now, and the thought of not being here, watching their backs, he couldn’t do that. He had to help, they’d do the same for him.
“We’re close,” Dean mouthed.
Sam gripped his weapon, appreciating the weight and feel of his rifle.
“Dean and Castiel, and you’re still alive. My Master will be most displeased.”
Sam spun to find a dark skinned man, with a shaven head, in even darker robes leap down from a statue that towered above them. His voice dripped hate, and each of his hands held lightsabers.
Dean was in between him and the Sith in moments. “What can I say, we’re hard to kill.”
Gordon smiled. It was one of the scariest things Sam had seen in a long time. He might not be force sensitive, but even he could feel the aura of evil, and darkness surrounding him.
This man was a killer; he got off on it. He’d seen the type before.
Cas had been right, from what he knew of Alastair, those two were cut from the same cloth.
Gordon had just been better at hiding it.
“I’m glad,” he paused, licking his lips. “Killing you two myself will be so much more…fulfilling.”
Red beams erupted from the hilts, and he leapt, straight at them.
Part 8
A/N: Sorry to anyone still reading this, my health has been kind of crappy lately, haven't felt up to editing much. Finally feeling better, and I got this edited today, sorry for any remaining errors, I didn't read if over as carefully as I normally try to.
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity.
Comments are always welcomed, and appreciated.