Fanfic: Firebird (4/?)
Title: Firebird (4/?)
Author: mysticallight6
Characters: Castiel, Bobby, some OCs
Genre: Adventure, Supernatural
Rating: T
Summary: AU end of season 6. Eve won the earth, Raphael won heaven and the Winchesters are nowhere to be found. All is not lost though. There are still those willing to fight to their dying breath to save the souls of the planets' inhabitants. Human!Cas, Creature!Winchesters
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, at all.
Thank you to those of you still reading this story. I'm still writing it because of you. Currently I'm working on chapter 9 myself but here is chapter 4 for your enjoyment. Please, let me know what you think.
Sam Winchester was alive. His clothes, or what remained of them, were just a simple black tee-shirt covered with holes and dirt and jeans that were about the same. He wore on his feet the same boots he'd always worn. His hair had gotten longer - not too long, just a little longer than the last time Castiel had seen him.
And fangs, claws and deep, blood-red eyes - that was new. Sam Winchester was a very hungry monster if the drool dripping on Castiel's neck meant anything significant.
"Sam," Castiel said while struggling, "it's me - Castiel."
The Sam-creature didn't hear him as he snarled and attempted to bite Castiel's neck with his too sharp, non-human teeth.
"Sam, please - I raised both you and your brother from Perdition. We fought to stop the Apocalypse together. I am your friend - please stop attempting to eat me."
At that moment, Sam leaned back slightly and made a coughing noise deep in his throat. Through narrowed eyes, he leaned in and tilted his head slightly off balance as if studying Castiel's face.
"Ca...Ca...stiel?" His voice came out strained, as though unused for days.
Relief swept over Castiel like a wave. "That's right, Sam. It is me."
Sam blinked a few more times as he slowly took in the entire sight of his former angel friend. No one said anything for several minutes and Sam finally opened his mouth again. Castiel expected a better question to come out of Sam's mouth but instead he asked, "Whose clothes are you wearing?"
Castiel looked down at his faded green tee-shirt, covered by a brown flannel button down and shrugged his shoulders as best he could while still pinned on the ground. "My own. Would you please get off of me now; you are rather heavy."
Sam stared for longer than Castiel was comfortable with and finally moved himself so he was sitting on the ground beside him. Mindful of a dull pain in his back that his brain told him he was lying on a rock, Castiel pushed himself up to properly face him.
"It is good to see you Sam though in these circumstances...you can't help but think I am a little..."
"Disappointed?"
Castiel rolled his eyes and Sam sighed in response.
"Cas, man - I am also so glad to see you but...your scent it's..."
Scent? Wonderful, so now Sam can identify him from the hormones being secreted off of his body. "I am human now Sam, fallen from grace," Castiel said shamefully.
That wasn't the answer Sam had wanted to hear if his deeper frown was any indication. "How long?" he asked seriously.
"About a year."
"Before...?"
Before? Ah. "Yes, before the earth went to...the sad, sorry state it now finds itself in."
Shrugging his shoulders, Sam said, "From your scent I thought you were something new that Mother created."
Castiel shook his head slowly, mentally calculating how far gone Sam had to be to begin calling Eve 'Mother' "No Sam, I told you already - I am merely human."
Both Castiel and Sam stood up and Sam slowly shook his head and then for no reason poked Castiel on the shoulder.
"I do smell the human on you of course. However, (he took another sniff) there is something…otherworldly about you as well."
That was a revelation to Castiel. Perhaps there was a remnant of his grace remaining hidden in his body, lying dormant. He kept his face neutral and did his best to put it at the back of his mind to reflect on it on the ride home.
"Sam, if I may ask - how did you come to be here? Where is your brother?"
Sam furrowed his brow and looked momentarily lost. "Brother?"
A gust of wind blew from the east making Castiel feel displeased. He'd left his coat back in his car. Sam didn't seem perturbed by the cold but…the cold never really bothered him to begin with anyway.
"Dean. Sam, where is he? Waiting for you in the woods?" Castiel asked, watching Sam's face very carefully.
Sam pushed his wind-blown hair out of his face and left his hand stayed positioned on his head. "I haven't seen Dean since...since..."
Sam shut his eyes and squeezed them tight. He fell to his knees and Castiel followed him to the ground. He laid a hand on his friend's shoulder and asked, "What is wrong Sam?"
When Sam looked up again he put both hands on Castiel's shoulders and shook him while saying, "You've gotta get out of here, Cas. Right now."
"Why? What is wrong?" Castiel asked, looking at the sky. Nightfall had arrived without his knowing it and he was still several yards from his waiting vehicle.
Through clenched teeth Sam forced himself to say, "It's almost time for feeding and I don't want you to get hurt. Get outta here Cas! NOW!"
Knowing there was nothing more he could do, Castiel got to his feet and ran to the waiting Ford. He watched Sam's silhouette diminish the further away he went, his hope disappearing along with it.
"Repeat that again?"
"I said that I have located Rifle 2. He is near Garrison."
"Garrison…" Bobby said as the line began to fizzle out.
Castiel smacked the top of the machine and said into the microphone, "Garrison, Montana."
Cell phones were a precious commodity but Castiel would never, ever be able to properly appreciate the ham radio like Bobby. It was big and clunky and what he wouldn't give for a small object than this big box sitting on the passenger side seat.
"I will be home sometime tomorrow afternoon should I not run into any troubles."
"All right Feathers. See you then."
"Please stop calling me that." Castiel did not receive an answer.
Castiel knew that he was arriving much later than he'd promised as the sky was now a pleasant shade of pinkish orange. Bobby stood waiting for him out on the porch, scowling and his arms crossed against his chest. Castiel said nothing as he parked his car and walked up the steps, head bent low like a repentant child. The seasoned hunter said nothing as he turned and walked back inside of his house. Castiel followed and stopped to poke his head in the study/library where former police sheriff turned Resistance member Jody Mills sat on the couch watching the sky from out of the nearby window.
"Mrs. Mills," Castiel said solemnly.
Jody turned and gave him a grin herself. "Please Castiel - call me Jody. Mrs. Mills was my mother-in-law."
"Jody was just stopping by to drop off some supplies. She's staying for dinner," Bobby said.
"If that's all right with you of course," Jody said, making a move to stand.
"Um, yes - it is fine with me. Why would it not be?" Castiel asked, looking to Bobby for an answer.
"Great," Bobby said without bothering to address Cas' concern, "It'll be ready in ten. Feathers, you set the table."
Castiel gave Jody a fleeting grin as he followed Bobby into the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later they were all seated around the table eating and talking about their odds in trying to fix the world this time.
"It looks impossible. We haven't even got the Winchester boys this time," Jody said, now completely versed in the many ways the boys had saved the universe before they themselves vanished into the dark.
"Well it's getting late so I had better get going. Thanks for the meal," Jody said, standing and shrugging into her jacket.
"Thank you for driving in all the way from Cleveland," Bobby said, also standing and motioning for Castiel to do the same.
She gave both of them a kiss on the cheek (and Bobby an extra hug) and left.
When the door was closed and the kitchen was cleaned, Bobby turned to Castiel and said with a sigh, "All right Feathers, tell me what you found."
An hour later and Bobby poured himself his third glass of scotch since they had begun speaking. "So Sam's still alive?"
"Yes."
A sigh. "And he's been turned into some kind of blood drinking, vampire-like creature and he turned Jan Evans into one too."
"I am afraid so."
Bobby snorted into his drink. "Sam drinking blood. Times don't really change much do they?"
"There was something a little strange, well, stranger - when I asked him where Dean was it took him a minute to remember who I was talking about. Like he had forgotten all about his own brother which you and I both know is not normal under any circumstances."
"Not even under pain of death would either Sam or Dean Winchester forget their own brother," Bobby said moving his glass to his mouth. He stilled his hand before taking a drink.
Castiel nodded somberly and grabbed the now half empty bottle of scotch. He took a drink and did his best to not choke as it burned his throat going down. The pain felt satisfying.
Rustling the papers on his desk, Bobby tried to find his map. "Show me again where he was."
Castiel found the map beneath a medieval tome. While he searched for the location, Bobby ran his hand through his beard and then scratched his head.
"Here," Castiel said pointing to a blip on the map, "a small town called 'Garrison'."
Bobby nodded while he made the calculations in his head. "That's, what, eleven or so hours by car?"
"Thirteen and half really. Why?"
Castiel gave Bobby a look and the man looked back at him. "Maybe it would be worth it to take some time off and investigate. You know, to see what their game plan is."
"But, Bobby, you would be exposed. Vulnerable if we are to be attacked."
"Maybe," Bobby said, really looking at him, "but I'm willing to take the risk. It's for the boys, Castiel - unless you'd like to share your next potion."
Immediately Castiel shook his head. "You do not want to drink of that potion Bobby. It is worse than...than the most disgusting rotgut you have ever consumed."
Bobby chuckled and ruffled Castiel's hair which simultaneously annoyed the fallen angel but also seemed to lift an invisible weight off of his shoulders. After searching for so long, they finally had a small kindling of hope.
Sighing and looking down at the map, Bobby said, "We'll need a week to shut down completely. After that - just the open roads."
"And a hunt," Castiel added.
"Right - just another hunt."
Author: mysticallight6
Characters: Castiel, Bobby, some OCs
Genre: Adventure, Supernatural
Rating: T
Summary: AU end of season 6. Eve won the earth, Raphael won heaven and the Winchesters are nowhere to be found. All is not lost though. There are still those willing to fight to their dying breath to save the souls of the planets' inhabitants. Human!Cas, Creature!Winchesters
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, at all.
Thank you to those of you still reading this story. I'm still writing it because of you. Currently I'm working on chapter 9 myself but here is chapter 4 for your enjoyment. Please, let me know what you think.
Sam Winchester was alive. His clothes, or what remained of them, were just a simple black tee-shirt covered with holes and dirt and jeans that were about the same. He wore on his feet the same boots he'd always worn. His hair had gotten longer - not too long, just a little longer than the last time Castiel had seen him.
And fangs, claws and deep, blood-red eyes - that was new. Sam Winchester was a very hungry monster if the drool dripping on Castiel's neck meant anything significant.
"Sam," Castiel said while struggling, "it's me - Castiel."
The Sam-creature didn't hear him as he snarled and attempted to bite Castiel's neck with his too sharp, non-human teeth.
"Sam, please - I raised both you and your brother from Perdition. We fought to stop the Apocalypse together. I am your friend - please stop attempting to eat me."
At that moment, Sam leaned back slightly and made a coughing noise deep in his throat. Through narrowed eyes, he leaned in and tilted his head slightly off balance as if studying Castiel's face.
"Ca...Ca...stiel?" His voice came out strained, as though unused for days.
Relief swept over Castiel like a wave. "That's right, Sam. It is me."
Sam blinked a few more times as he slowly took in the entire sight of his former angel friend. No one said anything for several minutes and Sam finally opened his mouth again. Castiel expected a better question to come out of Sam's mouth but instead he asked, "Whose clothes are you wearing?"
Castiel looked down at his faded green tee-shirt, covered by a brown flannel button down and shrugged his shoulders as best he could while still pinned on the ground. "My own. Would you please get off of me now; you are rather heavy."
Sam stared for longer than Castiel was comfortable with and finally moved himself so he was sitting on the ground beside him. Mindful of a dull pain in his back that his brain told him he was lying on a rock, Castiel pushed himself up to properly face him.
"It is good to see you Sam though in these circumstances...you can't help but think I am a little..."
"Disappointed?"
Castiel rolled his eyes and Sam sighed in response.
"Cas, man - I am also so glad to see you but...your scent it's..."
Scent? Wonderful, so now Sam can identify him from the hormones being secreted off of his body. "I am human now Sam, fallen from grace," Castiel said shamefully.
That wasn't the answer Sam had wanted to hear if his deeper frown was any indication. "How long?" he asked seriously.
"About a year."
"Before...?"
Before? Ah. "Yes, before the earth went to...the sad, sorry state it now finds itself in."
Shrugging his shoulders, Sam said, "From your scent I thought you were something new that Mother created."
Castiel shook his head slowly, mentally calculating how far gone Sam had to be to begin calling Eve 'Mother' "No Sam, I told you already - I am merely human."
Both Castiel and Sam stood up and Sam slowly shook his head and then for no reason poked Castiel on the shoulder.
"I do smell the human on you of course. However, (he took another sniff) there is something…otherworldly about you as well."
That was a revelation to Castiel. Perhaps there was a remnant of his grace remaining hidden in his body, lying dormant. He kept his face neutral and did his best to put it at the back of his mind to reflect on it on the ride home.
"Sam, if I may ask - how did you come to be here? Where is your brother?"
Sam furrowed his brow and looked momentarily lost. "Brother?"
A gust of wind blew from the east making Castiel feel displeased. He'd left his coat back in his car. Sam didn't seem perturbed by the cold but…the cold never really bothered him to begin with anyway.
"Dean. Sam, where is he? Waiting for you in the woods?" Castiel asked, watching Sam's face very carefully.
Sam pushed his wind-blown hair out of his face and left his hand stayed positioned on his head. "I haven't seen Dean since...since..."
Sam shut his eyes and squeezed them tight. He fell to his knees and Castiel followed him to the ground. He laid a hand on his friend's shoulder and asked, "What is wrong Sam?"
When Sam looked up again he put both hands on Castiel's shoulders and shook him while saying, "You've gotta get out of here, Cas. Right now."
"Why? What is wrong?" Castiel asked, looking at the sky. Nightfall had arrived without his knowing it and he was still several yards from his waiting vehicle.
Through clenched teeth Sam forced himself to say, "It's almost time for feeding and I don't want you to get hurt. Get outta here Cas! NOW!"
Knowing there was nothing more he could do, Castiel got to his feet and ran to the waiting Ford. He watched Sam's silhouette diminish the further away he went, his hope disappearing along with it.
"Repeat that again?"
"I said that I have located Rifle 2. He is near Garrison."
"Garrison…" Bobby said as the line began to fizzle out.
Castiel smacked the top of the machine and said into the microphone, "Garrison, Montana."
Cell phones were a precious commodity but Castiel would never, ever be able to properly appreciate the ham radio like Bobby. It was big and clunky and what he wouldn't give for a small object than this big box sitting on the passenger side seat.
"I will be home sometime tomorrow afternoon should I not run into any troubles."
"All right Feathers. See you then."
"Please stop calling me that." Castiel did not receive an answer.
Castiel knew that he was arriving much later than he'd promised as the sky was now a pleasant shade of pinkish orange. Bobby stood waiting for him out on the porch, scowling and his arms crossed against his chest. Castiel said nothing as he parked his car and walked up the steps, head bent low like a repentant child. The seasoned hunter said nothing as he turned and walked back inside of his house. Castiel followed and stopped to poke his head in the study/library where former police sheriff turned Resistance member Jody Mills sat on the couch watching the sky from out of the nearby window.
"Mrs. Mills," Castiel said solemnly.
Jody turned and gave him a grin herself. "Please Castiel - call me Jody. Mrs. Mills was my mother-in-law."
"Jody was just stopping by to drop off some supplies. She's staying for dinner," Bobby said.
"If that's all right with you of course," Jody said, making a move to stand.
"Um, yes - it is fine with me. Why would it not be?" Castiel asked, looking to Bobby for an answer.
"Great," Bobby said without bothering to address Cas' concern, "It'll be ready in ten. Feathers, you set the table."
Castiel gave Jody a fleeting grin as he followed Bobby into the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later they were all seated around the table eating and talking about their odds in trying to fix the world this time.
"It looks impossible. We haven't even got the Winchester boys this time," Jody said, now completely versed in the many ways the boys had saved the universe before they themselves vanished into the dark.
"Well it's getting late so I had better get going. Thanks for the meal," Jody said, standing and shrugging into her jacket.
"Thank you for driving in all the way from Cleveland," Bobby said, also standing and motioning for Castiel to do the same.
She gave both of them a kiss on the cheek (and Bobby an extra hug) and left.
When the door was closed and the kitchen was cleaned, Bobby turned to Castiel and said with a sigh, "All right Feathers, tell me what you found."
An hour later and Bobby poured himself his third glass of scotch since they had begun speaking. "So Sam's still alive?"
"Yes."
A sigh. "And he's been turned into some kind of blood drinking, vampire-like creature and he turned Jan Evans into one too."
"I am afraid so."
Bobby snorted into his drink. "Sam drinking blood. Times don't really change much do they?"
"There was something a little strange, well, stranger - when I asked him where Dean was it took him a minute to remember who I was talking about. Like he had forgotten all about his own brother which you and I both know is not normal under any circumstances."
"Not even under pain of death would either Sam or Dean Winchester forget their own brother," Bobby said moving his glass to his mouth. He stilled his hand before taking a drink.
Castiel nodded somberly and grabbed the now half empty bottle of scotch. He took a drink and did his best to not choke as it burned his throat going down. The pain felt satisfying.
Rustling the papers on his desk, Bobby tried to find his map. "Show me again where he was."
Castiel found the map beneath a medieval tome. While he searched for the location, Bobby ran his hand through his beard and then scratched his head.
"Here," Castiel said pointing to a blip on the map, "a small town called 'Garrison'."
Bobby nodded while he made the calculations in his head. "That's, what, eleven or so hours by car?"
"Thirteen and half really. Why?"
Castiel gave Bobby a look and the man looked back at him. "Maybe it would be worth it to take some time off and investigate. You know, to see what their game plan is."
"But, Bobby, you would be exposed. Vulnerable if we are to be attacked."
"Maybe," Bobby said, really looking at him, "but I'm willing to take the risk. It's for the boys, Castiel - unless you'd like to share your next potion."
Immediately Castiel shook his head. "You do not want to drink of that potion Bobby. It is worse than...than the most disgusting rotgut you have ever consumed."
Bobby chuckled and ruffled Castiel's hair which simultaneously annoyed the fallen angel but also seemed to lift an invisible weight off of his shoulders. After searching for so long, they finally had a small kindling of hope.
Sighing and looking down at the map, Bobby said, "We'll need a week to shut down completely. After that - just the open roads."
"And a hunt," Castiel added.
"Right - just another hunt."