Rays of Love, Moonshine Heart (6/21): If We Ever Meet Again
Title: Rays of Love, Moonshine Heart
Author: misakikinomoto
Fandom/Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Pre-Slash (ish), Slow Burn
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel; Sam/Ruby; Crowley/Aziraphale Chuck/Becky; John/Mary
Rating: M (for the Warnings below)
Word Count: 25388
Warnings: Torture scenes described, perceived mental abuse of a minor, possible triggers, mentions of rape of unknown people, abandonment issues, serious psychological trauma of a child (can be seen as such), several references to biblical tales and possible blaspehmy, serious bastardization of said biblical stories (adapted to suit the story), detailed description of the death of a minor character
Summary:
Lucifer is going to rise, Chuck has been silent, and the Moon Wolf and the Sun Angel have yet to come into their destiny.
It'll take a lot of friends, family, and allies to get there, but Dean and Castiel know what's at stake, and know that sometimes, it takes more than just pure strength or intelligence to stop Evil.
Sometimes it take Love. They just need to get there.[Part 1 of The Eclipse Chronicles]
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Castiel frowned at the particularly bright soul climbing up the mountain towards the clearing he was going to land in for a break. He hoped to meet the Moon Wolf, because even after all this time, Castiel truly did want the wolf to be happy. But this soul in the clearing was so bright. It was brighter than the Sun, the Moon, and all the Stars in the sky, combined.
As an angel, he knew seeing the souls of other creatures was normal for him, but this soul called out to him. Similar to the call of creatures residing in the Lost Sea, where he had yet to go.
It called to his Grace, and that scared Castiel. Was it normal for a soul to call out for angel-Grace, the same way a Grace called out to another? Dean’s soul glowed so bright, and every time it pulsed, it tugged at his Grace, calling him closer. He could feel a warmth radiating from the soul, and it filled him up. It gave him the feeling he had after he drank a large mug of coff-tea- it both woke him up and warmed him up.
He flew down, landing in the clearing just before the bright soul reached it.
“Whoa! Who are you?” said the…..wolf. It was a werewolf.
The wolf had short sandy hair and bright green eyes that reminded Castiel of the broken glass that the Elves of the Easter Sea made.
“My name is Castiel. I am an Angel of the Lord.”
The werewolf looked at him oddly. It was almost like he didn’t believe Castiel. His left eyebrow had lifted up slightly, in a way that reminded him of his father when he wanted Castiel to tell him the truth about one of Gabriel’s stunts. The werewolves eyes roamed his face for a moment, and then he seemed to find whatever he was looking for, because then he nodded.
“Ah. I’m Dean. I’m a Werewolf.”
“It is nice to meet you, Dean.”
There was an awkward pause. Dean seemed to stiffen slightly, staring right into Castiel’s eyes. Castiel had always had a staring problem. Balthazar had laughed about how it freaked people out, because it was often like he was staring into their very being. But Dean didn’t seem to mind, and only stared back into his eyes, like he was looking right at Castiel’s Grace, to the very core of it, and the thought made Castiel shiver.
“So, um…what are you doing here?” said the wolf.
Castiel tilted his head slightly. It hadn’t occurred to him that people would not know of the Angel ways. He hadn’t been out of the palace a lot, or even outside their kingdom. Dean was the first person he had met.
“Among my people, it is mandatory to go on a journey to whichever place is assigned to you. I was assigned the mountains. I must fly across it before I am considered a fully functional adult angel.”
“Oh. That’s funny,” laughed the wolf. He wasn’t as stiff as he was earlier, and he had thrown his head back when he laughed. Castiel stared in awe at the beauty of this being. Were all beings outside his kingdom this beautiful? Dean’s hands had also loosened their hold on his satchel, and his eyes twinkled with ill concealed mirth. “We werewolves have a similar tradition. We gotta go on a journey through the forest and teach ourselves to Change.”
Castiel tilted his head slightly. “I’ve never seen a werewolf before.”
“And I’ve never seen an Angel before. Don’t you guys have….um, load of wings?”
Cas nodded, his wings twitching at the attention they were getting from Dean. “Yes. Many wings. I’m different.”
Dean nodded. His eyes roamed the expanse of Castiel’s wings, and Castiel blushed darkly under the attention. He felt the urge to spread them out for Dean, but stomped on it before his rebellious wings could do so.
“So I guess you make up for the lack of number with size?” Dean’s eyes were still roaming his wings, but there was a small smirk on his face that made Castiel think that he was missing out on a hidden joke. Dean’s eyes seemed to soften at the look of confusion on Castiel’s face, and his entire body seemed to relax like he had just opened himself up.
“My little brother, Sam, is infatuated with you guys. Never stops reading about your wings, and your grace, and what not.”
“And you?” asked Castiel, his lips twitching in a smile at the obvious affection in the boy’s voice.
Dean shrugged. “Never been one for reading or studying. I prefer to be out in the forest.”
Castiel smiled, shyly, looking at his feet. “I prefer to stargaze,” he offered.
“But you like studying,” deadpanned Dean.
Castiel chuckled, a sound which surprised the werewolf. Even for a teen, Castiel seemed to be very serious, with plump lips that seemed to set in a straight line and eyes that were like beams of light boring straight into your soul. Dean wouldn’t have thought that Castiel laughed.
“Yes, but only because I get to study what I want,” he said.
Dean nodded. He supposed even he would want to study if he got to choose what he studied.
“So you’re just resting?” asked Dean.
“If that is ok with you,” said Castiel, hopefully.
“Yeah, of course. I don’t own the place, or whatever,” said Dean, turning around to hide his flushed cheeks.
Castiel’s lips twitched upwards in a small smile. He was grateful that Dean had allowed him to stay in his company, in the company of his warm, enticing soul. His books had told him that wolves tended to be very territorial. “Thank you, Dean. The point of our Journey is to learn of the world outside the walls of our kingdom we are trying to protect,” he said, sitting down, near the fire Dean was starting.
“From what?” asked Dean, frowning.
“The Shadows, of course. I assumed everyone knew of them. I apologize. They are creatures of pure evil, that reside up in the Shadow Lands, where the Sun and Moon never rise,” answered Castiel.
“They don’t sound too bad, except for the “pure evil” bit.”
Castiel gazed thoughtfully into the fire.
“I’ve only ever heard stories, really, because as of yet I’m still considered a fledgling, and will remain as one till I finish this Journey. But….” He said, and then looked towards Dean.
“I’m assuming you’re eighteen, right?” he said, and Dean nodded in response.
“I’m nineteen,” replied Castiel. “Before we were born, there was a huge war. A war of epic proportions. The Shadows had slowly and steadily made their way out of their kingdom and were slowly taking over parts of the Light Kingdom.”
“Light Kingdom?” said Dean, a small smirk on his face.
Castiel shrugged. “This is History. I never said it was creative,” he replied, his lips twitching in amusement.
“Light Kingdom was the name given to the areas that were against the Shadow Lands, and the Neutral Parties, like werewolves, were all part of the Forest Kingdom. That name, obviously, came about based on the area the neutral parties lived in.”
Dean nodded to show his understanding and Castiel’s eyes brightened at the fact that he seemed to be getting more interested.
“The Light won, but the Angels have been in charge of protecting the Light Kingdom from the Shadows since then. We train our entire lives to work against the Shadow King,” said Castiel, his eyes focused on the fire again, and this time, his face was grave.
“Wow. I just have to make sure my clan remains safe,” said Dean, leaning back so that he was laying down on the ground. He motioned for Castiel to do the same. Castiel lay down on his stomach, so as to not dirty his wings.
They lay in silence for a while.
“Did you know that this mountain, Half Moon Mountain, glows?”
Dean glanced at the winged boy in surprise, “Really?”
“Yes. I could see it from my bedroom window. It always has. I suppose its something you wouldn’t notice unless you’re further away. When I was younger, my father told me about the
story of the Moon Wolf and the Sun Angel.”
“Oh yeah, Mom used to tell me that story. I tell Sammy the story now. The Moon Wolf is a legend amongst the Werewolves. Our story is probably more Wolf based though, considering it was our clan that the Wolf came from.”
“Really?” said Cas, his turn to be surprised.
“Yeah, it goes by the name Winchester now, but earlier it went under the name of Cain. He and his brother Abel led the pack. Cain took up his responsibility as the Moon Wolf, and Abel became the alpha of the pack. They said that Abel only bowed down to Cain, and no other wolf. They truly loved each other. It was also Abel that brought the Sun Angel to Cain. Abel had given the clan the name of Cain to honour his brother, but the clan was a nomadic one, while Cain was happy on Half Moon Mountain. So, Abel decided to let the angel and Cain befriend each other so that Cain wouldn’t be lonely.” Dean continued to describe the tale that Castiel had grown to love in the version that the werewolves knew.
“In the end, Cain found out who took away his angel.”
Castiel’s eyes widened, scrambling up slightly so that he could see Dean’s face properly from the slight height that leaning on his elbows provided.“Father never told me that! Who?”
“Abel. Abel hadn’t meant to really, but there was a snake. A black wisp of air in the form of a snake that somehow managed to convince Abel to give away the truth of the Sun and the Moon’s relationship. And so, when he found out, Cain, in a fit of anger, killed Abel,” explained Dean.
Castiel gasped.
“Chuck came to him that night, where he stood over Abel’s dying body, sobbing in regret. He told him that he would be reborn again, as would his brother and his angel, to have another chance at living out their destinies. Cain would be brought to life as a Moonshine white wolf, Abel would be his brother, and the angel would be come to him again. Once again, they would have to fight the forces of evil. They would be born again and again till they finally defeated the Shadows for good.”
Castiel stared at the stars. His Grace thrummed excitedly for some odd reason. At some point, he had flipped around, disregarding the fact that his wings would get dirty. He glanced at Dean, who seemed to be worlds away. His eyes were fluttering shut, and Castiel would see his long eyelashes. He had never seen eyelashes that long, especially on a boy.
“Dean?”
“Yeah Cas?”
“Wait…you called me Cas.”
“Your name’s too long,” said Dean sleepily.
Cas hummed in reply and then said, “Thank you.”
Meanwhile, an owl flew overhead, and if anyone knew how to understand owl emotions, they’d be able to tell that it was very happy. Everything was going according to plan.
Author: misakikinomoto
Fandom/Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Pre-Slash (ish), Slow Burn
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel; Sam/Ruby; Crowley/Aziraphale Chuck/Becky; John/Mary
Rating: M (for the Warnings below)
Word Count: 25388
Warnings: Torture scenes described, perceived mental abuse of a minor, possible triggers, mentions of rape of unknown people, abandonment issues, serious psychological trauma of a child (can be seen as such), several references to biblical tales and possible blaspehmy, serious bastardization of said biblical stories (adapted to suit the story), detailed description of the death of a minor character
Summary:
Lucifer is going to rise, Chuck has been silent, and the Moon Wolf and the Sun Angel have yet to come into their destiny.
It'll take a lot of friends, family, and allies to get there, but Dean and Castiel know what's at stake, and know that sometimes, it takes more than just pure strength or intelligence to stop Evil.
Sometimes it take Love. They just need to get there.[Part 1 of The Eclipse Chronicles]
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Castiel frowned at the particularly bright soul climbing up the mountain towards the clearing he was going to land in for a break. He hoped to meet the Moon Wolf, because even after all this time, Castiel truly did want the wolf to be happy. But this soul in the clearing was so bright. It was brighter than the Sun, the Moon, and all the Stars in the sky, combined.
As an angel, he knew seeing the souls of other creatures was normal for him, but this soul called out to him. Similar to the call of creatures residing in the Lost Sea, where he had yet to go.
It called to his Grace, and that scared Castiel. Was it normal for a soul to call out for angel-Grace, the same way a Grace called out to another? Dean’s soul glowed so bright, and every time it pulsed, it tugged at his Grace, calling him closer. He could feel a warmth radiating from the soul, and it filled him up. It gave him the feeling he had after he drank a large mug of coff-tea- it both woke him up and warmed him up.
He flew down, landing in the clearing just before the bright soul reached it.
“Whoa! Who are you?” said the…..wolf. It was a werewolf.
The wolf had short sandy hair and bright green eyes that reminded Castiel of the broken glass that the Elves of the Easter Sea made.
“My name is Castiel. I am an Angel of the Lord.”
The werewolf looked at him oddly. It was almost like he didn’t believe Castiel. His left eyebrow had lifted up slightly, in a way that reminded him of his father when he wanted Castiel to tell him the truth about one of Gabriel’s stunts. The werewolves eyes roamed his face for a moment, and then he seemed to find whatever he was looking for, because then he nodded.
“Ah. I’m Dean. I’m a Werewolf.”
“It is nice to meet you, Dean.”
There was an awkward pause. Dean seemed to stiffen slightly, staring right into Castiel’s eyes. Castiel had always had a staring problem. Balthazar had laughed about how it freaked people out, because it was often like he was staring into their very being. But Dean didn’t seem to mind, and only stared back into his eyes, like he was looking right at Castiel’s Grace, to the very core of it, and the thought made Castiel shiver.
“So, um…what are you doing here?” said the wolf.
Castiel tilted his head slightly. It hadn’t occurred to him that people would not know of the Angel ways. He hadn’t been out of the palace a lot, or even outside their kingdom. Dean was the first person he had met.
“Among my people, it is mandatory to go on a journey to whichever place is assigned to you. I was assigned the mountains. I must fly across it before I am considered a fully functional adult angel.”
“Oh. That’s funny,” laughed the wolf. He wasn’t as stiff as he was earlier, and he had thrown his head back when he laughed. Castiel stared in awe at the beauty of this being. Were all beings outside his kingdom this beautiful? Dean’s hands had also loosened their hold on his satchel, and his eyes twinkled with ill concealed mirth. “We werewolves have a similar tradition. We gotta go on a journey through the forest and teach ourselves to Change.”
Castiel tilted his head slightly. “I’ve never seen a werewolf before.”
“And I’ve never seen an Angel before. Don’t you guys have….um, load of wings?”
Cas nodded, his wings twitching at the attention they were getting from Dean. “Yes. Many wings. I’m different.”
Dean nodded. His eyes roamed the expanse of Castiel’s wings, and Castiel blushed darkly under the attention. He felt the urge to spread them out for Dean, but stomped on it before his rebellious wings could do so.
“So I guess you make up for the lack of number with size?” Dean’s eyes were still roaming his wings, but there was a small smirk on his face that made Castiel think that he was missing out on a hidden joke. Dean’s eyes seemed to soften at the look of confusion on Castiel’s face, and his entire body seemed to relax like he had just opened himself up.
“My little brother, Sam, is infatuated with you guys. Never stops reading about your wings, and your grace, and what not.”
“And you?” asked Castiel, his lips twitching in a smile at the obvious affection in the boy’s voice.
Dean shrugged. “Never been one for reading or studying. I prefer to be out in the forest.”
Castiel smiled, shyly, looking at his feet. “I prefer to stargaze,” he offered.
“But you like studying,” deadpanned Dean.
Castiel chuckled, a sound which surprised the werewolf. Even for a teen, Castiel seemed to be very serious, with plump lips that seemed to set in a straight line and eyes that were like beams of light boring straight into your soul. Dean wouldn’t have thought that Castiel laughed.
“Yes, but only because I get to study what I want,” he said.
Dean nodded. He supposed even he would want to study if he got to choose what he studied.
“So you’re just resting?” asked Dean.
“If that is ok with you,” said Castiel, hopefully.
“Yeah, of course. I don’t own the place, or whatever,” said Dean, turning around to hide his flushed cheeks.
Castiel’s lips twitched upwards in a small smile. He was grateful that Dean had allowed him to stay in his company, in the company of his warm, enticing soul. His books had told him that wolves tended to be very territorial. “Thank you, Dean. The point of our Journey is to learn of the world outside the walls of our kingdom we are trying to protect,” he said, sitting down, near the fire Dean was starting.
“From what?” asked Dean, frowning.
“The Shadows, of course. I assumed everyone knew of them. I apologize. They are creatures of pure evil, that reside up in the Shadow Lands, where the Sun and Moon never rise,” answered Castiel.
“They don’t sound too bad, except for the “pure evil” bit.”
Castiel gazed thoughtfully into the fire.
“I’ve only ever heard stories, really, because as of yet I’m still considered a fledgling, and will remain as one till I finish this Journey. But….” He said, and then looked towards Dean.
“I’m assuming you’re eighteen, right?” he said, and Dean nodded in response.
“I’m nineteen,” replied Castiel. “Before we were born, there was a huge war. A war of epic proportions. The Shadows had slowly and steadily made their way out of their kingdom and were slowly taking over parts of the Light Kingdom.”
“Light Kingdom?” said Dean, a small smirk on his face.
Castiel shrugged. “This is History. I never said it was creative,” he replied, his lips twitching in amusement.
“Light Kingdom was the name given to the areas that were against the Shadow Lands, and the Neutral Parties, like werewolves, were all part of the Forest Kingdom. That name, obviously, came about based on the area the neutral parties lived in.”
Dean nodded to show his understanding and Castiel’s eyes brightened at the fact that he seemed to be getting more interested.
“The Light won, but the Angels have been in charge of protecting the Light Kingdom from the Shadows since then. We train our entire lives to work against the Shadow King,” said Castiel, his eyes focused on the fire again, and this time, his face was grave.
“Wow. I just have to make sure my clan remains safe,” said Dean, leaning back so that he was laying down on the ground. He motioned for Castiel to do the same. Castiel lay down on his stomach, so as to not dirty his wings.
They lay in silence for a while.
“Did you know that this mountain, Half Moon Mountain, glows?”
Dean glanced at the winged boy in surprise, “Really?”
“Yes. I could see it from my bedroom window. It always has. I suppose its something you wouldn’t notice unless you’re further away. When I was younger, my father told me about the
story of the Moon Wolf and the Sun Angel.”
“Oh yeah, Mom used to tell me that story. I tell Sammy the story now. The Moon Wolf is a legend amongst the Werewolves. Our story is probably more Wolf based though, considering it was our clan that the Wolf came from.”
“Really?” said Cas, his turn to be surprised.
“Yeah, it goes by the name Winchester now, but earlier it went under the name of Cain. He and his brother Abel led the pack. Cain took up his responsibility as the Moon Wolf, and Abel became the alpha of the pack. They said that Abel only bowed down to Cain, and no other wolf. They truly loved each other. It was also Abel that brought the Sun Angel to Cain. Abel had given the clan the name of Cain to honour his brother, but the clan was a nomadic one, while Cain was happy on Half Moon Mountain. So, Abel decided to let the angel and Cain befriend each other so that Cain wouldn’t be lonely.” Dean continued to describe the tale that Castiel had grown to love in the version that the werewolves knew.
“In the end, Cain found out who took away his angel.”
Castiel’s eyes widened, scrambling up slightly so that he could see Dean’s face properly from the slight height that leaning on his elbows provided.“Father never told me that! Who?”
“Abel. Abel hadn’t meant to really, but there was a snake. A black wisp of air in the form of a snake that somehow managed to convince Abel to give away the truth of the Sun and the Moon’s relationship. And so, when he found out, Cain, in a fit of anger, killed Abel,” explained Dean.
Castiel gasped.
“Chuck came to him that night, where he stood over Abel’s dying body, sobbing in regret. He told him that he would be reborn again, as would his brother and his angel, to have another chance at living out their destinies. Cain would be brought to life as a Moonshine white wolf, Abel would be his brother, and the angel would be come to him again. Once again, they would have to fight the forces of evil. They would be born again and again till they finally defeated the Shadows for good.”
Castiel stared at the stars. His Grace thrummed excitedly for some odd reason. At some point, he had flipped around, disregarding the fact that his wings would get dirty. He glanced at Dean, who seemed to be worlds away. His eyes were fluttering shut, and Castiel would see his long eyelashes. He had never seen eyelashes that long, especially on a boy.
“Dean?”
“Yeah Cas?”
“Wait…you called me Cas.”
“Your name’s too long,” said Dean sleepily.
Cas hummed in reply and then said, “Thank you.”
Meanwhile, an owl flew overhead, and if anyone knew how to understand owl emotions, they’d be able to tell that it was very happy. Everything was going according to plan.