Fanfic: Band on the Run (9/?)
Title: Band on the Run (9/?)
Author: mysticallight6
Characters: Dean, Sam, Cas, Meg & OCs later No pairings
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family
Rating: T
Summary: Post 7x17 AU After a long hunt, the brothers manage a stop at the
hospital where they'd left Castiel to visit. There, they discover that Meg is
missing and Cas was transfered to a more secure facility. What will they go
through to get their friend back?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything within the Supernatural franchise. I am not doing this for any monetary gain.
We've got some fun stuff here today. After the last chapter you probably thought things couldn't get any worse. Enjoy.
Castiel opened his eyes and for the third time found himself in the beautiful garden of his preferred heaven. Instinctively he looked around and was mercifully alone at the moment. He gazed up at the sky and it was a lovely shade of blue, the kind that signaled the approaching summer. Perhaps he would interact with this heaven's owner Philip Turner again - it had been too long. Castiel could recite some poetry as Philip enjoyed it the last time. Sitting up, Castiel located the kite floating in the sky and walked towards it and the shadowy figure which held the string in their hands. As he reached him however, the figure was not that of the owner of this heaven. Lucifer was the one flying the kite in his Nick form once again. The fallen angel turned and, like a ghost, was suddenly standing right before Castiel.
"Hey little brother; got a treat for you," Lucifer said, slapping Castiel weakly on the cheek.
"Lucifer, what -" Castiel managed to say before the fallen angel's hand let go of the kite string and shot forward, through Castiel's body, embedding deep into his true form. As his knees buckled beneath him and he collapsed, Castiel hurtfully looked up to his older brother with wide eyes. Lucifer only smirked. When the hand was removed, Castiel's body glowed with an outline of red light and the sky up above went from a beautiful blue to a cloud covered stormy gray once again.
"Wait, Dean, what? Start over."
Dean rolled his eyes. "He told me Lucifer is turning him, I don't know, evil or something. And Sam, his eyes - they were like Yellow Eyes' but blue."
The brothers were currently sitting side by side at the edge of Castiel's bed while Meg leaned against the nearest wall listening in. Castiel himself was still unconscious and Dean was actually grateful for that.
"So what're you going to do now?" Meg asked, actually sounding worried.
Dean shrugged. "I don't know. Make sure he doesn't go dark side, I guess."
"But Dean, what if we can't do anything," Sam asked slowly, trying very hard not to think about the answer himself.
Instead of answering, Dean turned to Meg and asked, "What do you know about the Cage itself?"
Meg pushed herself off of the wall and thought about it as she closed her eyes, remembering. There were many things of hell which immediately came to mind, having been a resident for so long. She hesitated a second before speaking.
"The Cage. Well, not much. Pieced a few things together from what Yellow Eyes and Lucifer have told me…."
"And?"
"The Cage is a special dimension deep in the bowels of hell made of pure Evil."
Dean snorted. "Sounds like most of hell itself."
"Yeah well guess again. That's Evil with a capital 'E'. It's not a concept but an actual corporeal living thing. Long, long ago Lucifer took some of that Evil and transferred it to Yellow Eyes just after the fall, twisting him and turning him into what we all remember. He did that for everyone that followed him."
"Sam's soul was in the Cage too," Dean pointed out, "how's he not evil?"
"Lucifer or Michael protected him? How the hell should I know?"
Dean held up his hand. "So Yellow-Eyes wasn't always the evil demon bastard who went around poisoning young children and destroying families?"
"I'm saying Yellow-Eyes, or Azazel as he's truly known, started his life or some facsimile, well away from the fires of down below."
Sam leaned forward and his eyes slowly trailed upward till he was looking up at the ceiling. "I've read in some legends and lore about the war up in heaven and Azael's name sometimes pops up on Lucifer's side. Azazel… the one who brought weapons to humanity."
"That's right. He did - and look at what we went and did with them," Meg said, extending her hand outward with a smirk.
"I'm sorry," Dean said, trying and failing to not look as confused as he felt, "but where is this all going?"
"Dean - weapons were a gift from heaven. If Azazel brought a gift of heaven to humanity, then that means…" Sam said.
"Whoa, whoa - wait a minute. You're saying that once, like a gazillion years ago, Azazel or Yellow-Eyes was…an angel?"
Meg frowned and shrugged her shoulders. "It's not all just human souls down there Deano. It takes a lot of power to turn something once so pure into something so dark and evil. Lucifer wasn't the only angel cast out in that fight."
"Okay," Dean said, trying to get used to the idea, "so, Lucifer pumped him full of this so called "Evil" from the Cage, making him a demon? And now…now he's doing the same with Cas?"
"Castiel's mind is damaged goods thanks to his taking on Sammy-boy's problems. You do the math."
Everything was looking bleaker by the second for their friend. Dean could feel something akin to an ulcer forming in the pit of his stomach.
"This can either go quickly or slow," Meg said. "But knowing Lucifer it'll be fast and out of nowhere. We've got to watch the tree topper for any signs. He does something out of the norm, stop him the easy way. And if there's no way to help..."
The silence hung in the air for a moment and Dean nodded. "Right. We'll have to…stop him. Permanently."
"By any means necessary. Think you can handle that?"
Dean took one more glance at his friend and walked out of the room without an answer. He wiped stubbornly at his eyes as he leaned his back against the wall and stared up at the sky. Dean then turned and punched the wall before walking back to his and Sam's motel room and slamming the door shut.
After the Winchesters had gone back to their room for a nap or something, Meg was basically left on her own. Currently she was flipping idly through the television channels when the sheets on the bed beside her shifted.
"You awake, Clarence?" she asked, not bothering to turn away from the screen.
The sound of clothes against sheets had her turning her head to see the back of Castiel as he sat up, his legs hanging off the side of his bed. He shook his head and ran his fingers roughly through his hair, clenching his locks tightly as if he was in pain.
Meg still refused to move unless it was completely necessary. "You need something?"
"No," he growled out.
Meg turned off the television, turned and jumped. Castiel with murky blue eyes stared back at her with his head tilted ever so slightly to the side and his mouth open in a tiny 'o' as if he were studying her for the first time. In the blink of an eye he vanished from the bed and loomed before her. If the sweat on his brow and the heat radiating off of him was any indication, it appeared as though the angel was fighting off a fever or something.
He grabbed her by the side of the neck and before she could even utter 'Let go of me!' they vanished from the motel room.
Dean rolled over in the bed and somehow managed to land on the floor.
"What happened?" Sam asked distractedly from his laptop.
"Nothing. Slipped."
Sam turned and blearily looked at the clock. "It's after 4. I think we wasted enough time."
"Yeah. I call bathroom, you call Meg," Dean said, stumbling into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
He had just finished pulling his zipper back up when his brother began knocking on the door, asking him to come out. Dean washed his hands and walked back into the room to find his brother throwing on a jacket and then tossing one to Dean as he went out the front door.
"Sam?" Dean questioned as he followed.
"I called the room and there wasn't an answer."
The door to Meg and Castiel's room was unlocked and when they went inside, neither angel nor demon was anywhere to be found.
Sam turned to Dean and Dean smacked his hand against the nearest wall.
"Son of a bitch!"
Sirens wailed and people were walking and talking at a distance away. Meg awoke in the back alley of some big city. It was dark and her body was covered in something warm, sticky and metallically scented. Castiel was sitting before her, clenching his angel blade between his fingers and his body was hunched forward, shivering a little. Meg followed his gaze and beneath her was a large devil's trap made not with red paint but human blood.
"Have to get it out. It's not mine anymore. Have to get it out."
The words were coming from out of Castiel's mouth steadily but they made no sense to her whatsoever.
Quietly she asked, "Get what out Clarence?"
"The Light. Hurts. Not mine anymore. Have to get it out," he said, voice cracking.
Meg tried to reach out to smack him, get him to at least break out of whatever this was but he was just outside of the range of the trap.
Getting frustrated she asked, "Castiel - what the hell are you talking about?"
"The Light," he said again, this time looking up. His eyes were still that weird blue and also a little freaked out. He lifted his hands and they were also covered in blood, same as the trap. "The Light needs to leave me alone."
Castiel clutched his head and in the poor light Meg could see the entire front of his shirt was covered in slick red blood. The angel blade had blood on it as well. Putting two and two together Meg realized the angel had literally carved himself up with his own blade to make the trap for her. To think Castiel had done that to his meatsuit actually managed to frighten Meg just a little bit. She took a deep breath and spoke to him again in lower tones.
"All right Castiel. You need to wake up, okay? I'm a demon and you're a freaking angel. That light is yours and makes you…you."
Castiel twitched and before Meg's eyes, his own slowly began to clear up.
"You are not what I am and you never will be," she said, trying not to laugh. "Not if your little friends have any say in the matter. Personally, I'd find you a little hotter but...beggars can't be choosers."
He shakily stood up and took stock of himself, the blood and the alley before finally noticing Meg was below him trapped in a devil's trap.
"Meg? What hap-"
"Can you let me out of here? We need to get back to the motel and get you cleaned up before the others find out you went guano again."
Castiel waved a hand and a small section of the circle disappeared. Meg strode forward and stepped in Castiel's space. Not knowing why, she gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He swallowed and touched unsteady fingers to her forehead. A second later they were gone.
There was some mention while I was doing research about Azazel actually having been an angel and I'm really going with that for this story. I've come to the conclusion that I'm actually being worse to Castiel here than even the show was. Sorry. I hope you will all continue to stick around and read the story. Thanks very much for reading this time.
Author: mysticallight6
Characters: Dean, Sam, Cas, Meg & OCs later No pairings
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family
Rating: T
Summary: Post 7x17 AU After a long hunt, the brothers manage a stop at the
hospital where they'd left Castiel to visit. There, they discover that Meg is
missing and Cas was transfered to a more secure facility. What will they go
through to get their friend back?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything within the Supernatural franchise. I am not doing this for any monetary gain.
We've got some fun stuff here today. After the last chapter you probably thought things couldn't get any worse. Enjoy.
Castiel opened his eyes and for the third time found himself in the beautiful garden of his preferred heaven. Instinctively he looked around and was mercifully alone at the moment. He gazed up at the sky and it was a lovely shade of blue, the kind that signaled the approaching summer. Perhaps he would interact with this heaven's owner Philip Turner again - it had been too long. Castiel could recite some poetry as Philip enjoyed it the last time. Sitting up, Castiel located the kite floating in the sky and walked towards it and the shadowy figure which held the string in their hands. As he reached him however, the figure was not that of the owner of this heaven. Lucifer was the one flying the kite in his Nick form once again. The fallen angel turned and, like a ghost, was suddenly standing right before Castiel.
"Hey little brother; got a treat for you," Lucifer said, slapping Castiel weakly on the cheek.
"Lucifer, what -" Castiel managed to say before the fallen angel's hand let go of the kite string and shot forward, through Castiel's body, embedding deep into his true form. As his knees buckled beneath him and he collapsed, Castiel hurtfully looked up to his older brother with wide eyes. Lucifer only smirked. When the hand was removed, Castiel's body glowed with an outline of red light and the sky up above went from a beautiful blue to a cloud covered stormy gray once again.
"Wait, Dean, what? Start over."
Dean rolled his eyes. "He told me Lucifer is turning him, I don't know, evil or something. And Sam, his eyes - they were like Yellow Eyes' but blue."
The brothers were currently sitting side by side at the edge of Castiel's bed while Meg leaned against the nearest wall listening in. Castiel himself was still unconscious and Dean was actually grateful for that.
"So what're you going to do now?" Meg asked, actually sounding worried.
Dean shrugged. "I don't know. Make sure he doesn't go dark side, I guess."
"But Dean, what if we can't do anything," Sam asked slowly, trying very hard not to think about the answer himself.
Instead of answering, Dean turned to Meg and asked, "What do you know about the Cage itself?"
Meg pushed herself off of the wall and thought about it as she closed her eyes, remembering. There were many things of hell which immediately came to mind, having been a resident for so long. She hesitated a second before speaking.
"The Cage. Well, not much. Pieced a few things together from what Yellow Eyes and Lucifer have told me…."
"And?"
"The Cage is a special dimension deep in the bowels of hell made of pure Evil."
Dean snorted. "Sounds like most of hell itself."
"Yeah well guess again. That's Evil with a capital 'E'. It's not a concept but an actual corporeal living thing. Long, long ago Lucifer took some of that Evil and transferred it to Yellow Eyes just after the fall, twisting him and turning him into what we all remember. He did that for everyone that followed him."
"Sam's soul was in the Cage too," Dean pointed out, "how's he not evil?"
"Lucifer or Michael protected him? How the hell should I know?"
Dean held up his hand. "So Yellow-Eyes wasn't always the evil demon bastard who went around poisoning young children and destroying families?"
"I'm saying Yellow-Eyes, or Azazel as he's truly known, started his life or some facsimile, well away from the fires of down below."
Sam leaned forward and his eyes slowly trailed upward till he was looking up at the ceiling. "I've read in some legends and lore about the war up in heaven and Azael's name sometimes pops up on Lucifer's side. Azazel… the one who brought weapons to humanity."
"That's right. He did - and look at what we went and did with them," Meg said, extending her hand outward with a smirk.
"I'm sorry," Dean said, trying and failing to not look as confused as he felt, "but where is this all going?"
"Dean - weapons were a gift from heaven. If Azazel brought a gift of heaven to humanity, then that means…" Sam said.
"Whoa, whoa - wait a minute. You're saying that once, like a gazillion years ago, Azazel or Yellow-Eyes was…an angel?"
Meg frowned and shrugged her shoulders. "It's not all just human souls down there Deano. It takes a lot of power to turn something once so pure into something so dark and evil. Lucifer wasn't the only angel cast out in that fight."
"Okay," Dean said, trying to get used to the idea, "so, Lucifer pumped him full of this so called "Evil" from the Cage, making him a demon? And now…now he's doing the same with Cas?"
"Castiel's mind is damaged goods thanks to his taking on Sammy-boy's problems. You do the math."
Everything was looking bleaker by the second for their friend. Dean could feel something akin to an ulcer forming in the pit of his stomach.
"This can either go quickly or slow," Meg said. "But knowing Lucifer it'll be fast and out of nowhere. We've got to watch the tree topper for any signs. He does something out of the norm, stop him the easy way. And if there's no way to help..."
The silence hung in the air for a moment and Dean nodded. "Right. We'll have to…stop him. Permanently."
"By any means necessary. Think you can handle that?"
Dean took one more glance at his friend and walked out of the room without an answer. He wiped stubbornly at his eyes as he leaned his back against the wall and stared up at the sky. Dean then turned and punched the wall before walking back to his and Sam's motel room and slamming the door shut.
After the Winchesters had gone back to their room for a nap or something, Meg was basically left on her own. Currently she was flipping idly through the television channels when the sheets on the bed beside her shifted.
"You awake, Clarence?" she asked, not bothering to turn away from the screen.
The sound of clothes against sheets had her turning her head to see the back of Castiel as he sat up, his legs hanging off the side of his bed. He shook his head and ran his fingers roughly through his hair, clenching his locks tightly as if he was in pain.
Meg still refused to move unless it was completely necessary. "You need something?"
"No," he growled out.
Meg turned off the television, turned and jumped. Castiel with murky blue eyes stared back at her with his head tilted ever so slightly to the side and his mouth open in a tiny 'o' as if he were studying her for the first time. In the blink of an eye he vanished from the bed and loomed before her. If the sweat on his brow and the heat radiating off of him was any indication, it appeared as though the angel was fighting off a fever or something.
He grabbed her by the side of the neck and before she could even utter 'Let go of me!' they vanished from the motel room.
Dean rolled over in the bed and somehow managed to land on the floor.
"What happened?" Sam asked distractedly from his laptop.
"Nothing. Slipped."
Sam turned and blearily looked at the clock. "It's after 4. I think we wasted enough time."
"Yeah. I call bathroom, you call Meg," Dean said, stumbling into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
He had just finished pulling his zipper back up when his brother began knocking on the door, asking him to come out. Dean washed his hands and walked back into the room to find his brother throwing on a jacket and then tossing one to Dean as he went out the front door.
"Sam?" Dean questioned as he followed.
"I called the room and there wasn't an answer."
The door to Meg and Castiel's room was unlocked and when they went inside, neither angel nor demon was anywhere to be found.
Sam turned to Dean and Dean smacked his hand against the nearest wall.
"Son of a bitch!"
Sirens wailed and people were walking and talking at a distance away. Meg awoke in the back alley of some big city. It was dark and her body was covered in something warm, sticky and metallically scented. Castiel was sitting before her, clenching his angel blade between his fingers and his body was hunched forward, shivering a little. Meg followed his gaze and beneath her was a large devil's trap made not with red paint but human blood.
"Have to get it out. It's not mine anymore. Have to get it out."
The words were coming from out of Castiel's mouth steadily but they made no sense to her whatsoever.
Quietly she asked, "Get what out Clarence?"
"The Light. Hurts. Not mine anymore. Have to get it out," he said, voice cracking.
Meg tried to reach out to smack him, get him to at least break out of whatever this was but he was just outside of the range of the trap.
Getting frustrated she asked, "Castiel - what the hell are you talking about?"
"The Light," he said again, this time looking up. His eyes were still that weird blue and also a little freaked out. He lifted his hands and they were also covered in blood, same as the trap. "The Light needs to leave me alone."
Castiel clutched his head and in the poor light Meg could see the entire front of his shirt was covered in slick red blood. The angel blade had blood on it as well. Putting two and two together Meg realized the angel had literally carved himself up with his own blade to make the trap for her. To think Castiel had done that to his meatsuit actually managed to frighten Meg just a little bit. She took a deep breath and spoke to him again in lower tones.
"All right Castiel. You need to wake up, okay? I'm a demon and you're a freaking angel. That light is yours and makes you…you."
Castiel twitched and before Meg's eyes, his own slowly began to clear up.
"You are not what I am and you never will be," she said, trying not to laugh. "Not if your little friends have any say in the matter. Personally, I'd find you a little hotter but...beggars can't be choosers."
He shakily stood up and took stock of himself, the blood and the alley before finally noticing Meg was below him trapped in a devil's trap.
"Meg? What hap-"
"Can you let me out of here? We need to get back to the motel and get you cleaned up before the others find out you went guano again."
Castiel waved a hand and a small section of the circle disappeared. Meg strode forward and stepped in Castiel's space. Not knowing why, she gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He swallowed and touched unsteady fingers to her forehead. A second later they were gone.
There was some mention while I was doing research about Azazel actually having been an angel and I'm really going with that for this story. I've come to the conclusion that I'm actually being worse to Castiel here than even the show was. Sorry. I hope you will all continue to stick around and read the story. Thanks very much for reading this time.