Fanfic: Firebird (3/?)
Title: Firebird (3/?)
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.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural - it is owned by others and I am making no profit for having written this.
I hope you are enjoying the story because this idea has been a thought in my mind for over a year now. I love writing a father/son dynamic for Bobby and Castiel. Enjoy.
Italics are events which happened in the past.
To Castiel it felt like he had only just gone to sleep when Bobby was already shaking him back to consciousness several hours later. "Got a case for you Feathers," the man whispered.
The former angel blearily opened one eye and said back, "You know you have no reason to still call me that, right?"
"It still suits you, boy. Come on - up you get."
Castiel rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stood up from his bed to stretch. "What time is it?"
"Little after four o'clock. I want you on the road within the hour 'cause it's gonna be a long drive."
Castiel nodded and walked out of the room and into the bathroom and shut the door quietly behind him. He took a brief shower and as he brushed his teeth, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He stared at his human self, barely remembering where the angel began and Jimmy Novak ended. It was all Castiel now, Jimmy long since exiting this world for the next after he fell. Castiel spat the toothpaste from his mouth and took a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. Something appeared to be different… He leaned over the sink to get a closer look. Was that a gray hair? Castiel reached up and plucked the hair from his scalp and examined it. Indeed it was. Intrigued by the thought of this body aging, he dropped the strand to the ground and left the room to gather his clothes for the drive.
Bobby handed Castiel a protein bar and a mug of warm tea before he even walked through the kitchen door.
"What sort of case is it this time, Bobby?" Castiel asked, taking a seat at the table.
"Might be nothing," Bobby said, pouring himself a cup of tea, "but...I might have a lead on the boys."
Castiel's eyebrows rose. "Are you sure?"
"Not really, no - but a woman by the name of Jan Evans sent a message through about seeing someone and I'd go myself but..."
"I understand - you must watch the children as they are to be transported elsewhere today. I will...check it out for us and report back."
"Well, take the Ford - and no suit. Regular attire."
"I am not an idiot Bobby."
"Yeah right," Bobby says with a snort.
"I am still new to this," Castiel said grumpily, motioning to his body, "Maintaining a human body...it is difficult to remember everything, all of the time."
"Yeah, yeah - well the case is deep in monster territory so are you sure that one potion of whatever is enough to...?"
Solemnly, Castiel said, "I am sure. I trust my brother."
"Well, all right then," Bobby said, removing his cap to scratch his head, "Have a good trip son."
"Thank you Bobby," Castiel said, "I will...try to make it enjoyable."
"Found you a new CD by the way. I think you'll enjoy it on the ride."
Bobby reached into the drawer behind his back and pulled out a slightly battered, flat silver disk. Castiel took it and left the room to finish preparing his backpack of supplies which he would need for the next few days on the road.
Castiel crash landed on the floor of Bobby Singer's study and the man in question came running into the room upon hearing the thump of a body landing on hard wooden floors.
"Castiel?"
Castiel clutched his back (ignoring Bobby's worry) and grit out, "Where are Sam and Dean?"
"Out - I just sent them on a case." Bobby turned his head to take in the sight of something red pooling out on the floor below the angel. "Castiel - what happened?"
"The war - it is over," the angel said slowly, "I have been...cast out."
"Cast out? That mean...?" Bobby's voice echoed, bouncing through his skull.
"M'human. That is not important though."
"It's not?"
"No - Bobby, it is about Eve."
"What about her? Cas?"
"Eve is alive. We must find her..."
Castiel checked the rearview mirror and changed lanes with a sigh. His was the only car out on the empty road but still he believed he needed to follow the rules of proper driving which Bobby had taught him. He was an hour out of Sioux Falls and decided now would be a good time to put the CD on. While keeping his eyes on the road and his left hand firmly on the steering wheel, he reached into his bag on the seat beside him and rummaged through the pockets before finally finding the disk and sliding it in. He turned up the volume and suddenly the car was filled with the music of an eleven year old violin prodigy playing a lyrical piece by Beethoven. It was beautiful to his ears and transported him from this sluggish vehicle up through the clouds and into his lost home up above.
There were fewer creatures out and about during the early morning hours; they were more humans in disguise than anything else. He looked out his side window and watched as a group of wraith children butchered an elderly woman on the side of the road. Castiel willed himself to just keep driving.
After many hours and a few stops along the way to stretch his legs, Castiel finally pulled up in front of a rundown motel on the very outskirts of Helena, Montana. Two men dressed in ragged plaid and dirty jeans were sitting out front in twin lawn chairs with shotguns pointed at him as he walked closer to the building.
Castiel raised his hands and said, "Willis sent me."
The two hunters shared a look. The man on the left, an older guy in his mid to late fifties, went right up in Castiel's face and looked him straight in the eye.
"What's your business, boy?" the man sneered.
Castiel bit back a grin at the word 'boy' and instead said, "Codeword: Rifle."
The man gave Castiel another once over and slowly nodded to his companion.
"Open the door - he's clean."
Castiel thanked the men with a slight incline of the head before walking to the door - only to be stopped by the younger of the two men.
"Be careful in there. We don't know what she's been through."
Startled but curious, Castiel thanked the man for his concern and continued forward.
If the outside had been any indication of what was within, a normal human wouldn't dare enter a place where the back wall appeared to be torn off the building by something larger than itself or by a detonated bomb. But hunters weren't normal people and neither was Castiel.
"Hello?" he called out as he walked, "I am searching for Jan Evans?"
Castiel was just turning a corner when he felt the muzzle of a rifle against his back. A woman muttered darkly, "S'not safe lookin' for something in the dark, boy."
"I am no mere boy," Castiel said, turning to face her.
The woman couldn't have been more than thirty-years old. She was much shorter than he was and she would have passed for completely normal except for the red circle he noticed around the iris' of her eyes. Her body was convulsing with effort as she tried to keep her rifle level.
"You are turned?" Castiel asked and Evans nodded as she lowered her gun.
"It was a...foolish oversight on my part. Turn-turned my back for a second and...and..."
Evans fell to her knees with a groan and Castiel joined her on the ground, his hands gripping her shoulders as he reminded her he was still by her side.
"Jan Evans, what can you tell me about Codeword: Rifle?"
"I...I saw the bigger of the two. He...he was there - oh God! Make it stop!"
She brought her head down into her hands and she clutched her hair tightly. Castiel noticed that the nails of her fingers appeared talon like and sharp.
"Sam - you saw Sam? Evans, where was this?"
Evans threw back her head and screamed in pain and Castiel got a good look inside of her mouth. Her teeth were white and pointed like a vamp's except these were non-retractable - they were her actual teeth.
Castiel shook her shoulders, saying, "Evans - where was this? Jan?"
The woman stopped screaming and sat up straight, opened her eyes revealing them to be completely red and full of hunger. She lunged at him and Castiel jumped back. He grabbed her fallen rifle and shot her square in the chest. That distracted her for a second before he grabbed the angel blade in his belt loop that he still kept with him and stabbed her through the neck, effectively killing her.
Having heard the shouting, the two hunters from the door appeared at the end of the hall.
"What hap-?"
Castiel held up his hand to silence the man as he wiped off his blade and put it away.
"Where was Jan Evans traveling from?" he asked while getting back on his feet.
"She turn completely?" the older one asked.
"Yes, and then she attacked me," Castiel said calmly.
The younger tried to get a better look at the body. "What was she?"
"I am not sure," Castiel said, looking down at the deceased, "She was something that I have never seen before though it resembled something of a vampire. Please, answer me -where was Jan traveling from?"
The two men exchanged a look and the older answered, "About fifty miles? Went on a hunting slash scouting mission for survivors. She came back yesterday morning...different."
Castiel looked at both of them and then down at Jan.
"She was your daughter. Your sister."
"That's-that's right," the older said, "Name's Peter Evans and this is my son John."
"I am very sorry for your loss but I need to leave. What was the name of the town Jan was coming from?"
"Garrison - fifty miles, going east."
Castiel thanked them for their help and reminded them to salt and burn the body so Jan Evans might find peace. He knew that where she was going that was impossible but…
"Is this something about Rifle?"
The former angel of the Lord stopped.
"Maybe."
And he left.
The full drive took Castiel no more than one hour but it was already becoming dark, the sun slowly beginning to set. When he exited the car, the town was totally empty - no people, no noise. It was unnerving to find such silence. Castiel could hear the beating of his own heart as he began to walk around the ruins of a former community.
He got no further than the school when he felt the odd sensation of being watched from afar. Castiel turned but there was no one in sight.
"Hello?" he called, "Is anyone out here?"
He turned around again and, hiding in the shadows of the trees, he could just make out the large shadow of a man with glimmering red eyes - the same as Evans. Castiel took a step back to walk back to his car when the creature rushed forward at superhuman speed and pinned him to the ground beneath him.
Castiel couldn't believe his eyes because he knew this man's face.
"Sam?"
I'm going away on vacation today so next update isn't going to be for awhile. Thank you again for reading.
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.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural - it is owned by others and I am making no profit for having written this.
I hope you are enjoying the story because this idea has been a thought in my mind for over a year now. I love writing a father/son dynamic for Bobby and Castiel. Enjoy.
Italics are events which happened in the past.
To Castiel it felt like he had only just gone to sleep when Bobby was already shaking him back to consciousness several hours later. "Got a case for you Feathers," the man whispered.
The former angel blearily opened one eye and said back, "You know you have no reason to still call me that, right?"
"It still suits you, boy. Come on - up you get."
Castiel rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stood up from his bed to stretch. "What time is it?"
"Little after four o'clock. I want you on the road within the hour 'cause it's gonna be a long drive."
Castiel nodded and walked out of the room and into the bathroom and shut the door quietly behind him. He took a brief shower and as he brushed his teeth, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He stared at his human self, barely remembering where the angel began and Jimmy Novak ended. It was all Castiel now, Jimmy long since exiting this world for the next after he fell. Castiel spat the toothpaste from his mouth and took a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. Something appeared to be different… He leaned over the sink to get a closer look. Was that a gray hair? Castiel reached up and plucked the hair from his scalp and examined it. Indeed it was. Intrigued by the thought of this body aging, he dropped the strand to the ground and left the room to gather his clothes for the drive.
Bobby handed Castiel a protein bar and a mug of warm tea before he even walked through the kitchen door.
"What sort of case is it this time, Bobby?" Castiel asked, taking a seat at the table.
"Might be nothing," Bobby said, pouring himself a cup of tea, "but...I might have a lead on the boys."
Castiel's eyebrows rose. "Are you sure?"
"Not really, no - but a woman by the name of Jan Evans sent a message through about seeing someone and I'd go myself but..."
"I understand - you must watch the children as they are to be transported elsewhere today. I will...check it out for us and report back."
"Well, take the Ford - and no suit. Regular attire."
"I am not an idiot Bobby."
"Yeah right," Bobby says with a snort.
"I am still new to this," Castiel said grumpily, motioning to his body, "Maintaining a human body...it is difficult to remember everything, all of the time."
"Yeah, yeah - well the case is deep in monster territory so are you sure that one potion of whatever is enough to...?"
Solemnly, Castiel said, "I am sure. I trust my brother."
"Well, all right then," Bobby said, removing his cap to scratch his head, "Have a good trip son."
"Thank you Bobby," Castiel said, "I will...try to make it enjoyable."
"Found you a new CD by the way. I think you'll enjoy it on the ride."
Bobby reached into the drawer behind his back and pulled out a slightly battered, flat silver disk. Castiel took it and left the room to finish preparing his backpack of supplies which he would need for the next few days on the road.
Castiel crash landed on the floor of Bobby Singer's study and the man in question came running into the room upon hearing the thump of a body landing on hard wooden floors.
"Castiel?"
Castiel clutched his back (ignoring Bobby's worry) and grit out, "Where are Sam and Dean?"
"Out - I just sent them on a case." Bobby turned his head to take in the sight of something red pooling out on the floor below the angel. "Castiel - what happened?"
"The war - it is over," the angel said slowly, "I have been...cast out."
"Cast out? That mean...?" Bobby's voice echoed, bouncing through his skull.
"M'human. That is not important though."
"It's not?"
"No - Bobby, it is about Eve."
"What about her? Cas?"
"Eve is alive. We must find her..."
Castiel checked the rearview mirror and changed lanes with a sigh. His was the only car out on the empty road but still he believed he needed to follow the rules of proper driving which Bobby had taught him. He was an hour out of Sioux Falls and decided now would be a good time to put the CD on. While keeping his eyes on the road and his left hand firmly on the steering wheel, he reached into his bag on the seat beside him and rummaged through the pockets before finally finding the disk and sliding it in. He turned up the volume and suddenly the car was filled with the music of an eleven year old violin prodigy playing a lyrical piece by Beethoven. It was beautiful to his ears and transported him from this sluggish vehicle up through the clouds and into his lost home up above.
There were fewer creatures out and about during the early morning hours; they were more humans in disguise than anything else. He looked out his side window and watched as a group of wraith children butchered an elderly woman on the side of the road. Castiel willed himself to just keep driving.
After many hours and a few stops along the way to stretch his legs, Castiel finally pulled up in front of a rundown motel on the very outskirts of Helena, Montana. Two men dressed in ragged plaid and dirty jeans were sitting out front in twin lawn chairs with shotguns pointed at him as he walked closer to the building.
Castiel raised his hands and said, "Willis sent me."
The two hunters shared a look. The man on the left, an older guy in his mid to late fifties, went right up in Castiel's face and looked him straight in the eye.
"What's your business, boy?" the man sneered.
Castiel bit back a grin at the word 'boy' and instead said, "Codeword: Rifle."
The man gave Castiel another once over and slowly nodded to his companion.
"Open the door - he's clean."
Castiel thanked the men with a slight incline of the head before walking to the door - only to be stopped by the younger of the two men.
"Be careful in there. We don't know what she's been through."
Startled but curious, Castiel thanked the man for his concern and continued forward.
If the outside had been any indication of what was within, a normal human wouldn't dare enter a place where the back wall appeared to be torn off the building by something larger than itself or by a detonated bomb. But hunters weren't normal people and neither was Castiel.
"Hello?" he called out as he walked, "I am searching for Jan Evans?"
Castiel was just turning a corner when he felt the muzzle of a rifle against his back. A woman muttered darkly, "S'not safe lookin' for something in the dark, boy."
"I am no mere boy," Castiel said, turning to face her.
The woman couldn't have been more than thirty-years old. She was much shorter than he was and she would have passed for completely normal except for the red circle he noticed around the iris' of her eyes. Her body was convulsing with effort as she tried to keep her rifle level.
"You are turned?" Castiel asked and Evans nodded as she lowered her gun.
"It was a...foolish oversight on my part. Turn-turned my back for a second and...and..."
Evans fell to her knees with a groan and Castiel joined her on the ground, his hands gripping her shoulders as he reminded her he was still by her side.
"Jan Evans, what can you tell me about Codeword: Rifle?"
"I...I saw the bigger of the two. He...he was there - oh God! Make it stop!"
She brought her head down into her hands and she clutched her hair tightly. Castiel noticed that the nails of her fingers appeared talon like and sharp.
"Sam - you saw Sam? Evans, where was this?"
Evans threw back her head and screamed in pain and Castiel got a good look inside of her mouth. Her teeth were white and pointed like a vamp's except these were non-retractable - they were her actual teeth.
Castiel shook her shoulders, saying, "Evans - where was this? Jan?"
The woman stopped screaming and sat up straight, opened her eyes revealing them to be completely red and full of hunger. She lunged at him and Castiel jumped back. He grabbed her fallen rifle and shot her square in the chest. That distracted her for a second before he grabbed the angel blade in his belt loop that he still kept with him and stabbed her through the neck, effectively killing her.
Having heard the shouting, the two hunters from the door appeared at the end of the hall.
"What hap-?"
Castiel held up his hand to silence the man as he wiped off his blade and put it away.
"Where was Jan Evans traveling from?" he asked while getting back on his feet.
"She turn completely?" the older one asked.
"Yes, and then she attacked me," Castiel said calmly.
The younger tried to get a better look at the body. "What was she?"
"I am not sure," Castiel said, looking down at the deceased, "She was something that I have never seen before though it resembled something of a vampire. Please, answer me -where was Jan traveling from?"
The two men exchanged a look and the older answered, "About fifty miles? Went on a hunting slash scouting mission for survivors. She came back yesterday morning...different."
Castiel looked at both of them and then down at Jan.
"She was your daughter. Your sister."
"That's-that's right," the older said, "Name's Peter Evans and this is my son John."
"I am very sorry for your loss but I need to leave. What was the name of the town Jan was coming from?"
"Garrison - fifty miles, going east."
Castiel thanked them for their help and reminded them to salt and burn the body so Jan Evans might find peace. He knew that where she was going that was impossible but…
"Is this something about Rifle?"
The former angel of the Lord stopped.
"Maybe."
And he left.
The full drive took Castiel no more than one hour but it was already becoming dark, the sun slowly beginning to set. When he exited the car, the town was totally empty - no people, no noise. It was unnerving to find such silence. Castiel could hear the beating of his own heart as he began to walk around the ruins of a former community.
He got no further than the school when he felt the odd sensation of being watched from afar. Castiel turned but there was no one in sight.
"Hello?" he called, "Is anyone out here?"
He turned around again and, hiding in the shadows of the trees, he could just make out the large shadow of a man with glimmering red eyes - the same as Evans. Castiel took a step back to walk back to his car when the creature rushed forward at superhuman speed and pinned him to the ground beneath him.
Castiel couldn't believe his eyes because he knew this man's face.
"Sam?"
I'm going away on vacation today so next update isn't going to be for awhile. Thank you again for reading.