Fic: Cause Two Plus Two Doesn't Always Equal Four [1/?]
Title: Cause Two Plus Two Doesn't Always Equal Four
Author: Reyane Hokkain (Nekoi Hiokans)
Fandoms: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Bobby Singer, Raphael, Balthazar, Christina Rennox (OFC), Rachael Harris (OFC). Destiel, Sam/OFC, Bobby/Crowley.
Summary: Castiel never got involved in Heaven's Civil War, instead he chose to hide out in Manhattan, disguising himself as a hipster-esque university student, while occasionally killing demons on the side. Sam, Dean, Bobby, Crowley, and a new angelic addition called Balthazar, are racing against Heaven itself to find Castiel because shit just got real and Dean has been pining for his nerd angel. And Christina is one hundred and four point two percent that her roommate has figured out that she's hiding a secret that's possibly bigger than the Arc of the Covenant. Actually, make that point three, because she's a paranoid bastard like that.
Rating: R, for violence, language, alcohol use, boy-kissing, harmless, but possibly offensive teasing, Crowley, and Dean.
Genre: Humor, Drama, Action, Adventure, and some Angst.
Warnings/Notes: This does have a use of OC's, so just deal with it. This is an alternate version of season six that takes place three years after the events of the season five finale, so it's AU after 5.22 - Swan Song. Also, Sam came back from hell with his soul, because as much as I love Soulless!Sam, my Sammy needs his soul. And when it says "Christina's POV" it's supposed to read like a diary/journal entry, because her sections are.
Chapter One - Blood Stains Are Hard to Wash Out
Castiel's POV
April 17th, 2013
You know, over the past three years, I've seen a lot of screwed up things. I mean yeah, I live in Manhattan, so weird is to be expected, but this? This is a whole new level of weird. And trust me, when Christina is involved, weird is NORMAL! But even so, to see her crouched over the now dead vessel of a demon, this is just a level of weird that I'm not ready to comprehend yet.
"Chris?" And there it is, her familiar tenseness that happens when she's been caught doing something she shouldn't be. She's still so painfully predictable after all these years, but that is actually working in my favor today, because the next thing she does is turn her head up to look at me and give me that half-assed 'please don't tell my mom' grin.
"Hey Cas. So umm...yeah..." She's waiting for me to wig out, I know she is. And I kinda want to, just to mess with her, but that will only make this situation worse, and yes, we've hit the situation stage at this point. So, I guess I can throw her a bone.
"Well, I guess I can thank you for doing my job." Atypical raised eyebrow answers me. I really do know her too well at this point.
"You hunt?" I want to roll my eyes here, I really do.
"No, I just occasionally kill demons because they're pesky." She's standing now and I can tell that she's debating if she should chuck the nearest blunt object at my head or not. She really is such an easy mark. "Yes I hunt. Bad habit I picked up from an old friend."
"If hunting is your bad habit, then I'd hate to see your good one." I shrug, I have a lot of bad habits, you just learn to deal with them. "So, looks like the family secret is out."
"Looks like it kiddo. So, are you going to give me the full story or am I going to have to beat it out you?" And so, despite standing in an alley, hovering over a dead body, this is probably the closest I've felt to normal in almost three years.
Now watch Dean Winchester stroll back into my life and screw it all up all over again. I swear, I can never catch a break.
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Normal POV
One Week Earlier
"Cas! You terrifyingly, good-looking, gay bastard! You owe me a cookie." Castiel Novak looked up from his British Literature book to see his possibly insane black haired, green-eyed best friend/roommate/sounding board, Christina, glaring down at him like he had just masterminded the entire apocalypse without her help.
"You just outed me to the entire campus over a cookie?" Christina shrugged and dropped down in the seat next to Castiel, propping her feet up in his lap.
"Please, you reek homosexuality. You out yourself by just walking down the street." Cas rolled his eyes and shoved the feet off of his lap. "Also, Rachael is on her way over here." The angel-in-hiding groaned. "What?"
"Christina, I love you and all, but you AND Rachael? Are you trying to shove me into an early grave??" Christina only smirked and Cas dropped his head into his hands. "I could have you jerks put on trial for murder, you do realize that, don't you?"
"Yeah, but then who would pay the other half of the rent?" The angel sneered before slamming his book shut and sighing.
"Speaking of rent, I have to actually get to work. So your little plan of torture won't work today." Christina gave an 'oh really' look before it hit Cas. "You invited her over for dinner, didn't you?" She nodded with her knowing little smirk and the angel groaned again. "You really fucking suck." Castiel started to shove all his books into his bag so that he could get out of there before the other half of his living nightmare could pop up.
"Awww...I love you too Cassie." Cas kicked at her shin without remorse.
"I told you to never call me that. Now I am leaving. And you still fucking suck." But despite being generally pissed at the dark haired girl that he lived with, he still bent down and placed a friendly kiss on her forehead, a habit that he had picked up over the years. He had learned his lesson with his last set of friends and he swore to treat these ones much better, even if it involved awkward affection and way too many pillow fights.
Yeah, he was a screwy friend. Just another thing he had to deal with.
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Christina's POV
April 18th, 2013
It's weird, but I remember the day I met Castiel in stunning clarity. It had been a few weeks after the start of the semester of our Freshman year. I had been a history major at the time and I was hiding out in the library because shit was starting to up-end on me from back home and at that moment, I just didn't want to deal with it.
So, like the totally mature and emotionally stable adult that I was, I was hiding. Go freaking figure. And I was hiding in the Religion section to boot.
So yeah, one moment, just me, hiding and the next moment, there's Cas. Like, he just poofed out of nowhere, at least that's what it seemed like anyways. And of course in true Christina fashion, I was incredibly rude to him. Yeah, I was really going for the gold on that day. But that didn't deter him, nope, not in the slightest. Instead, he just sat down next to me and asked me what was wrong. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.
If your definition of beautiful is occasional verbal abuse, dumping water on unsuspecting people to wake them up, and tag-teaming others to fuck with their heads, then yes, our friendship is gorgeous.
And it's stayed that way, but now the secrets are out. Cas knows about what I do in my spare time and I know about what he does in his. It's strange, knowing that you've lived with someone who walks the same path as you and never really knowing it. Now it's just odd that I spent so many hours hiding knives and guns and bottles of holy water and all the other shit that a hunter needs to stay on their toes. And you would also think that there would be gulf between us because we've been hiding the same secret from each other since the day we met, but there's not and I think we're both grateful for that.
But I can tell that Cas is tense. Something is bugging him and I don't know what. And frankly, I'm afraid to ask. All I know is that he's muttered the name Dean a million times since last night and if he's talking about who I think he's talking about, then I am in way over my head here. Demons I can take, Dean Winchester and his fucked up legacy, not so much.
But I don't think I get that choice, because something huge is brewing, I can feel it. Every ounce of me is screaming at me to run, to get out of the potential crossfire, but I can't. Because Cas is my friend and if he's going down, you can bet your sweet ass that I'm going with him.
And besides, what else could be out there that has Cas running scared? Have angels suddenly materialized and they aren't all fluffy white white wings and halos? Yeah, I highly freaking doubt it.
Author: Reyane Hokkain (Nekoi Hiokans)
Fandoms: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Bobby Singer, Raphael, Balthazar, Christina Rennox (OFC), Rachael Harris (OFC). Destiel, Sam/OFC, Bobby/Crowley.
Summary: Castiel never got involved in Heaven's Civil War, instead he chose to hide out in Manhattan, disguising himself as a hipster-esque university student, while occasionally killing demons on the side. Sam, Dean, Bobby, Crowley, and a new angelic addition called Balthazar, are racing against Heaven itself to find Castiel because shit just got real and Dean has been pining for his nerd angel. And Christina is one hundred and four point two percent that her roommate has figured out that she's hiding a secret that's possibly bigger than the Arc of the Covenant. Actually, make that point three, because she's a paranoid bastard like that.
Rating: R, for violence, language, alcohol use, boy-kissing, harmless, but possibly offensive teasing, Crowley, and Dean.
Genre: Humor, Drama, Action, Adventure, and some Angst.
Warnings/Notes: This does have a use of OC's, so just deal with it. This is an alternate version of season six that takes place three years after the events of the season five finale, so it's AU after 5.22 - Swan Song. Also, Sam came back from hell with his soul, because as much as I love Soulless!Sam, my Sammy needs his soul. And when it says "Christina's POV" it's supposed to read like a diary/journal entry, because her sections are.
Chapter One - Blood Stains Are Hard to Wash Out
Castiel's POV
April 17th, 2013
You know, over the past three years, I've seen a lot of screwed up things. I mean yeah, I live in Manhattan, so weird is to be expected, but this? This is a whole new level of weird. And trust me, when Christina is involved, weird is NORMAL! But even so, to see her crouched over the now dead vessel of a demon, this is just a level of weird that I'm not ready to comprehend yet.
"Chris?" And there it is, her familiar tenseness that happens when she's been caught doing something she shouldn't be. She's still so painfully predictable after all these years, but that is actually working in my favor today, because the next thing she does is turn her head up to look at me and give me that half-assed 'please don't tell my mom' grin.
"Hey Cas. So umm...yeah..." She's waiting for me to wig out, I know she is. And I kinda want to, just to mess with her, but that will only make this situation worse, and yes, we've hit the situation stage at this point. So, I guess I can throw her a bone.
"Well, I guess I can thank you for doing my job." Atypical raised eyebrow answers me. I really do know her too well at this point.
"You hunt?" I want to roll my eyes here, I really do.
"No, I just occasionally kill demons because they're pesky." She's standing now and I can tell that she's debating if she should chuck the nearest blunt object at my head or not. She really is such an easy mark. "Yes I hunt. Bad habit I picked up from an old friend."
"If hunting is your bad habit, then I'd hate to see your good one." I shrug, I have a lot of bad habits, you just learn to deal with them. "So, looks like the family secret is out."
"Looks like it kiddo. So, are you going to give me the full story or am I going to have to beat it out you?" And so, despite standing in an alley, hovering over a dead body, this is probably the closest I've felt to normal in almost three years.
Now watch Dean Winchester stroll back into my life and screw it all up all over again. I swear, I can never catch a break.
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Normal POV
One Week Earlier
"Cas! You terrifyingly, good-looking, gay bastard! You owe me a cookie." Castiel Novak looked up from his British Literature book to see his possibly insane black haired, green-eyed best friend/roommate/sounding board, Christina, glaring down at him like he had just masterminded the entire apocalypse without her help.
"You just outed me to the entire campus over a cookie?" Christina shrugged and dropped down in the seat next to Castiel, propping her feet up in his lap.
"Please, you reek homosexuality. You out yourself by just walking down the street." Cas rolled his eyes and shoved the feet off of his lap. "Also, Rachael is on her way over here." The angel-in-hiding groaned. "What?"
"Christina, I love you and all, but you AND Rachael? Are you trying to shove me into an early grave??" Christina only smirked and Cas dropped his head into his hands. "I could have you jerks put on trial for murder, you do realize that, don't you?"
"Yeah, but then who would pay the other half of the rent?" The angel sneered before slamming his book shut and sighing.
"Speaking of rent, I have to actually get to work. So your little plan of torture won't work today." Christina gave an 'oh really' look before it hit Cas. "You invited her over for dinner, didn't you?" She nodded with her knowing little smirk and the angel groaned again. "You really fucking suck." Castiel started to shove all his books into his bag so that he could get out of there before the other half of his living nightmare could pop up.
"Awww...I love you too Cassie." Cas kicked at her shin without remorse.
"I told you to never call me that. Now I am leaving. And you still fucking suck." But despite being generally pissed at the dark haired girl that he lived with, he still bent down and placed a friendly kiss on her forehead, a habit that he had picked up over the years. He had learned his lesson with his last set of friends and he swore to treat these ones much better, even if it involved awkward affection and way too many pillow fights.
Yeah, he was a screwy friend. Just another thing he had to deal with.
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Christina's POV
April 18th, 2013
It's weird, but I remember the day I met Castiel in stunning clarity. It had been a few weeks after the start of the semester of our Freshman year. I had been a history major at the time and I was hiding out in the library because shit was starting to up-end on me from back home and at that moment, I just didn't want to deal with it.
So, like the totally mature and emotionally stable adult that I was, I was hiding. Go freaking figure. And I was hiding in the Religion section to boot.
So yeah, one moment, just me, hiding and the next moment, there's Cas. Like, he just poofed out of nowhere, at least that's what it seemed like anyways. And of course in true Christina fashion, I was incredibly rude to him. Yeah, I was really going for the gold on that day. But that didn't deter him, nope, not in the slightest. Instead, he just sat down next to me and asked me what was wrong. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.
If your definition of beautiful is occasional verbal abuse, dumping water on unsuspecting people to wake them up, and tag-teaming others to fuck with their heads, then yes, our friendship is gorgeous.
And it's stayed that way, but now the secrets are out. Cas knows about what I do in my spare time and I know about what he does in his. It's strange, knowing that you've lived with someone who walks the same path as you and never really knowing it. Now it's just odd that I spent so many hours hiding knives and guns and bottles of holy water and all the other shit that a hunter needs to stay on their toes. And you would also think that there would be gulf between us because we've been hiding the same secret from each other since the day we met, but there's not and I think we're both grateful for that.
But I can tell that Cas is tense. Something is bugging him and I don't know what. And frankly, I'm afraid to ask. All I know is that he's muttered the name Dean a million times since last night and if he's talking about who I think he's talking about, then I am in way over my head here. Demons I can take, Dean Winchester and his fucked up legacy, not so much.
But I don't think I get that choice, because something huge is brewing, I can feel it. Every ounce of me is screaming at me to run, to get out of the potential crossfire, but I can't. Because Cas is my friend and if he's going down, you can bet your sweet ass that I'm going with him.
And besides, what else could be out there that has Cas running scared? Have angels suddenly materialized and they aren't all fluffy white white wings and halos? Yeah, I highly freaking doubt it.