A New Earth: Chapter 11: In Which We Meet an Old Friend
Title: A New Earth: Chapter 11: In Which We Meet an Old Friend
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Castiel, Gabriel, Balthazar, Dean, Sam, Bobby, Crowley, Jessica, Tessa
Rating: PG-13
Genres: Humor, drama
Era: AU
Warnings: um, Crowley
Word Count: 2,128
Summary: Angels and hunters don't know each other. Apocalypse happens. Righteous humans given to angels on earth. Read a better summary here. In this chapter, we meet an old friend and things get awkward.
Notes: I almost left this plot line out because it doesn't effect the main plot, but then I really wanted to keep Tessa in!
Things changed after that. Sam and Gabriel now spent a lot more time together in Sam's room, but we did not talk about that as per Dean's instructions. I do not believe he was upset with Sam or Gabriel, but I did not understand where his concern came from. He refused to talk about it when I asked.
Perhaps he was worried about Jo. No sign of her had been found, even after Michael allowed Anna to leave the compound to search. Everyone was displeased with her disappearance - whether it showed our weakness or our failure at keeping a human happy and safe. I sensed that Ellen was desperately worried, but her face never showed it. She and Uriel worked tirelessly, pouring over maps to find nearby places for Anna to search.
Crowley's deal was agreed upon. Michael decided that since our humans knew him so well that we could take care of him. Balthazar protested, saying that the humans were already enough trouble, but Michael ignored his protests. Gabriel gave him a place out back by adding on to the garage. Crowley protested the lack of luxury less than the fact that he was unable to leave the building. Bobby was the only one who visited. Balthazar occasionally went with him, either to annoy or protect.
I disliked having a demon nearby, but it was unlikely that he would try to do us harm with an archangel living with us. I would keep a close watch on him, but since Dean did not seem to worry, I would follow him.
One day, Dean decided to go for a walk and drag me along with him. As we stepped outside he explained, “Sam and Gabriel are just too much, you know? I sit on that couch! I don’t even know what Bobby and Crowley and Balthazar are doing in the garage-“
“They’re fixing up a 1965 Buick Skylar and eating pepperoni pizza.”
“I said I didn’t want to know, Cas!” He glared at me for a moment, then laughed. “Sorry, buddy, I guess that’s not as bad as I thought.”
I would not ask what he thought they were doing, because I did not want to know. Sometimes humans could be very… perverse.
Instead I asked Dean, “Where shall we go?”
He shrugged. That was perfectly acceptable; I was always happy to go anywhere with Dean. “Stop grinning at me like that,” teased Dean.
I did not blush. I simply shrugged, mimicking him earlier.
We walked for several miles, alternating between friendly teasing and companionable silence. We were walking out of a cul-de-sac that we had mistakenly wandered down, having not noticed the dead end sign, when we heard a voice calling after us - “Dean!”
We both turned to see a pretty, blonde girl running after us. She came to a stop in front of us; I did not recognize her, and neither did Dean judging by the confused look on his face. “Oh my gosh, Dean, I can’t believe it’s you. I hardly recognized you! But when I saw you walking down the street, I was like, that’s Sam’s brother! We never met, but I definitely recognized you from his picture! Is Sam here? Is he ok?”
Finally, she paused, giving Dean the chance to ask, “Who are you?”
The girl laughed, throwing her arms around Dean in a tight hug. “Oh sweetie, sorry, it’s me Jessica!”
Dean’s whole body jerked. I started forward, but the Jessica girl released him. Both were smiling now, though Dean’s seemed a bit strained. A dark haired female came of out a house down the street and hurried over to us. She wasn’t an angel, but a reaper.
“Are you all right, Jessica?” asked the reaper. “Who are your friends?”
Jessica laughed, “Tessa, this is Sam’s brother Dean. You remember Sam, right? Well, I guess you don’t, but he was my boyfriend before I was in the coma. Dean, this is Tessa; she’s my guardian. And I’m sorry, I don’t know you…”
She smiled at me, expectantly. I stared back.
Dean jumped in, smacking my lightly on the shoulder. “This silent fellow is Castiel, my, er, guardian.”
“So nice to meet you, Castiel.” Jessica shook my hand warmly. Tessa shook Dean’s hand and then mine. “Why don’t you all come inside for something to drink? It’s so warm out?”
Somewhat overwhelmed, Dean and I followed the enthusiastic girl inside her and Tessa’s house where we were served pink lemonade. “I can’t believe you’re here, Dean!” exclaimed Jessica.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” said Dean, rubbing the back of his neck. “I thought you were… you know… dead.”
“I was! Well, not really. That horrible fire almost got me (I was declared dead for 3 minutes and 42 seconds), but I just ended up in a coma for, like, ever. Until a few months ago when this whole end of the world thing happened and Tessa woke me up and brought me here.”
Tessa interjected, “She was deemed to be righteous for her suffering.”
“I was in a coma. I was sleeping with nice dreams. I hardly call it suffering! But, honestly, thanks all the same, Tessie!” Jessica gave Tessa a quick side hug. Jessica looked at Dean, “Is Sam here too?”
Dean cleared his throat and finally nodded. I did not understand his hesitation - surely Sam would be happy to see this woman alive. Then I thought of the years that had passed and of Gabriel, and I thought I understood. However, I would keep silent, and let Dean handle this concern.
“Yes, Jessica, Sam is here too. He’s doing well, considering everything that’s happened to us.”
I knew Dean meant since the End of Days, but Jessica said, “Oh yes, tell me everything that happened while I was gone - he was always so worried about you and your father. Tell me what you’ve been doing since then!”
Tessa spoke up, “She knows only a little about what has been going on in the world outside, but you may tell her about being hunters.”
Dean nodded. I knew he would try to keep things easy and avoid the truly frightening parts of the Winchester story. He went on for about an hour, telling stories and making Jessica laugh at his and Sam’s antics.
When he’d finished the seventh tale, Tessa stood up and excused herself to make more lemonade. “That’s all right, Tessa,” Dean spoke up. “Cas and I should probably head home; the others will start to worry.”
Jessica clasped her hands together, “Oh, can we come! I want to see Sam.”
“Of course you do,” said Dean. “But I think it’d be too much of shock for Sam - he was real broken up for a long while after he lost you. I think I should give him some warning first.”
“That sounds wise,” said Jessica. “Let me write down our phone number for you, and you can call us as soon as he’s ready.”
Later that night as we sat down to dinner, ignoring Bobby complaining about how the pair of us were doing all the cleaning up since we’d bailed on the cooking, I tapped Dean on the arm, asking Dean what he was planning. Subtly, he shook his head not yet. I arranged my napkin over my lap, ignoring Balthazar’s curious look at our exchange.
We had been eating awkwardly for a few minutes before Dean shouted, “What the hell is Crowley doing eating with us!?”
“Pleasure to see you too, love.”
“It was Gabriel’s idea,” explained Sam.
“No, no, this’s all Bobby. He just remembered how things work around here and asked me first. Of course, I said the demon-scum was welcome to eat with us. All the better to keep an eye on him.”
The rest of the dinner plummeted into cheery arguments and playful teasing.
After dinner as Dean and I were doing the mountain of dishes, he told me that he would tell Sam about Jessica later that night and asked me not to mention it to anyone. I agreed, of course. He also asked me to distract Gabriel and Balthazar, and Bobby too, but he didn’t have an angel’s hearing. So I shooed them all outside, saying something about it was past time for cleaning out the garage. I barked orders, trying to keep them busy enough so that they would not notice Dean and Sam’s absence for as long as possible.
However, my ploy was up when we all heard Sam’s shout from upstairs. Gabriel was there in an instant, while the rest of us took the more natural route of walking.
When we arrived, I made only a small effort to keep the others out before we all piled into Sam’s bedroom. I looked everyone over, trying to figure out what damage had been done. Neither Sam, Dean, nor Gabriel seemed irreparably upset. Dean was re-explaining everything to Gabriel and the four of us caught the end of it.
“Who’s Jessica?” Balthazar whispered in my ear.
“Sam’s old girlfriend who was in a coma but woke up and was sent here, and Dean and I met her today,” I said as quiet as I could back.”
“How old is ‘old?’” asked Balthazar.
“I remember Jessica,” mutter Bobby. “Never met her, but Sam met her at college, right? John was not happy about that whole thing, but he couldn’t say much after the girl died, but I guess she didn’t.”
“Awkward,” muttered Crowley in my other ear.
I turned to glare at him - what was he doing in the house, when Dean’s own glare caught my attention.
“Great,” he snapped. “Everybody all caught up on Sam’s love life?”
“Jessica must have been before you met me, like years and years ago,” responded Crowley, who jerked as Bobby elbowed him.
“I don’t know what to do, Dean,” said Sam. “I should go see her.”
“Of course, we can go now,” said Gabriel, his voice expressionless, his face tight and still.
“There’s no need to go right now,” said Dean quickly. “I’ll give her a call tomorrow and we can all meet.”
“I’m sure Sam would appreciate some alone time.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Sam scolded. “It has been years and years. I’m over her.”
“Are you sure?” said Gabriel, leaning close.
“Of course,” Sam mumbled, their eyes locked.
Dean, Balthazar, Bobby, and Crowley all groaned. I thought it was touching. I’m not sure who did it, but before my next breath we were all back out in the garage.
“Well then, that’s something,” said Balthazar.
“Yup,” said Bobby.
“Yep,” said Crowley.
“Yes,” I said.
A muffled banging came from the trunk of the Buick. I hurried to open it and found Dean glaring within. “That angel is something, all right!”
The next day after calling, Sam and Gabriel went to Jessica and Tessa’s house. Dean and I (nor the others) were not allowed along. They were gone for several hours, but when they returned all was well. Sam explained that Jessica did not hold him to any promises made in the past. Despite the fact, that the feelings and memories should have been just as fresh as the day she fell asleep, Jessica said that that past seemed like a distant memory. Her heart had not been broken like Sam’s had. I wondered if Tessa was someway responsible for that.
Sam and Jessica assured each other that they would see each other often, friends again, but the romance had faded. Time was responsible for that.
Gabriel and Sam appeared to me to be happy together once again, much to everyone else’s dismay. I admit, seeing the two of them wrapped around each other all over the house and yard and garage all the time did grow a bit disconcerting after a time.
Though, that may have just been Dean’s influence on me.
For the most part, things in our home settled, in the face of everything else going on in our community.
Chapter 12
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Castiel, Gabriel, Balthazar, Dean, Sam, Bobby, Crowley, Jessica, Tessa
Rating: PG-13
Genres: Humor, drama
Era: AU
Warnings: um, Crowley
Word Count: 2,128
Summary: Angels and hunters don't know each other. Apocalypse happens. Righteous humans given to angels on earth. Read a better summary here. In this chapter, we meet an old friend and things get awkward.
Notes: I almost left this plot line out because it doesn't effect the main plot, but then I really wanted to keep Tessa in!
Things changed after that. Sam and Gabriel now spent a lot more time together in Sam's room, but we did not talk about that as per Dean's instructions. I do not believe he was upset with Sam or Gabriel, but I did not understand where his concern came from. He refused to talk about it when I asked.
Perhaps he was worried about Jo. No sign of her had been found, even after Michael allowed Anna to leave the compound to search. Everyone was displeased with her disappearance - whether it showed our weakness or our failure at keeping a human happy and safe. I sensed that Ellen was desperately worried, but her face never showed it. She and Uriel worked tirelessly, pouring over maps to find nearby places for Anna to search.
Crowley's deal was agreed upon. Michael decided that since our humans knew him so well that we could take care of him. Balthazar protested, saying that the humans were already enough trouble, but Michael ignored his protests. Gabriel gave him a place out back by adding on to the garage. Crowley protested the lack of luxury less than the fact that he was unable to leave the building. Bobby was the only one who visited. Balthazar occasionally went with him, either to annoy or protect.
I disliked having a demon nearby, but it was unlikely that he would try to do us harm with an archangel living with us. I would keep a close watch on him, but since Dean did not seem to worry, I would follow him.
One day, Dean decided to go for a walk and drag me along with him. As we stepped outside he explained, “Sam and Gabriel are just too much, you know? I sit on that couch! I don’t even know what Bobby and Crowley and Balthazar are doing in the garage-“
“They’re fixing up a 1965 Buick Skylar and eating pepperoni pizza.”
“I said I didn’t want to know, Cas!” He glared at me for a moment, then laughed. “Sorry, buddy, I guess that’s not as bad as I thought.”
I would not ask what he thought they were doing, because I did not want to know. Sometimes humans could be very… perverse.
Instead I asked Dean, “Where shall we go?”
He shrugged. That was perfectly acceptable; I was always happy to go anywhere with Dean. “Stop grinning at me like that,” teased Dean.
I did not blush. I simply shrugged, mimicking him earlier.
We walked for several miles, alternating between friendly teasing and companionable silence. We were walking out of a cul-de-sac that we had mistakenly wandered down, having not noticed the dead end sign, when we heard a voice calling after us - “Dean!”
We both turned to see a pretty, blonde girl running after us. She came to a stop in front of us; I did not recognize her, and neither did Dean judging by the confused look on his face. “Oh my gosh, Dean, I can’t believe it’s you. I hardly recognized you! But when I saw you walking down the street, I was like, that’s Sam’s brother! We never met, but I definitely recognized you from his picture! Is Sam here? Is he ok?”
Finally, she paused, giving Dean the chance to ask, “Who are you?”
The girl laughed, throwing her arms around Dean in a tight hug. “Oh sweetie, sorry, it’s me Jessica!”
Dean’s whole body jerked. I started forward, but the Jessica girl released him. Both were smiling now, though Dean’s seemed a bit strained. A dark haired female came of out a house down the street and hurried over to us. She wasn’t an angel, but a reaper.
“Are you all right, Jessica?” asked the reaper. “Who are your friends?”
Jessica laughed, “Tessa, this is Sam’s brother Dean. You remember Sam, right? Well, I guess you don’t, but he was my boyfriend before I was in the coma. Dean, this is Tessa; she’s my guardian. And I’m sorry, I don’t know you…”
She smiled at me, expectantly. I stared back.
Dean jumped in, smacking my lightly on the shoulder. “This silent fellow is Castiel, my, er, guardian.”
“So nice to meet you, Castiel.” Jessica shook my hand warmly. Tessa shook Dean’s hand and then mine. “Why don’t you all come inside for something to drink? It’s so warm out?”
Somewhat overwhelmed, Dean and I followed the enthusiastic girl inside her and Tessa’s house where we were served pink lemonade. “I can’t believe you’re here, Dean!” exclaimed Jessica.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” said Dean, rubbing the back of his neck. “I thought you were… you know… dead.”
“I was! Well, not really. That horrible fire almost got me (I was declared dead for 3 minutes and 42 seconds), but I just ended up in a coma for, like, ever. Until a few months ago when this whole end of the world thing happened and Tessa woke me up and brought me here.”
Tessa interjected, “She was deemed to be righteous for her suffering.”
“I was in a coma. I was sleeping with nice dreams. I hardly call it suffering! But, honestly, thanks all the same, Tessie!” Jessica gave Tessa a quick side hug. Jessica looked at Dean, “Is Sam here too?”
Dean cleared his throat and finally nodded. I did not understand his hesitation - surely Sam would be happy to see this woman alive. Then I thought of the years that had passed and of Gabriel, and I thought I understood. However, I would keep silent, and let Dean handle this concern.
“Yes, Jessica, Sam is here too. He’s doing well, considering everything that’s happened to us.”
I knew Dean meant since the End of Days, but Jessica said, “Oh yes, tell me everything that happened while I was gone - he was always so worried about you and your father. Tell me what you’ve been doing since then!”
Tessa spoke up, “She knows only a little about what has been going on in the world outside, but you may tell her about being hunters.”
Dean nodded. I knew he would try to keep things easy and avoid the truly frightening parts of the Winchester story. He went on for about an hour, telling stories and making Jessica laugh at his and Sam’s antics.
When he’d finished the seventh tale, Tessa stood up and excused herself to make more lemonade. “That’s all right, Tessa,” Dean spoke up. “Cas and I should probably head home; the others will start to worry.”
Jessica clasped her hands together, “Oh, can we come! I want to see Sam.”
“Of course you do,” said Dean. “But I think it’d be too much of shock for Sam - he was real broken up for a long while after he lost you. I think I should give him some warning first.”
“That sounds wise,” said Jessica. “Let me write down our phone number for you, and you can call us as soon as he’s ready.”
Later that night as we sat down to dinner, ignoring Bobby complaining about how the pair of us were doing all the cleaning up since we’d bailed on the cooking, I tapped Dean on the arm, asking Dean what he was planning. Subtly, he shook his head not yet. I arranged my napkin over my lap, ignoring Balthazar’s curious look at our exchange.
We had been eating awkwardly for a few minutes before Dean shouted, “What the hell is Crowley doing eating with us!?”
“Pleasure to see you too, love.”
“It was Gabriel’s idea,” explained Sam.
“No, no, this’s all Bobby. He just remembered how things work around here and asked me first. Of course, I said the demon-scum was welcome to eat with us. All the better to keep an eye on him.”
The rest of the dinner plummeted into cheery arguments and playful teasing.
After dinner as Dean and I were doing the mountain of dishes, he told me that he would tell Sam about Jessica later that night and asked me not to mention it to anyone. I agreed, of course. He also asked me to distract Gabriel and Balthazar, and Bobby too, but he didn’t have an angel’s hearing. So I shooed them all outside, saying something about it was past time for cleaning out the garage. I barked orders, trying to keep them busy enough so that they would not notice Dean and Sam’s absence for as long as possible.
However, my ploy was up when we all heard Sam’s shout from upstairs. Gabriel was there in an instant, while the rest of us took the more natural route of walking.
When we arrived, I made only a small effort to keep the others out before we all piled into Sam’s bedroom. I looked everyone over, trying to figure out what damage had been done. Neither Sam, Dean, nor Gabriel seemed irreparably upset. Dean was re-explaining everything to Gabriel and the four of us caught the end of it.
“Who’s Jessica?” Balthazar whispered in my ear.
“Sam’s old girlfriend who was in a coma but woke up and was sent here, and Dean and I met her today,” I said as quiet as I could back.”
“How old is ‘old?’” asked Balthazar.
“I remember Jessica,” mutter Bobby. “Never met her, but Sam met her at college, right? John was not happy about that whole thing, but he couldn’t say much after the girl died, but I guess she didn’t.”
“Awkward,” muttered Crowley in my other ear.
I turned to glare at him - what was he doing in the house, when Dean’s own glare caught my attention.
“Great,” he snapped. “Everybody all caught up on Sam’s love life?”
“Jessica must have been before you met me, like years and years ago,” responded Crowley, who jerked as Bobby elbowed him.
“I don’t know what to do, Dean,” said Sam. “I should go see her.”
“Of course, we can go now,” said Gabriel, his voice expressionless, his face tight and still.
“There’s no need to go right now,” said Dean quickly. “I’ll give her a call tomorrow and we can all meet.”
“I’m sure Sam would appreciate some alone time.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Sam scolded. “It has been years and years. I’m over her.”
“Are you sure?” said Gabriel, leaning close.
“Of course,” Sam mumbled, their eyes locked.
Dean, Balthazar, Bobby, and Crowley all groaned. I thought it was touching. I’m not sure who did it, but before my next breath we were all back out in the garage.
“Well then, that’s something,” said Balthazar.
“Yup,” said Bobby.
“Yep,” said Crowley.
“Yes,” I said.
A muffled banging came from the trunk of the Buick. I hurried to open it and found Dean glaring within. “That angel is something, all right!”
The next day after calling, Sam and Gabriel went to Jessica and Tessa’s house. Dean and I (nor the others) were not allowed along. They were gone for several hours, but when they returned all was well. Sam explained that Jessica did not hold him to any promises made in the past. Despite the fact, that the feelings and memories should have been just as fresh as the day she fell asleep, Jessica said that that past seemed like a distant memory. Her heart had not been broken like Sam’s had. I wondered if Tessa was someway responsible for that.
Sam and Jessica assured each other that they would see each other often, friends again, but the romance had faded. Time was responsible for that.
Gabriel and Sam appeared to me to be happy together once again, much to everyone else’s dismay. I admit, seeing the two of them wrapped around each other all over the house and yard and garage all the time did grow a bit disconcerting after a time.
Though, that may have just been Dean’s influence on me.
For the most part, things in our home settled, in the face of everything else going on in our community.
Chapter 12