WOAH A STORY. It has no name, but that's subject to change.
Title: [Untitled]
Author: boyonherbicycle
Characters: Dean, Castiel, Bobby, Sam, Aziraphale, Crowley (GO)
Rating: Worksafe
Warnings: Slash in the future. Language. Not a lot, but it’s there. Also, spoilers for sixth season.
Summary: Castiel found a way to look for the stolen weapons, but it requires visiting one of his brothers. An angel who is rumoured to be one of the oddest in creation, an angel who willingly consorts with a demon, an angel who owns a bookstore...
Author Notes: Um. It’s a bit different. Incorporates my strange reasoning in with the reasoning from either series. Kind of AU. Started writing it after ‘the Third Man”, but it’s been tweaked to account for the newest episodes.
This is a test run? Just wanting to know what people think. Appreciate some feedback, yeah?
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Contrary to the belief of the Winchester brothers, or most of the world actually, Castiel did not know every angel in Heaven. That would be like knowing every human in a city. As it were, he’d heard stories of most of them, legends of how much power they commanded, how much He loved them, and things like that. He’d never met Lucifer before that day, but every angel knew about him. Castiel hadn’t ever met any other arch angel besides Raphael before Gabriel, and now he wasn’t even sure what was going on.
Which brought the former renegade angel to his current predicament. On one hand, he really needed information, that only this angel would have (if the stories were true) but he was said to have been the oddest brother amoung them, even before his time on Earth. Castiel weighed his options before deciding.
Angels didn’t transport so much as just go from here to there. While it’s harder when in a vessel (because then the angel is tied down and has to actually physically moved) and not as silent (more Grace is used, so the wings actually have to work. Some angels have gotten so good at it, that they don’t need their wings), almost all angels who have taken a vessel prefer to travel in that way. It had something to do with the actual feeling of displacement that angels marveled at, while most simply liked that they were actually there, and not everywhere.
“Hello.” Castiel said to the brothers in Bobby’s house. All three humans jumped, with differing expressions. Dean’s was the one he paid more attention to.
“Jesus, Cas. Ever heard of knocking?” The angel shrugged, a human gesture that made the humans relax more, “I have some news.” He started, glancing back and forth between the Hunters, “I might have found a book that tell how to locate each Weapon.” Castiel was unsure if the humans even remembered, but he felt that he should at least tell them his good news. The first good news he'd had in a long while.
“Well… that’s great!” Sam forced a smile and it was then that Castiel realized that he probably interrupted something. He felt a twinge of guilt, he knew that it was a lot on Sam, but it had to be done. Castiel didn‘t want Dean to kill his own brother. He could never allow Dean that.
“So what’s stopping you from getting it?” Bobby was the one to ask, and Castiel felt almost grateful to the old Hunter.
“It’s…owned by an angel.”
Silence followed the small angel’s statement.
“Angels… own things? I thought that it would be too human.” Dean snorted and Castiel cocked his head slightly.
“It is …frowned upon to have material possessions. It is considered ‘human’. However, this angel is rumored to have been on Earth for so long that he’s gone native.”
“…Rumours?”
“Yes. I don’t know every angel in creation, and this angel had left heaven before the Fall.” Castiel pointed out, “Just as you don’t know every human, I do not know every angel.” Silence met the angel’s words before Dean ran a hand through his hair.
“Shit…” He dragged the hand down his face, “Where is this angel?”
“Soho, England.” Castiel answered, “In a bookstore. I’ve been told that he is what humans call a … bibliophile?” The Winchesters sputtered and Dean nearly chocked, laughing.
“That’s new.” Sam shrugged, “When are we leaving?”
“We?” Castiel cocked his head to the side, “I am going alone.”
“Uh, no, you’re not.” Dean snorted, crossing his arms. Castiel frowned as Sam pulled what he remembered Dean calling… his “bitch face”, “what if this angel turns out to be a nutter? You should have back up, in case something happens.”
“I do not -”
“Seriously, Cas,” Apparently, it was Sam’s turn to try and convince him now, “There’s a civil war, you said, going on in Heaven. Do you know which side this angel is on?” Castiel hesitated.
Well, shit. He hadn’t thought of that. The rumours about him were all simply ‘he’s the oddest angel of all creation.’
“Well,” The angel fidgeted. He had no answer to that, and Sam smirked, knowing he’d won. Castiel sighed, and resigned himself to the fact that it seemed that he was stuck with the Winchesters for a long time.
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It was harder to go where one wanted when one had passengers. Castiel had gotten used to Dean ages ago. Even if he hadn’t seen the human in over a year, he still remembered how to properly go between with Dean. Sam, on the other hand…
“Holy shit, dude,” Sam groaned, leaning against the side of the building. Castiel’s lips twitched a bit, and Dean snorted.
“And you were making fun of me. Bitch.”
“Ugh. Jerk.” As the brothers began to bicker, Castiel raked his eyes over the shabby book store that he was sure the angel owned. It looked almost run down; and it was old. Or at least, the buildings surrounding it made it look old and worn.
After Sam had gotten his bearings, the three made their way into the shop. A small bell chimed as they walked through, and Castiel instantly knew that this was the angel he had been looking for.
The entire store had a gloomy feel to it, with the layers of dust, the flickering lights, and the general feel of ‘Though They Say For Sale, They Really Aren’t Now Leave Before I Make You.’
“Dean,” Sam wheezed, suddenly out of breath, “I’ve only ever heard about these books! And this one, there’s only four copies left in the world!” The younger Winchester’s hands were shaking as his fingers ghosted over the covers of the books. Dean rolled his eyes and Castiel could see where Sam was coming from…
“Hello.” A rather cold voice drawled out in a very British accent, stopping all three dead in their tracks.
Part Two
Author: boyonherbicycle
Characters: Dean, Castiel, Bobby, Sam, Aziraphale, Crowley (GO)
Rating: Worksafe
Warnings: Slash in the future. Language. Not a lot, but it’s there. Also, spoilers for sixth season.
Summary: Castiel found a way to look for the stolen weapons, but it requires visiting one of his brothers. An angel who is rumoured to be one of the oddest in creation, an angel who willingly consorts with a demon, an angel who owns a bookstore...
Author Notes: Um. It’s a bit different. Incorporates my strange reasoning in with the reasoning from either series. Kind of AU. Started writing it after ‘the Third Man”, but it’s been tweaked to account for the newest episodes.
This is a test run? Just wanting to know what people think. Appreciate some feedback, yeah?
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Contrary to the belief of the Winchester brothers, or most of the world actually, Castiel did not know every angel in Heaven. That would be like knowing every human in a city. As it were, he’d heard stories of most of them, legends of how much power they commanded, how much He loved them, and things like that. He’d never met Lucifer before that day, but every angel knew about him. Castiel hadn’t ever met any other arch angel besides Raphael before Gabriel, and now he wasn’t even sure what was going on.
Which brought the former renegade angel to his current predicament. On one hand, he really needed information, that only this angel would have (if the stories were true) but he was said to have been the oddest brother amoung them, even before his time on Earth. Castiel weighed his options before deciding.
Angels didn’t transport so much as just go from here to there. While it’s harder when in a vessel (because then the angel is tied down and has to actually physically moved) and not as silent (more Grace is used, so the wings actually have to work. Some angels have gotten so good at it, that they don’t need their wings), almost all angels who have taken a vessel prefer to travel in that way. It had something to do with the actual feeling of displacement that angels marveled at, while most simply liked that they were actually there, and not everywhere.
“Hello.” Castiel said to the brothers in Bobby’s house. All three humans jumped, with differing expressions. Dean’s was the one he paid more attention to.
“Jesus, Cas. Ever heard of knocking?” The angel shrugged, a human gesture that made the humans relax more, “I have some news.” He started, glancing back and forth between the Hunters, “I might have found a book that tell how to locate each Weapon.” Castiel was unsure if the humans even remembered, but he felt that he should at least tell them his good news. The first good news he'd had in a long while.
“Well… that’s great!” Sam forced a smile and it was then that Castiel realized that he probably interrupted something. He felt a twinge of guilt, he knew that it was a lot on Sam, but it had to be done. Castiel didn‘t want Dean to kill his own brother. He could never allow Dean that.
“So what’s stopping you from getting it?” Bobby was the one to ask, and Castiel felt almost grateful to the old Hunter.
“It’s…owned by an angel.”
Silence followed the small angel’s statement.
“Angels… own things? I thought that it would be too human.” Dean snorted and Castiel cocked his head slightly.
“It is …frowned upon to have material possessions. It is considered ‘human’. However, this angel is rumored to have been on Earth for so long that he’s gone native.”
“…Rumours?”
“Yes. I don’t know every angel in creation, and this angel had left heaven before the Fall.” Castiel pointed out, “Just as you don’t know every human, I do not know every angel.” Silence met the angel’s words before Dean ran a hand through his hair.
“Shit…” He dragged the hand down his face, “Where is this angel?”
“Soho, England.” Castiel answered, “In a bookstore. I’ve been told that he is what humans call a … bibliophile?” The Winchesters sputtered and Dean nearly chocked, laughing.
“That’s new.” Sam shrugged, “When are we leaving?”
“We?” Castiel cocked his head to the side, “I am going alone.”
“Uh, no, you’re not.” Dean snorted, crossing his arms. Castiel frowned as Sam pulled what he remembered Dean calling… his “bitch face”, “what if this angel turns out to be a nutter? You should have back up, in case something happens.”
“I do not -”
“Seriously, Cas,” Apparently, it was Sam’s turn to try and convince him now, “There’s a civil war, you said, going on in Heaven. Do you know which side this angel is on?” Castiel hesitated.
Well, shit. He hadn’t thought of that. The rumours about him were all simply ‘he’s the oddest angel of all creation.’
“Well,” The angel fidgeted. He had no answer to that, and Sam smirked, knowing he’d won. Castiel sighed, and resigned himself to the fact that it seemed that he was stuck with the Winchesters for a long time.
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It was harder to go where one wanted when one had passengers. Castiel had gotten used to Dean ages ago. Even if he hadn’t seen the human in over a year, he still remembered how to properly go between with Dean. Sam, on the other hand…
“Holy shit, dude,” Sam groaned, leaning against the side of the building. Castiel’s lips twitched a bit, and Dean snorted.
“And you were making fun of me. Bitch.”
“Ugh. Jerk.” As the brothers began to bicker, Castiel raked his eyes over the shabby book store that he was sure the angel owned. It looked almost run down; and it was old. Or at least, the buildings surrounding it made it look old and worn.
After Sam had gotten his bearings, the three made their way into the shop. A small bell chimed as they walked through, and Castiel instantly knew that this was the angel he had been looking for.
The entire store had a gloomy feel to it, with the layers of dust, the flickering lights, and the general feel of ‘Though They Say For Sale, They Really Aren’t Now Leave Before I Make You.’
“Dean,” Sam wheezed, suddenly out of breath, “I’ve only ever heard about these books! And this one, there’s only four copies left in the world!” The younger Winchester’s hands were shaking as his fingers ghosted over the covers of the books. Dean rolled his eyes and Castiel could see where Sam was coming from…
“Hello.” A rather cold voice drawled out in a very British accent, stopping all three dead in their tracks.
Part Two