09x24 - Evolution - Part One: Unforgiven & Unforeseen
Episode number: 09x24 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Evolution
Subtitle: Unforgiven & Unforeseen
Author: dracox-serdriel
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Elk Creek, Nebraska. The smoke carried the scent of sandalwood for miles, and the ash caked the ground where once a family lived. Sandalwood had long been considered a sacred incense; something set apart from everything else.
In the traditions of some cultures, the possessions of the deceased could hold a part of them, a sliver of their life force. Items that were old, well loved, or held in high regard were especially prone to containing shards of someone's soul. Jesse refused to let any part of his parents become stuck on this earth, so he lined their house and possessions with sandalwood and burned everything.
To Jesse, the ceremony started under the stars and lasted through the dawn and the dusk to the next night's sky. But that time was his perception, a byproduct of his mourning. To everyone else, it was as if a comet landed on the homestead of the Turner Family. Anything that could burn became ash, and everything else ground into a fine powder. At the very center, a grave for Clayton and Jill Turner, beloved parents.
I need to stop this. All this pain and blood and loss. I need to stop this.
It was like the levee broke. The murmur became stronger, like a recurring thought or a song that keeps running in the undercurrents of the mind. Jesse discovered he didn't mind it racing along with his normal thoughts.
Everything that happened was because of Therion and her monsters and Lucifer and his demons. Gabriel always said I had the power to wipe out the Heavenly Host. So why not all the monsters? Why not all the demons?
Somewhere in Tennessee. Sam Winchester did another sweep over the Impala, trying to piece together what happened after the big hound thing blindsided him. Dean got behind the wheel, then something knocked him out. And the Turners were in the backseat. The amount of blood suggested that something killed both of them.
His stomach wrenched at the thought. They failed. They said they'd look after Jesse's parents, and now they couldn't even tell him what happened.
Sam spotted it out of the corner of his eye. He did everything he could to act natural, like he hadn't noticed. He slid his hand over the demon knife, and in one quick motion he impaled the creepy crawly near the rear tire. It was a conworm.
"What the hell?" Sam said out loud.
He turned back to Dean, who still had his eyes closed. Sam wondered if Dean knew how long he'd been sitting there.
Dean didn't know that he'd been reaching out to Castiel for nearly ten minutes. It felt like just a few heartbeats to him. "Cas," Dean thought. "Cas, I'm here. I'm listening." And he waited.
"Dean, they set a trap. I'm trying to get to you, but I can't. I landed about half a mile from you. I'll be there soon. Can you hear me? Dean?"
"Yeah, I can hear you, you bastard," Dean said out loud.
"Dean, you okay?" Sam called from the car.
"Cas is coming, Sammy!" Dean replied. "Cas is on his way."
Denali, Alaska. Therion stared out over the mountains. She marshaled her forces around the mountain of Denali. It had a grandness to it that only natural formation could provide, and now her legions filled out the land around her.
Never before had monsters united with Leviathan and hybrids. Oh, Eve had raised quite a fuss when Crowley was scorching the world for Purgatory, but the mother of all monsters created new offspring with a touch. Therion didn't have that luxury. She had to convince the part-demon shifters and demonically imbued djinn to cooperate with one another. Quite an achievement by any means, let alone with the likes of Lucifer and Paimon opposing her.
Legions of vampires, skinwalkers, okamis, werewolves, kitsunes, arachnes, kelpies, shifters, wraiths, and vetala stood in formation. Dozens of Leviathan, rakshasas, lamia, rugarus, and sirens joined her ranks. And then there were the specialists: the conworms and the dragons.
But in spite of her achievement, there remained only one cambion on earth, and he was more dangerous than most of her army. Kull and his special Leviathan troops might be able to take Jesse Turner down, but a cambion in grief would be unpredictable. Therion had thousands of warriors, yet her only recourse was the one order she hated giving.
"Go to ground," she said. "And wait for my command."
The most fearsome army of monsters the world will ever know, and today, their orders were to run and hide.
Hyder, Arizona. Paimon knelt before Lucifer, the leader of Hell, the first fallen, and the most powerful.
"I see that the cambion has finally come into his own," Lucifer said. "And I have you to thank for it."
"As you ordered," Paimon replied.
It wasn't an act of humility. Paimon was plainly honest in these matters, as anything else would wind up killing him.
"You doubt me."
"I am concerned about the unpredictability of humanity," Paimon replied.
"You think that's different from doubting me?" Lucifer asked.
"I don't doubt you," Paimon said calmly. "But the cambion is part-human. And humanity... corrupts. That was ultimately the undoing of Crowley."
Lucifer seemed appeased by this answer. "Crowley's fate was sealed when he betrayed me. Be sure you don't make the same mistake."
Paimon didn't move. He waited for the fire to pass from Lucifer's eyes. Paimon had defeated Abaddon and Valefar and dozens of other demons of tremendous power; a kingship in Hell wasn't won with tea and biscuits, after all. But Lucifer could eviscerate him if he thought Paimon was slipping away.
"We should prepare for Jesse Turner," Lucifer said smugly. "We'll need to have an appropriate welcome."
Jesse opened his eyes. His work was done; he did what a good son should do. And yet he felt oddly empty, unfulfilled. He was alone.
I have the power to stop it all. They gave me enough power to destroy everything, thinking that they could destroy me. The Winchesters tried and failed because they're just men. But I'm not a man. I was never a man, and I will never be a man.
"You wanted a weapon," Jesse whispered. "I guess you've got one."
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Primary Post: 09x24 Evolution
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Evolution
Subtitle: Unforgiven & Unforeseen
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count:
Rating:
Warnings:
Elk Creek, Nebraska. The smoke carried the scent of sandalwood for miles, and the ash caked the ground where once a family lived. Sandalwood had long been considered a sacred incense; something set apart from everything else.
In the traditions of some cultures, the possessions of the deceased could hold a part of them, a sliver of their life force. Items that were old, well loved, or held in high regard were especially prone to containing shards of someone's soul. Jesse refused to let any part of his parents become stuck on this earth, so he lined their house and possessions with sandalwood and burned everything.
To Jesse, the ceremony started under the stars and lasted through the dawn and the dusk to the next night's sky. But that time was his perception, a byproduct of his mourning. To everyone else, it was as if a comet landed on the homestead of the Turner Family. Anything that could burn became ash, and everything else ground into a fine powder. At the very center, a grave for Clayton and Jill Turner, beloved parents.
I need to stop this. All this pain and blood and loss. I need to stop this.
It was like the levee broke. The murmur became stronger, like a recurring thought or a song that keeps running in the undercurrents of the mind. Jesse discovered he didn't mind it racing along with his normal thoughts.
Everything that happened was because of Therion and her monsters and Lucifer and his demons. Gabriel always said I had the power to wipe out the Heavenly Host. So why not all the monsters? Why not all the demons?
Somewhere in Tennessee. Sam Winchester did another sweep over the Impala, trying to piece together what happened after the big hound thing blindsided him. Dean got behind the wheel, then something knocked him out. And the Turners were in the backseat. The amount of blood suggested that something killed both of them.
His stomach wrenched at the thought. They failed. They said they'd look after Jesse's parents, and now they couldn't even tell him what happened.
Sam spotted it out of the corner of his eye. He did everything he could to act natural, like he hadn't noticed. He slid his hand over the demon knife, and in one quick motion he impaled the creepy crawly near the rear tire. It was a conworm.
"What the hell?" Sam said out loud.
He turned back to Dean, who still had his eyes closed. Sam wondered if Dean knew how long he'd been sitting there.
Dean didn't know that he'd been reaching out to Castiel for nearly ten minutes. It felt like just a few heartbeats to him. "Cas," Dean thought. "Cas, I'm here. I'm listening." And he waited.
"Dean, they set a trap. I'm trying to get to you, but I can't. I landed about half a mile from you. I'll be there soon. Can you hear me? Dean?"
"Yeah, I can hear you, you bastard," Dean said out loud.
"Dean, you okay?" Sam called from the car.
"Cas is coming, Sammy!" Dean replied. "Cas is on his way."
Denali, Alaska. Therion stared out over the mountains. She marshaled her forces around the mountain of Denali. It had a grandness to it that only natural formation could provide, and now her legions filled out the land around her.
Never before had monsters united with Leviathan and hybrids. Oh, Eve had raised quite a fuss when Crowley was scorching the world for Purgatory, but the mother of all monsters created new offspring with a touch. Therion didn't have that luxury. She had to convince the part-demon shifters and demonically imbued djinn to cooperate with one another. Quite an achievement by any means, let alone with the likes of Lucifer and Paimon opposing her.
Legions of vampires, skinwalkers, okamis, werewolves, kitsunes, arachnes, kelpies, shifters, wraiths, and vetala stood in formation. Dozens of Leviathan, rakshasas, lamia, rugarus, and sirens joined her ranks. And then there were the specialists: the conworms and the dragons.
But in spite of her achievement, there remained only one cambion on earth, and he was more dangerous than most of her army. Kull and his special Leviathan troops might be able to take Jesse Turner down, but a cambion in grief would be unpredictable. Therion had thousands of warriors, yet her only recourse was the one order she hated giving.
"Go to ground," she said. "And wait for my command."
The most fearsome army of monsters the world will ever know, and today, their orders were to run and hide.
Hyder, Arizona. Paimon knelt before Lucifer, the leader of Hell, the first fallen, and the most powerful.
"I see that the cambion has finally come into his own," Lucifer said. "And I have you to thank for it."
"As you ordered," Paimon replied.
It wasn't an act of humility. Paimon was plainly honest in these matters, as anything else would wind up killing him.
"You doubt me."
"I am concerned about the unpredictability of humanity," Paimon replied.
"You think that's different from doubting me?" Lucifer asked.
"I don't doubt you," Paimon said calmly. "But the cambion is part-human. And humanity... corrupts. That was ultimately the undoing of Crowley."
Lucifer seemed appeased by this answer. "Crowley's fate was sealed when he betrayed me. Be sure you don't make the same mistake."
Paimon didn't move. He waited for the fire to pass from Lucifer's eyes. Paimon had defeated Abaddon and Valefar and dozens of other demons of tremendous power; a kingship in Hell wasn't won with tea and biscuits, after all. But Lucifer could eviscerate him if he thought Paimon was slipping away.
"We should prepare for Jesse Turner," Lucifer said smugly. "We'll need to have an appropriate welcome."
Jesse opened his eyes. His work was done; he did what a good son should do. And yet he felt oddly empty, unfulfilled. He was alone.
I have the power to stop it all. They gave me enough power to destroy everything, thinking that they could destroy me. The Winchesters tried and failed because they're just men. But I'm not a man. I was never a man, and I will never be a man.
"You wanted a weapon," Jesse whispered. "I guess you've got one."
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