Fic: Section of Ashes to Earthside(working title)
Title: Section of 'Ashes to Earthside' (working title)
Author: Falling_dominos
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Castiel, OFC
Word Count: 1284
Disclaimer: I own the Supernatural kids not! Kripke and CW own them, I have my OFC tho! XD
Summary: Dean's not quite enjoying retired hunter life, but that doesn't mean he's letting his guard down, either.
A/N: Ashes to Earthside is the working title of my Nephilim series. Thanks a_phoenixdragon for the title idea! aka the 'Loneliness and Wings verse'.
"Dean...wake up...Dean" before Ben's small hand could touch Dean's shoulder, the Winchester's eyes snapped open. His eyes were alert, looking at Ben with concern written on his features. Dean didn't sleep heavy unless he was drunk, worn out from a hunt, or tired from a long day on the road. Drunk was the only one of those three things that he ever was anymore, and even that wasn't often. Dean sat up, looking at Ben in the dark, trying to discern the reason why Ben had woken him up without speaking, he didn't want to wake Ben's mom.
Ben took the look as an invitation to continue. "Dean...there's a woman downstairs watching your Laptop. I saw her when I went down to get a drink. She's just sitting there, watching something on your laptop." The boy shrugged his shoulders, after he finished, and Dean was up and moving, pulling on pajama pants over his boxers and pulling an old gun out of his bedside drawer and checking to make sure it was loaded. Dean pointed to the bed that he had just recently vacated and the sternness of the gesture carried it's meaning clearly. Sit, stay, and don't make a damned sound. Ben did as Dean's gesture commanded, eyes wide and round in the dark as the Hunter who had been living with them came out in full force.
Once satisfied that Ben wouldn't be moving he headed out into the hallway, quietly avoiding the spots where the wood creaked as he headed toward the staircase leading down into the living room. Once he'd moved in with Lisa, he'd given up hunting, packed all of Sam's belongings into the spare room and only kept the Colt and his 1911 in the bedside table for protection. Things had been so quiet since he'd settled down, the whole world seemed to be sighing quietly, supernatural creatures taking a break since the world still existed.
Then of course, Dean's luck broke and here he was, bringing something into Lisa and Ben's world that didn't belong. Just like he didn't belong. Dean wasn't kidding himself, like he was Lisa and Ben, the whole 'suburban life' and what not was driving him slowly crazy. Truth be told, Dean liked the rush as his adrenalin started pumping at the idea of stopping this thing that had the nerve to touch Sam's things. His bare feet padded down the stairs, gun raised and at the ready as he turned the corner and saw a woman sitting on the couch, Sam's laptop on her lap, legs crossed at the ankles on the table. Streetlights from outside gave plenty of light to see by, he could tell her hair was blond.
"More like keys, plural, four of them." The blond had one hand up, gently touching the screen with a fingertip as Gabriel explained the plan to the two boys. That was what she was watching? What in the Hell was going on? Some demon trying to get Lucifer back out of his cage? The woman's shoulders shook, though she made no noise. Gabriel kept talking. The woman took a few moments and squared herself back up, reaching beside her and picking up a glass, sipping on it before placing it back.
Dean cocked the gun, the sound of the hammer pulling back making a rather loud click. The woman paused, stopping the movie, closing the laptops lid, and setting it reverently down on the coffee table. "You broke into the wrong house, sweetheart." Dean's voice was slightly lower than normal, his deep voice had carried further, and he didn't want Ben or Lisa to hear more of this than they needed to. Still the woman didn't face him, her hair was rather long, trailing down her back in waves. She was petite, poor girl, some demon was probably roiling around inside that girl's body.
"No, I broke into the right one, I'm afraid. I didn't mean to interrupt your evening. I simply needed to see something." She sounded so tired, and she held out her hands, showing she had no weapons, and she picked up her glass as she turned to face Dean. She brought the glass to her lips and sipped on it, watching Dean sadly. Dean couldn't be sure, but she looked familiar. She was petite, slim, looked so delicate. Dean didn't put the Colt down, but kept it aimed at her heart.
"I'll give it to ya, ballsy. You're the first thing to crawl into my retirement, brave of you." Dean smiled in the dark, it wasn't nice. She didn't respond to his taunt, merely took another sip of her drink. His bravado was back in full swagger, masking the fact that he was raging. He'd promised Sam he'd have a normal life, and even though it was killing him to do so, he'd been doing it! Now some bitch from hell crawled into Lisa's living room and it was all to find out about Lucifer's cage. Bringing the devil back, again...
"I just needed to see that DVD, Dean. When you wake up tomorrow, everything will be as it was. Ben won't remember, I won't be back to bother you again." Her voice was laden with something that seemed to make her smaller. Make her diminish. She looked him directly in the eyes, and he saw a flash of bright blue deep in her pupils. The blue that he'd seen on the edges of his vision for days after Anna had regained her grace. With a horribly familiar fluttering sound, she was gone, the laptop gone from the table. Dean knew that he'd find it back in Sam's satchel, safely back with the memories of his brother.
----
Dean yelled for twenty minutes in the yard before Castiel showed up, looking confused. "Finally, sorry...Cas, but I think there was an Angel here earlier, watching the DVD that Gabriel gave Sam and I." Dean had placed the Colt next to him as he sat on the stairs, his familiar leather jacket blocking out most of the cool air of the summer evening.
Castiel tilted his head to the side in his peculiar way and glanced heavenward, as if listening. He nodded minutely before re-focusing his attention on Dean. "No, Dean, no Angel has been to your home." After he said that, he swept past Dean and into the house, his steps silent along the floor. He looked around the room as if seeing things that Dean couldn't, which all things considered, he very well might be seeing something that Dean couldn't. The Colt feeling solid in his hand, Dean watched the angel for several tense moments.
Castiel paused at the coaster that had once sat under the woman's drink and then he finally blinked. He let out a breath, Dean didn't realize that he'd been holding one, but apparently Cas' still had some of those human tendencies that he'd picked up when his Grace had fled him. Castiel's fingers traced a few sigils in the air over the coaster and a glyph inscribed itself into the granite coaster. At the sharp inhale of surprise Dean couldn't take it anymore, "What, Cas?" he prompted the angel to start speaking, because sometimes Cas seemed to forget that humans couldn't read minds.
"You were right to call me, Dean. That wasn't an angel." Dean didn't get it, but Cas didn't give much more of an explanation. The angel slipped the coaster into his trench-coat's pocket and fluttered away, leaving Dean to fail to sleep after checking on Ben and finding that he was sleeping peacefully in his own bed rather than in Lisa's room where Dean had left him.
Author: Falling_dominos
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Castiel, OFC
Word Count: 1284
Disclaimer: I own the Supernatural kids not! Kripke and CW own them, I have my OFC tho! XD
Summary: Dean's not quite enjoying retired hunter life, but that doesn't mean he's letting his guard down, either.
A/N: Ashes to Earthside is the working title of my Nephilim series. Thanks a_phoenixdragon for the title idea! aka the 'Loneliness and Wings verse'.
"Dean...wake up...Dean" before Ben's small hand could touch Dean's shoulder, the Winchester's eyes snapped open. His eyes were alert, looking at Ben with concern written on his features. Dean didn't sleep heavy unless he was drunk, worn out from a hunt, or tired from a long day on the road. Drunk was the only one of those three things that he ever was anymore, and even that wasn't often. Dean sat up, looking at Ben in the dark, trying to discern the reason why Ben had woken him up without speaking, he didn't want to wake Ben's mom.
Ben took the look as an invitation to continue. "Dean...there's a woman downstairs watching your Laptop. I saw her when I went down to get a drink. She's just sitting there, watching something on your laptop." The boy shrugged his shoulders, after he finished, and Dean was up and moving, pulling on pajama pants over his boxers and pulling an old gun out of his bedside drawer and checking to make sure it was loaded. Dean pointed to the bed that he had just recently vacated and the sternness of the gesture carried it's meaning clearly. Sit, stay, and don't make a damned sound. Ben did as Dean's gesture commanded, eyes wide and round in the dark as the Hunter who had been living with them came out in full force.
Once satisfied that Ben wouldn't be moving he headed out into the hallway, quietly avoiding the spots where the wood creaked as he headed toward the staircase leading down into the living room. Once he'd moved in with Lisa, he'd given up hunting, packed all of Sam's belongings into the spare room and only kept the Colt and his 1911 in the bedside table for protection. Things had been so quiet since he'd settled down, the whole world seemed to be sighing quietly, supernatural creatures taking a break since the world still existed.
Then of course, Dean's luck broke and here he was, bringing something into Lisa and Ben's world that didn't belong. Just like he didn't belong. Dean wasn't kidding himself, like he was Lisa and Ben, the whole 'suburban life' and what not was driving him slowly crazy. Truth be told, Dean liked the rush as his adrenalin started pumping at the idea of stopping this thing that had the nerve to touch Sam's things. His bare feet padded down the stairs, gun raised and at the ready as he turned the corner and saw a woman sitting on the couch, Sam's laptop on her lap, legs crossed at the ankles on the table. Streetlights from outside gave plenty of light to see by, he could tell her hair was blond.
"More like keys, plural, four of them." The blond had one hand up, gently touching the screen with a fingertip as Gabriel explained the plan to the two boys. That was what she was watching? What in the Hell was going on? Some demon trying to get Lucifer back out of his cage? The woman's shoulders shook, though she made no noise. Gabriel kept talking. The woman took a few moments and squared herself back up, reaching beside her and picking up a glass, sipping on it before placing it back.
Dean cocked the gun, the sound of the hammer pulling back making a rather loud click. The woman paused, stopping the movie, closing the laptops lid, and setting it reverently down on the coffee table. "You broke into the wrong house, sweetheart." Dean's voice was slightly lower than normal, his deep voice had carried further, and he didn't want Ben or Lisa to hear more of this than they needed to. Still the woman didn't face him, her hair was rather long, trailing down her back in waves. She was petite, poor girl, some demon was probably roiling around inside that girl's body.
"No, I broke into the right one, I'm afraid. I didn't mean to interrupt your evening. I simply needed to see something." She sounded so tired, and she held out her hands, showing she had no weapons, and she picked up her glass as she turned to face Dean. She brought the glass to her lips and sipped on it, watching Dean sadly. Dean couldn't be sure, but she looked familiar. She was petite, slim, looked so delicate. Dean didn't put the Colt down, but kept it aimed at her heart.
"I'll give it to ya, ballsy. You're the first thing to crawl into my retirement, brave of you." Dean smiled in the dark, it wasn't nice. She didn't respond to his taunt, merely took another sip of her drink. His bravado was back in full swagger, masking the fact that he was raging. He'd promised Sam he'd have a normal life, and even though it was killing him to do so, he'd been doing it! Now some bitch from hell crawled into Lisa's living room and it was all to find out about Lucifer's cage. Bringing the devil back, again...
"I just needed to see that DVD, Dean. When you wake up tomorrow, everything will be as it was. Ben won't remember, I won't be back to bother you again." Her voice was laden with something that seemed to make her smaller. Make her diminish. She looked him directly in the eyes, and he saw a flash of bright blue deep in her pupils. The blue that he'd seen on the edges of his vision for days after Anna had regained her grace. With a horribly familiar fluttering sound, she was gone, the laptop gone from the table. Dean knew that he'd find it back in Sam's satchel, safely back with the memories of his brother.
----
Dean yelled for twenty minutes in the yard before Castiel showed up, looking confused. "Finally, sorry...Cas, but I think there was an Angel here earlier, watching the DVD that Gabriel gave Sam and I." Dean had placed the Colt next to him as he sat on the stairs, his familiar leather jacket blocking out most of the cool air of the summer evening.
Castiel tilted his head to the side in his peculiar way and glanced heavenward, as if listening. He nodded minutely before re-focusing his attention on Dean. "No, Dean, no Angel has been to your home." After he said that, he swept past Dean and into the house, his steps silent along the floor. He looked around the room as if seeing things that Dean couldn't, which all things considered, he very well might be seeing something that Dean couldn't. The Colt feeling solid in his hand, Dean watched the angel for several tense moments.
Castiel paused at the coaster that had once sat under the woman's drink and then he finally blinked. He let out a breath, Dean didn't realize that he'd been holding one, but apparently Cas' still had some of those human tendencies that he'd picked up when his Grace had fled him. Castiel's fingers traced a few sigils in the air over the coaster and a glyph inscribed itself into the granite coaster. At the sharp inhale of surprise Dean couldn't take it anymore, "What, Cas?" he prompted the angel to start speaking, because sometimes Cas seemed to forget that humans couldn't read minds.
"You were right to call me, Dean. That wasn't an angel." Dean didn't get it, but Cas didn't give much more of an explanation. The angel slipped the coaster into his trench-coat's pocket and fluttered away, leaving Dean to fail to sleep after checking on Ben and finding that he was sleeping peacefully in his own bed rather than in Lisa's room where Dean had left him.