SPN - Firework, 1/1, PG13, OC, Crowley, Castiel (x Dean), 1,730
Title: Firework
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Trish (OC), Crowley, Castiel - past Dean Winchester/Castiel.
Warning(s): Future!fic, Original Character, Chracter Death (Off screen, original character), Adult language... Yeah.
Spoiler(s): IDEK.
Prompt(s): Alicat713 asked for "Supernatural, Castiel(/Dean) + OC's, The Angel Castiel has always watched over the descendants of Dean Winchester. The newest to assume the mantle of hunter finds out why." at comment_fic
Word Count: 1,730 (yeah, IDEK)
Rants: I'm not entirely sure what you had in mind, alicat713 but please don't think poorly of me for this. >.>
Summary: Trish just wants her brother back. She doesn't expect her life long angelic stalker Castiel to intervene.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Crossposted to: Here @ comment_fic
Trish’s hands were trembling while she waited for the crossroads demon to show. She couldn’t live, not like this, not if Max wasn’t around. Hunting wasn’t their job, it was their birthright but it meant absolutely nothing if she couldn’t do it with her little brother. She didn’t want to. They were the perfect team. They had been living out of each other’s pockets for so long she wasn’t sure what to do without him.
There was a whisper of wind to signal the arrival of the demon but Trish barely had time to turn and face him when she heard a familiar flutter of wings behind her.
“Patricia,” Castiel said, his eyes narrowed and his tone warning.
“Not now, Cas,” Trish snapped, turning to jab her finger at his chest. “You don’t get to be here, not now. Not after - not after you let Max die.”
“I did not - “ Castiel started, but the demon cut them off.
“There will always be a Winchester knocking on Hell’s door, won’t there?” He asked, a smug smirk on his face. “Patricia, was it?”
“I want my brother back,” She said, turning to face him. “Max. I want my Maxxie back.”
“Dealing with demons is never a good idea,” Castiel practically growls. “Especially not with him.”
“Still hung over about the Apocalypse, are we?” The demon asked, quirking an eyebrow. “I was on your side, if you don’t recall. Team Free Will.”
“You two know each other?” Trish asked, blinking big blue eyes slowly.
“Unfortunately,” Castiel replied bitterly. “You should leave now, Patricia, before you do something you regret. Crowley is not to be trusted.”
“Bringing Max back isn’t something I will ever regret,” Trish replied coolly. She turned her back to Castiel, planting her feet and squaring her shoulders. “You know what I want, can you help me or not?”
“You want me to bring back Maxwell Dean Winchester,” Crowley replied, shrugging his shoulders. “An interesting request, since he sold his soul to one of Us in the first place. To keep you from dying, I believe.” Crowley rolled his eyes, before looking over at Castiel. “Winchesters. They are all the same, aren’t they? Even four generations later.”
“You have not earned the right to speak about them,” Castiel warned, stepping closer. He threw his arm in front of Trish protectively and she saw the glint of a blade. “Leave now.”
“I’m afraid that’s not up to you to decide,” Crowley said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “You sure you want this? I’ll give you, eh, two years. I’m feeling generous.”
“Two years?” Trish asked, trembling. “The deal is for ten years!”
“Max only got one year, didn’t he?” Crowley asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Just like Dean. Life’s funny like that.”
“You - “ Castiel snarled.
Trish ducked under Castiel’s arm and moved between the two of them. “I’ll take the deal,” She said. “Two years. I’ll take it.”
“She really is no different than Dean,” Crowley mused. “Except for the big blue eyes. Otherwise, she’d be a spitting image, wouldn’t you say?”
Castiel was tense and the fingers of one hand curled into Trish’s arm tightly. “Do not do this, Patricia. You are the last member of the Winchester line.”
“If you’re so concerned, why don’t you just stab him?” Trish scowled. She tried to tug herself free but Castiel’s grip was too strong. “You’ve been stabbing them my whole life, you freak. Why not this one?”
“That’s not a very nice thing to say about the demon who offered to bring your brother back,” Crowley frowned, and they both glared at him. “Ah, yes. I definitely see the resemblance now.”
“Stay out of this, Crowley,” Castiel scowled. “I have refrained from stabbing you for your help before but my patience is wearing thin.”
“You’re going to kill me in front of your granddaughter?” Crowley asked, quirking an eyebrow and feigning shock. “That’s just deplorable.”
“I have, a grandfather, thanks and it is not Cas,” Trish laughed bitterly. “His name was John and he was an amazing Hunter.”
“Great granddaughter, then, if you want to be specific,” Crowley shrugged. “The point is the same.”
“But Cas is an angel,” Trish argued. “And he’s weird.”
She turned to look at Castiel, but he was glowering at Crowley. “That is not your story to tell.”
“What? You mean to say she doesn’t know how you got Dean Winchester pregnant?” Crowley asked, mock surprise on his face. “If it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t even be here.”
“I - what?” Trish asked, floored.
“Crowley,” Castiel practically growled.
“I’m going to run, Patricia,” Crowley said coolly, “before I get smote. Next time you want to make a deal, leave your angel at home.”
Trish didn’t have time to complain before Crowley was gone. “What the fuck?” She asked, staring at where he had been. Then, “What the fuck, Cas?” She asked, planting her palms against Castiel’s chest, she shoved hard.
He let himself be pushed but didn’t stumble. “Patricia?”
“What the fuck did he mean I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you?” She asked, scowling. “No, wait, better yet - what the fuck did he mean you got Dean fucking Winchester pregnant?”
For the entire time Trish had known Castiel - nineteen odd years that she can remember, but it was probably the full twenty five of her life - she had never seen him so nervous. “It is not of import,” he said, glancing anywhere but at her.
“Castiel, you coward!” Trish snapped. “First you chase away the one person - Thing - that can bring my brother back and now you won’t even answer my question?”
“I loved him,” Castiel said simply, glancing up at Trish. “I love him. That is why I cannot allow you to do this. I promised I would protect his family for as long as I could.”
“But Max - “ Trish started, “Why didn’t you protect Max?”
“Because I couldn’t protect the both of you,” Castiel replied, dropping his gaze to the ground. “You were in more desperate need of my help. I made a choice. I see now that it was the wrong one but there is nothing that can be done.”
Trish let the information sink in while she stared at Castiel. His blue eyes, specifically. Max always had said their eyes were creepily similar… “Wait,” she said, shaking her head. “Wait. That’s not true - I know all the stories. Grandpa John and Dad have told me them all a million times. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before!”
Castiel turned his attention to Trish again, canting his head to the side.
“Dean,” She said, and she was trembling again, though out of excitement this time. “You brought Dean back. You gripped him tight and raised him from Perdition,” she grinned. “You can save Max. You - you can go get him. You can save him.”
“No,” Castiel said simply, “I cannot.”
Trish just stared. “But - “
“Dean was a special case,” Castiel replied, turning his back towards her to stare up at the night sky. “I was not alone. To risk going into Hell by myself will surely be the death of me. I cannot risk it.”
“You’re saying Max isn’t worth it?” Trish snapped, fingers curling tightly into fists and she had to fight back the urge to punch him. “I thought you said you were supposed to protect us!”
“I cannot risk dying in vain,” Castiel said softly. “I cannot leave you unprotected. I am needed her and I am needed in Heaven.”
“I thought God always brought you back,” Trish said accusingly. “Grandpa John said you were a Goddamn cat, coming back to life every few weeks.”
“John tended to exaggerate,” Castiel said fondly. “He was a good man but he was very much like his father.”
“His father?” Trish scoffed spitefully, “Wouldn’t that have been you? Crowley said you got Dean pregnant.”
“Details,” Castiel said simply. “It was not a pleasant experience for Dean. His compensation was that he got to be called daddy.”
“What did that make you?” Trish asked, pinching the bridge of her nose. She was tired, so very tired. All she wanted to do was curl up in the back of her Chevy and sleep for the next ten years. She would try the crossroads thing again some other time. She couldn’t skimp on this conversation though, not now. Not after twenty five years of being stalked by Castiel and only finally getting some Goddamned answers.
“Cas,” Castiel replied, his voice wavering. “John called me Cas.” He offered no more and Trish didn’t ask.
“I’m sorry,” Trish said softly.
“As am I,” Castiel said. He dropped his gaze from the sky and looked over his shoulder at Trish. “You are a good person, Patricia. Do not do this. You have your life ahead of you and the Winchester name to carry on.”
“Maybe it’s time someone else stepped up to the plate,” Trish sighed. “I’m exhausted. Let someone else be the hero.”
“Dean felt the same way,” Castiel replied. He looked up at the sky again, before sighing heavily. “Do not do this, Patricia.”
“I have to, Cas, you know that,” Trish replied. “I’m nothing without my brother.”
If Trish didn’t know Castiel, she could have sworn he just laughed. “Dean felt the same as well. You are so very much like him, Patricia.”
“So you’ve mentioned a million times,” Trish said, shrugging her shoulders. “He was a hero. I’m just a girl.”
“You are more than that,” Castiel said, and he turned to her then. She blinked and he was before her, cupping her face in his hands and pressing his lips to her forehead. “You save people. People need you and depend on you, do not turn your back on them. You are stronger than you think.”
Castiel’s hands were warm on her face, and just for a minute Trish let herself believe him. She let herself believe that Castiel was right and that there were people who needed her. She let herself believe that she was stronger than she felt.
“Don’t go, Cas,” She whispered. “Just - just don’t leave me. Not right now. Not tonight.”
Castiel’s hands dropped from Trish’s face but he didn’t leave. “I will never leave you, Patricia, so long as you need me.”
And God help her, Trish believed him.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Trish (OC), Crowley, Castiel - past Dean Winchester/Castiel.
Warning(s): Future!fic, Original Character, Chracter Death (Off screen, original character), Adult language... Yeah.
Spoiler(s): IDEK.
Prompt(s): Alicat713 asked for "Supernatural, Castiel(/Dean) + OC's, The Angel Castiel has always watched over the descendants of Dean Winchester. The newest to assume the mantle of hunter finds out why." at comment_fic
Word Count: 1,730 (yeah, IDEK)
Rants: I'm not entirely sure what you had in mind, alicat713 but please don't think poorly of me for this. >.>
Summary: Trish just wants her brother back. She doesn't expect her life long angelic stalker Castiel to intervene.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Crossposted to: Here @ comment_fic
Trish’s hands were trembling while she waited for the crossroads demon to show. She couldn’t live, not like this, not if Max wasn’t around. Hunting wasn’t their job, it was their birthright but it meant absolutely nothing if she couldn’t do it with her little brother. She didn’t want to. They were the perfect team. They had been living out of each other’s pockets for so long she wasn’t sure what to do without him.
There was a whisper of wind to signal the arrival of the demon but Trish barely had time to turn and face him when she heard a familiar flutter of wings behind her.
“Patricia,” Castiel said, his eyes narrowed and his tone warning.
“Not now, Cas,” Trish snapped, turning to jab her finger at his chest. “You don’t get to be here, not now. Not after - not after you let Max die.”
“I did not - “ Castiel started, but the demon cut them off.
“There will always be a Winchester knocking on Hell’s door, won’t there?” He asked, a smug smirk on his face. “Patricia, was it?”
“I want my brother back,” She said, turning to face him. “Max. I want my Maxxie back.”
“Dealing with demons is never a good idea,” Castiel practically growls. “Especially not with him.”
“Still hung over about the Apocalypse, are we?” The demon asked, quirking an eyebrow. “I was on your side, if you don’t recall. Team Free Will.”
“You two know each other?” Trish asked, blinking big blue eyes slowly.
“Unfortunately,” Castiel replied bitterly. “You should leave now, Patricia, before you do something you regret. Crowley is not to be trusted.”
“Bringing Max back isn’t something I will ever regret,” Trish replied coolly. She turned her back to Castiel, planting her feet and squaring her shoulders. “You know what I want, can you help me or not?”
“You want me to bring back Maxwell Dean Winchester,” Crowley replied, shrugging his shoulders. “An interesting request, since he sold his soul to one of Us in the first place. To keep you from dying, I believe.” Crowley rolled his eyes, before looking over at Castiel. “Winchesters. They are all the same, aren’t they? Even four generations later.”
“You have not earned the right to speak about them,” Castiel warned, stepping closer. He threw his arm in front of Trish protectively and she saw the glint of a blade. “Leave now.”
“I’m afraid that’s not up to you to decide,” Crowley said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “You sure you want this? I’ll give you, eh, two years. I’m feeling generous.”
“Two years?” Trish asked, trembling. “The deal is for ten years!”
“Max only got one year, didn’t he?” Crowley asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Just like Dean. Life’s funny like that.”
“You - “ Castiel snarled.
Trish ducked under Castiel’s arm and moved between the two of them. “I’ll take the deal,” She said. “Two years. I’ll take it.”
“She really is no different than Dean,” Crowley mused. “Except for the big blue eyes. Otherwise, she’d be a spitting image, wouldn’t you say?”
Castiel was tense and the fingers of one hand curled into Trish’s arm tightly. “Do not do this, Patricia. You are the last member of the Winchester line.”
“If you’re so concerned, why don’t you just stab him?” Trish scowled. She tried to tug herself free but Castiel’s grip was too strong. “You’ve been stabbing them my whole life, you freak. Why not this one?”
“That’s not a very nice thing to say about the demon who offered to bring your brother back,” Crowley frowned, and they both glared at him. “Ah, yes. I definitely see the resemblance now.”
“Stay out of this, Crowley,” Castiel scowled. “I have refrained from stabbing you for your help before but my patience is wearing thin.”
“You’re going to kill me in front of your granddaughter?” Crowley asked, quirking an eyebrow and feigning shock. “That’s just deplorable.”
“I have, a grandfather, thanks and it is not Cas,” Trish laughed bitterly. “His name was John and he was an amazing Hunter.”
“Great granddaughter, then, if you want to be specific,” Crowley shrugged. “The point is the same.”
“But Cas is an angel,” Trish argued. “And he’s weird.”
She turned to look at Castiel, but he was glowering at Crowley. “That is not your story to tell.”
“What? You mean to say she doesn’t know how you got Dean Winchester pregnant?” Crowley asked, mock surprise on his face. “If it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t even be here.”
“I - what?” Trish asked, floored.
“Crowley,” Castiel practically growled.
“I’m going to run, Patricia,” Crowley said coolly, “before I get smote. Next time you want to make a deal, leave your angel at home.”
Trish didn’t have time to complain before Crowley was gone. “What the fuck?” She asked, staring at where he had been. Then, “What the fuck, Cas?” She asked, planting her palms against Castiel’s chest, she shoved hard.
He let himself be pushed but didn’t stumble. “Patricia?”
“What the fuck did he mean I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you?” She asked, scowling. “No, wait, better yet - what the fuck did he mean you got Dean fucking Winchester pregnant?”
For the entire time Trish had known Castiel - nineteen odd years that she can remember, but it was probably the full twenty five of her life - she had never seen him so nervous. “It is not of import,” he said, glancing anywhere but at her.
“Castiel, you coward!” Trish snapped. “First you chase away the one person - Thing - that can bring my brother back and now you won’t even answer my question?”
“I loved him,” Castiel said simply, glancing up at Trish. “I love him. That is why I cannot allow you to do this. I promised I would protect his family for as long as I could.”
“But Max - “ Trish started, “Why didn’t you protect Max?”
“Because I couldn’t protect the both of you,” Castiel replied, dropping his gaze to the ground. “You were in more desperate need of my help. I made a choice. I see now that it was the wrong one but there is nothing that can be done.”
Trish let the information sink in while she stared at Castiel. His blue eyes, specifically. Max always had said their eyes were creepily similar… “Wait,” she said, shaking her head. “Wait. That’s not true - I know all the stories. Grandpa John and Dad have told me them all a million times. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before!”
Castiel turned his attention to Trish again, canting his head to the side.
“Dean,” She said, and she was trembling again, though out of excitement this time. “You brought Dean back. You gripped him tight and raised him from Perdition,” she grinned. “You can save Max. You - you can go get him. You can save him.”
“No,” Castiel said simply, “I cannot.”
Trish just stared. “But - “
“Dean was a special case,” Castiel replied, turning his back towards her to stare up at the night sky. “I was not alone. To risk going into Hell by myself will surely be the death of me. I cannot risk it.”
“You’re saying Max isn’t worth it?” Trish snapped, fingers curling tightly into fists and she had to fight back the urge to punch him. “I thought you said you were supposed to protect us!”
“I cannot risk dying in vain,” Castiel said softly. “I cannot leave you unprotected. I am needed her and I am needed in Heaven.”
“I thought God always brought you back,” Trish said accusingly. “Grandpa John said you were a Goddamn cat, coming back to life every few weeks.”
“John tended to exaggerate,” Castiel said fondly. “He was a good man but he was very much like his father.”
“His father?” Trish scoffed spitefully, “Wouldn’t that have been you? Crowley said you got Dean pregnant.”
“Details,” Castiel said simply. “It was not a pleasant experience for Dean. His compensation was that he got to be called daddy.”
“What did that make you?” Trish asked, pinching the bridge of her nose. She was tired, so very tired. All she wanted to do was curl up in the back of her Chevy and sleep for the next ten years. She would try the crossroads thing again some other time. She couldn’t skimp on this conversation though, not now. Not after twenty five years of being stalked by Castiel and only finally getting some Goddamned answers.
“Cas,” Castiel replied, his voice wavering. “John called me Cas.” He offered no more and Trish didn’t ask.
“I’m sorry,” Trish said softly.
“As am I,” Castiel said. He dropped his gaze from the sky and looked over his shoulder at Trish. “You are a good person, Patricia. Do not do this. You have your life ahead of you and the Winchester name to carry on.”
“Maybe it’s time someone else stepped up to the plate,” Trish sighed. “I’m exhausted. Let someone else be the hero.”
“Dean felt the same way,” Castiel replied. He looked up at the sky again, before sighing heavily. “Do not do this, Patricia.”
“I have to, Cas, you know that,” Trish replied. “I’m nothing without my brother.”
If Trish didn’t know Castiel, she could have sworn he just laughed. “Dean felt the same as well. You are so very much like him, Patricia.”
“So you’ve mentioned a million times,” Trish said, shrugging her shoulders. “He was a hero. I’m just a girl.”
“You are more than that,” Castiel said, and he turned to her then. She blinked and he was before her, cupping her face in his hands and pressing his lips to her forehead. “You save people. People need you and depend on you, do not turn your back on them. You are stronger than you think.”
Castiel’s hands were warm on her face, and just for a minute Trish let herself believe him. She let herself believe that Castiel was right and that there were people who needed her. She let herself believe that she was stronger than she felt.
“Don’t go, Cas,” She whispered. “Just - just don’t leave me. Not right now. Not tonight.”
Castiel’s hands dropped from Trish’s face but he didn’t leave. “I will never leave you, Patricia, so long as you need me.”
And God help her, Trish believed him.