Sunstorm (17/25)
Title: Sunstorm (17/25)
Author: scyllaya
Rating: R
Characters and/or Pairing: Gabriel/Dean, OCs
Spoilers: pagan world AU, so only know who Gabriel is.
Warnings: cursing and some graphic violence
Word Count: ~ 2100 (this chapter)
Disclaimer: All names and characters in this story belong to CW/WB and Kripke. I’m making no profit. It’s just for fun! Don’t sue me! =D
Summary: Deandalon was not one of the great gods, there was probably nothing that made him any different from the thousands of lesser gods that walked the mortal world, but the day the sky broke open with dazzling golden light and they all thought the Sun fell to the ground only he stayed behind and dared to go to the burning bright archangel.
AN: Un-betad, sorry for that. Ignore my mistakes please!
The chosen theme song for this fanfiction is Two Steps From Hell’s brilliant piece ‘Operation Sandstorm’.
> Chapter One <
<<< Previous Chapter
Chapter Seventeen
Dean didn't pay too much attention to the dark corridors they passed by for long moments still dazed and maybe even shaken from the fresh image of Creide's body crumbling to dust, but the god kept pulling him, dragging him along, urging him to hurry as there was not much time for him to cross the walls undetected.
He got a hold of his body eventually, finally making his legs work properly instead of just dragging himself. Pillan didn't let go of his upper-arm for a second and Dean didn't have time to properly think about the bizarreness of the help of the god who wanted him dead not that long ago.
His mind was spinning around what to do once he was out, how he had to find Gabriel and go back to the valley first... and Patrick... dear stars on the sky he had to tell Patrick.
'Oh well isn't this disappointing?' the voice made both Dean and Pillan stop and spin around and the demigod felt like the air froze around them as Leomas was standing a few feet away in the corridor. With his light clothes looking pristine as always he looked unnatural standing in the dim-lit hallway. He had a natural expression on his face, but Dean could always see the boundless, bald desire of destruction in them, like he wished to break and burn down everyone he laid eyes on. It never matched his kind-face, almost gentle, young looking, without hard edges or scars, framed with brown hair that had only a hint of red in it. He was a contradiction, always. The nonchalance didn't fool Dean for a moment, he saw this god kill with a soft smile on his face, his calm was no reassurance.
Pillan turned towards him entirely.
'Out of all the gods Pillan... I would've expected you to be the last to disobey me.'
'I don't serve you Leomas... not anymore' Pillan thundered. 'Not after all that filth was welcomed here, not after you threw our servants to them like bones to wild dogs. Not after all the blood you shed among these walls.'
'Maybe that blood should've been your warning Pillan' Leomas answered calmly.
'Deandalon, follow this corridor it will take you outside' the thunder god said, his fists already closed, his body tight with tension as he locked his eyes on the other god standing before them. 'Run!'
Dean didn't have to be told twice and the moment Pillan lounged forward the demigod span around and started running as fast as he could. He could feel the power in the air and no matter how much taller Pillan was or how much stronger he looked Dean knew Leomas was just as powerful or even more so. He heard the crack of lightning as the the air filled with electricity making every hair on his body stand up, it was not the same he came to associate with Gabriel, this was raw and wild power unleashing behind him.
Then he heard the horrible deep roar of pain and he knew it was Pillan and he knew it was foolish but he glanced back. The god was burning, igniting from the inside out, his black skin glowing with red and orange heat. Both of his large hands were gripping Leomas' arm that was reaching out to him, fingers wrapped around the thunder god's throat. Skin was darkening to coal and then the roar died as flames erupted from him finally, the golden jewels boiling into his skin, dripping to the stone floor. Then Leomas let go of him and the giant body slumped to the floor, still intact but burning with heavy flames. Leomas looked at him for a moment before his eyes snapped up to Dean.
The next moment was a blur and Dean found himself pushed face-first to a wall.
'You are really starting to infuriate me Deandalon' Leomas said in a low clipped tone as he gripped his arm and put another hand on his spine to keep him in place.
'Die and rot you spiney bastard' Dean told him. The god's grip got stronger as he pushed hias entire body closer. He was a burning presence, barely restricted anger radiating from him.
'Is this any way to talk to me... Dean' he warned slowly, his voice a hiss.
'Kill me or let go' Dean answered, keeping his voice steady despite the way fear gripped his heart the second he felt the god closing in to him. Leomas chuckled.
'Sadly you are still more valuable alive' the god said. 'But I will be rid of you soon enough.' He dragged Dean away from the wall, his grip never loosening up for a second. Pillan's body was still burning on the ground filling the air with the stench of burnt skin and flesh as they passed it by.
Leomas didn't take him back to the dungeon, and insanely he was glad for that for a second knowing he wouldn't be able to stand being trapped in with Creide's remains. It was tearing him up that she died to get him out of here and he was trapped again. The sound of voices got him out of his thoughts and he recognized Morrígan's voice before Leomas entered a larger room pulling Dean along with him, the stench of demons was too strong to ignore but he had no time to look around inside as with a strong tug Leomas tossed him to the floor, he could land rather good so even if it hurt he didn't hit himself that badly. Morrígan fell silent and Dean pushed himself up so that he could look up.
He froze, entirely. Unable to blink or speak for a moment as his body went cold.
'Puck?' he questioned as he looked at the faun standing in front of Morrígan. The sprite looked at him with a sympathetic look on his face and he took a deep breath.
'The witch is dead' Leomas spoke. 'And I had to kill Pillan too.' Morrígan's face darkened with anger again and she turned back to Puck.
'This is not what I requested' she said. 'He was not supposed to meddle, he was supposed to stay in the valley.' Puck stared back at her dispassionately.
'You get what you get' the sprite answered easily.
'Oh don't you dare--'
'Dare what?' Puck challenged crossing his arms. 'Threaten me all you want, we'll see which fairy will be willing to speak with you again if you go through with any of your threats.'
Morrígan still looked angry and her eyes narrowed dangerously but she stayed silent for a long moment.
'You were supposed to keep him in line' she said. 'I don't see how you succeeded.'
'No, you wanted me to keep him in line, but I only serve my king not you, so I only had to keep him alive. Beyond that...' he shrugged.
'Just get him out of my sight' Morrígan snapped angrily then she turned around and stormed away. Puck turned towards Dean and walked closer, the demigod wanted to get out of his way, but the look on the faun's face made him stop. It was practically screaming at him, willing him to cooperate. Puck crouched down next to him pulling him to his feet.
'C'mon let's get out of here' he whispered.
'Deandalon' Leomas once again was standing in front of him with a very strange but dangerous smile playing on his lips. 'Tell Gabriel I'm looking forward to seeing him... soon.'
Puck pulled on his arm before the demigod could reply. He recognized the feel of one of faun's portals as they slipped through and out of the dark hall.
He saw light, he felt the change in the air and he knew they were outside and somewhere lower not it the mountains anymore even if his eyes didn't adjust immediately, but he had no time to do anything or look around as he was grabbed tightly and was practically torn out of Puck's grip almost forcefully. It was astonishing how quickly he recognized the strong arm even before he turned his head to look.
'Gabriel' he said the name, it took nothing but a glance to see his own relief mirrored in those amber eyes for Dean to feel grounded again, safe again, only if a little. It didn't stop the chaotic emotions roaming inside of him nor the questions splitting his head apart.
'Puck you've been in with Morrígan?' he asked, not turning back towards the faun just yet, but he knew he was still there. 'This whole time?'
'Most definitely not' Puck answered. 'Listen kiddo... I'm sorry, this is above me.'
Dean turned around but didn't pull away from Gabriel, the archangel didn't seem like he wanted to pull his arm back from his lower-back either.
'What? What on Earth was that back there?' the demigod asked.
'Dean, I like you so I wish I could say something else but... Morrígan made a deal.'
'Deal?'
'With us' Puck continued. 'With Auberon.' and Dean didn't need to hear more because the fairies only ever dealt with one thing... firstborns.
'She sold me' Dean stated, no question.
'Don't take it too hard, it was done before you were born' the sprite told him.
'Then why am I still here?' the demigod asked. 'Why was I not dragged over... for whatever you do with the ones you take?!'
'Because the deal is not yet sealed, because the terms are set but the exchange has yet to take place' the faun answered. 'And I am stuck here until she finally decides to go through with it.'
'That's why you've been here? In the valley all my life? You've been keeping an eye on the stock?!' Dean's voice raised and finally the numbness he felt started to morph into anger.
'I've been keeping an eye on you, made sure you were alive and healthy... I was ordered here! It's not like I have a choice, I've been here for the past decades and the deal is still not done so I will have to stay until it is... but... dammit Dean that's why we should've gone through with the plan, I tried to help you with this! If Morrígan's dead, the deal is off and you're free, I'm free!'
'I don't care about the bloody plan!' Dean shouted. 'What you did changed nothing, it only got Creide killed!'
'I had to do something, because you forgot about it all!' Puck snapped back at him. 'I will get back home eventually, but if you don't care that I will have to hand you over to Auberon then fine! I won't care anymore either.'
'You won't hand him over to anyone' Gabriel spoke finally, he watched the exchange silently until this point but now his amber eyes locked warningly on Puck.
'A deal is a deal' the faun said.
'Do I look like I care?' Gabriel asked. 'Just try taking him, I will follow and trust me that there won't be much left from your world if I do.' Puck kept his eyes on Gabriel for a very long time.
'You're in hiding and you think you can face us all, face our king?' the faun asked.
'Get out of my sight before I bind you in iron and drop you to the bottom of the see' Gabriel answered in a low tone, almost a growl and Dean felt how his power warmed the air around them. Puck stared at the archangel for another moment before his eyes shifted to Dean.
'You wanted Leomas dead, him and Morrígan have been forming their plans together for years now and if she dies, all of this is solved' Puck said before he vanished in a bright blue portal.
There was a long silence after Puck disappeared and Dean wanted to do nothing but bury his face in Gabriel's neck and hold onto him until he had all his roaming emotions under control again. But he couldn't do that.
'I have to go to Patrick' he said quietly, Gabriel nodded and the world shifted around them immediately, the small unknown clearing was replaced by the familiar sight of Creide's hut and approaching the door felt like one of the hardest things he ever had to do in his life. But he couldn't think of anything else, not Leomas, not Morrígan or the demons and the slaughtered gods, nor about the plans that were formed or the deal his Mother sealed over his fate. Now he had to tell a son that his Mother won't ever return to him.
Chapter Eighteen >>>
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Sorry about the late update, I try to do better from now on.
Please leave a comment :)
Follow me on Twitter: @Scyllaya
Author: scyllaya
Rating: R
Characters and/or Pairing: Gabriel/Dean, OCs
Spoilers: pagan world AU, so only know who Gabriel is.
Warnings: cursing and some graphic violence
Word Count: ~ 2100 (this chapter)
Disclaimer: All names and characters in this story belong to CW/WB and Kripke. I’m making no profit. It’s just for fun! Don’t sue me! =D
Summary: Deandalon was not one of the great gods, there was probably nothing that made him any different from the thousands of lesser gods that walked the mortal world, but the day the sky broke open with dazzling golden light and they all thought the Sun fell to the ground only he stayed behind and dared to go to the burning bright archangel.
AN: Un-betad, sorry for that. Ignore my mistakes please!
The chosen theme song for this fanfiction is Two Steps From Hell’s brilliant piece ‘Operation Sandstorm’.
> Chapter One <
<<< Previous Chapter
Chapter Seventeen
Dean didn't pay too much attention to the dark corridors they passed by for long moments still dazed and maybe even shaken from the fresh image of Creide's body crumbling to dust, but the god kept pulling him, dragging him along, urging him to hurry as there was not much time for him to cross the walls undetected.
He got a hold of his body eventually, finally making his legs work properly instead of just dragging himself. Pillan didn't let go of his upper-arm for a second and Dean didn't have time to properly think about the bizarreness of the help of the god who wanted him dead not that long ago.
His mind was spinning around what to do once he was out, how he had to find Gabriel and go back to the valley first... and Patrick... dear stars on the sky he had to tell Patrick.
'Oh well isn't this disappointing?' the voice made both Dean and Pillan stop and spin around and the demigod felt like the air froze around them as Leomas was standing a few feet away in the corridor. With his light clothes looking pristine as always he looked unnatural standing in the dim-lit hallway. He had a natural expression on his face, but Dean could always see the boundless, bald desire of destruction in them, like he wished to break and burn down everyone he laid eyes on. It never matched his kind-face, almost gentle, young looking, without hard edges or scars, framed with brown hair that had only a hint of red in it. He was a contradiction, always. The nonchalance didn't fool Dean for a moment, he saw this god kill with a soft smile on his face, his calm was no reassurance.
Pillan turned towards him entirely.
'Out of all the gods Pillan... I would've expected you to be the last to disobey me.'
'I don't serve you Leomas... not anymore' Pillan thundered. 'Not after all that filth was welcomed here, not after you threw our servants to them like bones to wild dogs. Not after all the blood you shed among these walls.'
'Maybe that blood should've been your warning Pillan' Leomas answered calmly.
'Deandalon, follow this corridor it will take you outside' the thunder god said, his fists already closed, his body tight with tension as he locked his eyes on the other god standing before them. 'Run!'
Dean didn't have to be told twice and the moment Pillan lounged forward the demigod span around and started running as fast as he could. He could feel the power in the air and no matter how much taller Pillan was or how much stronger he looked Dean knew Leomas was just as powerful or even more so. He heard the crack of lightning as the the air filled with electricity making every hair on his body stand up, it was not the same he came to associate with Gabriel, this was raw and wild power unleashing behind him.
Then he heard the horrible deep roar of pain and he knew it was Pillan and he knew it was foolish but he glanced back. The god was burning, igniting from the inside out, his black skin glowing with red and orange heat. Both of his large hands were gripping Leomas' arm that was reaching out to him, fingers wrapped around the thunder god's throat. Skin was darkening to coal and then the roar died as flames erupted from him finally, the golden jewels boiling into his skin, dripping to the stone floor. Then Leomas let go of him and the giant body slumped to the floor, still intact but burning with heavy flames. Leomas looked at him for a moment before his eyes snapped up to Dean.
The next moment was a blur and Dean found himself pushed face-first to a wall.
'You are really starting to infuriate me Deandalon' Leomas said in a low clipped tone as he gripped his arm and put another hand on his spine to keep him in place.
'Die and rot you spiney bastard' Dean told him. The god's grip got stronger as he pushed hias entire body closer. He was a burning presence, barely restricted anger radiating from him.
'Is this any way to talk to me... Dean' he warned slowly, his voice a hiss.
'Kill me or let go' Dean answered, keeping his voice steady despite the way fear gripped his heart the second he felt the god closing in to him. Leomas chuckled.
'Sadly you are still more valuable alive' the god said. 'But I will be rid of you soon enough.' He dragged Dean away from the wall, his grip never loosening up for a second. Pillan's body was still burning on the ground filling the air with the stench of burnt skin and flesh as they passed it by.
Leomas didn't take him back to the dungeon, and insanely he was glad for that for a second knowing he wouldn't be able to stand being trapped in with Creide's remains. It was tearing him up that she died to get him out of here and he was trapped again. The sound of voices got him out of his thoughts and he recognized Morrígan's voice before Leomas entered a larger room pulling Dean along with him, the stench of demons was too strong to ignore but he had no time to look around inside as with a strong tug Leomas tossed him to the floor, he could land rather good so even if it hurt he didn't hit himself that badly. Morrígan fell silent and Dean pushed himself up so that he could look up.
He froze, entirely. Unable to blink or speak for a moment as his body went cold.
'Puck?' he questioned as he looked at the faun standing in front of Morrígan. The sprite looked at him with a sympathetic look on his face and he took a deep breath.
'The witch is dead' Leomas spoke. 'And I had to kill Pillan too.' Morrígan's face darkened with anger again and she turned back to Puck.
'This is not what I requested' she said. 'He was not supposed to meddle, he was supposed to stay in the valley.' Puck stared back at her dispassionately.
'You get what you get' the sprite answered easily.
'Oh don't you dare--'
'Dare what?' Puck challenged crossing his arms. 'Threaten me all you want, we'll see which fairy will be willing to speak with you again if you go through with any of your threats.'
Morrígan still looked angry and her eyes narrowed dangerously but she stayed silent for a long moment.
'You were supposed to keep him in line' she said. 'I don't see how you succeeded.'
'No, you wanted me to keep him in line, but I only serve my king not you, so I only had to keep him alive. Beyond that...' he shrugged.
'Just get him out of my sight' Morrígan snapped angrily then she turned around and stormed away. Puck turned towards Dean and walked closer, the demigod wanted to get out of his way, but the look on the faun's face made him stop. It was practically screaming at him, willing him to cooperate. Puck crouched down next to him pulling him to his feet.
'C'mon let's get out of here' he whispered.
'Deandalon' Leomas once again was standing in front of him with a very strange but dangerous smile playing on his lips. 'Tell Gabriel I'm looking forward to seeing him... soon.'
Puck pulled on his arm before the demigod could reply. He recognized the feel of one of faun's portals as they slipped through and out of the dark hall.
He saw light, he felt the change in the air and he knew they were outside and somewhere lower not it the mountains anymore even if his eyes didn't adjust immediately, but he had no time to do anything or look around as he was grabbed tightly and was practically torn out of Puck's grip almost forcefully. It was astonishing how quickly he recognized the strong arm even before he turned his head to look.
'Gabriel' he said the name, it took nothing but a glance to see his own relief mirrored in those amber eyes for Dean to feel grounded again, safe again, only if a little. It didn't stop the chaotic emotions roaming inside of him nor the questions splitting his head apart.
'Puck you've been in with Morrígan?' he asked, not turning back towards the faun just yet, but he knew he was still there. 'This whole time?'
'Most definitely not' Puck answered. 'Listen kiddo... I'm sorry, this is above me.'
Dean turned around but didn't pull away from Gabriel, the archangel didn't seem like he wanted to pull his arm back from his lower-back either.
'What? What on Earth was that back there?' the demigod asked.
'Dean, I like you so I wish I could say something else but... Morrígan made a deal.'
'Deal?'
'With us' Puck continued. 'With Auberon.' and Dean didn't need to hear more because the fairies only ever dealt with one thing... firstborns.
'She sold me' Dean stated, no question.
'Don't take it too hard, it was done before you were born' the sprite told him.
'Then why am I still here?' the demigod asked. 'Why was I not dragged over... for whatever you do with the ones you take?!'
'Because the deal is not yet sealed, because the terms are set but the exchange has yet to take place' the faun answered. 'And I am stuck here until she finally decides to go through with it.'
'That's why you've been here? In the valley all my life? You've been keeping an eye on the stock?!' Dean's voice raised and finally the numbness he felt started to morph into anger.
'I've been keeping an eye on you, made sure you were alive and healthy... I was ordered here! It's not like I have a choice, I've been here for the past decades and the deal is still not done so I will have to stay until it is... but... dammit Dean that's why we should've gone through with the plan, I tried to help you with this! If Morrígan's dead, the deal is off and you're free, I'm free!'
'I don't care about the bloody plan!' Dean shouted. 'What you did changed nothing, it only got Creide killed!'
'I had to do something, because you forgot about it all!' Puck snapped back at him. 'I will get back home eventually, but if you don't care that I will have to hand you over to Auberon then fine! I won't care anymore either.'
'You won't hand him over to anyone' Gabriel spoke finally, he watched the exchange silently until this point but now his amber eyes locked warningly on Puck.
'A deal is a deal' the faun said.
'Do I look like I care?' Gabriel asked. 'Just try taking him, I will follow and trust me that there won't be much left from your world if I do.' Puck kept his eyes on Gabriel for a very long time.
'You're in hiding and you think you can face us all, face our king?' the faun asked.
'Get out of my sight before I bind you in iron and drop you to the bottom of the see' Gabriel answered in a low tone, almost a growl and Dean felt how his power warmed the air around them. Puck stared at the archangel for another moment before his eyes shifted to Dean.
'You wanted Leomas dead, him and Morrígan have been forming their plans together for years now and if she dies, all of this is solved' Puck said before he vanished in a bright blue portal.
There was a long silence after Puck disappeared and Dean wanted to do nothing but bury his face in Gabriel's neck and hold onto him until he had all his roaming emotions under control again. But he couldn't do that.
'I have to go to Patrick' he said quietly, Gabriel nodded and the world shifted around them immediately, the small unknown clearing was replaced by the familiar sight of Creide's hut and approaching the door felt like one of the hardest things he ever had to do in his life. But he couldn't think of anything else, not Leomas, not Morrígan or the demons and the slaughtered gods, nor about the plans that were formed or the deal his Mother sealed over his fate. Now he had to tell a son that his Mother won't ever return to him.
Chapter Eighteen >>>
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Sorry about the late update, I try to do better from now on.
Please leave a comment :)
Follow me on Twitter: @Scyllaya