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Title: Hero
Author: Anne midnight Hunter
Beta: None
Rate: M/NC-17
Series: Supernatural
Pair/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, Bobby, Crowley, Adam, OC
Type: Slash/TWT/Angst/Humor/Dark
Anne: Finally! What a horrible summer!! I only have been workin’ my ass off! And couldn’t write shit. Well, here it is! I wanna make sure that it may take long for me to post but I haven’t forgotten my stories! Enjoy!
Chapter 5: Questions and Answers
OOooOO
"Then who the fuck are you, girly?" He asked, Sam just kept himself tense, if the angel did anything suspicious, he will attack. Dean was pretty much defenseless now, still injured by the last hunt. Before either of them could blink, the 'Busty Asian Beauty angel' had knock Sam flat on his ass, had took the knife out of his grasp, and was pressing a gentle hand on the blond's stomach. A soft, blue light coming from her hand. Emerald green eyes lock with mocha chocolate.
"I am Agniel. Angel of the Lord." The blue light dimmed and she stood back, watching Dean touch his chest, awe-filled eyes still looking into hers. "And I am here to assist you in saving Castiel."
Dean looked at his stomach. He touches it and gasped. Sam was already on his feet trying to impale the Angel Blade on the woman’s chest. Agniel just jumped out of the way and knock him flat on his ass again.
“Dean! Get away from her!” He said and scrambled to his feet, shielding his older brother.
“Sammy, wait! It’s okay!”
“You nuts? She’s an angel! She touched you!” Argue the brunet and the blond just huffed and stood in front of the younger man.
“Enough, Sam. I’m okay.” He said and pulled his shirt up, showing the bandaged and unwrapping himself from them. Sam gasped when he saw the skin smooth and unblemished as it was before the witch craved on his brother. He let a trembling hand caressed the sweaty, pale skin. Ignoring the shiver when he brushed a ticklish spot on Dean’s stomach. He lock eyes with Dean and saw the curiosity and wariness the older man had in his eyes.
“Will you two listen to me now, or are you planning a way to destroy me?” Asked Agniel; annoyance pretty clear in her voice and face. She had her arms cross under her ample chest and an eyebrow quirked up. “We cannot waste more time. My brothers will begin their search for me. I cannot have that.” She said and in a blink, she had Sam by the back of his shirt, Dean pressed against the Impala and a hand on said car. They disappeared into the afternoon; appearing in the living room of Bobby’s house. The Impala resting outside.
Both boys stumble and fell on a heap in the hard wood floor with a loud crash. They heard a pair of footsteps and Bobby appeared in the living room, a cup of coffee and a book that pretty sure looked like a romance novel, in hand.
“What the Devil?! What’re you two idjits doin’ here and in the floor?!” The older man asked them, his light eyes fell on the woman and glared at her. “Who’re ya, girly?”
“My name is Agniel. I am an Angel of the Lord.” Bobby took his shotgun, knowing it won’t do anything to the celestial being, but he could try.
“We already have one of those. So your services ain’t welcome here.” He cocked the gun to her, while Dean and Sam were getting up from the floor.
“My ass hurts.” Sam whined and Dean chuckle.
“Yeah, you’re good usin’ it as a cushion.” Sam glared at him and slapped the back of his head.
“You need me to save Castiel. And I need you too to do so.” She replayed and circles the older hunter. Bobby lowered his shotgun at her words.
“Save Castiel?” He turned to his boys. “Whatcha she means with that? Where’s Angel Boy?” The look on Dean’s face made Bobby’s heart twist. He knew his boy was completely smitten with the blue-eyed angel, even thought he would never admit his feelings for him. And Bobby liked the angel’s company, the boy wanted to learn everything he could about human behavior and cooking, so Bobby kind of took him under his wing.
“What the hell happened?” Agniel looked at the men and gave a step forward.
“My brothers capture him.” She whispered, and then glared at Dean. “It is your entire fault, Dean Winchester.” At those words, Dean’s heart clenched, the air left his lungs and gasped breaths were coming out from him. The room grew silent as Dean glared at the angel.
“Stop it. Whatever you’re talkin’ about, stop it. You don’t know jack shit.” He said in a cold tone. Sam stood beside Dean, a bit in front of his brother as if to shield the shorted man from the angel’s wrath.
“How can you help? And why you want to help? You’re with Michael and Raphael, right?” Asked the brunet. A flash of sadness passed her eyes that was quickly gone. She then tensed and cursed under her breath.
“I will contact you.” With that, she disappeared in a flutter of wings.
“No! Tell us where Cas is!” Dean screamed after her, his pleas fell in deaf ears.
“Son of a bitch!”
OOooOO
Agniel flew as fast as she could, knowing that she couldn’t afford her brothers to get suspicious about her whereabouts. Especially if she wanted to save Castiel. Agniel arrived to a seclude lake near where the city of Troy was supposed to be and looked around. She had felt a pull to this place, at first she though it had been Eriel. But she had been wrong.
She felt ancient magic and angelic grace at the same time, emanating from the place. Agniel glanced around the vast, deserted place. The female angel amplified her Grace, covering every inch of the valley. A gasp left her luscious lips and she turn around. Her almond eyes widening and ranking over the form.
“Hello, sis.”
“You.”
OOooOO
The darkness that surrounded him was lifted as the naked light bulbs suddenly illuminated the warehouse he was stash in. He groaned when his sensitive eyes were hit by the light. A humorless laugh echoed in the vast, cold room.
“Aww, it’s the light too strong for your pathetic human’s eyes, Cassy?” A mocking, male voice said in front of him.
Eriel.
He felt the younger angel crouch in front of him, grasp Castiel by the hair and forced his head back. He winced in pain at the abuse, but he looked at the younger angel in the eye. His handsome features were twisted in a feral smile. The red haired licked Castiel’s dirty cheek and nip at it, enjoying the small breaths of pain the older man was giving.
“I bet you taste divine, Cassy. I bet that your little human had been having fun with you, huh?” He whispered and bit Castiel’s full lower lip, piercing it with his right fang, making the chained up angel grunt in pain and tried to twist away from the cruel treatment.
“Eriel, enough. Let him go.” Said Michael, appearing in the room with a ruffle of wings. Eriel gave Castiel a maniac look and let him go. He stood beside the archangel and was fascinated with the sword in the man’s hand. Michael gave him a disapproving look and turned his attentions to Castiel.
“Now, Castiel. We need to talk business.” He said, with a careless flick of his wrist, a comfy armchair appeared out of thin air and he sat a few feet away from the chained angel. “We got to talk about your situation.” Castiel gave him an incredulous look and scoffed; something he learned from Dean.
“You want to talk? Alright, let’s talk about why you have me chained and beat up by this insane ass-butt?” Spat the brunet giving Eriel a dirty look. The red-haired angel smiled and blew him a kiss.
“I can do more if ya wanna, Cassy.” He replay, his Irish accent made the leering comment dirtier. Castiel rolled his eyes and made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. Michael watched the interaction with a serious face.
He is becoming more human. My vessel teaching him to act like one of them. Envy began to form in the pit of his stomach at the thought of his Dean Winchester getting cozy with his younger brother. He clenched his teeth and gave a warning growl. The inhuman sound made Castiel grab his head and shut his eyes. The noise painful; like needles crashing to the floor in a room with echo.
“Enough, children.” He growled. His eyes on his chained brother. “You’re here, because I need your help. And even thought you betrayed us; I believe you’re still loyal to our Father.” Castiel’s blue eyes narrowed, he figure out what his brothers want with him.
And he refuses to help those dicks with wings.
“And the answer is no, Michael.”
Michael’s eyes burned with fury, how dare HE!?
“What?”
“You heard me. I won’t convince Dean into saying ‘yes’. That’s what you want.” The angel said. Eriel laughed at the almighty attitude the brunet had. He kicked him in the stomach and grasped him by the hair, bending his head back and baring his throat.
“Ya know, for being chain to the fuckin’ wall, you got a mouth on you.” He leaned forward to suck at the pale flesh in front of him. “You should listen to big bro here, Cassy. The pain might go away.” He replay and slammed Castiel’s head against the wall. A gasp of pain escaped his bruised lips and his vision blurred. His ears ringed and he only could hear static. When his vision and hearing returned he found Michael squatting in front of him, Eriel smoking a few feet away with his hands in his jeans pockets.
“If you convince Dean in to saying yes, you can come back with me to Heaven. I need to fight Lucifer, so we can win the Apocalypse. Do you get it, Castiel?” He said in a soft voice; his eyes cold as ice.
“No. I won’t let you use Dean like that.” He glared at his older brother. “I’ll die first.” At that, Michael’s eyes widened and a look of pure disgust marred his handsome face. Castiel gave a gasp and a fearful whimper when he felt his mind being read. He shivered at the sensation of a hand touching his memories, the feelings he begin to have since meeting the human.
“You love him.” The archangel whispered, then growled and threw the chair to the other side of the room. It tore through the air and crash in to the wall. “You are in love with a human?! We were not created for that purpose, Castiel! It is an abomination!” The blond roared, he looked at Eriel. “Do whatever you want with him. Except killing him. Maybe you can convince him of his wrong ways.” Michael said and disappeared.
Castiel gazed at the red haired, while he gave the angel a crocked smile, he went to the table, and he took a curved knife and dipped the blade in holy oil.
“Well, let’s begin.”
OOooOO
The moonlight enter the room, making shadows appeared. In the bed a teenage boy was trying to fight the images that were running through his head. A scream escaped from his throat and he woke up, free from his night terror. The door of his room was slammed open and a pair of strong arms wrapped around him and he was pressed against a solid chest.
“Shhh, Jay. Everything is okay now.” Dad. It registered in his terrified mind. Jason sagged in his father’s arms. “It was just a dream.” His dad continues. Jason just shivered and wiped his tears. The screams of terror and agony, the pain and suffering. And the ugly, evil laugh weren’t a dream.
It was completely real.
He let go of his dad and begin looking for his phone.
“Jay? Who are you calling at 3 in the morning?” His dad asked, as he got up from the bed and went towards his still shaking son.
“It wasn’t a dream, dad. I need to talk with Sam.” He ignored the grimace the older man made. His dad wasn’t too fond in the idea of his son crushing on a dude way older than him. He let the line ring until a sleepy voice came from the other side of the line.
“Hello?” God, his voice was so hot.
“Sam? It’s Jason.” He begins. “And I had a vision.”
“Hi, Jay. And what happened?”
“It was about Cas.”
T.B.C.
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