On My Shoulder chapter 3/?
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crossoverficCrossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Supernatural
Pairing: Dawn Summers/Castiel for certain, others in the future though not sure which.
Disclaimer:Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, two people who are far more talented than I am. I'm not making a dime off of this.
Author's Notes: Just to warn you, this will be bloody. There will most likely be smut in future chapters as well. Also this is season six Dawn with Castiel so if that sort of thing isn't your cup of tea, I'd advise not reading it. (But Buffy was around that age when she hooked up with Angel so hey...)
Summary: God is not in Heaven, so he must be in another dimension. Castiel goes on a hunt for the one thing that can break the barriers between worlds but what happens when he finds her? CastielDawn
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, two people who are far more talented than I am.
A/N: All righty, the first two chapters were a little boring so here is the third one. Hopefully, this will be a little more interesting.
“You'll help me find it?”
Dean sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I still think this is insane but this a Hell of a lot better than saying yes to Michael.” He turned to his brother, “What about you, Sam?”
“I'm willing to try anything at this point,” Sam sighed then turned to Castiel. “Yeah, I'm in too.”
A small but grateful smile graced the angel's lips. “Thank you.” Then he turned serious. “We should go now.”
Sam gave a light nod but Dean groaned. “Dammit, Cas... We had this discussion. Us: humans. We need sleep every now and again. Give us four to five hours and then we'll go.”
Cadtiel sighed in both frustration and resignation. Sometimes he forgot how much rest humans needed. “All right, fine. Five hours.”
“Great.” Dean tossed his burger wrappers and pie cartons in the trash while Sam grabbed his bag and headed to the bathroom. Dean glanced at the angel and arched a brow. He hadn't moved a muscle. “Let me guess. You're just going to sit there?”
“Yes.”
With a light shrug, Dean handed him the remote as he kicked off his shoes. “Well, entertain yourself with some bad TV, just keep the volume down.” He took off his jacket and got into bed. “And when we're good and asleep, be sure to flip to channel 208.”
“Dean...” Sam warned from the bathroom and his brother smirked.
“But, try to keep the noise down. Sam's bad enough.”
“Dean!” Sam snapped from the bathroom
“What?” Castiel was purely lost.
Dean's smirk grew into a grin and he and rolled over. “G'night...”
Sam exited the bathroom and headed over to his bed but not before smacking his brother upside the head with his jacket.
“What?!” Dean griped, unable to keep from laughing.
“Jackass...” Sam flopped in the other bed and clicked off the lamp. “G'night, Cas.”
“Good night.” The angel replied and after a few moments of doing nothing he clicked on the television. As he flipped through the channels he didn't hear Dean and Sam whispering to each other.
“You're such a jackass, Dean... Trying to get the angel to-” Dean's barely concealed snort shut the younger one up.
“Dude, chill out... Besides, you think he even knows how?”
Sam was quiet for a moment then he groaned in feigned agony. “Ugh... I can't unsee!”
That got the angel's attention.“Sam, what's wrong?” Castiel asked worriedly.
“Nothing... he just has an... active imagination,” Dean snickered. “Good night.”
Well, it didn't seem to be anything serious. Shrugging it off, Castiel turned back to the television. Soon Sam's soft snores and Dean's loud one's filled the room. After flipping through numerous sitcoms, hospital dramas and a few animated shows Dean's suggestion came back to him and his curiosity grew and he pressed the numbers two, zero and eight.
“That's right, the Roto Rooter man's gonna fix the plumbing good and proper.
“Oh! Yeah, Mr. Plumber, snake my pipes!”
“I think my buddy here should go down the drain...”
“MMM-HMMM!”
“Gah!” Eyes wide in shock and mortification, he hurriedly clicked off the television only to hear Dean's muffled snickering. His head whipped toward his charge's direction and he clenched his fists, breathing angrily through his nose.
“Dean...”
Dean clicked on the lamp and smiled at the look on the angel's face. His expression was a mask of outrage similar to the look Raphael gave him that day but unlike the Archangel, Castiel's cheeks were beet red.
“What?” Dean asked innocently while Castiel continued to fume at him.
“What's going on...?” Sam grumbled and opened his eyes to see Dean wearing his “innocent” face then lifted his head to see a livid...blushing Castiel by the television. Putting two and two together, Sam flopped back onto the bed and clicked the lamp off, shaking his head. “Made the angel watch porn...”
“Good night, Cas.” Dean said, a smile evident in his voice.
The angel sat back in the chair, using a good portion of his will power to keep from throttling the elder Winchester. “Be quiet and go to sleep.”
Sam sighed and rolled over, then broke into snickers as well.
“You too.”
!*!*!*!
My, oh my! Do you wanna say goodbye?
To rule their country, baby, you and I?
Aqua's bubbly voice roused Dawn from her slumber. Mumbling, she opened her eyes to find her arm wrapped around the Buffybot's waste. Lifting her head, she stared into the robot's face, so like her late sister's. Pale and beautiful.
Blank and lifeless...
Swallowing a wave of despair, Dawn eased out of the bed, unable to take her eyes off of the robot. The various cables plugged into that kept it running. Why couldn't people be like that? Why couldn't someone just find some sort of plug and hook it to her sister's corpse and bring her back to life?
A forlorn sigh escaping her, she left the room and went back to her own to get ready for school.
After about a half hour she was clean and clothed. She headed downstairs and a small smile tilted her mouth when the scent of blueberry pancakes wafted over her nose. Sure enough, there was Tara at the stove while sat at the table, laptop in front of her.
Tara looked up and smiled. “Morning, Dawnie. How'd you sleep?”
Dawn shrugged. “Okay, I guess.”
The blonde slid a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of her along with a couple slices of ham. “Eat up. You don't want to miss the bus.”
Dawn had no problem with obeying. Tara's pancakes were amazing and she did want to get to school. It took her mind off of things. Granted, her grades weren't as stellar as they used to be but she did try just not as much as she should have. In all honesty, she just wanted to quit school and crawl in a hole somewhere but every time that thought entered her head she squished it. Quitting would be the biggest insult to her sister's memory.
Be brave. Live. For me.
Yes, she would live. She didn't know what she had to live for but she would live.
Finally finished, she placed her dirty plate int the sink and grabbed her bag. “Bye guys.” She gave both
witches a kiss on the cheek and left for the bus stop.
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“Okay, so do we have anyway of finding this Key thing?” Sam asked as he slid his laptop into his bag.
The sun shone through the windows of the motel room as Dean and Sam packed up their belongings. Castiel was seated at the table, the blush from last night long since faded though he cast annoyed looks at Dean every now and again which tickled Dean to no end.
Turning to Sam he answered his question. “The Key's true nature is not perceivable to ordinary humans. Only those outside of reality can see its true form.”
“Outside of reality?” Dean asked.
“Yes, such as someone with second sight, a psychic...” Both he and Dean turned to Sam.
Sam looked highly uncomfortable and shifted for a moment. “I... don't know if that's even working anymore with me. I can't even sense spirits in a room anymore, I don't think that I could find this thing.”
“Well, that's a good thing.” Dean said. “We don't need that starting back up again.”
Sam said nothing, only ignored his brother and turned back to the angel. “So, only a psychic could find this thing?”
Castiel thought for a moment, “Or a regular lunatic.”
Sam arched his brows and looked out the window. “Like the old guy out there bitching out the lamp post?”
Sure enough there was an old man standing outside of the motel, dressed shabbily and ripping the lamp post on the corner a new one.
Castiel looked as well. “Yes, he would probably be able to see its true nature.”
Dean stood up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm not dragging that guy with us. He smells like pee and vomit!”
“Well, then what do you suggest, Dean?” Castiel asked and Dean grew quiet as he thought.
“Well,” he said after a moment, “you said a psychic could find it? Let's find a psychic then. Maybe a psychic could go to the place it was last before the Extreme Makeover and point us in the right direction?”
“But where are we going to find a powerful psychic, Dean?” Sam asked and his brother shrugged.
“No idea, but I know who might know one.” Flipping out his cell phone Dean pressed a speed dial button and after a few rings someone picked up.
“Yeah, Dean?” The voice answered.
“Bobby. Question...” Dean paused to put the phone on speaker.
“What?”
Dean explained everything as quickly as he could, the whole situation. When he was done, Bobby was silent for a while.
“Bobby, you there?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, I'm here...” Bobby said. “And tell Castiel he's crazier than a box of chicken lips.”
Castiel's brow furrowed in confusion. “Bobby... chickens don't have lips.”
“And you don't make no kind of sense either.” Bobby retorted then sighed, “But, if the three of you are going to go through with this craziness, I'll help. Now, you guys want to know of a pretty powerful psychic... Hmm... let's see.” He paused for a couple of second before speaking again, sarcasm thick in his voice. “Oh, wait. I know how about the same psychic who helped you out when something was in your old house? Y'know, the one who put your Dad on the hunting path?” The tone in Bobby's voice clearly stated they were both dumb asses.
Both Dean and Sam grew quiet as they marveled at their own stupidity. Scratching the back of his head, Dean cleared his throat. “Erm... right... Thanks, Bobby.”
“Idiots.” And with that Bobby hung up.
Closing his phone, Dean sighed. “So, you heard him. I guess we're off to see Missouri. She's our best bet.” He was so not looking forward to this. There were several reasons he did not wish to go there.
Castiel gave his charge a quizzical look. His dismay at going was evident. “You don't wish to go?”
“She lives in Lawrence, Cas.” Dean explained and that was all of the explanation the angel needed.
“Plus...” Dean continued and Castiel tilted his head curiously.
“What else, Dean?”
“She's mean! She's always snapping at me and hitting me... and making me clean up.” Dean actually pouted as he grabbed the rest of his things.
Castiel turned to Sam who confirmed Dean's statements with a nod and a smirk. A small smirk tilted Castiel's mouth. “I think I may like this woman.”
“Shaddup, ya jerk!” Dean growled as he left the room and headed to the car.
“Wait...” Sam said and both turned to him. “We're driving there? Cas isn't going to zap us there?”
“No way.” Dean said as he dumped everything in the trunk.
“But, we're in Nebraska!” Sam protested. “From here to Kansas? That's a long drive... We seriously aren't getting zapped there?”
Castiel gave Dean a lightly annoyed look before answering Sam. “Because of Dean's delicate digestive system, no.”
“I couldn't poop for a week after you zapped me somewhere!”
Sam blinked then laughed. “Yeah... we'd better drive. Dealing with a constipated Dean is never fun.” He ignored the glare his brother gave him as he slid into the passenger seat. “And if you think that's bad... Hope you're not around when he has hemorrhoids-OW!” Sam rubbed his abused shoulder while Dean shoved a tape into the tape deck.
“Douche.”
!*!*!*!
It was late in the afternoon when the trio pulled up in front of the white three-story where Missouri operated her business as well as where she lived.
“Do you think she's home?” Dean asked as they exited the car.
Just as they were about to head up the steps, the door opened. Missouri was there leading a middle aged woman out of the house, a reassuring smile on her face.
“Don't worry about a thing Ma'am. Your boy's just fine, manly as ever.”
The woman smiled in relief. “Oh, thank goodness. Thank you.”
“Oh,” Missouri shook her head. “Not a problem at all. Now you-” She stopped when she noticed the three on her walkway but her eyes widened when they fell on the shorter of the three in the trench coat.
Dean and Sam exchanged looks while Castiel stood placid as ever. It seemed she knew what he was.
“Missouri?” The other woman asked concerned, looking back and forth from the psychic to the three on the path.
Her voice must've shaken her from her daze. Shaking her head, she gave the woman a reassuring smile. “Oh, sorry. It's fine. I just hadn't seen them in while.”
“Oh.” The woman said. “Well, I'll get out of your way then. Thank you again. Good bye!” With a polite nod to the three men she headed to her car and drove away.
When she was gone, she turned back to the three. “Sam and Dean... it's been a while. Almost four years.” Her gaze flicked to Castiel. “Made some... interesting friends during then, did you?”
Castiel walked towards her slowly, never taking his eyes from her. “You know what I am?”
Missouri shook her head. “I'm not too sure. I know you aren't a demon, you aren't evil... but it'd be a cold day in Hell before I'd ever want to piss you off.” She took a few steps closer and gave him a scrutinizing look. “I'm gonna take a wild guess... You're a little higher on the ladder than we are, am I right?”
Castiel lowered his eyes for a moment before looking at her again. “Not as high as I once was.”
It took her a little while to figure that out but she did. “Let me guess... Insubordination? Now you're in a heap of trouble with the heads of HR?”
“That's one way of putting it.”
Nodding and letting it go, she turned to Dean and Sam with a smile. “Now, I thought I told you two not to be strangers.” She gave Dean a motherly hug then tensed and pulled back, a look of pure horror on her face.
“What?” Dean asked nervously.
“Oh honey... “ She had tears in her eyes now. “You poor thing... Forty years?”
Oh crap, she knew. She must've seen it. Tensing, Dean gave a curt nod. “Yeah...”
She studied him even harder and her eyes widened then she gave him a sympathetic smile and touched his face gently. “You had no idea, Dean... You didn't know it was the first seal... and as for what you did to them... Honey, you've got to forgive yourself. ”
He wasn't sure he'd be able to do that but its what everyone kept telling him. “It's not that easy.”
“Well, of course it isn't, but you try anyway.”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he gave an uneasy nod. “I'll try.”
“Good.” Then she turned to Sam and gave him a hug only to pull away quickly and whack him upside the head.
“OW!”
“You big dumbass! I oughtta turn you over my knee!” She fisted her hands on her hips and craned her neck to glare up at him. “Listening to a demon? Boy, rule number one in the Hunter's Manual: Demons lie... unless telling the truth works to their advantage.”
Swallowing guiltily, Sam turned away unable to meet her accusing brown eyes. “I know.”
She still wasn't finished with him yet. “Sam, you oughtta know better than that! Dean's supposed to be the dingbat!”
“Hey!”
While Dean looked petulant and Missouri fumed, Sam kept his eyes downward. It felt like his guilt would crush him into the floor.
Missouri calmed down at the guilty, self-loathing look on his face and sighed. “You always were the Winchester with the softest heart... It kinda makes you an easy mark. But, I'm guessing you've more than learned your lesson, huh, boy?”
Taking a deep breath through his nose, Sam nodded. “More than...”
The psychic was clearly pissed at him but decided to let it go. Besides, from what she saw in Dean's head the angels were more than happy to let this happen so there was plenty of blame to go around. So, with a sigh she opened the door and stepped aside. “Come on in, boys. What can I help you with?”
!*!*!*!*!
“Hey, Dawn.”
Poking at her tray of what passed for turkey and mashed potatoes Dawn lifted her eyes and gave a small smile as her friend sat across from her. “Hey, Lisa.”
Lisa pushed her tray of slop aside and dug in her purse. “Guess what I got at the store you always hang out in?”
“Crystal ball?” Dawn asked, not really interested.
“Nope.” The other girl shook her head, her black hair swaying. “These!”
In her hands, Lisa proudly displayed a brand new deck of tarot cards, the standard Waite deck. Dawn's eyes went from the box of cards to Lisa's smiling face and she arched her brows sardonically. “And your bible thumper parents are ok with those? Especially after they burned your last deck?”
Lisa scoffed. “Please. They don't know about these... Or the runes I keep hidden between my mattress. My aunt knows but she's an atheist so she doesn't really care one way or the other.”
Dawn could tell where this was going by the way her friend was fairly bouncing in her seat. Well, considering her life was pretty bleak at the moment she really didn't mind being Lisa's Guinea pig. “Go on and give me a reading, Lise.”
With a smile Lisa took the deck out of the box and handed them to Dawn. “Okay, the one I usually do is a fifteen card reading. Five cards for the past, present and future. So, all you have to do is shuffle and when you feel you're done hand them back but turn them around since I'm sitting across for you.”
Nodding, Dawn began to shuffle the cards. It was weird, while she was shuffling she felt this weird feeling in the solar plexus and then suddenly it calmed and she knew the were ready. Considering she lived with two witches she wasn't going to question it. She just handed the cards back to Lisa after she turned the deck around.
Lisa then laid five cards in a row, then five more in another row and one last row. She then flipped over the first five cards. They were the Hierophant, the Magician, the Queen of Wands reversed, the Tower and the Empress.
Lisa's brown eyes studied the cards and she let out a sigh. “Okay... the first one, the Hierophant... that's usually a card of tradition and order... probably school, or seeking council from a wise person. Or it can mean a religious group... and it's next to the Magician which is a very creative card. So... it's kind of hard for me to say... I'm going to guess that someone, probably a teacher or minister inspired you in someway...”
Or a group of monks just made me out of whirly energy... not that you need to know that.
Dawn gave a light shrug. “Well, my art teacher did say I should draw more since I'm very good at it.”
Lisa looked at the next three cards in the row. “Okay, the Page of Cups can represent a person or a situation. If it's a situation it's going to be something of an emotional nature. If it's a person, it'll probably be a pretty emotional kid... a baby up to age 17... It's weird, any other time I'd say that with the card position that some traditional establishment made something and it had an extreme effect on this kid.”
Or they made the kid...
“What about those two?” Dawn asked pointing to the last two.
“The Tower is an extreme shock, usually crappy and the Empress is a very mothering card, usually a woman who looks out for you, cares and protects you...” Lisa stopped, sighed and continued in a softer voice. “I think... it's talking about how you lost your mom.”
And my sister...
“What about the next row?” Dawn asked, wanting to move on.
Lisa flipped over the next five cards. “This is what's currently going on.” She flipped the first card. “Okay... the first card is the Five of Cups, which is a grieving card...” Lisa just flipped the next card without even elaborating the first card. There was no need. “The next card is... Death reversed. It can mean a birth, or it can mean not excepting something that's gone... I think it's tell you that you need to move on from your Mom's death.” She flipped the next card. “The Queen of Swords is a cool woman, who is very strong and was more than likely hurt by men. It might by talking about your sister... Didn't you say that she's had crappy luck with men?”
Yeah, but she's dead... that card's telling me to get over my sister's death...
Dawn didn't voice her feelings. As far as the rest of Sunydale was concerned Buffy was still alive, only a bit perky and weird. No one outside of the Scoobies knew that the Slayer was dead and gone.
“What about the next two cards?”
Lisa flipped the final two of that row over. “Okay, you have... the Six of Wands reversed which is feeling unappreciated and neglected and then you have Nine of Cups and then Six of Wands reversed.” Lisa's brows arched. “Wow... that's kind of weird to see. Nine of Cups is the wish card, it's like the best card in the deck as far as minor arcana cards go, it means that you'll get something you've always wanted... but next to the Six of Wands it's saying that you'll get what you wish for but then soon you'll be feeling unappreciated or neglected.”
Dawn's face was a blank slate. “Huh?”
“Yeah, weird... I know...” Lisa sighed and moved to the last row. “This is what's going to be coming into your life.” She flipped over the first card.
“Ok... the King of Wands. A dynamic man, usually attractive and kind of a ladies man...” Lisa's smile and tone were sly as she said this. “I think a hottie is going to be coming to you soon... Maybe it's Kevin Berman!”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Keep going, please.”
Lisa flipped over the next card. “The King of Cups. An emotionally mature man, usually very sweet and caring...” She flipped the next card. “Temperance...,” the next “The Devil...” and then the final card. “Judgment.”
Dawn looked at the row of cards. “Okay, this is telling me what?”
Lisa sat back in her chair. “I don't know... the first two I know are guys that are coming into your life... and I'm guessing that if they go here they're probably seniors because most guys our age are represented by Knights... or they might be way older...” Her brown eye widened to their full limits. “Ohmigod, you're going to have an affair with two college guys!”
“What?!”
“Dude...” Lisa pointed at the cards. “They're right next to the Devil which sometimes means extreme sex.”
“They are not next to the Devil, they're next to Temperance.” Dawn rolled her eyes.
“Ok, well they'll probably calm things down... like the crappy stuff you're going through now and then they'll make with the boinking.”
“Lisa!” Dawn palmed her head. “That is so not going to happen! Now, try again please...”
Lisa rolled her eyes. “Okay... but I'm sure extreme sex is going to happen... or something majorly crappy. Because the Devil can mean enslavement... probably an addiction. Maybe one of them is hooked on something but if that were the case then I think they'd be reversed.” She looked at the next card. “Temperance is usually a card of harmonious blending... or peace. And Judgment... I know that is a karmic card, or a card of duty. I think something big is going to be happening soon, and these guys are a part of it.” She said as she pointed at the two court cards.
Dawn sighed. More than likely some more crap was going to happen in Sunnydale. Oh who was she kidding? Of course it was.
“Erm... sure... Well, thanks for the reading. The future is weird but the other parts made sense.” She stood to toss her uneaten tray away but found her eyes lingering on the Temperance card. It was a beautiful angel stood blending things together harmoniously however she was more drawn to what he was than what he was doing and had a strange feeling that Lisa's interpretation of the card was wrong.
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“All right, so let me see if I understand this? God is missing and you want me to help you find this thing so you can find Him?”
Missouri sighed and stood up from her chair. “I need a drink for this.”
She headed into the kitchen and pulled three beers out of the fridge, hand two to the brothers and kept one for herself. She wasn't too sure if the angel, Castiel, would drink but didn't want to appear rude. It was hard to know, she couldn't read this one's mind. However she did get her answer when she handed Dean his beer and caught a flash of something in his mind. Her brow's arched disbelievingly as she looked from the angel to Dean.
“What?” Dean asked.
Missouri just shook her head at him. “A brothel, Dean? You took the angel to a brothel?”
Sam's eyes popped and his mouth fell open. “What?!” He looked from Castiel who looked highly uncomfortable and then to Dean who was amused as Hell.
“It was when we had split up for a while... and it was funny Hell...” Dean broke into snickers and even Missouri chuckled at what she saw in the elder Winchester's head.
“Wow...”
“Yeah...” Dean pulled Sam aside and spoke in a low voice. “Up to his ass in demon guts, he's just peachy but throw a pair of boobies in his face and he wigs...”
Sam tried to keep the laughter in but found it impossible and he joined the other two in their guffawing. Out of everyone in the room, the only non-human was the only unamused. Castiel stayed seated on the couch and for the second time in twenty-four hours, he gave a room full of morons a withering glare while his cheeks were stained berry red.
“If you three are finished have a good laugh at my expense,” Castiel said, trying to reclaim some dignity, “we do have more pressing matters.”
“Right...” Sam agreed, trying to reign in his laughter.
“Sorry...” Dean's lips kept twitching.
“All right...” Missouri said getting back to business though a chuckle escaped her every now and again. “I can try to find this thing but I'll have to go to the place where it last was... and I'll need my Ouija board.”
Castiel nodded and stood. “I will take you there immediately.”
Missouri went to retrieve her board but stopped dead in her tracks when she caught a stray thought from Dean then turned wide eyes to Castiel. “A week!?”
An annoyed sigh escaped the angel “Before you insist that we drive, you must know that the place where it was last seen is in the Czech Republic. There is no other way, I must teleport you.”
“Do we have to go?” Dean asked not the least bit enthusiastic.
“No, only Missouri needs to go.”
The psychic sighed “Fine... “ she turned to Sam and Dean. “You two wait here. Don't break anything... and pick me up some Ex-Lax... I think I'm gonna need it when I get back.”
“Ugh...” Dean groaned while Sam cleared his throat.
“Awkward...”
Ignoring the two brothers, Missouri turned to Castiel. “All right, beam me up, Scotty.”
Castiel placed his index and middle fingers against her forehead and within an instant they were both gone from the room.
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Pairing: Dawn Summers/Castiel for certain, others in the future though not sure which.
Disclaimer:Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, two people who are far more talented than I am. I'm not making a dime off of this.
Author's Notes: Just to warn you, this will be bloody. There will most likely be smut in future chapters as well. Also this is season six Dawn with Castiel so if that sort of thing isn't your cup of tea, I'd advise not reading it. (But Buffy was around that age when she hooked up with Angel so hey...)
Summary: God is not in Heaven, so he must be in another dimension. Castiel goes on a hunt for the one thing that can break the barriers between worlds but what happens when he finds her? CastielDawn
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, two people who are far more talented than I am.
Mysticism
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, two people who are far more talented than I am. I am making no money off of this so please, don't sue me. :DA/N: All righty, the first two chapters were a little boring so here is the third one. Hopefully, this will be a little more interesting.
“You'll help me find it?”
Dean sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I still think this is insane but this a Hell of a lot better than saying yes to Michael.” He turned to his brother, “What about you, Sam?”
“I'm willing to try anything at this point,” Sam sighed then turned to Castiel. “Yeah, I'm in too.”
A small but grateful smile graced the angel's lips. “Thank you.” Then he turned serious. “We should go now.”
Sam gave a light nod but Dean groaned. “Dammit, Cas... We had this discussion. Us: humans. We need sleep every now and again. Give us four to five hours and then we'll go.”
Cadtiel sighed in both frustration and resignation. Sometimes he forgot how much rest humans needed. “All right, fine. Five hours.”
“Great.” Dean tossed his burger wrappers and pie cartons in the trash while Sam grabbed his bag and headed to the bathroom. Dean glanced at the angel and arched a brow. He hadn't moved a muscle. “Let me guess. You're just going to sit there?”
“Yes.”
With a light shrug, Dean handed him the remote as he kicked off his shoes. “Well, entertain yourself with some bad TV, just keep the volume down.” He took off his jacket and got into bed. “And when we're good and asleep, be sure to flip to channel 208.”
“Dean...” Sam warned from the bathroom and his brother smirked.
“But, try to keep the noise down. Sam's bad enough.”
“Dean!” Sam snapped from the bathroom
“What?” Castiel was purely lost.
Dean's smirk grew into a grin and he and rolled over. “G'night...”
Sam exited the bathroom and headed over to his bed but not before smacking his brother upside the head with his jacket.
“What?!” Dean griped, unable to keep from laughing.
“Jackass...” Sam flopped in the other bed and clicked off the lamp. “G'night, Cas.”
“Good night.” The angel replied and after a few moments of doing nothing he clicked on the television. As he flipped through the channels he didn't hear Dean and Sam whispering to each other.
“You're such a jackass, Dean... Trying to get the angel to-” Dean's barely concealed snort shut the younger one up.
“Dude, chill out... Besides, you think he even knows how?”
Sam was quiet for a moment then he groaned in feigned agony. “Ugh... I can't unsee!”
That got the angel's attention.“Sam, what's wrong?” Castiel asked worriedly.
“Nothing... he just has an... active imagination,” Dean snickered. “Good night.”
Well, it didn't seem to be anything serious. Shrugging it off, Castiel turned back to the television. Soon Sam's soft snores and Dean's loud one's filled the room. After flipping through numerous sitcoms, hospital dramas and a few animated shows Dean's suggestion came back to him and his curiosity grew and he pressed the numbers two, zero and eight.
“That's right, the Roto Rooter man's gonna fix the plumbing good and proper.
“Oh! Yeah, Mr. Plumber, snake my pipes!”
“I think my buddy here should go down the drain...”
“MMM-HMMM!”
“Gah!” Eyes wide in shock and mortification, he hurriedly clicked off the television only to hear Dean's muffled snickering. His head whipped toward his charge's direction and he clenched his fists, breathing angrily through his nose.
“Dean...”
Dean clicked on the lamp and smiled at the look on the angel's face. His expression was a mask of outrage similar to the look Raphael gave him that day but unlike the Archangel, Castiel's cheeks were beet red.
“What?” Dean asked innocently while Castiel continued to fume at him.
“What's going on...?” Sam grumbled and opened his eyes to see Dean wearing his “innocent” face then lifted his head to see a livid...blushing Castiel by the television. Putting two and two together, Sam flopped back onto the bed and clicked the lamp off, shaking his head. “Made the angel watch porn...”
“Good night, Cas.” Dean said, a smile evident in his voice.
The angel sat back in the chair, using a good portion of his will power to keep from throttling the elder Winchester. “Be quiet and go to sleep.”
Sam sighed and rolled over, then broke into snickers as well.
“You too.”
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My, oh my! Do you wanna say goodbye?
To rule their country, baby, you and I?
Aqua's bubbly voice roused Dawn from her slumber. Mumbling, she opened her eyes to find her arm wrapped around the Buffybot's waste. Lifting her head, she stared into the robot's face, so like her late sister's. Pale and beautiful.
Blank and lifeless...
Swallowing a wave of despair, Dawn eased out of the bed, unable to take her eyes off of the robot. The various cables plugged into that kept it running. Why couldn't people be like that? Why couldn't someone just find some sort of plug and hook it to her sister's corpse and bring her back to life?
A forlorn sigh escaping her, she left the room and went back to her own to get ready for school.
After about a half hour she was clean and clothed. She headed downstairs and a small smile tilted her mouth when the scent of blueberry pancakes wafted over her nose. Sure enough, there was Tara at the stove while sat at the table, laptop in front of her.
Tara looked up and smiled. “Morning, Dawnie. How'd you sleep?”
Dawn shrugged. “Okay, I guess.”
The blonde slid a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of her along with a couple slices of ham. “Eat up. You don't want to miss the bus.”
Dawn had no problem with obeying. Tara's pancakes were amazing and she did want to get to school. It took her mind off of things. Granted, her grades weren't as stellar as they used to be but she did try just not as much as she should have. In all honesty, she just wanted to quit school and crawl in a hole somewhere but every time that thought entered her head she squished it. Quitting would be the biggest insult to her sister's memory.
Be brave. Live. For me.
Yes, she would live. She didn't know what she had to live for but she would live.
Finally finished, she placed her dirty plate int the sink and grabbed her bag. “Bye guys.” She gave both
witches a kiss on the cheek and left for the bus stop.
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“Okay, so do we have anyway of finding this Key thing?” Sam asked as he slid his laptop into his bag.
The sun shone through the windows of the motel room as Dean and Sam packed up their belongings. Castiel was seated at the table, the blush from last night long since faded though he cast annoyed looks at Dean every now and again which tickled Dean to no end.
Turning to Sam he answered his question. “The Key's true nature is not perceivable to ordinary humans. Only those outside of reality can see its true form.”
“Outside of reality?” Dean asked.
“Yes, such as someone with second sight, a psychic...” Both he and Dean turned to Sam.
Sam looked highly uncomfortable and shifted for a moment. “I... don't know if that's even working anymore with me. I can't even sense spirits in a room anymore, I don't think that I could find this thing.”
“Well, that's a good thing.” Dean said. “We don't need that starting back up again.”
Sam said nothing, only ignored his brother and turned back to the angel. “So, only a psychic could find this thing?”
Castiel thought for a moment, “Or a regular lunatic.”
Sam arched his brows and looked out the window. “Like the old guy out there bitching out the lamp post?”
Sure enough there was an old man standing outside of the motel, dressed shabbily and ripping the lamp post on the corner a new one.
Castiel looked as well. “Yes, he would probably be able to see its true nature.”
Dean stood up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm not dragging that guy with us. He smells like pee and vomit!”
“Well, then what do you suggest, Dean?” Castiel asked and Dean grew quiet as he thought.
“Well,” he said after a moment, “you said a psychic could find it? Let's find a psychic then. Maybe a psychic could go to the place it was last before the Extreme Makeover and point us in the right direction?”
“But where are we going to find a powerful psychic, Dean?” Sam asked and his brother shrugged.
“No idea, but I know who might know one.” Flipping out his cell phone Dean pressed a speed dial button and after a few rings someone picked up.
“Yeah, Dean?” The voice answered.
“Bobby. Question...” Dean paused to put the phone on speaker.
“What?”
Dean explained everything as quickly as he could, the whole situation. When he was done, Bobby was silent for a while.
“Bobby, you there?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, I'm here...” Bobby said. “And tell Castiel he's crazier than a box of chicken lips.”
Castiel's brow furrowed in confusion. “Bobby... chickens don't have lips.”
“And you don't make no kind of sense either.” Bobby retorted then sighed, “But, if the three of you are going to go through with this craziness, I'll help. Now, you guys want to know of a pretty powerful psychic... Hmm... let's see.” He paused for a couple of second before speaking again, sarcasm thick in his voice. “Oh, wait. I know how about the same psychic who helped you out when something was in your old house? Y'know, the one who put your Dad on the hunting path?” The tone in Bobby's voice clearly stated they were both dumb asses.
Both Dean and Sam grew quiet as they marveled at their own stupidity. Scratching the back of his head, Dean cleared his throat. “Erm... right... Thanks, Bobby.”
“Idiots.” And with that Bobby hung up.
Closing his phone, Dean sighed. “So, you heard him. I guess we're off to see Missouri. She's our best bet.” He was so not looking forward to this. There were several reasons he did not wish to go there.
Castiel gave his charge a quizzical look. His dismay at going was evident. “You don't wish to go?”
“She lives in Lawrence, Cas.” Dean explained and that was all of the explanation the angel needed.
“Plus...” Dean continued and Castiel tilted his head curiously.
“What else, Dean?”
“She's mean! She's always snapping at me and hitting me... and making me clean up.” Dean actually pouted as he grabbed the rest of his things.
Castiel turned to Sam who confirmed Dean's statements with a nod and a smirk. A small smirk tilted Castiel's mouth. “I think I may like this woman.”
“Shaddup, ya jerk!” Dean growled as he left the room and headed to the car.
“Wait...” Sam said and both turned to him. “We're driving there? Cas isn't going to zap us there?”
“No way.” Dean said as he dumped everything in the trunk.
“But, we're in Nebraska!” Sam protested. “From here to Kansas? That's a long drive... We seriously aren't getting zapped there?”
Castiel gave Dean a lightly annoyed look before answering Sam. “Because of Dean's delicate digestive system, no.”
“I couldn't poop for a week after you zapped me somewhere!”
Sam blinked then laughed. “Yeah... we'd better drive. Dealing with a constipated Dean is never fun.” He ignored the glare his brother gave him as he slid into the passenger seat. “And if you think that's bad... Hope you're not around when he has hemorrhoids-OW!” Sam rubbed his abused shoulder while Dean shoved a tape into the tape deck.
“Douche.”
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It was late in the afternoon when the trio pulled up in front of the white three-story where Missouri operated her business as well as where she lived.
“Do you think she's home?” Dean asked as they exited the car.
Just as they were about to head up the steps, the door opened. Missouri was there leading a middle aged woman out of the house, a reassuring smile on her face.
“Don't worry about a thing Ma'am. Your boy's just fine, manly as ever.”
The woman smiled in relief. “Oh, thank goodness. Thank you.”
“Oh,” Missouri shook her head. “Not a problem at all. Now you-” She stopped when she noticed the three on her walkway but her eyes widened when they fell on the shorter of the three in the trench coat.
Dean and Sam exchanged looks while Castiel stood placid as ever. It seemed she knew what he was.
“Missouri?” The other woman asked concerned, looking back and forth from the psychic to the three on the path.
Her voice must've shaken her from her daze. Shaking her head, she gave the woman a reassuring smile. “Oh, sorry. It's fine. I just hadn't seen them in while.”
“Oh.” The woman said. “Well, I'll get out of your way then. Thank you again. Good bye!” With a polite nod to the three men she headed to her car and drove away.
When she was gone, she turned back to the three. “Sam and Dean... it's been a while. Almost four years.” Her gaze flicked to Castiel. “Made some... interesting friends during then, did you?”
Castiel walked towards her slowly, never taking his eyes from her. “You know what I am?”
Missouri shook her head. “I'm not too sure. I know you aren't a demon, you aren't evil... but it'd be a cold day in Hell before I'd ever want to piss you off.” She took a few steps closer and gave him a scrutinizing look. “I'm gonna take a wild guess... You're a little higher on the ladder than we are, am I right?”
Castiel lowered his eyes for a moment before looking at her again. “Not as high as I once was.”
It took her a little while to figure that out but she did. “Let me guess... Insubordination? Now you're in a heap of trouble with the heads of HR?”
“That's one way of putting it.”
Nodding and letting it go, she turned to Dean and Sam with a smile. “Now, I thought I told you two not to be strangers.” She gave Dean a motherly hug then tensed and pulled back, a look of pure horror on her face.
“What?” Dean asked nervously.
“Oh honey... “ She had tears in her eyes now. “You poor thing... Forty years?”
Oh crap, she knew. She must've seen it. Tensing, Dean gave a curt nod. “Yeah...”
She studied him even harder and her eyes widened then she gave him a sympathetic smile and touched his face gently. “You had no idea, Dean... You didn't know it was the first seal... and as for what you did to them... Honey, you've got to forgive yourself. ”
He wasn't sure he'd be able to do that but its what everyone kept telling him. “It's not that easy.”
“Well, of course it isn't, but you try anyway.”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he gave an uneasy nod. “I'll try.”
“Good.” Then she turned to Sam and gave him a hug only to pull away quickly and whack him upside the head.
“OW!”
“You big dumbass! I oughtta turn you over my knee!” She fisted her hands on her hips and craned her neck to glare up at him. “Listening to a demon? Boy, rule number one in the Hunter's Manual: Demons lie... unless telling the truth works to their advantage.”
Swallowing guiltily, Sam turned away unable to meet her accusing brown eyes. “I know.”
She still wasn't finished with him yet. “Sam, you oughtta know better than that! Dean's supposed to be the dingbat!”
“Hey!”
While Dean looked petulant and Missouri fumed, Sam kept his eyes downward. It felt like his guilt would crush him into the floor.
Missouri calmed down at the guilty, self-loathing look on his face and sighed. “You always were the Winchester with the softest heart... It kinda makes you an easy mark. But, I'm guessing you've more than learned your lesson, huh, boy?”
Taking a deep breath through his nose, Sam nodded. “More than...”
The psychic was clearly pissed at him but decided to let it go. Besides, from what she saw in Dean's head the angels were more than happy to let this happen so there was plenty of blame to go around. So, with a sigh she opened the door and stepped aside. “Come on in, boys. What can I help you with?”
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“Hey, Dawn.”
Poking at her tray of what passed for turkey and mashed potatoes Dawn lifted her eyes and gave a small smile as her friend sat across from her. “Hey, Lisa.”
Lisa pushed her tray of slop aside and dug in her purse. “Guess what I got at the store you always hang out in?”
“Crystal ball?” Dawn asked, not really interested.
“Nope.” The other girl shook her head, her black hair swaying. “These!”
In her hands, Lisa proudly displayed a brand new deck of tarot cards, the standard Waite deck. Dawn's eyes went from the box of cards to Lisa's smiling face and she arched her brows sardonically. “And your bible thumper parents are ok with those? Especially after they burned your last deck?”
Lisa scoffed. “Please. They don't know about these... Or the runes I keep hidden between my mattress. My aunt knows but she's an atheist so she doesn't really care one way or the other.”
Dawn could tell where this was going by the way her friend was fairly bouncing in her seat. Well, considering her life was pretty bleak at the moment she really didn't mind being Lisa's Guinea pig. “Go on and give me a reading, Lise.”
With a smile Lisa took the deck out of the box and handed them to Dawn. “Okay, the one I usually do is a fifteen card reading. Five cards for the past, present and future. So, all you have to do is shuffle and when you feel you're done hand them back but turn them around since I'm sitting across for you.”
Nodding, Dawn began to shuffle the cards. It was weird, while she was shuffling she felt this weird feeling in the solar plexus and then suddenly it calmed and she knew the were ready. Considering she lived with two witches she wasn't going to question it. She just handed the cards back to Lisa after she turned the deck around.
Lisa then laid five cards in a row, then five more in another row and one last row. She then flipped over the first five cards. They were the Hierophant, the Magician, the Queen of Wands reversed, the Tower and the Empress.
Lisa's brown eyes studied the cards and she let out a sigh. “Okay... the first one, the Hierophant... that's usually a card of tradition and order... probably school, or seeking council from a wise person. Or it can mean a religious group... and it's next to the Magician which is a very creative card. So... it's kind of hard for me to say... I'm going to guess that someone, probably a teacher or minister inspired you in someway...”
Or a group of monks just made me out of whirly energy... not that you need to know that.
Dawn gave a light shrug. “Well, my art teacher did say I should draw more since I'm very good at it.”
Lisa looked at the next three cards in the row. “Okay, the Page of Cups can represent a person or a situation. If it's a situation it's going to be something of an emotional nature. If it's a person, it'll probably be a pretty emotional kid... a baby up to age 17... It's weird, any other time I'd say that with the card position that some traditional establishment made something and it had an extreme effect on this kid.”
Or they made the kid...
“What about those two?” Dawn asked pointing to the last two.
“The Tower is an extreme shock, usually crappy and the Empress is a very mothering card, usually a woman who looks out for you, cares and protects you...” Lisa stopped, sighed and continued in a softer voice. “I think... it's talking about how you lost your mom.”
And my sister...
“What about the next row?” Dawn asked, wanting to move on.
Lisa flipped over the next five cards. “This is what's currently going on.” She flipped the first card. “Okay... the first card is the Five of Cups, which is a grieving card...” Lisa just flipped the next card without even elaborating the first card. There was no need. “The next card is... Death reversed. It can mean a birth, or it can mean not excepting something that's gone... I think it's tell you that you need to move on from your Mom's death.” She flipped the next card. “The Queen of Swords is a cool woman, who is very strong and was more than likely hurt by men. It might by talking about your sister... Didn't you say that she's had crappy luck with men?”
Yeah, but she's dead... that card's telling me to get over my sister's death...
Dawn didn't voice her feelings. As far as the rest of Sunydale was concerned Buffy was still alive, only a bit perky and weird. No one outside of the Scoobies knew that the Slayer was dead and gone.
“What about the next two cards?”
Lisa flipped the final two of that row over. “Okay, you have... the Six of Wands reversed which is feeling unappreciated and neglected and then you have Nine of Cups and then Six of Wands reversed.” Lisa's brows arched. “Wow... that's kind of weird to see. Nine of Cups is the wish card, it's like the best card in the deck as far as minor arcana cards go, it means that you'll get something you've always wanted... but next to the Six of Wands it's saying that you'll get what you wish for but then soon you'll be feeling unappreciated or neglected.”
Dawn's face was a blank slate. “Huh?”
“Yeah, weird... I know...” Lisa sighed and moved to the last row. “This is what's going to be coming into your life.” She flipped over the first card.
“Ok... the King of Wands. A dynamic man, usually attractive and kind of a ladies man...” Lisa's smile and tone were sly as she said this. “I think a hottie is going to be coming to you soon... Maybe it's Kevin Berman!”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Keep going, please.”
Lisa flipped over the next card. “The King of Cups. An emotionally mature man, usually very sweet and caring...” She flipped the next card. “Temperance...,” the next “The Devil...” and then the final card. “Judgment.”
Dawn looked at the row of cards. “Okay, this is telling me what?”
Lisa sat back in her chair. “I don't know... the first two I know are guys that are coming into your life... and I'm guessing that if they go here they're probably seniors because most guys our age are represented by Knights... or they might be way older...” Her brown eye widened to their full limits. “Ohmigod, you're going to have an affair with two college guys!”
“What?!”
“Dude...” Lisa pointed at the cards. “They're right next to the Devil which sometimes means extreme sex.”
“They are not next to the Devil, they're next to Temperance.” Dawn rolled her eyes.
“Ok, well they'll probably calm things down... like the crappy stuff you're going through now and then they'll make with the boinking.”
“Lisa!” Dawn palmed her head. “That is so not going to happen! Now, try again please...”
Lisa rolled her eyes. “Okay... but I'm sure extreme sex is going to happen... or something majorly crappy. Because the Devil can mean enslavement... probably an addiction. Maybe one of them is hooked on something but if that were the case then I think they'd be reversed.” She looked at the next card. “Temperance is usually a card of harmonious blending... or peace. And Judgment... I know that is a karmic card, or a card of duty. I think something big is going to be happening soon, and these guys are a part of it.” She said as she pointed at the two court cards.
Dawn sighed. More than likely some more crap was going to happen in Sunnydale. Oh who was she kidding? Of course it was.
“Erm... sure... Well, thanks for the reading. The future is weird but the other parts made sense.” She stood to toss her uneaten tray away but found her eyes lingering on the Temperance card. It was a beautiful angel stood blending things together harmoniously however she was more drawn to what he was than what he was doing and had a strange feeling that Lisa's interpretation of the card was wrong.
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“All right, so let me see if I understand this? God is missing and you want me to help you find this thing so you can find Him?”
Missouri sighed and stood up from her chair. “I need a drink for this.”
She headed into the kitchen and pulled three beers out of the fridge, hand two to the brothers and kept one for herself. She wasn't too sure if the angel, Castiel, would drink but didn't want to appear rude. It was hard to know, she couldn't read this one's mind. However she did get her answer when she handed Dean his beer and caught a flash of something in his mind. Her brow's arched disbelievingly as she looked from the angel to Dean.
“What?” Dean asked.
Missouri just shook her head at him. “A brothel, Dean? You took the angel to a brothel?”
Sam's eyes popped and his mouth fell open. “What?!” He looked from Castiel who looked highly uncomfortable and then to Dean who was amused as Hell.
“It was when we had split up for a while... and it was funny Hell...” Dean broke into snickers and even Missouri chuckled at what she saw in the elder Winchester's head.
“Wow...”
“Yeah...” Dean pulled Sam aside and spoke in a low voice. “Up to his ass in demon guts, he's just peachy but throw a pair of boobies in his face and he wigs...”
Sam tried to keep the laughter in but found it impossible and he joined the other two in their guffawing. Out of everyone in the room, the only non-human was the only unamused. Castiel stayed seated on the couch and for the second time in twenty-four hours, he gave a room full of morons a withering glare while his cheeks were stained berry red.
“If you three are finished have a good laugh at my expense,” Castiel said, trying to reclaim some dignity, “we do have more pressing matters.”
“Right...” Sam agreed, trying to reign in his laughter.
“Sorry...” Dean's lips kept twitching.
“All right...” Missouri said getting back to business though a chuckle escaped her every now and again. “I can try to find this thing but I'll have to go to the place where it last was... and I'll need my Ouija board.”
Castiel nodded and stood. “I will take you there immediately.”
Missouri went to retrieve her board but stopped dead in her tracks when she caught a stray thought from Dean then turned wide eyes to Castiel. “A week!?”
An annoyed sigh escaped the angel “Before you insist that we drive, you must know that the place where it was last seen is in the Czech Republic. There is no other way, I must teleport you.”
“Do we have to go?” Dean asked not the least bit enthusiastic.
“No, only Missouri needs to go.”
The psychic sighed “Fine... “ she turned to Sam and Dean. “You two wait here. Don't break anything... and pick me up some Ex-Lax... I think I'm gonna need it when I get back.”
“Ugh...” Dean groaned while Sam cleared his throat.
“Awkward...”
Ignoring the two brothers, Missouri turned to Castiel. “All right, beam me up, Scotty.”
Castiel placed his index and middle fingers against her forehead and within an instant they were both gone from the room.
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