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Omg hi chat. So basically I’ve moved to Ao3 to write all my stuff so I’m pretty inactive here. My Ao3 handle is Ca1nxx. I’m gonna make a fic to have all my oneshots in one place probably. But yeah if you want my content it’s there now. :P

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the final glorious ovulation ,, or wtv tf he said

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

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If everyone could take a little time out their day and donate, it would be great

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Locked Away

A Gadreel Sam x OC one shot.

Cw: They make out like once. Also this isn’t edited so there could be spelling/gramatical errors.

It was a while ago since this child was born, the one said to be the Antichrist. She was the product of Belphegor and a poor woman named Miriam. Her mother was a descendent of the prophetess, who also shared her name. Her father was the demon sin of sloth.

When this child was born, she was born with a birthmark in the middle of her forehead. It almost looked like a burn. 666 shaped in an upside down triangle. She was homeschooled for most of her life, due to her father was protective of the family. They all lived in a small house on the edge of town. Isolated, but still close enough to get what they needed to live.

Life had been simple, up until the apocalypse was jump started. At this point, Jules was a grown woman. Light tan skin, dark hair, dark eyes. Her parents were old, although Belphegor was still as strong as ever.

In heaven, there was an angel trapped in a dungeon. The darkest one in heaven. he hadn’t seen the light in eons. Every day he grew weaker. Every day his skin was flayed from the muscle, then muscle flayed from the bone. It was his punishment.

When Armageddon started, Gadreel had a chance to escape, as the angels were more distracted with Earth. He slipped by in his weak state, finding a way to Earth. He crashed down to the dirt, wings burning as he did.

When he landed, he did something unthinkable. He stole Lucifer’s vessel for himself. It’s not as if Lucifer was released yet, anyway. Sam Winchester was his name.

It was currently a Sunday. Gadreel was on a mission of redemption. He had heard through the angel radio that they were trying to find the antichrist, so he made it his purpose to find whoever it was first.

Jules was home alone. Her mother was visiting family and her father was down in hell. She jumped when she heard a knock on the door. She walked over and opened it. She could see the cracked halo on the man who stood on the doorstep.

“Angel.” She muttered and tried to slam the door shut. Gadreel caught it and forced it back open. “This place was supposed to be warded.” She started to back up. Gadreel closed and locked the door behind him.

“Make this easy for me, I’d rather not hurt you.” Gadreel spoke calmly, his attempt at deescalating the situation.

“How did you find me?” She asked, her whole stature was one of offense. She managed to conjure a blade in her hand, and then held it out in front of her.

“Torture enough demons and you’ll get answers.” Gadreel had a more open stature to him. He didn’t feel threatened.

“What do you want?” Jules still kept her distance. She couldn’t chance it. After all, demons and angels were never exactly friends.

“To take you to heaven. Side with the angels in this apocalypse.”

“Are you insane? I can’t betray my father like that.”

“I don’t want to take you by force, but I will if necessary.”

“Then leave.”

“I can’t do that.” Gadreel spoke. He lunged at Jules, grabbing her arm in a tight gasp. She touched his head and whispered

“Go to sleep.”

It was almost like a command. Within seconds Gadreel became tired. Exhausted. It was almost as if he passed out. He collapsed to the floor in a deep sleep. Jules was breathing heavily, trying to calm down. She could hear the angels talking, speaking of this angel before her now. A runaway. She could only sigh, thinking about the mess she had gotten into.

When he awoke, he felt weak. His vision was blurred, but cleared when he rubbed his eyes. He was on something soft. A couch. The windows had angel warding sigils on them. He was still in the house. He sat up with a groan and stretched his back.

“I hope your head doesn’t hurt too bad.” Jules spoke up. She was in a chair, sitting across from the angel. “It’s late. Rest some more. We can talk tomorrow. You’re safe.” Her voice was soft. She showed hospitality even after the small scuffle earlier. She wasn’t like any demon Gadreel had seen. Maybe it was the human half in her. This strange abomination.

When morning came, the angel awoke to the sound of breakfast being made. He stood up and shuffled to the kitchen. Jules, unaware, turned around and jumped, yelping in surprise.

“Good morning.” She said with a laugh. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you up already.” She turned back around and placed a bowl in the sink. “Umm, are you hungry?” She asked. A part of Gadreel felt like saying no. After all, it wasn’t necessary for him to eat. He was an angel.

“Only a little.” Gadreel responded. He noticed a little pancake batter on Jules’ face. He reached out and gently wiped it off with his thumb, tasting it. “What is this?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing at the tips.

“Pancake.” Jules laughed softly and looked at him with a big grin. “Do you not have pancakes in heaven?”

“We do not.”

“You’re in for a treat then.”

Breakfast was silent, but mutually enjoyed. Gadreel experienced foods he had never dreamt of tasting before. It was nothing fancy, just steak, eggs, and pancakes, but he was still amazed nonetheless. He wondered how something from earth could taste this good. How a woman born a sin like this could make something so euphoric.

“So, why do you need me to go back to heaven?” Jules asked. Her and Gadreel were sat on the couch, distanced.

“Why do you need to know?” Gadreel looked over at Jules, who was wringing her hands, probably out of nervousness.

“Well, I overheard the angels… they don’t seem too fond of you.”

Gadreel frowned at that. The angels never liked him, not since he let Lucifer into Eden. The angelic traitor, the joke, the biggest fool Heaven had ever seen. His vessel’s sorrowful eyes held a look of contempt.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry.” Jules spoke up after a bit of silence.

“No, it’s okay.” Gadreel sighed. He tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes, rubbing them with his hand. “I need you in order to redeem myself.”

“What exactly did you do?”

Another pause.

“I let Lucifer into the garden of Eden.” Gadreel started. “He fooled me and since then, I’ve been the laughing stock of heaven.”

“And what do I have to do with all this?”

“You are supposed to turn the tides on the war. Angels want you to turn the tides in their favor. If I bring you to them, they’d love me again.”

“And if they don’t?”

Gadreel paused. He hadn’t considered that possibility.

“Are you calling me irredeemable?” He leaned over, closer to the monster.

“No! No. I just need you to consider the possibility.”

“You look at me and see a fool, well I look at you and see a monster.” Gadreel shot out. He hated being viewed as the irredeemable chump of the heavens.

Jules reached over and touched his hand. Gadreel flinched and recoiled.

“I look at you and I see someone who’s hurt. Beyond the vessel, beyond everything, I can see you.” Jules sighed. “I wish I could help you, I do, but I don’t want to join this war.”

“Let me try to change your mind. Let me stay with you for a while.”

“How long?”

“A few days. And then, if you still don’t want to, I’ll leave and I’ll never come back.”

Jules sat there, thinking about this deal.

“Okay.” She nodded slowly. “I can agree to that.”

And so their time together started. Majority of it was Gadreel following Jules around the house as she did a few chores. It was a simple life, but better than prison. He watched as she cleaned floors and windows, he even offered to help a few times. To him, these tasks were mundane and boring. Easy to do. But with her, he found happiness in it. He liked the way she put effort into it, even when magic could just do the trick. He liked the way she nervously flit around, occasionally tripping on carpets or tables. Everything just felt so calm. No more slicing and burning of flesh, just TV and chores. He felt a happiness he hadn’t felt in ages, eons even.

When night fell, Jules led Gadreel to the guest room. Once she left, Gadreel took the first shower he had taken since he was thrown into prison. After the shower, he sat down on the bed, still bare. He wasn’t even aware of his nakedness until Jules walked into the room, unannounced.

“I didn’t know if angels got cold so I brought you blankets for tonight…” She trailed off, eyes locked onto the large man on the bed. His slightly damp hair stuck to his skin, his face now beginning to redden. He had never felt embarrassment over this predicament before. He couldn’t comprehend why he would care now.

Jules couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. Yes, she found his vessel attractive in this state, but it was more than that. She could see his true form fully. It was like a mirage around his vessel, a shell. An incomprehensible creature of glory, yet its body was charred. Feathers falling, halo cracked.

“I should’ve knocked.” Was all Jules could manage to say before clearing her throat and setting the folded up blankets on the floor. She laughed nervously and shyly, barely waving before fleeing out the room. Gadreel couldn’t help but wonder if this was what Adam and Eve first felt like when they became aware of their vulnerability. When nudity became an embarrassment. It was as if Jules was his personal serpent, corrupting the garden of his mind.

The next morning, there was a slight awkwardness in the air. Jules was outside tending to the small garden in the backyard, as Gadreel just watched, admiring the setting.

“I want to apologize for yesterday.” Gadreel spoke up, soft eyes locking onto Jules, who was watering some flowers.

“It’s fine. I should’ve knocked.” Jules responded, reassuring him. She flashed him a small smile. Gadreel awkwardly smiled back. “So I was thinking we could watch a movie tonight.” Jules switched the conversation.

“A movie?”

“Mhm. I think it could be fun.”

And so when night fell, the two gathered in the living room to watch a movie. Jules decided to watch La La Land. Gadreel was hooked onto the screen. The music, the scenery, it captivated him. Jules sat next to him, glancing at the screen but also watching him, how he reacted to every little thing. He was more emotional than he let on.

“You know I always wanted something like that.” Jules broke Gadreel out of his focus on the TV. The current scene was the planetarium scene.

“What do you mean?” Gadreel turned to her. She glanced over at him.

“A relationship. I want someone to love me.”

“You seem to be supporting yourself well, though.”

“It would just be nice to have some company. All my life I’ve just been locked away in this house.”

“I guess I sort of get it, I’ve was imprisoned for years.”

The two looked at each other. There was a moment of mutual understanding, a connection. Jules was the first to lean in. It was an awkward first kiss. Neither of them knew what to do. Within a few seconds, though, they learned. They cradled each other’s faces as if the other was a delicate flower, one that would crumble if they let go. The delicate nature of their hold slowly became more human. Desperate. A desire to fill a hunger that had never been filled in the other.

Gadreel lowered Jules on the couch, tender yet full of need. His lips connected to her neck, her fingers raked through his hair. They were in tune with each other. Two opposing forces melding into one intertwining soul.

The angel’s lips continued to trail their way slowly down, until they stopped. Halting right in the space between Jules’ collarbones. The demon’s dark eyes connected to the angel’s multicolored ones.

“We can’t do this.” Gadreel whispered, turning his head to the side and resting it against Jules’ chest. Jules sighed, she knew he was right. Angels don’t mix with the impure. Angels don’t have emotions, they’re not allowed to feel. If only they weren’t different, two sides of the same coin. Their souls melded together so well, but they poisoned each other at the same time. It wasn’t fair.

“I know.” Jules breathed out and moved her hand to Gadreel’s hair, messing with it. She toyed with the soft brown locks, giving Gadreel a solemn comfort. They couldn’t be together, but they would push boundaries.

“We should sleep.” Gadreel spoke, his voice still with that strong cadence, yet soft, almost like a whisper.

“We should.” Jules responded, her own tone matching his. One of mutual comfort. One of a deep love that knew no rules, no bounds.

In the morning, Jules was the first to wake up. She slid out from under Gadreel’s body and headed to the kitchen to make him breakfast. When she was cooking, she heard a crash from the living area. She ran to go check it out, and then halted. Angels had invaded her home. They had Gadreel and they were taking him away in shackles. Her free bird had its wings clipped once more. Her love was getting locked away again. In the heat of the moment she ran towards Gadreel, who attempted to reach out to her but was blocked by two angels. Jules butchered them. She only had to give them a look and they exploded, blood splattering on everything. Pieces of bone like shards from a shattered glass scattered everywhere. The 666 glowed on her head, a menacing reminder of what she was. The other angels changed their tactic, grabbing onto Gadreel and holding their blades to him.

“Take one more step, and we’ll kill him.” One spoke up. They had a strong facade, although everyone could detect the fear on them. It was clear with this last ditch effort, but Jules stopped her rage.

“Take him back to heaven.” Another angel spoke, this one as more authoritative. Less scared. “We’ll deal with this one later.” The angel gestured to Jules.

In the blink of an eye, all the angels were gone. It was almost as if they were never here. Jules felt empty, lonely. She fell to her knees and let out an agonized cry that rang through heaven and hell. A sign to the angels that they lost her allegiance, and a sign to hell that they should ready the army. A battle was lost here, but another was just beginning.

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Say Sabriel and no one bats an eye…. Say Soki. And society.

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Repent

Supernatural priest AU with an OC one shot????? Yeah.

CW: Angst, death, depictions of grief????

There was a church in Kansas. One run by two brothers. Hunters. Dean, who didn’t follow the faith as much. He found the disguise as a priest to be convenient for hunting. This came at a surprise though, as he was in cahoots with an angel, Castiel.

The angel served as an advisor, a friend, almost a lover but not quite. He also served as an advisor to the main pastor of the church and brother to Dean, Sam.

Sam had started to follow the faith devotionally, after a tragedy with his girlfriend years back. He took his vows and started the church to cope. He started to believe, because maybe his deceased lover was in heaven. Maybe she could hear him when he prayed every time the sun rose and set. Maybe, just maybe, she’d give him a sign that she was looking down at him, rooting for him in the afterlife.

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It was a Sunday morning. The small church was filled with people. Some visitors, some residents. Mass had ended a little while ago. Everyone was flooding out, everyone besides one person. They were feminine in appearance. They sat there, staring at a large statue of Jesus on the wall behind the alter.

Once everyone was gone, they walked to Sam, who was saying his final goodbyes to the last guests.

“Can I help you?” Sam asked, his tone holding its usual softness. His face held its usual pleasant expression, one of comfort. In comparison, their eyes held an expression of sorrow. His greenish eyes shone compared to their dark eye color. It was almost inhuman. They were colored like dark bottomless pits. Pits filled with guilt and sadness.

“I need to confess.” The stranger whispered, their soft voice flooding Sam’s mind with an objective. Confession.

“Alright, follow me.” The priest guided the stranger to the confessional booth. The stranger signed the cross and let out a little sigh.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I’ve lost count of how many years it’s been since my last confession.” They spoke. Sam could feel them staring at him. Unnatural eyes leaving him with a feeling of emptiness. “I’ve slaughtered many people, none of them innocent.” They spoke. Sam froze in his seat. Murder? What could have led to that?

“I believe the Lord has turned his back on me.” The stranger sounded on the verge of tears.

“The lord turns his back on no one.” Sam spoke, his voice still unwavering in its comfort.

“For this I am guilty, and I am sorry for all my sins, past and current.” The stranger was now leaning their head on the grate between the two halves of the confessional booth.

“I hear you, and here is your penance, go and give yourself to your community. Work to better the lives of others to balance out what you have done.”

After contrition and absolution, the two stepped out the confessional booth. The stranger stared at Sam, tilting their head slightly at him.

“You’re a savior.” They spoke. Sam smiled slightly, confused. Somehow, he thought there was a deeper implication to that statement.

“I’m just doing the lord’s bidding.” He responded. The stranger reached up, and touched his forehead. Sam could’ve sworn their eyes flickered white for a second, almost like a broken lightbulb. Before he could say anything, Dean’s voice was heard in the distance, slowly approaching.

“Hey, who are you talking to?” Dean asked, coming into view. Sam turned away to respond.

“Oh just a visitor.” Sam said, turning back to ask the stranger’s name, but they were gone. No trace they were ever here.

“Well, I have a case for us.” Dean said, walking with Sam to the bunker under the church.

“Tell me about it.” Sam said, while going through the research Dean had done.

It was a strange case. A sudden outbreak in suicide within psychiatric wards and prisons. People that were considered monsters had killed themselves suddenly. The time of death was always announced to be at around four in the morning.

“That’s strange, isn’t it?” Dean said, looking at Sam who had just now set the file back down.

“Maybe we should ask Cas, see if he knows something about it.” Sam suggested. Just at the mention of his name, Castiel appeared in the room.

“You needed me?” Castiel asked. Sam handed him the file. Castiel looked it over and set it back on the table. “I think Sariel is back on earth.”

“So which one of your siblings is this one?” Dean asked, sitting at the table and crossing his arms.

“A fallen archangel of memory, mainly those of guilt and sorrow.” Castiel responded, a slight frown on his face. “A devout follower of Lucifer.”

“We need to send them back to hell, I assume.” Sam sighed. Castiel nodded.

It wasn’t long before night fell. Sam was sat at the open window of his bedroom. His hands were clasped and his elbows rested on the windowsill as he prayed. Praying to the lord for help, praying to the angels for protection, praying to his lost girlfriend for guidance. It was at that moment he heard her voice whispering in his ear.

“The time is coming soon, you need to say yes.” Her voice whispered, the same mind bending whisper Sam had heard this morning.

“What time? Say yes to what?” Sam asked, his mind racing with questions, but also trying to fight the hold something had on it.

“You’re going to be a savior.” Her voice responded, the phantom feeling of her hands on Sam’s shoulders started to fade in. “Say yes.”

The whispering was overwhelming. The embrace that was supposed to be warm, felt cold. This was an imposter in his head. An imposter imitating his love.

“Sariel.” Sam managed to croak out, fighting hard to defeat this hold the archangel had on him. At the sound of the name, everything stopped. The room was silent again. Sam sat there, too many emotions running through his body to process.

Just then, Dean walked in. He knocked on the door, causing Sam to flinch and turn around.

“Sammy, are you okay? You look pale.” Dean said, walking over and hugging his brother. Sam hesitantly hugged back.

“Yeah, just tired.” Sam responded, letting go of Dean and getting in bed.

“Alright, just tell me if you need something.” Dean said, not completely buying into Sam’s exhaustion, but not wanting to press him either.

The day after, Sam was back at mass. The entire thing went by as normal, until the end. Everyone filtered out but one remained again. Sariel. They were kneeling near the front of the altar, staring with those sorrowful eyes at the imagery on the wall. Sam walked over to them.

“I know who you are.” He said, sitting next to them. He was tense, remaining alert although they didn’t seem like a threat.

“But you don’t know who you are yet.” They spoke, shifting their stare to him.

“Explain it to me then.”

“You’re Samael’s vessel. You’re going to help him save the world and bring a new one to fruition.” They spoke, tilting their head with an unrelenting stare. Sam paused taking in this information. He retained a confident facade although he was slightly shaken. “Unfortunately for you, your brother is Michael’s vessel, and you’ll have to kill him.”

“No.” Sam snapped, causing Sariel to flinch and frown slightly.

“You can’t say no to this. It has to happen. You need to save the world.”

“Not at the expense of my brother.”

“And what about mine.” Sariel suddenly shot back. They didn’t sound angry, just sad.

“I’m not sure your brothers are notoriously known for being good people.”

“Neither is Dean, but at the end of the war I could bring him back. Everything would start anew. You’d have a new life, one of peace. One that I know you yearn for.”

“You don’t know what I want.” Sam shot back, getting up to leave and turning his back.

“I know you miss Jess.” Sariel whispered, the whisper was low but it rang out in his ears like a shrill sound. Sam turned around to see Sariel in the form of Jess sitting there. The only thing not changing was their eyes. “I could bring her back.” They reached out and gently touched his forearm. Sam was shaking. The whole experience was surreal.

“Don’t you trust me?” Sariel whispered, standing up now. Their face was close to his, watching every muscle twitch.

“You’re not her.” Sam hissed, his breath hitching in his throat.

“But your eyes deceive you.” Sariel moved a hand to his face, caressing his cheek. “You want to trust me. You want to save the world.”

Sam was about to respond but got ripped away from Sariel by Dean. Dean threw a bottle of holy oil at Sariel, who got doused in it.

“Are you alright?” Dean asked Sam, who looked beyond shaken.

“Yeah I’m fine.” Sam said. He pat Dean’s shoulder. Castiel appeared, lighting a match and throwing at Sariel, who lit aflame. Sam had to look away. This angel in the likeness of Jess. On fire, just like that night in the bedroom. Sam could hear Sariel scream his name using Jess’s voice. A last ditch effort at survival.

The fire was agonizing, burning and melting Sariel’s flesh as if she was a lamb being roasted. They tried to stumble away, but a telekinetic hold kept them in place.

It was Sam. A few tears fell from his face as he watched the sight. The pain made Sariel unable to hold the form they had shifted to.

Sariel screamed out. At first to Castiel. Then to Gabriel, Lucifer, even Michael. For someone to save them from this hopeless demise. But no one came, not even Lucifer. The brother they had devoted their life to. The brother they followed aimlessly, supporting his cause without a doubt. They were alone. Dying and alone. All they could do was wail out and cry as the skin burned off their bones.

After a few more minutes, Sariel was dead. All that was burning was their remains. All that could be heard was the crackling of a holy fire.

“I’ll go get a bag.” Is all Dean said. He walked away to go grab something to put the remnants in. While Sam felt relieved, he also felt a twang of remorse. The archangel had seemed afraid to die. In pain. He could’ve only imagined what Jess felt when she died.

“I’m going to go pray.” Sam mumbled, patting Castiel’s shoulder before going to the church bunker to pray. He sat down at the window to pray. Tonight no one responded but the wind.

If there’s spelling mistakes, I didn’t read this over so. That’s it. 😁

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Divine Intervention

Part 3 of 3

Tw: Angst, graphic violence, death

Sam woke up first the next morning. He was surprised to hear the TV running outside the bedroom. He walked out, rubbing his eyes. Kafziel looked over at him. The living area looked a mess. Some things were broken, others just out of place.

“Did something happen?” Sam asked, putting his hair up into the signature man bun he was used to.

“We need to go to Missouri.” Kafziel sniffled and got up, setting everything back in place.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?” Sam gently grabbed her forearm.

“We don’t have any time to talk.” Kafziel said, pulling her arm away. “Just meet me out by the car when you’re ready.” She brushed past him and out the room with her things.

About 15 minutes later, Dean and Sam could be seen walking up to the car.

“So I was thinking, we could go get breakfast and then head out to Missouri.” Dean said, walking around to the driver’s side.

“As long as you don’t take too long.” Kafziel grumbled and got in the back of the car. Sam got into the passenger seat.

“What’s up your ass today?” Dean retorted, glancing back at Kafziel.

“I don’t know, Dean. Maybe I’m stressed because my family is involved in my best friend’s disappearance. Maybe I’m stressed because I can’t trust if he’s alive or not.” Kafziel snapped, a look of hatred in her eyes.

“Dean, drop it.” Sam whispered to his brother. Dean disregarded this completely.

“You know, you came to us for help. Not the other way around. So we deserve to have some semblance of respect.” Dean raised his voice. Now he was angry. Kafziel inhaled deeply and then opened the car door.

“You know what? I’ll meet you at the IHOP about 15 minutes away.” Kafziel said, weakly feigning a tone of calmness.

“We are not eating at IHOP.”

“I’m not finding some five star restaurant!” Kafziel screamed and slammed the car door, shaking the car. In the blink of an eye she was gone. Sam sighed and looked at Dean.

“She’s just frustrated.” He spoke up.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure you would know.” Dean snapped back, visibly irritated.

“Dean, you have to be worried too. He’s our friend also.” Sam stayed calm, trying to be reasonable.

“And we’re gonna find him. End of story.” Dean started to drive off still fuming.

“I just think you need to be a little more understanding.” Sam argued, earning a glare from his brother.

“Yeah? And where has that gotten you.”

There was a silence in the car. Dean had a way of saying things that really stung, but Sam tried his best to understand that he didn’t mean it. Dean just drove, listening to the rock music on the radio.

When they got to the IHOP, Kafziel was seated at a small table with just a glass of water. Her head was propped up on her hand. She looked a mess, dark eyes red and puffy. Sam and Dean walked to the table and sat down.

“I’m sorry I yelled in the car.” Kafziel whispered, her voice sounded a little hoarse.

“Don’t worry about it.” Sam said, giving her a small smile. Dean just rolled his eyes. He took notice of a waitress that was just now going on break.

“I’m gonna go talk to her.” Dean said, waving at the waitress, who waved back. Kafziel just grimaced, not saying anything. Dean got up and left the table. After ordering food, Sam started up a conversation.

“So what’s the plan for after we find Cas?” He asked.

“Well I’m going to find a world you can all be safe in, and then I’m going to leave.” Kafziel said, sipping her drink. Sam frowned slightly.

“Leave?”

“If I stay around you, you won’t be safe from my family. They’ve found me again.”

Sam sighed, taking a sip of his orange juice.

“So this is it, huh?” He gave a sad little smile. Kafziel placed her hand gently on his forearm.

“I’ll come and visit sometimes, I promise. It’s just that the last time I tried to stay with someone dear to me, she was killed.”

“She?”

“Yes. A long time ago, I had a girlfriend. She was lovely. Obviously I was pretending to be her boyfriend but she found me out. Obviously that was a shocker, but we got back together. But I stayed too long, and my brothers found her.” Kafziel took a shaky sigh. “So I decided I never wanted to be included in that fight since then. I’m not going back to my family.”

Sam put his free hand over her hand on his arm.

“A similar thing happened to me once. Not exactly the same situation, but I had a girlfriend who died.” Sam said, he had a somber look on his face.

“And it’s been hard for you to open up again.”

“Yeah.”

There was a moment of silence between them, which was interrupted by the food arriving to the table. The two began to eat.

“You know,” Kafziel spoke up, swallowing the food in her mouth. “Out of everyone, I think I’ll miss you and Cas the most.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Kafziel chuckled and sighed. “Really.”

When they got back to the car, Dean was midway through a takeout box of miscellaneous breakfast foods. Sam sat shotgun, as always. Kafziel opened the door to sit in the back, but her face curled up in disgust at the idea of the activities that had gone on in the back.

“Cmon. I cleaned the back I promise.” Dean groaned.

“I think I’ll just sit on the roof.” Kafziel said, climbing up to the top of the car and sitting there.

The trip to Missouri was light hearted, yet sad with the knowledge that this would be their last venture together. Sam looked out the window at the rapidly passing fields and trees. Dean listened to rock and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, excited for the road ahead. Kafziel was laid on top the car, staring at the sky and just taking in the breeze. She was enjoying her last moment of peace.

Eventually, the Fiat pulled into an abandoned town. It parked in the lot of a crumbling abandoned asylum. With weapons loaded up, the three started their exploration of the asylum. Kafziel was tracking Castiel, mainly with her sense of smell.

They walked past crumbling walls and patches of open ceiling. The asylum had this foreboding aura to it. It felt old and tortured. It gave that impression that something terrible happened here.

Kafziel, Dean, and Sam turned down a back passageway, where grumbling and breathing could be heard behind a door. Kafziel carefully opened the door, and there was Castiel. Chained to a wall, still in his mechanic uniform. Kafziel ran over to him and hugged him, snapping his chains with just her hand.

“I’m so glad you’re alive.” Kafziel whispered, about to cry tears of joy. Castiel hugged her and pat her shoulder.

“I knew you’d find me.” Castiel smiled and chuckled, standing up and brushing himself off. Now Dean ran over and talked him in a hug, almost knocking the poor man over. “I missed you too.” Castiel hugged back, squeezing him slightly.

But the sweet moment was cut short by a new voice in the room.

“I knew you’d be here.” It was Lucifer. Everyone turned.

“Michael told you.” Kafziel walked over, standing in front of everyone.

“Bingo!” Lucifer smiled. “He said you’re still undecided, but you killed one of my best guys.” Lucifer kissed his teeth and paced around the room.

“It was an honest mistake.” Kafziel said, her wings unfolding behind her as a projection.

“Yeah, well, an eye for an eye, right?” Lucifer shrugged. His eyes glowed red. Kafziel’s eyes flickered between white and black. She plucked two blades from her wings and swung. Lucifer easily dodged these swipes, and shot a blast of energy at Kafziel’s chest. The faint sound of flesh searing along with bones cracking was heard. Sam made a move to go help Kafziel, but Dean held him back.

“This isn’t our fight.” Dean whispered. Sam opened his mouth to protest, but didn’t say a word.

Kafziel suddenly used her blade to slit her wrists, blood flowing out of them and forming chain like weapons. It was an ability she learned, but could only be kept up for about a minute, until she wore her magic out. Then she wouldn’t be able to heal. It was a very last ditch attempt.

Unfortunately for her, she was out matched. She managed to survive up to three minutes against Lucifer, but she was weak and weary. She landed a few blows before her steps got sloppy. Her head was spinning. Lucifer swiped her legs from under her. Kafziel crashed to the floor, smacking her head against the pavement with another disgusting crack.

“Say your goodbyes.” Was all Lucifer said before he disappeared. Sam ran over to Kafziel, who managed to pull herself against the chipped and broken tiles, to the wall. She pushed off the wall with one hand and turned. She sat there, a weary smile on her face. Her body started to fall sideways, but Castiel was now there to catch her.

“I tried.” Kafziel mumbled out, blood now leaking out from behind her eyes, due to the hit of her head against the ground. Sam’s eyes welled up with tears. He held one of Kafziel’s hands.

“We need to get her to a hospital.” Sam said, his voice more frantic than his regular calm one.

“It’s no use. There’s not one in miles and she won’t make it.” Dean said, kneeling down behind Sam. Kafziel weakly shook her head.

“It’s fine…” She sighed and coughed up some blood. It ran down her cheek and dripped onto her shoulder. She looked at Sam and squeezed his hand lightly. Her body was going cold and slowly draining itself of everything.

“You’re gonna be okay.” Sam whispered. He held her hand to his cheek.

“I’ll be seeing you.” Kafziel murmured, closing her eyes. Her breathing was ragged and slow. Every intake sounded more and more gurgled. The three men stayed with her until she finally succumbed to her injuries. Dean had a few tears in his eyes, whether it was from the situation, or from losing what could’ve been a long time friend. The whole room felt sad.

As a final goodbye, Dean, Sam, and Castiel lifted her body outside. They took all day, making a small platform with large branches and bramble. Castiel had gone out to find wild flowers to lay with the body.

The men finished making this platform at sunset. Kafziel’s body was laid to rest on top of it, wild flowers in her hands, and some petals stuck in her blood soaked hair. Dean then used his lighter to set the platform aflame. The trio sat there, watching it burn. The smoke reaching up to the heavens.

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Safe Travels

Part 2 of ?????

Tw: Graphic depiction of violence, brief brief depiction of pedophilia (like one sentence)

The sun rose on the Winchester house. Kafziel was out cold on the sofa, curled up under the blankets. Sam was the first awake, and walked downstairs to make some breakfast. On his way to the kitchen, he saw Kafziel, still peacefully asleep on the couch. He couldn’t help but smile. He walked over to the sleeping archangel and gently shook her awake. Kafziel grumbled and turned away.

“Cmon, rise and shine.” Sam shook her again. Kafziel groaned and yawned, stretching and sitting up. She blinked a bit and rubbed her eyes. “I’m making breakfast. You want some?”

“Yeah…. Sure.” Kafziel answered, looking at Sam, a delirious smile on her face.

“Alright.” Sam stood back up and walked into the kitchen. Dean soon came down into the living room, fully dressed and ready to go. He sat on the end of the sofa and turned on the TV.

“You have a very lovely couch.” Kafziel stated, sitting with her legs pulled to her chest. Her eyes were glued to the TV.

“I would hope so. We spent a lot of money on it.” Dean chuckled, glancing over at Kafziel.

“I have a question.”

“Shoot”

“Your brother, is he-“

“Single? Yes.”

“No. Is he psychic.”

There was a pause between both of them. Kafziel turned her head to look at Dean, who was already staring at her with a hard gaze.

“How did you know?” Dean asked, his voice low.

“I’m an angel. If I couldn’t feel it, that would be a problem.”

Just then, Sam peeked his head in.

“Breakfast is ready.” He gave an awkward little smile. Dean almost immediately got up and jogged to the kitchen. Kafziel followed at a slower pace.

Breakfast was lavish. Eggs, bacon, toast, hash browns, pancakes, fruit. The whole nine miles. The three sat at a table to eat. A glass round table. For drinks? Fresh orange juice and water.

“So,” Kafziel spoke up while chewing.

“Swallow first.” Sam cut her off, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Kafziel rolled her eyes and swallowed.

“We should head to Cas’ shop first. I need to pick some stuff up. Maybe we’ll find a clue in there too.” Kafziel said, leaning back in her chair.

“We’ll do that then.” Sam responded, still working on his food. Dean looked over at Kafziel’s plate, which was half eaten.

“Are you gonna finish that?” Dean asked, eyeing the food like a starving dog.

“You can have it.” Kafziel pushed her plate towards Dean and took a sip of her water.

Breakfast lasted about an hour. Everyone was just waiting for Dean to finish really. Once Sam and Dean had packed up for the trip, the three set off to the mechanic shop. Kafziel hopped out the car and walked into the shop, disappearing in the back. After a few minutes, the brothers followed suit.

Dean was looking around the store, searching for any trace of an intruder. Sam was looking around near the back for the same thing. He didn’t find anything significant, but he did find Kafziel in a little makeshift room. She had a small backpack with clothes. She was standing there, looking at an old Polaroid of her and Castiel. Her back was turned to Sam, who was standing in the doorway. He knocked on the doorframe.

“Yeah?” Kafziel looked up from the Polaroid, turning her head to see Sam. Her eyes were glossed over with tears.

“Everything alright?” Sam walked over, noticing the Polaroid in her hand.

“Yeah I ,um,” Kafziel bit down on her lip, trying to speak without sobbing. “I’m just worried, ya know.” She exhaled shakily, voice high and wavering. “There’s a chance we might never see him again and, um, well I just feel like if I was here it wouldn’t have happened.” Kafziel sniffled and brought her fist to her face, biting down on her thumb. Sam placed a hand on her shoulder.

“We’re gonna find him. I promise.” He spoke, voice low and gentle. Their eyes locked.

“Yeah… yeah.” Kafziel nodded and wiped her eyes. Sam pulled her into a hug. She hugged back. There was something just so reassuring about the whole thing.

Just then, Dean appeared in the doorway. He cleared his throat, causing both the archangel and the hunter to back away and look at him.

“Oh, am I interrupting something.” Dean chuckled, quirking his eyebrows.

“You are so gross.” Kafziel picked her backpack up and rolled her eyes. She walked out the room, shoulder checking Dean on the way out. Sam tilted his head at Dean.

“Come on man.” He sighed and walked out the room.

“There were sparks, I’m telling ya.” Dean followed his brother, elbowing him playfully.

“Yeah, okay.” Sam snickered. He couldn’t help but smile just a little.

The three regrouped by the Fiat.

“Alright. What have we got?” Dean asked.

“The place reeks of demon.” Kafziel said, putting her bag in the truck.

“That gives us a start.” Sam said, leaning on the passenger seat door.

“If you can find other cases that sounds like a demon was involved, we can go and interrogate it.” Kafziel said, getting in the car. The brother’s followed suit. Dean started the car and started driving.

“We can’t just go and sit down with a demon.” Dean scoffed, glancing at Kafziel in the rear view mirror.

“You can in some circumstances.” Kafziel shrugged.

The car ride was aimless, until there was a murder they were alerted to. It was up in Michigan. There had been a serious of murders like this across the country, in bursts. All victims were 16 and female. All had their hearts torn out, and all the blood drained from their body.

Driving up the countryside was a fun venture for the three. Kafziel would hang out the window, enjoying the breeze as they drove. She would even climb out onto the roof of the car at times. Sam would watch her in the right side mirror. He would smile to himself. Something about seeing her happy made him happy too. Dean took note of this. Seeing his brother happy made him happy also. ‘Crazy kids’ he’d think to himself. Every so often he’d elbow Sam and say something, just to let Sam know he knew what he was looking at. Sam would just brush him off. After all, what are brothers for?

Eventually the Fiat pulled into Michigan. They rolled into a neighbourhood, pulling up alongside the house where the crime had took place.

Sam suddenly got a vision. Something about the family. The main thing in the vision, a high school. Then a party. Another girl was going to be killed. Prom night. Sam held his head and laid it back, grunting and groaning in pain. There was a voice, a male voice. It sounded like someone on administration. Then, the vision was over. Sam panted slightly, composing himself.

“Sammy, you alright?” Dean asked, looking over at his brother.

“What did you see?” Kafziel asked, sticking her head between the two front seats from the back.

“A school, the girl, um…. I think I heard a guy.” Sam said, sitting up. Kafziel put a hand to his cheek. The aching in his head went away. “What did you do?” Sam asked.

“Just alleviated your pain.” Kafziel said, retracting her hand.

“Thank you.” Sam smiled.

The three got out the car and went to interrogate the house. From the information they gathered, the high school Sam probably saw was Lakewood. Prom night was tonight. The man Sam heard? He was probably Mr.Sarcov, the Math teacher at the school.

From the information gathered, a plan was formed. Sam and Kafziel would break into prom night, disguised as students. Meanwhile, Dean would find his way into the back and all three would regroup somewhere. This would all start at 5:00 PM.

“Would you hurry up.” Dean grumbled, knocking on the bathroom door of the suite. For this hunting mission, they had found a 5 star nearby, and decided to stay there.

“Would you wait just five more minutes.” Kafziel yelled from inside the bathroom. Dean groaned loudly. He was dressed in a janitor’s outfit, while Sam was in a simple tux. In just a few minutes, Kafziel walked out the bathroom. Her longer black hair was now cut into a style that resembled the length of a bob. Her dress was white with holographic glitter. Form fitting with a slit up the right side.

“You look….nice.” Sam said, swallowing a little hard. Dean couldn’t help but smirk slightly at Sam’s reaction.

“Alright, yeah, let’s get this over with.” Kafziel exhaled.

The three walked to the car and drove to the high school. Dean pulled into the parking lot.

“So everyone knows the plan?” Sam asked, making sure everyone was in the same place on what was going on.

“Yup” Dean smiled brightly with a thumbs up.

“Yeah. Let’s just get this over with. This is embarrassing.” Kafziel got out the car, stumbling a little in her heels. Dean and Sam got out the car, and they all walked to the entrance.

“Have fun you two. Don’t forget to leave room for Jesus when you dance.” Dean winked, letting out a hearty laugh. Kafziel started at him with an unamused face, almost matching the one Sam had on.

Then the group split. Dean snuck into the back as a janitor, while Kafziel and Sam awkwardly checked in at front of Sam had walked in with her, their arms hooked together. After about 5 minutes they separated. Kafziel had snuck out the gym and went exploring down the hall.

The hallway reeked of demon to her. A different demon than the one from the shop, but a similar one. Possibly a brother. There were giggles and whispered talking coming from a classroom. As Kafziel walked towards the noise, the smell worsened. She walked up to the door, and unlocked it by touching it. As she walked in, she was faced with a grotesque scene.

“Oh my GOD.” Kafziel yelled, bile rising in her throat. She managed to swallow it back down. Sarcov and the student pulled away from each other.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Sarcov said frantically. Kafziel stared in bewilderment. She looked at the student and mouthed ‘get out’. Her voice echoed to the student like an overwhelming command, almost like the pied piper and his tune. The student suddenly ran out the room, fear in her eyes. Kafziel closed and locked the door with a quick hand movement. “You’re not human.” Sarcov spoke.

“Neither are you, you abomination.” Kafziel sneered, her eyes holding nothing but disgust in them now.

“You’re looking for that mechanic, aren’t you.” Sarcov cooed. “My brother took him.”

“And who’s your brother?” Kafziel walked over, snagging Sarcov by the collar of his shirt.

“Calm down angel.” Sarcov smiled. “I can’t just tell you everything.” He attempted to push her off, but Kafziel didn’t budge. Something was telling Sarcov to leave his vessel. This wasn’t an ordinary nonhuman he was dealing with, it was something he couldn’t beat. Sarcov started to leave his vessel, turning to smoke and exiting through the human’s mouth, but halfway way out he got stuck. Kafziel had caught him in a telekinetic grasp. She was forcing him back into the vessel with ease. When Sarcov was back in the vessel, he could feel his head start to ache. It was slowly getting worse. Almost like his head would explode from pressure.

Kafziel hadn’t broken eye contact with this demon. She held him with one hand, and with another, she was slowly closing it into a fist. She was crushing him telekinetically. Slowly. Agonizingly slow.

“If you do this, you’ll only be killing the vessel, not me.” Sarcov grunted out, the pain becoming unbearable. His bones slowly crushing.

“Oh no. This is different.” Kafziel spoke, her voice holding no emotion. It was like something flipped. Sarcov could feel the essence of himself diminishing with every snap and break of a bone. Slowly he got more and more compressed, until he burst. Bits and blood flying everywhere, splattering the walls, the floor, Kafziel. She just stood there, breathing heavily.

After a few minutes, she started to clean the mess. She used her magic to scrape the walls and floor clean. In the middle of her job, a familiar voice came from behind her.

“Kafziel.” It was Gabriel.

“Been a while.” Kafziel said, turning around to look at Gabriel. “What do you want.”

“Straight to the chase, okay.” Gabriel shook his head in amusement. “Have you picked a side in the fight?” He asked.

“No.” Kafziel turned away and continued to clean.

“That’s what I thought. So I was wondering if-“ Gabriel was cut off by Kafziel cackling wildly.

“I’m not helping to piece our family back together. Goodbye.” Kafziel snorted and finished her work.

“You know what you did sends a message, right.”

“No one will know it was me.” Kafziel said and sat up on a desk. “Now leave.”

Gabriel left through a window, looking back once. Kafziel just waved him off. Right after, Sam and Dean ran into the room.

“Where’s the demon?” Sam asked, out of breath.

“I handled it.” Kafziel responded calmly, a small smile on her face.

“But I had a vision-“

“I handled it. End of story.” Kafziel cut him off quickly.

Back at the hotel, Sam and Dean had fallen asleep. Kafziel was awake on the pullout bed. Everyone had been tense since the demon incident. Kafziel felt a presence at the suite. She walked out onto the balcony and flew up to the roof, where she saw her brother. Michael.

“How’d you find me?” Kafziel asked, gulping slightly.

“Killing a demon isn’t exactly discrete. He was one of Lucifer’s favorites.” Michael shrugged.

“So what do you want.”

“You clearly picked a side in this fight.”

“I’m not on anyone’s side, I just want to find my friend.”

“The abandoned asylum in Missouri. You know the one. He’s there.” Michael said, a snarky smile on his face.

“You put him there.”

“To motivate you to pick a side. Don’t worry, he’s alive. Unharmed.”

Kafziel breathed a sigh of relief. 


“Now,” Michael said, shifting his weight onto his other leg. “I could really use you on my side.”

“I don’t want any part in your petty fight.”

Michael groaned, furrowing his brows.

“I’ll return home then. Safe travels, sister.”

“Tell heaven I send my regards.” Kafziel said, a slight tone of resentment laced in her words. She then hopped off the room and returned to her bed in the suite. Tonight she would go without rest.

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Angel Numbers

Part 1 of ???

A supernatural Hunter Corp AU fanfic surrounding my OC

Cw: Slight sexual content, graphic depiction of murder/violence

It was late. About 12 in the morning to be exact. Aiden was heading out to see his girlfriend of 6 months, Kyra.

The walk to get there wasn’t that long, just under 15 minutes. The apartment was a decent one. It was a one bedroom located in Kansas.

Kyra opened the door at her boyfriend’s knock. She greeted him with a wide smile, and he greeted her with a passionate kiss.

“Are you hungry? I have some left overs from dinner tonight.” Kyra offered.

“Yeah that sounds nice.” Aiden stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. He took his shoes off and set them aside by the door. Kyra walked into the kitchen and started heating some food up in the microwave. Her boyfriend snuck up behind her, planting soft kisses on the side of her neck.

One thing led to another, and eventually the two were in the bedroom. Just before anything continued, Aiden leaned down and whispered to Kyra,

“Be my vessel. Let me in, please.” His voice a beckoning whisper. An enticing plea. Kyra looked at him with a puzzled face.

“You’re talking funny.” She giggled, hands holding his face in an endearing way.

“I just want your permission.” He smiled back down at her, kissing her nose.

“Well then yes, you have it.” Kyra leaned up and kissed Aiden. When she inhaled, she could almost feel an energy pass through her. She could feel her mind slipping away, as if something was replacing her from the inside out. Her heart raced. Aiden scampered off her, staring at her like he’d never seen her in his life. A few more minutes of panic, soon turned to tranquility. Aiden was in the corner of the room, naked and cowering. Kyra sat up, stretching out her limbs. She cracked her neck and looked over at Aiden.

“If it gives ya any comfort, I’ll make this quick.” Kyra spoke, her former southern accent replaced with an Irish one. Aiden couldn’t respond.

“I won’t tell anyone about you, I promise. I can keep a secret!” Aiden pleaded frantically.

“I’m sorry, lad, but I just can’t risk it.” Kyra, or rather whatever was puppeteering her, was now leering over Aiden

“Kafziel please.” Aiden whispered, trembling like a scared dog. His eyes resembled that of one too, possibly a last ditch effort of bargaining for his life.

“Tell the lord I send my regards.” Kafziel spoke, her wings projecting behind her. She reached back and plucked a blade from the image, and with one swift motion Aiden was dead.

***

“So how come dad couldn’t take this case.” Dean spoke, straightening his collar.

“Dad is outside the country. Plus, he thinks we can handle it.” Sam responded, looking out the window of the Fiat.

They pulled up to the apartment and got out. The brothers walked to the scene, where the police were interrogating what they thought was Kyra.

“I know that lady, that’s Krystal Kandy. The pornstar.” Dean chuckled.

“That’s great, Dean.” Sam rolled his eyes and folded his arms. “Can we focus on the task at hand?”

This was a crime scene. A brutal one. Victim Aiden Glassow, age 34. The cause of death was most definitely a murder. When the police arrived, Aiden was already dead. His body was splayed on the floor, crucified. His entire torso was cut open, cleanly. Majority of the organs had been scooped from that cavity, mapped out to form angel wings behind him. The main suspect? Kyra Miller. Pornstar, black hair, hazel eyes. She was the only one there at the time of the murder.

Kafziel was currently causing a scene with the police. Screaming and sobbing. She looked a mess. Of course the police wouldn’t know it was all a facade. As soon as the initial police interview was done, Sam and Dean walked over to talk to Kafziel.

“I already told the police everything.” Kafziel sobbed and whimpered. She wiped her nose in the sleeve of her sweater.

“Well we just had a couple more questions.” Dean started off. He brought out a notepad which elicited an irritated groan from Kafziel.

“I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean, we work for Hunter Corp.” He spoke. He fixed his scarf.

“Sam and Dean? My friend talked about you a lot.” Kafziel sniffled, wiping her eyes.

“I’m sure they did. We’re very popular.” Dean grinned.

“What’s their name?” Sam asked, his tone more gentle compared to Dean’s cocky one.

“Castiel.” Kafziel responded, slowly acting like she was gaining some sort of composure. Sam looked at Dean, who now seemed intrigued due to the name that was brought up.

“You know Cas?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. He was like my brother.” Kafziel smiled half heartedly.

“Well how is he? We haven’t talked in a while.”

“I wouldn’t know. He’s been missing.” Kafziel frowned, this time the frown was genuine. Dean started to frown too. Castiel was a dear friend to him and Sam. He ran the repair shop they would go to, to get the Fiat fixed.

“How long has he been gone?”

“About a week now.” Kafziel shifted her weight.

After a few more exchanges of questions and words, Sam and Dean were ready to head out.

“Call us if you remember anything about the case… or Castiel.” Dean spoke, handing both his and Sam’s business card over.

Kafziel’s alibi was a weak one, but one that was consistent with every witness of a murder identical to this. She saw the intruder, and passed out. When she woke up the deed had been done, and the intruder was gone. Said intruder was never identifiable. He was constantly depicted as a man in all black clothing with a fully black mask.

When back home at the bunker, Sam and Dean started researching these murders. Apparently there was one every six months, and they spanned back to ancient times.

“The killings are believed to be ritualistic in nature, possibly linked back to an unidentifiable cult.” Sam spoke, looking up at Dean, who was hunched over his shoulder. They were both staring at the computer screen, reading the stories about the killings. Sam was scribbling in a notebook next to him.

The time was about 1:00 AM now. The brothers had been researching the case for hours now, only taking breaks to get snacks and hydrate.

“Alright, I’m gonna head to bed, Sammy.” Dean pat Sam’s shoulder and headed to the door of the office. “You should get to bed soon too, okay?” He smiled at his brother, who gave a little smile back.

“I will.” Sam responded and turned back to the computer. The uniformity of all the cases was so puzzling to him. All the victims died the same way. All were in a relationship. All only had the lover as a witness. All never made it past six months with the person. It sounded too exact to be multiple people at work. ‘Maybe it was a vengeful spirit?’ He thought.

Eventually he fell asleep at the laptop. His face lying across the keys, which would surely leave indentations when he woke up. Pencil still in hand and propped up on the notebook, mid sentence. He was then woken up by some rattling downstairs. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, blinking a bit. He checked the time, 3:33 AM

‘Did Dean invite some girl over?’ Sam wondered. He stood up and opened the door to the office. His question was answered when his brother’s beastly snoring echoed in the distance. Maybe John was home. Possibly, someone had broken in.

The later was less believable than the first. There were sigils all over that protected the place. Alarms made it so that every entrance was protected. Spells and magic coursed through this place, it was basically impenetrable.

Sam followed the soft sound of glass clinking against glass. The sounds led him to the living room. The light was on, and someone was on the couch. A woman. Sam pulled out a hand gun and slowly approached the woman.

“Kyra?” He saw her face. Kafziel turned to look at him. On the class coffee table was an open file, her file, alongside a shot glass and a bottle of scotch.

“I hope you don’t mind me intruding like this.” Kafziel spoke, hazel eyes locked onto Sam’s brown ones. “Nice file by the way. Though it is missing some information.” She closed the file and sat back. Sam still held his gun pointed at her.

“How would you know?” His voice was still gentle, but his stature was one of offense. He seemed ready to shoot at any moment. Muscles tense, eyes alert.

“Well that’s me.” Kafziel answered with a shrug. Just then, Dean was stumbling in, half awake and holding a bowl of cereal. “Someone’s hungry.” Kafziel commented and smiled, quirking both her eyebrows. Her stature was eerily calm. A small smile and a watchful stare.

“Sam, don’t tell me you invited this chick over.” Dean grumbled, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

“No, Dean, I’m not you.” Sam rolled his eyes, then locked them back on Kafziel.

“Why don’t you both sit down, and I’ll explain why I’m here.” Kafziel spoke up.

“I think we’ll stand, thank you very much.” Dean spoke, eating a spoonful of dry cereal. With a downward flick of a wrist, both brothers were forced into a seat. Now the three were in a triangular seating arrangement. Sam and Dean on the larger sofa, with Kafziel in the arm chair.

“My name is Kafziel, archangel of Equilibrium.” She started off.

“And my name is Groot.” Dean chuckled, looking over at Sam who only glared back at him.

“Can you please take this seriously.” Sam groaned and turned back to Kafziel, who was just waiting to talk again.

“Originally, I came to your universe to escape my family’s stupid fight. It’s been spanning for eras, and I just wanted no part in it. Not because I care for them, but because I find the whole thing stupid.” Kafziel continued. She started to explain the start of the feud between Lucifer and Michael. How it was tearing the family apart. She had come to earth to have a moment of peace. She told how she got her peace, but when that world was eradicated, she had to find another. The murders? Her cover from heaven or hell. It was her way to become untraceable, so no one knew what she looked like.

“You’re insane.” Sam spoke up, once he had the chance.

“I do what I have to.” Kafziel said, taking a sip of Scotch. “Anyways, all this is to say that when I got to this universe, originally I was going to wait for its eventual end. But then I met Castiel.” She continued. Another ramble. A story of how Castiel had invited her in, and they became friends. The first friend she ever considered keeping. He knew of her identity, and in return he let her know some of his deep secrets.

“But now he’s missing, and usually that would be of no concern, except I can’t track him. He’s basically been erased from any radar, even divine ones.” She sighed and frowned, rubbing her temples for a second. “Which is why I came to you for help. I promised I’d get him out of this universe when this world ends, and I can do the same for you if you help me.”

“That sounds like a load of bull.” Dean hissed. Sam on the other hand, somehow felt inclined to help.

“What if it’s not.” Sam sighed and sat up. He had leaned forward to intently listen to this story. Dean got on offense and pulled his handgun.

“Maybe she murdered Cas, and she’s just waiting to murder us too.” Dean raised his voice. Kafziel’s happier expression dropped to one of unreadable emotion and dead eyes.

“Go ahead. Put a bullet in me. Call me a liar, but if you do I will find your daddy and I will do to him what I’ve done to every other person that has happened across my path.” Kafziel warned, voice low with an unnerving cadence.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Dean cocked the gun, but Sam came between them.

“We’ll help you.” Sam said. Dean pulled Sam aside and out of earshot.

“Are you insane?”

“Listen, Cas is our friend, just as much as hers. And when she spoke, she looked like she was about to cry. If she’s a liar, we can handle it, I promise it. Just trust me.” Sam hugged his brother, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. Dean hugged back tight.

The brothers walked back into the living room, where Kafziel was waiting for them.

“You can crash on the couch tonight, I’ll get you some blankets. We set out tomorrow.” Sam spoke and walked out the room to go get the blankets.

“Alright.” Kafziel smiled, perking up in her seat. “I promise you won’t regret this.”

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You found a file on the floor at Hunter Corp! Read it?

>No

vYes

RECORD 003

Kafziel

Lesser archangel of equilibrium

Age: Unknown

Known information: Kafziel known to transfer vessels rapidly, leaving no trace behind. She has all the abilities of a normal archangel, but to a lesser extent. She has wings made of blades, that she can use for combat. To make up for angelic weakness, she has adapted to be able to manipulate the blood of her vessels. She was created from the Archangels Uriel and Michael. She is known for her drastic changes in personality.

Whereabouts: Unknown, no longer residing in Hell or Heaven.

No previous vessels are living

Alignment: Unknown, should be considered dangerous

Like okay guys I knowwww I was supposed to finish the marvel series and I will but I’m also starting something else too bare with me.

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𝙳𝙾𝙶

𝚃𝚆: 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝙰/𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝙰, 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 [𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢], 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚎

It had been a few years in Madripoor now. Andrei barely spoke anymore. He sat in a cell until Nagel had use of him. This usually came in bouts of genetic testing and small missions. He felt like he had no reason to live.

Nagel had installed a small conductor on the side of his head. It looked like a small silver button on his temple. It was an easier way to keep Andrei calm. With a press of a remote, a shock could be conducted right to his brain.

Andrei sat in a chair, just resting as Nagel started to draw blood from his body.

“You know there was a revolt back in Siberia.” Nagel said, turning away to put the blood in a vile.

“Is the Winter Solider okay?” The only thought running through Andrei’s brain.

“I can’t give you that information.”

“Is he okay?” Andrei repeated, a more aggressive tone coming from him. He was worried. Panicked. What if his friend was dead?

“I told you-”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Andrei slammed his fist on the table, rattling everything on it. Nagel froze.

“Why do you care? What, do you love him? You sound like a worried housewife.” Nagel chuckled, his voiced laced with fear. Andrei grabbed Nagel, pulling him close to his face. His clouded eyes held a vindictive stare. His nostrils flared slightly with every exhale. It was clear he was angry.

“I won’t ask again.” His voice was low, but threatening. A jolt to the brain caused him to let go of Nagel, and return back to a docile state.

“The winter soldier is alive and in stable condition.” Nagel finally answered, voice still wavering from the encounter. Andrei felt some semblance of joy. At least his friend was safe.

A long silence passed. Nagel just worked and hummed an off key tune. Andrei zoned out on the chair, retreating to his thoughts.

A couple more years passed. The civil war situation had just happened. Andrei had caught wind of how Bucky was free from hydra now, and of how he was the last super soldier left under Hydra’s command. He wondered, when will he be free? His thought process was broken, when the sound of his cell being opened was heard. Nagel walked over to him.

“You have a visitor.” Nagel said and sat him up. Andrei rubbed his eyes and looked approximately at the entrance of his cell. An older woman walked in. Short white hair styled up in what looked like a white Mohawk. Andrei had never seen this woman before. He jerked back when she approached him, getting close. Too close.

“He’s blind.” The woman spoke. She had a British accent.

“But functional.” Nagel responded.

Andrei flinched when the woman touched him. Her hands wandered all over, feeling his face, his body, they even grazed his crotch. His breath hitched and he just moved aside. Nagel probably sensed his discomfort, as a shock was produced. Andrei calmed down, but his eyes still held a fear in them.

“How much?” The woman asked Nagel, pulling away from Andrei.

“20,000.” Nagel responded. The woman scoffed.

“Even with the defect?” She retorted.

“20,000, take it or leave it.”

“Fine.” She said. She pulled out what looked to be a phone, and with a few taps the transaction was done.

“You’re selling me?” Andrei spoke up, voice wavering. This felt dehumanizing. It felt like a betrayal.

“I have no use for you anymore.” Nagel spoke, his attention turned to the blind man who was staring back at him.

Andrei swallowed and stood up.

“Selby is your new owner.”

“I’m not an animal. You can’t just trade me and sell me like I am one.” Andrei cried out. Sadness, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I can and I am.” Nagel said, administering a shock.

Andrei winced, but his emotions flatlined again.

“This is all his data, along with the code words to him.” Nagel turned his attention to Selby, handing her a notebook.

“It’s always a pleasure doing business with you.” Selby responded with a smile, taking the notebook.

Andrei was transferred to a car after that. From what he could tell, it was a stretch limo. He crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. He stared dead ahead, his face holding a look of anger.

“So your name is Andrei.” Selby spoke. Her voice already causing Andrei irritation. He didn’t answer, which caused a shock to his brain. “I was talking to you.” She spoke again.

“I suppose that is my name, yes.” He finally responded, his tone harsh. He made it clear he had a distaste for this woman.

“And you’re from Georgia. How exotic.” She cooed. He rolled his eyes. “Please tell me you’ll just behave, I quite hate causing you pain.” She spoke again. Andrei just nodded. It wasn’t like he had a choice.

His new housing was a room. It was a lavish room. He was wandering around, getting used to where everything was in it, so he could walk about without bumping into things. The bedside tables were sturdy. As he grazed his hands over it, he could feel the ornate decorations carved in the wood. His bed was quite large. He had fur and cashmere blankets on it. The pillows were goose feather pillows. His sheets were made of soft silks. It was certainly an upgrade from the cold hard mattress and thin sheets of his cell. He felt happier now. Maybe he was free now. Maybe he would be treated as human for once.

The floor of the room was made of soft carpet. There was a large closet already filled with different outfits. Mainly suits with tactical gear.

The lighting in the room was dim and comforting. It was easy on his eyes.

Another door lead to a bathroom. The floor was now made of tile. The bath rugs inside were sturdy and comforting. The faucets seemed to be made of gold. A wax warmer made the room smell of vanilla. The bathtub was large, with jets aligning the sides of it. The shower was also quite large, with a lot of switches and buttons. Andrei would figure it all out later.

He was then called to the dining room. He ate the first proper meal he’s ever had in months. Roast chicken, buttered bread, white rice, and beans. He sat down at the table, staring at the meal in front of him.

“Go ahead and eat.” Selby said to him. Andrei bowed his head slightly in gratitude, and proceeded to devour the meal in front of him. The woman couldn’t help but laugh. “Was Hydra not feeding you well?”

No response. Only the sound of chewing and swallowing, followed by large gulps of water. He felt happy, for once.

Happiness didn’t last for too long though. He learnt his true purpose a few weeks in. Yes it was to guard the bar and stand in while Selby made transactions, but he was also there for her pleasure. He was conflicted. On one side, he hated having to serve her. He had grown to hate everything about her. The cadence of her voice. The feeling of her skin. The feeling of her nails clawing at his shoulders. The sore feeling he had when they were done.

It’s not like he had a choice when it came to that. He was a trained dog, commanded by words.

After every “mission” he would retreat to his room, not able to cry out of fear of getting shocked, but he would’ve. Thoughts would be buzzing through his mind. He felt disgusted. He hated being alive again. He would go and bathe, scrubbing his skin raw, trying to forget every touch.

At the same time he felt ungrateful. It’s not like his acts went unrewarded. He’d get grand feasts, maybe a chance to have some fine wine. Sometimes he’d even be allowed to roam around the city, free of anyone.

In that time he met a woman who introduced him to cigarettes. This seemed to take the edge off, usually. It would keep him calm. Not that it solved his situation but it was one thing that made it bearable.

He spent years like this. Living like a dog. A system of tasks and rewards. He could only hope that he’d be sold off again soon, or maybe he’d be free, eventually.

Soon his hopes were answered. The blip. Selby disappeared. Andrei was free to escape. And so he did. He left. But he had no place to stay, and no one he could call. He hunkered down in the bar until he met another woman. She was blonde, from what he could tell. Medium length hair.

She would recognize him, from stolen files she had seen. Andrei came to know this woman as Sharon. He worked for her.

She removed the shock control from his head, in return he would guard her. He wouldn’t talk much to her, but he didn’t resent her. To him, this was freedom.

In his spare time, now, he would sit by a radio and listen to the music it played. 70s and 80s classics, sad piano tunes, those were his favorite. Usually he’d prop the radio up by an open window and smoke. He’d look at the neon lights illuminating the city, and think about Bucky. He wondered where he was. Maybe he was one of the people that disappeared. He hoped not.

If he wasn’t at the window, Andrei would reside in his room.

This room wasn’t as lavish as the one Selby had him in. It had cooler lighting, probably from the blue neons and LEDs. From what he could tell, everything was off white in color. This made it hard to differentiate things in stark brightness but in dimmer lights, it was easier to see shadows.

His closet consisted of tactical gear, suits, but also some casual clothing.

His missions consisted of guarding and protecting. He also worked as a servant in some cases. He’d bring Sharon drinks or do things around the building as she worked.

For about five years it remained this way. Peaceful. Simple. Then, things got rattled. Everyone started coming back. Sharon kept Andrei, but Selby came by frequently, demanding him back. Every time, Sharon refused.

Although slightly more chaotic, Andrei still lead a relatively peaceful life.

He was by the window, smoking, when Sharon tapped his shoulder.

“I have a mission for you.” She said. He nodded, getting up.“Two friends recently came into Madripoor, I think you’d know one of them. We’re gonna go pick them up.” Sharon pat his shoulder.

Andrei quirked an eyebrow at that, but obliged. He geared up and set off with Sharon. On the rooftop they camped out on, he quickly learned that Sharon was going to execute Selby. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy about it. A small smile came to his face.

A singular shot. Andrei knew she was dead. The one death he didn’t feel guilty about.

“Alright cmon. We gotta go get them.” Sharon said, packing her things up and running off the roof, Andrei at her heels.

With enough running, they went down an alleyway.

“Hey boys.” Sharon said. Through blurred vision, Andrei could see three men. He couldn’t quite make out their features, besides skin color.

“Sharon?” A voice spoke. Andrei froze in his place. The exchange had to be short, as the men had a bounty on them already.

Back at Sharon’s safe house, there was an opportunity to talk. Majority of the talk was about finding Nagel. That was a name Andrei never expected to hear again.

Bucky sat silently on the couch. Andrei quietly took a seat next to him.

“I never thought I’d see you again.” Andrei spoke in a low voice to him.

“Me neither. They told me you were dead.” Bucky responded, his voice also hushed, as to not disturb the main conversation going on between the other people of the group.

“Well they clearly lied.” Andrei slightly chuckled.

Bucky nodded, a very slight smile on his face.

“So what’s your real name?” Bucky asked, looking at the blind man next to him, who was staring back at him.

“Andrei.” He responded. Be remembered that now. He over time he had come to remember who he was. Where he was from. “What about you?”

“Bucky.”

“Your parents named you Bucky.”

“No they named me James. My middle name is Buchanan”

“Hm.” Andrei held Bucky’s hand and gently squeezed it, as if unsure if he could even hug him or not. “I missed you a lot.” He murmured.

Sharon walked over.

“Get ready, we’re having a party.” She said. Andrei sighed and got up, leaving to get ready.

The party went by smoothly. Sharon had gotten the information the team needed, which is how they ended up back in the shipment landing. Back to Nagel.

After Nagel was shot, and the shootout happened, everyone was agreeing to part ways.

“You know what, you wouldn’t mind taking Andrei, right? I think he could help you. He’d also make sure you keep up your end of the bargain.” Sharon said. Sam looked unsure, but nodded.

“Sure. We can do that.” He said hesitantly.

“I promise not to get in your way.” Andrei crossed his hand over his heart, in a playful gesture. Then they were off to find Zemo and head to Latvia.

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𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂

𝚃𝚆: 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊

It had been months since the initial success.

Instead of sleeping, now Andrei was put in a cryo chamber when not in use. This was to preserve his brain function and hold.

Andrei woke up when warmth hit his body. He had been thawed out. This just meant shocks now. He had come to learn the routine of his life these past few months. Thawing, control, basic training, and freezing.

He had been learning basic fighting moves by himself. He was a quick learner, though, quickly picking the moves up. The scientists were impressed, although they still considered him a defect. His blindness still got in the way. He would get numerous types of eye drops to try and restore his vision, none of which worked.

He had been lead to a room. This room was different than the ones he had been in before when it was time to train. This one was bigger, slightly colder, more open.

“Today you start sparring.” A woman spoke up. Andrei turned his head to hear her. “You are going to learn to be the best, and to do that you must train with the best.” The woman spoke, drawing near. He was already on the defense. “I would like you to meet the Winter Soldier.”

He took a pause to process that name. He had heard it through the halls in passing. The Winter Soldier, one of Hydra’s greatest successes. The admired assassin who always completed a mission.

“I’m sparring with him?” Andrei almost scoffed in disbelief. “I mean no disrespect, but I can barely fight.” He said, sounding a little anxious.

“Then you will learn.” The woman responded, sounding on the offense.

“Before we begin, can I feel him?” Andrei asked. “I’d just like a semi visual of what I’m going up against.”

The woman groaned and exhaled sharply, sounding annoyed at this point.

“Fine.” She snapped. “But don’t take too long.”

He nodded and walked up to this Winter Soldier, running his fingertips over him, in a non invasive manner. He could tell why everyone was so intimidated, given his size and stature. His fingers grazed over the metal that made his arm, and the skin that made his face.

He felt a strange adoration for this soldier in front of him. His features were strong, something to be admired. He was bound to memorize what he felt, and the visual he made up.

He could tell his hair was dark. He could barely make out his dressing style, but he could identify his skin color. The texture. One thing he couldn’t identify were his eyes.

“One last question, what color are his eyes?” He asked, genuine curiosity filling him.

“Blue. His eyes are blue.” The lady responded. “Now focus on the task or go back to electro therapy.”

Andrei shut up. His mind still wandered though. What shade of blue? Whatever shade it was, was sure to be another thing to admire.

An hour had passed. Andrei was still sparring with Bucky, and he seemingly out of breath now. Bucky was fine.

“Again.” The lady spoke. Both bodies would have the compulsion to spar again, though one was more on the brink of exhaustion.

They started up again. Andrei had learned he was better at dodging these attacks, but still couldn’t land one. He tapped out when a metal fist swung, hitting him straight in the nose. He was out for a few minutes, before jolting awake.

“Freeze him over.” The lady commanded, knowing that the control they had over his mind broke when he passed out. Andrei was grabbed. He fully came to when he was dragged across the floor. He started kicking and yelling, not wanting to go back. He didn’t really have a choice, though.

Cold. That was what he felt when he woke up again. To him, that could’ve been a nap. There was no telling how much time passed when he was on ice.

Heat. The second familiar, agonizing feeling that came after waking. Pain and puppetry. Words spoken to put him back under a spell.

“We have a mission for you today.” A man spoke. Andrei leaned his head to the side, in that direction. One eyebrow quirked up. This was new. He was never worthy of missions before. “Eliminate Giorgi and Kristin Ciobanu.” The man spoke once more.

Andrei went stiff. Those names meant something, but what? He couldn’t remember.

“We’ll drop you off near the location.” The man spoke again. “You just need to get in the house.”

“Yes sir.” Andrei responded. A programmed response. He could never say no.

He was frozen over in transport again. He woke up in a town. Someplace familiar, but he couldn’t land exactly why it was. A strange feeling of deja vu. Maybe even some nostalgia. It was almost as if something blocked off his memory.

Andrei kept a low profile as he stalked through the neighborhood. He grazed his fingers across the numbers on the door, until he found the one he was told to get to. He easily broke the lock on the door, getting himself into the place.

It smelt familiar. The smell of dinner lingered in the air, as if it had just been eaten. The approximate location of things. The distant piano music playing over the radio. Everything brought him back, but to what? That, he still couldn’t answer.

“Son?” A male voice spoke. A familiar one. Not one of a doctor or scientist. Guard or trainer. One unknown, but known at the same time. Giorgi Ciobanu.

“Oh Andrei.” A female voice spoke this time. A sweet one with a tone of longing. Followed by this voice was a pair of arms around him. Andrei was stunned. The embrace was familiar, but from why? Kristin Ciobanu was this woman’s name, he was sure of it. Andrei, who was Andrei? A son, supposedly. One that maybe looked like him, judging from these strangers reactions.

“Oh what did they do to you.” The woman spoke again, her voice laced with sympathy. Her hand reached up to touch her son’s cheek. His hand grabbed her wrist, almost crushing it in response. Kristin’s breath hitched. There was a coldness in the clouded eyes that stared down at her. It was as if there was someone else these, using her son as a disguise.

There wasn’t much time to process much more, as two swift motions ended her life. Giorgi heard the sickening crack of her neck, and the thud of a body. Who was this man in their home, pretending to be their lost son.

Andrei turned his attention to his father, as the man took a careful step back. A step turned into a run. A short lived run. Andrei had caught up to his father with ease, snatching him and bringing him to the ground. His father writhed underneath him, trying to break free from this pin. Andrei wouldn’t allow it.

The struggling stopped when Andrei got up and stamped down on his father’s neck. He felt the bones crush under his boot. It was an awful sound. It reminded him of his jaw when it shattered. He couldn’t remember how it happened, but the sound stuck with him.

He’d be lying if he said he felt any bit of guilt over his actions at the moment. There was no remorse felt. He felt slightly sympathetic, though. These people obviously valued their lives. Not only that, they died thinking he was their son. At least to his knowledge currently, that wasn’t true.

He called in the completion of this mission over his earpiece. Then, he went under to head back home.

Back in Siberia, training continued. Andrei was quick to improve, and adapt to a fighting style. It was one that matched him almost perfectly. It focused on swiftness and amount of strikes, over strength. It was almost like dancing to him.

His skill set improved drastically, moving from hand to hand combat to blades. He could fight well with daggers, short swords, close range weapons. He couldn’t use guns, his blindness wouldn’t allow for it; but Hydra made due with that. Although defective, Andrei still had worth in their eyes.

He woke up on an aircraft. He could make that out due to the engines humming in the background. He walked out the small cryopod in his chamber and felt around. He could hear his current mission partner waking up in the other half of this chamber. Bucky Barnes.

Apparently this mission involved a lot of people, so they needed two to ensure no one got away.

Andrei attempted to walk over to Bucky, but was stopped by a piece of reinforced glass, separating the two. There were holes though, he could feel them. They were allowed to talk.

“There’s glass there.” Bucky spoke up.

“Couldn’t have told me sooner?” Andrei sat down on the ground.

“No.”

Andrei rolled his eyes. Silence. He then spoke up again.

“What shade of blue are your eyes?” He asked.

“Does it matter?”

“I’d like to know.”

Bucky leaned over, staring at his faint reflection in the glass. He grumbled a little.

“Uh, steel blue. I think.”

“Hm.”

“Why does it matter?”

“I just want to know what you look like.”

“You do this to the doctors too?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“They don’t interest me.”

Another pause.

“I interest you.” Bucky quirked an eyebrow. “I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Not like that.” Andrei responded, rolling his eyes.

“Right.”

“You do have a nice face though.”

“You can’t even see it.” Bucky retorted, getting closer to the glass.

“I can envision it.”

Another pause. Throughout the flight, this is what happened. Short bursts of conversations, followed by pauses. There weren’t the usual topics of small talk to go off of. They didn’t remember their lives before this. Only their lives now.

They were put back under for landing, and thawed out once on land.

“Let’s get this over with.” Bucky grumbled as he walked through the city streets.

“So quick to get rid of me.” Andrei let out a half chuckle. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel Bucky’s cold side eye on him.

“Who wouldn’t?”

“I take it you prefer solo missions.”

“Yeah.”

A pause. They were in front of the building now. They both snuck in through the parking garage. Bucky stayed in the garage, as he could use long range weapons and target cars. Andrei moved inside.

The company they were targeting was a competitor of Hydra’s. It was disguised under a medicine distribution company, but really it was fully of experimental drugs and a multitude of other things. They were off the radar until they stole some data from Hydra, only then were they deemed a threat.

Andrei barely left a trail in his wake. He was clean with every execution he did. Stalking up behind doctors and scientists, snapping their necks, and continuing on.

When they met back up, they were both quiet. Not much to say after a mission.

They were loaded back on ship and put under for maybe an hour. When they were thawed, it was still quiet for a while.

“Do you ever feel bad about the people we kill?” Andrei finally spoke. His tone was downtrodden but not exactly one of guilt.

“No.” Bucky responded. “They probably had it coming.” He turned his gaze to the blind man on the other side of the glass. Andrei appeared to be pondering, gazing at the ceiling. “Do you?”

“Sort of.” Andrei sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They probably never think they’re going to die that young, or at least not be executed.” He said. His attention turned to Bucky.

“They shouldn’t have done what they did, then.”

“I guess so.”

There were a lot more silences this time around. Both men were stuck pondering until they were frozen over, and put away until Hydra might have use of them.

Duo missions had become Andrei’s favorite thing to do. He enjoyed the company, the small talk. It made him feel less lonely. He had grown fond of this Winter Solider, and he hoped that the soldier had grown fond of him too.

He couldn’t never tell, though. Bucky always had an angry monotonous tone to him. Something Andrei still admired. It gave a level of mystery to him. He liked that.

Sparring was another fun time for Andrei. Somehow he felt free then. He felt like he could release all his anger into these fights. It’s not like Bucky would get hurt like that. Both of the men were tough. They could tank blows.

It also gave him an excuse to feel Bucky. To really see him, in his own way.

He’d tell himself it was sheer curiosity. It was normal. His want to bond was normal. His want to be around him, to talk, to listen to that monotone voice, that was all normal. The love he felt was normal. Platonic. Even if there was some nagging part of him saying it was more. He could never love a man, that was one thing he grew up knowing was forbidden.

It wouldn’t take long for Hydra to catch onto Andrei. He wasn’t exactly discreet with how he would talk to Bucky, or with how excited he got in sparring matches. They wouldn’t allow this to happen.

They started to change things up. Andrei saw less of Bucky, and Bucky saw less of Andrei. They would send Bucky on American missions, and Andrei on more Eurasian ones. Less sparring matches. Less duo missions. Andrei would be sent out while Bucky was frozen.

He was almost always sent on a stealth mission to steal Stark technology. Bucky would be sent out for assassinations.

Andrei, though, in his relentless pursuit, still found a way to talk to Bucky. Whether it was through hidden notes somewhere or harming himself to end up in the medical room with him, he found a way.

Hydra still would not stand for this. Not when this could hijack everything they’ve worked so hard to accomplish.

So they started sending Andrei to Madripoor for extended periods of time. They’d store him there from time to time. Run his missions from bases there. Run tests there. They could find all sorts of people to set him up to spar with.

Andrei’s performance remained the same, but his attitude had died down. He barely talked anymore. His clouded eyes always just stared off instead of vaguely focusing. He missed his friend.

After years of this, Hydra informed Andrei he’d be staying in Madripoor under Wilfred Nagel’s care.

His soul shattered. He felt alone again. Empty. He knew he’d never see his friend again. He knew he’d never warm up to Nagel.

But he knew this was his life now. Alone in Madripoor.

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𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙺

OPEN

>YES

>NO

>OPEN FILE: GOING DARK

>OPEN FILE: BLUE EYES

>OPEN FILE: DOG

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𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺

𝚃𝚆: 𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 , 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 , 𝙺𝙸𝙳𝙽𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶

He came to wonder how this all started.

His father. His father was a Hydra scientist. He soon realized how awful Hydra truly was and left. They chased his family. They moved all around the small country of Georgia.

That being said, he could never hate his father, no. His father gave him the greatest gift he could’ve wanted. A gift of identity. While on the run, his father decided to start hormone therapy and some new form of stable genetic testing, to turn him from a daughter to a son. One more piece to keep the family hidden. It’s probably why they were able to hide for so long.

He had picked up dance, becoming proficient in it. He was also an avid reader. He did well in school as he grew up. Everything was stable, it was almost as if he had gotten away from his life of running, until he didn’t.

It was 1948. Andrei still lived with his parents. He was at the doctor, getting some blood work done. It was true he passed as a man, it was true he spoke like one, looked like one, fit in as one, but blood was telling. No one could’ve known that doctor was a Hydra spy. No one could’ve anticipated him finding out.

Andrei was home now. He was eating dinner when this all ensued. His mother had cooked khinkali and kharcho for the family. The lights were dim, yet comforting in the house. The radio played piano music in the background. The aroma was a homely one.

Much words weren’t shared, but it wasn’t in a hostile, distasteful way.

About halfway through the meal, a knock came at the door. Andrei decided he should be the one to check through the peephole. When he did, a group of familiar men were on the doorstep. Only then was the aura no longer comforting, but chilling.

He ran back to the dining room looking anxious. There was a knock again, fiercer.

“You need to hide.” Andrei said, ushering his mother and father out of the dining room. He walked to the hatch to the attic and opened it for them, hastily helping them up. “Don’t come out, not until I say so.” He whispered, closing the hatch. His mother protested, screaming for her beloved son, but her husband covered her mouth. Surely Andrei had some reason to be doing this. A plan, maybe? Possibly he was making this up on the fly.

A harsher knock at the door. Andrei finally opened it, standing in the doorway. His body blocked the opening into the house.

“Can I help you?” He asked, his head tilting to the side slightly.

“Yes, actually, do a Giorgi Ciobanu, a Kristin Ciobanu, and an Elene Ciobanu live here?” The man on the doorstep asked.

“I’m afraid you have the wrong house.” Andrei responded, eyes narrowing slightly. The man kept a calm demeanor.

“That is unfortunate.” He said, an unnerving tone to his voice. He turned to leave, but suddenly swung back around, administering a shock right to Andrei’s temple, causing him to fall to the ground, stunned. Stunned to the point he couldn’t move.

His heart beat in his chest. It was panicked, racing faster as the man drew near.

“Where are your parents, Elene?” The man asked, his question sounding more like a statement. Andrei refused to respond. Even if he was taken, his hard working father would be spared. Even if he was killed, his loving mother would be saved.

The man seemed to take his silence as a condemnation.

“Your silence won’t save them.” He said. Before Andrei could even think of a response, a rag was over his mouth and he was knocked out cold.

When he woke up, he was in a hospital of some kind. A monitor was attached to him, watching his heart rate intently. The room he was in was long, with a row of medical beds aligning either wall. The lights were bright in this room, and it smelt of sterilization agents. There were underlying scents of metal and blood.

Andrei was back in a panic. Where was he? How long was he out?

He sat up, ripping the cords from the monitor off his chest. The room looked empty, no doctors to speak of. No one guarding the doors.

Andrei ran, bare feet touching the cold cement that made the floor. He ran out the medical room and out into the hallway, where guards immediately caught sight of him.

“02!” They shouted. Had his whole life been reduced to a number now? There wasn’t much time to think. Fight or flight. He couldn’t fight these men. He was strong, but not trained. So he ran as fast as he could. He turned corridors, evaded and squeezed through people, who then joined the chase.

The concrete began to cut his feet after a while, causing him to slow down. He couldn’t hide now, not when his own blood gave him away. What a form of self sabotage.

He continued to run, until he was grabbed and pulled harshly to the ground. His head slammed against the concrete, chin slamming down first. There was a sick crack heard. His mouth filled with blood. His teeth had chipped. His bottom jaw felt like it had been crushed under a press. He let out a cry, warped and garbled by his own blood.

Small shards of bone poked at his skin from the inside. Some even pierced it. Broken off pieces of tooth sliced The inside of his mouth as he was held down. He writhed under the guards, screaming hoarsely, as if anyone could one to his rescue. He was helpless. He started to cry. He wept and screamed like a child, only garbled by the blood spilling out his mouth. This only served to pain him more; as his jaw could barely move. The last thing added to this pain was a sharp jab to the arm. A shot stuck out of his shoulder. Tranquilizer. A strong one. It started to work immediately. Pain mixed with exhaustion. He went down quick.

He woke up again in the medical room. His jaw still still ached, but the piercing pain was gone. His body was sore and fatigued. He reached up to feel his jaw, previously shattered. His fingers touched cold metal. He ran his fingers along metal, tracing the prosthetic. Feeling the fake gums and teeth. He was panicked once more, but too sore and pained to do anything. His fingers reached the intersection of metal and skin on his face. He dug his nails into the sutures, pulling at it.

A doctor ran over and stopped him, grabbing his wrist.

“You’ve injured your body enough.” The doctor reprimanded him, harshly. “We need you in good health.” He tsked. Andrei looked at him with teary eyes.

“Why?” He managed to say, his jaw barely working, and aching as he spoke.

“Testing.” The doctor responded. Andrei couldn’t be bothered to press further.

One thing he noticed in his mouth, were that his teeth were all fixed. No chips or cracks.

He propped himself up and got out the medical bed, taking notice of the doctor eyeing him like a hawk. He headed towards the door, stumbling with every step.

“Let me show you to your room.” The doctor said, taking Andrei’s arm and guiding him out the medical station.

He led him to a hallway with rows of cells, similar to a prison, but the doors were steel with one window. The doctor scanned his badge and keyed in a code to one of the doors and it unlocked with multiple clicks. He pulled the door open to reveal the room.

It was just like a prison room, with the exception of a bathroom and a shower. There was a desk in the room, a bed attached to the wall, no windows.

“Here is your room, 02.” The doctor spoke and pushed him inside. Andrei stood in the room. He turned around to ask a question, but the door had already closed and locked. He noticed a small hatch in the door, probably for food.

He didn’t know what time it was, what day it was, or even where he was. His mind drifted to thoughts of his parents. Where were they? Were they safe? Are they looking for him? He hoped not. They would be safer if they didn’t.

He sat on the mattress. It was cold. Stiff. Uncomfortable. He pulled the sheets back and laid there. He let his mind drift off, trying to find some comfort in his situation.

The next day, he woke up to a loud banging on the metal door. He jolted up, body still aching. The door unlocked. Two guards grabbed him, leading him to a large room. There was a chair, similar to the one you’d see at the dentist, in the middle of the room. A man was stood there, watching as Andrei was placed into the chair and strapped down tightly. One around his chest, his abdomen, his waist, about two straps on his arms and legs. He struggled against these restraints when a large piece of machinery came down on his head. A piece of rubber was inserted in his mouth. He couldn’t ask what was going on, he didn’t get the chance to.

A large light beamed down on him, the light warming him but also serving to make it almost impossible to see anything.

Another sharp jab to the shoulder. He couldn’t see what drug they just administered, but whatever it was made him feel a surge of energy. He felt stronger, more alert, almost euphoric.

That was replaced when a surge of heat rushed through his body. It spread all throughout. An electric shock to the brain.

It happened methodically, sharp searing pains went through his body with every shock to the brain. He could only wail and cry. It felt like his innards were on fire. It felt like his head was going to crack open and explode, but it didn’t.

They talked to him while surging electricity through his body. Conditioning him. One thing that stuck was a set of words. Family, cannon, snow, sunset, one, house, nine, vain, twenty two, ash. They ingrained themselves in his brain. When the shocks stopped, Andrei was given time to cool off. His eyes were shut tight, his breath was ragged.

Once he managed to calm down, he opened his eyes. Everything was blurred to obscurity. He could barely make out what anything was. Every object blended into another. He blinked a few more times, thinking it was a buildup of tears, but the blurriness stayed. He could see the shape of a person leaning over him. They waved their hand across his face. Andrei narrowed his eyes, trying to see.

The person tsked.

“He’s blind.” They said. “His eyes are clouded over.”

Andrei was stunned. Blind. He was blind. He started to cry again. First they take his life, now his eyes.

“What do we do with him?” Another voice spoke up, a masculine one. The first person responded.

“Keep him. He could be useful for other things.”

Andrei was taken out of his restraints. He stumbled around in the room, trying to find his way. Doctors watched as he bumped into walls and stopped in awkward places. He soon learned to keep his hands out when he walked.

Now it had been days. The only time he got a break was to eat and sleep. He had lost any hope of getting out, any will to try and escape. Needles and electricity is what powered him now. Due to his blindness he had become Hydra’s new favorite genetic testing subject, because they lost faith in any hope that he could function as a super soldier.

It was genetic testing hour. Andrei was sat in a chair with no restraints. They didn’t feel the need as Andrei had still seemed helpless to his condition.

The doctor was preparing his tools, humming an old tune. Andrei stared ahead, but he swore he could’ve almost pinpointed the doctor’s exact location in the room. In fact, he could’ve pinpointed everything in that room. It was almost as if he could see again.

The doctor got ready to give Andrei the injection, when Andrei gripped his wrist with force. The doctor smiled.

“Pale blue eyes.” The doctor said.

“What?” Andrei responded, confused.

“You’re like the man in the book, what was it, “Tell Tale heart”? The man with the vulture eyes. Evil eyes.” The doctor started to explain. Andrei frowned and got up. He heard when the doctor called in the guards.

They dragged him back to that familiar chair. He prepared himself to have electricity surged through his body again. To have those words repeated to him again.

And so they were, but this time it was different. It was like he was losing himself. He was compelled to listen to whoever was speaking these words to him. He felt like a puppet.

“Pale blue eyes, ready to comply.” He spoke when the electricity stopped. The scientists smiled, their experiment was a success.

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FILE FIRST CREATED IN 1948

SUBJECT: PALE BLUE EYES

SUBJECT LEGAL NAME: ANDREI CIOBANU

SUBJECT AGE [when first admitted]: 23

SUBJECT AGE [current]: 101

COUNTRY OF ORIGIN: GEORGIA

NATIONALITY: GEORGIAN , ICELANDIC

SEX: FEMALE [subject becomes hostile on being treated as feminine , she appears to act and portray herself as male]

HEIGHT: 177.8 cm

WEIGHT: 72.5 kg

APPERANCE: blonde hair , light blue eyes , tan skin [on the lighter side] , light facial hair , mesomorph

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Icelandic , Georgian , Russian , English , German

CODE WORDS: FAMILY , CANNON , SNOW , SUNSET , ONE , HOUSE , NINE , VAIN , TWENTY TWO , ASH

TESTING EFFECTS:

- BLINDNESS

- subject lost majority of her ability to see due to shock administration frying the visual cortex and optic nerves

- subject views things as blurred and amorphous

- ENHANCED SENSES

- genetic testing resulted in the subject having superior senses than that of a normal person

- subject uses sound and touch to discern things , mainly using vibrations and echolocation

FAMILY HISTORY: [redacted]

MEMEORY BANK: [OPEN FILE]

Low key planning on making multiple like fics about this OC??? Cause I love him. Welcome to lore town idfk

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