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a character in “Supernatural: Gods Among Us”, as played by Vix

So begins...

Castiel's Story

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Character Portrait: Azeneth Quibilah Character Portrait: Sam Winchester Character Portrait: Armonía Torres Character Portrait: Castiel Character Portrait: Dean Winchester
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At this point, Sam glanced over with a confused look on his face, holding his hands out as if to gather attention while he got his two cents in. “His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?” Why would Lucifer, King of Hell and Creator of Demons need a vessel? Zachariah gave Sam a Duh look as he held out his own hands with his usual smirk. “He is an Angel. Them's the rules. And when he touches down, we're talking Four Horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies – the greatest hits. You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help. Zachariah had stepped towards the elder brother, making him angrier with each passing second. “You listen to me, you two-faced douche: After what you did, I don't want jack shit from you!” Dean raised his voice, his fist uncurling slowly as he stepped backwards. Zachariah wasn't in the mood to put up with the broad-shouldered hunter's diva fit and took an angry step towards him, raising a finger at him threateningly. “You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us?” He gave a soft and condescending laugh as he moved closer. “Like Lucifer did?” There was silence as everyone looked between Dean and Zachariah before Zachariah's gaze fell and he noticed the blood dripping from Dean's hand to the carpet. His face flashed genuine concern as he pointed towards the bleeding hand and nodded his head. “Dean. You're bleeding.” Dean gave a light nod and a smirk with a shrug. “Oh, yeah – A little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up.” Before anyone could do anything, Dean pushed back the curtain over the sliding door to reveal an Angel Banishing sigil drawn in blood on the glass door, his bloody hand slamming against it. “No!!” Zachariah cried out as Sam and Chuck flinched, but he and the God Squad were gone in a bright flash of light, Dean standing and breathing heavily before wiping blood against his denim pants.

“Learned that from my friend Cass, you son of a bitch.”


“Hey.” Sam closed the door to the motel room and pulled something out of his jacket pocket, tossing it over to Dean. His brother caught it and examined it closely before looking at Sam, waiting for an explanation. “Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter.”

“Where'd you get 'em?”

“I made them.”


Sam hesitated long enough for Dean to glance up from the hex bag to his brother, again waiting for an explanation. “I... I learned it from Ruby.” Dean gave a nod and set down his gun and the hex bag before approaching Sam, invading his brother's personal space. “Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?” Sam shook his head and held his hands up. “I- it's weird. Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up.”

“Supernatural methadone.”

“Yeah, I guess.... Dean –”

“Sam... It's okay. You don't have to say anything.”

“Well. That's good. Because what can I even say? I'm sorry? I screwed up? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right – ”

“So why do you keep bringing it up?! … Look, all I'm saying is, why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it. All right. So, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?”

“We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is.”

“All right. So we just got to find...the devil.”

As the two agreed, there was a knock at the door. Dean pulled his gun out and moved as Sam opened the door to reveal a short young woman who looked as though she were about to pass out at any given second, breathing heavily through her mouth.

“Uh, you okay, lady?”

“ it really you?” Sam didn't answer the woman, instead looking back at Dean for help. As he did, the woman stepped closer and placed a hand against his chest, whispering in a creepy way that reminded them both of their first meeting Armonía minus the sexual harassment. “And you're so firm...Just like I knew you'd be.”

“Excuse me, do I know you?” He and Dean both looked at her in bewilderment as she pulled her hand back and gave a smile so big that they thought her face might start to crack. “No, but I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're -”, she paused to peek around at Dean, disappoinment washing over her face. “-not exactly what I pictured, Dean. I'm Becky.”

And from there, it went. Becky had arrived with a message from Chuck for the brothers. He had a vision of the location of the Michael Sword, lifting the boys' hopes just a little even though they had no damn idea where to find it. Funny thing about prophets was that they didn't always make sense. Sam was all too eager to send Becky away, as the girl was unable stop staring at him, breathing on him, and touching him. His mind kept wandering back to two women while she was there: Azeneth and Armonía. Dean had been thinking about them as well, but Dean was moreso thinking about banging them if they weren't so creepy. Sam kept wondering whether or not Azeneth was a threat to them and why her mother would send her over now of all times. Armonía... He just couldn't get over her eyes. She was beautiful and intriguing. By the time Becky had left, Bobby had arrived to help them out, bringing the Impala with him. Dean was relieved to be reunited with his baby and Sam was wondering whether or not he was about to start making love to the vehicle. Sam had left, Bobby having told him that once it was all over, he never wanted to see the younger Winchester again. Bobby then proceeded to help Dean while assuring him that their father had been right – If they couldn't save Sam, they'd have to kill him. Before the older man could push the conversation further, Dean announced that he had found the location of the Michael Sword.

Bobby attacked.

It was revealed soon enough that it wasn't Bobby, but a demon who had possessed him in order to find out what the Winchesters were up to and see what they could do to keep the brothers and the angels out of their father's way. Meg, a demon from their past, came along with her own demon muscle and a fight ensued that soon proved to cost Bobby his ability to walk again in an attempt to save Dean, having mustered the strength to take his mind back from the demon long enough to stab himself with Ruby's knife. The boys had to drop him off at the ER once the demons were all gone, reluctant to leave him alone. But the demons knew where the Michael Sword was and they had to beat them there. But when they arrived at their father's old storage lock-up, all they found were dead demons and that son of a bitch, Zachariah. With his little God Squad again. Zachariah informed them that they had planted the vision in Chuck's head to get the boys where they wanted them in order to explain what Zach had tried to explain before Dean so rudely banished them. Dean was the Michael Sword. The chosen one. The vessel. Michael's vessel. When Dean refused, Zachariah simply broke Sam's legs without breaking a sweat, a simple flex of his thumb. They offered to heal Sam and Bobby if Dean would say yes. At his brother's prompting and knowing that Bobby would agree, he declined once more. So they gave him stage four stomach cancer. The boys were really taking a beating as Zachariah removed Sam's lungs, threatening to continue until Dean accepted Michael as his vessel.

Their saviour arrived in the form of their favorite angel, Castiel. The rogue angel killed the two backup angels, Zachariah clearly surprised that Castiel was still around. He had been smote. By an archangel. Castiel assured the older angel that it was not another angel who had brought him back, implying that God was still around. He threatened to bring in holy backup that Zachariah couldn't handle if he didn't make the boys whole and leave. The angel complied before vanishing. In order to help the boys, Castiel managed to work some angel magic and carve an Enochian sigil into their rib bones before disappearing, not explaining how he was alive after Chuck watched him explode. The brothers rush back to the hospital where Bobby's chased out the doctor before promising Sam that the demon had him when he said those hurtful things, assuring him that he would never cut the boy out of his life. He was like a son to Bobby. They both were.

Back to the girls – Their own hunting expeditions went very well and they had found themselves forming an unlikely friendship as they traveled across the states. They soon arrived in River Pass where they met up with Rufus, an eldery African-American man. He was in town investigating omens and the girls decided to stay a while and help before they ended up getting separated from him, ending up with a group in the church after it seemed like everyone in town had gotten black eyes, and not the type from getting hit in the face with a brick. Armonía immediately went into lockdown mode and began to take in those that passed the salt and holy water test while doing frequent supply runs. She supplied everyone with knowledge, guns, holy water, and salt while they tried to figure out what was going on. It didn't take long before Ellen and Jo showed up, but only Ellen made it to the church with them. Of course, the Winchesters weren't far behind...

Dean and Sam got out of the Impala and looked around at the seemingly deserted town, dead bodies littering parts of the sidewalk and cars parked wildly. It was a mess. The two exchanged glances before arming themselves and taking off up the street, checking inside and under cars that they passed until the sound of a shotgun being cocked caught their attention. They turned around slowly to come face-to-face with Ellen Harvelle, immediately being splashed in the face with holy water. Upon seeing that they weren't burning from it, she wrapped the two in a tight hug and began to fill them in while taking off at a brisk pace towards the church. “Pretty much the whole damn town minus the dead people and everyone in the church are possessed by demons. Rufus called. Said he was in town investigating omens. All of a sudden, the whole town was possessed. Me and Jo were nearby and we got there as soon as we could. When we did... Well. It was how you see it now. Couldn't find Rufus and then me and Jo got separated and I made it to the church. I was looking out when I found you boys.”

Dean gave a nod as he listened, immediately empathizing for Ellen's missing daughter and suddenly curious as they stood at the church doors, glancing at Ellen and then to the Devil's Trap drawn over the door and the line of salt that outlined the whole building. “So – Who turned this place into a shelter if it wasn't Jo, Rufus, or you?” Ellen didn't say anything as the doors swung open and there stood Armonía. Dean immediately took on a frown and looked at Ellen with a glare before walking in past Armonía. “Well, hello to you too, Sunshine.” She gave a soft laugh before welcoming Ellen back with a hug and turning to Sam. “Fancy running into you boys again.”

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Armonía nodded as she threw some beef jerky into the buggy and listened to Sam. She couldn't entirely blame the brothers. She couldn't say that she wasn't aware of his past – Carver Edlund had done a good job of turning them into celebrities. She was so sorry for them if they knew about the Wincest forums. Just in case, she wasn't going to bring it up. She turned her gaze towards Sam and gave a shrug, pushing a few stray hairs out of her face. “I'm like you and Dean: Raised by Hunters. But... My mother was a Witch. My parents taught me that different is not tantamount to evil. Honestly, most of the Hunters I come across... Protecting people is the second thing on their mind when they hunt. Most of them are just out to satiate their revenge.”

She reached in front of him to grab candy from the shelf, remembering that some of the kids were craving some and a couple of the people there were diabetics. “My parents taught me that being a Hunter isn't just about going out and shooting everything that's not human. It's about protecting everyone. I mean – Not all Vampires are misunderstood like Bill Compton, but some of them are as vegetarian as it gets. It's just... Hard to explain.”

It really was hard for her to really explain. She sighed and popped a stick of gum in her mouth before shoving the pack into her pocket. It was then that she finally paused long enough to close her eyes and...feel. She felt a wave of fear run over her that made her shudder. She pulled her finger to her lips to indicate to Sam to be quiet. They had already been speaking in hushed tones, but right now they needed to be silent. With him right behind her, she crept down the aisle and around the corner before pointing out a middle-aged man coming out of a bathroom, pulling his pants up with the faint sound of flushing behind him.

“When's the last time you met a demon that had to take a piss?”
Trick question – When Demons and Angels possessed people, they didn't eat, sleep, drink, or go to the bathroom. They didn't have a need to. Yet this man had just went to the bathroom, returning with black eyes. She watched further to see him pull some Cheese Nips from a nearby shelf, chowing down on them messily. “Demons don't eat.”, she stated plainly as she stepped out from the aisle and approached the man. “Sir, are you alright?”

The man glanced up and immediately froze with fear. “Am I alright? The entire town has gone crazy, out on the streets screaming and killing each other!” He was hysterical before he actually saw Nía's eyes. “Why... Why are your eyes black? Why does everyone have black eyes?!!” This cause Armonía to look at Sam, confusion flashing across her face before she looked back to the man and spoke in soft, soothing tones that visibly relaxed him as he allowed her to get closer. “My name is Armonía and I don't know what's going on. That's what we're trying to find out. I'm here with my friends Sam and Azeneth and Dean. I think that there's a Demon... Or something. It's here and making people hallucinate into believing everyone else is a Demon so they'll kill each other. I need you to stay here. Take food and drink, hide in the bathroom and line the bathroom with salt against each wall. Just trust me, okay?”

She placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled as he nodded, slowly doing as she said. She looked up to Sam and gave her usual, bashfully adorable smile. “Hunting isn't just about executing. It's about judging. You've got to investigate more than just one side of the story.”


An hour later...


Sam and Armonía had found themselves stuck between a rock and a hard place, tied to chairs and placed within Devil's Traps. Jo, Rufus, and some other Hunter had come across them after they scouted out a house that had been giving off smoke from the chimney. After knocking them out, they began trying to exorcise them while drowning them in salt and holy water in between beating the shit out of them. Their pleas fell on deaf ears as they begged them to listen. That they were making a huge mistake. But they just looked confused and assumed they were some other kind of monster and resumed beating them. When they finally took a break when they couldn't get the information they wanted to hear, Armonía was slumped over in her chair, giving labored breaths.

Something was off here and she couldn't use her powers. Not with how weak she already was with night falling. She always did feel a bit...less whenever night came around. Not to mention that the Hunters would definitely drive a knife through her as soon as she exhibited any sign of being more than human. For now, she just coughed up some blood and let her chin press against her chest, closing her eyes.


Back with Dean and the others, he had left Azeneth at the grocery store and had the teen help him take the supplies back to the church where he conferred with Ellen about how weird everything was. With the help of the Priest, he was able to figure out that War was in town. That meant that the other three Horsemen were on earth as well. Azeneth had trailed Sam and Armonía, making it in time to see them get captured. Rather than heading in with guns blazing against something that she didn't know anything about, the young woman booked it back to Dean. But she found more than just him. Cas was there – In the same Duster as usual.

Cas's hazel eyes fell on Azeneth. Was this the one that Dean had spoken of? “She's not a Demon, Dean. But she is a demigoddess.” His voice was matter-of-factly as usual before he turned back to Dean. “The Four Horsemen draw their power from their rings. Get the rings from their fingers and they have no power.” Dean nodded before looking back at Azeneth, still understandably pissed off that she used her powers on him. “Right – First we find Sammy, then we find War, then we cut his fucking finger from his hand.” Cass nodded, knowing that it was bothering Dean that Sam hadn't shown up yet. It had been an hour and there was no word from his brother...


Armonía looked up as the door opened, Roger walking in and closing it behind him. “Wh-Who are you...? What are you?”, she managed to sputter out, her mouth dry from the last dose of salt shoved down her throat. The man took off his glasses and laughed, moving close to Armonía's face. “Oh, no. My beautiful little treat. The question is: What are you? He gave a smile as he cupped her face in his hands and turned her head from side to side as if inspecting her before she spit blood in his face. He gave a laugh before turning to Sam, wiping the blood from his face. “Fiesty. I like it. Nice new girlfriend, Sammy. Oh, yeah. I know who you are. Thanks for letting me out, by the way. I've got some demons 'round here somewhere. But you can't slurp them down. Sorry for tricking you with the others.” He teased Sam about his addiction, causing Armonía to look over at him curiously through swollen eyes.

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As Azenth entered the room where Dean was, her eyes fell onto a new person. She was silent for a moment, listening to their exchange. However, she couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him. He..intrigued her. He somehow knew exactly what she was..but..she had no idea about him. The only thing that she knew was that he was not Human. Her pale gaze remained on him for some time before turning to Dean as he spoke. “Right – First we find Sammy, then we find War, then we cut his fucking finger from his hand.” Azeneth frowned slightly. "Do not forget about Armonía. She is still missing as well." With that, Azeneth moved a bit closer to the two men. "Do you have a plan? Other than getting these rings that you spoke of?" she asked, eyeing them closely.

She wanted to get going. The longer that Sam and Armonía were away from them, the more likely it was that something bad was going to happen to them. She'd never dealt with anything like this and she honestly had no idea what they could do to help their friends. Azeneth found her gaze slowly finding its way back to the man that she did not know. He was rather strange and that made her want to know him better. However, that was just not something that could happen. No good would ever come out of that. She was doing rather good letting Armonía so close to her. It was just something that she wasn't used to. "Don't you dare ask me to stay here, Dean. I'm going. One way or another." Her eyes flicked back to Dean, glaring at him.

Sam heard someone enter the room that they were in. “Wh-Who are you...? What are you?” Sam remained silent, listening to what the man, Roger, was saying to them. He glared at the being. Who the hell are you?" he asked. "You're obviously not Roger." The 'man' pulled his glasses off and took a few steps away from the pair. You caught me. Popped in to watch. I can hustle like that." Sam narrowed his eyes slightly. "So, the Roger everyone around here knows, the real Roger?" The being answered quickly. "Buried in a ditch." 'Roger' closed the door and then moved a chair close to the pair and sat down.

"So who are you?" Sam asked.

"Here's a hint. I was in Germany. Then in Germany. Then in the Middle East. I was in Darfur when my beeper went off. I'm waiting to hook up with my siblings. I've got three. We're going to have so much fun together." Sam nodded, suddenly realizing exactly who they were dealing with. The spoke for a bit longer before War brought up his addiction..again. "You haven't told her..have you. She has no idea that you can't stop thinking about it, ever since you saw it dripping off the blade of that knife." Sam began breathing heavily. "You're wrong."

"Save your protests for your brother. I can see inside your head. And man, it is one-track city in there. Blood, blood, blood. Lust for power. Same as always. You want to be strong again. But not just strong. Stronger than everybody. Good intentions—quick slide to hell, buddy boy. You feel bad now? Wait till you're thigh deep in warm corpses. Because, my friend, I'm just getting started."

War stood and then placed his glasses back onto his face. "Showtime for the meatsuits. Watch this." War twisted his ring and suddenly blood was flowing down his forehead. He then kicked over the chair that he'd been sitting in and fell to the floor, screaming. Rufus and Jo are suddenly in the room, looking around wildly. War looks up at them. "They did this!" he said, pointing towards both Sam and Armonía. Sam quickly looked to Rufus and Jo. "No!"

"They said they're coming! They said they're coming to get us!"[/color]

"No, stop! Jo, Rufus, he's lying! No!"

Rufus spoke, eyeing Sam as if he was the lowest person in the world. [b]"You shut your mouth!"

"Please! Jo! He's lying!" Suddenly, without warning, Rufus backhanded him. Sam fell silent, feeling the sting of the hit.