Defying Gravity (Book One: Supernatural fanfic)

The French Mistake

I teleported to Bobby's house, seeing Sam and Dean in the library. "Hello, boys." Dean stood in confusion. I walked past them to stand at the desk. "You've seen 'The Godfather', right?"

"Octavia," Dean told me.

"I just saw it not that long ago thanks to a soulless friend," I told them. Sam raised his eyebrows, looking up as if he was trying to remember. Dean looked surprised. "It made me truly appreciate the storytelling of this world, which is why I'm picking it up more and more. And you know the end where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop?"

I put a bowl down on the desk, picking up a box of salt.

"Hey," Dean told me.

I looked at the box. "'Dead sea brine'. Good." I poured the salt into the bowl on the desk. "You know, Moe Greene gets it in the eye, and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door?"

"Since when do you know so much about movies?" Sam asked.

"I have you to thank for that," I told him.

"I said, 'hey'," Dean told me.

I looked at Dean. "You did. Twice. Good for you." I smiled, patting Dean on the shoulder, looking around. "Blood of lamb. Blood of lamb." I teleported into the kitchen, looking through Bobby's fridge contents. "Beer, cold pizza." Sam and Dean turned to face me in confusion. I pulled out a jar of blood. "Blood of lamb."

"Why are you talking about 'The Godfather'?" Sam asked.

I teleported past them to the desk again. "Because we're in it." Sam and Dean turned to face me. "Right now, tonight. And in the role of Michael Corleone? The Archangel Raphael."

I poured the blood of lamb into the bowl of salt.

"You mind telling us what you mean?" Dean asked.

I sighed, putting the jar down, looking around. "No, no, no, no." I pulled out one of Bobby's desk drawers, emptying the contents onto the chair, finding what I was looking for, holding up a baggie with a bone inside. "Yes. Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely. Bobby Singer does keep a beautiful pantry."

"Wait," Dean told me. "Raphael is after you?"

"Raphael is after us all," I told them, crushing the bone I had into small pieces, letting it fall into the bowl of salt and blood of lamb. "You see, he's consolidated his strength. And now he's on the move."

"And where's Cas?" Sam asked.

I walked past them toward the window, mixing the ingredients in the bowl. "He is deep, deep underground." Sam and Dean turned to face me. "So, good old Raphael put out a hit list on every last Samaritan who helped our dead Cas. Including all three of us. See, he wants to draw Cas out in the open." I dipped my fingers into the contents in the bowl, drawing a sigil onto the window. "Apologies ahead of time, but you'll get an explanation soon."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked.

Lightning flashed from outside.

The electricity flickered and crackled.

I turned to face Sam and Dean. "That's all the time we have, gentlemen." I opened my jacket to reveal a slashed cut into my side where the shirt was bloodstained, reaching into my pocket. "Where is it?"

"Whoa," Sam told me. "What happened there?"

I pulled out a key chain from my pocket, looking up. "Oh. Garish, I know. Raphael sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I'm flattered, actually. And down a lung at the moment, but that's all right." I handed the key chain with a single key to Sam. "Oh, here's for you."

"What am I supposed to do with this?" Sam asked.

"Run with it," I answered. I was thrown backward into the hall, falling to the floor, groaning in pain. An Angel had appeared, stalking toward Sam and Dean. I stood, looking at the Angel. "Virgil." I looked at Sam and Dean. "I said, run!"

I used magic to throw them through the window that was marked with the blood sigil, making them shatter through it into an alternate universe so I could fight Virgil alone. Both of us were already wounded from our fight earlier, leaving us to flee from the fight before we killed the other.

*

Raphael, in a woman's vessel, pulled Sam and Dean back into the real world the next night.

Sam and Dean fell to the ground outside of the motel, landing on the glass of the broken window.

"You two... have the strangest luck," Raphael told them.

Sam and Dean stood.

"Raphael?" Dean asked. Raphael smirked. "Nice meatsuit." Dean looked at Sam. "Dude looks like a lady."

Raphael closed her fist, causing them pain, making them fall to the pavement. "The key."

Raphael knelt to the ground, picking up the key, standing.

Balthazar stepped closer. "And that will open you a locker at the Albany bus station."

Raphael turned to face Balthazar skeptically. "Really?"

Sam and Dean stood.

"You see, I told our dear Octavia to get a modest decoy to make it more convincing," Balthazar told them.

"Give me the weapons," Raphael told him.

"Sorry, darling," Balthazar told him. "They're gone."

"What?" Raphael demanded.

"I said, too bloody late," Balthazar told him. "You see, they were so well-hidden that we needed time to find them. So, we volunteered these two marmosets for a game of fetch with Virgil." He looked at Sam and Dean. "You two were such an adequate stick. Thank you. Thank you, really."

"You've made your last mistake," Raphael told him.

"Oh, I've got a few more up my sleeve, honey," Balthazar told him.

Raphael stepped toward Balthazar threateningly, stopping when he saw Castiel and me.

"Step away from him, Raphael," Castiel told him. "We have the weapons now. Their power is with us."

I showed my wings against the building behind me as shadows, lightning flashing in the sky above us, thunder cracking.

Raphael stopped. "Castiel. Octavia."

"If you don't want to die tonight, back off," I told him.

Raphael disappeared, leaving.

Balthazar looked at Castiel and me. "Well..." He stepped closer, smirking. "Now that you have your sword, try not to die by it."

Balthazar disappeared, leaving.

Castiel and I walked toward Sam and Dean.

"Guys, what the hell?" Sam asked. We brought them back to Bobby's house, in the library. The window was still broken. The storm was still outside. "Wait. Wait, you used us as a diversion?"

"It was Balthazar's plan," I told them.

"Yeah, and you two went through it," Dean told me. "That's not comforting, Ava."

Castiel turned to face us. "When will we be able to make you understand? If we lose against Raphael, we all lose. Everything."

"Yeah, Cas," Dean told him. "We know the stakes. That's about all you've told us."

"I'm sorry about all this," I told them. "We'll explain when we can."

Castiel and I disappeared, leaving.