The alley was still cold as minutes passed between Zielon and I, his almost orange eyes pouring into my soul. I knew I would have to stay on my toes for this, not let him in, show him the side that only business people know. Searching for the right words I should, trying not to let my utter disgust show. Gazing towards the sky I could see the moon was slowly setting, a sign I should return to my motel room.
"I need to head off," I claimed," you can go back to wherever you poofed from and we'll reunite tomorrow. Deal?"
He let out a small laugh, glancing down to the ground. "If only it was that."
"What do you mean? What did he say to you? I don't need protection." I declared, tapping my gun and knife.
Again he chuckled, this time he stepped towards me, instinctively I had the knife out aimed at his heart-
"Tsk tsk babe don't try any of that, we haven't even had dinner yet." He let go of my wrist, whipping it a bit too close the material of my jeans.
"Try me Hellbounder, I'm not here for games or riddles. You're either going to help me or die fighting." I cursed, turning away to the open street out towards my car.
"As it would be much of an honour to be slaughtered by you, I have a promise to uphold." He chirped, looking down at me, already by my side.
"Promise? Are you going to have your soul saved and then you'll go back to the way it was before?" I mocked, watching as a black car zoomed past.
"No my little sparkle. I help you, Crowley gets his pay, I get your soul when Cas blows those pretty violet eyes out." He sassed, lining up to the passenger door.
"Oh no your not, you can walk asshole." I grunted, putting myself in the car and locking the doors.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and stalked away. I yawned before starting the engine and looking behind to carefully reverse. The radio soon piped up, filling my '65 Mustang with Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, singing along as I glided to my motel. Catching the sight of Zielon in front of my door made me think that he would have zapped there, not caring if I just completely ditched even though he would find me pretty easily. Shutting off my car and getting my backpack from the passenger seat; I hopped out shaking my head lightly at his casual stance.
"I feel like we'll be best buddies in our time together." He commented.
"Don't hold your breath there smartass." I mimicked his tone.
Unlocking the door, he barged past me and straight to the fridge, scrounging through the contents. Finding nothing that interested him, closed the door and flopped onto the bed next to mine. I dumped my bag on the small dining room table and sat at the end of my bed to remove my shoes. A small huff came from his pink lips as he studied the ceiling. Rolling my eyes at his impatience, I stood, shaking off my jacket and throwing it over a chair beside the couch.
"So this is what you hunters deal with before you can retire?" He guessed, gesturing to the falling wallpaper and small television in the corner.
"I'd rather live in this for the rest of my life then some five-star estate." I answered, not caring for the bitterness in my tone as I spoke.
"Whatever you seem to wish Venator is not what you want." He sighed, rolling over to face me. His hair slightly messy from the pillow underneath.
"I don't know what you think your talking about but I'm serious." I shot the words at him like a bullet, hoping to do damage.
"Echo, I can see your thoughts, read your expression as you say that." He uttered.
"I don't understand," I said, puzzled, "that is what I want."
"It isn't. You want to settle down, find someone, get married, have a kid or two. But you want to live a normal live before you die," He mused, "it's something you know may never happen but you know you want it. Though I'm still going to have your soul whether you like the idea or not."
A cold spill filled my body, wondering why his words seemed so clear in my clouded thoughts. I went over his words. Find someone, who? Get married, why? Have a kid or two, will they be hunters as well? Something seemed to scratch deeply into my hand as I realised I had dug my nails hard. For a demon he seemed not so rude and overpowered but light and velvety.
"What did Crowley mean by if I didn't have you I couldn't find the bunker?" I purred, turning towards him, a hand on my hip.
"Well, it's true. Yes?" He smiled, turling his fingers into the sheets.
"Of course not. I've looked after myself for decades, I don't need anyone but myself." I scoffed.
"You're not afraid that you'll die?" He hummed, staring into my eyes again.
"Not at all. It's all part of the job. Yeah it's overwhelming sometimes but if that's what happens then that's that. Even if that means going to Hell," I remarked, "and you can have my soul. Whatever you want to do with your creepy demon crap."
Then he truly laughed, not menacing but sweet. Something like a lullaby you'd sing to a scared child or a last prayer before a death. I looked blankly at him, his wide smile gave a warm feeling to the cold room. Nothing like this is any of what I would have expected from a Hellbounder, let alone a demon. I admit it was beautiful but almost too. Remembering he was an evil and gross creature, I looked away.
"Don't baby me. I'm pretty sure you're younger than me." I snarled, breaking his laughter into pieces.
"Rest, you'll need it," He ordered, cutting through the tension like a sword, "oh and I'm 127 years old. My vessels just young."
I let out a small chuckle as I nuzzled into the covers, smelling the old detergent and musty odor. His light footsteps wandered around the apartment and moved a few things around before my hearing cut out and I was asleep.
***
As the shadows of the trees flushed over the top of me, I ran faster than I have ever before. His voice yelling inside my head, the same message over and over again with no breaks. It wasn't a language I ever learned but somehow I could understand it. It only got louder the further I hoped I was away from it. Hot breath was on my neck, but as soon as I looked behind, it wasn't breath but wings. Wings of angels, faces angry and weapons bared. Chanting one word against the phrase of the one inside my head.
"Nephilim. Nephilim. Nephilim. Nephilim." They screamed in high frequency.
"Vos autem electi. Vos autem electi. Vos autem electi." Chanted the voice inside my head, growing in volume to cover the outside voices.
I stopped running, the angels landing, surrounding me inside a circle. They parted down the middle, a person entered shorter and normal looking. The weapons disappeared from the beings hands, all heads focused on me. I tried to speak, nothing coming out, only the sound of chirping birds.
"Vos autem electi. You are the chosen one." The silhouette boomed.
Everything returned to darkness.
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Nephilim ; supernatural (au)
FanfictionYou know the story of Sam and Dean Winchester, Sam is the chosen of Hell with his demon blood. Doesn't that mean there can be a chosen from Heaven?
