Firsts

♡◇ Heathens

Sup fellow weirdos! Welcome back to *lowers glasses* another oneshot.

I plan on making this one into a full fanfic someday, maybe after I actually decide to finish one. I literally haven't completed one. Well, I guess there was one but I HAD to stop it so it was more discontinued.

Anyway, I'm getting off subject. This is, of course, based on Heathens by Twenty One Pilots. This is just a sneak peak into the story line, so be prepared to not see much more than a basic set up.

My explanation aside, allow me to welcome you to Crossroads.

***C***

I hated this place. I didn't belong here. Gabe and I shouldn't be trapped here, locked in these cells, abandoned by Heaven. We were the good ones - some of the only ones that haven't given in to their urges.

Resisting mine was not easy, but I did it. Gabe and I used each other to keep from letting go, to keep each other grounded to ourselves.

My brother was worse off than I was. He paced his cell, snapping his fingers as though he still had any grace left, muttering things beneath his breath. I could see the blaze in his eyes as a war raged in the depths of his mind.

His fight was giving out quickly. If I didn't do anything soon, he would vanish and I'd be left alone with the monster.

"We need to get out," I voiced lowly, picking at the ends of my black shirt.

Gabe paused in his excessive pacing to give me a wide eyed stare. "Get out?" He spoke like the phrase was something knew, as though the words had just appeared into the universe and had yet to hold meaning. They were alien.

I nodded. "You're starting to give in," I muttered, shaking my head. "We have left our duties, as well."

Ah, yes. The Winchesters were still on Earth. I remembered seeing the look on Dean's face as I disappeared, neither of us knowing that I would be headed for my own destruction by leaving. That was a year ago.

For over those hundreds of days, Gabe and I had been tortured, enslaved, forced to do the bidding of those gone rogue. They wanted us to give in. They wanted us to feel the malicious pleasure that coursed through their veins, burning out their grace little by little and causing their wings to rot.

How had Heaven become this? We'd become the new Hell, the angels that were once kind and generous melting away into vicious fiends with a ferocious bloodlust.

"They could be dead by now," Gabe murmured, looking to the cold, rock floor.

I tilted my head and tsked. "I feel them. Their souls are as bright as ever."

My brother bit his lip, closing his eyes. He was forcing his memories down, something I did enough times to be able to recognize the same actions in others.

"How are we supposed to escape?" Gabe inquired. His words held little emotion, the only inflections were pained and sad, whispered like deadly secrets.

The cell we were in was on the edge of Heaven. It was dark, gloomy, the walls dismal and bleak in acidic patterns of gray. The floor was rock of the same tone, as was the ceiling. A single wall was barred tightly, allowing for minimal movement beyond them. So far they couldn't find a way out, with there being no standard food passageway or doors to slip through. Grace did a minimum amount.

"I'm not sure yet," Cas replied.

***G***

I looked at my brother who waa seated on the floor, nimble legs crossed calmly. I suppose it was a tactic that helped him control the beast.

Getting out was going to be next to impossible. I clasped onto one of the bars, careful to apply pressure on the parts of my hands that weren't bloody and bruised. Mustering up all of my strength, I pulled the bar, willing the frigid metal to bend.

Ever so slightly was it moved from its place in the stone. I smiled to myself. This was the first time in a year I'd been able to do anything to this cage.

Cassie came up beside me and offered his hand. "Take it," he ordered gently, his eyelids folding closed solidly.

I hesitated, knowing that he wasn't talking about his hand. "That's extremely dangerous. I could kill you."

Cas shook his head. "You won't," he assured, his electric eyes meeting my own. They shone with love and sincerity.

My breath released in shattered pieces. "Okay," I agreed finally, my smaller hand grasping onto his larger one.

Immediately his grace surged with mine and he gasped, what I assumed was pain racking his body. Yet, he remained steadfast, holding his fingers with mine ever more so. His face was solemn, attempting to hide what was going on somewhere below.

I tugged with what I had on the bar again, determination making my teeth grit and my eyes narrow into whiskey slits. My arm flexed as much as it could, the bar began to bend slowly, steadily.

Cas was still convulsing when I pried the bar enough to allow us through. Quickly I stopped the drain, moving to catch him as he stumbled backwards. He waved off my assistance, stuttering that he was fine.

"We need to go," he said, and I started to pull him along, not trusting that he was stable enough to completely walk by himself. "Micheal should be coming by any minute."

I slid through the hole in the bars, speading along with my little brother on my heels. We darted away from the cell, our feet carrying us to the edge as fast as either of us could endure. Suddenly we were on the last of Heaven, Earth below us in colorful clarity.

Cassie gave me a nod. "If I don't survive this, I love you very much brother," he declared. He then stepped off of the edge, leaving me to watch his dark figure fade.

"I love you, too."

This was it. The last time I would be here in this Hell. Behind me were the footsteps I knew were one of them and I walked off of the barrier, afraid to know what came next.

I wasn't going to be a monster. I was an archangel, and I would never be like them. I wasn't going to give in. I was going to save myself and Cassie, along with any other angels that were resisting.

I was not going to be a Heathen.

So? Man, I'm excited for when I get to write this as a full length fic! Sabriel, Destiel, an awesome OC with a punk obsession, some old cars, drama, heated romance, Heathens, angels, demons, a dark past, and one hell of a plot line.

I'm dying just thinking about it!