World Away ➳Book 1 | TW&SPN

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okay, at this point in time when I'm altering some old chapters written - 7th June 2017 - I'M PLANNING ON DOING A SECOND BOOK FOR THIS STORY!!! as you can now tell by the title and story description
also, you can laugh at the chapter image as much as you want, it's terrible, I know ;))))

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Eventually, Stiles told the Winchesters of their life events since Scott accepting that gruesome bite and curse - from the beginning of the initial Alpha business of Peter Hale, to the latest Dread Doctors. But as he talked about Kira and her katana-wielding badass side, a cold shiver ran threw Sam's spin, as someone had stepped on his grave.

"So, what are you?" Sam interrogated Stiles further.

"Oh, well, for a little while I was possessed by an evil Spirit; it was very evil," he slid his hand over the back of his neck, to feel the beating sweat laced over it. He quickly brought his arm back down and wiped it against his hoodie.

"And what are you now?" Dean jumped in.

"Better? I dunno, human again, I guess."

"God, that sounds nearly as terrifying as our life," Dean had joined his brother and lent against the arm chair Sam was resting on. He nudged his elder brother and gave him a disapproving glance, but Dean only shrugged it off.

"Yeah right," Stiles exclaimed.

Dean jabbed his elbow into his brother, and flicked his head towards their new acquaintances for him to speak. Sam ferociously shook his head, but something snapped as he eventually gave in. He slightly chuckled and grinned as he said, "try being possessed by the devil." Sam turned to Dean and rolled his murky eyes.

"You guys get funnier by the minute," Stiles quickly hounded the brothers with his familiar sarcasm, and flopped onto the sofa with Liam irritated.

"Can we stop trying to compare our lives to each other, and who's worse off or better, because none of this is helping Liam or stopping the killer!" Brett had snapped too. Panting rugged breaths, his claws slowly extended out of his fingers, but rapidly hid them into fists. Dean promptly reached for his gun again and pointed it at his chest, and only caused for Brett to growl more viciously.

Both sides were restrained as Sam yanked his brothers arm back, and Scott pulled on the Beta's shoulders and flashed his ruby speckled eyes. He had converted back to human form, but the anger did not cease to exist from his face. "Keep your pet under control would ya," Dean remarked.

"Dean, can you chill down a bit," Sam quietened him, "they're not going to hurt anyone."

"I will," Dean whined. "When they can control themselves." He turned and began walking in the direction of the window. "Bitch," He said like he was back-chatting his mother.

"Jerk," replied Sam. Confused teens looked at them, "never mind," he said again.

"I already have," Liam uttered. He clenched his jaw once again, "So just kill me before it happens again."

"No one is killing anyone," the Alpha tried reassuring Liam, but he blocked it out with the guilt eating him alive. "As you two are the ones claiming to know the 'low-down' on the supernatural, do you have any idea what's going on with him?" He gazed hard at Sam and Dean, then turned and gestured towards Liam - who, by the way, was still leaking his life-saving fluids.

"Well, I have no idea. I've never seen anything like this before," Sam raised to his large feet, and squatted back down in front of him. Liam doubtfully shuffled away from him and gave a frightened look to Scott, like he was getting thrown into the wolves. The Winchester lifted his palms facing Liam and retreated a little. "But we know someone who might." He twisted to Dean as he raised up.

Dean rolled his emerald coated eyes, and sighed, "fine, I'll give him a call." He hurried out the room into the adjacent one, and could be heard tapping away at his device.

Sam approached Liam once again, and asked "can I take a look? I'm only going to see the wound, that's all." Liam looked towards Scott again for permission, and saw the trust fall onto him from Scott. He slowly turned his head back and nodded at Sam.

The large man lifted Liam's shirt as carefully as painting a master piece, with a small wince from Liam. He paused for a moment then carried on. Somehow, it looked worse than before: still gashes of blood flowing from the wounds, but had turned more black like the Anti-Christ's soul would be. "I don't know if it would help, but I could put a couple of bandages on to try and stop the bleeding, if you want?" Sam asked like a doctor's response.

"Erm, sure," Liam only replied.

Sam began to rustle through a duffel-bag he had lugged in, but Dean had marched back through into the gatherings base.

"Well," Stiles questioned, still uncomfortable with the idea of trust on the Winchesters.

"Yeah, er, he's coming," Dean announced.

Stiles whipped his head around the space and his body followed. "Are you kidding me? You expect us to sit here like hounded sheep, waiting for your buddy to get here--"

"I'm here." A monotone voice shook the house and startled the residents. The brothers barely look shocked as they looked in the direction the source was - as did everyone else. A man had appeared at lightning speed on the inner side of the back door.

"Cass," Dean nodded. He was talking to a middle-aged man in a beige trench-coat, with a rather uncomfortable looking suit underneath, as the tie had been slung lower than the collar. His face was parked in neutral and sad looking eyes.

"Wait, who is this?" Scott looked quite scared as if he'd only seen his own shadow.

"My name is Castiel. I am an Angel of the Lord," the sadden man said.

"You're wha--" Shockingly, Stiles seemed to have run out of words, and could only widen his mouth in astonishment. "I'm just going to go with it," he sighed.

"So," Liam spoke, "you're an Angel," he pointed his attention to Castiel who looked like he was confused that they would doubt him, but he just nodded.

"As I didn't believe werewolves existed some years ago, I'd say to trust them on it." Melissa had spoken up for what seemed like lifetimes ago that she last had, but this set a similar feeling inside them all.

"Cass, do you have idea what's wrong with this kid?" When Dean said this, he guided Castiel over to Liam and left him looking perplexed at the youth.

"This won't hurt," he said unconvincingly.

"Wait, what won't?" Liam manifested signs of fear, as his breaths quickened and eyes locked on Castiel's.

Without any reflex from Liam, Castiel stretched his hand out at a cheetahs speed, and placed it firmly on Liam's forehead. Liam's eyes fell droopy again and hammered shut. He crashed his head against the sofa's head board: looking dead. "I didn't kill him, it's like a sleep-state."

"And why did you do that?" Brett scowled at Castiel.

"So he's not in as much pain when I touch it," Castiel replied like it was a stupid question to ask. Dean only slumped further into the chair and lowered his head. Sam did similar and backed away from the sleeping boy.

"That's way worse than it sounds, kid," Dean chuckled.

"Erm, touch what exactly?" Stiles looked slightly petrified for the answer, but also intrigued with the working mind of a true Angel.

Castiel directed his body and attention to Stiles, and said,

"His soul."

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dun DUn DUNNNN
I originally wrote for Crowley to be in this too, but there's too many characters I feel like...
-emma