The Nephilim's Sin

Chapter Two

Nobody in the car was speaking, the only noise to slice through the silence being the car's engine screaming down the road. They had gone over the plan more than once, so that Gabriel and Josie would remember what to do (they never listen, and will probably end up doing their own thing anyway). Hopefully, it should be just like performing a well-rehearsed play.

Should be, anyway.

They all file out silently, Sam and Dean muttering to each other as if to go over the plan one more time as they move to the trunk to gather their weapons.

"I believe the plan that Sam and Dean created will not work in our favour." Castiel admits to Gabriel and Josie, who were all leaning against the hood of the Impala. Josie looks to the star-spattered sky, the anxiety rolling off her in waves.

"Agreed little bro. I say we all go in and fight Ass-modeus, give 'em what we got." Gabriel replies. Josie looks to her father, worry painted all over her face.

"Dad? What if I can't do this?" Josie asked, complete worry taking over her voice as well. "What if I mess this up completely?"

"You'll do great sugar, don't worry," Gabriel assures, flashing a crooked grin to her. It drops too quickly, and Josie can tell he's assuring himself just a little more.

Sam and Dean reappear from behind the trunk, armed to the teeth with the weird human weapons Josie will never understand, no matter how much Dean tries to teach her how to shoot a gun. Angel blades fall from Castiel and Gabriel's sleeves, and into their open hands. "We ready?"

"As much as we'll ever be."

Together, the quintet walk towards the large, worn-down warehouse, the obvious angel warding largely smeared across the warehouse. Gabriel waves a hand, and every ward is scratched, making it useless.

"Amateurs."

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Sam and Dean shout from down the hall, watching as Gabriel, Castiel, and Josie all leave to where Asmodeus is bound to be staying. Gabriel had created a new plan last minute; "Angels stick it to Ass-modeus, Hunters keep the cockroaches out" which was the utter opposite of the other carefully-devised plan. "Pops is gonna kill you" Josie says. Gabriel stays silent.

He was gonna be sleeping on the couch for an eternity.

The trio walks down the hall, Gabriel and Castiel easily sliding their angel blades into the demons that follow. They all die with a flickering yellow-orange light, the bodies unceremoniously dropping to the ground.

Once they reach the end of the hall, Gabriel kicks the shabby door down, sending it flying to the opposite wall with a smack!, just inches from a leather chair facing the wall. The two demons standing by the chair surge forward, eyes pooling to full black. Gabriel reaches up to place his hands to their forehead. He slams their heads into the closest wall as they die with a yellow-orange light screaming from every orifice of their head. Their bodies drop to the ground, and Gabriel looks to the leather chair, the figure sitting in it apparently refusing to introduce themself. Together, the three approach the back of the chair. The chair suddenly rotates around, leaving the three to get quite a good look of the prince.

He had taken what appeared to be teenager's body. His limbs were rather thin, yet toned. His dark brown hair swirls wildly around his head, and his cheekbones are just as sharp as the knife he twiddles in between his thin fingers. His eyes rake over the three, staying perhaps a little too long on Josie. His lips split into a ravenous grin, pearly white teeth and sharp canines showing through. His eyes glint a hint of yellow, before he begins to speak.

"Well well well!" He exclaims, mock enthusiasm coating his words. "What a collection of angels we have here. A Seraphim, an Archangel and a Nephilim, a beautiful one at that." His voice is sickly sweet. He notes Gabriel's glare in his direction, head snapping up to meet it. "I take it this lovely creature is your daughter?"

"Yes." Gabriel seethes, his glare only intensifying. The demon's flash of yellow eyes was met with a threatening glint of Gabriel's grace through his pupils, a sheer white that differs from Castiel's blue. The glare given can easily put Sam's assortment of bitch faces to utter shame.

"First things first, I'd like some alone time with your lovely daughter." In one fell swoop, Asmodeus had a thumb under her chin, lifting her chin up. She struggles a bit as he attempts to slip a hand into her buttoned up flannel, his haughty stance lessening as he discovered there was only another shirt underneath.

"Absolutely not!" Gabriel's voice ascends to a hivemind-like one, as though a whole crowd was objecting. Shadows of 6 wings flare against the wall, and Castiel follows the same threatening stance.

"Dad." Gabriel's glare softens as he moves to his daughter's face. "I can handle myself, it's fine." Josie's voice was in a calm tone, but fear still peeked through the facade, and Gabriel could very well sense it.

"Yes anyway, out." He flicks his hand upward, sending both Castiel and Gabriel flying through the doorway, landing hard on the ground. Gabriel scrambles to his feet to go back for his daughter, but the doorway was blocked by a barrier of some kind. Castiel puts a hand to it, the barrier rippling from the touch. The transparency was one-sided though, as Gabriel's screams and banging on the barrier were muted completely. Asmodeus turns to Josie, snaking an arm around her waist pulling her close to him.

"Get off me!" She struggles, but Asmodeus begins to twist the air, making it thick with lust. Josie stares at him with a different look, a look of sinful desire. Josie puts her arms around his neck and he laughs, mostly directing it at the Angels and the Hunters that join Gabriel in the banging and yelling. He turns back to Josie a wicked smile on his lips.

"How would I like to be a nephilim's little sin?" his eyes glinted a mischievous yellow as he put words into her mouth. "Well, little angel...I'd adore it."