Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

The Passion of the Anti-Christ

2009

Jesse Turner walked upstairs to say goodbye to his adoptive parents before the Winchesters took him to his new home, but Jesse didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay with the people who had raised him as their own son, who loved him even when he screwed up. But he also knew that the demons wouldn't stop coming for him, and that meant his parents were in danger, and all because of his powers.

Jesse went to his room to pack his belongings, seeing a poster for Australia hanging on his wall. He closed his closed his eyes and imagined the cool breeze of the beach hitting his face at the same time the sun was shining down on him. When he opened his eyes, he was sitting in a beach chair, overlooking the ocean while dressed in a pair of board shorts and sipping on a cold lemonade.

"This could work," Jesse said to himself.

*

Jesse found that he liked living on the beach, and had soon taken up surfing. Sure, he could have used his powers to become a pro surfer, but in the end, he didn't need to. He was a natural at riding the waves and was out in the water almost every day. It had been six months since he'd warped himself to Australia and wasn't getting tired of any of it.

But still, he missed his parents and thought about checking in on them, even for just a moment. Surely the Apocalypse had to have been averted since his part of the world was still standing, right? There were no news reports of major destruction in North America, or anywhere else, so maybe it was safe to go home, if just for a few minutes.

Jesse headed back to his beach front home, which on the outside looked small and dilapidated. But on the inside, it was much, much larger. It looked like a large mansion, with a large flatscreen t.v., video game system, and everything else a boy could want in a home. Everything except his parents.

"It's time," Jesse said to himself as he imagined himself wearing a nice suit and tie, instead of his usual shorts and Hawaiian shirt. He was about to teleport himself home when a hand put itself on his shoulder.

"Wouldn't do that, kid," Gabriel said.

"Who are you?" Jesse asked. "Are you a demon?"

"No, I'm an Archangel. Correction, I'm THE Archangel," Gabriel said with a devious smirk. "You might say I'm your uncle. Uncle Gabriel, and you are the Anti-Christ, am I right?"

"I turned the last angel who came for me into a toy," Jesse said as he stepped back.

"And I laughed my ass off at that," Gabriel told him. "I'm not here to kidnap you or kill you, Jesse. I'm here for the same reason you are, to ride out the Apocalypse in style. You seem to have a nice pad here. Pocket reality, right? Completely off the map of everyone, even God himself couldn't find this place if he tried. Mind if I crash here for a few millennia until things settle down?"

"How did you find me?" Jesse asked.

"Because only four beings are powerful enough to use pocket realities to get away. You, me, Death and Warwick Davis. Did you know they didn't need special effects for those Leprechaun movies? That was 100% Warwick doing all those magic tricks."

"Why did you stop me from going home to see my parents?" Jesse asked. As soon as he asked that, Gabriel seethed a little before answering.

"Your parents are dead," Gabriel said. "Sorry, had to rip that band-aid right off."

"Dead?" Jesse asked, his lip trembling.

"Yeah, Lucifer's demons came to force them to talk, they didn't have any info to give up, so they were killed and the house was burned to the ground," Gabriel said casually as he saw the tears welling up in Jesse's eyes. "Wow, you really are half-human. Look, kid, I'm sorry for your loss, but there's nothing you can do. If the demons get ahold of you, the world ends. And frankly, I like the world. No world, no more Marvel movies, and I hear that cinematic universe is going to be freakin' awesome."