Billy Batson [One-Shots]

Son of a Witch

This is a Supernatural (SPN) AU, some characters are OOC.

Life isn't easy when you're an orphan. It certainly is even harder when you're an orphan, possessing the power of several gods. Yep, you heard it right. The gods or they're more commonly referred to - Pagans. Hunters and some people well-versed in occultism didn't even consider them gods, but some advanced form of monsters. Billy thought it wasn't nice to call them such, even though they liked to eat human flesh... which he found a bit disturbing, but they were gods, so to each their own, right?

He sighed, trudging through the streets. He still remembered how he got his powers. Apparently, he already had them, or at least some sort of energy hidden deep inside of him, Pagans simply added their own and enhanced it. They realized they couldn't go on without followers and worshippers. So some of them gathered together, deciding what would be the best course of action. They decided to grant their full blessings to a mortal of their choosing, so this mortal could carry on their legacy since their time in this world has practically come to an end.

This lucky mortal was Billy Batson. 7-year-old orphan, gifted in Mystic Arts, born witch. He was so much more that though, not that he knew. Millions of years ago, when God finished making angels, he decided to work on his last project. Newest Archangel, he never got to finish the project, getting bored with it, and abandoned it. Unbeknownst to him, the grace that he flooded in this 'project' gained sentience and sought out a human vessel, to walk the earth. The youngest Archangel inhabited the dead body of a child, having no idea that he wasn't him.

So here he walked, Archangel in the body of a human boy, having no idea who he really was, blessed by Pagan magics. Ducking his head down, he avoided the eye-contact with the adults, going towards the darker parts of the town, where he felt at home. That's when he heard a commotion. Being a curious child he was, he walked towards it, watching as the redheaded lady was cornered by some buffy dudes, their eyes pitch-black. For a moment, Billy could've sworn that he saw their hideous faces, gnarly and twisted before it returned back to their human ones. The lady looked scared and terrified and Billy was a sucker for helping people.

"Hey!" called out Billy, glaring at the men and drawing their attention. "Leave her alone you... bootyholes!"

He wasn't sure what was so funny, but the next thing he knows, these guys are laughing at him, clutching their knees and howling like hyenas. Billy's scowled, his glare getting more fierce. He didn't like being mocked, who did?

"Go away kid, or you are next!" threatened the dude, pulling out a small pocket knife.

"I don't think so, Buckaroo," smirked Billy, holding out his hand the man was sent flying, watching satisfied as others glared at him in disbelief. "Who's next?"

"Kill him!" commanded the other one. He would've done so, if not for Billy's quick thinking.

Holding out both of his hands, his eyes glowed with white light, two huge shadowy wings manifesting behind his back. "χάνομαι!" he chanted in Greek, watching as their whole bodies glowed with yellow light, yelling in agony as their very beings were being erased.

Their empty vessels, that they were inhabiting, dropped to the ground - dead. He looked at the lady, who was staring at him if he was some sort of God. "Uhm... you okay there lady?"

She snapped out of it, shaking her head. "Thank you," she whispered out, her voice slightly above the whisper.

"You're welcome, Miss..."

"Rowena, lad, Rowena MacLeod," she smiled at him, a friendly smile coming to her beautiful face, regaining her composer. "What's the name of my savior?"