Chuck: So, who broke it? I’m not mad. I just wanna know.
Sam: …I did. I broke it.
Chuck: No, no, you didn’t. Dean?
Dean: Don’t look at me. Look at Cas.
Castiel: What? I didn’t break it.
Dean: Huh, that’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Castiel: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
Castiel: No, it’s not!
Lucifer: If-if it matters, probably not, but Rowena was the last one to use it.
Rowena: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Lucifer: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Rowena: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Lucifer!
Sam: Okay, okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Chuck.
Chuck: No. Who broke it?
Dean: Chuck? Crowley’s been awfully quiet.
Dean: Yeah, really.
Crowley: Oh, my god!
[Everyone starts fighting]
Chuck [looks at camera]: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I smote it. I predict, ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
“With leather worn and sword unsheathed stands the fallen child of the angels; the huntress of the deep.” - willowing-love
Pairing: Castiel x Nephilim!Reader
Warning: This will be another one of my adventure fics. This series will contain FLUFF, ANGST andSMUT (at some point. I am not a smut writer, but this fic calls for it). All nsfw chapters will be tagged. It will also contain strong language, physical violence, blood, gore, violent visions, and pain. If any of this would be triggering for you, then you can check out my masterlist for some slightly less angsty oneshots and drabbles instead.
Word Count: 4,967
WARNING: Physical violence
@perseusandmedusa whispered ‘Castiel x Nephilim!Reader’ in my ear and THIS happened. There is a lot of conflicting info on nephilim out there so I stuck with their basic powers. All Enochian translations at the end. You know the drill…let me build up the story line before I throw you off the cliff. Enjoy!
The last sounds of twilight humming amid the fallen leaves and brush began to recede back into their burrows and thickets, leaving only the sound of your breathing in the early dawn. The air sat heavy around you, your hands steady as you watched from a distance, back through the thick forest of trees that hid you from view.
You watched the lights in the windows darken one by one, the sounds of the house falling quiet as the sun began to slowly creep up the horizon. The first rays of daylight began to break through the trees, glinting on the blade of the angel sword at your side; your fingers wrapped tightly around the grip.
Michael’s voice shot through the fog in Castiel’s brain, past the sleep coated over his senses. Cas felt like he hadn’t slept in a week and, even leaning against Gabriel at the entrance to Kings Cross, he felt like he was about to fall over if not for his older brother’s steadying hand.
“Are you listening to me?” Michael’s voice was harsh. “Every one of your brothers has made Ravenclaw, and you are to follow-” (he punctuated his words with a small shove at Castiel’s arm) “-in. Their. Footsteps. Do you understand me, Castiel?”
Cas nodded, nursing his arm and resisting the urge to glare at his father. “Yes, sir. ”
“Good.” That was about all of the attention that Cas was going to get today, and now his father was straightening up, flashing a blindingly white smile at a passing wizarding family (they wouldn’t have been so obvious if not for the caged owl on their trolley). He was now no longer the strict father, no longer the aggressively forceful enemy. He was the head of the Novak family, standing in the dying spotlight of his father’s glory. Carver Novak - ‘Chuck’ to his friends - was all but a legend in the wizarding world. The inventor was revolutionary, and even though most of his creations now resided in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic, he was still known as the mad scientist of the era. There wasn’t a wizard alive who didn’t know his name, and, now that he was dead, Michael sucked up the remainder of his popularity like a sponge.
As nausea started to slide back into the front of Cas’ senses, his brother tightened his grip on his arm until it was almost painful. His father was distracted now, walking away with Anna in tow as she attempted to smile back at her two sons, and then they were alone.
Gabriel was now practically carrying his brother, grunting as he tried to haul along his trunk as well. “'Every one of your brothers has made Ravenclaw’ - har har. What am I, a next door neighbour?”
Cas forced a short, terse laugh. The last few days had been some of the toughest in a long time - along with his father, Balthazar had also been in a rotten mood. Though he would never hurt Cas (he was usually the one protecting him), he and Castiel’s father had stayed up late into the night arguing loudly, until shouts turned to screams and screams turned to loud thumps and smacks and grunts of pain as the two men fought viciously. And that was why Cas was so exhausted; why he felt like somebody had filled his head with cotton wool.
But, hey. He was finally, finally, free.
(To be published as part of the Winter Fic)
Anybody interested in being tagged? Sorry about this this fic is just becoming my baby XD