Hero

Title: Hero

Author: Anne Midnight Hunter

Beta: Yarinid (Thanx girl!! Love u!!) Any errors are my doin’!

Rate: M/NC-17

Series: Supernatural

Pair/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Gabriel, Michael, Bobby, Crowley, Raphael, Adam, OC

Type: Slash/TWT/Humor/Angst/Dark

Warning: This chapter contains child abuse and torture, nothing too graphic, but if it’s not your thing, please, just skip the part or turn back. Thank you.

Anne: Sorry for the late update! I forgot to do it! Had too much stuff in my mind! :P

Chapter 2: Confrontation


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Jason Ortiz always knew that his dreams and daydreams were more than that. He knew that they were visions, of things that were about or happening at the time. At first, when he was a kid, the visions were harmless and not that frequent. It was mostly about a bad grade or the menu of next week’s school cafeteria. But, a year ago, after his sixteen birthday the dreams changed. Disasters and horrors visited him. He would wake up, panting and covered in cold sweat. And the last vision was the last straw.

In his vision, he saw a little girl. She was only six years old, with dark, ebony skin. Chocolate, curvy hair and a pair of big, bright dark eyes. Eyes full of life and innocence. She had been playing in the backyard of her granny’s house. When this beautiful woman appeared in the picture. She had smiled at the little girl, took her hand and started walking toward his high school and enter in one of the sciences labs.

The woman undressed and strap her to a table and grabbed a knife, the silver blade reflected the moonlight and begin carving the girl. He still could hear the girl’s screams of terror and pain. He still could hear the woman laugh at the little girl’s misery. Jason saw her feasting on the little girl’s flesh. Before, he could wake up, he found himself in front of a cheap motel, the door opened of a room and two men were there. Then, he woke up, he couldn’t stop the sobs or the terror that consumed him. After he did his morning’s routine-sobbing all the while-he walked to school.

Dread eating at his stomach, the feeling of uneasiness nagging at the back of his skull. The day went uneventful and the sciences labs were clean, nothing out of the ordinary. He skipped Biology, he couldn’t stand been there. He decide that maybe, this time, it really had been a nightmare. A cruel, disgusting, disturbing nightmare.

After school, Jason had put everything at the back of his head and headed to the local library, already planning his History essay on the Spanish Armada. When he saw her. The gorgeous, red-haired woman with pale skin and evil, red eyes.

She was waiting for him.

His blue-grey eyes widen and before he could run back the way he came, she was in front of him, hugging him. He could feel her breast against his chest, the smells of apples and death surrounded her. Her red eyes glinted pure hate and hunger.

“What’s your name, kid?” She asked in a seductive tone, even thought she wasn’t his type, or any woman for that matter, he couldn’t help himself be attracted, trap in her allure.

“Jay. Jason.” He whispered, she smiled and giggle.

“You’re a Psychic. My lucky day!” She breather, the woman took his hand.

“Come with me.” At that, Jason reacted, he pushed her back. The woman almost fell and he begin to ran past her, to the main street. Her laughter followed after him. Jason kept running until he arrived at the Sunset Motel’s parking lot. He let himself fall against a handsome, black muscle car and tried to pull air into his lungs. His backpack was heavy and sweat rolled down his temple.

He opened his eyes and gazed around him, this was the motel of his dream. Jason let a shuddering laugh come out of his lips and wobble toward the door with the number 113 shinning gold in front of it. He ran a hand through his shaggy, black hair and knocked. After a minute, the door opened.

“Yeah?” Asked a low, male voice. Jason looked up (up, up, up!) and a blush covered his pale cheeks. At the door was one of the men of his dream, and he was simply hot! The man was really tall, with shaggy brown hair, a pair of big, hazel eyes. Jason gaped at him, making the man twitch and blush under his gaze.

“Um…Hi? Can I help you?” He asked, his voice lace with concern and wariness. Jason gulped and nodded, then, said something that surprised both of them.

“Samuel?”


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“In other news, the police found another victim in the woods of a small town in Louisiana. The victim this time was a six year old girl named Eden Jackson-” Dean pressed the ‘mute’ button on. He scrubbed his face with his free hand and cursed. They lost another one, this time a little girl. His green eyes glued to the picture of the little, cute black girl.

“She had the same MO, Dean.” Sighed Sam from his perch in his motel bed, lap top balanced on his lap.

“She was eaten. This witch is more powerful than we thought.” Finished his baby brother, disgust and fury etched in his handsome face. Witches that practiced cannibalism, they nutrient themselves on the spirit energy of that person by eating their flesh. And in other cases, they could tap In to the powers of a person, even if they’re asleep, and make them theirs. Neither him or Sam had encounter a flesh-eating witch, but Dad and Bobby had.

Dad had wrote it in his journal, the entry says that besides the life energy and the power stealing, the witches could stay young and keep living for a couple of centuries.

“But, why a little girl, Sam? So she could be forever young?” Dean sneered, taking two beers out of the fridge, he handed one to the brunet and sat at the end of the bed Sammy was occupying. Sam nodded his thanks and took a swing of his beer, shrugging at his brother’s words.

“Maybe that was the reason? I mean she target high school and collage students. And all of them were good, but really good-looking people, Dean. Maybe the little girl is for the young part of the deal.” Sam finished, taking a long gulp of his beer, hating himself for the logic and cold response. Dean frowned, knowing his baby brother was right.

“Fuck, Sam. This is some twisted Peter Pan story. We have to find the bitch soon.” He said, finishing his beer and tossing his bottle in the trash. Sam nodded and closed his lap top, settling it besides him in the bed.

A knock on the door broke the brooding silence the brothers fell in to, the two shared a look. Sam walked toward the door, while Dean grabbed his shot gun, smirking a little when he saw that his little brother had Ruby’s Knife in his hand. The younger man opened the door and looked at the teenager in front of him.

The kid was gorgeous, shaggy, black hair bit more tamed than Sammy’s, big, blue-gray eyes and soft features. He was slender, but not skinny, Dean could see the swimmer body the boy had and also he could see that the kid was into the whole Twilight/The Vampires Dairies, Emo shit, if the tight black outfit and hoddie was anything to go by. He actually made it look good.

“Yeah?” He heard his brother ask, the kid looked up and a pretty blush covered his already pink cheeks. The boy didn’t replay, only gaped at his brother making Sam squirm and blush under the stare.

“Um, hi? Can I help you?” His brother tried again, clearing his throat. This time the boy reacted, he nodded and confusion marred his face.

“Samuel?” He asked, surprise and fear visible in his eyes. Sam blinked and grab the boy by the arm, dragging him inside, Dean closed the door and Sam pressed the kid against the door; Ruby’s Knife resting on his pretty neck.

“Who are you and how do you know my name?” The brunet asked, he was flushed against the boy, the kid’s eyes were wide and he was trembling. Sam frowned, he lowered the blade, but kept were he was, enjoying the warm, small body against his broader, longer one. He’s almost the same height as-

“Jay. My name’s Jason.” The boy whispered.

“And you two were in my dream.” Jason breather and glanced around the room, eyes falling on the other man -Dean- and blushed more. God! They were gorgeous! In a small town like this, it was difficult to find gorgeous people, you already knew all the locals.

These two looked like models.

Like gay porn models.

Jason squirmed again, feeling the heat of arousal pooling in his belly and Sam wasn’t helping much. Jason put his hands on the strong chest, blushed and pushed at Sam. The older man took the hint and let the boy go, cheeks heating up and Dean snickering. Jason took a sit in a chair and gave them a serious look.

“I have to tell you guys something.” He said and made a gesture for the brothers to sit down, they looked at each other and after a silent conversation with one another they sat down on a bed.

“Well, what is it?” Asked Dean, Sam just looking at him with those deep, brown of his. God! Focus, man! Jason took a deep breath.

“I know where, who and how to find the witch responsible with the deaths here. Specially with Eden Jackson’s death.” Both brothers had surprise looks on their faces. The teenage gazed at them, eyes fierce.

“I wanna gank that bitch.”

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Jason opened his front door, it was already ten o clock at night, and he was arriving from the library, happy that he finish his history report. He had spend two hours with Sam and Dean, explaining the dreams he had about the case, that’s what the brothers called to these types of murders, and enjoying they company. Specially Sam’s, the older man was intelligent, handsome and had a good sense of humor, just it was a bit different from Dean’s.

Dean was definitely an interesting fellow, he was secretive, hiding everything behind a smile and a dirty joke, while Sam was an awful liar in front of his older brother, he was shy and a workaholic while Dean was shameless and kind of lazy. They complemented each other, and Jason knew that if neither of them were related to each other, they would had been a couple already.

He sigh, thank God they weren’t, now he at least could dream of having a snowball chance with Samuel Winchester. Jason walked to the kitchen and put his school bag on the floor next to the table, his eyes catching his dad’s note and sighing. Again, the old man was working late and couldn’t be home, he hated that his dad was always gone. Since his mother left him for a younger man and left them, disappearing from the face of Earth, his dad wasn’t never home.

He smiled when his phone begin to rang, t.A.t.U’s ‘Running Blind’ spilling from the tiny speaker.

‘Calling your name I hear only echoes
Searching the rain I see only shadows
You've got to show me your face
Voices I hear them calling behind me
Phantoms of you are burning inside me
You've got to give me a sign’

“Hi, Sam” He answered, opening the fridge and taking out a bottle of Coke, and a slice of cold, pepperoni pizza, taking a bite and opening his bottle.

“Hey, Jay. Just calling you to tell you, I got your GPS running.” Answered Sam’s low voice, it send shivers up Jason’s spine. The raven sat in a chair, eating his cold pizza, blushing when a few dirty thoughts flied across his mind.

“Awesome. You think this gonna work?” He asked after he swallowed, he knew that Sam was against his and Dean’s plan, so he smiled when the older man sighed on the other side, pleased to know that he was worried for his safety.

“You know that I don’t, Jay. But you and Dean are thickheaded and all that crap. And my words count shit, so yeah.” Sam said, earning a laugh from Jason.

“Your word count, Sam. But, our plan’s better! Don’t worry.” Jason finished his pizza and his soda, dumping them in the sink and walking to the stairs, wanting to just go to his room, lay on his bed and let Sam’s voice wash over him. He had gave the brothers his GPS’s number and password, so they could track him down if the witch came after him. He was been bait, something that Samuel wasn’t that happy and Dean teased him that his little jailbait was going to be ok.

That thought sadden Jason, he knew that he was too young for Sam, but hearing the older Winchester confirm it, made it more real. Besides, his hopes couldn’t be too high, the brothers would get out of town when they killed the witch.

“Jay? You still with me, kid?” Those words brought Jason back and twisted his stomach. Oh, you got it bad, Jay. You idiot. He thought and opened his bedroom’s door, stepping into the pitch black room.

“Yeah, Sam. M’here. I’m just-” He couldn’t finish, when he flip on the light switch, his eyes landed on his bed. Where the red haired woman was sitting. A scream got stuck on his throat. And only a whimper managed to get out.

“Hello, Jason. Lovely room you have.” The woman breather and laughed at the scream that finally came out of his mouth.

“Sam!!” Jason screamed and scramble out of the room, almost falling down the stairs in his haste to get away from her.

“Jason! What’s wrong?!” He could hear Sam standing up and alerting Dean, sound of both big men scrabbling around in the other side.

“Sam! She’s here!! Gotta go!”

“No! Jay! Wai-” Jason hung up, slip his phone on his jean’s pocket and ran to the front door, he opened and the woman was in front of him. He almost slammed in to her and his breath caught.

“Don’t run my little Jason. I’m going to take care of you.” She smiled, laughing at the horrified look in the teen’s face.

In the Sunset Motel, the Winchester’s were pulling out of the parking lot, Dean driving like mad and Sam looking at the red dot that was Jason’s signal in the GPS on Sam’s phone. Black Sabbath’s ‘War Pigs’ playing loud on the Impala.

‘Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord yeah!’

“Where she’s taking him?” Asked Dean over the music.

“To his high school. Step on it, De!” Yelled Sam, clutching the dash board to keep himself for falling on his brother’s lap when Dean took a curve not too gently. The brothers finally pulled in the school, Sam was already out of the car, running to the school’s doors and with a well place kick, opening, glad that his brother didn’t saw that, busy taking out their bag and texting Castiel where they were.

Both running down to the science labs, glad that Jason told them where they could find them. They arrived and slowed they paces, taking out their guns. Dean put his hand on the knob, Sam backing him up, with a nod, the blond threw open the door, aiming his gun and entering. The brunet followed him in and saw Jason pressed against the wall. The woman sitting on one of the metal tables. Her long, cocktail dress parting, letting her pale, creamy thighs and legs be tantalizing visible for the two handsome men.

“My, my. What do we have here? A hunter and a demon boy! Mmmm, so yummy.” She said, laughing at the expression on the three men’s faces.

“Sam?” Whimpered Jason, eyes glazing with unshed tears.

“Don’t worry, Jay. Gonna save you, kid.” Said Sam, his eyes trained on the woman. Dean’s gun pointing at her.

“So, you are the bitch that’s eating little kids? Lemme tell you, ain’t impressed.” Said Dean, hate and fury fused in his eyes. The witch’s red gaze sliding and gliding on Dean’s body, lust clouding them and she licked her red lips.

“Mmm, wow. You are gorgeous! I had never seen a hunter as beautiful as you.” She giggle, Dean blushed and growled. He hated when people called him beautiful, he wasn’t a damn chick! With a flick of her hand, Sam was thrown against the wall next to Jason, a ‘uff’ coming out of his mouth when all the air of his lungs was rip out forceful.

“Hey!” Dean yelled and shoot her, she got out of the way, appearing in front of him and slapping him so hard, the hunter fell to the floor. Dean kick her, sending her crashing on the floor were they grip and wrestle, the witch won, she dug her nails on his stomach, piercing the flesh with her long nails. Dean howled and tried to throw her off, but she made him stand up by the wound. Laughing, she threw him to the metal table and took out her claws. Fasting the cuffs she already had there, on his wrists.

“Mmmm, you look so good.” She purred, licking the blood from her nails. Moaning at the taste.

“And you are mine.”


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If someone had told her that a few weeks ago, that she was going to have a gorgeous, blond hunter tied up to a table, gagged with his own shirt and at her mercy, she would had laughed and said that hunters were ugly-ass motherfuckers. However, right now, she has this gorgeous, blond hunter tied up and his smoking hot partner at her power, she was counting her lucky stars.

And best of all, she got her little Psychic. Jason was gorgeous too, also, full of life, hopes and dreams. He was going to give her his ability to see the future, but first…

Her red eyes landed on Smokin’ Hot Demon Boy (as she begin calling the blond’s partner) She could feel the tainted, demonic blood pumping in his veins, thick and delicious. She was going to bask on the power the Demon Boy was going to provide for her.

She already could taste the red liquid running down her throat. The boy was powerful, but his power was dormant, better for her, the raw energy was easier to manipulate at her taste.

“Well, well. Don’t you look delicious, hunter?” She asked in a twisted tone, the woman stood besides his head and licked the shell of his ear, giggling when he jerked it out of her way.

“Leave him alone!” Hot Demon Boy screamed at her where he was pressed against the wall; bind with an invisible force, next to him a terrified Psychic Jason. The witch glared at Hot Demon Boy and suck at Gorgeous Hunter’s neck, grinning at the growl Demon Boy let out and the muffled indignant shout the blond gave.

“Wait your turn, Demon Boy.” The witch straightened herself, grab a knife and straddle the blond’s hips, his eyes wild and enraged. She loved how pretty he looked, spread under her, muscles bunching and tensing up.

Blood pumping his heart a mile a second. He was so beautiful, too pretty for his own good and he was all for her. She kissed his chest, licking a nipple, earning a muffled scream of outrage and yells of complaints from Hot Demon Boy.

“You’re going to make me so pretty. I would have loved to played with you.” Witch said, pressing the tip of her knife on the tender skin of his collarbone, tracing a deep line. Red ruby liquid spurting out, Gorgeous Hunter grunted in pain, she licked her lips.

“Mmmm. That full mouth of yours is for sucking cock and pussy. I bet it can do amazing things.” She laughed, sucking his neck. She continue carving sings that had no meaning, loving the pain that his green eyes showed to her, the grunts became muffled shouts of pain when she spread the wounds wide open with her fingers.

Demon Boy screaming at her to stop and calling the Gorgeous Hunter’s name, Psychic in too, tears running down his pale cheeks.

It was all good.

Soon she was going to fest on this beautiful hunter, then the demon boy followed and for last the young Psychic. It was a shame she couldn’t play more with them, but time was running out.

“Well, my gorgeous hunter. It was such a pleasure to carve you up, but I need to eat you when your heart’s still beating.” Witch laughed in a maniac way that made the three males in the room squirm. She was proud of her laugh; she had a few hundred years to perfect it.

Before she could lower her head and take the first bite, she felt two pair of strong hands, one on her red hair and the other grip her arm, they threw her to the other side of the room. Witch slammed against the wall and slide down into the floor.

“Cas!” She heard the hot demon boy exclaim, Witch stood up and glared at the intruder.

Another pretty boy, this one with big, cobalt blue eyes and dark hair, dressed in a suit and with a beige trench coat. He was not human nor demon, but she couldn’t care less, her hunger was consuming her and she wanted to taste her man!

“Get the fuck out of my way, pretty boy! Or you will be next!” Witch snarled at Pretty Boy Thing, he glared at her, power emanating from him in angry waves. With a gesture of his hand, Hot Demon Boy and Pretty Psychic Jason were release from her binding spell against the wall. Imminently, Demon Boy ran toward Gorgeous Hunter’s side and begin taking off his cuffs off.

She bristle at the action, but something told her that she wont win against the new intruder. He was ancient, she could taste his rage and old pure power as it cracked the atmosphere around them, invisible for humans, visible for Psychic and witches.

“You have gone too far, witch.” His voice ran across of her being. She felt it on her bones, on her blood. On her black soul. He was pure energy, was nothing like the Demon Boy.

“Samuel. Jason. Take Dean outside.” He ordered the Demon Boy and Jason, they took the blond, but he struggle.

“Cas. W-wait.” The hunter tried to talk, but demon boy and Jason were out of the door, before he could continue. Witch’s red eyes gazed at the Pretty Boy Thing. The last thing she saw was the most beautiful, pure white light as it came out of the man’s mouth and eyes. The light embraced her, her screams echoing on the classroom.

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The air was cracking with suppress energy. It was suffocating and almost unbearable, the energy have an excited tone to it, it only meant one thing; the archangels were ready to do battle. Heaven was in chaos since the moment Lucifer, the most beautiful and brightness archangel in creation, decide to defy Father’s orders.

It all begin with love and it will end with hate.

He will not love humanity, he loved his Father too much. He had said. Agniel remembered all that.

How defiant Lucifer looked, anger and disbelieve surrounded him.

The sadness that covered Michael like a blanket at his baby brother’s disobedience.

The pleas that fell from Gabriel’s lips to Lucifer so he could reconsider what he was deciding in.

The satisfied air that Raphael exude when Michael silenced Gabriel and told Lucifer that he could not defy Father’s absolute orders.

Agniel also remember to be trembling at been in the presence of the power the four archangels emitted.

The raw fury and betrayal from Lucifer.

The disbelieving sorrow from Gabriel.

The pain that consumed Michael.

The disgusting glee from Raphael.

Agniel had been afraid, all the younger angels had been. The cherubs had fled from that part of Heaven. And almost all the other angels did. Agniel was frozen in place, a morbid fascination of ‘what would happen next’ settling on the angel’s mind. Until Agniel felt a warm presence, it was Castiel, one of the angels older than Agniel for a few thousand years.

“Come. This is not four eyes as young as yours nor mine.” Castiel’s voice envelope Agniel in a safe embrace, the younger angel stood up and followed the older one, away from the now fighting archangels.

Castiel was always kind with the younger angels, like Gabriel was. Both older beings trained and took care of them, teaching everything and anything a good Heaven soldier had to know. Even thought, Agniel saw too much sorrow in Gabriel’s aura.

When Michael submitted Lucifer to the confines of Hell and caged him. When Father decide to take a walk and never to return. When Gabriel decide that Heaven was a lost cause and left, Castiel was there, a warm and solid presence in the difficult times.

And now, the older angel was on Earth, guarding with his life the vessels of Lucifer and Michael, disobeying direct orders, been hunted by other angels and demons alike, falling from his Grace. Agniel was lost in this sea of death, blood and destruction that Heaven had become without Castiel. Orders were followed, disobedience punished.

The angel’s musing were interrupted by the approach of Eriel, one of the angels in Agniel’s garrison. Eriel had a twisted air around his aura. Agniel didn’t like him that much.

“Agniel.” Said Eriel in a cold tone.

“Eriel” Agniel replay, mimicking the tone.

“Come. Brother Raphael is calling for us.” Eriel ordered, Agniel followed the angel, a bad presentiment curling around the angel’s Grace. They both stood a few feet away from the dark-skinned vessel, his dark eyes shinning with hate not directed to them.

“Find Castiel. And bring him here. Michael and I have business with him.”

T.B.C


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