Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 3

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The very next day, even before Sam or Dean had the chance to make some breakfast, Mercy arrived outside of Bobby's estate, just as the time ticked past eight in the morning. She had never before gone to a junkyard, as the humans called it. She wasn't into the 'hard labour' sort of work, nor did she approve of those things called cars.

Regardless, she was on the clock and away from her superior, which to some, might suggest a good thing. Being away from people was an apparent necessity, but that only was limited to humans, and sometimes other supernatural creatures that Mercy didn't bother to get involve with. She needed him alive. She wanted him to be free from Lucifer. She wasn't particularly angry at him, no. He too was abandoned and he too hurt inside. But Mercy was going to make sure that he would go back in the cage. Be it kicking and screaming, she'd do it herself, if Death hadn't forbade her from it.

The sun had begun to filter on the grasslands and the shining chrome flickered in her face. Right after Death had lifted her up, she no longer was the simple blind, defenceless angel. After all, he wasn't in need of a useless thing. Her eyes weren't needed to trace the steps up to Bobby's front door. Mechanical sounds were heard in the room that was detached from the house, so she made a note to avoid that area.

She opened it and stepped into the study. Mercy smelt the dry, mustiness of the aged books that were stacked in piles and in bookcases that lined the walls. Her fingers and bare feet led her into the kitchen, where she sat silently with a glass of water until half an hour later, until Dean himself waltz out. He blatantly swore and dropped the cereal, while loud elephant footsteps rumbled down the hallway.

"Hello Dean." Mercy said, genuinely smiling at his reaction. A taller man stepped into the room with eyes wide with shock. "I trust you had a good rest?"

The tall man's hand went to the back of his pants. Mercy assumed he was, infact, the awkward moose-brother. "Dean?"

"Hey, cool it giraffe. I come here for peace, some small-talk and a glass of water."

Dean's lips were kept tight, staring right at her.

"And?" Sam asked, still clueless. "Who is she?"

"She's the creep who had dinner with Death last night." He said, after making a move to the fridge for an emergency beer. He hadn't expected to be hounded this early in the morning, after what had happened the night before. Dean hadn't told Sam about the deal he made, only that Death agreed to help him. "But I remember a prim princess."

"How nice." She mouthed, before drinking down the remainder of the water. "There are certain ways, certain things that I can say, do infront of him. Being presentable in front of guests is one thing. And I said that I needed to talk to Dean, so, if you'd be so kind as to allow me some time with him." She held up her hands. "I promise, I won't bite."

"Are you kidding?" He retorted. "N-"

"Let me speak to her Sammy." Dean said, interrupting. "We're already knee deep in this, so there's no other choice."

Sam shook his head. Mercy's milk eyes blinked blankly as he stepped outside the house, to speak to Bobby about their guest.

"He seems nice." She muttered, hearing the door slam shut. "We don't have much time, since I'm working off-the-clock. Actually, I'm meant to be reaping. But that's lame."

"What the fuck are you doing here? No, really. Because I'm struggling to understand a need for you to, since Deaths deal is permanent."

"You lied." Mercy said blatantly. "And really, I don't care. You're his brother, I get it. " She shrugged. "But if you don't push your brother into Lucifer's cage, everything will be screwed. Everyone will die."

"Your point?" He asked. "Everyone dies. I can't see that being a problem for Death."

"If everyone dies dipshit, Death won't be around anymore. He is the one person in this world that I would give my life for. And I'm doing it now. Just being here is dead-man's land."

He flinched at her unexpected swearing and plain bluntness. "Angel's can swear?" He paused. "You are an angel, right? Because that mark you gave me fucking hurt."

"Boo-ho."

"Well, are ya?"

"I'm an angel and an atheist."

He didn't think those two belonged in the same sentence. "You are the most un-angel angel I've met. Even Lucifer talked about god like a child loving a father."

"So?" She shrugged again. "The majority of angels haven't even hear him speak let alone seen him. He's a wimp who ran away from us and left heaven in tatters. I wish the ones I hate would burn in hell."

"And what of the rest?" He asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"Dead and gone."

Dean sat down on the other side of the table, taking her in. Whatever tore off her face had definitely left her blind and probably gave her that attitude. Something must have gone down to make an angel act like that. Of all the supernatural things he had confronted, she definitely didn't portray the average justice-seeking angel. She seemed more, humane.

Mercy noted his silence. "We're not on friendly terms."

She sighed, as he continued his thought process. "Short story even shorter, I'm basically saying that if you don't do it, I will kill you and then kick Lucifer back to his room."

"..." Dean's eyes thinned. "D-"

Abruptly, she stood, knocking the wooden chair over. Mercy, oh boy did she feel that pang. It was short and sharp, like if one of your muscles seized, tightening. Her head paced around her chest and thoroughly, her ears scanned the room and all that surrounded the house.

"Hey," Dean said. "Are y-"

"I have to go." She said quickly. "I-"

Mercy heard the flutter of wings and bolted straight for the door, since she couldn't disappear indoors. Certain things that normal angels could do with ease came to her like a horse to a brick wall. It just didn't happen.

"Dean, I heard your heart rate increase. Are you h-"

Dean was already out the door, yelling at him. "Don't just stand there Cas! Catch her!"

Dean watched as she fled from Cas, how Sam was running out to see what all the fuss was about. The girl was a very quick runner and the minute Mercy felt a strong pair of hands grab her arms and the voice of an archangel talking, her first instinct was to flip him. But another person tackled them both, sending the two on the ground, face first.

"Let go!"

"No." Cas stated, holding her wrists. By the time he had spoke to her, Bobby had emerged from the garage. "Leia, stop."

"I am not Leia." She spat. "I'm Mercy."

"No, you're not!" He shouted. "You're supposed to be dead!"

"I'm not, so let go!"

A gunshot cracked the tension and Mercy tore away from Castiel. She did not flee though, but instead, stood straight as Cas confronted her. It was too late for her to escape and she would be too slow to run from Cas now that he's spotted her.

"Enough!" Bobby yelled. "Enough of your bitchin', it's too early for that crap! Cas," He waved the gun at her. "What the hell's goin' on?"

Cas pointed to her. "She is supposed to be dead."

"Then it kinda makes sense that she was with death when I met her."

"What are you doing alive Leia?" He asked, not believing his eyes. She was dragged off the last time to die by his Father's word. "Michael told us that he killed you."

She swayed. "He did."

"Well he didn't do a fucking good job at it if you're still here." Dean muttered.

"Shut up!" She yelled. "Shut up!"

"Tell me, Leia."

"No." Mercy cried, almost at tears. "No, no, no. Please don't tell them, please don't."

"I won't." He said, to the Winchester's surprise. "What happened? How do you still have your grace in-tact?"

Mercy breathed in and looked around. No other angels were around and she couldn't sense anything with her head cluttered.

"He dragged me away by my hair." She whispered, her fingers inadvertently reaching up to her black curls. "I was screaming 'n crying 'n," She shook her hands. "I didn't know what was happening. I was so scared. I yelled at Dad to stop, I pleaded. And as always, nothing. Nada. Some father he was!"

Castiel flinched, swallowing the anger that would've liked to defend his father. "And?"

"He took me out of Heaven, to the outskirts, but I don't know why he didn't throw me off. He started talking, askin' for forgiveness. God knows why, but I rejected it and he threw me at the bottom of the well."

"Trinity's well?"

She nodded. "I couldn't get out. I couldn't see footholds or even feel any light. Soon enough, my arms and legs were heavy and I drowned." Mercy breathed out, animalistically, as if she was holding something back. She breathed in and continued. "And then, I sank. I went down 'n down 'n I didn't hit no bottom. I fell out of the bottom of and endless well and fell to earth. No wonder my lungs were burning."

"And how did you end up with Death?"

"He found me." She whispered. "He's the first one who didn't lie to me. The first. Out of all things supernatural, Death greeted me with open arms. I felt safe. I love him more than God."

Castiel stood there, shocked. Never ever had he would have expected to hear that from one of his siblings. No, she shouldn't. She shouldn't.

"Your grace?" Dean asked. "When an angel falls, aren't their graces' supposed to break away?"

"I have no idea." She said honestly. "Cas is the first I've talked to in a while." She paused. "Maybe it was the water in the well."

Bobby sighed, thinking that the last thing they needed was another angel.

Mercy swallowed and calmed down. "And now that I've blabbed myself away, I've got a target on my fucking back." She turned her head to Dean. "This is what I was avoiding. Now that I've talked to you, I have no business here."

"Hey wait!" Dean called. "Cas won't tell, but I might. Keep us safe and I won't get diarrhea in the mouth."

Her eyebrow raised. "Are you trying to cheat me out of Death?"

"I might be."

She shook her head. "Nothing's happened yet, so no. We'll see."

"We'll see what?!" Sam called, as she disappeared in a furious sound of wings. He looked at Cas, who was staring at the spot where she stood, with a face he had not yet seen on the archangel. "Who was she? What happened to her face?

"What's her name Cas?" Dean asked. "Is it Leia or Mercy? What the heck?"

"I don't know what happened to her, since that was before my time. But I know Lucifer and Michael were involved, from what I heard from other angels." He looked away from the spot. "Her name was Leia, or rather, Mercy now. She's a Cherubim angel, a protector."

"Of what? What can she protect if he can't shield her own face?"

Cas's mouth moved, into something like a frown, but his face turned back to a straight, emotionless one.

"What Cas?"

"She is the protector of life."

Nobody spoke or felt the need to breathe. Everything, all that they had seen today fell on Dean's shoulders like a heavy weight, and inking to his conscience.

"Well," Bobby said, being the first one to break the silence. "Shit."

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Hey guys! I know I don't talk at the end of these things, so I thought I should introduce myself and give some thanks to a couple of folks.

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