Fic: The Earth and Heaven to You (Part 1)

[dauntperplexity]

 

 

 

Part 1

Oh wow. There are a lot of you guys sitting here. Sorry I made you guys wait. I thought that there would only be a few of you listening. Let me get my notes.

Okay. The glares. No notes. I’ll just speak.

Crap. Uh. I guess I’m the one who has to tell this story. So, the two of them met at a river. And from that point—No wait, not a river.

Wait. I’m sorry. I’m really bad at telling stories. I like to start in the middle of the story because I like to get to the action parts. And I really don’t like background information. I should start with the beginning. There’s probably a lot of important information that I can’t exactly gloss over.

First of all, my name is Chuck. I live on the Heaven plane. I’m a storyteller, apparently. And I’m the one who was given the responsibility… I mean, honor, of telling you the story of the story of Dean and Castiel.

So some background information. Dean was born during a time of peace between good and evil. His parents were Hunters. They fought with the Angels against the Demons. After years of fighting, Michael and the Angels and the Hunters won and good beat evil. Yay.

An alliance was formed between the Hunters and the Angels. Hunters weren’t regular Humans, but they all started off that way. They were stronger and faster and were awesome with weapons. And they healed faster than Humans. Some even developed some other powers like flying and moving stuff with their brains.

They weren’t as strong as Angels, but they did their part in helping to win the war. And since that moment, there was a bond that was formed between Angels and Hunters. Huh, I guess that information was pretty important.

So, when Dean was born, Michael, who was the head of the Angels, decided to throw John and Mary Winchester, Dean’s parents, a huge party. I was there.

LRLRLRLRLRLRLR

Mary walked around the party with Dean cradled to her chest. She smiled when she felt him stirring in her arm. He was waking up. “It’s okay, Dean,” she cooed when he sounded like he was about to cry.

“Is he awake?” John said, walking over to his wife.

“He’s getting there,” she whispered.

“Let me hold him,” he said, holding his arms out. He took his son out of his wife’s arms. “Hey, buddy,” John said.

Dean put his small hand over John’s heart. John slipped his finger into Dean’s hand and smiled when the hand closed around it.

“Well, aren’t you two just the most precious things in the universe.”

The parents looked up to see who the source of the voice was. “Hey, Ellen,” John replied.

“Can I hold him?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said. He was about to hand Dean over to her when the doors to their area of the plane flew open. Everyone at the party looked to the entrance. “What are you doing here?” John yelled.

“John,” Michael said, holding the hunter back. He wanted to calm the Hunter down, especially since he had little Dean in his arms. “I’ll deal with it.” He sauntered over to the man who had just entered. “What are you doing here, Lucifer?”

“Brother,” Lucifer said. He opened his arms as if he were expecting a hug. He got none. “You all throw a party and didn’t invite me?”

“Your invite must have been lost along the way,” Ellen said.

“How did you even hear about this?” Michael said, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Our brother has a big mouth.”

“Gabriel,” he hissed. “Well, you shouldn’t be here. Your duty—”

“I left Meg and Brady in charge.”

“Your two halfwits?” Caleb, a young hunter, yelled.

“Enough!” Michael yelled, stopping the fighting before it could start. He searched the crowd for someone. “Joshua, escort Lucifer out of here. Lucifer, I don’t want to see you on this plane again.”

“It was good to see you, brother,” Lucifer said. He looked to John who had made his way next to his wife. “Congratulations on having the first hunter ever born on this plane. I hope he’s half as strong as you two.”

“You had better hope that you don’t ever have to find out how strong he is!” Mary yelled.

Things were quickly getting out of hand and Michael knew that if he didn’t stop it soon, there was going to be a fight on the Hunter plane. “Joshua!” he yelled. An older looking man made his way forward.

Dean started to cry in John’s arms. “Sh…” John cooed. “It’s okay.” He sent a glare in Lucifer’s direction.

“I have overstayed my welcome,” Lucifer said. He flapped his wings and he was gone.

Michael ran his hand through his hair, then down his face. “John. Mary. I’m so sorry for not—”

Mary put her hand up to stop him from continuing. “You couldn’t have known,” she said. “And no one was hurt, so it’s all right.”

“I just wanted to be able to celebrate the birth of your son.”

“We did, Michael,” Mary replied. “Besides Lucifer showing up, this was a fun gathering. It was good to see all of you here.”

“I think we should leave,” Ellen said. She watched Dean in John’s arms as he yawned and snuggled into his father’s chest. “Let Dean get some sleep after all this excitement.”

“I think we could all use that,” Mary said. “Thank you all for coming.” She walked to the front doors and said goodbye to everyone as they walked out. She was doing well to be a good hostess.

John said bye to everyone as he rocked his son to sleep.

When their home was empty, the two of them let out a sigh of relief. “That was fun,” John said.

“To say the least,” his wife said with a laugh. “How is he?” she asked, looking at her son in John’s arms.

“Sleeping. We should go put him in his crib,” he said.

Mary nodded. The two of them walked upstairs and put Dean into his crib. He moved a little before settling and falling into a peaceful sleep. “That’s our boy,” she whispered.

“The next generation of Hunters.”

“Hopefully he won’t need to fight like we did.”

“Hopefully,” John replied. “We should get to bed too.”

“Of course. Goodnight, Dean,” she said to her sleeping son. She leaned over the side of the crib and kissed him on his forehead. She grabbed the blanket that she had made for him stitched with his first name, birthday, and the Hunter’s emblem and wrapped him in it.

“‘Night, kiddo.” The two of them walked out of the room, closing the door slowly behind them. “You think Dean could use a younger sibling?” he asked when they were at the entrance of their room.

Mary leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek. “Ask me in a few years.”

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While Mary and John were living on cloud nine up in the Hunter dimension, Lucifer was down in Hell playing CEO.

After Lucifer lost the war, Michael forced him to be in charge of the Hell plane. He had to listen to all the moaning and groaning of all the Demons and Humans that were in Hell. He had to make sure that Hell didn’t fall to chaos.

As much as he hated being down there, he did a really good job keeping Hell… organized. But he did love one thing about being in the Hell dimension, and it was that no one ever bothered him. Michael or any of the Angels ever came down to check on him.

So he started planning.

As soon as he got down there, he had a meeting with the three Providences. They were three beings that held a Human’s destiny in their hand. One was an Angel from the Heaven, the second was a Demon from the Hell plane, and the third was a Hunter from the Hunter plane.

They were supposed to be impartial. The key words were supposed to. But with those three… damn if anything every got solved between them without someone losing something in the process.

So Lucifer met up with them, because he was evil and that’s what evil people do. Or because he was just lonely and all that.

LRLRLRLRLRLRLR

When Lucifer got back down into Hell, he was greeted by his two lackeys Meg and Brady. His personal area of Hell looked like a CEO’s office. “How was the party?” Meg asked.

“Celebratory,” Lucifer replied. He went straight for his giant chair and took a seat behind his desk.

“Why weren’t we invited to come along?” Brady asked.

“Because I left you two in charge.”

Brady and Meg plopped down into the chairs across the desk. “I would’ve rather gone to a party than watch Gabriel and Crowley taunt the people you have down here. It was like watching someone dangle yarn in front of a cat. I almost felt bad.”

“Not my problem,” Lucifer yelled. “Is Pamela here yet?”

“Yeah. She’s been here. She got started on her mission to drink the other two under the table,” Brady said. “She’s waiting for you.”

Lucifer reached over his desk and grabbed Brady by the front of his shirt. He pushed him against the nearest wall and held him there. “Then you should have told me that first,” he growled. He threw the demon down onto the ground. He kicked him in the ribs before he stepped forward and went to meet with the Providences.

He found them in an area that looked like a bar. The three of them sitting around a table with at least thirty shot glasses spread out on the surface.

“You didn’t have to hit him, you know,” Pamela said.

“Yes, he did,” Gabriel and Crowley replied.

“It looks like you three found a way to entertain yourselves.” He counted each of the shot glasses, wondering why they didn’t just keep using the same one.

“Why are we here?” the female Providence asked. “We all have other things that we have to attend to.”

“Right,” Lucifer said. “You three need to fight over where a person ends up. I got it. But Pamela—”

“Don’t,” Pamela warned. She knew that Lucifer was going to charm his way into getting something from her. Usually she’d play along with his games, but she was in a bad mood. “I won’t want to hear the crap you’re going to spew to me. Just tell me why you summoned us here.”

Lucifer sighed. He might as well have not delayed the inevitable. “I was in the Hunter’s plane for a party earlier.”

“For little Dean Winchester?” Crowley asked.

“Yes.”

Pamela poured out three shots. Each of the Providences raised a glass to the little Winchester for his birth then drank the shot down. “He’s going to be quite the handful when he gets older,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Handful how?” Lucifer asked.

“He’ll be the strongest Hunter you’ll ever come across,” Crowley said.

“And he’s going to screw with whatever plans you have, bro.”

“How do you know I have plans?”

Each of the Providences looked at Lucifer incredulously. “When do you not have a plan to screw with your brother?” Pamela asked. “But whatever that plan is, Dean is the wrench that gets thrown in it.”

“That little brat is going to screw up my plans?” Lucifer hissed. “Impossible. How?”

“Well, not now,” Crowley said. “Because that would be embarrassing if a baby was able to mess with you.”

Lucifer swiped his hand, knocking half the shot glasses and bottle of scotch off of the table. He grabbed the edge of the table. His whole body shook. “How… how long do I have?”

“Before he turns eighteen,” Gabriel said. “When a human becomes an actual adult.”

“Eighteen?”

“The big rite of passage from teenager to adult,” Pamela replied, reinforcing Gabriel’s statement. “But we have to go. This temperature is doing nothing for my skin.” She stood up from her seat and held her hand out to the Angel. “Gabriel, take me home,” she said.

“Of course.” He walked over to the Hunter and took her hand in his. “See you later, bro. And try think of a Plan B. And C. Actually, go down to N.”

“Leave,” Lucifer commanded. He did not have the patience for his brother’s antics.

Gabriel nodded and disappeared from the meeting room with Pamela in tow. Crowley left a few moments later. Even though he lived in the Hell plane, he liked being in the company of Lucifer and little as possible.

Lucifer paced back and forth in the bar. He was fuming. His brother basically told him that the plan that he had been working on for the past who knew how long was going to fail before he even put it into action.

He snapped his fingers, fixing all of the broken shot glasses and refilling the bottle of scotch. He poured himself a glass and took a seat. “Megan! Brady!”

The two demons appeared in the room moments later. “Yes, sir,” they responded.

“Get me a Human.”

“What?”

“Bring me a Human. And don’t kill it. I need it alive.”

“Any preference in the sex?” Brady asked.

“Just get me a damn Human. Now.”

The two demons disappeared in a blink. They reappeared right after Lucifer settled in a chair. They held a boy, who looked like he was in college, between them.

Lucifer walked over to the young adult, smirking. He tipped his gaze up with a finger under his chin, then he softly dragged the finger down his cheek. “What is your name?” He sounded so nice that it was hard for the person to feel anything but creeped out.

“Curt… Curtis.” The boy was too scared to lie. He broke eye contact with Lucifer, looking around and trying to figure out what was going on. “Where am I?”

“Don’t worry about that, Curtis.”

“Please. Don’t hurt me,” he pleaded.

“It’s okay,” he said, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You’re playing your part in an oncoming war.”

“I don’t… I just want to go home.”

“Oh, Curtis,” Lucifer smiled. “This is your new home. The way you’ve been treating all those other boys. You’d end up here sooner or later.”

“Where is here?”

“Sh…” Lucifer said, putting a finger to Curtis’ lips. “No more talking, Curtis. Just show me a vein.”

“What?”

Brady and Meg both reached up and pulled Curtis’ head back by grabbing his hair. It exposed the human’s neck to Lucifer. Meg reached into her back pocket and pulled out a knife. She held it out to Lucifer who took it with a smile.

“Brady, get a flask.”

“But the human.”

“He’s too scared to try and run. And besides that, he wouldn’t know where to go.”

Brady let go of the human and disappeared from the room. He reappeared holding a flask. He handed it to Lucifer. He then grabbed the human’s arm and pulled on his hair again.

Curtis looked at all of the evidence in front of him and he knew what was going to happen. “No,” he cried, struggling in the two demons’ grasps. “Please.”

“It will be okay, Curtis,” Lucifer said, running his fingers over Curtis’ brow. “It’ll only hurt for a second.”

“Then eternity,” Meg laughed.

Before Curtis could say anything else, Lucifer swiped his hand across the human’s neck severing his jugular veins. The blood sprayed all over his front side. He gathered as much blood as he could in the flask. In the end, it was only three-quarters full.

The two demons dropped Curtis’ body onto the table the moment he felt he was dead.

Lucifer snapped his fingers and three things happened at once: the body disappeared, his clothes were cleaned, and all the blood that spilled onto the table ended up in the flask. He then transported himself to his main office, taking his seat at his chair. He waited for the two demons to follow him. When they appeared, he tossed the flask to Brady.

“What do you want us to do?” he asked.

“You are going to kidnap the Hunter child.”

“What?”

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“You want us to sneak onto the Hunter plane and steal a child from one of the most heavily guarded areas on said plane?”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at his female henchman. “Should I find someone else who is more capable?”

“Oh, we can do it,” Brady said. “Just needed to make sure we knew exactly what you want us to.”

“I already said it.” He glared at the demons.

“Okay,” Meg said. “So we get the Hunter baby and then what? Bring him here?”

“Make him drink every, last drop of blood.”

“Why?” Brady asked.

“Stop asking questions,” Meg said, punching him in the arm.

“Because if he drinks this much blood, then he becomes human. Then you will be able to kill him. And once he’s dead, my plan will come into fruition.” The Demons waited for anything else that he had to say, but he was done. “Now, go.”

Meg and Brady left Lucifer alone without protest.

They found themselves on the outskirts of the gates of the Hunter plane. As long as they were there, they were safe from the Hunters’ ability to sense Demons.

“Let’s go,” Meg said, ready to charge through the gates.

Brady grabbed her arm before she could leave his side. “We need a plan,” he hissed. “We can’t just go barging in there like we own the place. They will demolish us without even breaking a sweat. We need a plan.”

“We know the plan.”

“I know. But it involves us first getting to that area of the plane.”

“I have no idea why Lucifer put you on the same level as me.” She grabbed onto Brady’s arm. “Let’s go.”

With a blink, the two of them appeared in Dean’s nursery. Brady stumbled on the rough landing. He looked around, trying to figure out exactly where he was. “How did we get here?”

“Questions later,” Meg whispered, contrasting Brady’s loud voice.

“How did you know how to get here?”

“Shut up, Brady,” Meg hissed, punching him in the chest. “You’re going to wake up every Hunter on this plane with your yapping.”

“Grab the baby,” Brady said, pointing to the sleeping baby in the crib.

“You grab the baby.”

“Grab the damn baby, Meg.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re a girl. Babies love girls.”

“I’m also a Demon. Demons hate babies.”

“Just grab the damn baby before the entire plane wakes up.”

“Fine,” Meg hissed. She slowly made her way to the baby. “Okay. Little Hunter baby, if even a drop of drool gets on me, I will snap your neck.”

“Well, you can’t do it until he drinks the blood.”

“I know that, idiot,” Meg said. She reached into the crib and picked up the wrapped baby. She almost dropped the baby when he started to move in her arms. She froze, waiting for him to stop. When she did, she glared at Brady who was trying hard to keep from laughing. “Shut up, and let’s go.”

“Yeah,” Brady agreed. “I’m starting to get a really weird tingly feeling in my body. I don’t like it.”

Meg grabbed Brady by the front of his shirt and transported them out of the room.

As soon as they set foot out of the gate, sirens blared throughout the Hunter plane. The search was on for the missing baby. As much as the Demons wanted to take a moment to celebrate, they knew that if they lingered, then there was a really high chance that they were going to be caught.

“We need to get out of here,” Meg said.

“Where are we going to go? Hell is the first place that the Hunters will check.”

“We’re going to the Human plane. We have to go now.” She grabbed his shirt again and they fell toward Earth.

After a couple of moments, they looked back and saw that the Hunters weren’t following them. They slowed their fall as the sense of urgency passed.

They landed in a field in Vermont. They hid in the shadows for a few minutes, making sure that they were safe from any threat of Hunter or Angel. No one had followed them down.

The Demons were surprised that through the entire ordeal, Dean stayed asleep in Meg’s arms.

“Grab the flask,” Meg said. She put the baby on the ground, not wanting to hold onto it anymore. She grabbed from Brady, not trusting the Demon’s hands and transformed the flask into a baby bottle. She knelt down and held it out to the baby. “Wake up, you little brat,” she said.

Immediately, Dean opened his eyes and saw that he was surrounded by a bunch of strangers. Tears formed in his eyes and he let out a loud cry.

Brady’s hands went to cover his ears. “Damnit, shut it up.”

Meg put the bottle in his mouth. Dean tried to push it out, but Meg held it there. The baby wasn’t strong enough to fight her. After a second, he started to drink the blood and the Demons were relieved. They were about to help Lucifer succeed with his plan, which meant that they were going to get special treatment from the boss.

They only had to wait for a few minutes before Dean drained the bottle. Then they could kill the baby, but they were rushed when they heard the sound of something nearing them.

“Who’s out there?” It was a female voice.

“Make sure he finishes,” Meg said under her breath. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a knife. She was preparing to attack.

“How am I supposed to do that?” Brady asked.

“I don’t know,” Meg hissed. “Tip the bottle more?”

“It doesn’t make a difference, Meg,” Brady hissed. He didn’t want to touch the baby or anything that he was holding. “Anyway, he’s almost done.”

“It’s not going to be fast enough. Hurry up.”

“I can’t change the viscosity of human blood.” The two of them watched as Dean finished the bottle. “Okay. He’s done,” he said as soon as the bottle was empty.

“Are you sure?”

He pulled the bottle out of Dean’s hands. “Do you see any blood left in this thing?” Brady tossed the bottle off to the side after the two of them glanced at it. Unknowing to them, there was still a half drop of blood that was stuck to the rim.

“Hey. Is anyone out there?” a male yelled when he heard the sound of glass shattering.

“Idiot,” Meg said, punching Brady in the chest. She let out a breath in a huff. “Hurry up and kill the damn thing.”

“Me?”

“I stole it, you kill it. Just snap it’s neck. It’s a baby.”

Brady let out a long sigh, conceding to the female Demon. He wrapped his hand around Dean’s neck, and other was put on his belly to hold him down. He was about to snap the baby’s neck when Dean grabbed as many fingers as he could and pulled and squeezed them, breaking the bones under them.

“Ah!” he screamed.

“Brady, shut up.”

“That little thing broke my fingers.”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” Meg said, pushing Brady out of the way. She was about to kill Dean when she saw two humans walking toward them. And it didn’t help that the baby and somehow crawled away from them. “Damnit. We have to go.” She slipped her knife into her back pocket.

“What? Why?”

“Because we have company.”

“Kill the Humans.”

“We kill the Humans, Hunters and Angels will know, then everything gets screwed up before it even starts. And Lucifer throws us on the rack.”

“Then just kill the baby.”

“We’re running out of time. We have to go. Besides, he’s Human,” Meg said. “If we don’t kill him now, we can set up a car accident later or something.”

“Lucifer will find out.”

Meg pushed Brady onto the floor. She grabbed a knife out of her back pocket and held it to his neck. “He’s not going to find out, is he?” she said. Brady shook his head slowly, not wanting the knife to dig into his neck. “Good boy. Now let’s go.”

The two of them vanished right before the two Humans broke into the clearing. “Anybody?” the female asked. “Rufus, do you see anyone?”

“No, I don’t.” The two of them continued to walk through the field. They stopped in their place when they heard the sound of rustling in the distance. “Missouri,” Rufus whispered. “Over here.” The two of them slowly and carefully made their way over to the source of the noise. What they found shocked both of them. “Somebody! There’s a baby out here!”

“Anybody!” Missouri yelled.

Just then, baby Dean wailed, hearing all of the noises going on around him. Without a second thought, Missouri picked up the baby and held him to her chest. “Sh…” she whispered. “It’s okay. Poor thing, you must be freezing.” She pulled her coat open and tucked the baby into it. She bounced up and down, rocking the baby back and forth. The baby immediately calmed and fell asleep against her. She looked up at her husband. “Rufus, what do we do?”

“I don’t know, Missouri.”

“Well, we can’t just leave him here. It’s a baby.”

“I can see that, Missouri.”

“Then what do we do?”

“We’ll take him home. Call the police and see if anyone lost a baby.”

“And then what?”

“If no one claims him, then we’ll take him in as ours.”

Missouri looked down at the baby in her arms. “Okay,” she whispered. She agreed with her husband’s plan, but she was already forming a connection with the boy. She knew that if someone claimed him, her heart would shatter into a thousand pieces. “Let’s go home.”

Rufus bent down and picked up a blanket that was a couple of feet away. He saw a name, a date, and a symbol that he didn’t recognize stitched in it. “Dean,” he whispered. He looked to his wife who was walking back toward the car. “Let’s go home, Dean.”

Part 2

Comments

[clay-roses.livejournal.com]

I really, really love the beginning of this, with Chuck's fumbling introduction; it really snatched my attention. Plus, it was a clever way to deliver salient facts about this 'verse you've created without having to weave it into the main body of the story. Also, the way that you're weaving the Hercules mythology into a more modern setting, and setting up the different planes of existance? Love. Great world building!

[dauntperplexity.livejournal.com]

Yeah, writing Chuck and the introduction was one of my favorite parts. I'm glad that you liked it.

I'm also glad that you liked the world I created. I wanted to make it new without deviating from the original story.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.