Supernatural
Fiach watches Sam and Arbeda, asleep at the other end of table, out of the corner of his eye, making sure the two are alright. Cas is curled up on the sofa, Ymems perched on the arm. Bobby has wheeled himself into the other room and Dean is the only person still asleep in the house.
'Are you alright?' The cheetah whispers, stalking nearer to his human.
Dean glares at him for a second before dropping the facade and frowning. 'Of course, I'm not alright. I'm going to find Death tomorrow, we have no way of getting Lucifer in the Cage and the only angels on our side are either dead or Fallen.'
Fiach sighs, resting his head on Dean's leg. 'I'm sure it'll work out. It always does.'
Dean raises an eyebrow and the two are silent for a while. Cas snores lightly and Sam's head lifts slightly. Arbeda's tail stretches slightly to reach Fiach's and, reassured, the dog and her human fall back to sleep.
Turning back to Dean, Fiach raises his head, looking his human in the eye. 'We'll gank the devil, Dean.'
The hunter smirks. 'You make it sound so easy.'
'It will be.' Fiach grins.
Arbeda's eyes blink open, the pitch black dog shaking herself awake. She tries to think on the last year and a half but she cannot remember. The last thing she remembers is toppling into Cage, trapped inside Kokab's small form. She whines, head turning until she spots Sam, resting on the bed.
'Sam!' She shouts, running across the room to jump on top of him. He reacts just in time, catching her as she lands. He runs his hand through her fur, obviously remembering as much as her. 'Sam, are you alright?'
'Yes. Yes, I'm fine.' He holds her close, burying his face in her neck. 'What happened?'
'I don't know.' She mutters, tail wagging back and forth. 'But we need to find Dean and Fiach.'
Sam nods, struggling to his feet, Arbeda jumping to the floor next to him. The two move through the house, picking up speed as they hear their siblings. Arbeda bursts into the room, jumping toward Fiach and knocking her brother over. The cheetah lets out a yelp, wrapping his body around her. Dean and Sam are stood in the middle of the room, Dean's arms wrapped around Sam's shoulders.
They are home. Everything's fine.
Angel dæmons are different to human dæmons. Ymems has no form in Heaven, just an extension of Castiel's Grace. However, when they take Jimmy as a Vessel, his iguana dæmon shifts, changing into a Merlin Falcon with blue eyes. Castiel had glanced once at his dæmon's form before flying away.
Now, as a human, with Ymems the only one able to fly, he pays more attention to her form. The curvature of her beak, the flecks on her wings, so like his used to be.
She doesn't say anything, not while they're Falling, not while they're living on the streets. Not when April lets them into her home nor when she gets a sword and puts it through his chest.
He feels Ymems begin to fade before he himself drifts off. He tries to cling to his dæmon, the small bird he is only beginning to know. But the world is fading to black, he is going to see his father.
Something bright cuts through the darkness, similar to something he has seen twice, three times before. He blinks awake, looking at the face above him, feeling Ymems reform on his lap.
'Fiach.' Ymems says, her first words ever. 'Dean.'
Kevin stares at the Tablet, trying to make some sense out of it. Kusoma crawls over his hand, trying to look at the gaps between his fingers and translate it herself. He moves his arm away, letting her see the whole thing, scuttling from one corner to the next to try and read the Word.
'Got anything?' He whispers, trying not to wake the other people on the Bunker. Dean would kill him.
'No. Nothing.' The ant tilts her head, looking up at her human. 'Just repeats of what we've already seen.'
Kevin nodded, moving his hand back so she can crawl on, heading up his arm and under his shirt. Kusoma emerges by his collarbone, resting against it, out of view.
'We've been looking at it for six hours.' Kevin moans, dropping his head into his hands, careful not to drop his chin too much as squash his dæmon.
'Don't move, Kev.' Kusoma perks up, looking down at the tablet. 'Something about Hell Knights.'
Kevin smiles, moving one arm to the pad of paper so he can write what she is reading. Finally, they have something to tell Sam and Dean, they can help.
Kevin and Kusoma aren't useless.
Kokab watches Lucifer's face, watches him wearing the mud monkey Nick. Her angel looks stupid, shoved down into the primitive, flawed form that is already starting to fade. The butterfly, blue morpho if Nick's dæmon is correct, flutters over to land on Lucifer's shoulder, wing brushing against his neck.
'Arbeda's coming.' She whispers, the words emotionless as always. Time in the Cage has stripped her of any expression.
'So's Sam.' His voice conveys both their emotions; glee, excitement and worry. Although they are happy to meet their Vessels again and want them to see the rising of Death, they know Sam and Arbeda don't like them so probably won't care for their little show. Plus, with Sam comes Sam's brother and his annoying cheetah dæmon. If Dean wasn't need for Lucifer's showdown with Michael, the archangel would've smote him ages ago.
'That would have upset Sam though.' Kokab says, wings fluttering twice.
'Do you care?' He mutters, looking up at the demons assembling themselves.
'No, but you do. Besides, we need consent.'
Lucifer's head turns at the sound of an explosion. That's not good. 'Somehow, I think consent might be a bit harder to get.'
Kokab laughs once, wings twitching.
Gabriel waits by the Impala, watching the door for Sam and Dean to come running out. Evdoe sits on his shoulder, hoping from foot to foot. He raises a hand, trying to calm the magpie. He jumps when he feels another archangel, nearby.
'Lucifer.' Evdoe whines, flying from his shoulder towards the building. He almost follows but instead allows her to tug at the bond, trying to reach their brother. 'C'mon Gabe, Luci's in there.'
'Killing our friends.' He mutters, glaring at her, wings frantically flapping. 'Threatening the Winchesters.'
She scoffs, whirling around to face him. 'You have a soft spot for them. They remind you of-'
'Shut up.' He says, before she mentions whichever siblings she knows will upset him. 'They are human. I have a soft spot for humans is all.'
She laughs, spiralling around his head. 'Our brother's will wipe humans off the planet. What do think about that?'
His hand whips out, grabbing her wing. He feels the pain but doesn't let go. 'What do you want? Why are you doing this?'
Loki's dæmon tilts her head. 'I want you to make a choice, archangel. Choose a side.'
Gabriel lets her go, heading towards the hotel.
Multum rests on the Hellhound, watching Crowley make the latest deal. She smirks when he forces the homophobe to kiss him, to seal the deal. Her demon always likes dealing with the prejudice ones, just to bring them down a few pegs.
As the man walks off, she hops down, rushing to his side. She enjoys the literary agent's polecat dæmon, it's stylish.
'What did he want?'
'Money.'
'Boring.' She sighs, resting around his shoulders. 'We need something more interesting.'
He turns, beginning to walk about. 'Haven't you clocked him, yet?'
'The angel?' Multum says, straightening up. 'Of course. You really think he's something to do with them?'
'The Winchesters? Definitely. You can smell that Chevrolet car from here.'
She chuckles as they disappear, arriving in their meatsuit's wonderful house. She hops onto the counter, checking the Colt is still in it's drawer before turning to look at her demon.
'Once the archangel's out of the way, we'll take over, correct?'
'Of course. Why what else we you thinking would happen?'
He sinks into the chair, letting her rest on his lap. They wait until nightfall, until they hear the Winchester 'break in'.
Demon and dæmon grin at each other.
Sentis perched on the rafters above Castiel's bed. Ymens is on the rafters next to him, curled up in a next Meg made for her. The crow takes off, flying once around Ymens and twice over the angel's dozing form before heading straight out the door.
He glides through the corridors, checking in on the other patients just to keep up appearances. Meg is in the garden, scratching some demon repellers on the wall. They have to be very specific, so Meg herself isn't banished.
'How's it going?' Sentis says, resting in the tree next to, the one she is hiding behind.
'The pictures Bullwinkle sent are blurry but I think I'm done. If I disappear, scratch them off.'
He laughs, and she raises an eyebrow, the actress' face lighting up. They turn as the sky starts darkening, nodding once at each other before heading back into the hospital, straight towards Castiel's room. Meg sits next to the bed, reading a magazine and Sentis flies to settle with Ymens in the nest.
Lightening flashes outside and Ymens shudders. Sentis watches her, wondering what is wrong when there's another flash and the falcon wakes, pressing his beak to hers.
'Hello Oddsbody.'
Of all the creatures Bobby has ever faced, ghosts still scare him the most. He doesn't know if it's due to the stories his mother used to tell him, the one time a gist grabbed hold of his heart but he thinks it's the fact that they don't have dæmons. That just unnerves them.
'Focus, Singer.' Patrino's voice comes from beside him, the badger bearing her teeth at the spirit. 'Gank the ghost, then you can worry about ghosts' souls.'
He nudges her with his foot, sending her towards the bag before raising his gun to shoot the ghost with salt. He's dug the grave but the ghost is angry and he can't stop shooting to do the salt and burn. Patrino grabs the salt, unscrewing the lid with her and tipping it over the skeleton.
'Can't strike a match.' She shouts, picking up an iron bar and jumping at the ghost. Bobby scrambles to grab the matches, striking one and dispelling the ghost, breathing heavily as it disappears.
Patrino scrambles over to him, dropping the iron bar. 'Let go home.'
He nods, picking her up. He doesn't understand why anyone would stay a ghost, if it's without their dæmon.
When Ama first settles, everyone is confused. Why does Chuck Shurley, the shy, unassuming writer get a lion dæmon. The teenager just shrugs, wrapping his small form around her larger one. He doesn't understand it either.
The years go on and he still doesn't understand. People meet him and expect him to be fierce, a leader, but he always has to disappoint them. When the Winchester arrive at his house, their dæmons cower for a bit before they realise that Ama is more scared of them than they are of her.
The angels don't like Ama. He doesn't know if it's something to do with their silent dæmons because, really, he doesn't understand angels. Especially not the short, brown haired one with the magpie dæmon who shows up to drink with him when the visions are particularly bad.
He doesn't understand the things he writes, sometimes in English but mainly Hebrew, Latin or Enochian. He doesn't understand why he's a prophet. He doesn't understand Ama's form.
Then his dead angel drinking buddy turns up at his door, with the bright light that enters the prophet's heart. Then Chuck understands, understands everything.
A lion is fitting for the Lord of All.