Prophets, Angels, and Dreams

Disclaimer; I don't own any of these characters.

Dean slept comfortably in his lover’s arms Alice spooned up in front of him staring at Jasper and Jasper spooned up behind him; right where Dean had put him after being serenaded to sleep if you call it that probably staring back at Alice. Dean was dreaming of earlier that day.

Alice had been picking flowers for yet another flower arrangement in the Cullen house and Jasper lounging close by sitting next to Dean upon the floor of the deserted driveway, back resting against the metallic form of his Impala, a couple of cans of beer cracked open and left to the side, a radio and your best friends by your side. What else could Dean want on the earth? Except for a shit load of cash and more beer… oh yeah and no more demon and angel bullshit of course...

Sure, Dean didn't warm to 60’s Cult classic Don't Fear the Reaper. It was over played. However, there was something in Jasper's voice that allowed Dean to listen whenever he sung along with it. At any rate, he would follow Jasper and Alice around the world on foot if Jasper or Alice asked him to. Dean knew playing the little worn out track for his friend wasn't going to kill him.

When Jasper failed to make vocal contact with the strum of the six-string for the next section of the song, Dean tilted his head at Jasper.

"Hm? S'up?" Dean asked shortly, folding his arms across the body of little Alice who had come and sat on Dean’s lap while both peered at the other boy beside them.

Jasper had an aura, a very being that was just relaxation incarnate. Watching him, listening to him and being around him could make Dean's tense spirit melt into a slouching purring liquid mass far better than any alcohol he'd ever drunk into his system could.

Alice was prone to visions, images in her mind where she would go silent and stare off into nothing with those endless dark eyes. And then, she would always turn and smile the smile she would only give to Dean and Jasper before starting to tell them of the image she had drawn together somewhere in the recesses of her mind.

"Hey Dean...do you ever get the image of Death in your mind?" Jasper asked as he shuffled across the ground to get closer to Dean and Alice his back against the Impala too now.

"Well?" Jasper continued.

Dean shrugged, before staring at the sky. Dean thought a bit I have died and gone to Hell; so not too scared of the reaper. That wasn’t true though not really Dean was deathly afraid to die again and go to Hell. He knew what was waiting for him; and after meeting Castiel and Uriel Heaven wasn’t looking any better.

"To hell if I know. Why?" Dean replied.
Jasper shrugged his lithe shoulders before leaning his head to lay it against Dean's, his eyes closing with a breezy sigh.

"Simply curious...You have no image of Death at all? No reaper? No skeleton, no fanged beings with white skin?"
Again, Dean only shrugged, which made Jasper shift his head. Until Dean slung an arm around his friend's neck to yank him over again playfully. “I saw a reaper. It was an ugly looking leachy guy. Sam and I got rid of his ass.”

Then Dean realized, it was a vision Alice had while picking flowers the one that sent her into his lap and now had Jasper asking all these strange questions. She must have seen a reaper coming; and Jasper was nervous. He could calm others but not himself he needed re-assurance.

“ But I'm telling you two right now, whatever the fuck this reaper is meant to be if it's a cloaked skeleton or whatever, it ain't taking my Jasper or Alice without a fight or without taking me too. You're souls are mine ya know, Jasper Hale and Alice Cullen. No fucking Grim Asshole is taking what's mine when he's going along with his scythe. He even dares it; I'm going to tell him where he can shove it."

Jasper and Alice looked at each other. Jasper couldn't help but smile. How could you not smile with a soul-mate as protective as Dean? That was a soul-partner, someone would look Death in the eye and tell them to get lost. It was all Jasper could do but chuckle and curl himself up closer to Dean. Not even death or Voultarie itself could touch him while he was in Dean's arms.

Dream Sequence Over

Dean woke with a start. He could feel Jasper right where he had put him pressed against the bed and Dean’s back pressed into him. Alice was gone. She was no longer lying in front of him on the bed and being that she is vampire there is no warmth left on the bed.

“Jasper where’s Alice?”

“Good night to you too Dean. Alice is helping Edward bring in our sleeping friends. She said, it would be a shame to wake them.”

“So Edward and Alice are carrying Bella, Sam, and Buffy in from the car?

“It would seem so, and then they’ll go back and get their gear.”

“You stayed with me. Why?”

“Dean, you were dreaming and I didn’t want you to wake up alone. Remember Alice and I promised you would never be alone again.”

Dean got up and went to the bathroom. Dean was bent over the sink, his shirtless back glistening with night-sweat, and tears shimmering on his cheeks. His body shook ever so slightly and it was impossible for Jasper to tell if it was from the cold water or being so upset.

"Dean," whispered Jasper. "Are you okay?"

"No." The word sounded so empty and scared that it seemed to echo off the bathroom walls. Whatever the dreams Dean Winchester dreamed this night had really gotten to him.

Jasper put an arm around Dean's shoulders and turned the faucet off. "Come on. We can go lie down and talk about it."
Once back on the bed Dean curled instinctively into Jasper. "I'm so scared Jasp." Then silence came. Jasper ran slender fingers through his friends' hair soothing him. At last when Jasper began to think that Dean had fallen asleep, he spoke; "I dreamed that Alice saw a reaper coming and you were both going to die Jasper. I don't wanna lose either of you. Not ever." More tears fell and Jasper kissed them away.

"I'm not going anywhere, you can count on that. I'll always be here for you. Nothings going to change that." Jasper's words held such promise, comfort, and certainty that there was no way Dean couldn’t believe him. Neither will Alice. Besides she’d see the thing coming and we would deal with it.

Dean buried his face in Jasper's neck and hugged him tighter. "I know that, but sometimes... sometimes the dreams are just too real ya know? I mean I know you're right here with me, but somehow part of me is still convinced that you died. Sometimes the dreams just don't wanna let me wake up and that's what scares me the most like the ones I had when I first came back from Hell." A shudder ran down his spine at his realization. "What if something happens to either of you?" he paused for a moment.

"What is it?"

"I can't live without you both. I need you too much. I can't lose you, not ever."

Jasper kissed Dean. He pulled the blankets over them and entwined his hand with Dean's.

Dean finally fell into a dreamless sleep. Jasper gave his hand a small squeeze. "We will always be here for you... we will always watch over you... I promise."

Meanwhile not too far form Forks High School

He fell through the air without a sound. His wings were beginning to tatter and burn. He hit the ground with such brute force that the sound could have been heard for miles.

He stood on weak legs and swore to the gods for the curse they had bestowed upon him. The retched demons they were shown clearly this day. It dawned upon him that now he was the demon to be hated and hunted by all of humanity. As I was in life so am I in death. On his weakened legs he wandered through the forest half stumbling half crawling. He heard a noise it didn't sound far. It sounded almost like… no it was. It was water, fresh water. He ambled towards it slowly. He must have become unconscious at some point in time because when his eye's opened it was dark. A boy stood before him no more than 16 years of age by the look of it.

"Okay mister lets get you some water. You look like you need it bad." The boy went to the stream and pulled out something from his pocket he dipped it in the stream and came back to him a moment later. "Here ya go drink all ya want"

“Thank you, boy. My is Noel and you are Eric.”

“How did you know my name?”

“I have been watching Forks for a long time Eric, and have come to save you all. Excuse me I have to find Dean Winchester.”

“Oh him, he is staying with the Cullen’s.”

“Thank you again Eric.”

Noel began walking on his unsteady legs to the Cullen’s when he heard the sound of a roar. Then of a man yelling, taunting his kill.

"This will be fun." Noel said to himself once again gliding from top to top defying gravity a grin spreading across his face.
Noel stalked his pray like that of a skilled predator. Silently laughing, anticipating the hunt. Again a roar sounded Noel took his chance and lunged at the man from the tree tops ripping the blade out of his fingers. Noel picked the terrified man up and slammed him against a tree feeling the body go limp and lifeless. Plunging his hand into the man's chest he ripped out his heart. The werewolf the man had been attacking ran off through the trees.

"Tonight the wolves can feed on your ungodliness." Noel said spitting on the heart with a look of disgust.

Noel saw several corpses in the woods of innocent blood this wasn’t good the seal. Rommel was going to depose Lilith and unleash Ariel. Ariel was Lucifer’s right arm that Lucifer himself had to banish, because he was going to take over Hell.
Off Noel went into his task of finding Dean Winchester. The prophet slash warrior was going to make heaven whole again, hell closed, and earth safe such a huge task for a mortal man.

The Cullen Estate

Noel arrived at the Cullen’s and was greeted by three vampires, a vampire slayer, and three mortals.
“Who are you and why are you here?”

“I am Noel, The Angel of Music, and I am seeking the Prophet/Champion Dean Winchester. The Arch Angel Michael sent me on the secret mission. I had to fall to get here without being noticed, and be of service to the Prophet.”

“Stop calling me that. It’s Dean. They sent me a musician.”

Noel smiled and continued, “Dean then, a traitor in heaven has come down and while his armies ravage heaven. Michael and Gabriel’s armies are holding them off. I was sent to help you stop him from releasing Ariel. Ariel is a fallen angel that Lucifer bound many centuries ago for trying to over throw Hell. If Ariel is released we won’t have to worry about the seals. He will open them all in one swift move.”

“So, how do we stop this traitor from letting this Ariel out?” Sam asked.

“Rommel keeps a ghoul (A mortal that is dead, but is re-animated and still has a soul). I believe he was a friend of yours Andrew. We find them and stop the ghoul from opening the crypt under the church. The ghoul has to open the crypt because a souled- being must release Ariel. Angels don’t have souls or free will.”

“I can’t believe poor Andrew can’t rest in fucking peace.” Buffy stated.

“He will. Where are we going?” Dean announced.

“We are going to Italy of course. The church is there and that is where Rommel will be.” Noel told them.

“Who’s coming?”

Sam, Buffy, Alice and Jasper stepped forward. Edward looked at a sleeping Bella.

“I cannot risk her life. She is too fragile.”

“Believe me Edward I understand. If I could convince any of these guys to stay I would but…”

“Good luck make sure you all come home.” Edward told them.

“Italy that means flying I don’t do planes well.” Dean told them.

“Don’t worry Dean I will keep you calm.” Jasper smiled.

“We’ll angel aren’t you going to chew my ass out about hanging out with vampires.”

“My name is Noel and why should I?”

“Castiel and Uriel take great pleasure in taunting our friend Ruby because even though she helps us stop the big bad once a demon always a demon.” Sam clarified for Noel.

“Well, first off it is none of their business who the Prophet... I mean Dean associates with as long as he completes his task. They shouldn’t even be interfering or speaking to you; unless you have asked them for assistance. It is not their mission to question, but to follow and in this case they were ordered to follow your orders as Gospel.”

“Not so much. They keep threatening to send him back to Hell.” Sam told Noel.

“So send them there first. You are the Chosen One. There is great power in you Dean Winchester just seek it out, focus it, and let it loose.”

They drove the rest of the way to the Seattle airport in silence. Dean contemplating what Noel had told him.

Italy- St. Catherine of Sienna Church

Rommel an angel who betrayed Heaven and couldn't wait any longer Andrew had been in there for far too long. What was he doing inside that church, anyway? Not praying, surely. God was asleep. Prayers went unanswered these days. So what was the ghoul Andrew up to?

Muttering a curse, the angel finally walked inside the building, hissing and covering his mouth and nose with a gloved hand when the overwhelming stench of gasoline assaulted his senses. "My God... Andrew, what are you doing?"
Andrew was at the altar, at the very front of the church, knelt as though in prayer. A container lay overturned at his side, no doubt the original source of the chemicals. Now, however, the gasoline reeked its stench from the carpet into the aisle, the very doorway in which Rommel stood, and every pew.

"...Andrew I am speaking to you?"

"Are you ready, Rommel?" Andrew's voice came from the front of the church, echoing eerily throughout the forsaken holy dwelling.

Rommel's heart was frozen in some clutching fear, not only at the tone of Andrew's voice but at what was intended to be done this night. "R-ready for what, Andrew did you find Ariel’s Crypt?"

"To make the angels cry, Rommel," came the reply, as Andrew stood regally, turning to face his master. "To make the angels cry."

Rommel had heard that phrase before. “Ariel?”

Andrew drew a cigarette from his trench coat pocket. An unnecessary vice for a being such as he, but an interesting diversion at times. And now, it was going to be a vital piece of Ariel’s brilliant plan. The skin that had been Andrew peeled off and the soul vanished and standing in front of Rommel was the key to the ultimate destruction of Heaven, Hell, and Earth rolled up in a beautiful package. His skin was golden, eyes emerald green, hair black as a raven’s wing, and wings so white. They glimmered.

"Are you ready, Rommel? Are you ready to see the angels cry?" After a quick glance at an angelic pane of the stained-glass window, Ariel found his lighter.

Rommel gasped in fear. "Ariel--! You cannot!"

"Can't I?"

"You--this entire church will burn!"

Ariel's eyes were as icy as his tone. "Yes, Rommel. Every. Single. Black. Stone.

Rommel watched numbly as Ariel flicked the lighter open.

The stunned angel took a long look at Fallen Ariel, hardly daring to believe that the winged beauty was so willing to throw aside his life, simply to get his Maker's attention.

Ariel kept his eyes trained on the small object in his left hand. His clothes, Rommel suddenly realized, were soaked in gasoline.

"Ariel--!"

"Rommel? If you value your life run, and if you value mine stay." He slipped the cigarette between his thin lips.

Rommel took one last glance at this magnificent angel fallen or no he was glorious, then turned and fled as he saw Ariel’ s thumb come to rest on the lighter s tip.

“Why? I released you to get revenge.” He yelled to the Fallen from the door.

“Ha, ha, I want to go home. I miss my Father. I need His words, warmth, and love. I want to come into His Glory and be forgiven. He forgives mortals. He can forgive me. Can’t He?”

Rommel's eyes opened slightly wider in mild surprise "The Father has never forgiven a Fallen.”
He shrugged, and lit the cigarette.

Rommel was thrown across the deserted parking lot by the earth-shaking blast. He turned, and saw that the entire building was already up to its steeple in fire. The flames licked the structure thirstily, and the angel raised his eyes to watch it in complete horror. But it got worse.

The doors, which Rommel hadn't bothered to close in his flight, suddenly flew away from the church and landed in the blazing bushes to the sides of the building.

Rommel gasped. "Ariel you fool you had power and beauty."

From the fiery interior stepped the inorganic angel Ariel, his arms spread as though to beckon to plead to be forgiven. He was on fire but not burning.

"Ariel!"

The fallen angel laughed wildly. He stepped out of the church and looked to the sky. "Father!!!" he screamed loudly, once. There was no pain in his tone; he was no longer begging for his God’ s love like a dog. His voice was strong, and rang with a challenge. It was not a plea. It was a dare.
Then Ariel's gaze fell on Rommel.

"Ariel!" breathed again, unsure of whether to be relieved or terrified as the fallen angel came forward menacingly.
With each step Ariel took toward Rommel, another flame dissipated to the wind. By the time he was standing at Rommel’s side on the pavement, he wasn't even smoldering, and he looked as beautifully perfect as ever. Only something in his eyes said that he was angry.

"Tsk, tsk. Rommel, you missed it. You didn't see, but I did. The angels were crying."

Rommel's eyes widened and watered in fear. Ariel's tone was very soft and soothing, and that was never a good sign. His expression was friendly, but his eyes were blazing more brightly than the church behind them.

"Rommel? Your dagger, please."

Rommel's hand shook uncontrollably as he struggled to take the knife from its hilt at his side. Tears fell from his face to the blade. "I told you Ariel. He never forgives us..."

"Rommel, you left me to die alone. Why would you do that?"

"I-I-I oh God Ariel..."

"Oh? I do, Rommel. I do." Ariel took the dagger from Rommel's iron-like grip with mild difficulty, and he pointed the blade accusingly between the young angel s eyes. "Do you want me to tell you?"

"P-p-p-pleasssse..."

"Because," Ariel said in his usual cheery tone, not raising his voice over Rommel's pleading sobs, "you love your life more than you love mine."

"No, but I let out of the crypt."

"Did you? I thought it was the mortal I crawled out of Andrew. And if you love yourself more than you love me--"

"I don't! I s-swear it!"

"--then there can only be one reason. You must be more beautiful than I."

"No! There is none--there is none m-m-more b-b-beautiful than you--"

"Please, Ariel—I betrayed Heaven and Hell to get you released."

"Please what, Rommel? Let you keep your pathetic life? I'm not going to kill you."

"But, of course," Ariel went on, folding his arms and looking at the sky, "I must make sure you will never piss me off to me again."

Ariel looked down, touching Rommel’s damp back with pale slender fingers, his long black nails careful not to scratch the flawless skin. "I know, Rommel. I know." He raised the dagger.
After a while, the pain had almost gone away. He was feeling much better, but there was still a dull thump of a backache left.

"Rommel? Are you still with me?"

"Yes.”

"Ah! See? Didn't I tell you, Rommel? You will never piss me off again, because wingless boys can't rule." It was the truth. There wasn't so much pain as a dull thump now, where before there had been a sharp stabbing sensation, just where his wings had been.

“Now let’s go we have plans to make and as the angels wept for my dark fate I caught a glimpse of Noel. He has come down from Heaven to help the Prophet save the world. The Almighty created the world in seven days. I will end it in same time.”

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