Fandom Prophets and Angels \\ Supernatural Roleplay // 1x1

[TarantulaHawk]

Something was moving around in his mind more than usual. It wasn't so much a thought as it was a curious question that he had a feeling was going to be answered sooner than later. A lot had been going on and he was pretty good at keeping tabs on everything, but even he had to admit all of the cases that Sam and Dean both had been ending up having to take care of were almost too many. Ghosts, dijinn, ghouls, demons and even lower-class angels were only a few of the species that they had encountered as they traveled around that week. They were all overly aggressive compared to normal and Castiel knew why. So did Sam and Dean.

Two more prophets had been dug up and the world was out of whack over them. Everything and everyone wanted them more than anything else in the entire universe, it seemed. It wasn't much of a guess as to why, though; whoever had them had the control over peace in the world and that was a dangerous thing. That was why, along with the tedious and plentiful cases, all of them had to keep an eye out for any female who seemed strange compared to others. Then again, to Castiel, most females looked the same. But he could feel their differences mentally and that was what kept him on edge. There could be any woman anywhere in the world that could be their goal. But the fuzzy feeling growing in the back of his mind told them that one of them was closer than they initially thought. He'd keep his eye out. He'd know the moment he saw her.

"What, Cas?" Dean's voice made the angel focus on the rear-view mirror from where he was stiffly sitting in the back seat, catching the reflection of Dean's face in the mirror, "Feel weird? Got a hit or something?"

"Not quite." Castiel said, blinking slowly and then narrowing his eyes after a moment, "You'll be the first to know when something happens."​

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She couldn't imagine a better way to spend her Saturday, honestly - on the well-manicured grass lawn of the local college campus, surrounded by her friends, laughing and talking and singing. Well, if one could call what they were doing even singing. It was more like screaming words at the top of their lungs and acting like complete idiots in public. But it was a nice release from the struggles of life and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Girl hold up now, don't you know you're beautiful," the guys laughed their way through the lyrics to the country-pop song playing on the bluetooth speaker, "and it's easy to see..."

Dahlia, from her weird position (on her back, her rear up against a tree and her legs in the air, crossed at the ankles), whipped her fist around and started to mock-sing with her friends the next line - "If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be, baby just let it be!"

"Stop, stop," one of her best friends, a dark-skinned guy by the name of Jules, waved his hands and coughed hard through his laughter as he clutched his stomach, "I'm gonna vomit if I laugh any harder!"

They all started laughing and Dahlia grinned to herself, staring up at the leaves on the large tree she was resting herself against. The sunlight filtered through the leaves and what little beams reached her made her yellow crewneck sweater and matching yellow leather boots even brighter. Everything was perfect in that moment and nothing could change how she'd remember it, and she knew that confidently.

"Let's listen to something other than shitty new country." One of the girls there, Valerie, suggested, grabbing the phone that was hooked up with the bluetooth speaker.

After a moment of subsiding laughter and no music, a song came blaring on and the girls (and one of the guys, quite obviously effeminate) grinned at each other, laughing and squealing happily. The rest of the guys laughed and watched the girls as they messed around, humming to what little of the song they knew.

"He's a one-stop shop, makes my cherry pop," Dahlia found her voice a bit louder than the others who were singing, even with her constant giggling, "He's a sweet-talkin', sugar-coated candyman!"
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[Soleil]

Lana busied herself wiping down a table as the last of the customers left for the night. It was closing in on 2 am, and her body ached from the lack of sleep she had gotten the night before, though she kept her mind focused on the solitary action of getting these tables cleaned before her boss noticed her sluggishness. She yawned into the back of her hand before throwing the old dish rag over her shoulder and made her way behind the bar, reaching under the counter and flipping off the overhead lights. She pushed her hair back and ran her fingers through it, collecting the empty bottles that had been scattered all over the counter from her patrons. The broken bottles and drunken threats had been enough to set her off, though she always bit back the harsh words that formed in her mouth - while leaving her in a familiar foul mood.

When she was done, she gathered her things and made her way back towards the kitchen. She couldn’t wait to get home and sleep the next twelve hours until her next shift. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said to her co-workers before bolting towards the door. She didn’t notice the dark silhouette as she walked through the parking lot, not until it stepped out from behind a parked car, approaching her slowly. She stopped short, looking at dark figure. “Sorry, we’re closed.” She said, trying to remain friendly though her patience was running thin. This wasn’t the first time she's had weirdos haunt around the outside of the restaurant, Lana never had a problem fending them off before and she wasn’t about to start now. She felt a deep unsettling in her stomach however when the figure stopped moving, it was like he was just watching her. "Hey buddy, if you don't.." She started before the shadow moved, becoming a solid body as it lashed out at her. The grip around her wrist made her cry out, before she was tugged forward to the ground.

Gabriel landed this role of trickster many centuries ago, though back then they had a different name for it. He found it easy to slide in with the other deities, as they were open to others of their kind. He had left Heaven with one sole purpose. Peace. Peace from the never ending battles between his brothers. He had obeyed his father's commands tirelessly for thousands of years, until it seemed his father wasn't making the orders anymore. He wasn't sure when this shift happened, he only knew when the fighting did. Sides were drawn, and trust was lost. He couldn't fill the rift between his family, and he wasn't about to choose sides against either. So he left to live among his father's creations. Earth was his escape, and it had been quiet for many years until meeting the Winchesters. The appearance of these two brothers, Sam and Dean, had seemed to start a chain reaction - which lead him now to this point.

He was standing on the front lawn of some college campus. After being sidetracked by the two brothers, he was now more interested in getting back to work. Being a trickster that is. He found that campuses were usually the height of where he needed to be with all the student-teacher relationships, hazing by older students.. it was a hotbed for people needing to be taken down a peg. Insert him. He wore a long white lab coat and carried several files in his arms - to keep up appearances only since these files were in fact empty. His role this time was a substitute chemistry and bio professor, and while he spent little time in an actual classroom, no one seemed to notice him or question his presence there. He was lost in thought about some fraternity guy he was looking into when a group of students caught his attention. Not just the students, but one in particular. There was something off, and a few moments later he realized why. Her singing, while loud and obnoxious, was one many had been searching for..​

 

[TarantulaHawk]

He could feel it. He could feel the one they were looking for. As they pulled into the parking lot, Castiel quickly found himself out of the car and heard the remnant murmur of an annoyed Dean fading away from him. Blue eyes narrowed, scanning the lot as the impala pulled around and parked in the peripherals of his vision and turned off the headlights. They were sitting and waiting. Not that they were going to have to wait long, Castiel knew. Seconds later did a girl walk right by him, through the front doors of the business - it hit him like something heavy, but heavy enough for an angel to actually feel. That was the one they were looking for. He wasn't sure what he expected her to look like, but the way she looked was a little above average. The angel took in the details of her face, clothing and body before blinking again - miliseconds that he would keep in mind in case something happened to her.

And of course, something did. Castiel moved forward as the stranger, a demon, came from out behind a car and went straight for her. She was almost thrown to the ground, her cry sounding every little alarm inside of the angel's body. She was the prophet, after all, so such reactions within himself didn't alarm him or bother him. As he approached, he came up from behind and reached around the demon's face, grasping tightly as he flooded the creature with grace. It was more than enough to kill the demon, but he wanted to make sure they would get their hands on the person they had been looking for. One of two, anyway.

"I hate you guys," one of the boys laughed, flushed in the face and obviously embarrassed, "I'm gonna get the hell outta here."

"Aww, are you ashamed we're killing your masculinity?" Valerie asked, pushing out her bottom lip in a playful pout.

"Yeah, nothing like virgin masculinity to really make a boy into a man." Dahlia snorted.

The guy's face got even more red and the others laughed, but a few of the guys got up and left with him. The remaining couple of people laughed at the sight of his friends pushing him around and mocking him, two waving goodbye to the rest of the group. After they left, Dahlia and her friends stayed there, laughing and singing and just messing around.

"Hey, throw this away for me, would you?"

Dahlia huffed as a stack of papers was laid on her face and she inhaled deeply, exhaling as hard as she could to blow them off of her face. "What the hell? Since when am I the garbage man?"

After not getting a response, as the others were distracted, she sighed and rolled over, getting onto her knees and shaking her head. She was lightheaded for being upside down for so long. She gathered the papers, and looked them over briefly to realize it was an old draft for some sort of research essay. With a sigh, she got up with all of the papers in hand. Her eyes then located a trash can. As she walked over to it, she saw a man standing nearby. He was staring rather intently and it made her stomach twist for some reason. It was weird, being stared at, so she did her best to just avert her eyes and go to the trash can. Though, she could feel his golden eyes burning holes in her.​

 

[Soleil]

Intense fear filled her body as Lana was almost completely thrown to the ground. Her wrist stung from the awkward angle it was now at, and adrenaline quickly coursed through her. She flinched as a sliver of light passed his face, revealing black inhuman eyes. She gasped, tugging on her arm as she tried to free herself from his grasp. It didn't work, it only seem to spur things on for him and his sickening smile was enough to make her empty the content of her dinner on his shoes. "Get off me you creep." Her voice was hoarse, and wavered slightly. What was she going to do? With him being twice her size, she had little chance of making it through this unscratched. Her body was on the brink of panic when the man's grip loosened, freeing her. She stumbled away, looking back to see a bright light shining through the 'man' as it flooded his entire body. Her mouth hung there, staring until the light faded along with the guy.

"Cas what the-" Dean said as he jogged to keep up with his friend. He saw the body laying on the ground beside a shell-shocked woman. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked as he approached the two.

"What the hell are you!" Lana half screeched, half hissed at the dark haired man standing above her - completely ignoring the other guy who had just appeared. Maybe on a better day she would've thanked the man who just saved her from a mugger who, and let's just face it, wasn't human. She clutched her wrist tightly to her chest, staring up at the two men. No matter what the answer was, she was sure she wouldn't like it and she eyed her car for a quick escape.

Gabriel remained there, staring at the girl who was laying freely in the grass for several more moments. Even he had to admit it was bordering on creepy, but something kept his legs from moving. She was a prophet after all, and something about that fact would always keep her tied with angels, which in this case happened to be him. It was hard wired into him, something he couldn't shake especially as an archangel since it was their duty to protect them. But he wasn't in heaven, it wasn't his job anymore - though his body didn't seem to get the memo. He felt like he had been rammed into a brick wall, though of course it was more like a mental block which was preventing him from moving.

It wasn't until he saw her crossing the lawn and towards him that he felt the bonds around him lift, why was she coming over here? Though a second later realized she was only headed towards a nearby trash can. Right. He shook off the initial shock of it all, reminding himself he had nothing to do with her or others of her kind. He wondered who would be assigned to her instead, but quickly distinguished the thought. It was unlikely anyone in heaven knew who she was, otherwise they would've found her by now instead of running around in search of information on her. How was it possible she was able to hide from them? He couldn't stop the curiosity, and it ate at him slowly. "You're in my chem 102 class right?" He asked more or less ignoring the obvious conquences of simply just talking to her. Even he knew the lie was somewhat absurd, of course he didn’t have a single class at this campus but it was likely she wouldn't question it.​