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[paris]

Sort of rendition of Paris



Cas!

And a Quick Fic,the idea was rolling around my head. It's season 4 based, not intended to be canonical in really any way. More of how I saw Paris being incorporated on the show. The whole Sam stuff is more to bond her closer to the brothers in a way I guess.

“Archers! At the ready!”

Tilting her head away she nervously rubbed her thumb on the smooth wood feeling on her silver bow. A nudge to her back startled her and a silver arrow shape glimmered across the string in her fingers.

“You’ll do well to pay attention now.” She felt her cheeks warm hearing the hard voice behind her. Castiel was an experienced fighter, he’d been in wars before, he knew what he was doing here. She was lost, but supposed the rest of the Cupids in her squadron were too. She sensed him walking away and let out a breath, her eyes stung with saltwater tears and she shook it off.

“Aim!”

Raising her arms into the natural stance she’d inherited, she swallowed the lump in her throat, the whistling and heat from fire across the way dried her out.

“Fire!”

Releasing the arrow, she could see it in her blind state, fly across the plains and lodge itself in the throat of a demon.

“Reload!”

A tear slid down her cheek, landing on the ground next to her foot. The spot where it had landed a small green plant sprouted, pink flowers weighing down the single branch, a bleeding heart flower.

* * *

Waking with a start, Paris, gasped and dry sobbed. She sat up, holding the sheet around her torso as she took deep ragged breaths. She pushed her hair back, closing her eyes for a brief moment. The firey nightmare haunted her still, she opened her eyes and wiped her forehead. The lumpy figure in bed next to her didn’t stir as she quietly slipped out of bed, grabbing the first thing she found, a men’s button up shirt. Pulling it on she buttoned it slowly, hands trembling, crossing her arms, she moved slowly to the balcony.

Sliding the door open she closed it slowly behind her, trying not to wake him as she sat on the metal bench there. Rubbing her forehead, she kept her eyes open, not wanting to recall the dream at all. She sat there for a good hour, the sun rising. She felt the warming rays peeking over the horizon. For the umpteenth time she wished she could see it. Just one sunset. She knew it had to be as beautiful as everyone always said it was. She reminded herself that she was lucky in a sense, blind since birth, there were people who had to hold onto memories of things after going blind later in life. Sighing she turned her head as the door slid open and a soft touch on her shoulder was followed by a kiss on top of the head. He dropped into the bench next to her, she reached out, touching his leg, he must have put on jeans. He softly pushed her hair back over her ear, a concerned look on his face, the feeling resonating in his voice when he spoke.

“Everything okay? I heard you tossing and turning. “ She nodded, putting on a smile, a tired one was all she could manage.

“I’m fine. Just a nightmare, recurring one, nothing major.” She waved her hand a little, shaking her head. Leaning over she kissed him lightly, patting his hand. She knew it wasn’t reassuring at all, but it was all she was going to say, he didn’t’ push it. “Sorry, I took your shirt.” She frowned a little.

“No, no, it’s fine, I don’t need it, I don’t have to meet Dean until 10.” His fingers brushed over her cheek lightly, “you’re freezing, come back in.”

“Yeah…is there a coffee pot?” She asked, standing. She didn’t even realize she had been shivering. He put a hand on her back, guiding her back in.

“ Yeah, I’ll make it, you just sit.” He assured, he started to protest, but sat anyways. Pulling the blanket around her bare legs she blinked. Tension hung in the air, she didn’t want to, or know how to break it. A knock on the door startled her. Sam raised an eyebrow at the door and palmed the gun that had been sitting under the jeans on the dresser. Looking through the peephole he clicked the gun and opened the door.

“Sam, we got a problem…” Dean said, hands in his pockets. Sam glanced back at the bed where Paris was sitting, shivering a little. He put the safety back on the gun and set it back on the dresser, leaning out in the hall.

“Dean, can this wait? Paris is a little shaken…”

“What? Were you guys attacked?” Dean said alarmed, body tensing to spring into action.

“No, no, nothing like that, just a bad nightmare…Dean, she was muttering military commands, said something about archers? Even mentioned Cas…” Sam shook his head. “I mean, how would she know?”

Dean scratched his head and glanced in and looked around. “Okay, look, I called Bobby last night…”

“Dean…” Sam said warningly, “she’s not a demon, she’s just a woman, why is that so hard-“

“Sammy, she’s a cupid.” Dean said, shutting Sam up.

“What?” Sam said, moving out the door more.
“Look, something felt…weird about her alright? And the thing with the fighting dogs, and the couple yesterday. Bobby called around, he thinks she’s a cupid, a sort of demigod. Did she have a winged heart mark somewhere?” Sam said nothing, recalling the tattoo on her upper back of a wing spread heart. Dean nodded, knowing what the silence meant. “But he doesn’t think she pulled anything on you, from what Bobby said, it takes two to tango, and Cupid’s can’t pull anything on themselves. “

“Oh, that’s really reassuring…” Sam said sarcastically. The shrill sound of a cell phone ringing made them all jump, and check their pockets. Paris’s eyes widened and she paled more, picking the phone up, putting it to her ear. She said something in a different language, then listened quietly.

Sam pulled Dean into the room and started gathering his things, putting the coffee on. Paris dropped the phone, face drawn.

“Paris? Are you okay? Look, I can kick Dean back out if you need privacy-“

“My parent’s are dead. Sudden, heart attacks, both of them. I’ve been drafted. The call has been put out.” She said blankly, her pale eyes staring at nothing as they watered. “The war is beginning.”

“What did she say?” Dean said, narrowing his eyes.

“ The war on the celestial plains is beginning. You two will receive your call soon. Divided you will be. “ Sam looked at Dean, who was still staring at her.

“What, is this some, cupid thing?” He asked incredulously.

“You figured that out? The Heavens chose well.” She remarked, sliding off the bed and standing, starting to unbutton the shirt, startling the brothers. As she took it off, a sort of toga fell out from under it, a waist cincher of leather matched the archery bracers on her arms. “Cupids are put on the earth, raised by mortal parents. The death of my parents is my draft notice. We’re the archery fleet for Heaven.” She hugged her arms, teary.

Looking up suddenly at Sam, an eerie look in her pale eyes, “This is goodbye, perhaps forever. “ Moving forward she put the shirt in his hands, head tilted up, trying to look him in the eyes in a manner. “I put no charm on you. I never wanted to.” She kissed him softly on the lips and looked away. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you myself.” He reached out to touch her arm but she stepped away, moving to the door. She paused briefly at Dean’s side. “You were well chosen. “ She turned her face towards him, “you’re faith will be tested further. You will lose that which is most precious to you, pay the ultimate price, but will be rewarded.” She kissed her fingertips and touched his cheek. “There is much you have to learn.”
With a soft look back towards Sam, she moved out of the door. The brothers stood in silence for a moment before both going to the door at the same time. Looking down the hallway, there was no one in either direction, the Cupid Paris had vanished.