Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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Thanks to Nick @ Fidelius for the fabulous mini-profile. Everything else was created by our own staff. If we missed someone please let us know.
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“37 bucks?” Lucas murmured to himself half disappointed half annoyed. What was wrong with people these days? How on earth did they expect him to survive if he had to base his living on that? It was days like these that made pick pocketing a measly profession. He threw the wallet into a thrash can as he walked by it still annoyed. He sighed, well it seemed that he was about to spend another night in his car. Well technically it wasn’t his car; the ride was stolen as well. Not that it mattered it was getting dark soon and the last thing Lucas needed was to bump into some nut or two in a strange city with nothing but stolen goods. Yeah he’d love to try to explain that to the police.
He took a sharp turn to the left as he walked through one of those small and creepy alleyways that usually end as crime scenes sooner or later. Quite frankly the only reason why he was using this alley was that it shortened roughly ten minutes walking time from the park to the parking lot where he had parked the car. A stray cat ran pass him, giving him a glare as it walked. Great now even the cats had something against him. He hurried up his pace as the final rays of sunlight died behind the metal and concrete buildings that eclipsed the sunset. Now they were replaced but the neon signs and yellow streetlights that illuminated the city during the night.
Lucas Carter. Castiel knew that name for some time now. Castiel knew the boy had visions like Sam had in the past. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening with this boy, but he knew that he had to be looked after. Cas had known that Lucas grew up in Orphanages and didn’t exactly lead a great life. Still, he felt it was his duty to help the young man with visions. Though he didn’t know why he felt it pulling at him. Almost as though it were meant to be.
Cas found Luke in an alley way, and he knew that Luke was having a bad night. Still though Cas felt the need to be looking after him. As he saw Luke go near the cats, Castiel looked at him. He wished this boy had a better life, and he wanted to help with that. Perhaps if he helped she some light on the subject, maybe Luke would start to see things differently.
Castiel appeared before Luke as he was walking through the allyway. He faced him and stared at him for a minute, “Lucas Carter, my name is Castiel,” he said. “I am an angel of the Lord and I am here to help you,” he said to him.
He knew Lucas didn't ask for help, but most humans didn't. Nor did they want help from an angel, but Cas didn't care. He was going to help one way or another. He knew eventually the demons might get to him, and he didn't want to wait for that to happen.
The night air was certainly cold. Lucas already felt the shivers running down his spine, on instinct more then anything else he wrapped his arms around himself in order to provide himself some warmth. He had been on the run for a while now yet he could still not get used to the occasional cold night. He had thought that he would have gotten used to it by now. His lips curved as they formed a smirk, he had never thought himself that naïve.
For a moment it he thought that he heard a pair of wings flap in front of him, then he blinked. The alleyway had been poorly illuminated by anybodies standard; however Lucas was quite sure that there had been nobody in front of him. Obviously he had been wrong as he almost collided with another guy. Dressed in a suit and coat Lucas could have easily mistaken the man for a lawyer, heck chances were that he was one. For a moment he found himself being stared at by the other man, something about the other man’s look was unnerving for the lack of a better word. However the question as to why the other man was staring was a tad more pressing.
“Lucas Carter, my name is Castiel” the stranger announced. If the eyes thing was weird then the fact that the stranger knew his name certainly qualified as such. “I am an Angel of the Lord and I am here to help you” Lucas blinked at the statement. Okay first the weirdo knew his name and now he was trying to tell him that he was an angel – well that certainly did take the cake.
“Okay” he said calmly “Dude that’s very nice” he added. No reason to upset the possibly mentally unhinged person in the very tight and as he noticed slightly claustrophobic alley. Well at least until he could find something very heavy to hit the guy with, or more likely simply run away. He mentally cursed himself why couldn’t he have thought about encountering a bunch of half dressed and horny blondes instead. “How about you tell me where you came from exactly” he said as he took a step back, in part of feeling slightly unnerved and in part of trying to reclaim some of his personal space.
Castiel felt that humans always seemed to question the existence of angels, or other beings that they weren’t sure they believed in. Over and over again Castiel had to explain himself to the humans, and he often wondered why that was so. he looked at Lucas for a moment as he had started to question him a bit.
“I come from Heaven,” Castiel said, “Although it HAS been a long time since I have returned,” he explained calmly to the younger man. Dean was questioning him a lot as well when they first met. He remembered the fact that Dean did not even believe in Angels, and tried to tell him that he didn’t exist. Dean was a bit more difficult then Lucas it seemed, though now, he and Dean had become friends and things had changed. Castiel had changed.
Castiel wanted to explain everything but he just couldn’t. Angels were VERY limited to what they were and weren’t aloud to tell the humans.
“Very well, since I have explained myself to you, perhaps you could explain yourself to me,” Castiel said to him trying something completely different. He looked at the younger man with a smile, “Why do you live life in this way?” he asked. “Steeling, and doing wrong...” Castiel said. “You have so much more options, especially with who you are,” Castiel said to him. “You are very much like a friend of mine, Sam Winchester,” he said. “Perhaps I could shed some light on things,” he explained. “I am quite sure you have more questions,” he said.
“I come from Heaven” the stranger explained, Lucas resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the man. It was as if a chocolate bar had answered that it came from a chocolate factory. “Although it has been a long time since I have returned” Castiel accented the word ‘has’ as he added his latest sentence. Great, the loon believed that he was an angel with issues that was definitely something he didn’t get to hear on an every day basis. To his own amazement he managed to refrain himself from asking if by Heaven he meant the strip bar three blocks down. He’d give himself a cookie later.
Lucas never had the time to reply as the stranger pressed on. Briefly he compared him with some friend of his, some guy called Sam Winchester, naturally that came after accusing him of being a thief. He feigned innocence, while internally cussing at himself. Had this whacko seen him pick pocket that guy a few blocks back? No he couldn’t have otherwise he would have come from behind him and there was no way he could have gotten here earlier. Then there was the stranger’s judgment, which at best of times was mostly annoying.
“Listen dude I have no idea what you’re talking about, or did I steal anything” he replied his tone going from moderate to annoyed “However if you think I took something from you then feel free to call the cops” he added a bluff for good measure. Had it been lit, or maybe a crowded place chances were that he would have suggested that the self proclaimed angel went and gotten some therapy.
“Secondly even if all of that were true…” he referred to the whole angel, him being a thief story, while gesturing with his hands as if to encompass the whole thing “…which I doubt, how I live my life is none of your business” he wasn’t convinced. First of all angels don’t just pop up from nowhere and even if they did chances were that they had better things to do then to talk to him. They had better things to do or was this a slow week, lacking in starving children or massacred people. He took another step back from the man in the trench coat.
Castiel had expected that kind of reaction from Luke. It wasn’t as though he expected Luke to welcome him with open arms. Most people usually didn’t exactly welcome an angel. Truth was, most humans were even afraid to believe there actually WERE angels. Castiel was getting tired, as tired as his brothers and sisters were, and truth was, he was starting to understand where they were coming from. Even when he spoke with Dean things seemed a bit off with him at first. Dean didn’t welcome him with open arms either, not by a long shot. In fact, Dean had actually told Cas that he didn’t exist. Of course later Dean realized that he was wrong, but still. He realized that at least he got Lucas’s attention anyway. “All that I say is the truth,” Castiel said to him. “And yes, you did steel,” he said. “I know that from the money you were holding,” he said pointing towards his wallet.
Castiel looked at him once more and then stood back. “I will show you proof of who I am,” he said. HE opened his wings for Lucas to see. Cas sighed waiting for the reaction on that.
He was starting to get used to the humans reaction when he told them that he was an Angel of the Lord. Still... he needed more time to get used to things.
“I have come to help you,” Castiel explained to Lucas. “I feel you should coem with me...” he said.
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If Lucas, thought it to be weird that the stranger knew where the money was that he had stolen not a quarter of an hour ago then what followed certainly took the cake. A pair of wings spread out from the man’s…no Castiel back. They weren’t bright and shiny as most movies portrayed them; actually they looked like a pair of shadows glistening in the yellowish street light behind him. Lucas blinked once or twice; quite frankly his brain had either shut down or was in the process of a complete meltdown. Usually when confronted with something strange and unexpected the human mind reacted in two ways: fight or flight. However in this particular case that wasn’t much of an option, who on earth in their right mind would attack an Angel? Or run from one?
“This one I didn’t see coming” he said still staring, his mouth slightly ajar. He heard Castiel say something, his brain was still refusing to process things properly. “Wait, what?” he said suddenly alert as he realized that the strange Angel person had just told him that he should come with him. “What do you mean I should come with you?” was he going to die? Or was he already dead and didn’t simply know it? What was this the twilight zone? “This one of those life or death things isn’t it?” he said managing to scrap some sarcasm together from the walls of his skull. “You know as in you’re going to show me how the world would have turned out if I was never born so that I change my ways and live a nice and respectable life?” he was still being flippant as he felt panic raising in his chest.
Castiel glanced at Lucas, this was a stranger to him too, but Castiel was willing to help him in more ways then one. The thing was, even though Castiel was starting to question his orders, he was still attempting to shed light on things for the humans. He was more then willing to help when needed, and more then willing to help even if it was not within his orders, which was perhaps why he could almost feel himself falling. Castiel was getting worried, he was worried for his own self being and he was worried for his own rank. He did not wish to fall, but lately he had been questioning everything, including his orders. He looked at Luke who was still a bit confused by everything going on.
“You should come withe me for your own protection,” Castiel said to him. “You will be safe, I promise you that,” he said. “I am not going to show you how the world would turn out if you weren’t born...” Castiel said not understanding why Luke had thought that. “It is more as though I am giving you an assignment, or WILL give you an assignment,” he said. He wasn’t being accurate and he didn’t really know what he was going to do with Luke, he just knew he needed to get him out of this situation in this current moment.
“I understand that how you live your life is not your business, but the fact that you have visions....as Sam Winchester did means something,” Castiel said, “It also means that you are a target...” he told him, “So come with me and I will explain more further...” he said.
An Angel was offering him a safe place. A FREAKING ANGEL! Lucas’s mind or rather what was left of it was just blown to smithereens. Deep breath. He had to think clearly about this, okay this guy was a…angel, he had established that much, but why on earth would he be offering Lucas sanctuary? Okay what did he know of Angels… they worked for God, they wore diapers…no those were cherubs, weren’t those angels too? Who the hell would have thought that that annoying priest was right?
That he actually should have paid some attention when the old geezer had been preaching. Focus an inner voice caused him to pay attention to his surroundings again. He knew…well nothing about angels, aside from the pop culture references and what he saw in some old TV show about two chicks riding around in a red car and saving people.
“What does that mean? Take me where?” he asked, he had stopped moving, it made little sense to run from angel, their boss was all-seeing and from the looks of it so was this particular specimen. “I m-mean I get the safe part but…err…safe from what exactly?” okay he was gathering intelligence, which meant that somewhere in the organic decomposed muck that was his brain, some grey cells had survived and were intent on keeping the rest of him alive.
Castiel could sense Lucas’s uneasiness about him. Still, he had no time to loose. He had to explain everything to Lucas quickly and surely. He did wish to have Lucas’s trust eventually, for he knew that Lucas was his assignment, as of the moment, and he would be with him for quite some time. At least until Dean needed him again. Dean was in fact Castiel’s true charge.
He looked at Lucas as the younger man seemed a bit perplexed by the situation, “I wish to help you,” Castiel explained again, “I understand how demanding it is seeing an angel for the first time,” he said. “I will do you no harm I promise you that. Yes, I have known what you have done in the past, I have known what you were PLANNING on doing,” he explained, “However, none of that matters. What matters to me is keeping you safe,” he said. Castiel stepped closer to Lucas a bit, “I know about your visions,” he said. “I am concerned about you Lucas, and I understand that the demons wish to use you,” he said. “I am not sure who or what as of yet, but you are like someone I know. Someone named Sam Wincehsters, have you seen visions of him?” Castiel asked him, “Or a yellow eyed demon?” he asked.
He had to know, “What were some of your most recent visions?” he knew he was getting personal but he also knew that he needed answers, and fast. He needed to know exactly HOW Lucas was in danger. The angels, as usual, didn’t give him much to go by.
“I don’t think that you understand how my…err…visions work” he said as he remained stationary “I mean I don’t just walk around and visions pop into my head I have to touch stuff for it to happen” he explained. Now here was something he never imagined doing; explaining either a possible magical power to an angel…or being totally nuts and talking to figment of his imagination about a facet of his lunacy, in an alley. “And even then mostly it’s about the stuff that I touch: who used it last, how it was used, when it was made etc”
It was almost funny, that this probably defining moment, was occurring in an alley. According to the social workers, the paramedics that found his mother before she gave birth was in an alley, his first fight was in one, as was his first theft, not to mention a whole other first times as well. His initial fear seemed to dissipate; heck if he couldn’t trust an angel on his word then he was surely screwed.
“Yeah I’m danger I get that, but from what exactly?” he asked “I mean you make it sound as if I’m being hunted or something” the idea didn’t appeal to him far from it was actually one of his worst fears.
"I haven't met any demons...that I know of yellow eyed or otherwise"
Castiel looked at Luke for a minute. He always, always seemed to have trouble getting humans to believe him. It wasn’t that the DIDN’T always, but it was more so that they didn’t listen to orders well. Angels were different. Angels listened to orders no matter what. They ALWAYS obeyed. Castiel always found it difficult to get the humans to do as they were asked.
“It does not matter,” Castiel said when Luke was discussing his visions to him. “Sam Winchester had never met Yellow Eyes before either,” Castiel explained, “He had shown up in his nursery and I am worried he may have done the same to you,” he explained. “I could be wrong and uncertain, but for now, I know that you are in fact, in danger,” he said.
He did not want the demons to try and use Luke the way they had used Sam so many years ago. Why was it so hard for Luke to understand he was trying to protect him? “We must leave,” he said to Luke. “Come with me,” he held Luke’s jacket for a minute and they appeared in a church, a safe haven from everything that was going on in the world. He knew that Luke wouldn’t want to stay, most humans didn’t, nor were very religious, but still. Castiel looked at him. “This is safe, for now,” he said.
“What are you…” he started to ask as the angel grabbed his shoulder. He never got to finish the question as he suddenly lost his balance. The sensation was like nothing he experienced before almost as if he was in free fall. But he wasn’t actually falling rather he was simply not there. Then he once more became…solid a solid form and it felt as if he had hit a wall of bricks at 200 mph.
For a second he simply stood dazed staring at the angel as he said something. Then he turned around and vomited on the floor. “What…what the…hell was that” he asked between gasps. Wiping the vomit away from his mouth with his sleeve, usually he would be worried that his jacket was done for, now however he didn’t ever consider that.
Too many things were going through his mind. One of them; where am I? It took him a moment as he took in his surroundings. Where they in a church? It certainly looked like one with the crosses, saints, painted glass and candles. “Err…” he gathered himself after a moment “…where are we?” he asked “Sorry about the floor but never do that again” he added his stomach was still in a lurch. He was confused, nauseas and quite frankly ready to run for the hills “What is going on?!”
They got to the church, and Luke was confused, and of course Castiel knew he owed him an explanation. “We are safe in a church now,” he said. “I have transported you using my wings,” Castiel explained to him, “Most humans are not used to it, however, I thought you might adjust to it. Perhaps I was wrong...” he said. He thought that Luke wouldn’t mind it as Dean and Sam were used to it by now. Still...he should have expect such events to take place and surprise the younger man.
“When an angel transports humans, usually the humans are confused and a bit terrified at first. Dean and Sam adjusted well to it,” he explained, “All I did was transport you here, someplace safe for the time being...” Castiel said.
He looked at Luke for a moment with a sigh, “I can not explain everything at this moment,” Castiel said “I understand it is a lot to take in ;however, you must understsand that I could not tell you everything,” he told him. He knew Luke wouldn’t like that answer, but it was all he could give him for now. If Luke knew TOO much they would be in more danger then they already were.
“This has to do with the 66 seals Luke,” Castiel explained to him, “You play a vital role in this, and being that you do, I can not keep you in the dark MUCH longer,” he said. “For now though...you must be patient,” he said. “For now we need to worry about your protection, and your protection only,” he said. “That is why we are here,” he said. “Perhaps there is much the both of us need to learn about you,” he said. “Why don’t you tell me your history and that may help explain things a bit further...” Castiel said.
“Used to it?” he said sounding completely annoyed and raspy “When was I supposed to get used to it?” he added a moment later as he sat down on one of the many wooden benches that covered the main floor of the Church. It was a rather large church as far as churches went. The main hall was massive, with several windows which contained stained glass, portraying several well known events in Christianity or known figures. He felt sick to his stomach, he wasn’t sure if that was due to the…transportation method or due to the fact that his whole world view just got mangled, sliced, diced and then put on it’s head.
“66 seals?” he asked after a moment. A thought crossed his mind, if the Catholic Church was right about angels and what seemed to be demons were they right about other things as well? God he hoped not. Then again he never thought about seeing an actual live Angel either. He leaned forward, putting his head in between his legs. “My history? I though that you guys were you know omniscient? All knowing?” It was a rather odd request, if God truly was his boss, shouldn’t Castiel then know already whatever is to be known about Lucas.
“Jericho a small town in Iowa, ring any bells?” he replied after another moment. He didn’t speak about it, his past. His love life, his thefts, his hair, heck even about his shoe laces if he had too but never about his past, he never talked about Jericho. It simply hurt too much. “It was destroyed by…something or things” he added he couldn’t really describe them; all he remembered was the carnage the fire and the screaming “What are the 66 seals?” he asked once more equal part deflecting equal part curious and wanting to know.
