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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Heaven didn’t torture....right? That’s what a lot of people thought, but as Castiel looked around him and saw that he was clearly on a torture table, in a white room in Heaven....he knew that he had been taken from Earth. The last thing he had remembered was being grabbed by a force, a force so strong that it felt like torture just to get to his homeland in Heaven. He didn’t understand what he had done to deserve this, but he knew one thing for sure. It was never good for an angel to be dragged back to Heaven, and Castiel knew that this was worse.
Castiel looked around him for a moment, the room was white, there were no walls or windows, and he could tell he was chained up in a room full of clouds. A dungeon of some sort. He was some place Dean and Sam wouldn’t even be able to reach him. He knew there was no escaping because the chains he was in, was even too powerful for an angel. For any angel even the archangels. He knew something was coming, and that something was NOT good. Castiel had to find a way out and fast, but there was no escape. If Zachariah had the key, then he knew he was in danger.
The truth was, Castiel was terrified of his boss. Most angels were. Zachariah, after all, wasn’t the PRETTIEST of the angels. He had a few heads, and if the humans saw him they would think of him as a demon. Still, he WAS in charge. Of all of them, and if you disobeyed.... Castiel had never actually had to feel the wrath of Zachariah, and this would be his first time. He had found himself shaking a bit as he was held. Angels didn’t usually feel emotions, was this something from his vessel? Or did he know he might be getting his wings clipped? He was starting to feel fear either way. Still..he remained loyal to his Father, and to Dean. He would not back down.
JIMMY NOVAK’S STORY(NOW)
The last thing Jimmy Novak remembered was saying goodbye to his daughter on the way to school. He had dropped her off and was preparing for a long day at the office. Everything that had been happening lately was starting to get to him, and of course, he knew that his wife was going to think he was mad (crazy), sooner or later. Still though, Jimmy knew that he needed to be who he was and not give up on that. Jimmy loved his family, his wife and daughter meant the world to him. He would have done anything for them, even if it meant becoming an angel, or letting an angel use him.
The last VISUAL thing Jimmy remembered was a flash of light in his eyes. He said the words ‘yes’, and that was it. Everything was black after that. It was odd though, because at times he still felt the cravings for hunger, thirst, and even some of his emotions through this angel, but yet, he had no memory. Usually once it would pass, it was gone.
The next memory Jimmy had was falling. He felt like he was in one of those dreams where he was just falling, and falling and falling and couldn’t stop. Then finally he woke up and found himself on the floor of some restaurant. A restaurant that looked deserted.
The thing was....Jimmy could barely move. He felt like his body was paralyzed for a moment, and he could barely talk. No one was with him, but he KNEW that things would be alright. “Help me....” the small voice said as he finally found his tongue to speak. He hoped someone would be able to hear him. He tried moving his body again and he was able to move for a minute, but only for a minute, then he stopped exhausted. He was SLOWLY starting to get the feeling back in his legs. He leaned against the table finally getting his feeling back.
“What happened?” he asked blinking a bit. The memory was coming back to him now. Briefly, but it was. Castiel. He wasn’t Castiel anymore. How could this be? Why would Castiel leave him? Not that JImmy was complaining but still.
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Tell your daughter I love her, Love her 'til the day I die. Tell your daughter I love her, Love her 'til the day I die. I want to talk to your daughter, Talk to your daughter for me.
John Lee Hooker thumped through the old jukebox as Ellen took a long swig of beer and wiped down her last table. The lights in The Roadhouse were dimmed, the doors were locked, and the sign on the front read CLOSED. She'd shuffled the last patrons out twenty minutes earlier, cashed out the register and put the money in the safe in back, and wiped down all the tables and the bar. Next she would sweep.
Ellen headed into the back room, tossing the rag she'd used for the tables into the sink for the moment and flipping on the overhead light. She opened the small closet in the corner and got the broom. She paused halfway to the door as she realized the ice machine against the wall was making a strange grinding noise. She wrinkled her brows and leaned the broom against the wall before heading over to the ice machine. She opened it and looked inside to find there was a three-inch puddle of water in there and maybe ten ice cubes. At some point the damn thing had stopped making ice. Ellen sighed. She'd have to put in a call to the company in the morning.
Letting the lid to the machine slam shut, Ellen grabbed the broom and headed out to the main part of The Roadhouse.
Mama talk to your daughter. Tell your daughter I love her. Mama talk to your daughter for me.
She walked briskly past the bar and stopped in the middle of the room, nearly letting out a scream when she saw a man leaning against one of the tables. Several questions went through her mind at once, overlapping one another.
'Who the hell... How the... Where the hell did he...?'
Ellen had learned long ago to act first and ask later. Of course she hadn't thought to grab her shotgun off the wall or her pistol from behind the bar. She had a knife at her ankle, but what good would that really do? Her mind worked quickly and she took quick, quiet footsteps, sneaking up behind the man and gripping the broom. When she was close enough, she pressed the broom handle against the man's back firmly, but not aggressively. She wasn't looking to impale the guy.
"Hold it right there, mister."
Her voice was low and rough, the voice of a seasoned hunter who knew how to handle herself.
"Unless you want a hole the size of Texas in your back, you oughtta tell me who you are and what the hell you're doin' here. More importantly, how the hell you got into my bar."
With all the conventional and unconventional security measures Ellen had in place, it was damn near impossible for someone to get in without her knowing it. She kept a firm hold on the broom. If this guy was a hunter, or he'd ever been in the service, there was a chance he'd know the difference between the barrel of a gun and a wooden broom handle. There was also a chance he could whirl around and take the thing out of her hands before she could blink. Her reflexes weren't what they used to be. If this were a real shotgun, she wouldn't have pressed the barrel right up against his back for just that reason.
However, by the looks of this man, he wasn't in the best shape at the moment. Most likely, he wasn't the kind to know the difference between a broom against his back and the barrel of a gun.
"Hold it right there, mister. Unless you want a hole the size of Texas in your back, you oughtta tell me who you are and what the hell you're doin' here. More importantly, how the hell you got into my bar."
Jimmy turned around to see an older woman standing before him. He blinked as she talked about shooting him. Was this how people were around here? They would just point guns at you? Jimmy frowned, it wasn’t like he was used to anything less. After being Castiel for so long, things seemed....easier to handle.
“M-My name is Jimmy,” he said to her uneasy. “I’m human, I....” he felt his body to make sure he was real. He was. “Castiel....I was Castiel before, and suddenly I-I’m not...” he said to her.
He wasn’t sure if she would even know who Castiel was, or why he wasn’t him, but he didn’t care. “I’m HUNGRY....” he said suddenly realizing how hungry he actually was, “A-And I need to use a bathroom if-if that’s possible...” he said to her. “I’m not going to hurt anyone I just....how did I get here?” he asked. “One minute I was Castiel and the next...” he looked so confused.
He sniffed himself. He needed a shower. Big time. Had Casitel not taken care of him the whole time he was in his body? Jimmy frowned. He didn’t want Castiel back, not by a long shot.
“Dean and Sam...” Jimmy said remembering their names. “Castiel was with Dean and Sam....that’s all I remember...” he said hoping that the woman would know who they were. “Do you know them?” he asked.
He stared around the bar a minute. The place would certainly have food, and he hoped a shower, or something. “My name is Jimmy Novak,” he said “I-I have a family,” he said to her in a whimpering kind of way. “Please I just...want to get back to them,” he said.
Ellen lowered the broom as the man turned around. The fake shotgun thing didn't really work when the guy could see it was nothing but a damn broom handle.
"M-My name is Jimmy. I'm human, I..."
Ellen looked him up and down as he felt around like he was searching his pockets for something. Well, he sure didn't seem like he was aiming to lunge at her anytime soon, but she was tense and ready in case he did.
"Castiel... I was Castiel before, and suddenly I-I'm not..."
What in the hell was he talking about?
"I'm HUNGRY."
Ellen's eyes widened in surprise. He said it like it had just dawned on him. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but something was very wrong with this man.
"A-And I need to use a bathroom if-if that's possible..."
Ellen narrowed her eyes at him. She didn't want him just walking around the Roadhouse, no matter how traumatized he seemed to be.
"I'm not going to hurt anyone I just... how did I get here? One minute I was Castiel and the next..."
"Alright, now. Settle down," she said.
She wasn't too quick to trust the man, but he seemed so rattled, it was hard not to be a little sympathetic. He seemed just as surprised to be there as Ellen was to find him, which was odd. He could've been possessed. However, if he'd been possessed by a demon he wouldn't have been able to get into the building. Even if he was human like he claimed, he wouldn't have been able to get in with the place locked up.
Of course, she wasn't as young as she used to be. Maybe she'd forgotten to lock the door.
Ellen wrinkled her brows when the man sniffed himself. What in the hell was he doing?
"Dean and Sam..." he said.
Ellen straightened. Dean had passed through a few weeks back when she had that run-in with the Rawhead, but she hadn't heard from Sam in a while. Why was this guy talking about them? The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she was filled with dread.
"Castiel was with Dean and Sam... that's all I remember. Do you know them?"
She shrugged and tried to look casual.
"Lots of people pass through here time and again. I might've come across 'em."
She didn't know what kind of trouble the boys were in, but she tended to assume they were before she assumed they weren't. If she didn't know who this man was, she wasn't about to offer up any information on the Winchesters. Those two were like family to her.
"My name is Jimmy Novak," he said.
The name didn't ring any bells. Jimmy was a common name. She probably met a different hunter every week named Jim or Jimmy or Jay.
"I- I have a family."
He said it like he'd just remembered.
"Please I just... want to get back to them."
"Why don't we tackle one thing at a time, Jimmy."
She leaned her broom up against the bar and shook her hair out of her face, putting one hand on her hip.
"Name's Ellen Harvelle. The bathroom's just down there."
She nodded toward a non-descript looking door that would lead to a bathroom. She had no idea what to make of this whole situation.
Jimmy looked at Ellen as she started to talk. She told him where the bathroom was and he made a run for it. It had been a long time since he ate or ANYTHING. He came back feeling a little better. He looked at the women who was standing in front of him. Why would he appear HERE out of all places? He didn’t understand.
He looked at her and then began to speak, “You don’t know Dean and Sam then...” he said to her with a sigh. That was the ONE memory he had, was them. He was with them a lot, he knew that much.
“Damb...” he muttered.
He looked around a minute, “Where am I? Why did I end up in a bar?” he wondered outloud. Then he said, “I have a family....I have to get home to them,” he said.
He remembered his wife Claire, the last time he left wasn’t the greatest. She had thought he was crazy for believing that an angel was talking to him. He almost didn’t think she was wrong.
He also remembered the last thing he said to his daughter ‘I’m not your father’. How could he say such a thing? It probably messed her up for life. He hadn’t been back, and he knew now that he could NEVER go back. Could he? Would they even accept him? He wasn’t sure. His memories were so fuzzy!
“Mame, Dean and Sam Winchester....if they had been here at ALL I-I need to find them,” he said. He realized his voice was still shaky. “Do you...serve food here? I have no money, but I’ll do dishes or something...please I haven’t eaten in....” he shrugged. He wasn’t sure the last time he had eaten ANYTHING since he was Castiel. The angel didn’t really take good care of him. He felt like he had been used.
Jimmy frowned a bit, and he looked at her, “Do you know of a Bobby Singer?” he asked her. Why was that name ringing a bell? “I’m not sure why I know of him I just....do...” he said.
There were many things that were fuzzy with his memory. Many things that didn’t make sense. “I was this angel....he used me...” Jimmy said. “I really need...help...” he continued to say his voice rather shaky. “Dean and Sam, or maybe this Bobby person....can help me,” he said. "Who are you exactly?" he asked her. "You can't help me...can you?" he asked. "I have to get home."
Ellen's gaze followed Jimmy as he bolted for the bathroom. Once he was out of sight, she moved quickly behind the bar and found her pistol. She checked the barrel to make sure it was loaded before tucking the weapon into the back waistband of her jeans. Jimmy returned as she was coming back around to the front of the bar.
"You don't know Dean and Sam then..." Jimmy said. "Damb..."
He sighed and seemed genuinely disappointed. Ellen frowned thoughtfully. Did Sam and Dean really know this guy? Ellen didn't answer him. Those two were being hunted by too many things for her to give out information to anyone who threw their names around.
"Where am I?" he asked, looking around. "Why did I end up in a bar?"
The poor guy seemed genuinely confused. Did he have some kind of amnesia? What could have caused that? And did he not know how he got here either? Well, if that was true that didn't help either of them any. Ellen sighed.
"You're at Harvelle's Roadhouse," she told him. "I own the place."
"I have a family..." he said. "I have to get home to them."
Ellen's frown deepened. She still wasn't inclined to trust this man, but if he was being sincere he must've been scared and upset, being stranded somewhere not knowing how he got there. Now if he had a family to worry about, that added a whole new level to all his anxiety.
"Mame, Dean and Sam Winchester....if they had been here at ALL- I-I need to find them," he said.
"Alright. Just settle down. We'll get you situated and see what we can do," she said.
"Do you...serve food here? I have no money, but I'll do dishes or something," Jimmy said. "I haven't eaten in...."
He didn't finish the sentence. Memory loss could've meant demon possession. Maybe this guy was a newly vacated meat puppet. Demons could eat, though. She wasn't sure whether or not they needed to, but she'd seen it happen.
"Kitchen's all closed up, but I reckon I could whip something up," she said.
She supposed there was no harm in feeding the man.
"Do you know of a Bobby Singer?" he asked.
Ellen's eyes widened in surprise. Now he was mentioning Bobby? Who the hell was this guy? She needed to find out if he was yanking her chain trying to dig for information. It wouldn't be the first time a supernatural creature used a human to do their dirty work.
"Like I said, a lot of people pass through here," she said.
"I'm not sure why I know of him I just....do..."
Ellen nodded slowly. Something was definitely wrong here. She couldn't pinpoint what it was, but she had a gut feeling that something was wrong. And she'd learned a long time ago to trust those.
"I was this angel..." Jimmy said. "He used me."
Ellen raised her eyebrows. Did he just say angel?
"I really need...help... Dean and Sam, or maybe this Bobby person....can help me."
Boy, this guy was really cracking up. Something was definitely not right, here. The question was what could she do about it? Where would she even start?
Giving Sam and Dean a call probably wouldn't be a bad idea... she thought.
She hadn't heard from either of them in... God, it had to be a few months now. She wasn't even sure she had the right phone number anymore.
"Who are you exactly?" Jimmy asked. "You can't help me...can you? I have to get home."
Ellen sighed.
"Well, I'll do what I can, but I ain't makin' any promises. Name's Ellen Harvelle. I run this saloon. Why don't you have yourself a seat and I'll see if I can find something for you to eat."
She motioned toward the bar before heading through the door that led to the kitchen. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, powering it on and waiting . It vibrated in her hand and she walked over to the other end of the kitchen, scrolling through her Contacts as she did so. The first number she landed on was Bobby's, but it was late and he had people calling him all day long. Bobby and Ellen were both too damn old for this life, but just because you got a little older, that didn't mean you stopped being a hunter. The life stuck with you, like a bad cold.
She kept scrolling through the numbers. Dean's number came next. She hit send, put the phone to her ear and waited. The voicemail kicked on after the first ring.
"This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message-"
Ellen ended the call. His phone must've been off. Or the battery was dead. It figured. The one time she called him for anything...
She continued to scroll through her contacts, pausing on Jo's name. She frowned. She hadn't heard Jo's voice in a good few weeks. Jo had sent a post card or two, a few emails, but they hadn't had an actual conversation in way too long. Damn it, she missed her. Why did she go and give her that ultimatum? She hadn't meant it. Jo always had a home with her, and she'd hoped she knew that. But, what was done was done. She couldn't worry about that now.
She kept scrolling until she got to Sam's number. She sent the call and held the phone to her ear again.
"I swear to God, Sam, if you don't pick up..." she muttered as she waited and listened to the ringing on the other end.
After a few rings she heard Sam's voice.
"Hello? Ellen?"
Ellen gave a sigh of relief. When she spoke, her voice was conversational and calm. Her "professional" voice.
"Hey, Sam. Sorry to bother you," she said. "Glad one of you answered your phone..."
"It's not a bother Ellen," Sam said. "What, Dean didn't answer?"
She walked back over toward the door to the main part of the saloon.
"No. I figure his phone's off. Went straight to voicemail when I called," Ellen replied. "How're you boys doing?"
Checking up on them wasn't the reason she was calling, but it occurred to her to ask once she was actually talking to Sam.
"We're doing ok. Busy with jobs," Sam said.
Of course, they would be. That was the life, for you. Especially when you ate, slept, and breathed it like Sam and Dean did. She supposed Jo probably did the same these days.
"Well, good. Good to know you're alright," she said.
Sam didn't say anything for a few seconds.
"How are you doing?" he asked. "Everything Ok?"
"Uh... Well, it's been an interesting night, to tell you the truth..."
She approached the door and peered out the diamond-shaped window to make sure her guest hadn't disappeared.
"An interesting night? Let me guess... that's why you're calling?"
Ellen smiled a little on her end.
"Good guess," she said. "Alright, I'll make this quick and get to the point. I was closing up the Roadhouse - just locked up and went to the back room. Ended up having a problem with the ice machine... piece of crap. Anyway, I came out and there was a man standing in the middle of the saloon. I don't know how he got in here. Like I said, everything was locked up. And he was real confused, talking fast, not making a lick of sense. But he did mention a few names I couldn't ignore. Yours, your brother's, and Bobby's. And, Sam... he said he was 'Castiel.' Castiel. Does that mean anything to you?"
"Uh... You did say Castiel?" Sam asked. "Yeah... Ummm... I'd say that means something. I know him."
Ellen was surprised that Sam was actually confirming that he knew this man. So this Jimmy guy wasn't talking out of his ass.
"What is he doing there? What's going on?" Sam asked.
"I have no idea," she replied. "I told you, I don't even know how in the hell he got here. He also said he was Jimmy Novak, so I don't know what to believe at this point. Can't remember the last time he ate. Doesn't seem to remember much else either. He's got a family he's worried about..."
She leaned against the wall and sighed. She heard Sam sigh on his end, too. That wasn't a good sign.
"He told you he was Jimmy Novak? That's weird. Family?"
Ellen listened, though it seemed like Sam was thinking out loud more than anything else.
"Uh... Ellen, this is kind of complicated. I'm not even sure if I can explain it over the phone. I'm not far from you. Can you keep him there. Keep him safe and I'll get there as soon as I can?"
Ellen didn't like the tone in Sam's voice. Something was definitely wrong.
"Yeah, I suppose I can do that," she said.
She felt a little relieved she was going to have some back-up, but she also felt uneasy about this whole situation. What couldn't he explain to her over the phone?
"This is gonna be a long night, isn't it?" she muttered.
"You're probably right about that," Sam agreed. "I just want to be sure of what I'm dealing with before I say anything else. The only way to be sure of that is for me to come up there. I should be able to get there in about four to six hours. We'll figure this out Ellen."
Ellen nodded.
"Okay, Sam. Guess I did the right thing by calling. Always good to know my instincts are still sharp. I'll see you when you get here."
"Yeah, it's good you called. I'll see you soon. Bye Ellen."
Ellen ended the call and put her phone back in her jeans pocket. There was a tight knot in her stomach and she took a few deep breaths to settle herself before exploring the kitchen for something for this Castiel or Jimmy guy to eat.
After several minutes in the walk-in fridge she decided a burger would be the easiest way to go. She grabbed a transparent plastic container of frozen meat patties and headed to the grill. She poked her head out into the main part of the saloon.
"You a vegetarian, Jimmy?" she asked. "I got a burger back here I can grill up. You got a preference on how you want it cooked? Rare? Medium? Well? Or if you do happen to be a vegetarian, I think I have a few of those veggie burgers in the freezer."
((The phone conversation between Sam and Ellen was RP'd out in Yahoo Messenger. Sam's dialogue posted with permission.))
Jimmy sat while Ellen explained where he was. He was still so very confused and all he wanted to do was get back to his family. He wasn’t sure that would even be possible now.
“You’re at Harvelle’s Roadhouse,” she told him “I own the place.”
“Harvell’s Roadhouse...” he shook his head not understanding why he would have popped up there. He had never heard of the place. This was all new to him.
Jimmy looked around, “Nice place you have here...” he said with a sigh. He wanted to go home and he knew that wasn’t going to be so simple. Would his family even accept him? The last time he saw his wife she hated him. Or at least, he thought she had.
He looked at Ellen for a long moment.
"Alright. Just settle down. We'll get you situated and see what we can do," she said.
He stared at her, “Yea, that sounds like a plan,” he muttered, “But I DO need to get home to my family,” he said.
When she kept saying lots of people passed through here, he didn’t think she was being honest with him when he mentioned Bobby, Sam and Dean to her. He didn’t press it though.
As she told him to have a seat, he did just that. He sat down wanting this whole thing to be over. Wanting to know what exactly happened to him and why. He didn’t understand it. He sat down and did what she said as she made a phone call.
"You a vegetarian, Jimmy?" she asked. "I got a burger back here I can grill up. You got a preference on how you want it cooked? Rare? Medium? Well? Or if you do happen to be a vegetarian, I think I have a few of those veggie burgers in the freezer."
“I’m not a vegetarian,” Jimmy said to her, “A burger sounds great,” he actually loved red meat, and his wife always gave him crap about that too.
He looked at her, “Did you have any luck? Who did you contact?” he asked, “When can I go home?” he asked her. He knew he had to speak to his family soon. He remembered the last thing he said to his daughter. The last thing he had said was that he wasn’t her father. Yes, he needed to go home and SOON.
Ellen waited as Jimmy answered her question. He seemed a bit calmer. Apparently a few minutes to sit and process things had helped. However, there was still a bit of fear and concern in his voice when he spoke.
“I’m not a vegetarian,” he said. “A burger sounds great."
Ellen smiled.
"Well, good," she said. "I'll cook one of those up for you, then."
She was about to head back into the kitchen when Jimmy spoke again.
“Did you have any luck? Who did you contact? When can I go home?"
Ellen sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Despite Sam's confirmation that he knew this person, or thought he did, the extreme lack of information she'd gotten from either of the men made her suspicious and uneasy. She didn't want to reveal any more than she needed to until she herself knew more.
"I called a friend of mine," she said. "Trustworthy. Knows a little about this kind of thing. He'll be here soon and we can sort all this out."
She didn't want to drop Sam's name just yet, and she didn't want to panic the man by saying it might take several hours for "her friend" to get there. Keeping things vague would be best for now, she hoped.
"We have a phone," she told him. "You can call your wife, tell her you're okay. She must be worried about you."
She nodded to the phone behind the bar. Maybe his wife lived in the area. It was a little late for a man to be away from his family. Then again, if he was a hunter maybe it wasn't uncommon.
A burger sounded great actually, Jimmy was thrilled to be able to eat again, and he didn’t understand why Castiel hadn’t fed him, but still...he supposed the angel didn’t really NEED food, did he? Jimmy decided he didn’t, but in the long run, it made Jimmy himself, starving.
"I called a friend of mine," she said. "Trustworthy. Knows a little about this kind of thing. He'll be here soon and we can sort all this out."
Jimmy nodded, “Okay,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. That made him feel a LITTLE better. Still....Jimmy knew they had some things to work out here. He was sure that she wasn’t going to let him leave now, but he had it in his head that he wanted to see his family.
He wasn’t even sure he’d be welcomed at home, would he? Would he actually be able to see his daughter? He wasn’t even sure anymore. He just missed that...life. He was sick of being used by angels. Sick of it, and he wanted nothing more to do with it.
After Ellen told him that they had a phone Jimmy nodded, “Thanks,” he said to her when she said he could call his wife. At least he knew he wasn’t being kept as a prisoner here.
Jimmy went to pick up the phone behind the bar, and he dialed his number. It was still the same, they hadn’t moved.
“Hello?” he could hear his wives voice as she picked up.
Jimmy suddenly got choked up and he quickly hung up the phone. He sighed as his eyes watered a bit. He couldn’t go home, could he? Amelia would never look at him the same way again.
He stared at the phone for a few minutes looking dumbfounded. He wasn’t the same person he had been. He had changed, and he hated Castiel for it. He looked a little pale and he sat down with a sigh. He had a lot of thinking to do.
Ellen wasn't surprised when Jimmy immediately took the opportunity to call his wife when she suggested it. The poor guy didn't seem to want much else than to talk to his family. She studied him as he went behind the bar and dialed, folding her arms across her chest and standing near the door to the kitchen. This would probably be a long conversation, and if he explained anything to his wife it would give Ellen an idea of what was going on.
However, the man opened his mouth, looked frazzled, then hung up. Ellen blinked. It was like she'd just watched a teenage boy call up a girl he liked, hanging up when she answered because he was too nervous to say anything. That was weird. Maybe it had been a while since the Mrs. had heard from him.
Jimmy sighed and sat down heavily. He looked awful. She wondered how long it had been since he'd slept. She walked over behind the bar.
"Well, that's one way to let her know you're alive."
She smiled and her tone was light, but slightly sarcastic.
"Can I get you somethin' to drink?" she asked. "A beer? Whiskey? You look like you could use a stiff drink."
That was an understatement if she'd ever heard one.
Jimmy was lost in thought until he heard Ellen speak. He stared at the phone a moment longer and then looked back at Ellen for a minute. How was he going to explain that his wife had thought he was a lunatic? There was no way to explain that, was there? He didn’t think so, but on the other hand, Ellen seemed like a nice enough lady and he knew that she may actually listen to him.
He stared at his hands for a minute and sighed, “My wife thought I was insane,” he said to her. “Before I left...I was....” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Castiel would talk to me, ask me to do things that were just.....crazy.” he said. “For example, he asked me to stick my hand in boiling water,” he told her. “To prove my faith...”
He sighed for a minute, “Ellen, that....what I said to my daughter before I left, I don’t even know if they would take me back,” he said. “I told her she wasn’t mine, and that I was not her father,” he said remembering. Castiel said that, not me, but I remember it, it was RIGHT when he took over my body,” he said.
He hated being a vessel. He wanted more then anything to have his life back, and now that he had it back....he wanted peace. He knew it was a lot to ask, for someone like him. Someone who was meant to be God’s servant like this. He just wasn’t into this anymore. He knew he needed a change.
He looked at her and sighed a minute, “I’m fine, I....don’t think I really need another drink,” he muttered. That would probably be the last thing he needed. He hadn’t drank in a while, and he didn’t want to show up drunk on his family’s doorsteps if he DID go back to them.
“This friend of yours,” Jimmy said, “Is he coming soon? I’d like to find out what....what happened to me,” he said.
He hardly remembered the past year or so. All he remembered was being possessed by an angel outside his doorstep, and then....blank. “What the hell happened to me?” he asked realizing his hands were a bit shaky.
Ellen frowned, leaning on the bar as Jimmy tried to explain himself.
"My wife thought I was insane."
She raised an eyebrow. He went on to explain that this Castiel - whoever or whatever it was - spoke to him, told him to do things. Ellen felt the hair raise on her neck. That sounded like it had to be some kind of demon. Asking a man to put his hand in boiling water? That couldn't be anything good. Apparently this thing had also taken over his body and said something cruel to his daughter.
Jimmy declined her offer for a drink and asked again about Sam.
"This friend of yours... Is he coming soon? I'd like to find out what....what happened to me."
Ellen sighed. What was she supposed to do with this guy for the next couple of hours?
"Hard to say," she told him. "Not sure where he's coming from. Why don't you just try to relax, help yourself to some soda or water - on the house. I'll fix you something to eat and we'll get this all straightened out."
At least, she hoped they'd be able to straighten out whatever this was.
((Maybe we could jump forward a few hours and have Sam post next?))
Post by Sam Winchester (NPC) on Dec 6, 2010 10:50:08 GMT -8
Sam
After Sam got the call from Ellen he quickly jumped into action. He packed a few things into a bag. Salt, holy water, some weapons, a few items of extra clothing, the usual. Scribbling a short note he left it on the table. It simply said, Went to the Roadhouse. As he walked down the street away from the motel he made a couple of phone calls. One to Dean and one to Ruby, both of them went straight to voice mail. Damn, he thought to himself. It figured they would both be busy when something like this came up. He didn't bother to leave a message for either one. They'd see that he called.
Sam got a few blocks away from the motel and walked into a dark parking lot. There were several cars parked there. He took a quick look around to see if anyone was around. All was quiet.
Walking through the lot as quietly as he could he tried the doors on several of the cars. He kept moving from car to car until he found one that was unlocked. He tossed his bags in and then ducked inside the vehicle, closing the door carefully.
He fished a small flashlight out of his bag and leaned under the dash of the car. Holding the light in his mouth so he could see what he was doing. It didn't take him long and he had the car hot wired and was pulling out of the parking lot and onto the highway.
Sam made good time as he headed to the Roadhouse. It was just a few hours since Ellen had called and he was pulling into the parking lot. Shutting the lights off and cutting the engine he pulled his Beretta out of the bag, tucked it into the back of his pants and then grabbed the other bag that had his laptop in it.
There was only one car in the lot as he made his way to the front door. It was Ellen's he assumed. Other than that everything was quiet and seemed empty. When he got to the door he could see the closed sign, but there was a light coming through the window. He tried the door knob but it was locked so he knocked on the old wood frame door and called out.
Ellen had no idea what to do with her new "guest." She was halfway between wanting to lock him in a room lined with salt and goofer dust just in case and wanting to make him feel comfortable. Either he was a very crafty creature trying to weasel his way into the lives of the Winchester boys, or he was a very frightened man in trouble. What did you do with that?
Ellen had decided to be hospitable. For now. Apparently at least Sam had some idea of who this person was - or thought he was - and she hoped he would've told her if he was dangerous. Then again, she'd figured he'd call her now and again too just to let her know he and Dean were still breathing.
She managed to keep Jimmy comfortable for a few hours, making him a cheeseburger and some french fries and pouring him a few Cokes. She'd asked him questions about Castiel and his family, and he'd asked her about Sam and Dean. It seemed neither of them trusted the other enough to give any real answers. Strangely, that gave Ellen some reassurance that she wasn't harboring a monster. Most monsters didn't care about keeping secrets. If people found out something they shouldn't, they killed them and moved on, no muss, no fuss. People kept secrets. Scared people.
Ellen had made a pot of coffee. It was getting late and she'd had a long night to begin with. The coffee finished brewing and she stood from her seat, heading toward the coffee pot behind the bar. She turned to offer Jimmy a cup when a knock at the front door made her jump. Her muscles tensed and she reached into the back waistband of her jeans to pull out her pistol, drawing it as she began to creep toward the door.
"Ellen, you in there?"
She sighed with relief and tucked her gun back into her pants. Sam. Of course it was Sam. But, you never did know when you were a hunter. She approached the door quickly and unlocked it before pulling it open. Sam stood on the other side, looking a little worn but otherwise healthy. In one piece. She gave a small smile.
"Hey, Sam," she said.
She pulled him into a tight hug.
"It's good to see you. Wouldn't kill you boys to shoot me a phone call now and then, though."
She pulled away and gave him a stern look, then stepped aside to let him in.
"Come on in. Your friend's been waitin' for you."
She wasn't sure what to call Jimmy at this point, but hopefully now that Sam was here all her questions would be answered soon.
Jimmy looked up when he heard someone new pop into the room. He wasn’t sure what to say or do, and he wasn’t even sure if he really trusted him. How could he when he barely knew him? Then he realized....Sam. It was Sam. He almost instantly recognized him, and he knew that Sam would be looking for Castiel. Of course, Castiel wasn’t there to begin with. Jimmy had no IDEA where he was.
Jimmy stayed quiet for the longest time. He wasn’t about to just blurt out everything to Ellen and Sam, not until he knew for sure he could trust him and everything. JImmy wasn’t keen on trusting people right away. Especially after everything that happened to him. Jimmy could almost hear Castiel calling for help, knowing Castiel was in danger somewhere, though he didn’t say so outloud. Cas had been tossed out of his body somehow, and Jimmy was grateful. All he wanted to do was get back to his normal life. Would that even be possible? He wasn’t sure, but he had to try.
Jimmy listened as Ellen and Sam spoke for a minute or two. It definitely seemed that the two of them knew each other, that was for certain. He smiled a bit. It almost seemed like Ellen was a Mom to him. Finally, when Ellen had him come in, Jimmy perked up a bit. He looked at Sam and still kept quiet at first. Finally he decided to speak.
“M-My name is Jimmy Novak,” he said to Sam. “Castiel was using me, and now he’s out, and I want to go home to my family, please tell me you know how to find them,” he said to Sam hopefully.
Jimmy missed his family so much it hurt. He wished he never would have had to leave them, but he did. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He kept thinking of Clair. He loved her, and the last thing she thought about him was the fact that he was crazy, when in reality he was not.
Jimmy sighed and looked down a minute, then back up at Ellen and Sam, “Can you help me?” he asked.
