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“So… You want to summon an angel here that could potentially be working for Lucifer….” Dean asked as he, Sam and Bobby watched Castiel in silence with puzzled looks as the angel waited expectantly. What he had just proposed made very little sense from the standpoint of the hunters.
“Potentially yes.” Castiel nodded.
“No offence Cas, but that sounds like a really bad idea.” Sam sighed as he looked from the angel to his brother.
“Look, there is a good chance that she isn’t on Lucifers side. During the fall she didn’t choose a side, she may view our plight as a middle ground.” Castiel sighed and looked at Dean almost pleadingly. After a while Dean crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the ceiling.
“Fine… Fine!” He put his hands up in surrender. “But we are doing this my way.”
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It was strange when she heard it; no one had summoned her in ages. She wasn’t a popular angel like Michael or Gabriel, so no one ever prayed to her, let alone cast a summoning ritual with her name. She allowed the spell to pull her and appeared in a study of an old house. Books lined the walls; she could practically smell the age on the pages and mildew in the walls.
As she turned to face who had summoned her flames flared up around her, forming a neat burning circle that she knew she wouldn’t be able to cross. She stared at the flames with mild annoyance before finally looking up to see who had forced her to come to this place and trapped her. Three men stood before her, two young and attractive by human standards and the third was older, in a wheel chair, with a surly face.
They were staring, but she could hardly blame them. Being in a vessel for thousands of years, her grace had begun to change it, shine through in a way. The woman had been lovely and petite, with dark wavy hair and a dark olive complexion. Over the years her skin had taken a golden sheen, her face had filled out slightly and become more angular. The eyes were what had changed most. They had gone from soft and round to hard and angled, and warm brown had given way to fiery gold. She was able to hold her body with a feline grace instead of awkwardly like the other angels. Her grace had turned her small meek vessel into human visage of herself; fierce and beautiful.
“Evandria.” Her attention was drawn to the fourth in the room.
“Castiel… What are you doing with humans?” She was genuinely surprised to see the angel here. She looked between the four of them and smiled tauntingly. “Giving up on the heavenly fight?”
“You must know that-” Castiel was cut off.
“That Lucifer has risen? That Michael and Zachariah purposely started the apocalypse?” There was no hint of a smile on her face any more and those unearthly eyes were fixed on the other angel. “I am well aware.”
“What side are you on then?” The man with shorter hair asked; he sounded cocky and moved as though nothing could stand in his way. Evandria leveled gaze rested upon him but he did not waver.
“I’m not on any side, Dean.” She grinned and rolled her eyes when he gave her a confused look. “Yes sweetheart, I know your name.”
“We need your help, Evandria.” Castiel interrupted before Dean could reply.
“My help? I’m on the same level as you, Castiel. Lower even. I mean I refused to fight for heaven after all.” She tapped her booted foot on the floor and gestured to the flaming circle around her. “Worried I’m going to bite?”
“Sorry Sweetheart, but the muzzle stays on until we know you can be trusted.” The amount of spite behind the pet name made Evandria shoot Dean a glare.
“Why don’t you let me out and I’ll show you just how trustworthy I can be.” She shot back at him. The stubborn look in his eyes was eerily familiar.
“Look we aren’t letting you out until we know you aren’t working for Lucifer.” As the words leave Sams’ mouth Castiel lowered his eyes to the floor and waited. The name sent a shock down her spine, a feeling between excitement and anger. Evandrias’ eyes flickered to the younger Winchester, and she looked at him for the first time, really looked at him. She forced herself to forget just whose vessel he was. He seemed like a nice enough man, maybe too nice for what he was created for. He shrank back from the anger within them, silly since she was hopelessly trapped in the circle of flames.
“And feed into his arrogance? I would never take his side.” Her tone was severe and her eyes never left his. “Nor would I take Michaels. This is no heavenly war; this is children playing at men. They are sick of looking over the world for their father so they think they have found a way out. Children trying to worm their way out of responsibility by hiding behind the word destiny.”
The room went silent. Sam was trying to look anywhere but at the captured angel, Castiel and Dean were exchanging glances and Bobby was trying to look invisible. Evandria started to pace the circle and shoved her hands into her white over coat.
“Will you help us or not?” Castiel finally broke the silence.
“Help you do what?” She turned on him. “Do exactly what Michael would ask me to do? Kill Lucifer?”
“I fail to see how that is a bad thing.” Dean interrupted.
“You… don’t exactly know who I am, do you?” Evandria gave him a questioning look then glanced at Castiel. “You didn’t tell them?”
“If they knew they would have never summoned you.” He confessed.
“Knew what?” The older man finally spoke up. “Who is she?”
“She was Lucifers Consort.” Everyone froze at Castiels words, even Evandria. It had been too long since she had been called anything of the sort. Feelings of regret and shame mingled with confusion and heartache. People who thought that angels couldn’t feel were only partially right. They could feel, just not as wildly and freely as a human feels. If those feelings ever got out of check they were made to beat them back down; couldn’t have their soldiers compromised. She hated the way they had to lock them away.
“You had us summon Satans wife?!” Deans voice snapped Evandria out of her thoughts. She bit back what she was feeling and looked back at her captors.
“Believe me, what you are thinking and what I am are two completely different things.” She offered in defense.
“So what? You’re like his mistress? His fuck buddy?” Again with his arrogance, his harsh movements that spoke volumes. She was beginning to understand why he was Michaels true vessel. Something in his face changed after her wary gaze met his and Sam smacked his shoulder.
“Dude. Stop being a dick.” She ignored his pitying gaze.
“Evandria, we have to find another way. We know now that only another Archangel can kill him, and they will all be waiting until the final day.” Castiel sounded like he was pleading. “There has to be another way to stop this.”
“I may know of someone who may have a solution.” She rolled her eyes as they all instantly perked up. “It’s going to take a lot of luck you don’t have boys, but if you let me out of this damn circle I will lend you some of mine.”
After a moment’s hesitation Castiel snapped his fingers and the fire was doused, not even leaving scorch marks in its wake. Before anyone had time to think Evandria appeared across the room, mere inches away from Dean, staring up into his face. He let out a startled grunt and tried to back away only to find he was too close to the wall. He stared wildly down at her steady golden eyes.
“The next time you mock me in such a way, I will cut your tong out.” He tone was not angry, it was level and almost pained. Dean glanced to Castiel then back to Evandria.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He let out a breath as she pulled away from him.
“I hope you are all well aware of how much I am sticking my neck out doing this.” He gaze fell between Sam and Dean. “I refused to fight at all last time, and now I am helping you fight what has been written in stone for eons, no one is going to take me in after this. Not heaven, not hell; no one.”
“Well, we are definitely grateful for whatever help you can offer us, Evandria.” Sams tone was kind but it didn’t melt any of the ice in her stare, though it might have in her heart. She gave him a long look that wasn’t scrutinizing or angry, just thoughtful and wary.
“I’ll be in touch.” She finally said to Castiel and disappeared to search for her lost brother.
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Evandria sat quietly on the large boulder in a field somewhere in New Zealand. She had been waiting for hours, sending out silent calls every so often. She was sure if she kept the calls persistent and vague enough for a long period of time he would not be able to resist.
“I have to admit, when I felt that it was you calling me I was a little surprised.” She smiled up at the man before her. Gabriel had gone to great lengths to hide himself from the other angels but Evandria could tell by the sly smile and the confident stride that this was indeed the Messenger. He had changed his vessel since the last time they spoke.
“Yes well, better me than those Winchester boys.” She sighed. “Castiel taught them how to use holy oil.”
“Where were you yesterday?” The Archangel let out a humorless laugh. “Those jerk-offs caught me in a circle when I was just trying to make a point.”
“So they figured out what you really were?” She raised and eye brow. “I am surprisingly impressed.”
“I’m sure you didn’t call me here just to chit chat.” Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest. “What do you want Evandria?”
“We were friends once… I don’t see why I can’t just call you to talk.” She felt a little shame creep into the back of her mind. It had been hundreds of years since she attempted to talk to her oldest friend; she was surprised he showed at all.
“Ev, we are still friends.” His tone was stern but his eyes were full of laughter as always. She gave him a hard look before allowing herself a small grin.
“I am sure the boys explained their situation to you, I seem to find myself in the same boat. I don’t want this stupid childish fight to ensue, I rather like this world. But… I would rather not see Lucifer dead in order to save it.” When she looked back to the Archangel his golden green eyes were sad. He walked over and sat beside her on the boulder, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together.
“You still love him don’t you?” Gabriels words were like an icy dagger to her chest.
“How would I know? I haven’t seen him in thousands of years, Gabe.” Evandria cupped her face in her hands.
“I wouldn’t blame you.” He caught her incredulous glance and smiled. “You can’t just choose not to love someone.”
“This isn’t what I called you to talk about.” She tried to fought keep the iciness from her voice when she spoke; Gabriel may have been her friend but he was still and Archangel, being rude wasn’t a good idea. “Do you know of another way? Someway to reverse all of this.”
“I might…” She could hear the trickster in his voice and rolled her eyes without looking at him.
“But you won’t tell me; typical, Gabriel.” She shot him a glare. “Seriously.”
“You won’t like it.” He warned. Biting her lip Evandria stood and stretched her back. She had a feeling where this was going and she didn’t like it.
“Tell me though; do you really want ‘paradise’? I mean it sounds so boring.” She decided to change the topic.
“You seem pretty decided that Lucifer won’t win this fight, Ev.” Gabriel was trying to see her reaction now, saying things so he could gauge where she stood.
“He can’t win, Michael is too powerful.” She looked up to the stars. If there was anything worth saving in this world, it would be the magnificent view of the universe it had. When she finally spoke again her voice was soft. “Any paradise where he is dead is no paradise to me.”
“What do you want?” Gabriels voice was gentle now.
“Would it surprise you if I said I didn’t know?” They were both smiling now.
“Not in the least.” His smug smirk told Evandria that he knew much more than he was letting on.