Just like every second Thursday, as per the plan to help with her anxiety and social difficulties, Kat had planned a timetable for herself for her usual morning out in her local town, from what time bus she would catch in to the odd jobs she would do whilst there. Having disembarked from the bus, she proceeded to the library, returning the book she’d borrowed and taking out another video in its place.
From there, as per the plan, she went to her opticians to pay for and collect her new glasses, before doing a little shopping and getting a coffee before heading for home. The plan fell apart at the opticians. Kat had just picked up her glasses, having had them properly fitted, when suddenly a loud noise came from the back room, and a suited figure came out in its wake.
This suited figure, however, was no man. Yes, he wore a smart black suit, neatly pressed and correctly fastened, with a white dress shirt and a tie, but the head at the top was like something out of science-fiction. The head was shaped like a large, bloated fish, humanoid features to the front, with a tall, fluted crest of stiffly pointed spines poking up out of a fin like structure on the top of its head, Mohican style, two smaller fins sprouting, ear like, from either side, and a tail like protrusion at the rear.
Mainly crimson in colour, it had markings of a rich cobalt blue splashed here and there and the attitude of a gout – ridden general with nappy rash and tight boots. He was waving an AK47 around and yelling orders. Kat had had just enough time to take in the strange being before her, when two more occurrences had her collapsing to the floor, curled up in a terrified heap.
The shop door behind her came crashing loudly into the shop, sending her sprawling from its impact with her spine, a gruff American voice calling to drop the gun, when, in that same instance, another suited, coated figure appeared, seemingly from nowhere, behind the first figure, a hand extending to touch the back of the first figures neck, dropping him to the floor like a sinking ship.
The latest figure on the scene, ignoring everyone else, followed the fish-headed-man to the ground, examining him with seeming nonchalant exactness from the slightest of glances, only looking up when the American voiced male in the greatcoat poked him with his boot. ”Who and what are you, and how did you do that?” The American demanded, scrutinising the both other males intensely.
The man on the floor glanced up, merely to acknowledge the other, before looking back to the unconscious …..thing…on the floor, stating calmly, ridiculously, ”I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord.” It was at that point that Kat, rocking herself on her feet and bottom from her coiled position on the floor, gained the Great-coated figures attention.
Walking across to where she sat, he sank to one knee beside her, and offered his hand ”Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood.” He grinned in what Kat imagined he thought of as a winning way, she struggled for a voice, shock and panic having robbed her of it temporarily. ”Kat, I’m Kat.” Castiel chose that moment to break the awkward speech and comment ”Oh, you’re beautiful, such a wonderful creation of my father’s, but so very far from your home.” He proceeded to list the exact species and planet that fish-man actually was, and in the blinking of an eye both he, and the fish-man, disappeared.
The Captain looked annoyed, maybe perplexed was more the phrase, turning his attention back to Kat, he helped her to her feet, and took her to the café, conveniently right next door, for strong, sweet coffee, to get over the shock, and talk over what she’d seen. As she lifted the cup to her lips for the first sip, there was the sound of wing beats, and Castiel was, once more, at their side, perched incongruously, conspicuously, beside Kat at the table.
”I would not drink that if I were you, Kat. It has been drugged to make you forget what you have encountered.”, with a gasp of shock, Kat cast the cup away from her, and the still hot liquid dribbled, slowly, down the front of its buyers greatcoat. Jack scowled, unamused at having his careful ‘clean up’ operation scuppered. Kat shrank back from the hand he held out to her, leaning, instead, toward the confusing, strangely comforting, Angel of the Lord.
With a blinking of an eye, Jack, Kat and Cas were no longer in the café, but were, rather, in a rundown motel room looking into the stunned faces of two tall men dressed in jeans, tees and plaid over shirts, one slightly taller than the other, both with hair in shades of brown, both with brownish green eyes, both seemingly used to unannounced appearances by the Angel, though seemingly NOT used to him appearing with other people with him. The shorter of the two men spoke (cursed) first.
”Jesus Christ Cas! Not only no warning or personal space, but bringing strangers too? What’s the deal this time? World doomed? Abaddon risen again and roaming the Earth for a host to wear to the next prom? What’s with the cutie and the WW2 reject? Sam swallowed a grin and held his hand out to you both, offering introductions. Jack scowled.
Thus far, to Jack, the day had gone from terrible to worse, first the blowfish being snatched from under his very nose, then the Angel preventing his clean-up, now being snatched away himself to meet ‘Dumb and Dumber – The Plaid Version’
, and all before lunch. He was not a happy bunny. He grunted a response, leaving a bewildered Kat to ask what questions she would.
Her tongue tying itself in knots, Kat muttered a vague explanation of what had happened to her thus far that day, to the older brother’s disbelief, while the younger kept more of an open mind, having a faith that his sibling had never had. Kat’s rambling account was cut short when Castiel, eyes closed and hands by his sides, began mouthing soundlessly to himself, whether a prayer, a benediction or a calling, no-one knew yet.
The answer was not long in coming. With the fluttering of wings, half a dozen more men were around them, gazes fixed on a shy and rather scared Kat, raising his hands, Cas confounded the gathered people by announcing ”Brothers, this is the one we have been seeking! She is the one. turning to one of the new arrivals, he said ”Come, my brother, read her for yourself! See, she must be protected. She is the Apostle, the witness come to bring about the start of the Beginning. She must be taught, she must learn, she must know!”
At this somewhat startling announcement, Kat backed away from the approaching stranger, who had his hand stretched out toward her in a gesture that reminded her of Cas’s handling the blowfish that morning. Sam, the younger, taller brother, introduced the new-comers by name. ”Kat, Jack, these are Balthazar, Gabriel, Samandriel, Lucifer, Zachariah (he’s an asshole), and Anias. All Angels or Archangels, they generally are good people, when they aren’t being the biggest assholes in the universe. Watch out for Zac, he’s a bit of a …..Dick.”
Kat, with a slightly alarmed squeak, pushed herself further behind Sam’s friendly feeling bulk, and murmured ”Eowyn, I want Eowyn. I want my cat. You’re all bigger than me and older than me, and I want my cat.” With a click of his fingers, Gabriel, smiling gently at the still startled girl, presented the white and black feline to her, asking if that was, indeed, the right one. Kat took her and nuzzled her gently, nodding an agreement. Muttering under his breath and fiddling with the watch-like device on his wrist, Jack disappeared from view, leaving Kat more bewildered than ever.
Zachariah, opening his mouth to make one of his usual, pompous, self-congratulatory statements, was cut off by Lucifer, who simply gave him a hard look, made a gesture with his hand, and muted him. Murmuring something to Gabriel, Anais and Samandriel left for a couple of moments, returning with the newly resurrected Jo and Ellen Harvelle, to remain with Kat during her training and protect her from the likely seduction attempts of their very own ‘Righteous Man’, and others that may try to lead her astray from her calling, the two females at their sides astonishing and delighting the Winchester brothers.
MEOW came loudly from the back of the now crowded room, Eowyn, disliking how closely Kat was holding her, made her displeasure known – loudly. ”Damn fur ball” grumbled Dean as the cat leaped from Kat’s arms and into Castiel’s delighted hands. Lucifer, rolling his eyes but secretly fawning over one of his father’s creatures, stepped closer to the troubled youth and laid a careful hand on her shoulder as she watched his brother practically swoon over the animal.
With a gleam of mischief in his eyes, Gabriel winked at Kat and snapped his fingers, instantly EVERYONE was holding a cat of some description. Dean, as luck would have it (or Gabe’s scheming) was holding a Siamese – the one breed that can’t retract their claws – guess who got scratched? Sam had a long furred Persian blue, while all the other angels were holding kittens of various breeds. Kat herself was snuggling a Cornish Rex – distinctive for being completely bald.
With the anxious girl’s nerves a little calmer in the presence of the animals, the Angels and Hunters discussed, with Kat, the form of training she would need. In a throwaway comment that many of the host didn’t understand, Dean made reference to Yoda’s training of Luke on Dagobah – from the Star Wars films – however, not only did Gabriel understand the reference, he thought it an excellent idea, and shrunk Dean to fit a child’s toddler carrier, ready for the off.
While Sam and Lucifer laughed and Kat grinned a little Castiel looked, as much as his expression changed at all, annoyed, while the other Angels either rolled their eyes or seemed bewildered. Dean, in the carrier strapped to a bemused Kat’s back, crossed his arms over his now diminished chest and cussed Gabriel from Heaven to Hell and back again (in some very imaginative ways). Lucifer, looking, perhaps to get a little revenge for the aborted apocalypse, teasingly told him that little boys who swore got punished and willed a paddle for his butt into existence.
Cas was now glowering at them both, and he, with Samandriel and Inias, changed him to his right size, the Siamese – who’d been shrunk and stuck in the carrier with him – yowled loudly, scratched him mightily across the cheek and leapt to relative safety of Kat’s arms. With the humour of the act having broken the ice and allowed Kat to relax, the Angels, except for Cas and Inias, disappeared back to wherever they’d come from.
Now was time for lessons to begin….not quite. Kat refused to even think about learning anything until such time as her parents had been visited and assured of her safety (and sanity). The Angels zapped her, and the hunters, to her parent’s house, appearing inside the living room and almost giving her mother a heart attack.
Her mother had a heart condition, and four strangers and her daughter suddenly appearing out of thin air did not help her. Inias lay a hand on her head and cured her. Sitting on the floor shaking her head in confusion, her mother, Linda, looked around at them all in bewilderment as her daughter questioned him as to what he’d just done. Inias explained that he’d cured the heart condition.
Gathering her scattered wits back together, Linda reminded her daughter of stranger danger, and that she’d been going to collect her glasses. Nodding, Kat took the point up with the Angels, who answered by zapping them all back to the bunker in Kansas. Kat was livid with them all, and made sure they ALL knew it. Sam wrapped an arm around her shoulders to try to calm and console her.
Shoving him aside, or rather, trying to, Kat went to storm off in a temper, only to realise that she had no clue where she was, or how she could get safely away. Dean burst out into amused chuckles at her frustration, Sam was more understanding of her situation, the two Angels stood clueless of why the Apostle was angered with them, and of how to right the situation.
Suddenly, from a room somewhere in the depths of the tunnel like structure came a young Asian male, not much older than Kat herself from the looks of him, grumbling about disruptions to his translations and what was the fuss now. Kat ran to him, maybe he could help her.
Gasping a little, still upset and not a little anxious, Kat blurted out in one long, unbroken sentence her situation, and how she’d been abducted from a café near her home and taken to some strangers, then taken home briefly only to be abducted again. Kevin, the young man in question, had had a similar happening when he’d come into his ‘Prophet’ role – leaving him perfectly placed to understand how she was feeling now.
He glanced over at the Hunters and Angels, rolling his eyes before leading her to the kitchen for a sit down and some coffee. Calming, Kat and Kevin talked about their similar situations and how nothing had gone as planned for either of them.
While they were talking, Gabriel arrived, Castiel had been in touch to ask advice on the unhappy Apostle. When Kat sent him an annoyed look and otherwise ignored him, he went looking for his younger brothers and found Sam who filled him in on the situation. Gabriel wasn’t impressed with either Dean, or his siblings. He gathered them for a ‘Team Meeting’ to explain the error of their ways. The talk was met with resentment by one, acceptance by another and confusion by the other two.
Once he’d explained, coerced and conned his way into everyone’s understanding and acceptance, he had led a slightly morose but contrite party of Angels and Hunters into the kitchen where the two youths sat talking. With some stipulations, Kat agreed to the ‘Heavenly directive’ that she must learn all things Supernatural, Spiritual, and Scriptural, one being that she had a room near Kevin for safety and another that her cat be returned to her from wherever she had been left. On behalf of all parties, Gabriel agreed.
Next day, Gabriel and Balthazar took Kat back home to her parents, landing OUTSIDE and knocking at the door, trying to make reparation for the previous day. Healing not only her father’s diabetes and galactoseamia, but her sisters’ autism too. Reassured, and with some of her own belongings in tow, Kat took temporary residence in the bunker with Team Free Will. Her guinea pigs re-homed with her.
As Dean taught her about guns and weaponry, and Sam brought her up to speed on other uses for the internet than social sites like Tumblr and twitter, the Angels took turns instructing her on the truth of the holy past and its relevance to her future. All went well, until the third week, when it was Zachariah’s turn to instruct the young lady on Enochian, the sigils, language and pronunciation. Kat and Zach had what might be described as a trying relationship – he was trying to boss her about and she was trying to avoid him.
When he appeared, ten thirty on the Wednesday morning, to begin the lesson, Kat decried the timing ”I have keep fit with Sam and Kevin now, I can give you an hour after lunch. Come back around two pm.” and off she scampered, calling for the two men in question, Cas giving an almost guilty half grin at her antics. When he came back at two, she wasn’t there – she was in a ‘lesson’ with Lucifer – studying the ecology of the planet with a world-wide field trip.
After a month of non-stop evasions and avoidances, Zach had run out of patience and convened a meeting with Kat and the others to get some kind of attendance guarantee for her presence the next morning. It didn’t go as he expected. When he demanded to know what it would take for her to actually attend the lesson, she gave him a blunt stare and declared ”A different teacher.”
Sniggers and chuckles broke out around those that weren’t afraid of Zachariah, and Lucifer decreed that if she felt so strongly about it, Castiel would teach her – Zachariah would prepare the lessons materials and deliver them to Castiel instead of going too close to the uncomfortable young Apostle. Kat gave a small cheer and high fived Kevin (the prophet had been helping to run interference for the teenager) the other humans laughed.
Castiel began the lessons next morning at nine sharp. In these lessons Kat wasn’t alone though, both Sam, Dean and Kevin evincing an interest in the subject – they all joined class, with Dean grumbling about the time. The lesson went well, and was actually much more interesting than it had first appeared to be. Afterwards, over coffee in the kitchen, Kat and Kevin spoke of how their roles gave them unique perspectives on the whole ‘Angels and Demons’ thing, and monsters in general. It made Kat think.
With a lot on her mind, she wandered outside to meet Anais for her next lesson – Evolution and the effect of mankind on the world. Again, the lesson was interesting, and well presented with just enough humour (intended or not) included for it to make a subject that took her attention.
Once it was over, she asked the young Angel a few …..Pointed questions, and discovered that the answers were even more fitting for what she’d been thinking about than she hoped. She called for Lucifer and asked Anais to bring Michael to her. It was time to get to work.
Meanwhile, across the Pacific in Cardiff, Jack had returned to the Torchwood hub and was grumbling long and loud to his merry band of workers about the Angels interfering in his last recovery mission, and how they may or may not be under threat of imminent invasion by such beings. Just then, the intruder alarm went off….
Zachariah and Lucifer, working together for a change, for the common cause, had arrived and heard Jack’s rant. They decided to have some fun with them. Zachariah, bellowing Enochian curses in his full, unrestricted, natural voice, blew out the lights in half the network of tunnels that made up the hub while Lucifer – still appearing as a burning through Nick – suddenly stood in the centre of the main conference room, hands on hips, sneer on his face.
While Jack faced off against Lucifer in the centre of the hub, Owen and Tosh shot at him and Gwen and Ianto went to find the intruder in the complex itself. Checking the cell area, they found Janet, their weevil, missing. Zachariah touched both in turn and they were transported to the main room with Jack and Lucifer. He followed up bringing in Owen and Tosh.
Jack, finding that his entire team had been rounded up, sat at the table, folded his arms, and tersely informed his team people that these were two of the Angels that had a mission for them, and that they had no recourse but to obey – they, Torchwood, had no way of stopping them from doing anything they pleased. Lucifer gave a charming grin as Zachariah smirked, Owen cursed about smarmy dicks under his breath and the rest of them sat at attention.
Lucifer, standing with his back to the screen that was showing, as usual the cells – now devoid of any inmates – explained who the Apostle was, what her role in the upcoming events was, and how they, Torchwood, were to train and educate her on all things extra-terrestrial that they had come across. It would prove vital in the upcoming months. They, the Angels, would bring her along when she’d finished her supernatural training in America.
Lucifer was the one to answer the inevitable questions, firstly from Gwen. ”You say she’s just a teenager, where’s she going to live? And how’s she going to support herself? You know, food, clothes, and the basic essentials of life?” Lucifer smiled, it wasn’t reassuring.
”My dear Gwen, do you honestly expect that a ward of God needs to be concerned with life’s trivialities like that? Torchwood will provide accommodation, and all other basic requirements, just as it does for you. She’s a vegetarian, so in the next few months, you can be sorting out suitable supplies. The American team she’s with now has her living with them.”
Next came Ianto ”Sir, if I understand you correctly, this young lady is to learn ALL about EVERYTHING we’ve yet encountered that came through the rift. Sir, none of US knows everything about all of it yet, how’s she supposed to learn it all so fast?”
”Ah, Ianto, isn’t it? You’re mere mortals, save for Jack. Kat, the Apostle, has accelerated learning due to her role as one of God’s key agents here on Earth.” Tosh looked up and quietly asked what Kat’s computing skills were like, Lucifer remarked that she found her way well enough around twitter, Tumblr and deviant art.
Owen sneered, and demanded ”Well, what if we don’t want to abide by your will?” Zachariah, grinning delightedly, snapped his fingers and Owen found himself securely fastened to the ceiling by his butt. Jack, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face demanded first Owen’s release, then some idea of when Kat would arrive. Owen fell to the floor, landing hard and painfully, and Lucifer just grinned, announced that Kat would be bringing a cat and two guinea pigs, and the two Angels vanished.
When they got back to Kat in America, she took an instant dislike to the smugly amused looks on their faces and demanded to know what they’d been up to. When they simply replied that the Torchwood party were aware of what they needed to be prepared for, she insisted on the two of them taking her there.
The alarms blared again as they arrived in the centre of the Torchwood hub, the five people still gathered around the table where the Angels had left them, Owen still rubbing his head where a rather prominent lump had developed. Kat, arms folded in disbelief and an apologetic look on her face, turned to the still alarming (to her) Jack, and stated that she didn’t know what the two had said or done, but to ignore them.
Holding her hand out to the closest member of the team, who happened to be Gwen, she said ”I’m Kat. All I really need is a place to sleep – a sleeping bag on the floor will do - some kind of vegetarian food source, and somewhere for my cat and guinea pigs to stay. I’ll be about six months, I’m told, in the US, before coming here. I imagine they caused some kind of mischief whilst here, and for that I apologise. “ Grabbing a pen and paper off the desk, she scribbled a few things and handed it to Jack.
”Look, here’s my mobile number, if they get out of hand, or anything untoward happens, call me, and I’ll sort it. The other Angels I’m working with are Gabriel – he’s a trickster, so expect some pranks while he’s around, Castiel – Jack, you met him earlier, Samandriel, Inias – they’re both nice, and Balthazar – he’s a boozer, so keep your wine and whiskey under lock and key while he’s about.”
Owen, his face a mix of fury and confusion, stated coldly”They hung me from the ceiling by my ass, then dropped me from it onto my head – look!” Kat scowled at the two Angels, before saying”So, its fun to hang people around is it? Which one hung you up? Zachariah? Lucifer, hang him up too, then fix the man’s head. No, Zach, not physician heal thyself. Lucifer, do it, you two caused it. And no coming down before I say so Zach.”
Picking up a small device from off the desk, Kat turned it over in her hands, a stream of information leaving her mouth completely without her knowledge, the main screen behind Jack lighting up with the information as it did so, leaving everyone in the room with their mouths hanging open in amazement. Carefully, slowly, Lucifer removed the device from her hands, and the in-depth analysis of the item ceased. Confusion creased Kat’s brows when she saw the new information on the screen, and she looked around in bewilderment.
”Lucifer, have you fixed the feller yet? Zachariah, have you learned your lesson? No? Then fucking well do it. NOW LUCI!” A voice, sounding distinctly like an amused Gwen’s, said ”Maybe she’ll be an asset Jack.” Grinning, Kat looked from Gwen to Owen, and said cheekily ”No, HIS was the ass that was set. Set on the ceiling. Bye now, I’ll see you in a few months.” and they all vanished, before reappearing briefly to say ”Oh, I’ll send one of the nicer Angels a few days before I arrive, to give you some warning. Okay? Bye.”
In America, Lucifer showed up to answer Kat’s call, horrified to find Michael there too, along with Dean and Sam. Kat, looking both nervous and determined, was sitting in the middle of a clearing in the woods outside the bunker, on an old fallen tree, arms loosely draping over her knees. She introduced herself to Michael, then cleared her throat.
”Now, apparently, I’m supposed to be some kind of all important Apostle, vital to the new world plan of God or whatever. That’s not going to work for me if I have to keep living in a theoretical war zone. So this is what’s going to happen. Michael, Lucifer, Dean, Sam, you’re each going to hug it out with your brother, forgiving and forgetting one another’s misdemeanours, then I’ll set you a task together to prove you mean it. Go on, hug each other, and mean it!”
When reluctant hugs had been exchanged, and the brothers had made up with each other, Kat told them of the mission she had in mind for them. Smiling delightedly at them, she spoke up once more. ”I hear tell that there’s still someone trapped in the cage. An innocent human that was unfortunate enough to fit in with the plans of Angels and was sacrificed as corporate damage. I believe his name is Adam Milligan, and that he’s a Winchester by blood if not by name. Your mission, if you want me to do my part, is to rescue him from there and bring him here, healed and whole. If he’s not here by this time next week, you can take your ‘Apostleship’ and stick it where the sun don’t shine.”
Grumbling to themselves, the four males left her in the sun while they started to think about the project they’d just been landed with. Kat, relaxed and pleased with herself, sprawled back and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she wasn’t alone, a man of medium height and slightly pudgy girth was before her, a delighted smile on his face as he announced ”Hello Darling.”
Without knowing quite what she said, Kat’s mouth opened and an unbroken stream of unfamiliar language sped forth, causing red smoke to pour from the man’s mouth, and the body to collapse floor ward. Angels appeared just as he landed, Angel blades drawn, sensing danger to the Apostle. Looking from the unconscious man on the grassy ground to the Angels gathered around her, Kat asked plaintively what was going on.
Castiel, his blade disappearing back where it was stored, crouched down by the fallen figure, only to curse as he turned the figure face up. ”Crowley!” he swore. Gabriel looked from the man to Kat, a thoughtful look on his usually grinning face, as Kat asked if ‘Crowley’ was dead. Inias reassured her that he was not, merely exorcised, the body he’d been occupying unconscious. Kat sighed with relief and got up, wanting to get away from the place he’d appeared as soon as possible.
In that week, with Michael, Lucifer, Dean and Sam absent, the usual routine changed slightly, yes, Kat still took lessons in hunting and spirituality from the Angels, Ellen, Jo and Garth, who’d dropped by to see the brothers, but once the day’s lessons were over, Kat was teaching the Angels something of how living as a human felt – simple things like walking in the woods with baskets, collecting the wild foods that grew in there. It was fall by now, berries and apples, hips and haws, all manner of wild variants of herbs and vegetables were collected and stored in the bunkers massive fridges and freezers, ready to make a meal when the week drew to a close.
After the third woodland scavenge for ingredients, Kat announced that they had enough and now she needed to go to the shops, Kevin offered to take her, Gabriel and Balthazar opting to come along for protection. Once there, Kat picked up preserving sugar, cooking apples, flour, shortening, and all manner of other things, like cloves and cinnamon. Paying for it all, they returned to the bunker.
There, she set to work, organising the Angels and humans into teams to work with her, some chopping and mincing the wild fruits for a woodland jelly, some washing the herbs and vegetables to be made into other dishes, still others to peel, core and chop the cooking apples and pick over the blackberries while she made her special pastry for the pie crusts. Soon, the whole bunker was filled with the aroma of baking and boiling fruits and pastries.
Once the pies were out of the oven to cool and the fruit had been set to strain ready for making into the jelly, Kat started again with the fillets of beef she’d purchased fresh while they were out, carefully removing all the fat before grinding it and shaping the resultant mince into patties that were then plated and put in the fridge. She started then on making bread rolls, from scratch, just like her mother did when she was in a temper.
With the bread rolls baking in the oven, she retrieved the patties from the fridge and started to grill them, so they were practically fat free, and almost melted in the mouth. It was then that the doors banged open and Dean burst in, Sam and Lucifer at his heels, Michael and Adam bringing up the rear. Kat, a relieved smile on her face, went to meet them, greeting them with hugs (the Archangels too), and questioning Adam about how he felt. Then she ran back to the kitchen.
Wandering in behind her, the newly returned group stood, eyes widening, at the sight of the domesticated Angels before them, and all the foods spread around the surfaces and table. Beckoning them in, she handed Adam a plate, and told him to help himself, before setting each of the others to try eating something too. Cas complained it tasted of molecules, so Kat took his hand, and said to try again.
When he then grinned and kept happily eating, she pointed out that just a ‘touch of humanity’ would help them enjoy human things more. That’s when ALL the Angels took a hold on a nearby human to try for themselves. Once everyone had empty plates, Kat called over to Dean, asking if what she’d heard of his love of pie was true. Nodding emphatically, Dean was almost goggle eyed when three were produced from the refrigerator and divided into slices.
Each person was asked if they wanted some, and given their choice of flavour between Apple and clove, apple and blackberry, and home-made lemon meringue. Ice cream or cream was served with it. By the time everyone had finished eating, there was almost nothing left. Coffee was served and conversation turned to where the Archangels and Hunters had been, though knowing looks were spreading given Adam’s presence there.
Days raced by, each one more hectic than the last, until, one day, Kat heard the unmistakeable sounds of a massive argument, male voices raised in disagreement. Disliking conflict, she went to investigate. Finding the row in progress, she discovered Sam and Dean, full on defensive against a very worked up Adam, who was yelling at them about leaving him in the cage for so long.
Dean lost his cool and snapped back that the only reason he was back, despite Sam and his best efforts, was because the Apostle had forced the Archangels hands by threatening to not do her part in upcoming events if they counted even one human as ‘collateral damage’, and gave them a week to get him back, healed and whole.
Adam, his face a picture of disbelief, stated that if that was the case. Then he’d stick with her, come what may. Dean was gob-smacked, devastated that his brother would choose a stranger over family but Sam wasn’t so shocked, after all, why wouldn’t he go with a pretty young lady rather than his two near stranger brothers that hadn’t managed to save him when it counted?
Kat stepped into the room, her face flaming red, her head down, chin on her chest, not meeting anyone’s eyes. ”Adam, you can’t abandon your family like that. Family is important, you know that. Do you think I’d be this far from home if I had a choice? I HAVE to be here, you don’t, you can stay with your family and not play the part of global hobo anymore. You don’t need to be involved in Heavenly affairs anymore, you’re free.
Adam stepped up to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, his voice dropping an octave, soothing, calming, and persuasive. ”Kat, did you ever stop to think that maybe I WANT to be near you? That I feel my place to be beside you? You’re giving up so much, more than any of the rest of us ever had to, and all for you don’t know what. Maybe I feel you need a friend at your side, and that I want to be that friend. Trust me Kat, this isn’t pity, nor gratitude, its friendship, loyalty and trust. Brotherly love. Let me be there for you, like you are for everyone else.”
With an embarrassed smile, and a shy glance at his brothers, Kat reached up and plopped a friendly peck on Adam’s cheek before escaping the room, and the bunker. Once outside, she was faced again by Crowley, this time he wore ear plugs and gagged her before she could start on the exorcism, again the Angels appeared, blades drawn in readiness to defend her. Crowley grinned as a dozen of his best demons appeared to defend him and help carry off the Apostle. It looked grim for the young lady.
That’s when Dean and Sam, taking note of the commotion from the Angels, burst onto the scene, Adam in their wake, crashing out of the doors and racing to the rescue. With the Angels, Archangels and Hunters all working together, it didn’t take long for the area to be cleared again, and for Adam to wrap his arms protectively around Kat’s shoulders. Leaning on his strength, Kat allowed herself to be escorted inside once more.
A few days later, something unusual happened which no-one could explain at first. That is, until Kat had a visit from a rather unusual Professor. Professor Charles Xavier didn’t LOOK all that impressive, bald and wheelchair bound, he arrived unexpected and unannounced one afternoon, two days after Kat had somehow fought off both Crowley and Alistair single handedly, coming out of it without a scratch, not even breathing hard.
Xavier, producing a card giving the address of a school ‘for the gifted’ in Westchester, New York, proclaimed Kat to be coming into her latent mutant abilities, and proved their existence by moving Sam’s laptop to Kat’s lap by telekinesis. He proceeded, with Angelic supervision, to read Kat’s mind, or tried to, finding that he could not absorb all of what she had taken in, only just enough to gain an understanding of what was happening to her.
Kat, throwing her head back and swearing loudly, demanded exasperatedly what else was going to happen. Giving a brief sketch of what he’d read in her mind, the Professor filled them in on what he could. Kat groaned in dismay while Adam grinned.
Over the next few days, Kat discovered more abilities, some she had fun with – like when she morphed into Cas, morphing Adam into Dean and making out in the library in front of everyone ELSE, leaving the real Dean and Cas bewildered by the questions and insinuations that were thrown their way, and the way she made Sam, by mind control, dye his hair pink – others she didn’t like near as much – electrocuting Lucifer when he’d startled her, or turning ‘baby’ neon orange when Dean did an emergency stop in her to mention but two.
As she got accustomed to her new skills, so she and Adam came into their own as pranksters, engaging in a prank war with Gabriel, to the consternation of everyone else. It all began with relatively small things, like Gabe ‘disappearing’ Kat’s favourite plaid shirt, and Kat turning Gabe’s candy into carrots, but, inevitably, it escalated into bigger and better / worse things.
When Kat came back from a hunt with the boys to find not one, not two, not three, but thirty Eowyn’s in her room, she knew the time had come to pull out all the stops and bring this prank war to its conclusion. With a little coercion (i.e. “You’d be a good son, reminding everyone of the real story of Christmas’) Kat got Michael to turn the library of the bunker into a stable, with Kat as Mary, Kevin as Joseph, finding a real baby for the role of the baby and Jo and Ellen as the shepherds. Dean, Sam and Adam played the kings and the Angels were themselves. The scene lasted for the full twelve days. Gabriel called Uncle.