I walk through your dreams and invent the future - SN fic - gen, PG, AU

[tigriswolf]

Title: I walk through your dreams and invent the future
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Richard Siken.
Warnings: spoilers for 5.6; AU
Pairings: mentions of het
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1170
Point of view: third
Notes: inspired by my discussion with acidquill about this post here

When Jesse decides to go back, it’s because he knows if he doesn’t now he never will. He has too much power to not get involved and he’s learned control. He doesn’t do things on accident anymore and he owes those men his help.

So after years and years away, he steps back into the world. He has no way of knowing how long he’s been gone, but he’s much taller and he’s filled out. The first thing he does is look at a newspaper—he’s been gone for ten years.

Jesse closes his eyes and lets his mind stretch, seeking knowledge. What has happened in his absence?

He finds those men, Dean and Sam, immediately, but they’re muted, shielded by something, and there’s also someone else, a bright beacon that calls to him. The world is fine, mostly, though angels and demons are far more present than when he’d left.

Jesse considers—the brothers or the beacon? As he thinks, the beacon flickers and phantom pain flares in his side. That decides the matter and he travels a thousand miles in a moment, to a ramshackle house in the middle of Georgia. A man lies unmoving on the floor, a knife sticking out of his left side

The phantasm crouching over him turns, whimpering, and Jesse says, “Leave this realm. Go to Heaven or Hell now.”

It screams but vanishes; Jesse feels it move on to Heaven as he kneels next to the man.

He’s young with dark hair and looks very familiar. Jesse raises his head as an angel materializes—Dean’s friend from ten years ago. “You,” he whispers.

The angel stares at him. “How?” he asks. “You cannot be here.” He looks past Jesse to the man.

“Are you here to kill him?” Jesse demands, rising to stand between them.

“No,” the angel says, stepping closer. “I need his help.”

Jesse takes away the stranger’s wound with a thought, never removing his eyes from the angel.

He has too much power to hold a grudge. “I’m Jesse,” he says. “Who are you?”

The angel smiles, inclining his head. “I am Castiel.”

Gasping, the stranger lunges up, reaching for a weapon. “Son of a bitch!” he yells.

Jesse grins, turning back to face him. “Hey,” he says.

“Ben,” Castiel pronounces, walking to stand next to Jesse. “I request your aid.”

As he stands, Ben touches his side, where he doesn’t even have a scar. “What the fuck?” he mutters.

They are the same height, Jesse notices. Their eyes are the same color. Ben’s hair is slightly darker.

“Oh,” Jesse murmurs.

I did not know, Castiel tells him in the language of angels. When we first met, while you were yet a child. I didn’t know.

Would you have tried to kill, had you known? Jesse asks.

No, Castiel answers.

Ben glances from him to Jesse and back, rubbing at his eyes. “Cas,” Ben says. “Where’s Dad?”

Jesse closes his eyes, searching for those brothers, those men who saved him from becoming a monster. He didn’t understand then, why he let them in, why he listened to them, why he trusted them and wanted to believe their words so much.

“He’s in New York,” Jesse says. “And an angel shadows him.”

Jesse brushes the angel’s mind with his own. Michael, he commands. Protect him, but do not enter him.

Michael recoils and Castiel bites off a laugh while Jesse pulls back, now searching for Sam. Lucifer, he commands the second shadow. Do not possess him.

Dear boy, Lucifer purrs. Don’t you want to join me? We could have fun, the two of us, all the way to God’s palace.

No, Jesse replies, opening his eyes. He glances at Castiel, who nods.

“Ben,” Castiel says. “Your father is in trouble.”

Ben says, “Then take me to him.”

Jesse swiftly grabs them both and goes to New York.

It’s dark, something blocking the sun, and Jesse glares up at it, making it vanish.

“Jesse,” Sam says, shocked, and Jesse turns to face him. “I never thought we’d see you again.” Sam examines him quickly, then looks at Castiel and Ben. “Ben,” he gasps, lunging forward, hands immediately going to Ben’s side. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” Ben grouches, swatting him away. “Where’s Dad?”

“I lost him in the fighting,” Sam admits, looking at Castiel. “I don’t know where he is.”

Jesse understands everything now. He knows why evil and good have to exist together. He knows that Michael and Lucifer need each other, and Heaven will be incomplete without the complement of Hell.

Something as powerful as him shouldn’t be. Only God should be able to see the big picture, eons in the making.

“Jesse,” Sam says quietly.

Nodding, Jesse plucks Dean from the dogpile of demons and deposits him before Sam. While Dean splutters, Jesse takes one last look at them, committing them to memory. He smiles at Ben, the younger brother he’d missed growing up, and Sam his uncle, the first to offer him a choice and believe he’d make the right one, and finally Dean, his father, who’d called him a superhero and told him he was awesome.

Keep them safe, Jesse orders Castiel.

I will, the angel promises.

Jesse steps out of the world again, landing on the doorstep of a small cabin.

“C’mon in,” a kind voice calls. “I got the teakettle on—you’re just in time.”

As he walks in, the voice continues, “You’re here for the story. Well, get comfortable, kiddo, ‘cause it spans all of existence.”

Jesse settles on the couch and watches God bustle into the den with two mugs. When God offers one, he takes it.

“Where to begin?” God asks, slouching in the armchair. “There’s so much to tell.”

“Start with my parents,” Jesse requests. “I mean, I know what happened, but…”

“Yes, that’s a fine place,” God agrees, sipping the tea. “Young Dean Winchester and possessed Julia—the demon wasn’t even looking for Dean, you know. She’d been told to find a powerful man to impregnate your mother, someone with potential and strength. Dean fell into her hands, angry and hurting, completely off-guard. He barely remembers that night.” God sighs, meeting Jesse’s gaze. “Julia has no memory of your conception, but the demon left her awake for the birth.”

Jesse bows his head, staring into his mug of hot chocolate. “Why did you let me be born?” he asks.

God smiles. “I have been without an equal since I formed myself from nothingness. I have been essentially alone. My son is nearly my peer, but not quite. In a few more centuries, though, you will be.”

Jesse blinks. “What?”“Yes,” God says, setting down the mug. “I let Lucifer’s plan progress because I wanted you, Jesse. One day, you may be my enemy, but right now you are a child in search of guidance. My future equal. Because of you, soon I will no longer be alone.” God settles back in the chair, saying, “Now, let’s begin at the beginning. That’s always a good place to start.”

Comments

[lucywiggin.livejournal.com]

I love your Jesse! And I adore the idea of both him and Ben being Dean's kids (though I think Dean should invest in condoms every now and then).

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

(*hee*)

[alexseanchai]

I LOVE THIS PREMISE SO MUCH

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[layne67.livejournal.com]

That's a very intriguing idea indeed, one which could very possibly be canon :)

And if they ever decided to make a SPN spin-off, Jesse and Ben could be the lead characters in it!

[tigriswolf]

*hee* So true.

Thank you for reading!