And So Began A Legend

Part Three~ Unearthing A New Level Of Monster

A/N:

Cynder here.

Sorry for any mistakes you see. I'm uploading this at like four a.m and I can't get on my computer to spell check and stuff, so I'll go back and do that this afternoon.

Hey! Sorry for the cliffhanger, sorry for screwing with your feels, and sorry it I give you any heart attacks. :D Song on the side is Monster by Skillet -- listen to it towards the end, 'cause that's the best place to. Or if you wanna listen to it whenever, that's cool too. :) Video isn't mine, credit to the owner! It's a wicked video. And there's a picture of Sargatanas on the side, too.

Dedicated to tali_winchester for being an absolutely wonderful person and for all the votes. :)
Love you guys!

~Cynder

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Chapter Three ~ I Am Become Monster

Part Three ~ "Unearthing A New Level Of Monster"

"H-Hello? Are you there? Have I done something wrong?"

Daniel gave up and shrugged, deciding to leave the room. Jasmine made sure her angel blade was tucked safely in her belt before turning towards the front door, sneaking out without a trace.

"No, of course not," Jasmine said. "So you're the famous Castiel I've heard so much about."

"You sound unhappy."

"I'm kinda pissed that you refuse to answer Sam's prayers."

"I -- Where are you right now?"

"Heading towards the middle of Bobby's scrap yard."

"I'll be there in a second."

The line dropped dead and she put the phone in her pocket, crossing her arms once she hit the scraps. (Far enough in so nobody would see her). As he had said, a second later Castiel appeared in front of her, his face full of emotion -- that of which she didn't expect.

"It's because I don't know," he said.

Jasmine stared at him. Her heart was pounding. "I know you."

"Of course you do, we've met --"

"Your vessel." He shut his mouth. "James, right? From uh...Illinois. I met him a long time ago but I couldn't forget a face like his..."

"He was a devout Christian," was all Castiel would say. "Hasn't Sam explained my story to you?"

"He left out the part about you and your vessel." She frowned briefly. "Let me look at you, you look different."

He had black hair, which was no longer ruffled, and cobalt blue eyes. His expression wasn't as clueless or emotionless as she had expected, but neither was his voice. He was wearing a beige trench coat and a suit, his blue tie loose and crooked. He reminded her vaugely of John Constantine.

Jasmine could look him straight in the eye -- they were the same height.

Castiel looked down at himself. "I haven't changed my attire in quite some time. It's grown on me."

She shook her head. "What do you want? Why talk to me now, of all times?"

"Ah, yes." He straightned. "Because I know what you and your brother are, and I know that you're not allowed to exist. You're abominations."

"Thanks. You know how to make a girl get all sorts of feelin's, Castiel."

He cocked his head but said nothing. "I've come to warn you."