Ch1: a rock and a hard place
“It looks like we need to find a girl named Persephone.” Sam said, running his finger over the small writing. He glanced over at his brother, Dean, who looked thoughtful. “Persephone Higgins. Apparently she's related the Greek Goddess.”
“The Greek goddess as in Persephone the Greek goddess? No way her quadruple great-granddaughter is named Persephone." He scoffed.
A quick call with Garth confirmed a case. "Any idea where we’d find her? ...New York...” he snapped the phone shut and dragged a hand over his face.
His eyes widened when the short angel suddenly appeared in front of him. Clearing his throat, he stepped back. “Cas.”
Castiel nodded, stepping over to Sam to look at the notebook. “Persephone,” he read. He turned back to Dean, dark eyebrows furrowed. “Why do you need to find this girl?”
Dean studied the angel for a moment before turning to the fridge to pull out a beer. “We need to find her,” he paused to open the beer, “because Crowley and his demon buddies are looking for her. Apparently she's related to the actual goddess Persephone and has some lingering powers he wants to abuse..” He shrugged, still not fully believing his own words.
Castiel nodded, and by the the time Dean opened his eyes, he was gone again.
“Let’s hope he can find her.” Sam threw out, coming over to the table to relax. Dean nodded sternly.
Castiel stumbled onto the ground, barely catching himself before he hit the grass. Blue eyes shifted around in the darkness, trying to figure out where he was. A street light flickered on slowly, allowing him to better see his surroundings.
Right ahead of him was the house that the girl was in. Now all he needed to do was tell her to come with him.
Persephone was sound asleep when a bright light shining in her room made her stir. Brown eyes squinted open in irritation and she groaned, slowly focusing on the man standing in her room. Wait, what?
Her eyes widened and she shifted up, pulling her blankets around her. “Who- who are you?” She hissed, pushing herself against the wall.
The man put his hands up and stayed where he was. “I am an angel; Castiel.” He stated in a deep voice. “You need to come with me.”
“What?” She nearly shrieked, scooting to the corner of her bed. “How did you get in here?” Her eyes shifted towards the door and she ran for it, toting blankets behind her, but when she entered the hallway she hit something solid and unmoving.
It was the man! He stepped back, blue eyes looking startled. Why did he look worried? Persephone stepped back, shaking her head. “Why do I need to come with you?”
“You are in danger--”
“Persephone, dear!” A smug british voice rang from down the hall, which was lit up an ominous red hue.
Persephone stared helplessly at the man in front of her, who wrapped her arms around her and-
“Bollocks,” Crowley muttered as he walked down the hall where the girl had stood mere moments before. “The entrance… to much?"
Castiel reappeared a few moments later in the middle of a meadow, surrounded by trees. "Persephone..." He trailed off, looking at the frightened girl.
Her eyes darted around wildly, complete confusion washing over her. "Where... Where am I?" She asked, at first internally. Then she spotted the strange man again. "You! Who are you? How do you know my name?" She had a million more questions, but her mouth was drying out.
While she was yelling at him, Castiel was quickly trying to think of a way to get her to Sam and Dean without Crowley noticing. There were a few ways, but Persephone probably wouldn't like any of her options…
Persephone looked at Castiel in exasperation. “Shrinking me? Really?” She paced back and forth in the grass, hands placed flippantly on her hips. The angel stood patiently in front of her. “Can’t I just stay here for a while?”
“No, you are dreaming and putting you into a coma would be ill advised.”
She stopped and narrowed her eyes at him. “And that man I saw? He’s trying to kidnap me?”
Castiel nodded. “His name is Crowley. He’s the King of Hell. You’re the descendant of-”
“Yeah, I got that.” Persephone cut in. After a short pause, she asked, “Is it going to hurt?”
“It’s been like a week since we’ve heard from Castiel. He better have found the girl before Crowley did.” Dean muttered, kicking back on the couch, clicked on the tv and was about to settle in more when Castiel appeared in front of him. Speak of the devil. Er, angel.
“I have found the girl you’re looking for,” The angel said. “And I have a small problem.” Dean noticed that Castiel’s hands were clasped together against himself gently.
He stood up, “Cas, where’s the girl?” dean had a sinking feeling something went wrong, his eyes flicking to Castiel’s closed hands.
“I-” Castiel started, though didn’t continue. Instead, he stepped away from Dean, whose tone and posture were a bit too aggressive and imposing for what he was about to show him. When he didn’t move any more, Dean’s frown hardened.
Castiel frowned and lifted his hands up, though kept what he held still secretive.
“She’s small. Fairy sized.” Castiel finally spoke. Dean backed down, stepping away from him. His green eyes fell to the angel’s hand, which slowly opened.
Dean laughed and took another step back, bringing a hand up to his head in disbelief. “Fairy sized.” He echoed.
Sitting like a scared mouse in the middle of Castiel’s hands was indeed a small girl. When her eyes gazed up at Dean, she squirmed uncomfortably as the monstrous man crouched down, now eye to eye with her. She gasped, and castiel pulled his hands away defensively.
Dean looked at her, awestruck.
"He can't find her this way. It was either this, heaven, or in a submarine in the deepest ocean..." Castiel explained.
Dean frowned. Those were some shitty options if he’d heard any. Why she’d go with shrinking herself he’d never understand. To make yourself so defenseless, putting your life into someone else’s hands, was off the table for Dean. He’d take a sub any day.
But here was this girl, barely as tall as his fingers, huddled in Castiel’s hands. She looked like she was about to faint.
“And she’s okay with this? You’re okay with this?” he first asked Cas, though quickly changed his mind, wanting to ask the girl herself. She gave a meek nod, barely visible if it wasn’t for her long hair dipping down. “Can I…?” he trailed off, bringing his hands out to Castiel’s hands.
Persephone stared up at the gigantic man, then at his hands as though they would bite her. Castiel spoke up when she didn’t move. “I should be going. Crowley saw me take her. He’ll no doubt be here at some point, though he won't be able to sense her. Don’t let him see her.”
Dean glared at Cas, knowing whatever he was off to do was secretive and suspicious, though thoughts of fighting him over it faded when he felt a minute amount of pressure hit his fingers. His hand twitched at the odd sensation and the girl let out a yelp, falling to her hands and knees in Dean’s hand. His heart skipped a beat and she was up at his face in a second, before she could even realize she’d fallen.
Tiny, wide eyes looked up at Dean in shock.