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Title: 'Aloha' Doesn't Mean 'Goodbye'
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0, Supernatural.
Genre: Angst, supernatural, pre-slash.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Pre-slash, genre!crack, AU, blasphemy, mild language.
Characters/pairings: Pre-slash Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett, Grace Williams, Castiel.
Wordcount: 604
Summary: There was always the threat that Five-0 would be torn apart if the threat of war recalled one of their number to active service. Unfortunately, Steve's military obligations were the least of there concerns.
Details: AU for both series. That statement is a no-brainer as far as Five-0 is concerned, but this fic also disregards season 6 of Supernatural. I haven't seen many episodes of Hawaii Five-0, and they weren't all in order, so I have no idea where in season one this would fit. Obviously pre-finale, but considering the plot, it probably doesn't matter in the long run. Stands alone, but is part of the "Quis Custodiet" multi-crossover AU. I may or may not end up writing the whole thing. We'll see.
Chapter Two: A Tree Grows in Jersey
When it happened, part of Danny wanted to cry, but the bit of him that even could seeped away too quickly. Humans had all these nuances, all these hues and shades to every chemical reaction that fizzed and gurgled through their brain meat. Angels didn't have that. Angels felt, after a fashion, but their range of emotional capability was rather limited. Your average multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent came with two default settings: Obedience and Wrath. The higher ups—thrones, Archs, principalities and chiefs of ten—could be a little more complicated, but even then those two drives were always the strongest. Even on Earth, in human form, this fact had remained true, blending itself into Danno's personality: loyal partner, devoted father, and tremendous hothead.
But it was Danael that materialized moments later in an urban park in New Jersey.
The pollution from the surrounding city stung the nose of a body he'd worn comfortably as his own for more than thirty years, now stretched tight across his grace like a cheap suit. It should have stung something else, he knew. He recalled with clarity that would defy human comprehension every second of his life as Danny Williams, every moment of homesick, pining exile in what any other ape would have considered paradise. It was understanding of it that escaped his grasp. Whatever connection he once felt to this poisoned patch of dirt had been robbed from him, along with everything else.
Well, everything but an intense and burning desire to smite something. Wrath. Danael was good at Wrath.
And of course the two yahoos that Castiel had roped into handling things on this end were still hanging around. Still staring into the burning the remains of the ancient-looking tree which had once held his grace captive, they failed to note his presence. Too bad for them.
With a thought he was behind them.
"Do you slack-jawed primates have any idea what you've done?!"
Both young men turned, eyes widening slightly in surprise. And perhaps at that point he might have still forgiven what they'd done to him. But then the shorter of the two, who still stood a half-foot of physical height over the vessel his human body had become, looked down at him with a smirk.
"You bring the marshmallows?" The man asked. And that was it.
Danael reached up to grab both their collars, and soon he had the satisfaction of watching a combined twelve-foot-and-change of Winchester go soaring through the air to land in an awkward and uncomfortable looking heap on the wet grass.
"Damn it," Dean swore, shooting a glance at his brother. He was the one who had spoken earlier. "Cas said this guy would be on our side!"
The other, Sam, looked up at Danael where the angel now loomed with all his five and a half feet of physical presence over their prone bodies.
"Oh, I'm on your side," Danael said crossly. "Trust me, if I wasn't on your side, you'd know it. They'd be finding your molecules on the dark side of the moon you'd know it so badly."
What might have been hyperbole from Danny, Danael meant literally.
"But I had a daughter. A job. A life, and you apes just ripped that all away from me. And I can't even feel any of what made those things matter, but I remember that they did. And that has me more than a little pissed off. So yeah, I'm on your side. I'm just not real happy about it."
"So." He said finally, "You dumb animals feel like explaining to me just what was so important you had to gut my life?"
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0, Supernatural.
Genre: Angst, supernatural, pre-slash.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Pre-slash, genre!crack, AU, blasphemy, mild language.
Characters/pairings: Pre-slash Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett, Grace Williams, Castiel.
Wordcount: 604
Summary: There was always the threat that Five-0 would be torn apart if the threat of war recalled one of their number to active service. Unfortunately, Steve's military obligations were the least of there concerns.
Details: AU for both series. That statement is a no-brainer as far as Five-0 is concerned, but this fic also disregards season 6 of Supernatural. I haven't seen many episodes of Hawaii Five-0, and they weren't all in order, so I have no idea where in season one this would fit. Obviously pre-finale, but considering the plot, it probably doesn't matter in the long run. Stands alone, but is part of the "Quis Custodiet" multi-crossover AU. I may or may not end up writing the whole thing. We'll see.
Chapter Two: A Tree Grows in Jersey
When it happened, part of Danny wanted to cry, but the bit of him that even could seeped away too quickly. Humans had all these nuances, all these hues and shades to every chemical reaction that fizzed and gurgled through their brain meat. Angels didn't have that. Angels felt, after a fashion, but their range of emotional capability was rather limited. Your average multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent came with two default settings: Obedience and Wrath. The higher ups—thrones, Archs, principalities and chiefs of ten—could be a little more complicated, but even then those two drives were always the strongest. Even on Earth, in human form, this fact had remained true, blending itself into Danno's personality: loyal partner, devoted father, and tremendous hothead.
But it was Danael that materialized moments later in an urban park in New Jersey.
The pollution from the surrounding city stung the nose of a body he'd worn comfortably as his own for more than thirty years, now stretched tight across his grace like a cheap suit. It should have stung something else, he knew. He recalled with clarity that would defy human comprehension every second of his life as Danny Williams, every moment of homesick, pining exile in what any other ape would have considered paradise. It was understanding of it that escaped his grasp. Whatever connection he once felt to this poisoned patch of dirt had been robbed from him, along with everything else.
Well, everything but an intense and burning desire to smite something. Wrath. Danael was good at Wrath.
And of course the two yahoos that Castiel had roped into handling things on this end were still hanging around. Still staring into the burning the remains of the ancient-looking tree which had once held his grace captive, they failed to note his presence. Too bad for them.
With a thought he was behind them.
"Do you slack-jawed primates have any idea what you've done?!"
Both young men turned, eyes widening slightly in surprise. And perhaps at that point he might have still forgiven what they'd done to him. But then the shorter of the two, who still stood a half-foot of physical height over the vessel his human body had become, looked down at him with a smirk.
"You bring the marshmallows?" The man asked. And that was it.
Danael reached up to grab both their collars, and soon he had the satisfaction of watching a combined twelve-foot-and-change of Winchester go soaring through the air to land in an awkward and uncomfortable looking heap on the wet grass.
"Damn it," Dean swore, shooting a glance at his brother. He was the one who had spoken earlier. "Cas said this guy would be on our side!"
The other, Sam, looked up at Danael where the angel now loomed with all his five and a half feet of physical presence over their prone bodies.
"Oh, I'm on your side," Danael said crossly. "Trust me, if I wasn't on your side, you'd know it. They'd be finding your molecules on the dark side of the moon you'd know it so badly."
What might have been hyperbole from Danny, Danael meant literally.
"But I had a daughter. A job. A life, and you apes just ripped that all away from me. And I can't even feel any of what made those things matter, but I remember that they did. And that has me more than a little pissed off. So yeah, I'm on your side. I'm just not real happy about it."
"So." He said finally, "You dumb animals feel like explaining to me just what was so important you had to gut my life?"
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three
