Celeste very rarely gives away her secrets, and often uses the promise of knowledge like that to taunt her victims. Sam still only has vague notions of why he himself was cursed, so it can be assumed she won’t be letting us in on that secret for a good long while.
So far the only knowledge we have of her in Brothers Adopted is her brief appearance in the short story Ice Cream.
More of Jacob’s past will be revealed in First Hunt, so stay tuned!
He did have psychic visions in the Brothers Apart storyline, back at the beginning, but I’ve chosen to let them fade away in lieu of a different type of ability. So far, each victim of the curse exhibits their own particular knack. Sam can tell when someone’s looking at him, or searching for him. Dean can find whatever he needs. Jacob can lift many times his own weight. These begin at different ages for each character.
For the rest, there is a very specific plot that BA is following that will involve Yellow-eyes, Celeste, and John Winchester, and I can’t say much else or it’ll give away the story. Let’s just say that the demon hasn’t forgotten about Sam, and knows he’s out there.
In fact, she does, and that’s why Walt Watch never saves them. They are captured by the witch, and Dean manages to cut free of the hexbag using his trusty knife.
The problem is, the people they go to for help don’t end up being as helpful as they thought…
Think it stumped me? Think again! Muahaha!
74. Ice cream
Note: This prompt is canon to Brothers Adopted, and goes hand-in-hand with the prompt received by @neonthewrite for ice cream – Jacob. See the other half of the prompt here.
The day was as beautiful as a day could get. The warm sun above, birds chirping in the trees.
Children gathering by the ice cream truck.
Celeste contented herself watching from a distance. Her glamor was perfect, and she could spy on all the children around the area like this with ease. The baby carriage in front of her sealed off the disguise, blending her in with the other moms that hovered around, watching their children run to get sweets from the ice cream man.
After ten years of waiting for that other child to resurface, Celeste had her eyes on a new target.
Her failure to catch both Winchester boys still stung at her. That day, more than any other day in her long life, stood out. The punishments alone left scars that no one would ever see.
But her master knew, and that’s all that mattered. She couldn’t fail again.
She grit her teeth, meandering so she had more distance from the mothers that cooed over her ‘child,’ a creation of air and light that appeared real enough to any untrained human eyes. She wanted to focus.
Her target was a little old for her normal tastes. Normally, she’d go for a younger kid. They were more adaptable. They had more opportunity to grow into the benefits the magic would give them. These humans thought it was a curse, to end up so small, but if they realized the potential…
Of course, not everyone got abilities that were useful. Without seeing Sam for herself, she had no way of knowing what gift he’d been given. Children were so adaptable, but had they chosen wrong when they’d targeted the Winchesters? She had been certain those brothers would be the ones, but they she’d failed to curse them both, and been chased out before seeing how Sam had made out.
Maybe today she would find out. See if her experiment had been successful, or if she needed to find new victims in yet another town.
The kid hovered at the back of the line. He was the tallest one there, and with a lean, strong build. She looked forward to seeing what became of him, though she doubted he’d appreciate the gift. His hoodie on during the warm day made him stand out. Easy to track and watch.
When at last he had his ice cream, she marked the motel room he vanished into. She wondered at her theory, that there were others of the little people in the walls. Perhaps today she could prove that theory, once he was given his gift.
A cruel smile crossed her face, and she strode deliberately across the parking lot. One elegant hand reached up to knock on the door.
He would be hers, just like Sam and so many others had before him.
68. Witchcraft
Well, I think this is as good a time as any for a visit from my favorite witch herself, Celeste!
Celeste let a look of disgust cross her face as she stared down her opponent.
The others in the coven were pallid, weak, disgusting excuses for witches. Celeste stood tall, her own powers outstripping them by far.
“I will not share my secrets with others,” she declared loudly, her eyes bright with distaste for having to deal with such lowly servants.
The leader stood, slowly uncoiling from her stone chair. “You stand against us?” she ask in a throaty growl, her red-rimmed eyes narrowing.
“I do not care where you stand,” Celeste replied back, her voice as mild as it ever was. Blonde, tall, and busty, she cut an intimidating figure wherever she went, a boon to the glamor she wore to cover up her true form. If they could see her original body… well these women would not be so keen on learning her secrets. Not all paths were desired, no matter that immortality could be hers to give and share with them.
“You must stop you experiments,” the leader commanded. Black robes coiled around her, sometimes giving the impression of smoke.
Even their glamor was predictable.
“Perhaps you would like to be the next I experiment on,” Celeste said, still mild.
A collective gasp came from those ringing where she stood. “But I thought it only worked on children! ” a woman on the left exclaimed. Her child was one of the ones Celeste had taken for herself.
Celeste stared straight at her, refusing to allow these women anonymity. “You know nothing of me. And little of my powers.”
Bored with the conclave, she ripped her hand through the air. The leader of the coven was tossed against the wall, and Celeste advanced while the others withdrew.
“You will not interfere with me,” Celeste hissed. “Or I shall have your entrails for dinner. I have been given a task by he who rules Hell himself, and no one shall stand in my way.”
Then she was gone, and all that proved she’d been there was a brand, burned into the lead witch’s forehead and glowing with the brightness of the sun. The women wailed as they read the message she had left.
Her true name.
Hmm, this is a tricky question. I do have female OCs, but it’s not likely they’ll play a large part in this story at any time. Beth and Isabelle aren’t likely to be seen again in the story, and Evelina wouldn’t fit. Unless the story goes for a few more (Supernatural) years, we won’t be seeing Charlie much either. Of course, Mina and Celeste can appear back in the story at any time, so there’s a possibility for you!
You’ll never see your brother again… this time I’ll make sure of it.
An owl hooted in the cool night air.
Tears ran grimy streaks down Sam’s cheeks. He huddled against the trunk of a tree, trying to hide as far back in the shadows as he could. The silence was only broken by the occasional sob.
Every shadow that crossed his line of sight sent a jagged spike of icy fear up his back. Leaves wafted in an invisible breeze, an idyllic, innocent scene rendered foreboding by his current circumstances.
He didn’t know exactly how big he was, but he definitely wasn’t the size he’d been before the attack.
A leaf fluttered down from the canopy above. It landed next to Sam, rustling gently in the air. The leaf alone was broad enough to block him from sight.
Young shoots of grass poking up out of the dirt were taller than he was.
With shaking, hesitant hands, Sam gripped the edge of the leaf tight and pulled it close. A cry hiccuped in his chest.
The green leaf formed a canopy of his own over his head. Sam scrunched back against the thick bark, using his leaf as a makeshift tent to hide from the sight of any nearby predators. A strident breeze tried to pull it from his grasp, but he persevered. White knuckles clenched tight.
Those animals lurking out in the forest were huge. He couldn’t even risk getting up to see where he was.
The owl hooted its call across the branches once more and Sam shut his eyes.
Dean, where are you?
Brothers Asunder is the story where Sam is adopted by the sprites, separated from Dean by more than just his size. Now, Dean has no idea where Sam is, how big he is, and no idea he survived the witch’s attack. Only the future will tell if Celeste’s plan to separate them at last will work!
January 30th excerpt:
I should have left them at Bobby’s. I can’t find her trail anywhere. She vanished into thin air like she never existed a few towns out. Bobby’s helping me try and pick up her trail again, but so far nothing.
I’ll never forgive myself.
I’m sorry, Mary. I lost your baby boys.
She is only involved to the point where she is the one the curse originates from.
These are all really interesting guesses from the last few days (I’ve been overwhelmed with work or I’d have posted them sooner), but any guesses with just Sam and Dean won’t hit the mark. I’m going to add them to the list of guesses later on and if anyone is ever interested in playing around with the ideas let me know. I don’t mind seeing people play around in the BA worlds. Who knows, in the future I might drabble one or two myself.
Brothers Apart 