I was listening to "Carry on my wayward son" this morning & it gave me a lot of feels, so

(hope y'all don't mind me putting your children into all these different AUs 😳)

Warning: I haven't watched SPN in YEARS (I mean it), so this is pieced together with what few scraps of lore my 2 braincells retained. If you're a hardcore fan don't call me out please 💀

Okay

SO GET THIS 👇

Sides:
Hunters: Arlo, Stella, Christopher, Marino
Angels: Josette, Alexandre, Lilliano, Hiroaki
Demons: Donatello, Ontario, Dorotea, Trent

Basic plot:
Mmhmhmmhmh idk like probably something happens to Earth (similar to in DoTB), and the hunters try to solve it but it ain't working so they recruit the help of the demons, but ofc that doesn't sit well with the angels so 🌚👿⚔️🩸🔥💀

Small scene bc,,,, idk love for our OCs a̶n̶d̶ ̶D̶o̶d̶A̶r̶l̶o̶?? (haha catch me procrastinating on the real story to develop an AU 💀) (semi-low-effort btw)

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"I'll ask you one last time." The angel growls, and Donatello feels what little air he has rush out of his lungs as she slams him against the wall, hand clamping tight around his throat. "Why are you here?"

"To aid the hunters—!" He rasps, the end of his sentence cut short when Josette presses down on his windpipe, graceless rage twisting her features:

"Lies. You're the things they kill, not team up with. What plans do you have up your sleeves this time? Spit it out, or I'm gonna make you carry it to Hell."

A black haze begins to cloud Donatello's vision, broken through by the brilliant light emitting from Josette's palm. He tries to focus through the pain on his throat to teleport, but inside an angel's grip he is powerless to do anything — and if he so much as attempts to leave this vessel, that would mean certain death. Clawing against her hand in the hopes of alleviating the crushing pressure on his throat, he chokes out:

"Can't.... I'm telling you the truth. Kill me... and you will lose the hunters' trust... forever."

"Then I'll just say you forced my hand." Josette spits, before her palm lunges toward his face, the concentrated grace seemingly scorching his skin as it approaches. But before she can touch him, a loud BANG! rings out, and Donatello crashes to her feet, sputtering and coughing as air rushes into his bruised throat. Above him, Josette hisses at the bullet that has lodged itself into her hand.

"Step away from him." Arlo Lancaster hisses, gun pointed straight at her head. Josette's eyes widen, blazing cyan swirling with genuine confusion as she looks at the hunter:

"You would do this for a demon?"

"I would do it to anyone who lacks as much common sense as you." Arlo replies darkly. "Step. Away. From. Him."

The angel stares at him in shock, steps wobbly as she backtracks away from the crumpled figure on the ground. Then, abruptly, she bursts out laughing, the sound much too shrill to be humanoid:

"You've lost it. All of you. You've lost it!"

Arlo furrows his brows as she continues to laugh, shoulders trembling from the vibrations. And then, abruptly, the humongous shadow of a pair of wings unfurls behind her, and Josette balls her fists, eyes glowing as she mumbles in his direction:

"You've lost it."

A distinct rustle of feathers can be heard, before the angel appears right beside him, fist hurling toward his face at inhuman speed. But before Arlo can even think to dodge, a weight around his waist pulls him to the floor, and Donatello springs up in between them, voice still raw as he shouts:

"You're the one who's bloody lost it!"

"You have no right to speak to me!" Josette snaps, voice echoing all around the space. But she freezes as Donatello whips out an angel blade, eyes flitting black as he growls:

"Maybe, but between the two of us who was about to kill him just now?"

He swings at her throat, but the angel easily seizes his wrist, twisting it until the pain forces the demon down onto his knees. Another gunshot rings out, but already Josette is gone, and Arlo mumbles a curse as he helps Donatello up, sensing the demon's nervousness as his eyes scan around the barren warehouse.

"I can't see her, but she's here." He rasps, and immediately Arlo gets behind him, back-to-back, gun at the ready. "Be careful. We don't know wh—"

A giant wingshadow materializes right above them, but before anyone can move, a deafening ringing suddenly blares through the space. Another angel? Arlo grimaces as the sound makes his knees go weak, but he knows Donatello must have it a thousand times worse, being the species he is. Even Josette's wings flicker as she seems to be listening to the message; jumping at the chance, Arlo turns around and grips onto the demon's arm:

"Get us the hell out of here."

The scenery suddenly changes, and Donatello staggers before his eyes roll into the back of his head, and he would have face-planted to the ground it if isn't for Arlo holding him back by the arm. The sudden dead weight forces him to take a knee though, and as they land with a scrumptious squelch in the mud, Arlo once again curses under his breath as his favorite pair of pants is ruined. He shakes Donatello, but it seems the teleportation has sapped every last bit of strength the demon has. Sighing, the gunslinger pulls his phone out of his back pocket and goes to speed-dial.

"Hello?" Thank goodness he can always count on Stella to pick up quickly.

"Hey, Stel. I found DoDo, but I have no idea where we are right now. Could you—"

"Oh, great! So that's where you ran off to in the dead of night! Not like we were worried or anything, you know — just, yeah, just... go off, bro! Ditch your teammates with no notes or explanations as to where you went, because obviously your b—"

"Stella—"

"Did I say I was done?" The lilac-haired girl interjects, voice dripping with sarcasm. Arlo's shoulder is beginning to ache where Donatello is slumped against it, so as much as he hates talking over Stella for fear of what may come next, he speaks:

"Stel, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I should've told you all where I was going, it was reckless and thoughtless of me. But we are currently pursued by angels, and in the middle of nowhere, and possibly ankle-deep in mud or dung or whatever they put into these fields, I don't know, so can you please just track my phone and let me know where we are?"

A long period of silence. But Arlo knows he can always count on Stella, when he hears her tongue click:

"Tch, fine. But you have a lot of explaining to do when you get home, so be prepared. To hunters and demons alike."

She hangs up on him.

~

"What happened?"

"I had it under control."

"Josette, that's not what I'm asking you." Lilliano's voice is soft, but it sends cold fear trickling down Josette's back nonetheless. "I said, what happened?"

"I met a demon, fought him, some hunter interjected, they ran away, that's it." She answers through gritted teeth, and Alexandre momentarily pauses his inspecting of her bullet wound to shoot her a dirty look. Lilliano, however, is either too kind or too fed-up with her attitude to correct it:

"You asked to meet up with him. Why?"

"Can you stop asking me these questions?!" She snaps, brashly yanking her hand away from Alexandre's grasp — forcing herself to hold back a wince as she did so. The redhead frowns at her irately, but before he can say anything, Lilliano holds up a hand. A tense silence settles over the angels.

"You can go." Lilliano says to the brunette, noticing the way the tiniest bit of tension lifts off her shoulders. "When you're ready, I would like to have a chat."

A loud flapping of wings can be heard, and then Josette is gone. Alexandre turns to their leader:

"I can't believe you'd let her act like that."

"Everyone needs time at some point — even immortals like us." The blond smiles at him, before turning to Hiroaki, who's been distracted all along, looking at the starry night sky through a hole in the warehouse's roof:

"Hiro, please track the group of demons and hunters Josette mentioned — see what they're up to, whether they're doing anything potentially harmful, the like. Please be as inconspicuous as possible."

"You say that like I won't be." The silver-eyed angel scrunches his nose at him, before also disappearing into thin air. Lilliano shrugs, mumbling to himself:

"Well, I can never know with you. There's always a slight chance."

"What do you want me to do?" Alexandre asks, and Lilliano glances around the warehouse before speaking up:

"I would say to inspect the space, but it doesn't seem like a whole lot went on. Let's return for now, and wait for news from Hiroaki."

The fluttering of feathers echoes into the moonlit darkness. In a split-second, the warehouse returns to its original state: abandoned, without a soul in sight.

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I thought I forgot Trent for a second? & then I looked at the sides list & I was like "oh yea! demon!! of course :) :) :)"

I have some misc hcs but ehhh I'll just leave it here :') Might make 8.1 idk, probably mostly relationships/motivations/origins hcs. If yall want lmk. This got longer than expected :'))) Hope it was a fun read ✌️

(I'm sorry Ontario Dorotea Trent Christopher Marino ;_; gaddamnit)