Disclaimer: Supernatural doesn't belong to me, unfortunately :(
Hello, this is my first SPN fic! Also, my second attempt at writing in english (which is not my native language) Any corrections will be much appreciated :)
Very slight Destiel ahead, but maybe I'll make it stronger later on. It all depends on if you like this or not.
Enjoy!
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Dean looked around, tall trees and a playground surrounded him. Birds sang somewhere to his left. The spring wind blew warm and fresh at the same time, lifting the leaves on the ground and making them dance around like an imaginary tornado. He knew where he was, he had taken Ben here once, a long time ago. But, why was he here now? He heard the shuffle of wings, and soon enough he knew the answer to his question.
"Dean"
"Cas, am I dreaming?"
"Yes. I need your help. Meet me at the back of Mordoré's warehouse, right now"
The angel silently disappeared and Dean woke up instantly. He told Sam what he knew. Sam jumped out of bed and followed his brother to the parking lot outside the motel's room. The Impala roared and came to life. Dean drove fast; they had to get there soon if the urgency in Cas' voice was anything to go by. Mordoré's warehouse was an attempted shoe factory, just outside of Omaha, Nebraska. It had never worked. Apparently, the shoes were just a smokescreen for drug dealings and money laundering. They found the place and turned left into the parking lot. Castiel was leaning on the back door of the warehouse; his hands were in his trench coat pockets. The brothers got out of the car and approached the angel.
"What's the problem, Cas?" asked Sam.
"Somehow a group of demons managed to kill one of my brothers and steal his angel blade," Cas looked at them both and continued, "I assume they were assisted by a really powerful source, and I'm certain they're here"
Dean placed his hands in his pockets and looked around, "And you need us to do what exactly?"
"It'd be foolish to just appear inside and get myself killed, so I need you to create a diversion while I find the blade. They can't have it"
"Alright. Let's go inside, kill those sons of bitches and get the blade back"
"We should think this through, there may be about a dozen demons inside, at least. Dean, you and I can go first, buy Cas some time"
"Sam's right. There's a room at the back of the second floor, on the right corner. That's where they'll be hiding the blade. You deal with the demons down here and I'll take care of the ones up there" Cas said.
"Ok. We'll meet you there as soon as we're done" Dean said.
The Winchesters entered the warehouse carefully, knives and salt and holy water at hand. Expecting an ambush, or some kind of trick, or nothing at all. They were halfway through the first floor when they heard screaming from upstairs. The brothers looked at each other.
"Do you think it's...?" asked Sam.
"I'm not so sure" Dean replied.
Nothing else needed to be said, like an unspoken agreement between them, both bolted upstairs and found something that left them speechless. Cas was fighting against five demons and two more were already on the floor. It looked as if they were dancing; precise movements and measured strikes. One of them jumped at the angel, but Cas was faster and with a swift motion he cut the demon's throat. Its scream died as its life ended. It fell to the ground with a thud. More demons came, but they didn't even glance at the brothers. It seemed the demon's only purpose was to kill the angel. Dean and Sam wouldn't let them do that, that's for damn sure.
Cas looked at them, he knew that he could fight nine demons at once, and he knew that it would only take a few minutes, but as usual the Winchesters exceeded his expectations. Sam and Dean ran towards the demons surrounding him and started killing them one by one. A very feline-like woman threw herself at Dean, making him fall on his back and lose the grip on his knife. The woman started punching him on the face. Cas finished with the man he was fighting and placed a hand on the woman's head. She started screaming and a white light burst from her face, illuminating Dean's. He watched with eyes wide open as the demon inside the fiery lady died. Dean pushed the woman's limp body out of the way and stood up, he turned around in time to see Sam killing the last demon. Dean and Sam were panting, but Cas looked as if nothing had happened. The perks of being an angel.
"You alright?" Sam asked his brother.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah"
"The blade must be in there" Cas walked to the room he had mentioned before. The brothers waited for him a few meters behind. As soon as Castiel touched the door handle a spark blew and the angel was thrown back to a pile of boxes.
"Cas!" Dean shouted and he and Sam ran towards him.
"Stay away!" exclaimed the angel, standing up.
The door was torn from its hinges and flew across the room, Sam and Dean had to duck to avoid being hit. Cas stood prepared, his own angel blade held tight in his hand.
"Get out, now" demanded Cas "Leave"
"No way" Dean said.
A bright light emerged from the small room, and a tall, strong figure appeared on the door frame. It looked like a human being, a man, actually. Red hair sparkling like burning fire; iris black as coal. The man looked at Castiel and tilted his head, smiling slightly. The black clothes he was wearing made him look paler than he already was. He began walking towards the angel, as he did so he pulled the stolen angel blade from his leather jacket.
"I knew it wouldn't take long for another one of you to appear" said the man, getting closer. "You are wonderful creatures, indeed. Too bad I'm gonna have to kill you"
"How can you even exist? Your kind was exterminated centuries ago" asked Cas, "You know I won't let you get away, not after what you've done"
"Now, now, don't be like that; this is just the beginning of something... inevitable. You should join me, Castiel. Together we would be unstoppable! And all I need from you is your favourite toy" he pointed to the blade Cas was holding.
"I'm afraid I have to decline your offer. And about this," Cas spun the blade in his hand, his body positioned and ready to fight, "you'll only get it over my dead body"
"Cas..." started Dean.
It was stupid of Cas to dare that weirdo and risk his life, although Dean couldn't think of a different way in which he would have done it. Sam glared at his older brother, they had been silent to make things easier for the angel, but now it was all over. Cas' life was at stake, and probably theirs as well.
"That's why I like you, Cas " the man looked at Dean, then at Sam and back at Castiel, the smile on his face growing wider, "You're different. You waste your magnificent life next to these insignificant specimens and you don't care what others think about it. You'd rather die than give me that blade; you're a fighter. I could really use someone like you as my ally"
"The answer stays the same"
The stranger sighed and said, "As you wish. Killing you will be such a shame, though" then he started laughing and approached Cas "Nah, just kidding. I think I'll actually enjoy it"
"I just have to do one more thing before we start" Cas turned around and extended his arms, his fingers were about to touch Dean and Sam's foreheads when a strange force held them back.
"Oh, no. Dear Sam and Dean will stay here, we don't want them to miss a thing, do we?"
"Fine" Cas was about to walk away, but a second before he locked eyes with Dean and whispered, "Whatever happens don't intervene"
The brothers watched in awe how the angel spun around, trench coat floating like a cape, and stood face to face with the threatening stranger. Cas tilted his head, blade ready in his hand, and an intimidating glow in his eyes.
"Let's get this over with, shall we?"
"It will be my pleasure"
The man smiled, and that smile didn't promise anything good.
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Ta dah! I hope you liked it :) If so, please leave a beautiful review!
Should I continue this, or is it too horrible?
Thanks guys!
-CLR