A/N: Hello everybody, and welcome to Angel's Call. This idea just came about me, and I really wanted to write a fun Supernatural story, so I hope you'll enjoy it! Just a notice, for the story's sake, Gabriel is alive, but he won't appear until next chapter or so.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor any of its characters (naturally). This story is only for entertainment.
All mistakes are mine 'cuz I'm human.
So without further ado, let's start this story, shall we?
Allons-y!
"What do you mean we don't have a case to work on?" Dean asked as he paced around the motel room. "Give me that." Dean snatched the local newspaper from Sam's hand.
"Dean, why can't you be happy for once?" Sam questioned, leaning back in his seat. "Maybe there are hunters in the area and are taking care of these cases for once."
Dean looked over the newspaper at Sam. "Really, Sammy? Nothing like that happens. This is too odd." Dean threw the newspaper on the table and headed over to sit on the bed.
Sam sighed and glanced at his brother. "Dean, I know you have this urge to save every person, but can't we relax for once? There are no cases right now; why don't we go on a road trip or something?"
Dean grumbled to himself as he stared at the ground. Something was still off to him. "We're staying here."
Sam threw his hands up in defeat and then stood up. "Fine. I'll go get some food then."
Dean stood up immediately. "I'll go with you."
Sam gave a half smile. "Dean, I can take care of myself. Not the first time I went shopping by myself."
Dean scowled and grabs his keys. "I don't want you driving Baby."
Sam rolled his eyes as he put on his jacket. "Really, Dean?"
Dean gave his brother a look before they headed out of the motel and to the Impala. They drove in silence, Sam glancing out the window while Dean kept his eyes on the road.
"Dean, I insist you stop this vehicle at once."
Dean slammed on the brakes, causing him and Sam to jerk forward. "Cas, what the hell?"
"This is of import, Dean," Castiel said from the backseat with a set face. "I need help."
"Help with what?" Sam asked, turning around in his seat.
"Why can't you ask one of your angel buddies?" Dean asked, turning around as well.
"It has to do with my brothers and sisters," Castiel said.
Dean and Sam waited for Castiel to continue. When the angel didn't, Dean grumbled, "Care to elaborate angel?"
Castiel narrowed his eyes at Dean and instantly Dean shifted back in his seat. "It appears one of my brothers has gone off killing the supernatural of his own accord."
Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean? One of your angels just went off to kill ghosts and such?"
"That is correct," Castiel replied. "Yet while his intention seems good, something is off about him-it started with one killing a day, but then he started disappearing for most of the day, hunting about much anything deemed a threat."
"And who is this angel?" Dean asked.
"Briathos," Castiel said. "We've been tryin to find him for a week now, but no angel has been successful yet."
"Who names you guys?" Dean asked. "Can I call him Brian?"
A glare from Castiel made Dean turn away.
"But why do you need our help?" Sam asked. "How can we possibly find Briathos when you or none of the angels can't?"
"Well, you two are the best at finding things to hunt, so I reasoned that if I went to you two, we could see Briathos before he goes on another mission."
Dean glanced over at Sam. "I bet that's why you haven't been able to find any case in the newspaper."
Sam nodded. "Sorry to disappoint Cas, but it seems Briathos is wiping demons and ghosts off the face of Earth faster that I can look for a case."
Castiel nodded solemnly. "I shall leave you two alone, then."
"Hold on," Dean said. "Why don't you stay with us? That way if we get a case, you can just zap us there?"
Castiel nodded after a moment of thinking. "That is reasonable."
Dean grinned and then turned on the Impala. "Good. Now ease up back there, Cas. Learn to loosen up."
Dean glanced in the review mirror to see a confused look from Castiel.
"He means look relaxed," Sam said.
"I am relaxed," Castiel replied.
"Cas, it looks like you're sitting on a bed of needles," Dean said. "Loosen up, lay down, stretch your wings or something."
Moments later both Sam and Dean heard a small rustle of wings. Dean glanced back, and even though he couldn't see Castiel's wings, he assumed they were stretched out.
"Hey, Dean," Sam said raising his phone. "I think I got something."
"Really?" Dean perked up. "What is it?"
"Man found in Twixtion Forest, neck ripped open and heart stolen," Sam read and then glanced up. "Updated five minutes ago."
"And we haven't a second to lose," Castiel said and then touched Dean and Sam's shoulders.
"Warning next time Cas!" Dean shouted when they settled down. Dean glanced around the forest, and then the three got out of the Impala.
"Here's our guy," Sam said, pointing east to a guy lying bloodily on the ground.
"Well, whatever did this can't be far away," Dean said and took out a gun as he approached the victim. "What do you say? Werewolf?"
"Why would it need the heart?" Sam asked.
"It's here," Castiel stated simply. "Get to the car, both of you."
"And what about you?" Dean asked. "I'm staying right here."
"Dean, this is our only chance to get Briathos," Castiel said. "If you start going after the creature, Briathos won't come."
Dean stayed in front of Castiel. "Fine, but I'm not leaving you alone."
A low growl sounded and Dean swerved to the right to see glowing yellow eyes staring through the trees.
"Why don't you come over here!" Dean shouted. "Get what you deserve!"
"Dean!" Sam hissed.
Immediately the created launched itself forward, emerging from the trees, letting out a loud roar. Within the next second, the creature dropped to the ground, blood pouring from its stomach. Dean glanced in confusion until he saw a figure standing behind the fallen creature, holding an angel blade.
"Briathos," Castiel said, stepping forward. "We've been tryin to contact you. Why are you doing this?"
Briathos glanced at Castiel with a cold stare. "I have to. It's an impulse." White wings flared from behind Briathos. "Anyone who tries to do my job I will kill."
"Your job is to serve up in Heaven," Castiel said. "What do you it's an impulse?"
Briathos' wings twitched nervously before he folded them behind his back. "It started a couple of weeks ago. I would have this urge to kill monsters that killed innocent people. I don't know why I did it, but I had to."
Castiel walked forward but stopped when Briathos spread his wings forcefully. "You are not under a spell, are you?"
"Castiel, I am an angel," Briathos said scornfully. "Angels do not fall for spells." Briathos' eyes narrowed. "Why are you here? How could you find out about his before me?" The angel blade rose in Briathos' hand. "You're not trying to stop me, are you?"
"Hey, Brian, chill out!" Dean growled, stepping beside Castiel. "Look, Cas and the other angels were concerned because your ass isn't in Heaven where it's supposed to be, so I suggest you get back upstairs and leave the creature to the hunters like us."
Briathos' wings flapped violently behind him. "Humans don't tell me what to do! I'll kill what I want if it is for the good!"
Dean didn't have time to react before Briathos threw the angel blade directly at him and shut his eyes. A clang made Dean open his eyes. Castiel was standing in front of Dean with his own angel blade out.
"Leave, Briathos," Castiel growled. "This is your only warning."
"I'll not allow a human to insult me," Briathos said, picking up his angel blade. "And if you stop me, I'll kill you too."
"Dean, step back," Castiel said. "Head to the Impala with Sam."
Dean knew better than to argue with Castiel when he was about to fight so Dean headed back to the Impala with Sam.
Briathos spread his wings and then lashed out with the angel blade; Castiel blocked the attack and then swiftly moved away.
"Brother, I don't want to kill you," Castiel said. "Please, can we not reason this out?"
"Castiel, you don't understand," Briathos said. "I have a new responsibility. I have this great sensation that I have to fulfill. Nobody will stop me."
A quick jab caught Castiel off guard and Briathos used the opportunity to stab Castiel with the angel blade.
"Cas!" Dean shouted as the angel fell to the ground. "You bastard!"
Briathos turned to Dean. "You're next!"
Dean rushed forward in fury. Briathos turned to advance, but Castiel grabbed one of Briathos' legs, causing Briathos to stumble. Dean grabbed Castiel's angel blade from the ground and stuck it straight through Briatho's chest. A scream sounded from the angel as a blinding light came from him. Moments later Briathos lay on the ground, dead; wings imprinted on the ground.
Dean helped Castiel stand up, wrapping on hand around the angel.
"I'm sorry, brother," Castiel murmured.
"C'mon, let's get ya to a motel to rest," Dean said.
Sam came over to help Castiel in the Impala. Once inside, Dean turned the Impala on and started driving to the nearest hotel.
"You okay Cas?" Dean asked.
"I'll be fine," Castiel replied breathily and immediately black out, lying sideways in the backseat.
"Fine my ass," Dean rolled his eyes. "Where's the next motel Sammy?"
"Two miles west," Sam said.
"We have a lot to discuss with Cas when he wakes up," Dean said. "Like why the hell Brian just went on a creature killing rampage."
A/N: So yay~! First chapter! Hope it was interesting enough! I do like where this is going, so I plan to write a lot of this story tonight :D
Until next time~!