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This is my first Supernatural story, but not my first fic. However, I may be a tad rusty, so give me a moment to slip back in to things. I've checked over this a gazillon times, but I'm only human, so bear with me! If there are any mistakes I'm crazy sorry, hopefully they're not too distracting. This will be eventual Destiel, though it may not seem like it at first, but we'll get there, promise! And we'll get there a lot faster if you guys review and let me know how I'm doing or if you even want it to continue. And besides, reviews make my meat-suit all dewey inside, and who doesn't like a dewey author?
No, you're right, that sounds completely unsanitary. I'm sorry. I'll quit rambling now. On with the show!
"Dean, are you serious? You want us to sit back and do nothing?" Sam demanded heatedly, keeping his voice down in the crowded bar. "And you're not worried at all?"
"Of-freakin-course I'm worried Sam!" Dean slammed his beer down on the table in frustration, "But what do you want us to do? We've already called him, and we called Bobby to keep an eye out for demon activity. Not much else we can do until we have leads. And besides Cas is a big boy. He can handle himself- Hell, he handles us half the time."
Sam huffed and ran a hand through his hair, frustrated that they couldn't do anything more. Dean was right of course, but that didn't make it any less irritating.
Dean sighed, "Look, all I'm saying is we take this job while waiting for Cas. He'll be fine, and he knows how to find us. Besides, ganking evil sonsof bitches? It's practically like old times!"
He grinned in an attempt to lighten the mood and tipped his beer towards Sam, who pointedly ignored him, opting to scan the bar they were in. It was identical to all the other bars they'd ever frequented - dirty, cluttered, and dark. Complete with a motion-activated talking fish on the wall. Irritating.
"It's not Cas that I'm worried about. He got away, the rest of him didn't." Sam murmured darkly, before turning back to Dean. "I'm heading back to the motel, see if I can get something done."
Dean watched Sam grab his jacket and hustle out the door before he turned back to the girl on the label of his El Sol beer.
"You're the only one who understands me baby." Dean sighed again and knuckled over his brow, letting his mind wander to the last time he saw the nerdy little angel.
Wichita, Kansas. Two Days Ago.
The Impala rolled to a stop outside the run down factory on the edge of town. It was reasonably light out side, only slightly overcast, but that did nothing to quell the sense of foreboding in the elder Winchester's gut.
"Well this doesn't feel like a trap or anything," Dean deadpanned, slamming his car door shut.
"Yeah, but this is definitely where the demons are, the whole place reeks of sulfur." Sam joined his brother at the arsenal in the Impala's trunk. He grabbed the demon-killing knife, a handgun, and an extra clip of ammunition.
"I know it, it's like they don't bathe or something," Grabbing his own weapons, Dean slammed the trunk shut. He turned and jumped back against the car when Castiel appeared in front of him. "Dammit Cas! You know I hate that, I nearly shot of my own foot!"
The angel merely looked confused. "You'll need all of your appendages for this Dean, it is much worse than we thought." Castiel fixed Dean with his signature intense gaze. "The demons have taken a hostage."
"You think the hostage is the missing librarian?" Sam asked stuffing his gun into his belt.
Dean swore, "Probably," he ran a hand over his face and looked at the decrepit building facing them. "Ok, new plan. Me and Sam will distract the demons while Cas pops in and zaps the librarian out of there."
With a flap of invisible wings Castiel was gone.
"I'll take that as an 'ok.'"
The factory was once home to a button manufacturing business - a moderately successful one at that. It employed many people in the city and the surrounding towns, a veritable beacon of security for the working masses. But that was before clothing manufacturers began outsourcing to cheaper third world labor. The factory workers were laid off, and production stopped. Since then the building had fallen into disrepair.
But the equipment they left behind sure does make for some interesting torture. Meg thought, fiddling with a rusted piece of machinery. Her head snapped around at the unmistakable squeal of rusty hinges. "Show time."
"You know, for once we should be smart about this and bring WD-40," Sam hissed, wincing at the creaky door hinges.
"Yeah alright handy man, let's go."
Dean went in first, clearing what once was the front office with his salt-filled sawed-off, Sam followed close behind. They stealthily moved across the dusty floors to the doors leading to the factory floor.
Dean began to count to the standard signal of three, reaching two before he was interrupted by the doors blowing open.
"Hello boys, did ya miss me?"
Dean and Sam stood, quickly surveying the situation. Meg stood at the center of the room, next to her was a beaten woman in a chair. They studied the shadows of the room, but no one else seemed to be there.
"Meg," Sam took a cautious step into the room. "Where's your posse?"
"Oh, don't you worry Sammy, they're around. But let's not talk about them," She smiled lasciviously, "Let's talk about us."
"Right, like how you've changed your M.O." Dean stepped forward, "What's with the people snatching? Unless nerdy is your type?"
Meg sauntered back to the librarian, smirking. She took the gagged, brown-hair woman's face in her hand, forcing the girl to look at her. "Oh yeah, me and little Lily here have been having loads of fun." Meg brought her face closer to the girl's. "Isn't that right sweetheart?"
The young woman whimpered as she struggled to yank her face away from the demon.
As Meg talked, Sam and Dean slowly edged forward and around in an attempt to surround the demon. Dean never lowered his gun from Meg's head, and Sam had the demon-killing knife prepared to stab.
"But," Meg announced, straightening, letting the girl's face drop away from her, "She's not really what I'm after."
"What, you were too shy to ask us out yourself so you had to lure us here?" Dean quipped, keeping steady aim on Meg. He continued to circle her, leading her attention away from the librarian - and Cas who appeared silently next to the bound girl.
"No cupcake, not to lure you, to lure him." Meg snapped her fingers and a circle of holy fire leapt up surrounding Castiel and the librarian. In the same moment Meg's demon cronies appeared to disarm Dean and Sam, holding them still until such a time when Meg gave them orders. "You see, Cassie here? Well, he's interesting. He's got some… dirty little secrets. And I want to know all of them."
She wandered over to the ring of fire separating her from the angel, making well sure there were no low overhanging pipes around. Wouldn't want a repeat of last time.
"Funny how we always seem to meet like this, huh peaches?"
"Then you know what happens next," Castiel growled, fists clenched. "I over power you, then we kill you."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves now." She turned away from him and began to circle his entrapment, "If you, or you boys," She came to face the Winchesters, "Make a move to harm a strand on my pretty little head, Lily here dies."
Meg snapped her fingers and the librarian began to moan, the dirty gag in her mouth blossoming red with blood.
"Meg you bitch!" Dean growled, struggling against his captors, "What's your end game here? You wanted to talk? You could've just asked nicely."
"Talk?" Meg laughed, turning to face Castiel again. "No, I want Cassie to spill his guts." She murmured, almost tenderly.
"Not likely," Cas said, nodding to Sam. Meg whipped around in time to see Sam rock his head back against the face of his captor. Another demon appeared as Sam bent to retrieve his knife. He came back up, plunging the blade into the underside of the demon's jaw, the tip protruding out of his skull.
Dean elbowed the large man holding him hostage in the stomach, coming up quickly to elbow the doubled-over demon in the face. There was a satisfying crunch of cartilage and gurgle of blood as Sam came up to further dispatch the man. Three more abominations stepped forward to take his place.
"Uh-huh, thought this might happen." Meg calmly watched as her henchmen were slaughtered. "You boys just don't listen." She snapped her fingers again and Lily's neck snapped.
"Cas!" Sam shouted, stabbing one more demon before throwing a spurt of holy water towards Meg. He was quickly occupied again by a meaty white guy howling in rage.
"Missed me," Meg ducked easily, allowing the holy water to sail uselessly over her head. The water splashed into the fire, breaking the ring, if only momentarily. But, that was all that was needed.
"Not quite," Cas said before ordering, "Boys, close your eyes!" He allowed his wings to unfurl, his true form rising out of his vessel and easily batting the broken ring of holy fire out.
The boys dutifully shielded their eyes against the intensity of the light, as did Meg. The other demons weren't so smart. Their dying screams could be heard over the ear piercing noise of Castiel's true from.
"Thought you might try that too," Meg said, and with her eyes still closed she brought forth a piece of paper from her jacket. She blindly unfolded it, and placed her hand over the sigil painted in blood, murmuring chants quickly. She finished her chanting and with another blinding flash of light Castiel was sent away. His vessel Jimmy, however, stayed.
The Winchesters lowered their arms from their eyes to see Meg walk over to Jimmy's body.
"See you on the flipside boys," She said before winking out, Jimmy in tow.
"Shit!" Dean kicked the body of a demon in rage. "She got away again!"
Sam went to the librarian. Lily, he told himself. He lifted two fingers to her neck, searching for a pulse. He sighed and turned back to Dean.
"She's gone." He ran a weary hand over his bleeding face, suddenly noting the half crumpled paper on the ground.
"Well," He stooped to pick it up, "I guess we know what the librarian was for." He showed the paper to Dean.
"Her blood."
Dean swore and kicked the deceased demon again.