Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor do I own Disney's Fantasia. But owning them would be pretty great, as they both rock my world. If you've seen Fantasia, this story will make a bit more sense.
Takes place almost directly after 4. 22. AU I guess, since season 5 hasn't aired yet.
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Dean wasn't quite sure how it happened, but one minute, he and Sam were standing in the convent, being blinded by white light as Lucifer slowly rose from hell and the next, they were both standing beside Ruby's car. Figuring that the best course of action would be get-the-hell-away-from-here and ask questions later, the jumped in the car and drove.
The drive to Bobby's passed in silence, both boys too stunned by the turn of events to speak. Dean registered the fact that Sam had yet to let go of his sleeve. He made no attempt to remove it. Despite of the chaos at hand, a small part of Dean was absolutely thrilled that his little brother needed him for comfort and support once again. It was like a dam broke; Sammy was back and Dean was hoping that the cold, heartless Sam he had known for the last few months was gone for good.
As they pulled into the Singer Salvage Yard, they saw Bobby standing outside, gun poised at the ready. Sam eyed the gun warily, wondering just how angry Bobby was with him. Dean noticed his reluctance and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before stepping out of Ruby's monstrosity of a car.
There was no need for words, not yet. Bobby's eyes widened when we saw Sam, but the expressions on their faces told him all he needed to know. Gesturing for the boys to follow him, Bobby turned and headed towards his panic room. Sam gulped at the sight of the room, remembering the events that happened only hours earlier; the hallucinations, Dean screaming at him, calling him a monster. He had figured by now that Dean hadn't meant what he said in the voicemail, but it didn't stop the incredible fear that was threatening to consume him. If I walk into a room full of Devil's traps, will I be able to walk out? He hadn't realized that he had stopped walking and was visibly trembling until he felt Dean's hand on his arm, gently pulling him forward and saying,
"Easy Sammy, easy. It's ok." He took a few more baby steps until he was just outside the door.
But he couldn't take the final step.
"Please," he whispered, almost begging, "destroy the Devil's trap, please. I don't want-" Bobby didn't understand the full cause of Sam's distress, though Dean did. He clasped both of Sam's shoulders and said very slowly.
"Listen to me, you are not a demon. And you are not evil." Sam tried to believe it, but he couldn't. The demon blood pumping through his veins seemed to drown out Dean's voice. Dean sighed. Bobby, although bewildered, bent down and removed piece of the sigil on the floor. Sam stepped inside, taking great care not to touch the walls. It broke Dean's heart.
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It was almost mind-blowing that anyone managed to sleep, but they did. The room securely locked with a line of salt just outside the door, was without a doubt, the safest place in the world to be. This room was impenetrable, or so they thought.
"Wake uuuuuuuuup!" sang a cheerful female voice, as she ripped Sam and Dean's blankets off.
"What the hell?" grumbled Dean, annoyed at the unorthodox wake-up call.
"You heard me," said the voice again, "Up! Up! I don't have all day." Sam rubbed his eyes,
"Who the hell are you?"
"Tsk tsk, such language." The boys finally managed to get their eyes open and took a look at their visitor. She was a curvy woman looked to be in her twenties, about Dean's height, with long wavy brown hair, and green eyes. She was wearing a t-shirt bearing the legend "Spread love, not war" and jeans.
"Ok, let's try this again," she said, eyeing the boys sternly, "ask me who I am without the profanity please." Sam and Dean exchanged baffled looks, but Sam said uncertainly,
"Please tell us who you are? The woman beamed, clapping her hands.
"Much better! My name is Gabriel." Dean groaned,
"Don't tell me…" Her smile widened, if that were possible,
"Yep! I'm an angel of the Lord." Sam shrank back, fearing the reason for the visit. He was fairly certain that it wasn't a courtesy call. 'Oh God,' Sam thought, 'She's here to kill me isn't she. God probably isn't that happy with me.'
"Aw, Sam Honey, you look like you could use a hug!" Sam and Dean's mouths dropped open.
"I drank demon blood, killed Lilith and freed Lucifer and all you have to say is 'you could use a hug??'" asked Sam incredulously, "Doesn't heaven hate my guts?" Gabriel shook her head,
"Oh Honey, nobody's mad at you!" she paused, "well, some of the angels think you're really stupid for trusting a demon, but they don't hate you!"
"I broke the final seal." Sam repeated slowly. Did this angel not get it? To his amazement, she shrugged,
"So? Dean broke the first one and we still talk to him. Stop worrying about it."
Gabriel clapped Sam on the shoulder genially, not noticing Sam's wince. Dean fought back a smile, remembering how his hand felt after punching Castiel. Gabriel's cheerfulness disappeared and was replaced by a kind maternal tone when she saw Sam's tortured expression.
"Sam, the Lord understands and the Lord forgives. We know you were being duped and wouldn't have done it if you knew." She smiled, "If it makes you feel better, Ruby even had me going for a while. Why do you think we let her live? We honestly thought she was trying to help." Gabriel wrapped her arms around Sam, who stiffened and then relaxed. Dean coughed.
"Anyway, I'm actually here because I have news for you boys. And it ain't good as you can imagine," said Gabriel, standing up.
"Spit it out already," Gabriel bit her lip, not sure how to word this.
"Well, it's about Cas." Dean's eyebrows shot up
"What about him?" he demanded.
"He's missing."
Dean jaw dropped,
"What do you mean missing? He's not dead?" Gabriel held her hands up,
"Look, all I know is that Castiel was going to the convent to save you guys. We know he made it there, but we don't know where he is now. We're afraid that Lucifer has taken him captive." At the look on Dean's face she added, "We can sense when one of our own has been killed. Castiel is still alive, but we have no way of finding him. He must be dealing with one scary son of a gun."
"And you have no leads at all?" asked Sam. Gabriel, closed her eyes; listening intently to a voice that neither Winchester could hear.
"Russia," she whispered, placing a hand on her temple, "a mountain…there's a town at the base of it." She winced and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know anything else."
"We're going to Russia, Sam." Gabriel nodded her approval, as did Sam.
"Gather everything you have and pack it in your car. Dean looked at her questioningly.
"I have to get you to Russia don't I? It'll be much easier if I only have to make one trip."
A loud snore from Bobby reminded them all that he had somehow managed to sleep through all this. Sam and Dean looked at their sleeping friend. Bobby was tough, but this was the end of the world and neither brother really liked the idea of leaving him alone.
"After I drop you two off, I'll come back and stay with him." said Gabriel quietly, as though reading their thoughts. Dean smiled gratefully and began gathering his things.
Gabriel circled the car a few times, eyeing it carefully.
"What?" asked Dean, confused.
"Just gathering my energy," she answered. Gabriel stopped directly in front of the car, closed her eyes and began chanting in Latin. She raised her arms and the boys found themselves and the Impala enveloped with golden light. Gabriel opened her eyes, now glowing white. With one swift clap, both she and the Impala vanished.
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They reappeared on an empty road beside what seemed like an endless forest. Gabriel fell to her knees, breathing heavily.
"Are you alright?" asked Sam, kneeling beside her.
"Yeah," she panted, "that just took a lot out of me." Straightening up and brushing off her knees, Gabriel said,
"Ok boys, see what you can accomplish here, I'll come and find you if I learn anything more." She turned to leave.
"Wait," said Dean, a thought striking him.
"I thought Castiel was a rogue now. He disobeyed orders. I thought that was the unforgivable sin of angels. So, why do you want us to find him?" Gabriel fixed him with a long piercing look, all humour gone from her lovely face. Dean shifted under her gaze; it felt like he was being X-rayed. Finally she spoke,
"Isn't it obvious?" Dean said nothing. "He's my brother." There was a gust of wind and then she was gone, leaving the boys alone on a barren Russian road.
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-Shooshkipoo