Requiem for a Tower
Inspired by a video I saw on YouTube: Supernatural Season 5 Movie Trailer 2 (Fan Made). Check it out. It's awesome! Best vid ever!
Historian's note: Takes places after season five premiere, but they were never sent after the Michael sword, so Bobby is not in a wheelchair and they never went to Castle Rock storage to talk to Zachariah.
Dean shoved the demon off of him, climbing to his feet. As an angel lunged towards him, he ducked and planted his knee into the angel's abdomen. He heard a yell from his right and looked over to see Sam on the pavement, demons laying into him.
"Sam!" Dean yelled. He beat off another demon and rushed for his brother. He kicked a demon in the face, pulling the others off of him. By now, the angels had also begun to battle the demons, and the demons were momentarily losing interest in the Winchesters.
"Come on!" Bobby yelled. He dodged for an alley with the brothers close behind. Castiel soon joined them. They waited for a moment, but no one followed them. The angels and demons were too busy battling each other to notice they had disappeared.
"What do we do?" asked Sam. "We got demons attacking from the left and angels trying to nab us from the right. There's got to be a way to head them all off and get away."
"Well, we don't have anything right now, so what's plan B?" asked Dean.
"There may be something," Castiel told them.
"We'll take anything we can get," said Dean.
"It's risky," warned Castiel.
"What isn't these days?" said Sam.
"It's a spell," Castiel explained. "It'll incapacitate anything supernatural."
"Incapacitate?" said Dean.
"Render them unconscious," said Castiel. "The stronger the being, the longer they'll be out. Anything with a touch of the supernatural, including…"
"Me," said Sam.
Castiel nodded. "We'll be down by two. Dean, it'll be up to you and Bobby to get Sam and I out of here before anything wakes up."
Dean hesitated, glancing at Sam. "Just knock them out? No side effects, nothing?"
"None," said Castiel.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Fine, how do we do it?"
"I will perform the ritual," said Castiel. "It's up to you three to provide a distraction."
"Now that," said Dean as he pulled the hammer back on his .45 to slide a bullet into the barrel," we can do."
He jumped back into the street with Sam and Bobby close behind. He began shooting demons with iron rounds as Sam and Bobby used salt guns. Demons yelled in pain as they continued their assault. Dean felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned, shoving the hand of a guy in a suit off of him: an angel. Dean wasn't sure why they suddenly wanted him or Sam, but Castiel had warned not to trust them, and that was good enough for Dean. After all, they were the ones that purposely led Sam to killing Lillith and raising Lucifer.
A punch landed in Dean's gut, doubling him over. Another hit him in the jaw, sending him to the pavement.
Hurry up, Cas!
Dean blocked the next punch, pulling the demon to the pavement next to him. He got to his feet, ducking an angel's reaching hand and kicking a demon in the knee, breaking it. Thunder rippled through the street, causing everyone to look towards the alley where Castiel was hidden. A white light shot out of the alley in a wave. When it hit the first demons, they wavered for a moment before toppling to the pavement, unconscious.
"Yes!" Dean cheered, smiling.
His smile turned to a grimace when the wave hit him. He felt a pressure building in his skull, blocking everything out. He tried to get his bearings, but darkness took over as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Sam came to with a blinding headache. He put a hand to his head as he pulled through the darkness.
"No side effects, my ass," mumbled Sam.
"Sam?" came Bobby's voice.
Sam squinted his eyes open to see Bobby standing above him. Sam was laid out on the couch of Bobby's living room.
"Hey, Bobby," said Sam, rubbing the pain out of his temples. "We all get out of there okay?"
"Yeah," said Bobby solemnly.
Sam could see the worry and confusion in his face, and he sat up a little. "Bobby, what is it?"
Bobby didn't say anything; he just glanced behind himself at the rest of the room. Sam followed his gaze, his eyes slowly sweeping the room. To the left of the couch, Castiel was slumped in an armchair, unconscious. And in the middle of the room on a mattress…lay an unconscious Dean.
Sorry it's so short.