A/N: Well hello again! Sorry for the long hiatus. This is episode five of the A Rush Of Blood To The Head series. I highly recommend reading at least the previous episode - especially if you are a Destiel fan. My writing will seem a bit different since my previous stories because I have been working on my book with other people and that has helped improved my skills greatly.
Anywho, in this episode, I am basically rewriting episodes 7.20 through 7.23 so that they fit into the universe that I have created, - with my own little twists here and there - while simultaneously weaving it into what's canon. I'll admit that I have stolen a few lines from the episodes here and there, and the basic plot and what not. It's pretty much necessary (in the series and at this step in my learning) to do so. I hope you guys like it, because this is not the only time I'm going to have to do this (I think).
Again, Dean's thoughts are ITALICIZED, Sam's thoughts are BOLD, and Cas's thoughts are UNDERLINED.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING
P.S. This is the first series finale of Rush.
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A Rush Of Blood To The Head: Series One
Episode Five: The Prize At The Bottom Of The Box
Part One: Charlie And The Chocolate Factory*
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~THEN~
Cas slammed Dean into the wall, pinning him there by the hunter's biceps, forcing Dean's arms to just hang at his sides. Then Cas snatched the hunter's top lip between his own. After a moment, Dean shut his eyes and touched his bottom lip to Cas's, kissing him back. But then there was a clink as the ring hit the floor. Suddenly, Cas pulled away, looking more terrified than Dean had ever seen him.
"The ring will come off when you kiss your true love." Sam said.
"It fell off," Dean assured, "I didn't do anything."
"I believe you. You didn't do anything. "Sam muttered under his breath, "You just let Cas do all the work."
~NOW~
Sam's eyes were tracing over there board of research. They did not have any information on the sites where Dick Roman was digging and they could not find a pattern as to where he was digging either.
Dean sat on the couch drinking beer and staring at at the wall. He was thankful that Sam stopped trying to talk about the ring and how it must have released itself from Dean. But still, all the elder Winchester could think about was Cas.
~Cas's eyes were pleading and pained, "I need to know what your lips feel like; how your skin tastes; what it's like to hold you in my arms." The angel inched his way closer to Dean, leaning in to kiss him, "I need to know what it's like to be inside of you; to have you inside of me."~
Dean choked on his beer. Sam looked over at his brother, a little concern on his face, "You okay, Dean?"
Dean nodded as he coughed. "Yeah," he coughed again, "Peachy." He was about to take another sip of his beer when Gabriel fluttered into the room. Both Dean and Sam jumped slightly.
"Missed me?" Asked the Archangel, wiggling his eyebrows.
"No," Dean said flatly.
"What do you want Gabriel," the younger Winchester asked.
Gabriel rolled his eyes, "Your friend Bobby has been throwing a bitch-fit upstairs. And-"
Dean was shocked, "Bobby? You've seen Bobby? Is he ok?"
"Yeah yeah, he's fine. Anyway, I finally went to talk to the guy and - after calling me an idjit for not listening to him sooner - he told me something very interesting about your Dick problem."
There was silence for a moment.
"And?" Dean asked.
"And," Gabriel drew out the word, "he told me what Dick's really up to; his master plan, the endgame, the -"
"Just spit it out, Gabriel," said Sam, bitchface turned up to seven.
"He's planning on turning humanity into the perfect food source. Well, for the Leviathans at least."
Dean scrunched up his face. "So Dick's gonna turn us into what, cattle?"
"Bingo! Hang on." Gabriel closed his eyes and tilted his head like he was listening to something. "You should read that."
Sam furrowed his brow, "Read what?"
Gabriel opened his eyes and sighed loudly, "Your email, Sammy."
Sam looked confused but opened his email. "I just got a message from Frank. It says 'Winchesters, if you're reading this, I'm dead... or worse.'" Sam exchanged a glance with Dean, then shifted in his seat. "'This e-mail was sent to you because some smartypants asshat is trying to hack into my hard drive right NOW. So unless it's either of you two pains in the ass, you got trouble.'" Again, Dean and Sam exchanged worried glances. "My drive is full of compromising info. Your new aliases, hangout, where you store your car..."
"Baby?" Dean feared for his precious Impala.
"Yeah, well, I gotta go. Things to do, a Heaven to rebuild...' Gabriel waves his hand in the air, "You guys can handle this, right?" Gabriel didn't give them time to answer and disappeared with a flutter.
"Dick," both Winchesters said.
"Anyway," Sam started, "Looks like Frank put a tracker on his hard drive." Dean could hear the mouse button on Sam's laptop click a few times, then his younger brother's eyes went wide. "Oh crap."
"What," Dean asked as he made his way to stand next to Sam. "Oh crap."
The hard drive was at Richard Roman Enterprises.
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A LITTLE EARLIER...
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A red haired woman sat at her desk. A man with a light blue button-up shirt and red tie came out from his office and called out to her. "Charlie!" The woman, Charlie, stood up. "My office. Now."
Charlie complied and walked out from her cubicle into her boss's office. Right away, she saw a man sitting at her boss's desk. He turned around; it was Dick Roman himself.
Dick smiled broadly. "You must be Charlie. It's nice to meet you." He picked up the hard drive. He stood and motioned towards the chairs, "Please, sit."
Charlie smiled nervously. "Yes sir." She sat, and Dick returned to his seat as well. "Is something wrong? Did, did I do something? Am I getting fired?! Because if it's about-"
Dick held up a hand and Charlie stopped talking. He looked at the hard drive in his hand, then back to the nervous redhead in the chair. "I need you to do something for me. This," He picked it up the drive and handed it out to Charlie, "belonged to a man named Frank Devereaux." Charlie took the drive. "He thought he could bring down the entire company. He was wrong. Let's keep him wrong. It's encrypted, or whatever you crazy kids say these days. Break it open and bring it to me."
Charlie smiled. "Yes sir, I'll-"
"You have three days or you're fired." Charlie's face went blank. Dick stood up and straightened his jacket. "Good talk," he said, then walked around the desk and out of the office.
"Is this real life?" Charlie asked herself. She looked at her boss and noted his confused expression before hurriedly leaving his office. Charlie went back to her desk and got started trying to hack the drive.
She tried a couple of times, and at one point she thought she had broken through. She smiled, but then Frank's voice told her, "Nice try, Zero Charisma." The smile left her face. She sighed and deflated a little, then started typing away again.
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LATER THAT DAY
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"So how are we supposed get into the place?" Dean asked Sam. "It's not like we can just stroll in there, they know our faces."
"Maybe we need... some angelic assistance? Like, say, by an Angel named C-"
"Shut up, Sammy."
"I don't think there are any Angels named, 'Shut Up, Sammy,' Dean." Sam said, in his serious voice, with his serious face.
"Drop it Sam, just drop it."
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THE NEXT DAY
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"Figure out how we're supposed to break into Dick HQ yet?."
"Well, I gave you my idea yesterday."
"No! No Angels Sammy! Arch or otherwise. We can handle this ourselves."
"Dean, Cas kissed you. That's the only explanation for the ring falling off. And who knows, maybe it just fell off because an Angel kissed you. Or it could really mean that-"
"That what Sam? That Cas is my 'one true love'?" Dean scoffed. "Yeah right," he said then sipped his beer. He abruptly changed the subject, "What's with the drive, anyway? They cracked it yet?"
Sam shook his head, "No." His eyes widened, "Crap, I take that back."
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"Finally," Charlie exclaimed after staying up all night, trying to crack open the drive. She noticed a file labeled 'Richard Roman Enterprises' and opened it. Her screen flooded with , pictures, - some of which were of creepy looking monster mouths - articles - a lot of which featured Richard Roman Enterprises-, a video of an empty field, and handwritten notes that Charlie presumed were written by the Devereaux guy.
Charlie clicked on one of the notes. "What's a Leviathan," she asked aloud. She read about as much of the information about the Leviathan as she could stomach before closing all of the open items. She shook her head. 'This guy's 100% nutcase', she thought. She leaned around her desk. "Where's Pete?" Charlie asked her co-worker; she wanted to get this to her boss right away.
"Probably went down to the garage for a smoke." He told her.
Charlie thanked her co-worker and went down to garage. She turned the corner and saw Pete talking to Dick Roman and some other guy.
"There's nothing in you... except Tarrell's dinner," she heard Dick say before the other man grabbed Pete by the shoulders. It's mouth widened more than humanly possible, then it bit off Pete's face.
Charlie turned back around the corner and covered her mouth. 'Guy wasn't a nutcase. Guy wasn't a nutcase,' she thought frantically before taking off as fast, but as quietly, as she could.
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"Dean," Sam called, jarring his brother out of the nap he was taking on the couch.
"What," Dean whined.
"I think I found our mystery hacker. Her name's Charlie Bradbury." Sam scribbled something on a piece of paper as Dean sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"You got the address?" Sam held up the piece of paper. "Let's go."
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Charlie entered her apartment. She could feel that someone else was there. She turned around to go back out the door, but a tall man slammed it shut.
"No you don't," the tall man said.
"We're not going to hurt you, we promise," said an even taller man with longer hair.
"Get away from me you," she grabbed a plastic sword that was on her coffee table, "you shapeshifters!"
"Relax Princess Fiona, we aren't Leviathans," the shorter of the two told her.
"We'll prove it." The taller one held up a bottle of borax. "You know what this stuff does to them?" Charlie, still holding the plastic sword, nodded. The man poured the liquid over his hand. "See?" He handed the bottle to the other man who copied the first guy.
"Not Leviathans." The shorter man held out the bottle to her. Charlie, poured the borax over her hand that was still holding the swar. The man took back the bottle and recapped it. "Now, Ms. Bradbury, it's time we have a little chat."
"I'm Sam," the taller one said hurriedly. "This is my brother, Dean." Dean gave what, in Charlie's opinion, was a fake smile.
"Charlie," she said. She motioned for the two to have a seat on her couch, though she was still weary of the strangers that broke into her home. She put plastic sword down on the coffee table and stood opposite them.
"Uh," Sam started, "You're gonna want to sit down for this."
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*Charlie And The Charlie Factory was a book turned into a movie - a few times over. If you haven't read or seen one of the versions of the movie, then I feel sorry for you.