Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, its characters or its plot. I DO own my OC Sabrina Moore and Ayami[Aya] I also own what I add to the plot and the whole thing with Sabrina.
Summary: The past four months after Dean's death Sabrina and Aya fell off the grid. Dean's back via Cas and seals are being broken. What could go wrong? (OC)Sabrina/Dean, some (OC)Aya/Sam and (OC)Aya/Castiel. Rated M for a certain chapter. ;)
The Sabrina Moore Chronicles Book Four: Bloody Wings
Dean was in a dark place; he breathed heavily, flicked his lighter on. He was inside a wooden coffin.
"Help!" Dean tried to yell but his voice came out extremely hoarse. "Help! Help!"
Dean pounded on the wood above his head; dirt rained down on his face. He continued to pound.
FIELD – DAY
In the middle of a grassy field, a simple wooden cross was planted. Suddenly a hand burst out of the dirt, followed by another. Dean crawled his way out of the ground, groaning and gasping. He lied on his back, panting. He stood, looked around in the glaring sunlight. Around his crude headstone was a perfect circle of dead trees, laying on the ground as if an unearthly powerful blast had felled them.
A COUNTRY ROAD – DAY
Through hazy heat, Dean walked down an empty road, his outer shirt around his waist and approached an abandoned gas station. He pounded on the door.
"Hello?" He called, his voice still hoarse. Dean rolled up his outer shirt over his right hand and broke the glass on the door. Inside, he grabbed a water bottle from a fridge and gulped at it, gasping. He found s a newspaper and saw the date, which reads:
Thursday, September 18th
"September."
Dean washed his face in a dingy sink of the gas station bathroom, then looked up and stared at his reflection. He wore a tight black t-shirt. Frowning, he stood pulled the shirt up to exposed his chest. Dean stared at his unblemished, unscarred chest in the dingy gas station mirror. He turned his left shoulder to the mirror and pulled up the sleeve to reveal a large, raw handprint brand.
Dean pulled snacks and energy bars from the shelves, along with several bottles of water, and stashed them in a plastic bag. Stopping in front of a magazine stand, he grinned slowly. On the stand was an Adult Magazine - "Busty Asian Beauties". He picked it up, smirked, flipping through it, and stuffed it in the bag too.
He went to the counter, set down the bag, and hit a single button on the register, snapping his fingers in satisfaction when it popped open. As he was looting the cash, the TV to his left flicked on, showing only static. He shut it off; only to have a radio to his right turn on to white noise. Not wasting a moment, he went to another shelf and grabbed a carton of salt, opened it, and began to pour it along the windowsill.
A high-pitched single tone began, and Dean clutched his left ear in pain as he continued to pour salt with his right hand. As it continued, he dropped the salt and crouched to the floor, groaning in agony. The window above his head shattered as the sound continued, and he dropped to the floor. He leaped to his feet to try to escape, and more glass on the ceiling and walls shattered. He looked around cautiously.
PHONE BOOTH – DAY
Dean dialed a number, and heard only an alert tone.
"We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected." Dean sighed and put in another quarter before dialing. He groaned as it continued to ring.
"Come on Princess." He muttered.
"Ello, can't get to the phone right now, leave a message and if you sound interesting I'll call you back." Aya's voice said Dean frowned.
"Aya? Why is she on the message?" He shook his head and hung up the pay phone and inserted another coin and dialed another number. It rang once, then was picked up.
"Yeah?" Bobby answered
"Bobby?"
"Yeah?"
"It's me."
"Who's "me"?
"Dean." The second after Dean said that he heard the dial tone. Dean hangs up the receiver and dialed again.
"Who is this?" Bobby asked.
"Bobby, listen to me."
"This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya." The dial tone again. Dean hung up the phone and turns. He saw an old, beat-up white car parked outside. His eyes lit up; he hotwired the car and pulled away from the gas station.
BOBBY'S HOUSE – DAY
Dean pounded on the door and Bobby answered it. Bobby looked at Dena who looked winded and apprehensive. Dean smiled cautiously. Bobby looked at him suspiciously.
"Surprise." Dean said.
"I, I don't…"
"Yeah, me neither." Dean entered. "But here I am." Behind his back, Bobby took out a silver knife. As Dean approached, Bobby lunged forward and slashed at him. Dean grabbed his arm and twisted it around; Bobby broke the grip and backhanded him in the face. "Bobby! It's me!" Dean shouted.
"My ass!" Dean shoved a chair between himself and Bobby and held his hands out.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and... you're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me. Bobby lowered the knife, stepped forward slowly. He placed a hand gently on Dean's shoulder. Suddenly he slashed again, but Dean quickly subdued and disarmed him. "I am not a shapeshifter!"
"Then you're a Revenant!" Dean shoved Bobby away, having taken the knife. He held it out in front of him.
"Alright. If I was either, could I do this – with a silver knife?" Dean rolled up his left sleeve, and, grimacing, sliced his arm above the elbow with the knife. A line of blood appeared.
"Dean?" Bobby asked, staring to believe it was really him.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you." Bobby broke, grabbing Dean in for a tight hug. Dean returned the hug with enthusiasm, relief on his face. They pulled apart.
"It's... It's good to see you, boy."
"Yeah, you too."
"But... how did you bust out?"
"I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box..." Suddenly, Bobby splashed water in Dean's face. Dean paused and spit it out. "I'm not a demon either, you know." Dean said.
"Sorry. Can't be too careful." They went further into the house; Dean wiped his face with a towel. "But... that don't make a lick of sense."
"Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir."
"Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit –"
"I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject."
"What do you remember?" Bobby asked.
"Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it." Bobby said. "Sam's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not..."
"Oh, he's alive. As far as I know."
"Good... Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?"
"I haven't talked to him for months."
"You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?"
"He was dead set on it."
"Bobby, you should've been looking after him."
"I tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him or me. We had to bury you." Bobby said
"Why did you bury me, anyway?"
"I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... Sam wouldn't have it."
"Well, I'm glad he won that one."
"He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said."
"What do you mean?" Dean said suspiciously.
"He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found."
"Oh, damnit, Sammy."
"What?"
"Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo."
"What makes you so sure?" Bobby asked.
"You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this." He stripped his jacket, pulled up his sleeve to reveal the brand.
"What in the hell?" Bobby asked standing.
"It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out."
"But why?"
"To hold up their end of the bargain."
"You think Sam made a deal."
"It's what I would have done." Dean said then thought for a moment. "Or Sabrina did. What's up with her, is she with Sam?"
"As far as I know she dropped off the grid."
"What?" Bobby shrugged. "I called her phone and Aya was on the recording."
"Aya? Sabrina has more than one phone right?"
"She's got one, never had a chance to get her another."
"Yeah, hi," Dean said into a phone. "I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me. …. Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles. … Social is 2-4-7-4. … Thank you." Dean hung up the phone and crossed to a laptop on the table.
"How'd you know he'd use that name?" Bobby asked.
"You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid?" The laptop was open to a web browser; Dean typed in the address for Arc Moblie."Hey, Bobby?" Dean asked picking up one of the many empty liquor bottles scattered around. "What's the deal with the liquor store? What, are your parents out of town or something?"
"Like I said. Last few months ain't been all that easy." Dean held his gaze for a moment.
"Right." The laptop beeped; the display showed a city map with a blue arrow pointing to a star. The locator reads:
Phone Location:
263 Adams Road
Pontiac, Illinois.
"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois." Dean said.
"Right near where you were planted."
"Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?"
ASTORIA MOTEL – NIGHT
Dean and Bobby walked down a dingy hallway and knocked on a door with the number 207 inside a red heart. The door was opened by a hot young woman with dark hair, wearing only a tank top and underwear. She looked at them expectantly.
"So where is it?" She asked. Dean looked at Bobby, confused.
"Where's what?" Dean asked.
"The pizza... that takes two guys to deliver?"
"I think we got the wrong room." Sam stepped into the light. He was grim and focused, and wore a grey t-shirt and jeans.
"Hey, is..." Sam stopped dead when he saw Dean. He swallowed, shocked, his eyes flicking between Dean and Bobby.
"Heya, Sammy." Dean said quietly, with much feeling.
Sam was silent. Dean stepped into the room, ignoring the woman., who stepped aside to let him in. As Dean got close, Sam pulled a knife and lunged at Dean. The dark haired woman screamed; Dean blocked Sam's attack and Bobby pulled Sam off, gripping him around the shoulders. Sam struggled.
"Who are you?!" Sam shouted.
"Like you didn't do this?!" Dean said.
"Do what?!
"It's him." Bobby said. "It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him."
"What..." Sam stared at Dean as the struggle slowly went out of his body.
"I know. I look fantastic, huh?" Dean said advancing cautiously, staring at Sam. Bobby let go of Sam, who looked on the verge of tears as he stepped forward and pulled Dean into a desperate hug. They embraced for several seconds, heavy with emotion, as Bobby looked on with tears in his eyes. San pushed Dean back to arm's length. The woman was looking on, looking confused.
"So are you two like... together?" She asked.
"What?" Sam asked like he just remembered that she was there. "No. No. He's my brother."
"Uh... got it. I... I guess. Look, I should probably go."
"Yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Sorry."
Sam, now wearing a white button-down, opened the door to let the woman now dressed in an adorable blue plaid shirt, out.
"So, call me." She said
"Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Kathy.
"Kristy." She said disappointed
"Right." She left, and Sam shut the door. Sam came back into the room and sat down. Dean was standing above him, arms crossed. He and Bobby were both looking at Sam suspiciously.
"So tell me, what'd it cost?" Dean asked.
"The girl?" Sam asked with a smile. "I don't pay, Dean."
"That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?"
"You think I made a deal?"
"That's exactly what we think." Bobby said.
"Well, I didn't." Sam said.
"Don't lie to me." Dean said intensely.
"I'm not lying."
"So what now," Dean walked forward. "I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this."
"Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?" Sam said, standing, angrily.
"There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!" Dean said grabbed Sam by the front of his shirt.
"I tried everything." Sam said breaking Dean's grip. "That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you." Dean said relenting.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question." Bobby said.
"If he didn't pull me out, then what did?" Dean asked.
MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
Dean and Bobby were seated the couch. Sam entered and passed out bottles of beer, then sat across from Dean.
"So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?" Dean asked.
"Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback."
"All by yourself. Who do you think you are, your old man?" Bobby asked accusingly. Dean saw something, frowned, and crossed towards it.
"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby. I should have called. I was pretty messed up." Sam said. Dean picked up what he'd seen, a pink flowered bra. He held it up.
"Oh yeah. I really feel your pain." Dean said.
"Anyways, uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here." Sam said.
"When?"
"Yesterday morning"
"When I busted out."
"You think these demons are here 'cause of you?" Bobby asked.
"But why?" Sam asked.
"Well, I don't know – some badass demon drags me out and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow." Dean said.
"How you feelin', anyway?" Bobby asked.
"I'm a little hungry."
"No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?"
"Or demonic? Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?"
'Yeah. Well, listen. No demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned."
"Well, I feel fine."
"Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning." Sam said. "We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help."
"I know a psychic." Bobby said. "A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking."
"Hell yeah, it's worth a shot." Dean said.
"I'll be right back." Bobby exited. Dean stood as if to leave
"Hey, wait." Sam stood. "You probably want this back." Sam reached into his collar and pulled out a cord. It was Dean's Amulet. He placed it in Dean's hand. Dean looked at it, touched.
"Thanks." Dean said.
"Yeah, don't mention it." Sam said as Dean put it back on. "Hey Dean, what was it like?"
"What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing."
"Well, thank God for that." Sam said nodding
"Yeah."
MOTEL BATHROOM – NIGHT
Dean flicked on the light and stared at himself in the mirror. He rand a hand over his chin and leaned forward on the sink. Dean's bloody, terrified face, with screams and eerie sounds appeared in his head. Dean pulled back from the mirror, blinking in confusion.
MOTEL PARKING LOT – NIGHT
Bobby led the boys down a set of steps.
"She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up." Bobby said before getting in his car.
"I assume you'll want to drive." Sam said pulling the keys out of his right pocket and tossed them at Dean, who caught them easily.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Dean said chuckling. He approached the Impala and ran a hand along it lovingly. "Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?" Dean got in the driver's side, settled in. He saw an iPod plugged into the stereo, paused, and gave it a dirty look. Sam got into the passenger's seat, smiling. Dean glared at him. "What the hell is that?"
"That's an iPod jack." Sam said.
"You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.
"Dean, I thought it was my car." Dean sneered, sighed, and turned the key in the ignition. "Vision" by Jason Manns began to play. Dean rolled his eyes and glared at Sam again, looking pained.
"Really?" Sam shrugged innocently. Dean ripped the iPod out of the jack and tossed it in the back seat.
TWO-LANE BLACKTOP – NIGHT
Dean and Sam were back in their familiar places, having a heart-to-heart in the Impala on a dark road.
"There's still one thing that's bothering me." Dean said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, the night that I bit it. Or... got bit." He chuckled at his own wit. "How'd you make it out? I thought Lilith was going to kill you."
"Well, she tried. She couldn't"
"What do you mean, she couldn't?"
"She fired this, like, burning light at me, and... didn't leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something."
"Immune?"
"Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or me. She left pretty fast after that."
"Huh. What about Ruby, where is she?"
"Dead. For now." Sam said. Dean bit his lip like he wasn't sure whether or not to ask something.
"So you've been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?"
"No." Sam said.
"You sure about that? Well, I mean, now that you've got... immunity, whatever the hell that is... just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on."
"Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish."
"Yeah, well, let's keep it that way." Dean said. Sam brooded.
PAMELA'S HOUSE – DAY
They knocked on the door, and Pamela opened it. She was in her thirties, strong and beautiful with a ready smile.
"Bobby!" She said. She grabbed him into a hug, lifting him briefly off the ground. Sam and Dean shared a look.
"You're a sight for sore eyes." Bobby said. Pamela stepped back and looked Sam and Dean up and down appraisingly.
"So, these the boys?"
"Sam, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state."
"Hey." Dean said with a flirting tone.
"Hi." Sam said a little awkwardly.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual." Pamela said.
"If you say so."
"Come on in."
PAMELA'S HOUSE – DAY
Pamela ushered them in, first Bobby, then Dean, then Sam, and shut the door behind them.
"So, you hear anything?" Bobby asked.
"Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why."
"So what's next?"
"A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed."
"You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here."
"No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal."
"I'm game." Dean said.
SEANCE ROOM – DAY
Pamela spread a black tablecloth covered in symbols over a small table. Sam and Dean looked at it warily; Dean cocked his head as Pamela squated in front of a cabinet, revealing a scrawled tattoo across her lower back that reads:
Jesse Forever
"Who's Jesse?" Dean asked. She laughed.
"Well, it wasn't forever."
"His loss." Pamela stood with several pillar candles in her hands, and stop in front of Dean with a smirk. "Might be your gain." As she passed by, Dean turned to Sam and lowered his voice.
"Dude, I am so in." Dean said.
"Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive." Sam said.
"Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it."
"You're invited too, grumpy." Pamela said passing by again with a wink to Sam. Dean turned to Sam quickly.
"You are not invited."
Later Pamela, Bobby, Sam, and Dean were seated around the small table, which had six lighted candles in the center.
"Right. Take each other's hands." Pamela said. They did. "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." Pamela slid her hand along Dean's inner thigh. He jumped.
"Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there."
"My mistake." Dean looked around, nervous, then took off his outer shirt, pulled up his left t-shirt sleeve to reveal the brand. Sam stared at it, shocked, then looked at Bobby. Pamela laid her hand on the Brand. "Okay." All four closed their eyes and Pamela began to chant. "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle." A television flicked on to static; she continued "I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy."
"Castiel?" Dean asked.
"Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back." The white noise and static continued, and the table began to shake. "I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face.
"Maybe we should stop." Bobby suggested as the white noise and rattling became more violent.
"I almost got it. I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now! Suddenly the candles flared up several feet in the air and Pamela began to scream. Her eyes flew open and were filled with a white-hot flame. She collapsed; the rattling, white noise, and flames died out.
"Call 9-1-1!" Bobby said catching her and lowering her to the floor. Sam scrambled out of his chair and into the next room. Dean crouched over Pamela and Bobby. She was conscious, but bleeding and burned. Her eyelids flew open to reveal black, empty sockets. She sobbed.
"I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!"
JOHNNY MAC'S DINER – DAY
Dean was sitting at a table giving his order to a waitress.
"Be up in a jiff." She said. As she left Sam entered, talking on his cell.
"You bet." He sat down hanging up.
"What'd Bobby say?"
"Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U."
"And blind, because of us."
"And we still have no clue who we're dealing with."
"That's not entirely true."
"No?"
"We got a name. Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us."
"You're crazy. Absolutely not."
"We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?"
"Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face to face?"
"You got a better idea?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I followed some demons to town, right?"
"Okay."
"So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something." The waitress reappeared with two plates of pie. She set them on the table. "Thanks." She then sat down at the end of the table. Dean looked at her, smirking.
"You angling for a tip?"
"I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us." She said. Her eyes went demon-black for a moment; a uniformed man by the counter and a cook behind the counter also showed the demon-black; the uniformed man went to the door, locked it, and stood in front of it. Her eyes went back to normal. "Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck."
"That's me." Dean said.
"So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?"
"I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out."
"Right. You don't."
"No. I don't."
"Lying's a sin, you know."
"I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo..."
"Mind your tone with me, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself." Sam, who had been staring daggers at her through this exchange, shifted as if to attack. Dean held a hand up and Sam stopped, settled back into his seat.
"No, you won't."
"No?"
"No. Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose."
"I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs." Dean leans forward, a challenge in his eyes. He threw a right hook at her, which she took. He threw another. She still did nothing but glared at them, looking more and more nervous.
"That's what I thought. Let's go, Sam." They stood, and the demon sat there, fuming. Dean pulled a roll of cash out of his pocket and carefully peeled off a ten dollar bill. He held it up and dropped it on the table like an insult. "For the pie."
Sam and Dean stalked out of the diner and across the street, tense and quick.
"Holy crap, that was close." Dean said.
"We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Dean?" Sam asked.
"Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us" Dean said,
"I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately." Sam said.
"Not anymore – the smarter brother's back in town."
"Dean, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous."
"They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time."
ASTORIA MOTEL – NIGHT
Dena was dozing on the couch with a large book open in his lap. Sam snuck out, checking to make sure Dean didn't wake. He got in the Impala and drove away.
As Dean dozed, the television flicked on to the now-familiar static, and the radio started whining as well. It woke Dean, who rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and rolled quickly to grab a shotgun lying by the bed. He looked around cautiously, glanced at Sam's bed and saw that it was empty. He grimaced. The painfully high-pitched noise began again, and he grabbed his right ear, keeping the weapon up in his left hand. A mirror on the ceiling shattered and rained broken glass down on him. He crumpled to the ground, clutching both ears as all the glass in the room shattered explosively. He screamed. Bobby burst into the room as more glass shattered.
"Dean!"
Bobby drove his car as Dean, in the passenger's seat, wiped blood from his face.
"How you doin', kid?"
"Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy." Dean pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.
JOHNNY MAC'S DINER – NIGHT
Sam was in the Impala staking out the diner full of demons. His cell phone rang; he answered it.
"Hey." He said.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked
"Couldn't sleep, went to get a burger."
"In my car?"
"Force of habit, sorry. What are you doing up?"
"Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer." Bobby looked at Dean shocked but Dean held up a finger.
"All right, well, uh, spill some for me, huh?" Sam said.
"Done. Catch you later" Dean said and they hung up.
"Why the hell didn't you tell him?" Bobby asked
"Because he just tried to stop us."
"From what?
"Summoning this thing." Bobby looked at Dean, again, shocked, "It's time we faced it head-on."
"You can't be serious!"
"As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby."
"Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything."
"That's why we've got to be ready for anything." Dean pulled Ruby's demon killing knife. "We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk..."
"This is a bad idea." Bobby said.
"Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?"
'We could choose life."
"Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand."
"Dean, we could use Sam on this."
"Nah, he's better off where he is."
JOHNNY MAC'S DINER – NIGHT
Sam snuck into the darkened diner and slipped his lock-picking tools into his shirt pocket. A song was playing on the jukebox. Sam snuck in quietly, saw the cook from earlier face-down on the floor, his hands bloody. Sam crouched and turned the man over; he was dead, his eyes burned out and drying blood caked on his cheeks. Sam stood.
A figure tackled him from behind – it was the demon waitress. They traded blows for a few moments until Sam shoved her away. She too had empty, burned out eye sockets and blood trickling down her face. She looked both terrifying and terrified.
"Your eyes." Sam said.
"I can still smell your soul a mile away."
"It was here. You saw it."
"I saw it." She said, sobbed.
"What was it?"
"It's the end. We're dead. We're all dead."
"What did you see?" Sam asked insisting.
"Go to hell."
"Funny. I was going to say the same thing to you." Sam stepped back, planted his feet, and shut his eyes in concentration. He extended his right hand towards the demon. She heaved and began to vomit black smoke into her hand; in seconds, the waitress had collapsed to the floor as the demon was sucked down into the Pit. Sam opened his eyes and crossed to the woman on the floor. He checked her pulse, sighs in disappointment.
"Damn it." The kitchen door opened and a woman came out. He looked up, apparently not surprised to see her. It was the hot young woman from the motel.
"Getting pretty slick there, Sam. Better all the time." She said. Sam stood and they shared a smoldering look. He looked down at the corpse at his feet, his face falling.
"What the hell is going on around here, Ruby?"
"I wish I knew." Ruby said.
"We were thinking some high level demon pulled Dean out."
"No way. Sam, human souls don't just walk out of Hell and back into their bodies easy. The sky bleeds, the ground quakes. It's cosmic. No demon can swing that. Not Lilith, not anybody."
"Then what can?"
"Nothing I've ever seen before."
WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
Bobby drew a symbol with white spray paint on the cement floor. The entire floor, walls, and ceiling of the empty rectangular warehouse are covered in similar images.
"That's a hell of an art project you've got going there." Dean said at a table, setting up equipment.
"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doin?" Bobby said.
"Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of."
"This is still a bad idea."
"Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?" Bobby nodded reluctantly. He went over to another desk, took a pinch of some powder from a bowl, and sprinkled it into a larger bowl, which began to smoke. He chanted in Latin.
JOHHNY MAC'S DINER – NIGHT
Ruby and Sam were seated across from each other at a small table.
"So. Million dollar question, are you going to tell Dean about what we're doing?" Ruby asked.
"Yeah, I just gotta figure out the right way to say it." Ruby gave him a look. "Look, I just need time, okay? That's all."
"Sam, he's going to find out, and if it's not from you he's going to be pissed."
"He's going to be pissed anyway. I mean, he's so hardheaded about this psychic stuff he'll just try and stop me."
"Look. Maybe I'll just take a step back for a while."
"Ruby, you..."
"I mean, I'm not exactly in your brother's fanclub. But he is your brother, and I'm not going to come between you."
"I don't know if what I'm doing is right. Hell, I don't even know if I trust you."
"Thanks."
"But what I do know is that I'm saving people. And stopping demons. And that feels good. I want to keep going."
WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
Dean and Bobby were seated on tables, swinging their legs and looking bored.
"You sure you did the ritual right?" Bobby gave him a look. "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?" As if on cue, a loud rattling shook the roof. Dean and Bobby armed themselves with shotguns and took positions at the far end of the warehouse. "Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind." The door burst open and a handsome man in a business suit and trenchcoat stalked in, it was Castiel.
The light bulbs above his head shattered in a shower of sparks as he passed them. As he approached, Dean and Bobby both open fired, but the shots did not even slow him down. Dean took the magic knife as Castiel got close.
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."
"Yeah. Thanks for that." Dean reared back and plunged the magic knife into Castiel's chest. Castiel looked down, unconcerned, and pulled it out and dropped it to the floor. Behind him, Bobby attacked; without looking, Castiel grabbed Bobby's weapon and used it to swing him around. Castiel touched Bobby on the forehead with fingertips and Bobby crumpled to the ground.
"We need to talk, Dean. Alone."
Dean crouched over Bobby, checking his pulse. He glared at Castiel.
"Your friend's alive."
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
"Castiel."
"Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?"
"I'm an Angel of the Lord."
"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing."
'This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith." Lightning flashed, and on Castiel's back great shadowy wings appeared, stretching off into the distance. The light went out and the image disappeared.
"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes."
"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that."
"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" Castiel nodded. "Buddy, next time, lower the volume."
"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong."
"And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?"
"This? This is... a vessel."
"You're possessing some poor bastard?"
"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."
"Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?"
"I told you." Castiel said frowning.
"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"
"Good things do happen, Dean."
"Not in my experience."
"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?"
"Why'd you do it?"
"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."
Start of the fourth book. YAY finally I get to write with Cas in it! Sabrina/Aya won't come in until the next chapter and I'm going to skip an episode or two (most likely 3 and 4 so the third chapter will be Monster Movie ya know the black and white one.) OR I'll have Sabirna/Aya come in the start of the third chp… yeah I'm doing that.
SO Sabrina and Aya are coming in the 3rd chapter.
ALSO someone help me think of a better name than Bloody Wings X.x