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First try at Supernatural fic. Rate and Review!
Rated T for Language and I mean, this is the 21st Century, no one cares if there's violence in a story or movie or something anymore.
I doubt the rating will change. I don't plan on having any smut stuff or anything like that.
"Dean, get out of here!" Castiel screamed, a trickle of blood running down the side of his face.
"I'm not leaving you here, Cas!" Dean yelled back. "Over a hundred angels are coming to kill you! You need me, Cas! You can't do this on your own!"
The lights started flickering and Castiel stared at Dean.
"Leave now, Dean! This isn't your battle to fight! This is mine!" Castiel said behind his back as he drew his angel blade.
"We're in this together, Cas!" Dean yelled, grabbing Castiel's shoulder and turning him towards him. "We're in this together."
Castiel glowered at Dean. "You won't survive."
"Like you stand a chance!" Dean defended.
"Maybe I don't, but I'm not afraid to die, Dean. I deserve it." Sweat dripped from Castiel's brow.
"Don't you ever say that, Cas! Don't you ever!" Dean yelled, grabbing Castiel's shoulders and shaking him.
An angel appeared near the other wall of the room.
"They're here." Castiel said, his breath heavy. Castiel quickly put his fingers to Dean's head and flashed him somewhere. He didn't really concentrate on where, but at least it was somewhere away from here.
"I did my duty. I did my duty." Castiel quietly said, standing straight, trying to look unafraid.
A group of angels backed him against the wall, their angel blades drawn.
"Castiel. Nice to see you again."
"Hannael." Castiel muttered.
"You remember me." The angel said leaning her face in close to his.
"You don't have to do this." Castiel said, in a wary attempt to reason.
"I'm afraid I do, Castiel." Hannael said, gently running the tip of the blade down the side of Castiel's face. "I'm sorry."
Hannael pressed the blade up against Castiel's throat, his eyes flickering with fear, holding back an ocean.
"Goodbye, Castiel." She said softly into his ear.
Dean rubbed his head as he examined his surroundings.
"Dammit, Cas." He said towards the sky.
Dean walked down the road until he came to the outskirts of a small town. He walked about a mile before coming to a single story building. A neon sign flashed on the outside. Dean stepped back to read it. He smiled as he realized what the building was – Hazel's Tavern.
"Never mind, Cas." Dean said as he saw a busty lady cleaning the counter of the bar.
"What can I do you for?" she asked Dean as he walked in.
"Free." Dean said with a wink.
"Excuse me?" the bartender said, taken aback.
"I'll just a have a beer." Dean said.
"That's what I thought." The bartender said turning her back as she began brewing.
Dean spied a small bit of black peeking out from her shirt.
"What'd you get on your back?" Dean asked her.
"You mean my tattoo?" She asked, using her spare hand to tug her shirt down a little.
Dean's eyes widened as he saw the tattoo. It was an all too familiar tattoo – an anti-possession symbol.
"Well that's weird, 'cause I got one just like it." He said, unbuttoning his top two buttons and pulling his shirt to the side, revealing his tattoo.
"Don't see too many hunters in this part of the country. What brings you here?"
Dean smirked. "Let's just say my friend's an ass, and the next time I see that son of a bitch, I don't know if I should slap him or kiss him." Dean joked, but hidden behind his laughter was a nagging voice saying, "You won't see him again. He's long dead by now.", but Dean brushed that to the side.
"Well, is he attractive?" The bartender asked.
"Depends on how drunk you are." Dean said laughing.
"Then I'd go with slap him." The bartender replied laughing. "Didn't catch your name."
"Dean. My name's Dean Winchester."
The bartender's face went white.
"You mean Dean Winchester as in Sam and Dean Winchester? As in sons of John Winchester?" The bartender asked.
"That's me." Dean said bittersweet.
"I've got a son named Dean." The bartender commented.
"Well, it's a great name." Dean replied with a wink.
"Are the stories true?" The bartender asked as Dean took another sip from his drink.
"Depends. Which ones?" Dean asked, interested in hunter lore.
"Well, hunters come through here occasionally and more than one has spoken of such outrageous unbelievable feats. They say that an angel brought you back from hell, under God's order. They also say that you and your brother brought on, and then stopped the apocalypse. And the most unbelievable one – people say you've met God."
Dean laughed. "Well. An angel did bring me back from hell…and Sam and I did let Lucifer out of the cage, then shut him back in. The part about God's kind of complicated. Let's just say we met an impersonator, who ended up getting himself killed three times." Dean said.
The bartender stood blank faced. "Well I'll be damned. I'm Hazel by the way. Hazel Bishop."
Dean almost spit out his drink.
"Why does that name sound familiar?" Dean muttered.
"Bishop, Bishop, Bishop…" Dean continued under his breath.
He froze as he recalled the time he ran into a hunter at a bar and they had too many drinks. He woke up in her bed and ran out before she woke.
"Oh, shit." Dean said.
"What is it?" Hazel asked. "Don't just sit there, now. Why is my name so familiar, Winchester?"
"You'll remember soon enough." Dean said, and through a few dollars on the counter as he ran out.
"Winchester!" she called from behind him.
A few minutes after he dashed out the door, she turned the tip on the counter. On a piece of napkin, she saw Dean had scribbled the year 2001. She pulled her wallet from her purse and pulled out a picture. It was a picture of her 12 years ago holding a newborn baby in the hospital. On the back a date was written. November 23rd 2001. She rummaged for another picture and pulled out a picture of her now 12-year-old son.
"No." she said.
"No. No. No." she said increasing in volume.
"Shit no!" she screamed as she held the picture up towards the empty door.
After making sure he was long gone, Dean sat on a bench and flipped open his phone.
"Hey Sammy. Can you come get me?" Dean asked into the phone.
"Dean. It is 2 AM in the morning. I thought you were with Cas anyways?" Sam responded.
"Things changed."
Dean heard Sam sigh heavily over the phone and then yawn.
"Fine. Where in the hell are you then?" Sam asked.
"Well I'm just inside a town called Astoria. It's in Oregon."
"Couldn't you have been somewhere that's a little closer. And not maybe, on the whole other side of the country? I am in Virginia, Dean. Virginia."
"Hey, if I had my choice I'd be kicking some angel ass with Cas in an abandoned warehouse, not meeting up with pub owners and ex-lovers." Dean defended himself.
"Dean. Like no one lives there. I looked it up. Not even 10,000 people live there and only around 2,500 adults are under 40." Sam said disgusted.
"You know me, Sammy. I get around."
"You are sick, Dean. Do you hear me? Sick." Sam said.
"I'll call you when I get to Oregon." Sam continued.
Dean flipped his phone shut.
He checked into a hotel and climbed into bed, making sure his phone was on high just in case Cas called.
AN: Well this was different than my usual stuff. I know there was a lot of dialogue in here, but normally I don't use this much dialogue. I don't really plan to do anything more about Hazel, I just thought that was an interesting intro to the story.
Future Plans: Around Chapters 3 & 4 I plan for some Destiel. :3 Hopefully, I can get some good action in there.
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