Ramiel
By Wolfa Moon
DISCLAIMER: I know this is not one of my best writings. I will do better in the later chapters if anyone notices or pays attention. But this is response into finding out that Erik Kripe has no intention of doing a season 6. This is my idea on how to get it to run for that 6th season. O/C added.
Ramiel
The day was too long. Dean and Sam just wanted to rest after the job. Things though never go, as they want it too. Sam had just tossed his bag on his bed while Dean just collapsed. Arm over his eyes. A sigh escaping his lips. Sam stared at his brother before pulling out his toiletry kit. Turning to the bathroom a rush of wings entered the room. Sam stood stock still at the new arrival. Dean didn't move, just grunted.
"Dammit man it's been a long day. We need to rest. Human stuff."
"Castiel?" Sam's voice sounded of concerned. Cas looked out of breath, as if he has been flying for all his worth. Dean sat up and looked at the angel. Dean didn't
Like the body language radiating off his friend. Castiel seemed on edge. His eyes darting around the room frantically.
"What's up?"
"It's not safe here. Zachariah is coming. He is going to take Michael's Vessel, by force." Dean shot up and began to get the oil from his bag. Sam tossed his kit onto the bed and picked up a gun. He knew it would have no effect but it would buy some time. Staring back at the angel who was bouncing with energy, or something else.
"He can't do that." Sam protested. As he grabbed another gun out of his bag.
"I won't say yes." Dean stood his ground right beside Castiel. All knowing he would never say yes. Cas could only nod at the conviction he heard in Dean's voice but he quickly turned his head to the side. "How much time?" Cas looked to the door the only open area left in the small hotel room.
"We don't have any." wind breezed through the room whipping their hair, cloths and swaying the lights. Sam and Dean moved to stand side by side between the two beds. Castiel stepping forward in front of the brothers. He would try to shield them as nest as he could. Zachariah smiled at the scene before him. He stood flanked by two other angels. The smile remained on his face but appeared more as a sneer.
"Oh, don't stand so brave. You know why we're here." Zach took a step toward them and held out his arms. "You just have to say the word and no one will be hurt." His eyes glared into Castiel and Sam. Dean knew that he would use them to get to him. And he knew that they wouldn't want him to say yes. And they would die before letting that happen.
"Ain't gonna happen." Dean protested stepping side by side Castiel.
"And are you gonna stop us. I doubt that." Zach began to raise a hand but Castiel advanced toward the threat. He had given up so much. And this was like every other battle. . Zach redirected his harm to the new threat. Castiel was flung across the room hitting the ceiling and hanging lamp then landed hard and breaking Sam's bed. The brothers looked to where their angel fell not moving like they know him to. Knowing they couldn't do anything to help him at the moment they turned to the threat.
"Now where was I?" Zach raised his hand again. Aiming his hand toward the brothers. "Oh yes." Sam tried to take a step in front of his brother the only last defense he could think off. But also with him out of he way no Lucifer suit. Light flashed and blared through the room blinding everyone. All present covering their eyes from the light. When the light died down a woman stood before them. She was in a slack suite that had seen better days and her hair was all esque. And shoes what shoes. They all stared stunned at the new arrival. Dean pulled Sam back beside him. Something inside him telling him the tables had turned. Zach stepped forward toward the new arrival. She tilted her head as he approached her. Anger radiated on Zachariah's face.
"How dare you interrupt this ministration?" Zach began to raise his hand toward her. She simply tilted her head the other way a smile appeared on her lips. Looking confused from his hand then to the new arrival. Staring in wonder, as his powers had no effect on the woman. He took a step back. "Who are you?" she straightened her body focusing on the man in front of her.
"Do you not recognize me brother?" Zach lowered his hand and his whole stance went ridged. Recognition appearing then and stammering over his next words.
"What…. What are you doing here?" She moved to stand in front of Dean, Sam and Castiel.
"I was needed. You should leave here." Zach took a relaxing pose. Not letting what bugged him earlier affect his position know.
"I will once I take him to Michael." She took a stance that made Zach think twice about what he just said.
"I will not tell you again." she looked to the only other angel who seemed on her side. Dean watched her face look saddened but pure concentration. She turned to face the other angels and stood ready fro battle. Zach began to raise his hand again along with the others who accompanied him. Thinking a united front could hurt the new arrival. She spoke but not turning from her threat. "Dean," She addressed. "Cover Castiel." the room became thick with energy. Shacking. Dean didn't move stunned to the spot. "Dean." Her voice sterner, giving an order in the single word again. Dean went over and covered Castiel. "Close you eyes." Dean followed her orders without hesitation this time. He remained covering Cas, lowering his head to hide behind Cas' back. Sam stood stunned. Recovering quickly he covered his eyes. The woman raised her arms up. Light and heat filled the room again. Her power shunning all the angels from the room. Zach and the two others were gone. Cas fell limply to the bed. Opening his eyes he saw that Castiel's were closed.
"Cas?" alarm filled Dean's voice. He sat up and looked down at the unconscious form on the bed. Sam came over at his brother's alarm.
"Is he okay?" The woman walked over to the bed and sat down. Dean watched her wearily. Puling the dagger from his belt.
"If I wanted to harm him I would have sent him away with the others." she rested a hand on Castiel. Sam stepped closer.
"Who are you?" Sam asked. She lifted her hand from Cas to examine her new appendage. Castiel turned over and blinked his eyes up at her.
"Ramiel." Cas stood up straighter getting to his feet, swaying a little. She gave him a slight smile.
"Ramiel? What the hell kind of name is that?" Dean vocalized pissed at the new arrival even though she had saved them. Castiel glared at him then looked to the woman.
"She is an…" he began but was cut off by Sam.
"Archangel." Sam came over with a book in hand. "Ramiel, means 'thunder of God'. Is the angel of hope, and he is credited with two tasks: he is responsible for divine visions, and he guides the souls of the faithful into Heaven. Is described as "one of the holy angels whom God has set over those who rise" from the dead." She looked at him. Sam looked back and smiled. Dean narrowed his eyes on the girl then to the book in his brothers hands.
"Where the hell did you get that book?" Dean looking at the worn book in his brothers hand. Sam shrugged innocently and closed the book.
"Library." He looked to the woman. Dean huffed and smirked.
"It says you're a Guy." he tilted his head to gaze and registered the figure before him. Castiel watched the interaction with interest but a hint of concern.
"There are no sexes up in heaven." She looked around the room in front of here. Castiel stood in front of her. His head slightly tilted and bowed.
"Why are you here?" She matched his gaze.
"Michael has sent me to remind certain angels of their place." then her eyes glanced over Dean. "And also to make sure his vessel is safe."
"Well tell him I ain't saying yes any time soon." a smile graced her face.
"He knows this and honors your wishes. He does not want to force anything upon you. He is proud of you. He is honored that someday you will be with him." Dean stares at her shocked. Sam looks from the book to her. Castiel steps forward.
"What are my orders?" She looked at him. The brothers watched the interaction. She raised a hand and lays it on his shoulder. Cas shuddered under the touch. Her power affecting him. Dean took a defensive stance. He was concerned that she would take him away.
"You have the orders already." he bowed his head. Sam notices a tattoo on the vessels wrist. Reaching without thinking he grabbed the appendage turning it over he spotted a pentagram tattoo. Specifically, the supernatural tattoo.
"Is she a fan or is she a witch?"
"My vessel is Wicca."
"They can be vessels too." Sam said in shock.
"It is all in faith. She is a righteous person. Always doing what she believed the higher power wanted her to. We do not judge on whose image you believe only that you have faith." she tilted her head. "Would you deny a Buddest monk who holds life so dear he secludes himself so not to harm a blade of grass. It is faith. Her faith was pure on her path. She is devote and worthy of such high distinguish." Dean stepped up to her.
"So is her vessel going to end up like Raphael's?"
"So this is where he has been hiding." she looks down as if calculating the new information.
"You didn't know?" Sam looked between the two angels. They didn't share information. No wonder they were losing the war.
"He has been rather recluse."
"About your vessel?" Dean was harsh with his words. He didn't care much about the past he was concerned about the present. The form standing before him.
"She was nearly dead. I would not have come otherwise in a vessel." Sam skimmed through his book. All references of the archangels were he is this he is that. Sam stared at the archangel before him.
"I thought all archangels where male?"
"Why would you think that? Women are fighters just like males. But as I verified earlier we have no sex up there. We have names and duties." Dean looked to Castiel then to her. Thinking no wonder they were such tight assed. No cloud seeding.
"What happened to Cas when you did your thing?" Castiel looked between the brothers then to her. Dean gave a quick glance to Cas but focused all his energy on the woman. Cas could not believe they where reacting this way toward her. Yes she is archangel but she had helped them.
"I was using my powers for the first time in this body. I did not wish to be harmful to him as I was to the others. That is why I requested you cover him. I did not want to exorcise him from this place. "
"Which I thank you." Castiel stood over to more stand by her side. Taking a place among his kind. Among someone who was of power. For he was a soldier and took orders. And she was a commander. Dean watched as Castiel moved more toward her. She looked to him as he moved. She nodded at his placement but she preferred him the soldier he is. Following his faith. Looking him in the eyes.
"Sorry I did not mean to harm you." Castiel nodded to her apology and accepted, if she had not come he was unsure of how they would have won. Dean was getting frustrated he wanted answers and wanted to know why an archangel hade defended them.
"So why are you really here?"
"To help, to protect, to do my duty." Dean stepped closer into her space.
"And that is?" Castiel stepped forward blocking Dean.
"She is the bearer of instruction. Messenger of the divine." Dean looked from Cas' deep blues to the girls golden hazel.
"You mean you gave Chuck his visions?" she tilted her head as if to think on the piece of information given to her then stared back into Dean's bold eyes.
"I was not in charge of him but I did have an oversight in it."
"Yeah that's a big job." Dean spoke sarcastically, sitting down on his bed. It was a really long day.
"It is." she looked over Castiel again. "It is good that you were unharmed. We have been trying to keep an eye on you. And like you we are at odds with our kin."
"Won't Michael do anything to stop this?" Sam stated as he skimmed through the book and sat on his bed. Her eyes roamed over the room as she spoke.
"He can not walk the earth. Up there though he is very busy guarding the gate. Which has become rather a full time job." Dean leaned back on his bed trying to ignore them. Maybe she would go away then. Not moving from his spot he spoke.
"So you descended to what, help the battle on earth?"
"I did not wish to depart from his side. But I had orders to protect the resurrected." Dean rubbed his hand from where Castiel pulled him from hell. Cas watched the movement and clenched his hand.
"Me," Dean huffed.
"Yes." Ramiel turned to Castiel. "We need to depart." Cas nodded but Dean stood quickly from the bed.
"Whoa, whoa. Where are you two going?" the two stopped whatever action they were about to take.
"We need to begin closing the locks, again." Sam stared at them in shock.
"You can do that? Lock him up again. "
"Yes and you are also coming." Sam stares at Dean as if wondering what direction they should go. To ignore this or fight to the last man.
"Who volunteered us?" Dean was getting pissed off at being ordered. Especially by angels.
"Fate has." She stated as if fact.
"And if we don't go?" she tilted her head. Dean mocked her back, tilting his head.
"Then I hope you liked the future Zachariah showed you. For that will come to pass." Dean closed his eyes remembering what he saw and learned. He didn't want them to pass. His eyes glazed over Cas, seeing the lost, drugged ex-angel, then to his brother, the vessel of Lucifer. Shaking the image he began to pack his belongings.
"Wait how do we close all 66 seals?" Sam watched his brother pack.
"We are not closing seals. We are closing locks." She watched Dean movements as well. Finishing with his bag he zipped it up and headed to his brothers things.
"And this will trap Lucifer back in hell?" Sam watched as Dean ran around the room. Whatever he must have seen sure did kick his ass in gear.
"It did in the beginning."
"Will it work again?" Sam stared at her as Dean moved around him collecting their items.
"We can try." Dean stands beside his brother gathering the duffels in each hand. Tossing one to Sam he heads outside into the dark to the Impala. No way did he want to travel Angel Air. Sam quickly followed tossing his bag to Dean. After loading the duffels he stared as the angels came out to join them. Castiel stood back as the new angel walked across the pavement. Her bare feet not noticing the cold as she walked into the night. Dean watched as she took in the sensations of the vessel. Especially the wind. The air whipped around her and she seemed to glow. Sam smacked him for staring, and for guessing what his brother was thinking.
"Dude." Dean closed the trunk. She stepped forward and ran her hands over the hood of the Impala. Dean stared and Sam smacked him again. Castiel stepped closer to her watching the interaction between the brothers.
"So where do we start?" Dean leaned himself over the roof of the Impala to look at the angels. Not looking up from her ministrations on the roof, she spoke.
"You call it Havre, Montana." Sam watched her as she traced patters onto the roof. Castiel stood next to her mimicking her motions. Sam tilted his head and wondered if they were warding the car.
"So how many locks are there?" Sam asked. Dean jangled the keys in his hand. Signaling that they are ready to go.
"Nine." she didn't look up from her work.
"Nine." Dean huffed. Looking in disbelief. "You're telling me it took 66 broken seals to let him out but only nine to lock him back up." She looked up at the distraught voice and the accusation. But she did not see it as that. She took it as misbelief. No faith.
"Yes." she confirmed her mission again with that one single word. Dean glared at Cas.
"Why didn't you know about this?" Castiel stared at him at the accusation.
"I was not informed." Ramiel was getting tired of this runaround and accusation. Looking over her fellow angel.
"You wouldn't. Only a few know of this. Michael and Gabriel the other two."
"Cause you locked them in the first place?" Sam deducted and asked. She nodded.
"I was not there at the time, but the information was bestowed upon me. To protect in case the seals were ever broken. That was my duty at the time." Dean looked to Sam as he asked his twenty questions. Standing around the impala as if organizing a defense. In reality they were gathering intel because you needed knowledge to win.
"You made the seals?" She nodded to answer the next question. That was twenty right, Dean thought.
"Good we can learn history on the way." Dean opened the car door. "Let's go." Sam came over to the passenger side and opened the back door. She looked from Sam then Castiel.
"We are not flying?" Dean snorted and got in. Castiel informed her.
"Dean doesn't like it. He notified me he did not poop for a week when I last did it. The car is his mode of transportation." she nodded but stared at the open door. Sam looked at Castiel for help in teaching the archangel the ways of human. Castiel entered the door and scooted over to sit behind Dean. She understood and got in.
"Thank you." Sam smiled to her and closed the door. Standing shocked, the boy with the demon blood, being thanked by an angel.
"Are we going?" Dean was agitated. Sam looked to the sky then proceeded to get in the car.
Engine revved, they made their way to Havre, Montana.
TBC…