A discussion on tumblr about Leviathan!Cas and Leviathan!Deans each little turns of unspeakable evils in front of security cameras. Someone prompted;
"Oh god now I just got this fic idea where Dean and Cas are both psychotic criminals from opposite ends of the country and they are basically tearing up shit to show off for each other and are flirting with each other through being psychotic and through committing crimes and they fall in love like that, And it's lots of angry psychotic kinky sex and just what is wrong with my mind."
I liked the idea myself and thought I'd go with it. Didn't get as far as I'd have hoped just yet but I intend to work on it when I have more time later. Wanted to submit as is or else I never will knowing me. I hope you guys like. The title is terrible. I'm sorry. Unbetaed. If I've made mistakes and likely I have, please just point them out to me and I'll be happy to sort things out. Reviews and ideas are more than welcome. This is a work in progress after all and I hope to give the fans something they want, so got an idea please put it forward.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sniff.
The Bloody Battle
"I'm not just cool with this dude."
Dean sighed. The last thing he needed right now was Sam being a baby over a few little details. Ok so there were some risks to the job, a few uncertainties. Normally the brothers would scope a place out for a good few months before they robbed it. They would work out the shifts of all the staff members, usually right down to where they could tell exactly when Security Guard #1 would be heading out for a sneaky cigarette. Or when Teller #3 would dash off for an extended 'bathroom break' to have an argument with her boyfriend on her cell. They knew that the getting away part was more important than the actual stealing money, paintings, jewel, whatever took their fancy, because what good is a bag full of cash if you get caught on the way out? So they planned it and they planned it well. This job though, Dean was quick to get over with because his goal had changed.
"I mean, come on Dean. We've hardly been watching this place. This has got a feel like Milwaukee did, and we barely made it out of that bank alive!" Sam was throwing his arms about in a dramatic fashion and pacing the small motel room they had acquired for the evening.
"But we DID make it out of there Sammy. We got the run on that Henriksen, hell when we screwed up in Arkansas and got landed in jail we still came out on top. Just trust me, it'll work." He watched his brother's reaction carefully and knew that Sam wasn't satisfied. His big giant of a brother opened his mouth ready to argue further but Dean thought it best to cut him off first.
"Look ok, I know this sounds crazy Sam and that I'm rushing it. But we got to do this for our pride man!" He begged Sam to understand with his eyes, he didn't think he could quite explain in words why it was so important, not to Sam anyway.
"I just don't get why you're so riled up by this Angel guy Dean." Sam asks with a bitchy look on his face.
Dean clenches his jaw tightly before answering.
"I'm not RILED up by him Sam, but he is totally mocking us. He's been on our turf before and the guy moves fucking fast. He got that bank in Minnesota then for kicks wasted that campaign office full of people like just an hour after the robbery. While the cops were just a few blocks away scratching their heads at the bank. That takes some balls."
"Yeah Dean, it does take balls sure, but it also takes insanity, and I'm not too keen on having a crazy guy on our case when we already got to deal with having the cops and FBI chasing us."
"But we're not number 1 on their list anymore Sammy. That fricking Angel guy is. He is totally mocking us!"
"Does being number 1 on the FBI's Most Wanted list really matter Dean?" His brother said with an exasperated sigh before he sat his ass down on one of the cheap beds.
Dean swallowed. How could he answer this one? Ok, the list wasn't important, it was just this damn guy. He was taunting Dean. The videos 'The Angel' recorded as he robbed and killed, they weren't just mocking the police, no they were mocking Dean and his brother too. Mocking their slow approach, their careful planning and their months of hiding after any job. But this guy, he just went for it. Killed anyone that got in his way without blinking, got his goods then killed the rest for the sheer fun of it. He was cold, ruthless, calculating and somewhat impressive if Dean was being honest with himself and now he wanted to show the guy just what he and his brother were capable of.
"Look Sam, I'll do most of the shooting ok. Any blood will be on my hands, not yours. Fuck the money, we don't need it right now. We'll just get in, you bolt the doors then we take the people down to the vault and just fire up. We know what time that little bald guard goes on his lunch break. He's gone for like an hour and they don't have anyone else outside the bank then guarding. And if he doesn't have his break or another guard shows up for the shift then we'll just wait another day. It'll be totally cool bro."
He hopes the sappy crap works on his brother, he was sure it would when he sees Sam's eyes soften a bit and his frown ease up. He needs his brother on this with him. They are stronger together and Sam's careful ways have saved him more times than he cares to remember.
"Alright Dean, but after this, we go straight back to Whitefish, hide out in the cabin for a while. I'm not gonna let us get caught on this stupid job."
Now would have been the time to mention to Sam that after this spree in Jericho he has plans for more if The Angel starts up again too. He guesses he'll just have to inform Sam of that afterwards. Right now he had some pie to eat and some blueprints to look over.
The 'robbery' in Jericho went as well as it could.
Dean did his usual thing. Chat up some clueless little thing at the desk, make sure Sam had the door locked, whip out his weapon, (not that kind of weapon), shoot up the ceiling a bit then let Sam do the talking as he was actually better at keeping the people in line. Something to do with Sam's height Dean guesses.
What followed next was a bit different.
They don't usually take the hostages into the vault. Too many things can go wrong there. Normally Sam will crowd control in the main area keeping the hostage's quiet and unmoving while Dean gets himself to the vault, taking out anyone who gets in his way. Then he'd load up on the money and head back to Sam, killing anyone else who tries to be a hero on his way back up. The less hostages the better.
Today though, they had to take that trip down to the vault with all the hostages and it was like trying to herd cattle. Never again Dean tells himself. He doesn't think it's worth the hassle of the crying and whimpering and pleading. If he has to hear another middle aged housewife cry about her babies then he's just going to tear her throat out with his bare hands.
By the time he pushes the last one, Megan (if he recalls) into the vault he's actually looking forward to this and a quick glance at Sam tells him that his brother is too.
Spotting the little security camera above the vault, he thinks of The Angel and of the video at the Michelle Walker office, the evil smirk the guy had sent the camera right before he butchered all those people, of the grin Dean feels was meant for him only. Dean thinks of that as he sends this camera a little wink, a tiny smirk of his own trying to find its way onto his lips, then he continues to think of The Angel as he and Sam open fire.
The sky is black as Dean drives them both to Whitefish. He thinks rather sadly that they may have to ditch the Impala for a while. Certainly if they do go ahead with his plans for more killing sprees they can't risk getting caught now, not when the game has only just began.
He smiles to himself.
Well, technically it hasn't really began but he knows The Angel will play. It's what they've both been waiting for, Dean can just feel it.
He glances over to Sam who's sleeping like a baby, head against the window, mouth open expelling small puffs of air against the glass. It's quite endearing really, killing always seems to make Sam sleep well and right now he's sleeping like he hasn't a care in the world, like he didn't just help his brother kill about 20 people just so they could get the attention of another killer.
He supposes it helps that Sam is quite the Schizo really. They have dubbed Sam's alter ego as Lucifer, which they both thought was quite fitting seeing how murderous that personality was. Seems that Sam lets Lucifer out to play more and more, which Dean is ok with right now. He needs that deadly guy on his side if he's to win this battle with The Angel.
And just like that he is back to thinking about The Angel. He wishes he knew the guys name, which is the place where The Angel has them at an advantage. Everyone knows the Winchester brothers, at least everyone in the law enforcement does and those wacky teenage girls who become obsessed with them and make fansites. Oh he's seen them before on Sam's laptop. Really really scary stuff. And The Angel can find out all kinds of information about them online if he wants to. Just has to type their names into Google and it'll read like a fricking Discography, or in their case he thinks a Killography. If The Angels smart, which he is then he can work out what hits Dean and Sam usually go for, what their strengths are, their weaknesses. He can find out and use things against them. God knows the police have been trying to for years but then they ain't exactly smart now.
But The Angel? No one knew who he really was. He's just this guy who seems to never have a record before, appeared to live a clean life before he turned all psycho killer. How he got his name is pretty funny Dean thinks.
There was this little church out in some Hicksville town, and apparently The Angel gatecrashed it, his first reported crime. Got all preachy with the preacher and cut the guys tongue out before making him choke on it, his own damn tongue, and all while the church was still in service. Badass. Everyone was just too scared to stand up to the guy. The news reporters witnessed all the church goers on scene about it afterwards and this one lady, obviously madder than a box of frogs and likely sharing her house with seven thousand cats, just blurted out to the cameras;
"Angel! He was an angel! Sure he done murdered that poor poor man but he spoke of doing it on God's will and he look so calm like a warrior of the Lord. I tell you he was an angel. A wicked one maybe but I knows an angel when I sees one!"
The news channel had ran that name on the evening news when reporting about his crime and it had just stuck, other stations picked up on the name and people on the streets when whispering about him called him that too. Some referred to him as 'The Killing Angel', 'The Evil Angel', 'The Dark Angel', and anything else involving words that basically meant 'You're a very bad man who kills people for pleasure'. Some very religious people refused to call him that though, there had even been several petitions made to try and get the guys alias changed to "The Demon" but it never worked. The world at large knew him as The Angel and nothing else would stick.
Dean liked it. It just seemed to work for the guy. Wherever and whenever he killed, any witnesses to his crimes would mention his seemingly calm composure, how cold-blooded and inhuman he appeared yet with soft blue eyes that looked so trusting, so wholesome. The Angel name just seemed to fit with his personality, especially as his main attacks were on churches or hypocritical religious figures. He killed them with nothing more than a few well spoken words about God and then moved on. That seemed to be his pattern at first, churches and banks and the odd passerby. That was until Minnesota and the campaign office. Until the wild smirk on that camera, and Dean has never wanted to know someone as badly in his life as he does after just one fricking smirk.
The sun is finally creeping across the skyline when he pulls into Whitefish. Almost as if Sam senses their entrance into town the taller brother opens his eyes gingerly and tries to stretch out his massive form in the confined space of the Impala.
"What time is it?" Sam just about manages to get out in between a long yawn.
"Nearly 7am, and I need a few hours sleep when we get to the cabin. Nice of you to let me drive all night Sammy while you dozed away like Sleeping Beauty." He adds sardonically at the end.
Sam just grins at him, or is that Lucifer?
"Anytime Dean."
He snorts to himself. Damn slimy brother of his. He would have made one fine lawyer if he didn't decide to follow in their dad and Dean's life style. Guess it runs in the family really. You know, killing people, stealing things. The family business.
They drive past a row of shops and Dean can't help but look at the latest set of Wanted posters up for The Angel. The whole "Do you know this man? Will give $500,000 for any information that can help find this killer." A small shiver runs down Deans spine when he notices one of the new photosets on a poster is that of the smirk given at the campaign office. Scowling to himself at his stupid reaction he tries to start up another conversation with Sam.
"Notice the cops don't offer up 500k for our heads on a platter." Sam looks over to him briefly then moves his eyes towards the posters that seem to line every shop in the little town.
"I think it's the mystery more than anything. You know? I mean, he just comes out of nowhere and goes on rampages like one after the other and they haven't a clue who he is. Us by comparison? We're dull Dean. Everyone knows our story. Dad gone mad as the papers and police put it after the death of his beloved wife. Raises his boys to fight and steal, then dad dies, killed by the cop who's been chasing him for years. We go and kill that cop and then just keep killing and robbing but keep on the down low to try and not get caught. This guy though? The Angel has no real pattern, no story, he just pulls up into random towns and cities and causes chaos. No one knows what or where he'll hit next. There's no MO, no name, no history. Hell, no one appears to have come forward and just said that they know the guy. It's pretty intriguing stuff."
Dean frowns to himself and shuffles in his seat almost nervously.
"We're not dull Sammy."
Sam just laughs at him and shakes his head as Dean finally pulls the Impala into the driveway leading to their cabin.
The sun is streaming in through the windows when Dean opens his eyes after his little nap. He nudges his face into his pillow and arches his back as gracefully as he can muster on a flea ridden bed before he sits himself up and looks to his brother seated at the kitchen table, biting his nails and watching something intently on his laptop.
"Anything interesting?" He gets out rather dryly. He could do with a good beer.
Sam keeps his eyes on the screen.
"Dude, its barely been a day since we hit up that bank in Jericho and that Angel guy has already upped us." Sam then grabs his laptop from the table and strides over to Dean on the bed. He sits next to him and holds the laptop out for Dean to see. He hits the play button with his massive paw and a little news bulletin starts up with some April O'Neil wannabe doing her best to sound interesting and sad during the report.
"It seems one tragic bank story just wasn't enough today. The people of California are still coming to terms with the horrors that happened yesterday afternoon at the First Bank of Jericho. On the run killers Dean and Sam Winchester opened fire on the defenceless hostages of what appeared at first to be another robbery for the brothers. Later however, the FBI discovered that no money was taken from the bank and according to video evidence the Winchesters never even looked interested in taking anything other than the lives of everyone in that bank. The following scene may cause some distress to viewers."
A clip was shown then of the boys leading the victims to the vault with Deans little winks up at the camera before both of them start firing away shot after shot after shot. Trisha Takanawa or whatever her name is then back on the screen after the little 30 second video.
"It seems not to be outdone by the brothers, the still unknown Angel serial killer has caused heartache this morning in Dallas, Texas when he walked into the cities main bank during the busy Saturday morning period and shot dead every worker, every customer, every child in the building. Again, no money was taken, just every person left dead by the merciless killer before he exited the building and just walked away. Once again, the following scene may cause viewers some distress."
Dean unconsciously edges forward, leaning closer to the screen as a clip starts up showing the black and white front doors of a bank. A man with dark hair in a trench coat strolls towards the doors and then with one hand on the handle he stops walking and looks up to the camera. His neutral expression changes into another grin, almost a leer and he pointedly winks up slowly at the camera. Dean's breath catches in his throat at the simple action and he continues to watch as The Angel then enters the bank. The video stays on the door camera and then suddenly gunshots and screaming are heard and blood starts splattering on the clear glass doors.
The sight of the Lois Lane reporter returns to the screen once again.
"Upsetting scenes and once again the public are left asking, just why haven't the police caught these three murderous men already? I'm Tracey Scott and you're watching Newsfix dot com."
Sam closes the laptop slowly and looks at his brother, waiting for a reaction.
"That wink was for me Sam. He saw the video of us in Jericho, he knew why we killed those people." He utters in a small voice.
"WE Dean? That was your idea remember and I still don't fully understand why we did that, you just asked me to trust me!" Sam argues as he gets up from the bed and returns the laptop to the table.
"Black Water Ridge" Dean says suddenly looking up at his brother.
"Black Water.. What Dean?" Sam places his hands on his hips and gives his best bitch face.
"I mean little brother, we're going to Black Water Ridge. We're going to sleep under the stars and kill us a few campers." Dean can't help smiling at Sam as he speaks now that he has a plan forming in his mind.
Apparently Sam is less than thrilled at the idea. He sighs dramatically.
"Should I even ask why Dean?"
Dean gets up from the bed and walks over to his brother, patting him gently on his massive shoulder and smiling brighter.
"Just trust me Sam."