Hi everybody! First off, I am NOT abandoning the Merlin fic, but this one was bouncing around in my head and making it really hard to write anything else, so I had to get it out. If it gets a good response, then I'll keep it going! If not, then I'll focus on The Fated Few and return to this later. Kept it pretty short since I'm just testing it out on y'all.
Another state, another crappy motel room. Sam was completely unfazed by the obnoxious wallpaper and suspicious stains on the carpet. It's just like the last one they'd stayed in, and is probably just like the next.
"Sam! Did you get my pie?"
Sam rolled his eyes, not at all surprised by his brother's greeting. The only reason he had gone out in the first place was to get Dean some pie, so of course half way back to the motel he realized he had forgotten it. It had been a long day! A 12 hour car ride across several states with Dean acting like a PMSing girl had completely frayed his nerves. So fine, he'd forgotten the pie. What. Ever.
"Yes, I've got your pie, Dean. God, it was like the only thing I had to get!" He harrumphed indignantly, throwing the plastic bag full of impulse buys down on the rickety dresser. Sam's "impulse buys" consisted of beer, cereal, milk, and a couple of porn mags to keep Dean off his case when he was using the laptop. The only things two bachelor hunters needed.
"Well, you've forgotten it before! You're like... you're like... What's that fish's name, from the disney flick?"
"What the hell Dean? Since when do you watch Disney?!" Sam nearly dropped his pie box, he was so surprised. Then he became vaguely disgusted as he considered exactly what Dean might be doing during a kid's film.
"It was like, Ben's favorite movie!" Dean snapped, very much on the defensive, "He watched it all the- Dory! That's the fish, Dory!"
"Right, well, here's your freakin' pie, Nemo," Sam tossed the box at his brother and flopped down onto his bed, snatching the remote from the bedside table and flipping through channels on the rabbit-eared television. He intentionally skipped the porn channels just to annoy Dean, but his brother was too busy inhaling his pie to notice.
"So, what's this job again?" Dean mumbled, spewing sticky crumbs all over his out-dated bed spread.
"Uhm," Sam rolled over and dug around in his duffel bag, producing a crumpled up newspaper clipping with coffee rings over the title.
""7-year-old preacher's daughter attempts to gouge parents' eyes out, claims the devil made her do it," No previous physiological issues, and, get this, they found a massive amount of sulfur under the girl's bed,"
"So... a possession?"
"Looks like," Sam replied. He was turning back to the TV when a soft fluttering noise drew his attention to the doorway. Two smartly dressed men stood looking at them. Sam leapt off the bed, and Dean only had time to look up from his pie when one man stepped forward,
"Sam, Dean. How are you?"
Dean just sat there in stunned silence, until the situation processed and his face turned a startling shade of crimson,
"How are we? How are we? Dammit, Cas, we haven't seen you for months! Where the hell have you been?" Dean looked furious, actually putting down his food and storming over to the angel.
"That's close enough, human," The other angel snapped. Sam had never seen this member of the heavenly host before. He was Oriental, with hair shaved to a buzz cut and a small goatee sprouting on his chin. He dressed much the same as the other angels: business casual in pressed black dress pants and a tucked-in white button up. He was also at least 5 inches shorter than everyone else in the room.
"Who is this guy?" Dean snapped, looking as though a giant spider had just crawled into the room, "He looks like he should be teaching thermonuclear physics, not running around with the God Squad,"
For the second time that evening, Sam arched an eyebrow at his brother, "Do you even know what thermonuclear physics is?"
"Of course I do! It's about studying... physics, and... nuclear stuff," Dean looked completely blank.
"If we could focus," Cas interrupted, looking impatient, "This is not a social visit,"
"Is it ever?" Dean muttered under his breath, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Cas ignored him, "This is Puriel. he- "
"Puriel?" Dean snorted, "Seriously? What is he, the patron saint of virginity?"
"He examines the souls of those sent to heaven after death," Castiel finished, and Sam had to suppress a snigger as Dean's mouth hung open
"I've also been described as "fiery" and "pitiless," if that's of any help to you," the short angel suddenly seemed much more intimidating to the two brothers, especially Sam. There was a gleam in his eyes that made the taller Winchester very nervous.
"Well, nice to meet you, but what do you want?" Dean went and sat back on his bed, looking fed up with this conversation already.
"We want Sam," Puriel said flatly, tilting his head and examining Sam as though he were under a microscope.
"What for? We're both kind of hot commodities right now, we might be busy," Dean pulled out a knife and started cleaning under his fingernails, as though there weren't two extremely powerful angels staring at him as if contemplating setting him on fire.
"Dean, quit," Sam hissed, glaring daggers at his brother. He was just as fed up with the angel's bullshit, but that didn't mean he wasn't still wary of them.
"We do not require both of you. We only have a use for Sam's... special skills,"
"What, hunting? Dean's been doing it longer and better than me, why not him?" Sam was thoroughly confused. Ok, maybe they were pretty evenly matched as hunters, but since when does an angel need a human to take care of the supernatural?
"Aw, thanks Sammy. I didn't know you cared," Dean wiped away a fake tear.
"Not hunting. Your premonitions. Your... abilities tied to the demon blood in your veins," Castiel didn't seem to notice how hard those words hit the brothers. Dean finally stopped cleaning his nails and looked like he was about to take this all seriously, standing up and crossing his arms with a wary look at Sam. Sam's jaw just dropped, and he stood there like an idiot until he figured out how to make his mouth work again.
"But, you're the ones who said to stop using it! You practically threatened to have me killed if I didn't! And anyways, it's gone now. I haven't had a single vision or pulled a demon in like a year!" He couldn't believe that after all the hell he went through, the withdrawal and shame and fear, they were asking him to do it all again. After the yellow-eyed demon, after Ruby. Especially after Ruby. The only thing his abilities had ever done for him was carve a huge rift between him and his brother and free freaking Lucifer from his cage. He had less than no desire to bring those dormant powers back into his life.
"The demon blood is still in you, therefore so is your power," Puriel said harshly, "You have simply buried it away, as you should have done from the very beginning."
"Hey! It's buried now, and you're telling me to dig it back up? No dice!"
At this, Dean stepped in front of his little brother and puffed his chest out, glaring down the two angels.
"We have both been there and done that. It didn't end well. So how bout you two get your asses out of here before I make you,"
"We do not require either of your permission. Sam will help us, one way or another,"
"Please Dean," Castiel, a shadow of his former self flashing in his eyes, "If you'd both cooperate, we can make this as painless as possible for him,"
Dean looked long and hard into Castiel's eyes, trying to find the truth hidden in them. They had been so close once, but that trust was gone, and all he saw was another angel trying to manipulate them. Again.
"The only way to take him is if you take me too," He said finally, tearing his eyes from Castiel and turning the full force of his glare on Puriel.
The angel stared back with an almost hungry look on his face, which quickly morphed into a sly grin,
"As you wish," He said, pressing his fingers hard onto both boys foreheads.
Ok, let me know what you think! Remember, no response, no new chapters. Unless it sucks. Even if it does I still like reviews! Pwetty pwetty pwease?
I got "Puriel" off of wikipedia, so I'm pretty dubious as to his true function in heaven, or if he's even actually an angel, but the name was funny so I went with it!