I am going to try and make this story carry on for awhile. I don't like short stories. ^^
Any comments, questions, critiques, and concerns are more than welcome. After all, how will I get better without learning from the best(you guys)?Thanks for taking the time out of your lives to read this, I hope it is worth it. :)
Dean ran through the woods frantically, angel blade gripped tight in his dirty hands. His feet pounded on the soft dirt below him as he leaped and bounded over fallen trees and branches. As he ran, Dean could only think of one thing; how the hell did this happen?
-Three days earlier-
"Man, I just don't think this is a case." Dean said sitting down in a saggy brown chair that frankly, smelled like a sweaty dog. He popped open a can of beer and looked to Sam despondently. "I thought this could be a case too, Sammy, but truth is, people fall in love. It happens." Dean shrugged and took a gulp of the strong beer, wincing at the tingles it left on his tongue and throat.
"Yeah but Dean, there is not a single, single person over the age of 18. The only people that have died recently in the last two weeks have been couples at the exact same time, same injuries, different places." Sam said distantly as he flipped through news articles on his laptop about the sudden burst of newly weds throughout the town.
"What do you mean different places?" Dean asked, seemingly interested.
"Well one news article for example says that a man named Carl Corms accidently ran his car into a tree coming home from work. His wife was at home in the kitchen and died at the exact same time with signs of being in a car crash." Sam said, eyes still glued to the laptop screen.
"So...what are we thinking? Demon? Ghost? What?"
Sam looked up from his laptop. "Only one way to find out."
"Good evening. I am Agent Dennis and this is my partner Agent Willis with the FBI." Dean said, both brothers holding up their badges in synchrony for the old coroner. "We would like to examine the bodies of Melissa and Carl Corms." Sam said seriously. The old man was not currently wearing his lab coat but was wearing a browning tee-shirt and drinking a Slurpee out of a large florescent green straw.
"You can put away the badges, I get it." He said scowling. Dean and Sam lowered their badges and tucked them safely in their jacket pockets. "But what do you guys want with the Corms'?"
"Please sir. We have our orders and we don't question the authorities. Neither should you." Sam said smoothly. "Now, the bodies?"
The old man rolled his eyes and led them to the body storage. He continued to slurp loudly as he opened the small box doors and rolled out the tables holding Melissa Corms' and Carl Corms' bodies. Dean and Sam shared an annoyed look as the slurping seemed to only get louder.
"Thank you. We will take it from here." Dean said, nodding to the old man. He grunted, "Ah, whatever" and walked away with a wave of his hand.
Dean and Sam watched him go, making sure they were alone before unzipping the body bags. Inside were a man and a woman, both with identical wounds all over their bodies. Not a single scratch, bruise, or broken bone was different.
"Well that's just freaky." Dean said, stepping back from the bodies.
"Yeah, I mean, what could have done this, and to five other couples so far." Sam said, still examining the bodies.
"Looks like we're gonna have to talk to the people in town, see what they know." Dean said, already turning to head out the door.
"Yeah, you do that. I'll stay here, see if I can find anything else on the victims." Sam said, poking around at the corpses.
"Hey Sammy, I just talked to the bartender down the street from the Corms' house and he said he saw someone talk to every couple that has died so far. I'm gonna see if I can catch him in the act. What about you, anything interesting?"
"No, well other than the obvious. I'll stay in the motel and see if I can dig up anything on this thing." Dean nodded and flipped his cell closed. He looked around the small bar and headed to the bar table, planning to get a few glasses in before show time.
"So what's his guys' name?" Dean asked, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey. "I think it's like...Charley? Sorry man, I've really only seen him around. I've never actually talked to the guy." The bartender said as he wiped the table down.
"Well you'll point him out to me right?" Dean asked. The bartender nodded and resumed his work behind the long wooden table.
After and hour of waiting, the bartender pointed out a middle aged man with combed back blond hair and brown eyes that had just entered the bar. "That's him." He said disgustingly. "Do you think he murdered those couples?" Dean looked over to the bartender, "I hope not."
Dean watched as the man took his seat at the bar table a few seats down from himself. He ordered a water and turned around in his seat. His eyes passed over every person in the room until they landed on a young couple.
Dean watched as the man took a sip from his water before walking up to the couple. Dean followed, pretending to walk to the dart board beside them.
"Hello. I'm Christopher. May I just say you two are the best looking couple in the room." He laid both hands on their shoulders and smiled kindly. "I am very jealous. Why, if I had someone who would love me as much as you two love each other, and believe me I know how much you love each other, I simply wouldn't be able to live without the other."
The couple looked to each other stunned, as if seeing the other for the first time. "Oh I just love you so much." The lady said to her date. They smiled warmly and embraced each other in a passionate kiss. "I love you too." He said.
The man, Christopher, walked away with a smug smile and Dean knew he had found him. Following the guy out of the bar, Dean dug around in his pockets for his phone and planned to tell Sam everything he just saw.
That was, until his face met the cold hard ground and his vision turned to black.
Deans' head hung low on his shoulders, face scrunched up in pain. His back was pressed hard up against a tree and his hands were bounded by rope.
Blinking, he found that he was in a dark forest. He lifted his head up, only to be met with a large, creepy smile. "Hi Dean! Glad that you could join me on this fine evening. How's it going?"
Dean let his head fall back down, opting to just let the creature talk while he worked on the binds connecting his hands.
"Aww your not gonna talk to me now? But why? I'm not a bad guy, I'm helping people to fall in love. How is that bad?" He spoke in a "baby" voice which was unnecessarily annoying, if you ask Dean.
"Because they both die you son of a-"
"They can't live without the other! That's romantic, don't you think?" He said, sitting up to walk around the tree. "Humans are so precise. Everything needs to happen one way or another, blah blah blah. I am just doing my job, helping people fall in love. I'm the best Cherub in heaven! But no one pays any attention to me."
Dean laughed humorlessly. Christopher face was the picture of confusion. "What are you laughing at?" He said angrily.
"You're a cupid? A rouge cupid? Wow, man you got problems. You're killing people to get attention? No wonder nobody wants to pay attention to you, you're crazy." Dean laughed, buying time until his hands were freed.
"You think my pain is funny? I don't kill them, Dean!" The cherub yelled, face only inches from Deans'. "All I do is help them find a soul mate. That means one soul can't live without the other. When one dies, the other dies too."
"Exactly." Dean said venomously. "You start playing with peoples' hearts and then you get bored and you go playing with their lives? That's messed up!" Dean yelled, glowering at the insane angel.
"I am bringing romance into this messed up world!" The Cherub took a big inhale, calming itself. "Well...you just don't get it do you?" The cupid stood up, pondering its' next move. "How am I going to make you suffer? I can't have a famous hunter on my ail now can I? Let's see, well you don't like the work I do so I'll have to do it to you. Yes... but to who? Who do you like, maybe even love that loves you back? Sam. But he's your brother, you'd already die for him in a heartbeat. Bobby, too old, too much like a father to you. Ah..." The cupid smirked maliciously. "Castiel. He's perfect, almost like a brother to you, but not as much as Sammy."
"Cas is like my brother, you sadistic-"
"Yes but you would definitely pick Sam over him, wouldn't you? Hey, you'd probably pick Sam over anyone! But what if I made it so Cas is your soul mate? Then who would you pick? Haha! This is going to be so much fun." Christopher laid the palm of his hand over Deans' forehead and closed his eyes. Dean squirmed trying harder to break free of his binds. Christopher peered at Dean, a small smile spreading on his face. "Looks like I won't have to do much."
Dean froze in his attempts to squirm free and looked at the amused cupid warily. "What do you mean?"
"The connection is already there. You like him, he likes you. You are both just too stubborn and ignorant to admit it to yourselves and each other." Christopher smiled distractedly, as if watching some invisible movie play in front of his eyes. "I don't need to do anything, it will all happen in good time. Goodbye Dean." And with that Christopher vanished, along with the ropes and binds.
Dean stood up, looking around for a way out of the forest. In the distance he could hear cars, so Dean headed that way. As he walked he could only think of what the Cherub had said. What does he mean by the connection is already there? And what exactly will happen in time?
Dean walked through the motel door, dirty and tired. He glanced over to Sam who had stood up when Dean arrived, gun in hand. "Oh it's just you." Sam said, placing the gun back down on the table. "You okay? What happened? You look like a mess." Sam said, eyeing Deans' messy clothes and tight face.
"Oh nothing, just had a run in with a-" Dean froze. Castiel walked out of the bathroom holding a bar of soap. "Hello Dean. Hello Sam. I recommend that neither of you use this bar of soap. It seems to be laced with another white substance." Cas inhaled the soap deeply. "Semen."
"Gross. Cas put that down." Sam said disgustedly. Cas nodded and threw it in the trash. "Are you going to wash your hands or are you going to sniff that stuff all day?" Sam asked, looking somewhat amused. "I don't need to. This vessel cleans itself most of the time." Cas said, finally looking at Deans' somewhat startled expression at seeing Cas. Castiel squinted, "Are you okay, Dean?"
Dean wondered whether or not he should tell them what just happened or not. He decided not. "Yeah I'm fine. What are you doing here, Cas?" Castiel looked suspiciously at Dean again but answered nonetheless. "Sam called. I hear you two are having trouble identifying a creature?" Cas sat down stiffly on the edge of one of the beds, hands fiddling with the ends of his coat sleeves.
Sam nodded, getting down to business. "Yeah I've been researching and I haven't found much that-"
"No. Not anymore." Dean said despondently. He couldn't lie to them forever and the longer he kept what just happened a secret, the worse it will be for him in the long run. Dean walked over to a chair and sat down heavily. He popped open a beer and took a long swig, already feeling a slight buzz.
"Do, uh, do you want to share with the class?" Sam jeered. Dean looked between Cas and Sam and sighed. "Fine. But this is going to sound weird and crazy, and well...insane but... it is a rouge Cherub that wants attention and is not only making bloodlines and playing with love but is making people find their soul mates. And he made it so that soul mates can't possibly live without the other." Dean looked to the ground and prepared himself for what he was about to say. This could make things between him and Cas very awkward.
"Okay then." Sam said cautiously, knowing there was a bomb about to be laid on them. "Why do you look so um... you know."
"Because he trapped me and told me these things. He told me all of this and, and more." Castiel stood up, face unreadable. "Dean what else did this Cherub say?" Dean gulped. "He said, man this is gonna sound crazy and make this very awkward but... he said that he was going to make me and someone I know and love, into a soulmate. He first suggested Sam but said it would be pointless because I would already die for you. Then he suggested Bobby, but he is too much like a father to me. So, he said you." Dean looked up at Cas, scared of possible angle anger but all he saw was confusion.
"Me? Why me?" Cas said, peering confusedly at the nervous Dean. "He said that to form a soul mate bond, they have to already love each other. I love you like a brother and I guess that is good enough for him. He said that he had a feeling you liked me back and that he wouldn't even need to perform the spell because it was, I don't know, already going to happen with out his help needed." At this point Dean could definitely feel heat on his cheeks and he swore he saw Cas flushing also.
Sam giggled silently as he watched them embarrassedly look at each other and then away. Both with major blushes on their faces. Dean scratched the back of his head and Cas' eyes never stopped darting from every part of the room. Finally it was too much and Sam doubled over, laughing loud. The two men turned to Sam, embarrassed, annoyed, and confused all at once.
"Well, I don't see that happening. You are known to have a lot of sex with a lot of women and I..." Cas glanced over to Sam who was trying so hard to stop laughing and pay attention to the scene unfolding. "Oh yeah. It never happened for you because you told her about her father leaving her because of his job." Now Dean was laughing, recalling the tie where he tried to help Cas get laid for the first time. Castiels' blush deepened and he sat down on the edge of the bed again, looking anywhere but at the Winchesters. "Sorry, I don't mean to embarrass, that was just one of the funniest times I've had in a long time." Dean said, still snickering.
Sam sat up, wiping stray tears from the corners of his eyes. "Wait, what are you guys talking about?"
"Nothing." Dean and Cas said at the exact same time.
"Wait... Cas are you a...are you a virgin?" Castiel sighed heavily. "I am not having this conversation again. We need to get back to the problem at hand." Cas said, blush growing darker.
"Which problem? The one about what to do with the Cherub or the one about what to do about your destined-to-be romance." Sam asked in a teasing tone. Dean rolled his eyes and looked at a very embarrassed angel.
"What, um, what is this Cherubs' name, Dean?" Cas asked barely looking at him. Dean felt bad for the guy, he probably made things very awkward from thereon out.
"His name is Christopher. Do you know him?" Castiels' eyes went wide. "Yes I knew him. I confided a lot in him until a few months ago. He was a very trusted friend." Cas looked to the ground somberly.
"Cas I-" Before Dean could finish, the angel was gone, leaving the Winchester brothers to solve the problem on their own.
Meanwhile, Cas sat on a bench in a park not far from the motel. It was empty of children playing but there was a full sky of stars, and Cas sat and watched. He watched with eyes more advanced than any humans' as stars exploded and planets formed, far away in the galaxy. It was relaxing, and as Cas sat, he tried not to think of his friend, Christopher's', betrayal and how now, Dean of all people knew just a slice of how much Cas cared for the hunter.