Michael's Revenge
This is the sequel to Angels & Demons. The 3rd increment in this series, Well what is turning out to be a series! Lol! Just as Dean and Sam are about to tell Maryse and Randy about Arianna's death, something unexpected happens, and their world is rocked. Rated T for language.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, that right belongs to the amazing creator, Eric Kripke. I also don't own WWE or anything related to it, that belongs to Vincent Kennedy McMahon jr.
Chapter 1: We have to tell them
It'd been two days since her death. Two days since Dean Winchester spoke. After burning his girlfriend Arianna Williams' body, Dean had cut himself off from everyone. He needed time to deal, to grieve. He wanted to be alone, not that Sam, Bobby, or Cas understood that. They all kept checking in on him the first day, but after he exploded at them, they decided to leave him alone. He felt bad for taking his anger out on them, but they were driving him crazy.
Dean looked down at Arianna's phone in his hand, as it buzzed again. He looked at the caller ID "Randy". Dean sighed, Randy and Maryse had been calling them for a while now. They both knew that Arianna was in danger, and were calling to check on her. Dean had been ignoring their calls the whole time, he couldn't tell them that he'd let their best friend get killed... That he'd broken his promise.
Not that it'd been Dean's fault that she died, though he felt like it was. If only he would've recognized that the stupid vacuum salesman was possessed sooner, he could've helped Arianna when that stupid Angel attacked. If he wouldn't have opened the door for the man, he might've been conscious enough to see the Angel pop in behind Arianna. He could've saved her from getting...
Dean sighed once more, wiping away the lone tear that had escaped down his cheek. There was a soft tap on the door, followed by a "Dean?" Dean looked at the door, he really didn't want to talk to Sam right now, but he knew that he couldn't hole up in Bobby's spare bedroom forever.
"Yeah?" Dean answers.
"Can I come in?" Sam asks.
"Yeah. Hold on." Dean replied, getting up off the bed and going to the bedroom door. He unlocks it, and opens it, seeing Sam standing there, a look of hesitation on his face. Dean turns and walks back to the bed, sitting down on it.
Sam cautiously steps into the bedroom, the last time he was in here Dean bit his head off. Dean also looked like death warmed over last time, at least now, he looked a little better. Sam knew that Dean needed time to grieve, he had to dot he same when Jessica died.
Sam looks at Dean, really wishing he didn't have to bring this next subject up, but he couldn't wait any longer.
"You didn't come in here just to stare at me, so what do you want?" Dean asked, looking at Sam. Sam exhales sharply.
"Ryse and Randy have been calling my phone constantly. I'm sure they've been calling you and Ar-" Sam cuts off, watching Dean tense up at the mention of Arianna's name. He clears his throat before continuing. "We can't keep ignoring them, we have to tell them."
Dean nods. "I-I know, I just haven't..." He stops, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't think we should tell them over the phone."
"You want to tell them in person?" Dean nods.
"That way you can be there for Maryse. I know she's going to need you." Dean said, looking at the floor. He couldn't help feeling jealous that Sam still had Maryse, while the love of his life was... He shook his head, he couldn't even think the word. He had no idea how he'd even tell them, but it'd be better to do it in person, he'd feel better doing ti that way, at least.
"Okay. I'll find out where they're at and we can head out." Sam says, turning and heading downstairs.
Dean looks around the room, spotting Arianna's ring gear bag. He'd gone through it earlier, just looking at her things, trying to picture her again. He gets up, walking over and grabbing it. He really didn't want to keep it, he figured it might have more sentimental value to Maryse. He places it on the bed, zipping it up.
Arianna's phone buzzes in Dean's pocket once more. He pulls it out, not really wanting to see who was calling this time.
"Trust me, you really don't want me to answer right now." He mumbles. He looks at the caller ID, surprised to see Vince's name flashing. Dean wondered if he was calling to apologize to Arianna for being a dick, as he sent it to the voicemail. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He puts her phone back in his pocket, and turns to face the doorway.
"They're in Bridgeport Connecticut." Sam says, reaching the doorway. "It's about half a days drive. They've got a house show there tonight." Dean nods. "I've got the car packed and ready, all except for Ari's bag." Dean closes his eyes, hearing her nickname. He takes a deep breath, trying to control his emotions.
"I, uh, I've got it." He says. "Let's go." He grabs Arianna's bag and walks out of the bedroom past Sam.
Sam watched as Dean headed down the stairs, he could see the pain Dean was in, it was etched all over his face. He wondered how the hell they were going to tell Maryse and Randy... Especially with Dean barely holding it together as it was. He sighed, shaking his head and heading downstairs, knowing that this was going to be a long night.
There ya go! Good? Hope you all enjoy it! Please review and let me know what you thought!