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Eric Kripke and the writers of Supernatural: I both love you for the series and despise you for creating the one show that has ever made me cry. Thank you. :)
I do not own or have any stock in Supernatural except a massive addiction that has driven me to write this FanFiction.
This is my first Supernatural FanFiction so please be gentle. :)
Enjoy!
The explosion is so hard it shakes Bobby clean out of his nap and his chair. The windows rattle from the impact and Bobby can feel the floor beneath him tremor briefly before everything goes silent. As he pulls himself back up off the floor he scans the room. The living room is just as he had left it, messy as hell. Books are stacked on shelves and in corners. The couch to his left is empty.
His glass of whiskey near his hand continues to slosh back and forth, nearly spilling on the four hundred year old text next to it.
"What the devil?" Bobby mutters. Glancing at the clock he sees that it is just past midnight. Grabbing his sawed off shotgun he staggers toward the door, his body still not fully awake.
Upstairs two doors slam, feet running down the hallway a reassuring sound. Being alone so often he forgets what it's like to have others at the house, especially those two boys.
"Bobby?" Two heavy sets of footsteps thud down the stairs behind him and he turns, shushing the two young men behind him. "Would you two shut up! Arm up. Somethings goin on outside."
...
The junk yard is littered with the ruins and remains of countless cars, ranging from nothing more than rusted ravaged heaps up to Dean's baby, sitting in the shop and awaiting routine maintenance. The street lamps scattered around the lot are on, none flickering Dean notes, as they spread out. Dean pauses long enough to give the hood of the '67 Impala a loving pat before rounding the car and moving with an eerie silence toward the back acre of the lot.
...
Sam watches him go, that worry in the back of his mind nagging at him as he watches his brother disappear under the killer. Dean had never been the same after coming back from hell and as time passes Sam can see his brother disappearing beneath the horror of what he had gone through.
Shaking himself Sam cuts right, heading toward the road as Bobby heads straight, passing the small utility shed and off into the front acre of the lot.
Sam finishes his sweep of the front area of the lot and the road than backtracks, meeting up with Bobby and the two continue, it not taking long to find the source of the crash. Bobby nearly trips at the edge of a small crater near the back fence and Sam swiftly hands Bobby the flashlight. Bobby trains it on the crater as Sam slides down the shallow slope down to where a familiar brown trench coat lies at the bottom.
"Is that Castiel?" Bobby calls down softly. Sam rolls Cass over gently, immediately noticing that his entire body is limp. Blood coats his clothes and coat and Sam can smell fresh blood.
"Yeah, it's him. He's hurt pretty bad."
"It looks like one hell of a battle." Bobby points out. Sam nods.
"We gotta get him inside. It's not safe out here." Bobby nods and with more care joins Sam. He hands Sam the flashlight.
"I'll get him. Go get Dean." Sam takes the flashlight and heads back the way they came, following the distant flashes of a yellow beam.
...
A low moan from close by alerts him and Dean trains on the source of the sound, spinning a corner with his gun trained. What he sees stops him in his tracks.
What once was a stack of cars is now scattered, many of them lying on their sides. One lies in the center and is crushed as if something heavy landed a top it. Dean hears the moan again and creeps closer, his gun level.
Once he gets close enough he lowers his gun, staring down at the top of the car.
A woman lies in the rubble, her blonde hair bound in a long French braid. Her body is clothed in what appears to be armor of some sort he had never seen. Blood bathes her form, a thin trail running from her lips down her cheek. Blue eyes crack open and Dean backs up a step as the woman manages to lift a hand, reaching out to him before she loses consciousness, her hand resting back on the twisted metal.
Catching himself Dean climbs up a top the ruined car and, after making sure she's really unconscious he carefully levers her up with her arm over his shoulders. She is a dead weight against his side and he is surprised to find her nearly as tall as he is.
"Dean! We found Cass!" Sam yells, sprinting toward where Dean stands with the blonde. When he sees Dean Sam stops in his tracks.
"Who's that?" Dean shrugs.
"I found her napping in this car. Help me get her inside." Sam jumps up atop the car as well and kneels, helping lever the woman up. Dean lets out a grunt as he slings her arm over his shoulder. "What is this chick, an amazon?" Sam just shrugs and between the two of them they manage to get her off the car and heading toward the house.
...
By the time they arrive Bobby has Castiel on the couch. Bobby barely glances up as they stagger in.
"Put her downstairs in the vault. Lock her up tight and don't let her out no matter what." Bobby snaps, a definite growl in his voice. Sam seems surprised but Dean says nothing, a prod from him getting Sam moving and the two head toward the stairs.
Dean drops the woman rather ungracefully on the cot and stands near the doorway, keeping a pensive watch on the stairs as Sam positions the woman a bit more gracefully on the cot.
"Sam, tie her down." Sam turns on Dean.
"Why? It's not like she's going anywhere."
"Just do it, all right?" He snaps. Sam only sighs and turns, fidgeting with the leather straps attached to the cot. The worn blue stripped mattress brings back bad memories but Sam pushes them away, focusing on making sure the straps are tight. "Dean, what's going on?" Sam asks as he finishes with the leg restraints.
"Bobby wasn't patching up Cass." Dan remarks. Sam shrugs.
"And?"
"There's only one reason why he wouldn't be. Hurry it up will ya?"
Dean waits outside until Sam is done than shuts the door, latching it with an almost angry motion than turns, heading for the stairs. Sam looks in confusion between Dean and the door before hurrying after him.
"Dean, what's wrong? Wait!"
Upstairs Bobby has not moved and as the boys enter the room he only glances over his shoulder at them. Dean immediately notices that Castiel hasn't moved.
"Bobby, how is he?" He shrugs.
"Dammed if I know. He's hurt. Bad. Everything I've done to try and wake him hasn't worked. All I can try is to stop the bleeding."
"Well he's still alive, isn't he?" Dean asks. Bobby nods.
"From I can tell, but barely. It must have been one hell of a fight." Bobby glances back at the stairs. "Figure out anything about her yet?" Dean shakes his head.
"Not a thing other then the fact she's build like an amazon." Bobby stares down at Castiel's unmoving form before heaving a sign.
"All right boys, let's lock this place down. Castiel's not going anywhere any time soon and I don't want to make it easy for the idjit that did this to him to walk in and finish the job. Sam, you and I are gonna start. Dean, figure out how bad he is and do what you can."