"So this is your place?" Abaddon asks the boys, as the five of them head inside the Men of Letter's Bunker.
"Yup, we are living the dream." Dean says as he walks towards the kitchen.
Abaddon looks around; she had heard through the grapevine that the Men of Letter had a secret base, kind of a Batman layer, a comic book hero she had grown fond of over the years living with humanity.
'He doesn't want to the hero, he just wants his city to have the justice it deserves, he doesn't care if he's the villain or the hero, he just wants to do what's right.' An image of a young boy pops up into her head, short brown hair, sky blue eyes, with gold flecks that reflects in the sunlight, Abaddon had chuckled quietly when a girl across the diner asked her friend if a fallen angel had graced them with its presence, that was about 70 years ago, those people were either dead or too old to remember her face now.
"You would have liked this place." She says to herself quietly.
Across the hall, sitting at the very large table in the middle of the room, Sam watches Abaddon as she examines all the books, and items the Men of Letters had collected over the centuries. What would they say, if they knew a demon was walking amongst their personal possessions, Sam chuckles quietly, at the thought of one of the Men of Letters haunting them, Dean would probably laugh, Castiel would look at Dean in a confused manner, and Abaddon… Abaddon would still be a demon. Speaking of demons, Sam looks across the table, at Crowley and Castiel, looking lost and confused, like two small children who have lost their parents and are waiting for them to find them. This is technically not far from the truth, if Sam thought about it.
"Your ancestors took great care in keeping all these books hidden from our kind." Abaddon says, walking down the metal staircase, as she holds an ancient scroll from some part of Asia, "This one is about killing succubus." She adds.
Sam smiles awkwardly, "You should probably put that down, it's pretty old."
"I'm older," Abaddon replies, "if anyone should be handled with care, it would be me."
Sam tries to laugh, but the thought of him laughing at a demon joke sound unpleasant.
Abaddon sighs, and sits down next to Castiel and Crowley, "Hey guys."
Castiel smiles, and leans in to kiss Abaddon again.
Abaddon presses her hand against Castiel's lips, "No Cas that was a one-time ordeal."
Castiel tilts his head to the side, pouting, "I don't understand."
"Neither do I." Sam chimes in.
The three look at Sam.
"I mean, why did you kiss him in the first place?" Sam asks Abaddon.
"I was healing him," Abaddon says, "that's how I've learned to heal people."
"Healing Cas?" Dean asks, coming back with two beers, handing one to Sam.
"Yes," Castiel says, "I was bleeding; Metatron damaged my body severely before he… closed Heaven."
Abaddon pats Castiel's hand, "I'm sorry Cas." She says.
Dean narrows his eyes at the sight of Cas and A-Bitch holding hands. It shouldn't bother him that his best friend is being more affectionate, more human, but who is he kidding, Cas is and always will be an angel to him, it's just weird that he has to share him with two demons now.
Castiel feels Dean stare, and looks up at him, lingering a little at his mouth. If he could kiss anyone, it would be Dean, but past observation shows that he is still very much in love with Lisa, even if he hasn't spoken to her in almost two years.
"Dean." Crowley says, drawing everyone's attention.
It's the first time Crowley has talked since the demon exorcism.
"Yeah Crowley?" Dean asks.
"Would you mind if I had one of those?" Crowley asks, pointing at Dean's beer bottle.
"Um, yeah, sure," Dean says, turning ever so slightly, "I'll be, um, right back." He says, and heads back to the kitchen.
Abaddon turns her attention to Crowley again, "How are you feeling Crowley?"
"Oh, much better," Crowley says, wrapping the blanket Castiel handed to him, tighter around himself, "I see you've got a new body." He says, taking note of Abaddon's new attire.
"Oh me and her, go way back." Abaddon says.
"Oh," Crowley says, nodding his head in agreement, "well it's a good fit, suites you very well."
Sam looks from Crowley to Abaddon, then to Castiel, who is enthralled with the back and forth conversation about the demon's new meat-suit.
"Hold on," Sam says, drawing the trio to his attention, "Abaddon is there someone trapped in that body with you?" He asks her.
"Yes, Abby, I was wondering the same thing, I meant to ask that earlier but at the time I was coughing up blood." Castiel says in such a carefree manner, as if dying was the worst thing that could happen to him.
"Um, no this is my body now." Abaddon says.
"What happened to the girl?" Dean asks his face just a few inches away from Abaddon's, he gaze moves to Crowley, "Here you go Sunshine." He says, handing Crowley a beer.
"So, I think it's time to share with the class just how you went to red headed bitch to copper headed pain in my ass." Dean says, a smug smile on his face.
Abaddon's light brown eyes stare at Dean's bright green ones, "Okay," she says sounding exasperated, "it was a few years after the whole Men of Letters thing, and I wasn't using anyone as a vessel, I pretty much was just a black mass, floating around, staying away from the urban areas."
"So when did you invade Tinker Bell over here?" He asks her.
"When she came to me," Abaddon says, Dean and Sam raise their eyebrows in surprise.
"She asked for this?" Sam asks her.
Abaddon nods her head, "She asked for my help, it was her last dying wish, her father was a drunkard and an abusive one to boot," Abaddon says, "when she asked for help I was near by hiding in the forest, her father had already broken her jaw, a broken rib had punctured her lung, and she was paralyzed below the waist when I got to her."
"She knew what you were?" Dean asks her.
"I told her who I was, I was very open with people I-"
"Possessed?" Dean asks mockingly.
"No," Castiel says, "Abby is different than other demons, she was never human, she didn't have a soul, she was an Angel first," Castiel turns his attention to Abaddon, "you asked her if she could be your vessel, didn't you."
"Yes I did Cas," Abaddon replies, "on one condition, that I wait until she passed and that I give her father the biggest beating he deserved."
"And did you?" Sam asks.
"I let him live, to lick his wounds, to be haunted by the thought of his daughter coming back from death." Abaddon says, smiling a wicked smile, which still manages to seem sweet on the young girls face.
"Why did he beat her?" Sam asks.
"Did he need a reason to beat his own daughter?" Abaddon asks him.
Sam clears his throating, looking uncomfortable, "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I, sorry."
"It's okay Sam," Abaddon says, "but Castiel is right, this girl, her name was Susan, she was a vessel for celestial beings."
"So you're saying, you gotta ask to possess people because you're still part angel?" Dean asks.
"Yes." Abaddon says, "But I don't really possess people, I ask if I can use them as a vessel, sometimes they say yes, and sometimes they say no."
"And what happens if they say no?" Castiel asks her.
"At first, I would torture them, mentally and physically, show them what would happen if they refused me, until they begged me to take their bodies."
The room gets eerily quiet. Dean shuffles in his biker boots, scratching the back of his head, Sam clears his throat and pretends to go over whatever it is that's he was reading on his laptop before this conversation happened.
"Well that was cheerful." Comments Crowley as he takes a swig from his beer.
Abaddon reaches over and grabs the beer bottle from Crowley's hands, "Well that was the Black Plague Era, those were desperate times and I was under new management." She states before taking a gulp from the bottle.
"I'll say," Crowley tells Abaddon, nodding in agreement, "had to dodge kissing people for a while, mostly because it was just gross and indecent, and most of those people wanted loved ones back that were lost to the plague." Crowley adds, chuckling a little.
"Good times," Abaddon says, slapping Crowley on the shoulder.
Sam and Dean look at the two, trying to figure out how to handle that statement with ease.
Abaddon clears her throat awkwardly, noticing the two's expressions.
Crowley shuffles awkwardly in his seat.
"Ah yes, now I remember," Castiel says, "God said we could only save a few, which was a bit harsh if you think about it, but I was just following orders back then," Laughing light-heartedly, he looks at Abaddon, "Those were the days."
"Cas, c'mon man." Dean says, holding his arms out, as if saying 'what are you doing man'.
Castiel merely shrugs, and turns his attention back to Abaddon, grabbing her hand, he liked the way if felt to have contact with another human, before it was always a delicate situation, even in his vessel, Castiel was stronger than the humans, holding back his hugs with Dean was something most unbearable for him, for he truly wanted to embrace Dean, and never let him go. Now he had time to practice with Abby, she was a quiet but very deep girl. It was nice having her around and they had only truly got to know each other just a couple of hours ago.
Dean looks at the 'chick flick moment' between Castiel and Abaddon. Although he knows Castiel would never try anything romantic with her, it still makes his knuckles clench. That thought of someone other than himself, comforting Castiel sends his brain into a jumble of hurt and jealousy.
"So Abby," Castiel says, patting Abaddon's hand, "what are we going to do now?"
"I'm exhausted, getting over here was not the business." Abaddon says.
Dean smirks, "Well, let me show you to an available room."
Abaddon looks at him with weary eyes, "That's very kind of you Dean."
"Dean." Cas says, this piercing blue eyes staring down Dean's.
"It's okay Cas, I'm not gonna hurt her." Dean says, "C'mon you'll be fine." He tells Abaddon.
Abaddon sighs, "Goodnight Cas."
"Goodnight Abby."
"Goodnight Crowley, Sam."
Crowley and Sam mumble goodnight, both lost in their own thoughts.
"I shall go to the kitchen and find another beer." Castiel says, getting up from his seat, heading in the opposite direction of Abaddon and Dean.
"Thank you for housing us." Abaddon tells Dean, her voice soft and quiet, like a little dove.
She walks three paces behind him, which makes Dean nervous, but he keeps his heart rate at a normal level.
"No problem, we've seem to become a boarding house for demons and fallen angels." Dean jokes.
"You and Cas seem really close." Remarks Abaddon as they make their down the hallway of closed doors, they've already passed Sam and Dean's room.
"We go way back." Dean remarks as he opens a door to his right, "Here we go, your new accommodations, I hope you don't mind dusting a bit first."
Abaddon looks around the quaint little room; it's got a twin bed, a small desk and chair, and a dresser drawer. It's small, its quiet, and it's far from Sam and Dean's room. She turns back to Dean, smiling sweetly, "It's lovely thank you." She tells her, gently wiping dust off the desk.
Dean smiles, "I'm sure it is, now the kitchen is down the hall to the right, the wash room down to the left, if you need anything just holler." He says closing the door behind her, the last thing he needs to have Abaddon in his domain, eating his food, drinking his beer, and taking Cas, that last thought he quickly takes back. He and Cas are friends and nothing more, that relationship was never questioned, except maybe by Meg but she teased him because she knew it bothered him, but why did it bother him so much.
'I need me a beer,' he thinks to himself as he heads toward the kitchen.
"So Sam," Castiel says.
Sam looks up from his laptop, he wasn't really doing anything, he was just trying to avoid everyone, especially Crowley.
"Yeah Cas?"
Castiel scans the room with his big blue eyes, sucking on his lower lip, he makes a popping sound with his mouth, "How are you doing?" He asks him.
Sam lets out a short chuckle, "I'm fine Cas, thanks for asking."
Crowley gets up from his chair, making Sam and tad nervous. Still wrapped in his blanket, Crowley looks over the books that Abaddon was looking through when they first arrived, "Not a lot of light reading here is there." He says, looking at Castiel and Sam.
"I guess not." Sam says.
Having Crowley around was awkward, but having new soul Crowley, the one who just wants to be loved is even more awkward. Sam's not sure what do except stare at him or completely ignore him. Castiel doesn't seem bothered by him at all, maybe Crowley and Cas were better friends than Sam presumed.
"Ya know, I think we've got some World War literature somewhere in that one section over there." Sam says, pointing to a bookcase opposite of Crowley.
"What are you doing?" Dean asks, startling Sam just a little.
Dean has a bottle of whiskey this time, and four glasses.
"Are we celebrating something?" Sam asks him, avoiding his question.
Dean smiles, handing him and Castiel a glass, and leaving one on the table, "Come on Crowley, you get one too." He says as he pours whiskey into each glass.
"Of course we're celebrating," Dean says, "ya know, this is the first time that we've done some crazy bullshit to save all of humanity and nobody had to die."
Sam shakes his head, smiling a little, "Uh, okay." He says, holding the glass up, "Cheers you guys."
The four drink their whiskey in silence, taking in their moment of peace and quiet.
And a moment is all they have.
N/A: Thank you for reading. Review please. :)