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Twisted Chapter 2

Brothers

After a long week of hunting the Wendigo, Sam and Dean let themselves sleep in. They didn't stir until eleven a.m. rolled around, and Sam still had trouble waking his brother up.

"Dude, get out of bed. You can't stay there forever." Sam called, throwing random objects he picked up around the room on Dean's bed.

"Watch me." Dean mumbled angrily, and stuffed a pillow over his head.

Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed another shower to wake himself up, when he came out, his brother was still passed out on the bed. "Alright, well I'm going to get some food, and I won't bring anything back with me."

At the mention of food, Dean popped right up, eyes fully alert. The motion made him wince, his chest still pounding with pain from the scars. "Let me get cleaned up, then I could go for an omelette, and maybe a few burgers." He held his hand protectively over his chest, and locked himself in the bathroom.

"Should we call Cas? Dean that scratch looks nasty." Sam knocked on the door, only to get a grunt in response. Oh well, he would try again after Dean had some food in him.

After a few minutes, Dean emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, and gingerly put on his clothes. "Alright, let's get some grub!" He said happily, rubbing his hands together.

They found an old diner down the street, and were seated into a red leather booth next to a window. The cheery waitress had to be in her sixties, and it was obvious she was trying to pass as younger. Her too-short-skirt made Dean cringe as she leaned over to welcome them.

Sam ordered a salad with scrambled eggs mixed in, and Dean ordered three meals, all of which included bacon.

"So, Beacon Hills, California, huh?" Sam asked, stretching his long arms across the back of the booth. Dean muttered a "yup" with mouth full of food, with no signs of stopping. Sam cleaned a spot on the table, and brought out his laptop from his backpack.

After a few minutes of surfing the web, Sam's eyes widen, and Dean reluctantly pushed his plate of food back so he can focus. "Dude, what is it?"

Sam's eyes scan the screen rapidly. "Dean, there are a ton of hits when you bring up Beacon Hills."

"Like what?" He asked, a heavy pit forming in his stomach.

"Three years ago, a girl named Laura Hale was found killed in the woods missing half of her body. Reports show it was a wild animal attack" Sam answered.

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Okay...one account doesn't really make it our kind of case."

"A couple months later, another woman, Kate Argent, was found with her throat slashed out. Another wild animal report." When Dean started to speak, Sam eyed him.

"I'm not done. Not too long after that, a string of murders were committed, and although they had a few suspects, the police could never charge anyone with anything substantial."

Sam rubbed his eyes, "Dude...last year, there were sets of murders and attempted murders, the local papers calling them 'ritualistic.' It sounds like someone was trying to summon something powerful, or unnatural. There were reports of animals behaving strangely, like randomly attacking people or committing suicide."

Dean held up his hands, his stomach threatening to turn against him. "Are you telling me...that Juliet and Charlie are living in this godforsaken town now? Where all of these murders have been happening?"

Sam nodded solemnly. "I mean, they are hunters, Dean. They are able to take care of themselves."

His brother narrowed his eyes angrily. "These aren't any old hunters we are talking about, Sammy." He put enough cash on the table to cover lunch, and stormed out the door towards the Impala.

Sam quickly followed, opening the passenger door. "Dean, I'm not saying I'm not just as worried as you are, but we can't just show up and drag them out of there."

Dean started the engine and laid his head back on the leather headrest. "I know, Sammy. But there is something evil in that town, and what if they get caught up in it?"

"We can call them to let them know what's been going on, but they make their own decisions." Sam said, drumming his fingers against the dash.

"I don't want to call them until we've done a little bit more research." Dean sighed, finally pulling the Impala back on the road towards their motel.

After watching Dean wince at the paid of turning the wheel, Sam said, "Fine, but we also need to call Cas to heal that scar from the Wendigo."

"Whatever," he mumbled in acceptance.

XX

After a few more hours of research on Beacon Hills, the Winchester brothers had categorized the attacks, and listed possible creatures involved. They had called Bobby, who told them a family of hunters lived there, but had fallen out of communication with the rest of the hunting community after their daughter, Allison was killed last year.

"Werewolves." Sam covered his face with his hands.

Dean scowled, "Yeah, and it looks like a lot of them. Plus, we don't even know for sure what other creatures are littering that town."

Sam got up to check on his brother's wound, and smacked him over the head when he saw the bleeding through his shirt. "Call Cas, right now."

"Fine, fine!" Dean waved his brother off, and looked up, grimacing. "Cas, get your feathery ass down here. I need you."

Before Dean could even turn around, the Winchesters heard the sound of beating wings. A shorter man with brown hair and a five o'clock shadow wearing a trenchcoat stood eyeing Dean strangely.

"What did you do?" He asked, closing the distance between him and his caller.

Dean instinctively leaned back, and saw a glimmer of hurt in Castiel's eyes. "I uh..had a run in with a Wendigo yesterday. We finally caught the son-of-a-bitch though."

"And you didn't call me earlier?" He asked, looking towards Sam in accusation.

Sam's eyes widened, "Hey, don't look at me! You know how stubborn he is."

"I had other things on my mind." Castiel stared at Dean for a minute before reaching up and gingerly touching his forehead, causing a small white light to come from his hand.

After another few seconds, he removed his hand and pulled down Dean's collar to check if the wound was gone. Thankfully, he didn't have a scratch on him.

Sam sighed in relief, "Thanks, Cas."

He nodded, and turned towards Dean, who was looking up at him from the desk chair. "Thanks."

"What were you too busy with that you couldn't call earlier?" He asked, standing up and taking a few steps back to give them a little space.

"It's personal." Dean grunted.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Some friends of ours just moved to a new town, so we were busy checking it out. Turns out, a lot has gone down there."

"Sam!" Dean scowled at his brother, but Castiel ignored him, asking, "Which town?"

"Beacon Hills, California." Sam answered.

Castiel went rigid, and the brothers immediately got to their feet. "What is it?"

He didn't make eye contact with the two men who were taking steps to close the gap between them. "It's nothing."

"Don't try to pull that crap with me, Cas!" Dean yelled.

Sam stepped between the angel and his brother. "This is Juliet we are talking about here, man, we watched that little girl grow up. She's like a little sister to us. Her and Charlie, they are like family. If they're in danger, we need to know."

Castiel eyed the two brothers, then nodded slowly. "I've heard stories about that place. There is a source of energy, no one is quite sure what it is, but it is quite literally a 'beacon' for supernaturals."

"So you're saying that town is crawling with monsters?" Dean asked quietly, already gathering his things.

"Not everything there is evil. Something, or someone is there is protecting the town. But one place can only take so much evil before it's ripped to shreds." Castiel spoke slowly, trying to calm Dean's rising temper.

Sam froze, causing Dean and Castiel to stop what they were doing and look at him.

"That's your 'I figured something out' face." Dean said, crossing his arms.

Sam nodded, "Cas, you said that town was literally a 'beacon' for supernaturals, right?" He turned towards his brother. "Dean, didn't Charlie say that Juliet picked this place? She could have chosen literally any town in the United States, and she chose Beacon Hills."

Realization flashed across Dean's face. "She's being drawn there."

Castiel looked confused, "Are you saying your friend is a supernatural being? What is she?"

The brothers looked at each other uncomfortably. "We don't really know. But it's not our place to say…" Sam said, scratching the back of his head.

"If I'm going to help you two, I'm going to need all of the information." He said matter-of-factly.

Dean snorted, "And who said you would be helping us?" Sam hit his brother in the arm and gave him a look.

They had a silent argument for a few seconds before Dean waved him off angrily. "Fine. But if you tell any of your little angelic brothers or sisters…."

"Dean, I would never betray a secret of yours to my family. Now please." He pushed, taking a seat on the bed.

Dean collapsed in his desk chair while Sam remained standing. "Okay. We met Juliet and Charlie when he were in Midland, Texas a few years back smoking a Vampire's nest. We missed two, and they went after the Reed family."

"We got there in time to save the husband and daughter, but the vamp killed Juliet's mom before we could stop it." Sam finished, knowing this part was always hard for his brother. Dean had always felt responsible for Sally's death.

"Anyway, one of the vamps caught Jules around the waist, and it had this crazy hold on her, and we couldn't get it off even after shooting the bloodsucker with Dead Man's Blood." Dean scowled at the memory. "It was...it was almost supernatural. It was completely locked down, as if it couldn't let her go even if it wanted to."

Sam shook his head, "When Juliet found out about her mom...she..I don't know. Moved the ground beneath her?" He asked, looking towards his brother for support.

"Her dad said that she could 'bend' anything that came from the ground. Three razor-sharp, four-foot rods covered in rock shot up, mutilating that vamp. Tore its arms and head clean off." Dean ran his fingers through his hair in distress.

Castiel held up a hand, "She can bend the Earth around her?" Sam nodded.

The angel put a fist under his chin and thought deeply. "I've heard some stories, but I'm not sure how much of it is true."

Dean looked at Castiel pleadingly. "Please, just tell us what you've heard. We've never been able to give her any insight into what she is."

"Sam, you know how the demon Azazel gave you his blood as a child, and you grew up to have psychic abilities?"

Sam narrowed his eyes. "You think she was fed demon blood as a baby?"

Castiel shook his head, "Not with the ability you described, nor with the way the vampire acted towards her. I heard stories of an angel who tried to do what the demon did."

Dean shook his head, "But angels don't have blood, if they bleed it comes from their human vessels."

Cas nodded, "Correct. But, I've heard there is a spell out there that can make an angel in its true form bleed. I've only heard stories of this particular angel using it, but I didn't know it was real."

"Why wouldn't you think it was real?" Sam asked.

Cas scratched his head, "I thought it was one of those stories that angels told each other to teach a lesson."

"What? I don't understand." Dean took a swig of his beer off the table.

"Because, none of the children survived in the story."

Dean almost spit out the beer. "They died? How?"

Castiel stood up and began pacing, "They were killed. In the story, someone or something found out that human children were walking around with real angel blood in their system, which gave them power over the elements, and slaughtered them for it. Again, I thought it was a story to teach a lesson, I always figured that's where Azazel got the idea for the experiment."

It was Sam's turn to sit down. "Are you telling me there are people, things out there that will be after Juliet because she might have angel blood running through her veins? And that her and Charlie are smack dab in the middle of a supernatural frenzy who could all find out and go after them?"

Cas tried to face Dean, but he was fuming and was focused on throwing his things in bags. "We are leaving, now."

"Dean, what are we going to say to them?" Sam asked, packing up his loose items as well.

"I don't care, Sammy, but we are getting them out of there."

As they opened the doors to the Impala, Castiel called out, "Dean-"

"Save it, Cas, either meet us there, or get your angel ass into the car." After a second of deliberation, he got into the backseat.

Dean dialed Charlie's number and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Dean?" the deep voice asked.

"Charlie, don't move. We're coming. Should be there in a few days."

Charlie's voice was serious now. "Wait, what's going on?"

Dean had already hung up the phone.

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