AN: Omg, Akenia has done it again! Super cute drawings of all the familiars mentioned so far.
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Beginning of the chapter is inspired by a chapter in Styx88's A Million little things as well as a part from The Adventures of Soul-less Cas comic over on DeviantART. Also, I can't tell you how many times I typed Booby instead of Bobby this chapter. XP Anyways, enjoy!
Bobby was standing on this porch with his arms crossed over his chest when the Impala pulled up. Sam tried waving but received a glare in return.
"Uh-oh." He murmured, Dean cocked an eyebrow at him, "Bobby's pissed about something."
"Great, now we have to deal with a pissed Bobby and an angel on a sugar high. When I said all the candy had to be gone by the time we got here, I didn't mean you had to eat all of it Cas!" He turned to face the angel who was sitting straight as a board with his hands on his knees in the back seat, eyes as big as dinner plates and literally vibrating. His line of vision was interrupted by a mass of brown floating past his face before Jensen bumped into the ceiling of the car and started sinking to the floor.
"Guess we know what his special power thing is." Sam commented as he watched the platypus start rising again.
"Kinda like a really bad version of Willy Wanka and the Chocolate Factory." Dean mused, grinning when Castiel moaned at the mention of chocolate before the angel seemingly vibrated into thin air. Dean clapped his hands together, making Sam jump a little, "Well, we'd better go see what Bobby's so mad about before he comes and drags us out of the car." He opened his door and climbed out. Sam followed his lead. Putting on a big grin, Dean addressed the older hunter, "Heya Bobby, What's up?"
"You two idjits want to explain to me why there's a damn llama and a Brad Pitt look-a-like angel waiting for you in my house?" He growled, un crossing his arms.
"Brad Pitt look-a-like?" Dean asked confused.
"Well I'm flattered, really, I am." Came a cultured voice as Balthazar appeared next to Bobby. Victor was suddenly in front of the boys, sticking his nose in each of their faces before loping off to the Impala, where Hilary and Jensen were soaking up the sun on the hood. All signs pointed to them having passed out after their sugar rush.
"So where is our dear little Cassie at? I can only assume that he was with you since Hilary is here. What's this I've heard of him finding another familiar by the way?" The blond angel rambled casually, taking a sip of the brandy in his hand. A small growl came from behind him and he turned to observe the source.
"Oh you have got to be joking." Balthazar chuckled.
"Yeah, that's Jensen. Looks like he can teleport too. Great." Sam observed, starting to move towards the house but stopping when he heard Dean talking.
"Cas, what are you doing?"
Turning, he saw that Cas had appeared next to Dean and was rubbing his face against his brother's.
"Rubbing. I overheard two teenagers discussing it awhile ago." The dark haired angel stated.
"Uh, this isn't the kind of rubbing they were talking about, Cas. This is how a cat rubs."
Pulling away from Dean, Cas hissed at him and disappeared. He reappeared next to Balthazar, who started petting his hair and smirked over at Dean.
"There, there Cassie."
"What in Sam's hell did you do to that angel now?" Bobby asked, glaring at Sam and Dean.
"Nothing, we just got him some candy and then he snapped up some more." Dean said, holding his hands up in defense.
"Yeah, but you're the one who told him it had to be gone before we got to Bobby's. You know he takes everything literally." Sam argued.
"Wow, tattle much Sammy?"
"Maybe if you weren't such a jerk all the time."
"What's that bitch?"
"I said you're an asshole Dean."
"Why I oughta-!"
"Boys! Quit acting like a couple of teenage princesses and get your gear and asses in the house." Bobby ordered, tuning and heading inside. The two humans stood for a moment before heading back to the Impala.
"Heya Carl." Dean said, patting the llama lightly on the neck as he passed him. He received a loud 'hmmmmm' in return.
"His name is Victor, you monkey!" Balthazar's voice called from the porch.
"God damn angels." Dean grumbled, none too quietly.
After they each grabbed their duffels, Sam grabbed the weapon bag while Dean picked up Hilary, who was still on the hood of the Impala. Victor followed them as they made their way back to the house and proceeded to follow them inside. After getting their stuff situated in the guest room, they walked into the library and see Bobby and Balthazar, but no Castiel.
"Cassie went to go burn off a little energy." Balthazar explains, noticing the brothers' wondering gazes. Hilary let out a low quack before teleporting herself onto Dean's head. Bobby sat at his desk eyeing Jensen, who was staring back at him.
"Somebody want to explain what's going on with the whole magical animal thing?" The oldest hunter asked.
"Uh, well, they're actually angelic familiars." Sam explained, "All we know is that they have some sort of connection with certain animals. The animal inherits some sort of angelic ability while the angel's Grace gets stronger."
"That sounds a bit foreboding."
"How's that?" Dean asked, sitting down on the couch, "Cas has two familiars now, and I wouldn't put it past him to be looking for more. Anything to give him an even bigger edge over that douchebag Raphael."
"Think about it, boy. If Cas is out looking to collect familiars like those damn Pokémon things, don't you think that damned archangel is doing the same?"
"How do you know what Pokémon are Bobby?" Sam asked out of context. The hunter just glared at him while Dean laughed at the question.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about Raphie shopping around for familiars." Balthazar sips at his refilled drink, "He's not a huge fan of coming to Earth, especially now with his new vessel. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that he doesn't even realize the possibilities of having a familiar, since most angels don't think the bond exists anymore, that it's an old wives' tale. I mean, look at Cassie. He didn't even realize sweet ol' Hilary here was his familiar until I straight up told him she was."
"I guess that makes sense…" Bobby murmured, eyeing the llama, "So I take it that llama is your familiar then, Brad."
"Yes, Victor has been my familiar for several years. Ever since I started slumming it down here, actually." Balthazar said as he extended his cup toward Victor, who stuck his nose in the glass and finished off the brandy. Hilary perked up while watching and quacks loudly. A bottle of beer and a cup suddenly appear in Dean's hands. The duck hoped down from his head, to his shoulder, then landed in his lap. He chuckled at her and opened the bottle.
"I like your thinking, duck." He poured some out into the glass and held it for her as he took a swig from the bottle. Bobby grunted as he got up and went into the kitchen, returning with a beer for Sam and a cup and bottle of whiskey for himself. Sitting down at his desk again, he poured out a good measure of the drink. Jensen was staring at him again. His tail started to slowly thump on a book as he watched Bobby quickly finish the drink.
"I think somebody wants some." Sam joked, watching.
"Fine." Bobby growled, pulling out a shallow bowl from behind the desk ad pouring some Jameson's for the platypus, who squealed before lapping up the liquid excitedly.
"Reminds me of Sam the first time I took him out to drink with his fake ID." Dean reminisced with a laugh.
"Oh come on, I wasn't that bad." Sam complained, but not without a grin.
"So Bobby, do you think you have anything about why a demon would need to kidnap an angel's familiar? Or any kind of familiar for that matter?" Sam asked.
"I don't know anything about angelic familiars, but I have some stuff on them in general we could look through." The older hunter said, pouring out more whiskey for himself and Jensen.
"Hold on, a demon went after Hilary and Jensen?" Balthazar asked, his concern evident.
"Yeah, yesterday afternoon. Stupid bitch did it while Cas was still there and got her ass kicked." Dean accounted with pride, inspecting his beer that had just refilled itself. Shrugging, he poured some more for Hilary.
"What's the big deal if a demon goes after an angel's familiar?" Bobby asked, "If the angel has more kick to their mojo from what I'm understanding, and the animals even have angelic powers; How's a demon going to be a threat? I'm not finding a problem here."
"While a familiar makes us stronger and grants our counterparts powers, the bond is still a weakness to be attacked. Even with the raised awareness and resilience to most attacks from harboring our Grace, one could easily kill an angel's familiar with the right ritual." Balthazar disclosed.
"Alright. It'd be a shame to look something that boosts your powers and all, but I'm still not seeing why this is such a big deal." Bobby said plainly. Balthazar glowered at the older hunter, slamming his glass on a table before appearing in front of Bobby and getting in his face.
"The big bloody deal about this is that an angel's Grace is connected to their familiar's life force, even when we are in heaven. If our familiar is killed, so is the part of our Grace they harbor. The best way I can come up with how to describe it to you is what it would feel like having one of your limbs cut off suddenly and without warning. Excruciatingly painful. Then you would be left with the knowledge that you've lost a part of yourself and will never be able to get it back. That is how big of a deal it is, Robert Singer." The angel didn't yell, but instead his voice was quiet and lethal when he finished speaking. Everyone was quiet for several minutes after that.
"Well somebody's got their panties in a bunch." Dean remarked sarcastically, instantly breaking the tension that had filled the room. Balthazar sighed as he moved away from Bobby and back to his never empty cup of brandy that Victor was still drinking from.
"You could have just explained it nicely." Bobby mumbled. Balthazar scoffed before answering.
"Yes, I suppose could have."
"Wow, and I thought Dean and I were bad." Sam murmured loudly, making everyone smile slightly.
Suddenly there was a loud crash from the kitchen followed by loud laughter.
"Looks like Cassie's back." The blond angel said, sipping from his drink.
"Idjit angel had better of not broken anything." Bobby growled, downing his whiskey.
It soon became evident that Castiel wasn't the only one in the kitchen when two different vocal tones reached everyone in the library. A round of worried glances was exchanged.
"Did Cas say anything about brining someone back with him?" Sam asked.
"He did mummer something incoherent about finding someone." Balthazar recalled. Just then a small white and black dog ran into the room, barking excitedly.
"Oh great, he found another one. Well, at least it's something normal this time." Sam said hopefully.
Cas came skipping, literally skipping, into the room and crashed onto Dean's lap, earning a quack of irritation from Hilary before she teleported over by Jensen.
"What the hell Cas?" Dean asked, sounding more concerned than angry.
"F'nd 'im." Cas giggled, nuzzling into Dean's thigh. Not that Dean would ever admit it, but he kinda liked how clingy and touchy-feely Cas was acting.
"Found who- OH MY GOD!"
"Not quiet, but thanks for the compliment, Dean-O. Looking good Sammy!"
Everyone stared in shock at the angel who was now leaning against the door frame, cocky smirk firmly in place.
"Miss me?" Gabriel asked smugly.
AN: Hell yeah, Gabriel! And Balthazar and Victor are back too! I may or may not be having too much fun writing this story. Not that I'm complaining or anything. :P