Rated: T for mild language, perilous situations, and terrible writing.
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Story so far: A deadly fight with a rugaru, a brotherly reunion in heaven, strange voices, a bizarre body switch, and a double case of amnesia.
The car ride was mercifully short. Dean was a silent sufferer but Sam could see the pain Dean was in. He'd had enough migraines himself to recognize the pain etched on Dean's purposely expressionless face. He wore dark shades to block the intensely bright sunlight, his jaw was tight and his hands were fisted in his lap, knuckles white.
The headache seemed to leave abruptly. His posture relaxed, his fists unclenched.
"Pills finally kick in?" Sam asked, surprised at the abrupt change in Dean.
"Didn't take any."
"So the headache. It's just gone?"
"Not really. It keeps coming and going."
Sam frowned. "Well that's just weird. What do you think is causing it?"
"That waitress. I think her perfume finally got to me. Man, she must have bathed in that…Crap!" It took Sam a moment to realize that the curse at the end of Dean's joke had nothing to do with the perfume the waitress had been wearing- Dean was grimacing again, hunched over in pain.
"Dammit, Dean." Sam swerved a bit as he glanced over at Dean, placing a hand on his arm.
"Just keep your eyes on the road." Dean growled through teeth clenched in pain.
Sam sighed. Frustrated. He hated not being able to do anything to help relieve Dean's pain. He rummaged around in his jacket pocket for several moments, pulled out some heavy duty pain medication- he told Dean to take some but Dean refused. 'It's really not that bad' he'd lied. Leave it to Dean to try to suck up a migraine. He could be an idiot some times.
Dean's headache seemed to have passed again. As quickly as it had come. Highly likely that it would come back again though.
And Sam worried that maybe this headache was meant for him. He wondered if Dean was thinking the same thing. If he was, he hadn't mentioned it. Sam couldn't recall Dean ever getting headaches. Though maybe Dean had always been really good at hiding them. Dean had always been really good at hiding pretty much everything. Not that Sam had had any headaches lately either though. And even when he did, they were migraines that left him paralyzed with pain for at least 24 hours. Not flashes of pain that lasted perhaps 5-10 minutes at a time and then passed only to return a few minutes later. This actually reminded Sam of the headaches he used to get when he'd have visions. But Dean wasn't having visions.
Sam stepped out of the car, Dean walked a few steps behind him. Pulling the key from his pocket, Sam was about to open the door when Dean grabbed Sam's arm and took the keys from him. "Stop." He whispered. He wasn't looking at Sam, his eyes were fixed on the motel room door. He went up to the window, back flat against the building and tried to peak in.
"What do you see?"
Dean frowned. "Nothing. Dammit. "
"Good. Give the key back."
"We can't go in there." Dean jogged back over to the Impala and climbed into the drivers seat, put the key in the ignition, waiting for Sam to join him but Sam just stood at the door of the motel. Staring at Dean as if he were out of his mind.
Unbelievable. Dean thought "Get your ass over here!" He mouthed angrily at Sam motioning wildly for him to join him in the car.
Unbelievable. When had Dean decided that it was no longer necessary to treat him like an adult. 'We can't go in there.' was all he'd said. 'Do what I say. Don't ask questions.'
Sam got into the car angrily. Glared at Dean. "Okay. What's the big freakin' deal? Mind telling me why we can't go into our room?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"Yes, I do mind." Dean elaborated.
Sam stared at Dean in disbelief. Waited for him to say something more but Dean just turned his attention towards the motel room door, as if he expected something to happen. His expression intense. Unreadable.
"Come on Dean. I don't know why you won't tell me what's going on and I know you like to share information with me on a need-to-know basis but I think I need to know."
Dean was silent a few more moments and Sam thought perhaps he was ignoring him, but finally Dean said,
"There's something in there." That's all he was going to say? Apparently Dean thought he could appease Sam with that tiny bit of information. Nice try, Dean.
"Yeah? You said you didn't see anything when you looked in the window."
"I didn't."
"Well then you need to explain how the hell you know something's in there."
"I don't need to do anything. You need to trust me." Dean's annoyance had turned to pleading. Don't ask me more his eyes said.
"Screw you." Sam said angrily. He grabbed his gun and reached for the car door.
Dean, "Where do you think you're going?"
Sam was pissed, "I'm going to see if there's anything in there. You can come with me if you wish or you can stay in the car and I will let you know when the coast is clear."
Dean shook his head, and said quietly, "A gun's not gonna work."
"Then I'll take the colt."
"The colt won't work either."
Sam sat back in his seat and turned to look at Dean. Dean could be infuriating. Sometimes it took a great deal of self-control to not beat the crap out of him.
"Mind telling me what's in there that the Colt won't kill?"
Dean was avoiding Sam's eyes and Sam couldn't figure out why. "Angels." He finally looked at Sam, watching for Sam's reaction.
"How do you know that?"
"Don't ask. I just know."
"Come on Dean, you owe me an answer. I need an answer."
Dean shifted uncomfortably, he looked down at the steering wheel, "I heard them." He played with the ring on his finger.
"I didn't hear anything, Dean."
Dean nodded. He didn't speak for several moments, "I don't know why I can hear them and you can't. But I'm a little bit more freaked that I knew they were there before I actually heard them." He was so quiet Sam wondered if he had heard him right, "
He was stunned, he didn't know what to say. Dean turned his head back towards the window, sat there with his head tilted to the side, his brows furrowed.
Several moments later Dean turned towards Sam, his face white, "We've gotta get out of here. They know we're out here." He shifted the car into gear and stomped on the gas. They were out of there so fast Sam was sure he would be feeling whiplash tomorrow morning.
It hit him. Sam figured it out. Dean had been listening. To the angels. That's why he'd been sitting in the car staring at their motel room. Geez, I can be such an idiot sometimes. Sam hadn't realized that Dean was still hearing the angels while they had been talking in the car. That he could hear the angels from such a far distance.
Sam looked over his shoulder as they sped away- several men were coming out of the motel room. Must be the angels. He could only hope that they hadn't noticed them driving out of there like a bat out of you-know-where.
"So Sammy, anything you failed to tell me?" Dean looked over at Sam, eyebrows raised.
"What do you mean?"
"Why am I suddenly the angel whisperer? You been catching angel radio lately?"
"Dean. I have demon blood in me. I haven't been hearing from angels. That's all you bro."
"Well that's freaky as hell."
Silence.
"Dean, what makes you think the angels are trying to harm us? Maybe they just want to talk."
Dean snorted, "Come on Sam, I'm hearing angel voices in my head. So when I tell you the angels want to kill us, I'm not just pulling it from my ass."
"So what did we do this time to piss them off?"
"Beats me."
"Wait a second!" Sam grabbed Dean's arm, "We died."
Dean looked over, question in his eyes.
"What if when we died, we went to Heaven? I mean, what if this has something to do with something that happened up there?"
Again. More questions that could only be answered by Cas.
Less than A Week Ago
Silence.
The screeching had stopped as had the words. Been replaced by complete and total silence. Sam was shaking him. Dean lay there, could see Sam repeating his name over and over but could hear nothing. He sat up slowly. Shaky. Things started coming into focus, and gradually Dean's hearing started to return.
'Michael is back' Had he really heard that? Michael the archangel who was supposed to be in the cage with Lucifer? What did that mean?
'Did you hear that?' There was fear in Dean's eyes… he looked at Sam hopefully, hoping that Sam had heard or felt something too. That it wasn't just him. That perhaps Sam had heard the voices. The deafening screeching. Felt the ground spinning under their feet.
Sam just stared at him, face a mixture of terror and relief, 'I didn't hear a thing. You just flipped out on me. I thought you were having a seizure or something. You heard something?'
'Yeah. Voices.'
'Voices? Seriously? Like what kind of voices?'
'I don't remember all of it, it's like I'm catching radio frequency in my head.' Dean didn't mention that he had been hearing things all morning. It freaked him out. He debated whether or not to admit to Sam that he knew what the voices were. Angels. He was hearing angelic conversations. And he had no clue why he could hear them but Sam could not. After all Sam was the one with the psychic abilities. Or at least he had been.
But Sam was not going to give him the option of keeping secrets from him. Sam listened wordlessly as Dean told him about what he'd been hearing, 'but this is the first time it was like this. It was different this time. Louder. Stronger. A little bit more coherent. You know, actual words strung together. Before it sounded like static with maybe a word here or there.'
Sam took a deep breath. 'Why? I mean, why now?'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean, why are you hearing angelic conversations now? You've been to Heaven before. Did you hear angel voices then?'
Dean shrugged.
'No, but maybe it has something to do with Michael? After all I am Michael's vessel. That didn't necessarily change just because I said no. Just because Adam replaced me. Maybe I can hear the angels when Michael's in the building.'
'Michael? But Michael is in the cage.'
Dean had forgotten to mention that. 'No, Michael is back. That's what I heard.'
'Seriously? Who sprung Michael? I can't imagine this being a good thing! What else did you hear?
'Umm, something about the throne of God and Moses' bones.'
Sam laughed, 'Seriously dude? Moses' bones?'
'Yeah. You think it's significant?'
Sam grinned, "Well here we are in a library… Let's see what we can find out!'
'Awesome. Research. Just what I always hoped I'd be doing if I ever reached Heaven.'
Three hours later. They were sitting at a large table. Sam was surrounded by piles of books. Dean had tried to help for a short time but had fallen asleep after about thirty minutes.
Sam shook him awake, 'Hey Dean, I think I've found something!' His eyes were bright with excitement.
Dean lifted his head. Sleepy, 'Okay, hit me with it.'
'So I'm reading the Bible, all about Moses. And apparently when he died God buried him. Hid his body. Now get this, it looks like scholars and archaeologists and pretty much anyone with a shovel have been trying to locate his bones for centuries. I mean, imagine the significance of such a historical find. But according to this passage, God hid them so well that nobody knows where his body was hid.'
'Why would God hide this Moses dude's bones?'
'I don't know. But there's more. Over in the New Testament there's a passage that says blah blah blah…"the archangel Michael, when he was disputing with the devil about the body of Moses…" so apparently it's not only historians who are interested in finding Moses' bones. Even the devil wants them. And it looks like Michael knows where they are.'
'Wow.' Dean said, rubbing his eyes. 'That's fascinating but I don't get it. What does this have to do with springing Michael and the throne of God?'
Sam shrugged, 'Well if there's anything else you can remember maybe that would help.'
Dean put his head in his hands, searching his brain. 'Uhh, they said that something named Ophan was the biggest obstacle.'
'Huh.' Sam said. 'Ophan?'
The angels shouldn't have been able to find them. Cas had put Enochian symbols on their ribs and told them that would keep the angels away. But here the angels were and they had found their location. Last thing Dean wanted was an angel show down.
Dean didn't know how they would manage to come out on top if it came to that. Game plan at the moment: Avoid the angels. It wasn't like they still had the Michael sword. Cas had that. Speaking of Castiel. The bastard. Where was he? How many times had Dean tried to call him but still Cas didn't show.
They were driving 70 mph, no destination in mind. Sam looked behind them. "Oh crap." There was an angel running after the car. Keeping pace. Probably not even running as fast as he could. And then another one joined him.
Dean looked at Sam and grinned, "Do you think we can outrun them?" He gunned the car.
TBC