Cast my wings off-
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize*
Author's note: Sorry for the wait, we've been updating our house and laying carpets down and painting so I've been typing whenever I can.
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Tracy Bellville sat outside her school, waiting for her brother to come pick her up. This was the third time he was late and she was getting tired of it.
"Hey, Tracy, what's up?" She looked up to see that new kid, Jason, standing above her.
"Not much, just waiting for my brother to get here. He's late again," she said, sighing.
Jason sat down next to her. "Isn't he always late? I'd be pissed if I had to wait as much as you do."
"Oh, I am. But he's older, so what can I do?" she asked sarcastically.
"I'd make him pay. But you seem nice, so I'm sure you would never do anything like that," he said, smiling brightly at her.
She stared at him. "Where's Rick?" she finally asked, more to change the subject.
"Rick is…out for the day. Caught a bad case of the flu," Jason said. Just then a blue truck pulled up to the curb.
"That's Ben. I'll see you tomorrow?" She got up and picked up her book bag.
"Sure," Jason agreed.
Tracy made her way over to the truck and got in, starting to wonder if she was nice. Ben, as usual, had the music up loud and a cigarette between his lips.
"Hey, Tray. Sorry I'm late," he said, pulling away from the curb as soon as her door shut.
"Don't call me Tray, and this is the third time," she said hotly. Her anger started rising.
"Dude, relax. I just lost track of the time. Won't happen again." He lit the cigarette and took a drag from it, blowing the smoke out the window. Some of it came back to Tracy. She lost it.
Reaching over, she took the cigarette from his lips and then pressed it to his arm. "The fuck?" he yelled, jerking his arm away and nearly hitting a tree. He quickly righted the car. "The hell's gotten into you, Tray?"
"Don't call me that!" Tracy shrieked, throwing the cigarette at him and turning the wheel so that they were now barreling straight towards a light pole. "My name is not Tray and you were late!" She had completely lost it. Ben tried to correct the car, but it was too late. The truck hit the pole and both were killed instantly.
Meanwhile, Jason sneered at the wreckage. He had seen the whole thing. Dropping his guard for a moment, his eyes flashed completely black.
"Ahh, Baal. You know, I was thinking that finding you and Halpas would be a lot harder."
The demon whipped around and stared at his king. Still sneering, he dropped into an exaggerated bow. "My lord. What brings you here?" he asked, his voice now cold and menacing.
Crowley glared at the pathetic demon. "You just caused a human to kill herself and her brother. You know about the Order. When you break it, you are smearing my name."
"I did no such thing. She did it all on her own," Baal argued.
"You made her think that," Crowley snapped. "You are entirely to blame for this. Now, where is Halpas?"
"He doesn't go by that name here. And who are you to order us around? I don't take orders from someone who smells of angel. Not to mention human. Been getting around?" Baal taunted.
"You will take orders from me. I am your king and I say whether or not you live," Crowley said, his voice commanding. He could see the fear in Baal's eyes, which pleased him.
But defiance was also there. Baal spat at Crowley's feet and turned to run. Without even lifting a finger, Crowley killed him, sending him back to Hell. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned and saw Sam and Gabe walking towards him, looking entirely too happy.
"Where have you two been?" Crowley asked, a bit annoyed.
"Doesn't matter. Question is: what have you been up to?" Sam retaliated.
"Aww, don't trust me? After all we've been through?" Crowley smirked and winked at Sam, enjoying how Gabe bristled next to him.
Sam glared at him and turned to watch police arrive, along with an ambulance, to try to pull the truck away from the pole. "Who was it?"
For once Crowley turned serious. "Tracy and Ben Bellville. Don't make a difference, but if I had gotten here sooner, I would have stopped it."
"I believe you. Come on, we got to talk to the parents after the police do," Sam said, motioning Gabe and Crowley after him. Gabe followed instantly, but Crowley paused in shock. A Winchester had never told him that they believed him. Ever. It was a startling concept. Eventually, he followed after the hunter and angel.
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Dean woke to the sound of singing. Blinking and looking around wearily, he noticed the sun was a lot brighter than it should have been. He stretched, and then froze as he brushed against another body.
Looking over, he allowed a small smile to grace his face. Cass was still asleep, mouth open slightly, hair messier than usual. He was lying on his back, arms thrown above his head. Dean gave a small chuckle and started to get up. The singing stopped.
"About time. You were asleep for quite awhile." Aphrodite bounded over and grinned. Dean paused.
"How long?" he asked.
"It's noon," she answered. Dean blinked again.
"Shit, really?" He usually never slept that long, as he usually woke up in a cold sweat over nightmares from Hell or because he heard a noise and was worried it was something bad. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"You guys looked cute asleep," she answered, shrugging her shoulders. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and gazed over at Cass. "I'm glad he has you, Dean. I admit I made a mistake once with him, but it was probably the best mistake I've ever made with anybody," she said, her eyes soft.
"What happened?" Dean asked, following her gaze.
"Can't tell you. Not my place. Now, wake Lover-boy over there so we can go eat. Well, so you can go eat and I will check out the guys," she said, grinning again. She was dressed in a simple shirt-and-pants combo, but something about her made her look extra glowly.
"Um, Aphrodite? What's with the charm?" Dean asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"It's a bet I have going with myself. If I can't get at least twenty guys to hit on me by tonight, I can't treat myself to a spa day." She turned her grin onto him and flounced away. "Get him up! I want to go soon!"
He huffed, but couldn't help a smile. He was starting to enjoy the idea of an Order being passed. A week ago, he would have been trying to drown himself in beer by now and hitting on every woman that walked past him. Now, not only was he sober, but also he had only hit on one woman with bad results. He hadn't even tried hitting on Aphrodite.
Not to mention, a week ago he would not have Cass. He stood over him now, feeling slightly like a creeper, and just looked at him. He never claimed he liked guys, but something about Cass drew him in. He was different from other men, excluding the fact he used to be an angel.
Suddenly he was looking into deep blue eyes. Cass gave a small smile at Dean, though he looked slightly confused.
"Why are you standing over me, Dean?" he asked, sitting up.
Dean blushed, something he rarely did. "Nothing. Come on, let's get dressed. Aphrodite wants to go out and eat."
Cass nodded and stood. Dean had forgotten that Cass had gone to bed in only a towel, which now fell away. He quickly averted his gaze, still a bit uncomfortable with checking out a man.
Dean helped him into his clothes, a simple blue shirt and denim jeans, before changing himself. He threw on a white shirt and a pair of darker blue jeans. He had to help Cass put his shoes on, and then they were ready.
Out of nowhere, Aphrodite popped up. "Are we ready?" she asked.
Both men answered yes, and she dragged them outside. It was a nice day, sunny and warm. They ended up choosing a little café a couple blocks from the hotel. Aphrodite went to go get the men's orders, and Dean got the drinks. Cass was sitting at their table by himself when someone came up to him.
"Hey cutie. Here by yourself?"
Cass looked up at the redheaded guy. He had dark brown eyes and a slight beard. His shirt was faded and his jeans were torn, but his shoes looked brand new. There was something about his eyes though that made Cass want to run to Dean before remembering he used to be a fierce angel.
"No, actually. I'm here with my-" Cass was about to say 'boyfriend', but was that what this was? Was he actually in a real relationship with Dean? "-friend," he finished lamely.
The redhead cracked a smile. "In that case, they won't mind if I took you away for a bit, right?" He held out a hand.
"Actually, they would mind. In fact, they mind that you are standing too close to him," a voice behind the redhead said. He turned and looked at Dean.
"Let me guess, you're the 'friend'?" The guy gave Dean a once-over. "Typical."
"Look, man, just leave and we'll call it a day. But I really don't appreciate you coming on to my friend." Dean crossed his arms over his chest. He was about five inches taller than the guy, who seemed to notice that.
"I was merely seeing if he wanted some interesting company. But I'll take my leave. Name's Rick, and I think you will be seeing a lot of me around." The guy winked and walked off.
"You okay?" Dean asked Cass. Cass looked up at him.
"Dean, are we dating?" Cass asked bluntly. Dean drew back a tiny bit, not expecting that, but grinned.
"Yeah, I think we are," he answered. The two smiled at each other, not noticing Aphrodite running up to them with a concerned look on her face. She paused when she got to the table, sighed, and smacked Dean on the back of the head.
"Ow! What's wrong with you?" he asked, rubbing his head.
"We need to go now." She looked around, as if scouting for something.
"Why? What's wrong?" Dean was looking around too, but didn't know for what.
"It's Sam. Gabriel sent me a message. He and Crowley were following Sam when they were attacked by something. With both of them fighting, they didn't notice that anything was wrong until the attackers left. We have to go. Sam's missing!"