DISCLAIMER: I don't own and didn't create the characters below, except for Tyrone. Professor Emmett Frink is a combination of two characters. He looks like Doc Emmett Brown from Back to the Future, but acts and talks like Professor John Frink from The Simpsons. He first showed up in my fic "Of Terminators and Training Wheels"… but I'll let him tell you more about that himself ;-)
CHAPTER 7- But Listen Closely…
Dank Spooky Alley Way: Lawrence, Kansas- 1978
Castiel let out a pained grunt and then a huge sigh of relief as Professor Frink managed to wrench the tortuous and most likely Demonic women's shoes from his aching feet. He was able to breathe an even greater sigh once the wild haired scientist brought forth a pocket knife and cut the laces from the back of his bodice.
"Once again I must apologize to you my dear Heavenly Creature," the Professor said sincerely, using a handkerchief to wipe the frightful make-up off the angel's face, "Had I realized it was you from the beginning, I could have spared you this unfortunate experience… Lord knows it was no fun when they put me through the same ordeal… Well, maybe it was a little fun… but that's neither here nor there…"
"I still don't understand. How is it that you were waiting there in that exact place to rescue me from those… people?" Castiel wanted to know as he untangled himself from the feather boa and then stripped off the ridiculous lace gloves, "How do you know anything about me…or angels for that matter?"
"I know very little about angels in all actuality," Frink admitted, "But several weeks ago, I sought the advice of a local fortune teller. And she told me that the only thing that could solve my… erm… present difficulties… was some Divine Intervention from the Future. While she couldn't elaborate beyond that enigmatic statement, she said that if I attended every movie and participated in every performance at the Lawrence Theater, eventually I would receive a "sign from above". It's been a rough month living off popcorn and Junior Mints and being forced into mild Transvestitism, but Hoyven Glayven, here you are at last! My sign from above! And what a sign! I only wish I'd been equipped with some device to measure that wingspan of yours!"
Castiel frowned, considering the strange little man's statements as he sorted through the pile of Jimmy Novak's clothing. He hadn't realized just how comforting his vessel's outer garments really were until this moment when he was sitting out in the chilly night air wearing nothing but bikini briefs and a pair of fishnet stockings.
"I was not sent here to help you," he informed the Professor while easing into Jimmy's shirt, "In fact, my presence here in this time is only due to a completely unrelated and unfortunate set of circumstances. There is a rogue angel who came here to murder the parents of my friends in order to end their existence in the Future. I brought them here to try and prevent this catastrophe and will return them to the year 2010 once the threat is over. I do not believe that will be of any help to you or your… present difficulties."
"But my fine feathered friend! Don't you see? This is precisely how you can be of service to me. I desperately need to return to the Future myself! You obviously have the ability to travel through time while carrying humans merrily along the way. Hence forth you can be of assistance to me!… Take me with you, in other words."
Castiel coolly eyed the scientist's eager face. While he was not without compassion, he found the presumption that he should automatically be expected to help particularly galling. The man had been correct in stating that he knew very little about angels.
"Exactly why should I assist you?" he asked, "You said you came from the Future as well. But how is it you came to be in the past in the first place?'
"Oh, good Glayven me. I see now you are not the all-knowing being I originally took you for," the Professor said sheepishly, "Perhaps it's best to begin at the beginning…"
He settled down in the wheelchair while Castiel continued to dress himself.
"But listen closely to my strange tale… From a very young age, I have dedicated myself to the pursuit of science…to study and come to know the unknowable, as it were. As I grew older and weary of the modern world, I began to ponder if it was possible to go back and relive my glory days of youth- to travel back to the time I found most enjoyable and funkadelic, by Glayven- the 70's! I spent nearly 30 years toiling night and day to construct a machine that could transport matter through time and space! By the dawn of the 21st Century I had perfected my creation, but had not been allowed to test it on any human subject by order of the FBI. But then in the year 2007, a violent and dangerously delusional escaped convict by the name of Gordon Walker abducted me and forced me to use my Time Machine on him… Deeply disturbed and altogether unpleasant man!… But at any rate, Mr. Walker made me send him back to the year 1984 so that in some irrational Arnold Schwarzenegger inspired fantasy he could "Terminate" two very young children named Sam and Dean Winchester!"
Castile, who had been growing more and more impatient with this strange story and was about to test whether or not he still had enough angel mojo to render a man unconscious with a touch, suddenly became very wide eyed and attentive as the Professor continued.
"Needless to say, the targets of Mr. Walker's ire were quite displeased with this turn of events and insisted that I send them back in time as well. This forced experiment turned out to be highly successful, with one minor draw back. The Machine caused the Time Travelers to age backwards as they journeyed to the past. The Winchester brothers were decidedly irritated with me for failing to calculate such an occurrence, for at their age, reliving their days of youth entailed having to go back to training wheels and erm... training pants... They were not very happy about the diaper situation. Not very happy at all…But I instantly realized that my dream of returning to the 70's would have the added bonus of returning spry as a spring chicken! No bad hip or liver spots for me! Such joyful notion by glayven that I set the Machine to return me at once to the year 1977... And as this is now 1978 you can see I have been here for some time. The Machine was set to self-destruct which left me with a no return policy as it were… Until now, of course! When your friends have completed their business here you can just pick up another faire in your Angel Taxi so to speak and drop me off in the year 2007!"
Throughout the Professor's long speech, Castiel had been hopping up and down on one foot after the other attempting to yank the fishnet stockings off his legs. He had finally given up and simply pulled Jimmy's pants up over the tightly clinging nylons. Now he stood fully dressed once more and absorbing everything the man had just said. He didn't know if there were in fact some Divine arrangements being made… or if this was all just a coincidence. But he was very leery of now being responsible for taking three human passengers through time. Under the cover of darkness, he stretched out and flexed his wings, testing their strength. The weakness he still felt was disconcerting. At this rate, he wasn't sure he would be able to take himself back to the future.
"I am still uncertain whether or not it is wise to take you with me…" he told Frink, "But these men you mentioned, Sam and Dean Winchester, they are my friends. They are the reason the angel Anna has traveled back to this time to try and prevent their existence… I do not know if she was inspired by this… Arnold Schwarzenegger, however…"
"HOYVEN GLAYVEN!" Professor Frink leapt up out of the chair and began a wild dance in the middle of the alley way, "The Winchesters! Of course! My but these lads are most unlucky when it comes to people wanting to kill them!... But don't you see! They know me and can vouch for me! They wouldn't want me to be left behind! Just ask them. Where are they?"
"I don't know," Castiel sighed, "I have lost track of their whereabouts. I can still sense that Dean is here… somewhere… But I have no way of locating him with any accuracy. And Sam… I cannot sense at all… I must find them soon. They have already had one encounter with Anna that I know of. And she does not take kindly to defeat."
"I know who can help us!" Frink announced at once, "The fortune teller I mentioned earlier. She has a way of knowing such things. If anyone can get a bead on the Winchesters' whereabouts, by glayven it would be her! She spends her nights at a local Discothèque called the Club Manero. We can find her there…"
Castiel cocked his head to the side and then reached into the pocket of his trench coat pulling out the flyer that had been left there before by the strange shiny man named Tyrone. He showed it to Professor Frink.
"Is this the place?"
"Yes! Yes!" the scientist exclaimed, "In fact, the fortune teller and the man pictured here are quite the romantic item, hah glayven! Young love! Tyrone, or "Dr. T" is a good friend of mine. Hell of a dancer! And his mic skills are phenomenal! I never used to miss a performance of his, but of course, for the past month I have been otherwise occupied with my… present difficulties… Can you fly us to the Club my winged companion?"
"No," Castiel shook his head, "Traveling through time with passengers has weakened me. If I'm to have any chance at all of taking both you and the Winchesters back to the 21st Century, I'll have to reserve my strength."
"Perhaps we could hail a cab once we make it to the main street," Frink suggested, "But come, we must not dilly dally. It's never good for me to stay in one place for too long!"
Moving quickly but cautiously the Professor led the angel through the alley ways and back streets always nervously checking each new area before proceeding.
"There is something else I do not understand," Castiel said as they made their way through the darkened paths, "You spent so much time and effort trying to get back to the 70's. Why are you so desperate now to return to the year 2007?"
"I must warn myself in that time NOT to come back here!" the Professor stated emphatically, "I made a very serious miscalculation in judgment in this time and here now, my life is in constant danger! I would love to elaborate further. Perhaps once we are safely at the Club I can explain everything. Then when the fortune teller has located Sam and Dean we can all catch an encore performance by Tyrone. I would just love to shake my groove thing one last time to the vocal stylings of Dr. T! Dancing by glayven! Umm… onward shall we?"
They turned the corner to see a young African American man in a nice tailored suit approaching them. Castiel gasped and began to back away.
"We must leave at once!" he insisted, grabbing Frink's arm.
"Well, speak of the devil!" Frink declared, breaking free from the angel's grasp to walk towards the man "If it isn't Dr. T himself! We were just on our way to see you! High-Five my main man Tyrone! "
Frink raised his hand but the man ignored him completely, folding his arms as he glared at the trembling Castiel.
"What's happening, my brother?" he said sternly.
"It's my brother," Castiel told Frink in a soft voice, bowing his head and averting his eyes from the man's gaze, "He wants to know what's happening."
"No, no, no," Frink laughed, "My dear angelic boy, I'm afraid you know very little about the time you came to visit. That's the way people talked in the 70's, by glayven. This is my friend Tyrone. Although I've never seen him wearing a suit before…"
"No," Castiel said swallowing hard, "I'm afraid you know very little about angels. This is my brother Uriel… He's wearing Tyrone!"
to be continued…
AUTHOR'S NOTE: UH OH… Is poor Castiel in for an angelic beat down? Any guesses on what Professor Frink's troubles may be? Find out soon. I'm aiming to get a chapter up every two to three days now.
As always reviews are greatly appreciated! I've had a really rotten week at work and feedback always cheers me up! Hugs and Kisses in advance. :-)!!
