Bobby waved goodbye to the Winchesters as they drove off in one of his fixed cars, with a few of his spare weapons.
"Kick some ass for me!" He called, and they both nodded. Dean spoke up a few minutes later:
"Got any news on our assholes?" Sam nodded.
"They've been pretty busy. Sixteen bodies in the eight days we've been gone. Pattern of attacks and M.O fit. Homes robbed, bodies mutilated. But check this out: according to a pair of police reports, they were reported to have struck two houses in one night, across town from each other." Dean was unimpressed.
"And?"
"Reports say the attacks happened at the exact same time." Dean pulled the car over, indifference trampled by disbelief.
"What do you think? Shifters?"
"Might explain why we lived to tell the tale when they attacked us." Dean grimaced.
"Also might explain why they trashed the Impala." A moment of silence was held for the demolished automotive masterpiece. "So, i'm guessing these shifters didn't know their targets were immortal. I'd guess they were holding onto them, using them for multiple changes. The real ones must've woken up and escaped, and are doing what they tried to do in the first place. If they meet, i might actually feel pity for the shifters." Sam looked nervous.
"If we couldn't handle the shifters as them, how the hell are we gonna fight them AND the real ones?" Dean smiled, the kind he smiled when he'd finally figured something out, or finally gotten the girl to agree to his advances.
"We're getting some backup."
Castiel and a slightly less powerful angel who Cass named Andreil stood before the Winchesters, listening to the conclusion of their rollercoaster story. Castiel spoke up.
"So, what you're saying is, you want us to possess you, and help fight a nearly immortal set of enemies?" They nodded. Cass grinned. "Sounds OK to me. I've been hoping you'd ask me to help." The other angel nodded his silent assent, preferring to speak through the mind, his voice melodic like most angels.
"Justice needs to be brought, and you have sought out the right people to assist you." With little warning, the angelic duo jumped from their bodies, hovered a moment, then plunged themselves into their new hosts. Both hunters gasped with surprise as heavenly power surged through them, getting itself comfortable. Sam/Andreil spoke. I trust we will let them be the talkers, and we will give our aid where it is truly needed. Dean/Castiel nodded.
"I also trust our hosts will not make this awkward." They both nodded to each other, and started their trek back towards Independence, where a fight was nearing its end.
-In Independence-
Hidan took his scythe from the impostor, who lay gurgling on the pavement, dying eyes transfixed on the beating heart he held in his hand. Hidan nearly found his own sort of release watching the light sputter out in his eyes, that look of glorious fucking disbelief glued on his face.
"I'm not sure what the fuck you things are, or how you nabbed our fucking identities, but I know one thing: Kakuzu, we're fucking finishing what these copycats started. We're going to find the ones our pussy clones didn't kill, and we're gonna fucking finish the fucking job!" Kakuzu nodded in agreement, finished relieving his very dead doppleganger of all the money he'd technically stolen from him.
"Only two more to go. This time, against their real enemies, they can expect no mercy."
A/N: OK, so I lied a little, I know Castiel isn't minor (please don't hurt me :( ). The next chapter will be the first part of our final showdown between "Angel" Sam + "Angel" Dean against the true Hidan + Kakuzu. IT'S GOING DOWN! Also, make sure to let me know if you guys want two endings!