"What in the hell were you thinking!?"
"I believe he was thinking of you, Sam" Castiel answered stoically from near the door to their conjoined rooms. Dean had opened his mouth to answer his extremely pissed off brother, not having a clue what to say, when wonderful Cas saved the day with his inability to grasp rhetorical questions.
Sam gave Cas his patented 'bitch face' as Dean refers to them, as he answers, "Thanks Cas. I never would've figured that out..."
"You dimwit! It was a rhetorical question. Obviously Squirrel was thinking of Moose or we wouldn't be in this spot, would we?" Crowley interjects from his perch on the desk. "Now what do we plan to do with this new information? Surely you don't plan on playing into this sick game?"
"What choice do we really have?" Sam asked the room.
"I say we play along while we figure a way out of this. There must be a fail-safe somewhere" Dean answered scratching the back of his neck before raking a hand down his tired face. He was bone tired from his entire life. 'It just never ends...'
Dean was unfortunately roused from his musings when Cas spoke up, "Sam, I don't think its wise for you to be participating in anything strenuous. You haven't fully healed and I can't heal you fast enough here, especially if you exert yourself on these challenges"
"Maybe you should worry about youself, Cas!" He immediately went on the defense, as he tends to do whenever they bring up his injuries. Cas had been doing his best during the time Dean has been gone, but its progressing slower than they'd all like...except maybe Crowley. Although, even he'll want them up to full health to get out of this spot.
"Sam, I'm merely worried about you. There's no need to be so loud"
"Sorry, Cas. That was unfair of me. You're not the one who lied to me and almost let an unknown angel consume me from the inside" he pointedly turned to Dean and glowered at him.
"You know I never meant for any of this to happen! I tried to vet him! After I got the okay from Cas I did what I had to do to save you!" Now Dean was pissed. He never wanted to put his giant, little brother in the situation to begin with. He was supposed to be the one to close the gates of Hell. "And another thing, none of this would've happened if you'd just let me do the trials myself! I never would've had to ask fake Zeke for help and you wouldn't be on the verge of death! What would you have done if I was the one who went through with it? If the roles were reversed would you have just let me sit there in a coma until Death coerced me into joining him?" He almost whispered the latter half of his statement and left directly after. He needed space from this whole goof troop. Cas made a move to follow him but was held back by a hand on his shoulder. He looked back to see Crowley shaking his head in a silent 'no'.
Cas turned to Crowley then, "Why were you thinking about me?"
"Why, darling, I thought you'd never ask"
Felicity was sitting in the same spot, legs curled under herself reading this heart wrenchingly sad story. These two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester had been so young when their mother was killed by a demon. She had been strung to the ceiling and lit aflame over little Sam's crib. Their father had taken them along hunts after that on a road to revenge that wouldn't end until much later after it claimed more than one life. Felicity was up to the second book now, these books seemed to chronicled the brothers journey.
In the first book the boys backstory was laid out and they had been looking for their father. Dean had lost track of him. He enlisted the help of Sam who had been going to college to become a lawyer. At first he refused, but after his long time girlfriend was strung to the ceiling and lit aflame that night, above their bed, Sam ultimately agreed.
She couldn't contain herself. This story was so addicting. It pulled you in and made you cry like a baby. Poor Dean had been forced to raise his brother on the road his whole life. He'd stolen so that Sam could eat or have Christmas presents. The boys were funny when they were together. She loved when they'd end a conversation and Dean would call Sam a bitch, then Sam would call Dean a jerk. It was an unconventional relationship, but you could tell they really loved each other.
Currently she came to the spot where Sam was killed by the same demon who murdered his mother and girlfriend. Dean was so heartbroken that he sold his soul for Sam's life. Usually when you sell your soul you're given ten years with whatever you sold it for, but the Winchesters have a reputation and bagging one of them is huge. So, his deal only lasts for a year before he's dragged down to Hell for eternity.
She couldn't stop herself. Felicity has been known to speed read through her research, which is how she got to be such a genious, so these books, although long didn't take too much time for her speedy eyes. They give Barry a run for his money. When she comes across familiar names everything clicks for her. Crowley...cross-roads demon? Castiel...leader in God's army? Oh shit. This book could be about THE Sam and Dean sleeping right next door to her! Shit!
Dean was so livid. How could Sammy still be angry with him!? This is what they did. They saved each other. Who sold his soul to save Sam's life? He did. Who never stopped trying to find a way to save him fom Lucifer's cage? He did! He would never stop trying to save Sam. Its what he's done ever since the night of the fire that consumed his mother and childhood consecutively.
Now here he was. A heart full of hurt and anger walking blindly up a flight of stairs that he hadn't even known were here. He walked along the aisles of shelves barely registering the fact that he was now in a library. He walked absent midedly groping the shelves as a way to dipel some pent up energy. Then his hand paused on an embelished spine. The title read GRIMM TALES. His mother used to read him a book just like this filled with Grimm tales. She also used to sing him 'Carry on my Wayward Son' as a lulliby. She was a badass. Without a second thought he grabbed the book and began to read through it. He hadn't read this one though. He was getting into it when there was a 'plop' next to him on the floor where he'd sank leaning against a full-wall shelf.
"Interesting choice of reading material," Sam spoke pointing to the cover of the book.
"Yeah, well, they didn't have any dirty magazines, so"
"Sure you looked hard enough?"
"Really, Sammy? Of course I did. I tore this bitch apart"
"Okay, perv. Our whole life has just been so much. Don't you think its taken enough? I know there's no leaving, but, if I could go to heaven wouldn't that be nice? I mean, Ellen, Jo, and Bobby are up there somewhere. And so many more. Jess and Mom..."
"I don't know that we've got the luxury of going to heaven, Sammy. All the shit I've done. You, of course, but who knows where my soul will go" Dean sighed and look back down to the page in front of him. The picture of the creature was something he'd never seen before and he took to examining it like his life depended on it.
On one half it was a normal girl. Blonde hair, kind of pretty. But right next to it was a haggard woman with her face contorted and deformed. Her eyes were glassed over, half of her eye closed, and half of her mouth was forced closed with strips of skin spanning it. It was grotesque. He was taken out of his momentary silence when Sam pulled a book from behind him and opened it to read.
"I wouldn't let you die, Dean. But don't think I forgive you either"
"Bitch" Dean said turning the page.
"Jerk" Sam said back, reading from his own book.
Felicity was gaping at the aisle in front of her. She had heard the entire conversation between the two brothers. They were definitely the same as the ones in the book. Suddenly she blushed, thinking about some of the things she's already read about them.
She also might have developed an unhealthy crush on one of the boys. Suddenly this game was going to suck more than she thought. Then again she already tiptoes around her attraction to the leather wearing vigilante she'll have to sleep near now. Surely she could keep her new found attraction to the Winchester a secret as well.
A/N: So Supernatural is the one that almost no one watches. This is what happened: in the show Chuck Shirley was a prophet, I LOVED HIM, he wrote a book series named Supernatural. The story chronicled their lives and when they found out they freaked. It was hilarious! So everything that I wrote about is the premise of the first few seasons. So that was sort of a Supernatural crash course. Castiel rescued Dean from Hell and that's why he was introduced, then they kept him because he's fantasticly amazing. Crowley started as a cross roads demon. They make deals for peoples souls for Lucifer. Then there was a season when they had an epic Angel and Demon battle, there was a civil war in Heaven because God split, so...this is kind of confusing but I want you guys to understand their premise. Sam's soul ended up stuck with Lucifer when they trapped him, but they rescued it, so he's good. After they trapped Lucifer, Crowley became the King of Hell. I did take some liberties with it, though. Also, I plan on bringing in the Once Upon A Time fairytale book that Henry had. There was no Grimm book for real but there is one here. Also, obviously there are Green Arrow comics so that's that. Let me know! I love comments!
