I give you guys permission to beat me up! I know I promised a couple weeks, I always promise a couple weeks and then it turns into a couple months! Alright read read!
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As Colin came down the stairs freshly showered he heard the boys arguing in the kitchen.
"We already have a theory Dean!" Sam yelled at his brother.
"Well find another one, angels aren't real!" Dean shouted right back.
"Actually, there is a bunch of lore, especially in the medieval era. People believed that angels were real and could perform amazing miracles, like bringing someone back to life without trading another soul." Everyone looked at him, he just shrugged, "What? My mom likes angels, they always 'gave her a sense of peace' or whatever." Bobby slammed the book, which he was poring over, closed.
"Why the hell didn't we ask him first, could've saved me from all this research." He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Dean started to go off when Sam called this 'good news', Colin just sat back and listened.
"We gotta figure out more about why they want Dean." Sam finally said. Colin stood up.
"No." He put power into his voice. Sam turned to face him.
"What do you mean no?" He questioned with an angry tone to his voice.
"What the fuck do mean it means you dumbfuck? The deal was you get your brother, I get my friend. I don't have time to go traipsing around the country with two half-wit clotpoles when my best friend is having his insides ripped out in hell for no other reason than the fact that his half-sister is a total fucking bitch!" Colin shouted at the two men in front of him, his anger flaring up in his eyes. All three men were stunned into silence; Colin huffed and stormed out the house onto the back porch. As he sat down on a rickety chair he tried to calm his breathing. He forgot his jacket inside, fucking great. His cigarettes were in that jacket. The back door opened and someone stepped outside, Colin decided to ignore whoever it was.
"Here." Dean said pressing something cold into his shoulder. Colin grabbed it and brought it in front of him.
"It's 9 in the morning." Colin stated matter-of-factly
"Yeah well its 5 o'clock somewhere smartass." Dean popped open his beer and took a swig, Colin following his lead. They sat in comfortably silence with a slight awkwardness and Colin knew why.
"I know you don't trust me, or even like me for that matter." Colin looked into Dean's face that has turned slightly stunned, "You think you're this stoic soldier that doesn't show emotion but you're dead wrong, you show everything. Right here." Colin pointed two fingers at his own eyes.
"Well Sam was always one to trust easy, I wouldn't be surprised if he friended a demon while he was at college. He so desperately wanted a normal life." Dean huffed a laughed, "Hell you two probably met in the worst way possible and he trusted you not to kill him." Dean was pretty much right, Colin had Sam at gunpoint; if he had pulled the trigger he would've felt no remorse, what was one more body to his list?
"Wait! Was I fucking right?" Dean looked at him. Colin mumbled something that he couldn't hear, "What?"
"I had him at gunpoint ok! He killed a demon I was getting information out of and I was gonna shoot him." Colin sighed and took a long pull from his beer.
"Why didn't you? Shoot him I mean." Dean was staring at him intently, watching his every move. Colin smiled at the question.
"He reminded me of me, young me. Before all this shit came into my life. He was at gunpoint but still manage to insult me, confident that I wouldn't shoot. I've been there before, with Bradley actually. He was throwing knifes at a poor kid, only had a plank of wood for cover and I stopped him. He held a knife to my throat and even though he did that, I insulted the shit out of him, but his father was important. Had a reputation, so Bradley 'hit me' and sent me along." Colin's eyes went out of focus from the memory playing behind his eyes. Bradley smiled along at the image of a unknown man hold a knife to Colin's throat.
"Will you tell me about him? About Bradley?" Dean quietly questioned.
"Yeah, uh. Bradley, he was a great man, everybody loved him. His father did some real bad shit and Bradley really tried to fix the big ass mess that was created. It just ended up killing him in the end. But Bradley was a born leader, you know. He had many faithful friends." Colin's eyes went out of focus with the memory.
"Where are all of his friends now? What happened to them with Bradley died?" Dean thought they would've turned on each other, killed to be number one.
"Bradley was married, a loveless marriage but a marriage nonetheless. They followed her and she kept true to Bradley's cause, on making the world a better place."
"How did he die?" Colin quickly glanced over at him, then back at the yard.
"His half-sister killed him. But the bitch hid behind her adopted son of sorts." Colin sniffled, "The bitch was a cowered and I'm glad I was the one to kill her. Her vision of the future was clouded by pain and emptiness."
"What-"
"Can we not talk for a while? Damn, I need a cigarette, you wouldn't happen to have some anywhere?" Dean nodded and said he would be right back. Colin wiped a hand down his face. The hold that Sam had fixed and reinforced was a fucking lie, because in 5 minutes Dean had ripped it back open and made it so big it felt like Colin was drowning. Staring intently at the backyard he saw something shimmer in the corner of his eyes, swinging his eyes over he saw a figure that made him tense up immediately.
"It can't be…" Colin whispered. The figure's head was down and when Colin spoke the head snapped up.
"Lance" was breathed out of a speechless man. The figure raised its hand and with one finger ran it across its neck, a smirk playing on the figure's lips as it pointed to him. Colin blinked, which took all of four seconds, and when he looked about at the place of the figure it was gone.
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So I know that this ends as a cliff hanger but in a couple hours the next chapter will be up (I cross my heart)! The next chapter was supposed to be added onto this buuuttttttt (lol butt is in there) as I continued this chapter I realized that continuing on from here it's not as serious as this last scene. I have posted chapter 1 of this story on archiveofourown, so if any of your friends only read on that then tell them about it (Same name and all).
Also I'm starting a contest, I want to now how you guys picture Merlin and everyone, what do you think Arthur looks like all beat up in hell? Even though I don't post regularly, I do go on social media a lot. So post pictures anywhere with the hashtag #katnip2012 (tumblr, pintrest, instagram, and if you think I won't know where you posted it pm or send me a review) and the best drawing will become the story picture on this website and I will add drawings into the ending of each chapter on archive.
Of course getting to talk to you guys is always a blessing and helps me write,
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