A rather short Chapter as i think... but here it is chapter 8 and i don't know but it's a less convincing chapter then the ones before~
Anyways have fun reading it~
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Chapter 8 : And none of use deserves redemption, cause
Dean, Sam and Pascal were driving down a long road, listening to Dean singing along with Led Zeppelin.
It was around afternoon, that the archangel had zapped himself into the Impala, startling the young girl and the two men.
"It'd be nice to have an angel bell... or this spider-sense..." Pascal said and sat back into the car seat, "Not our fault, you can't sense us..." Gabriel said, the ever so present lollipop in place, "What do you mean sense you?" Pascal asked, "Well a few people can sense us..." he replied and she nodded.
"So where are you heading to Dean-o?" Gabriel asked and Dean flinched, grabbed the steering wheel harder, his knuckles turning white.
"I don't think he likes his nickname..." Pascal said nibbling at a bagel she had bought at the diner earlier that day, "I don't think I care..." the ex-trickster replied, biting a big piece out of his new lollipop.
"We're heading to Rock Ridge, Colorado a girl died after the final performance of the school theatre" Sam answered the gold-brown's question.
"No wonder Dean-o has his pants in a twist, young girl dies... Still after the High school panties?" the archangel mocked and Dean slammed his foot on the break.
Throwing Pascal forward, crashing her head against the back of Dean's seat, whilst Sam pushed his hand against the dashboard, to cushion his spin forward against it.
Within mere seconds Dean was at the passenger seat of Gabriel, behind Sam and pulled the door open, just to find the seat empty.
"He's just trying to get under your skin and you always give him plenty of chances" Pascal yawned and looked at Sam who just rolled his eyes.
Dean got into his drivers seat, just to get a lollipop thrown at his lap, well some kind of peace offer.
They arrived at Rock Ridge half an hour after the accident and threw themselves directly into work, the first step as always was to get some background information on the victim.
Stacy Miller had been a sweet and shy girl, the theatre performance was something big to her, since she had finally developed some self-confidence. But after the third performance, they had found her, dead on the bed of the theatre
This time Dean, Pascal and Sam were FBI agents once again, it somehow was one of the most used identities of the three.
"Mrs. Miller, we're Agent Being, Agent Flinch and Agent Swift, we're here to get some information about the death of your daughter." Sam said, smiling his heart warming smile, all three flashed their FBI badges.
"Agents, I told all I knew the police already..." she said and wiped away tears, her eyes puffy red and Pascal couldn't help but feel compassion for the older woman.
"We work in different patterns..." Pascal explained and smiled, "Aren't you to young to be an FBI Agent?" Mrs. Miller asked.
"I'm from Germany our ways of becoming Agents are different and it's a trainee year for me in America." Pascal explained.
Sam and Dean tried to go with the story and hoped the woman wouldn't question them anymore, but it seemed like the woman was in question mood.
"Oh wirklich? Dass ist sehr schön, Ich komme auch aus Deutschland"[1] Mrs. Miller said in fluent German, which surprised Pascal.
"Endlich jemand der meine Sprache spricht... Ich habe mein Abitur bereits mit 15 bestanden und etliche Klassen übersprungen.."[2] Pascal replied in equal fluent German, smiling.
The woman nodded and lead them into the kitchen, Sam sighed in relief inwardly and Dean couldn't help himself to relax a bit.
"Would you mind telling us what happened the day Stacy died? Don't leave any details out, no matter how weird they might sound" Sam asked and Mrs. Miller nodded.
"It was a rather cold day and the whole family had gathered to see the performance of our little angel, god bless her soul. The performance went like the last two and there seemed nothing wrong, we awaited our star of the show, backstage for the after show party. As her sister my older daughter Mary came running, screaming that something terrible had happened in Stacy's cabin. We went to see and..."
Mrs. Miller faltered, Pascal moved next to the woman and put a hand on her back moving it in soothing circles and reassured her they would find who ever did it to her daughter.
That's if she would help him, with all she knew.
"She was lying on the bed, that had been used for the final act of the performance, not breathing anymore. Her clothes were gone and... the doctor said after the autopsy, that there had been a sexual intercourse... But she was virgin!" she said and sobbed, Pascal continued in her movements, encouraging the woman to keep on talking.
"How do you know? For all you know, she could've not told you..." Dean suddenly said and Sam as well as the girl could've slapped themselves, Dean was such a flatliner.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Miller, my partner Agent Flinch, is rather effected by this case... since..." Pascal trailed off, left the sentence open and bit her lip.
Sam put on his best puppy-understanding look and Dean just looked away, "Stacy was a good kid... no one understood her at this school... but she was such a good kid. She used to help the handicapped kids in that clinic down the street" the mother said and again, tears welled up.
Pascal took one of the tissues out of the box on the table and handed it to the woman, "Stacy sounds like a great kid..." Pascal assured and glared over Mrs. Millers head at Dean.
"Thanks a lot for your time Mrs. Miller, we'll let you know, if we know something knew." Sam said and the three 'agents' got up and were lead to the door.
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"I wish you'd drop dead!" the girl shouted at the boy on the front door, tears were streaming down her face and the boy held up his hands, as if to say 'What shall i do?'
"You cheated on me!" she shouted again and he sighed, he had never meant for her to find it out that way, but he had slept with that girl to get some experience.
He had wanted to make it special to his love... and now she had found out and she was leaving him, he'd do anything to make her happy again.
"I'm sorry Maisie..." he said, but she had already slammed the door shut, he stood there like an idiot, still looking at the closed door.
"I'd do anything... just to make you happy again..." he whispered, unknown to him a young girl stood at the side of the street, "As you wish" she whispered.
It was late night when the same boy, who had cheated on his girlfriend went for a late basketball training.
He always trained a bit alone, at that abandoned park with the few basketball hoops, since the town wasn't that big, there was nothing to fear in the night.
Besides he was a young men and could defend himself, of that he was sure.
"Hey, are you here often?" a young soft voice asked and the boy turned around to see a young woman with shorts and a tank top.
"Uhm... yeah... you're knew aren't you?" he asked and she nodded, "Just moved in." she replied, "You shouldn't be walking around at night.. You're a girl it's to dangerous" he said.
"You sound like my dad..." she countered and laughed a little, he laughed as well and threw another basket and turned towards the young woman.
"What's your name?" he asked, "Madison and yours?" she asked back, "Jason" he replied.
They threw some baskets and played a bit of a two man game, as Madison suddenly tripped and both were laying on the ground.
"I think you look very good Jason" Madison suddenly said and her hands wandered to the hem of his shirt, "Whoa what are you doing?" he asked and she smiled, "Fulfilling your wish" she replied and the last that was heard from Jason were screams of terror.
-1-
"Mr. Welsh, what happened the night Jason died?" Sam asked and looked at the grieving father in front of him, Pascal was sitting next to him, comforting the father.
"It's okay Mr. Welsh, these men want to help..." she assured the man and he nodded, ran his hand over his face.
"I work as a lawyer, it's normal for me to come home late. My wife died right after Jason's birth... that's why i had to love him more then most parents would. I had to replace his mother and be his father in one... It was normal to come home, to find him has cooked the dinner and waiting for me.. But this night he wasn't home. And there was no note...", "So Jason always wrote where he'd go?" Sam asked.
"Depends... he normally would go to the abandoned park, there were forgotten basketball hoops and he liked to train... therefore he never left a note... But when he went to other places he left notes... I assumed he had gone training again... But he hadn't..." the father trailed off and it was hard for him to continue.
"What happened then...?" Sam asked, his voice filled with empathy for the dad, "His girlfriend Maisie called, crying and telling me my son had killed himself in front of her door..." he answered and Pascal tried to comfort him to her best abilities.
"Thank you for your help Mr. Welsh... we'll keep you informed, if there is any news on this case." Dean said and Pascal nodded.
"He would never kill himself... therefore he loved life too much..." the dad added, before he closed he door after the Federal Agents.
"This is just weird... a girl who dies after a glorious performance, a seemingly happy guy dies on the front door of his girlfriends house..." Pascal couldn't read any sense to this whole misery and loosened the tie around her neck.
"Well... it's not a ghost or demon... no sulphur and i checked the school and the front door of the girl with the EMF..." Dean replied and Sam sighed heavily.
"What if there is nothing supernatural behind it?" Sam asked and Pascal nodded, "It makes no sense... I would've said Trickster... but there is only one and as far as i know, this one is now in Bali..." Pascal added and suddenly she was hugged by Sam and halfway lifted from the ground.
"Eh... I like you too Sam?" she said smiling awkwardly, patting Sam's back, "Dude this is embarrassing let her down" Dean said and raised an eyebrow.
"You're a genius! Do you know that?" he said and didn't even react to Dean's sentence, "Okay? Thanks i guess?" she said.
"If it isn't a trickster, it must not necessarily mean it's not another 'God'..." Sam said and Dean groaned... he did not like more of that stupid wannabe gods.
"Then how to find out?" Pascal asked and Sam shrugged, "Let's first get to the motel and then we'll see..." he said and she nodded.
Dean got into the car and drove them to the motel, made them get out and drove away, without answering any of the questions, Sam and Pascal had.
"He's gone mad?" she asked, "Well i just assume he's fed up with trickster stuff... who can blame him? He's been killed close to a thousand times" Sam answered.
"135 times to be exact. Though the dog and the piano had been my favourite" Gabriel said and made the two humans jump.
"BELL!" Pascal shouted and ran for the motel room, key in her hand, she had enough of those 'I just appear randomly to give you a heart attack ' appearances.
She breathed in and out, inside of the motel room, her back pressed against the door, her eyes closed to calm her.
"Hello Pascal" the sudden voice of Castiel, interrupted her attempts in calming down, her eyes shot open and she looked at him furious.
"OUT!" she shouted, the angel didn't seem to understand, he tilt his head to the left side, but she didn't care, "OUT! OR SO GOD HELP ME, I'LL FIND A WAY TO KILL YOU BASTARDS" she shouted and with a flutter of wings, Castiel had vanished.
She felt bad for yelling at the poor angel, but she had enough of this appearances and commands, of those 'things' thinking they were all mighty and that they could do whatever they thought was right.
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"She's in no good mood, yelled at poor Castiel..." Gabriel said smirking an looked at Sam who was just speechless.
"Don't you have any archangel work?" he asked and raised an eyebrow, "Well as my friend Uriel said, I'm an ex-archangel... what ever the ex- shall say... Since I can still do whatever I please..." Gabriel said and as if to demonstrate it he snapped two beers and a Twix-bar out of thin air.
Handing Sam one of the beers and taking a swig of his own, whilst biting a rather large piece out of the chocolate candy.
"You still keep secrets from them..." he stated and kept his gaze fixed on Sam, who felt uneasy.
"I can't..." he started and was cut off by Gabriel, "Because you think, that they would see you as a monster... But this is your brother... and no matter what... family will always forgive..." Gabriel said, he had left Pascal out on purpose, she hadn't been honest with the two either.
"It's that easy? Then why don't you go back to heaven, why don't you help Michael end this whole shit?" Sam asked annoyed.
"Because what I do are the orders of God... my father..." Gabriel replied and knew he was throwing wood into a fire, that never had entirely gone off.
"THEY'RE YOUR BROTHERS!" he shouted and couldn't help the anger seeping through his voice, Sam didn't want to, but he knew he was putting all his pain on Gabriel.
"WHAT GOOD IS THERE WHEN YOU'RE ALONE IN THE END?! WHAT GOOD IS THERE WHEN THE WRONG PEOPLE DESERVE FORGIVENESS AND LOVE, WHILST THE ONE WHO TRULY DESERVE IT, ARE TREATED WITH PAIN AND PUNISHMENT?!" he shouted and Gabriel kept silent, let Sam put all his pain and anger on him.
He couldn't tell why, but he knew that the younger Winchester was important, he had importance in this whole thing.
Not only to save Dean and Pascal's sanity, not only to stop the apocalypse, not only to prove that humans had worth, but also to tell him the archangel Gabriel, something he had long forgotten.
"You think you didn't deserve what Dean did to save you? That he shouldn't have brought you back?" he asked and Sam gave him a look that could've killed everyone and everything.
"Since I was a baby I was tainted, my mother was killed ,because of me. My family had to live a life on the road, because of me. Dean had to give up his own life and childhood, because of me. Jessica had been killed, because of me. My dad was killed, because of me and then Dean went to hell, because of me." he pressed through
his gritted teeth and looked anywhere but at the archangel.
"No one can help you, but yourself... one day you'll see..." Gabriel said and vanished, leaving Sam wondering what he had done.
He had talked to the being that had killed Dean endless times, that had punished people on a whim, a being he should have hated...
But there was no hate, his cell phone rang and he saw Ruby's number on the display.
He didn't answer the call, it felt like he didn't need it, like the craving for demon blood wasn't there for now, as if it had been turned off for now.
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"You know for shouting at my superior i should drag you to hell and hang you up, where Dean had been." Uriel snorted as he appeared in front of Pascal.
"Why don't you leave me alone?!" she said and held her head, tugging at her hair in a desperate attempt to get rid of the images floating into her mind and Uriel's voice in her ears.
She felt like someone was burning her from within, like someone had set her on fire and watched her burn, laughter filled her ears.
"Oh it started... It's going to be fun, when you'll join our ring..." Uriel said and she could hear the cold hatred in his voice and the soundless laughter.
His cold breath against her too hot skin, she didn't want him close.
She wanted to run, but her legs felt heavy, as if they didn't belong to her, as if she wasn't the one in command over her own limbs.
"Leave me alone..." she pressed through her teeth and tugged at her hair, tried to get rid of the images, she doubled over and hit her head on the floor.
The black haired girl, heard the laughter getting louder, piercing her ears and she could feel her own blood dripping from her ears.
It felt like her eardrum had exploded on both sides of her face.
There was so much blood, blood that wasn't hers, blood that was hers, blood that was important to keep someone alive, an amount of blood that could kill.
She got to her feet, stumbling through the room, Uriel gone, she fell face first on the bed, her body contracting in pain.
"It's what you did, you're getting payed back" a cackling voice said, her ears hurt, she couldn't bear the sounds.
There was more blood, she was laying in blood, but it wasn't hers and she knew she had to help the one whom that blood belonged to.
She got up, still pain in her head and saw her hands covered in blood, her body splattered with thick drops of the living liquid.
Her sight was blinded, by something sticky and warm dropping down the side of her head, could it be more blood? Her own blood?
On the floor, no there was no floor anymore, it was dirt and rocks... and on this dirty path there lay Sam and Dean, Castiel and Gabriel, Bobby and her boyfriend, her best friends and humans she hadn't met yet, but she knew she liked.
She saw feathers, black, white, golden, silver tainted by blood, she saw smoke black thick smoke, swirling around lighting bolting through it.
Here friends were cut open, dead and bleeding, she could see flesh torn open, she could see organs shredded to pieces lying around and she could see what she had never wanted to see.
A scream tore itself from her throat and another and another, till she was screaming, shouting, blindly voicing her pain.
Her throat felt hoarse from screaming and she felt that her throat had gone dry, a lump forming and trying to prevent her from screaming out her agony.
But she tried, she didn't care if she coughed up blood, if her ears, her eyes and mouth started to pour blood, she didn't care if she was dying, because it was all her fault.
That's what she knew for sure.
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"Another" Dean pointed at his shot of Whisky and the bartender filled up again, it was the only thing Dean knew to keep away memories of Hell.
Alcohol was the only thing to numb the pain of memories, of hell and the carving and the punishment he had to live with everyday.
He had told Sam and Pascal what he had been through in hell, but to tell it and to be able to live with it were two different things.
"Hello, Dean" Castiel's voice broke through Dean's thoughts and the Winchester just took calmly that Castiel had appeared from thin air.
"You're getting drunk, again..." the angel stated and Dean gulped down the shot and took another.
"You're oh-so clever..." Dean slurred and couldn't help to giggle, at the sight of the confused angel.
"What are you doing here Dean?" he slipped on the bar chair next to Dean and looked at the variety of alcohol, that was displayed on the glass shelf.
"Getting drunk, obviously... maybe you're not so smart? But for what would an angel of the lord need a brain? You're just following orders, therefore no brain is needed..." Dean muttered and knocked back
another shot, waving for the bartender to fill up again.
"I think you had enough..." Castiel said grabbed Dean's hand, before he could down the next shot, the grip was tight and Dean couldn't move his hand.
He felt how his fingers started to prickle and it signalled him that there was no blood reaching them, he didn't care.
"We're leaving..." Castiel announced, Dean huffed in annoyance and threw some bills on the counter, enough to buy half of what stood there in the showcase and again he couldn't care less.
Castiel led Dean firmly out of the bar, he had noticed how the fingers of Dean's left hand had gotten paler, and he also noticed how tight his grip on the hunters hand had been.
He loosened it a bit and put a hand around Dean's waist to keep him up, so he could lead him to the Impala.
"I'll drive you back to the motel..." he said, but his charge shook his head firmly, "Go to hell" he mumbled and opened the unlocked car door of the backseat.
He slumped into the backseat, leaving Castiel there an arm outstretched and his hand in a supportive angle.
"This is no solution Dean, your brother and the young girl will worry..." Castiel said and lowered his hands to his sides.
"And as we all know, you dicks up there have the solution to everything!" Dean muttered and buried his face into the leather seat.
"I guess you're insulting heaven again..." Castiel said and didn't move from his point, he didn't even breath.
"I called you and heaven a penis" Dean answered and looked up to see Castiel not moving from the spot, "Get into the car, it's cold..." he muttered and threw himself, further into the car hitting his head on the window.
"Why did you call us a male genital?" Castiel asked and Dean frowned, rubbing the back of his head, where he had collided with the window.
But Dean didn't listen, he was to occupied with feeling the bump on the back of his head and trying not to sleep.
Castiel couldn't handle drunk Dean and so he did the only thing he knew, he made the poor hunter sober, with the touch of his middle-and forefinger.
"Cas... you are an asshole..." Dean said now completely aware of everything, the bump gone as well, "You keep calling me parts of the human body, why?" Castiel asked and had the confused expression plastered on his face.
"It's to ... offend you... That's what we humans do, when we get angry..." Dean explained, the confused expression didn't leave Castiel's face.
"It's... forget it... why are you here Castiel?" Dean asked and ran a hand through his hair, Castiel had noticed that Dean did that often, when he didn't know what else to do.
"Pascal shouted at me... I think she is angry... and Sam shouted at Gabriel... which leads me to the same thought..." Castiel answered and Dean sighed a heavy sigh.
"What... is wrong with you?" He asked and cut in before Castiel could even take a breath, which was definitely not needed, to answer.
"You don't care whatever happens to innocent people, you want me to fight a war, which i don't even give a fuck about and you threaten my brother and me... And now you are here because two people shouted at you or your brother and I'm getting drunk. WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?" Dean had started out in a low voice and had gotten louder at the end.
"Why are you angry?" the celestial being asked and Dean could only groan, he got out of the car and walked around to the drivers seat.
Leaving Castiel in the backseat, he got the car started and drove down the road, back to the motel room, Castiel still seated in the backseat, starred questioning holes into the back of Dean's head.
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"DEAN! CASTIEL! HELP!" Sam shouted as soon as he saw the Impala, parked and Dean halfway out, with the Angel behind him.
Dean ran up to his brother and saw Pascal on the floor jerking like someone who had been treated by a defibrillator.
"Have you called an ambulance?" Dean asked and Sam nodded, tried to keep Pascal down, without hurting her, Castiel's eyes were fixed on something behind Pascal and Sam.
Something neither Dean nor Sam could see, something from which the angel knew, the young girl might be affected.
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And here it is chapter eight, damn... i have so many ideas and have to sort them out, but this one is necessary and it's also necessary that all three have their demons to fight and no it won't be all easy and cute... but a bitter fight and maybe one has to loose something, to see something new...
stay tuned for chapter 9
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