CHAPTER 9: Caged Heat
This chapter takes place during s6e10 ( as seen on chapter title)
Authors note: Changes to go with the story, and hope you enjoy.
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Rain lashes down from the dark night sky, each drop striking the grey concrete floor like a curse. As if the Heavens were trying to scour the town cle n, to wash away the wickedness and sweep it into the sewer drains along with the rest of the filth. Good luck with that. But it would take thunderbolts to get the job done. No, Heaven can't save humanity from what lurks in the shadows- from the evil who stare at the world through the savage eyes of predators looking for victims.
Heaven can't, but an ordinary man can. And one of those brave souls is on the hunt right now.
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Dean strides through the downpour, the rain pattering against his clothes like the tears of weeping widows and running in rivulets down his face. The hunter had driven two towns away from Gagetown, searching endlessly for a demon. Having lost his patience after weeks of hunting and searching, desperation had taken hold of him. And as reckless as it may seem for him to be out on his own, Dean was bound and determined to bring his lover home.
After long hours of looking, Dean had finally caught a trail on a small group of demons. He followed them, of course. Boots splashing through puddles with every footfall and scattering the reflected moonlight. Dean remained at a reasonable distance to not arouse suspicion of his presence. This went on for about forty-five minutes, until he was eventually lead to an abandoned factory.
' What is it with demons and factories?' Dean thought.
Dean hung around behind the fence, scanning the perimeter, assessing entry points, the many floors, the whole works. All Dean needed to do now was come up with a plan. This was usually Sam's cup of tea, but he's not here. So it's time for Dean to think of something on his own.
He knows not to burst in guns blazing, God knows that never worked for him. So instead he'll have to go with the stealth approach. And for two good reasons.
1) Stalk the enemy, count how many, kill them all.
This tactic Dean has grown to learn through the years of hunting Vampires, or any other creature that goes bump in the night. But Dean will have to keep one live so he could bring him back to the farmhouse to interrogate.
And most importantly.
2) Don't get killed.
But there's no time to decide wether or not he should go in alone or call for Sam's help.
Dean began to think. Should he go solo on this hunt and risk getting killed in the process? Or call his brother to get a helping hand?
But Gagetown is two hours away, and Dean can't wait that long. The demons might leave before Sam would even arrive. He has to continue on alone.
But Dean wouldn't budge.
Dean was nervous, he doesn't know what to expect once he steps through those doors. He could be captured, or worse, killed. He may be a warrior, but he's also a human. And fear was natural, however much bravery ones heart was, fear can never be conquered. But it can be managed during desperate situations.
All Dean needs is a little encouragement.
And it's exactly what he gets.
The mark on his shoulder begins to pulse warmly, the sensation washing over Dean like rays of sunshine. Dean reaches up, resting his hand over the old scar and breathes lightly. His mind became clear, all the anger and anxiety dissipates. All replaced by a whole new feeling that starts to grow inside him. Strength. At first it was unnatural, as if fire was coursing through his veins, but then Dean welcomes it. In some odd way, Dean felt as if Castiel was lending him this strength.
Dean felt like he could take on a whole army singlehanded. He shifts his gaze to the factory. Drawing out Ruby's knife from his pocket Dean starts to saunter toward the building.
He emerges from the rain-slick streets, into the open area surrounding the factory. Dean makes his way to the back, where a doorway stands partially concealed behind overgrown plants and a copse of trees dripping with rainwater. A single swing from the butt of the knife breaks it's padlock, and the door swings open. Dean sighs, and steps through the doorway. He descends a stairway, and comes to a brightly lit corridor. Automated lights flicker on along the walls, triggered by his entrance. At least he won't have to grope around in the dark.
Dean takes a deep breath and begins to stroll deeper into the building.
... A Few Hours Later ...
Back at the farmhouse, Sam paced through the living area, mind overwhelmed with anxiety. Dean had been gone for a long while, and Sam's beginning to get worried. The young Winchester gazes to his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found Dean's number. This will be the eighteenth time he'll be calling. Yet like the other times he called, he is sent straight to voicemail. Sam cusses under his breath in frustration, then stomps into the kitchen to retrieve his jacket and gun. He knew he should've followed his brother, otherwise he'd be back by now. Just as he turns to leave, he hears the all too familiar sound of the Impala's engine approaching.
Sam exits the house, freezing his movements as he got a glimpse of Dean climbing out the driver's seat. His features displayed a few cuts and bruises, along with a half swollen eye and a gash across his forehead. His clothes were drenched in rainwater and blood. It didn't look to be Dean's blood though, so that's a sigh of relief.
" What happened?" Sam asked.
Dean let out a heavy sigh as he moved to the back of the car. " Found a group of demons and followed them... Had no clue I was walking into an ambush." He replies. Opening the trunk and yanks out a tied up man with a sack over his head. " I ganked maybe two dozen demons... Well, except this one."
Sam looked at Dean with wide eyes. " You managed to kill all of them? On your own?... How'd you do that?"
Dean was quiet for a long moment as images flashed through his mind. Mostly of the aftermath of the bloodshed he caused back at the factory. Slaying one demon at a time in a relentless assault. None were able to stop him. When it was over, Dean was shocked to realize what he had done. Standing over a dozen bodies of demons, their lives taken by Dean's merciless rampage. But the fact that Dean can only remember fragments of the fight, it scared him.
Dean returns to reality, clearing his throat and answers Sam's question. " It's a long story." Dean then makes his way up the steps, dragging the demon beside him. " Let's go inside before someone sees us."
" Right..." Sam starts, still in awe to what his brother had revealed. Two dozen demons? All who can easily overpower Dean with just a flick of the wrist. How did he manage it? Sam didn't know, and he wasn't gonna press his brother about it. Sam follows Dean into the living room. " I'll uh... Set up a devil's trap for you."
" You go do that." Dean pats Sam on the shoulder in appreciation.
The demon's frame shook as it chuckles. " Oh, you boys are gonna pay for this. Especially you, Dean."
Dean swings around, punching the hell spawn across the cheek. " Did I say you can talk?"
Once Sam finished drawing out the devil' trap, Dean sets the demon down harshly on a chair smacked in the middle of the symbol then removes the sack. The demon ganders angrily at the brothers, it's black eyes cursing them for putting him in this predicament. The hell spawn attempts to lunge at Dean, but is stopped by the magical symbol under its feet. " If I wasn't in this stupid trap I'd rip you both apart!" He growled.
" Sure pal, like you and every other God forsaken bastard out there do... I always guessed you guys were jealous of my charming good looks." Dean joked. Sam rolled his eyes, not finding that to be funny at all. Dean steps before the demon, hand grasping his shoulder very tightly. Dean's smirk falls into a hateful sneer. " Now, I'm gonna ask you this once... Where's Crowley?"
The demon grinned, leaning forward and whispers, " Banging a hooker in a sweet spot called None Of Your Business."
" Ooh! Look at that Sam, a demon trying to be funny."
" Is that what just happened?" Sam played along.
Dean's eyes return to the demon again who was grinning in his own amusement. That didn't last long as Dean thrusts his fist into the demon's gut. He hunched over with a huff before being shoved back onto the chair.
Dean leans over, hands on each side of the armrests and looks directly into the hell dweller's black eyes. " Where's Crowley?" Dean demands with impatience. " Tell me where he's hiding, or so help me God I'll tear you apart with my bare hands!"
" I'm sorry, I know you're speaking, I see your lips moving, but I can't understand what you're saying cause I don't speak Little Bitch."
Dean's jaw tightened, eyes filling with rage as this foolish demon laughed right at his face. A fire begins to burn in Dean's chest, such a similar feeling from before and Dean backed away slowly. He ran his hand over his mouth, trying to calm himself down.
That obviously fails.
Out of the blue, Dean snapped. He launches himself at the demon, knocking him to the ground. With one hand he gripped the flaps of his blazer, while his free hand delivered bone shuddering punches to his face. Each impact got stronger than the last, drawing blood and breaking bone. Dean could actually hear the meat-suit's nose break under the force of his strikes, feeling the blood splatter on his cheek like droplets of rain. Dean looked like a predator, ready to kill his prey. And his target was the man beneath him. Dean couldn't stop himself from beating this guy to a pulp. The odd sensation from hours ago starts reoccurring, and Dean was losing control of himself.
A little voice in the back of his mind screamed for him to stop, but he couldn't. His body seemed to betray him and just kept going, punching harder and harder.
All the while, Sam stood there aghast to what he was witnessing, watching his brother mercilessly beat the living hell out of the demon. Of course it deserves what's coming to it, but this demon is the only lead they've got to find Crowley, and it won't help if Dean ends up killing it.
" Dean, stop!" Sam hollers. But his brother ignores him. Sam finally flings himself at Dean, grabbing him from under his arms, trying to pry him off. " Dean!" Dean resists Sam struggles for a short moment until Sam at last manages to drag Dean away. " Calm down!" When Sam turned Dean to face him he was in shock as he glimpsed into his brother's radiating eyes. " Dean... Your eyes... What the hell is going on with your eyes?"
" What are you talking about?"
" Your eyes are glowing!"
Dean narrowed his brows in confusion. ' Glowing?' He thought. Dean turned his gaze to the mirror hanging beside the front door, and saw for himself that they were. Dean stumbles back with shock, but as soon as he blinked his eyes were back to their normal green selves. Dean then shifts his gaze to the demon who was laying on the floor all bloodied up.
" What happened?" Dean asked, appearing utterly confused.
" You nearly beat the guy to death is what happened... You don't remember any of that?"
Dean replied with a slow shake of his head.
" Dean... What happened at the factory?"
There was a long moment of silence between the brothers.
Dean lets out a long sigh. " I... I can recall bits and pieces... When I got ambushed they tied me up, and tortured me. They taunted me, telling me the things they were going to do to Cas... The next thing I know I'm standing over twenty-three bodies, covered in their blood with no clue to how I even managed to get out of those chains... Then I found this bitch injured, and well... You know the rest."
Sam was getting the feeling that there's more to it than Dean was telling him. And from what Sam has come to learn these past few weeks, how his brother's behavior fluctuated out of control in certain situations, and the mark causing Dean's irritability. And now losing memory of his actions. Sam is beginning to get worried that the grace is causing an affect on his brother more than it should. It didn't seem bad at first, but after what he'd just witnessed moments ago, Sam had to ask, " Do you think it has something to do with the grace?"
Before Dean could answer that they were interrupted by the laughter coming from beside them. Sam and Dean peer to the demon who sat up, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. He continued to chuckle as he spoke. " So that's what happened back there... Dean Winchester's got some Angel juice in him, huh?... Now this is very interesting."
... Meanwhile ...
In the bustling streets of Philadelphia Pennsylvania, Zuriel scoured the city in pursuit of some demons, but not just any demon, these guys were deal-makers. He first caught their trail up in New York a few hours prior, since then he's tailed them through Massachusetts and Connecticut.
Zuriel believes they may be linked to Crowley.
Another thing crossed the angel's mind, these demons were traveling by van. This peeked Zuriel's curiosity. This was a first, the other locations they've been to they never used a vehicle. So why need one when they could easily travel by thought? Zuriel doesn't know. All he does know is that each location he followed them to were places that were abandoned. For instance, the City Hall Station in New York, Orpheum Auditorium of New Bedford Massachusetts and Holy Land USA theme park in Waterbury Connecticut. And from each of those locations they left with a captive. Monsters. Alpha monsters. A Crocotta, Ghoul and a Kitsune.
Now what could Crowley possibly need from these alphas?
What the hell is Crowley planning?
Zuriel wanted to find that out.
The trail soon leads him to the old Eastern State Penitentiary. The van pulls into an alley across the street. Zuriel perches himself on the roof opposite of the prison and observed as three demons climbed out the back. The deal-makers are joined with another. But it was no demon. This was an ordinary human, a man. And a hunter by the looks of it.
Why would a hunter be helping them? Zuriel was curious.
The man arms himself with a tranquilizer. What monstrosity are they seeking this time? As much as the angel wanted to shadow them to find out, blowing his cover would only bring him back to square one. So he remained atop the building while he watches the demons and hunter enter the prison.
Now begins the waiting game.
Zuriel's gaze suddenly shot downward, feeling vibrations coming from his blazers breast pocket. He retrieved the oscillating object. A phone, which Sam had lent it to him before he left. The angel stared at the device, fiddling with the buttons trying to figure out how to use the darn thing. After a few guesses he presses the green one, and the vibrating stops. He narrows his brows, wondering what he's supposed to do with it. Zuriel can overhear Sam's voice on the line.
" Zuriel?... Hello? Zuriel, you there?... Dude, put the phone to your ear."
The angel brings the phone up just as told. " Sorry Sam, I find human technology widely confusing."
" You'll get used to it eventually." Sam replied. " So, you find anything yet?"
" I might have..."
" Really?"
" I'm following some demons as we speak."
" What are they doing?"
" They're capturing Alphas, don't know for sure what Crowley is planning to do with them."
" Alphas?" The angel hears Dean's voice in the background.
Zuriel quickly brought his focus back to the prison and spots the group exiting the premises, with a new captive in their grasp. They head over toward the van, open the back and pull out the other three acquired Alphas. " I'll have to explain that another time, our little friends have caught themselves another one. I'll call back once I've found out where they're taking these Alphas."
" Right, you do that." Sam replies before hanging up.
Zuriel fiddles with the buttons again to hang up before placing it back into his pocket. He watches as the deal-makers, the hunter and Alphas disappear, leaving behind the van.
Zuriel vanishes from sight.
And the chase continues.
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Sam drops his phone into his duffle, sighing while he saunters back to the living room where Dean resumed to interrogate the demon. They haven't been able to get anything from him at this point. Just like the last demon, he was determined to keep Crowley's whereabouts to himself.
But now that they know that Zuriel may be on to something, their chances of finding Castiel was finally getting somewhere. And once they get word from the angel, they'll know wether or not their captive is still of use to them.
Although, for the time being they'll have to keep the demon alive until Zuriel's return. Sam only wonders, will Dean experience another episode of rampage before Zuriel arrives? The young hunter will have to make sure that doesn't happen.
Sam ganders to Dean, keeping a close eye on him as he questioned the hell spawn.
" We hear that your friends are gathering Alphas. What's that all about?" Dean demands, pacing back and forth before the demon, all the while waving a container of holy water at its face; indicating that he was not in the gaming mood.
" Why do you care? You're hunters, you kill monsters. And that's what they are, just monsters." He answered coldly.
" Well, Crowley's never had interest in monsters... until now. I'm wondering why. What's so important about them that Crowley goes through all the trouble looking for them?"
" How should I know, Crowley's doesn't really share his plans with others. You know, just in case you boys ever caught one of us... So, no information, means his plans are kept secret."
Sam narrows his brows. " You're very cooperative all of a sudden... Why is that?"
The demon chortles lightly. " Wouldn't want wonder boy here to mess up my meat-suit. He's damaged most of its face already." He then leaned forth. " Besides, I'm curious of how he managed to get his pets grace in him."
" We'll, sorry to burst your bubble pal, but it ain't any of your business of how I got it." Dean says lowly.
The demon stared into Dean's eyes for a long moment, he hummed in response, then grinned. " Oh, I see... You don't even know yourself, huh?... Or perhaps, it's why."
Dean tightened his jaw, shutting his eyes and took a deep breath to ease the anger from his mind. " We're getting off the subject here. Where's Crowley?"
The demon rolls his eyes with annoyance. " Here you go again... Where's Crowley, he stole my lover boy blah blah blah... How many times do I have to say that I'm not telling?" He then looks to Sam. " Your brother has become obsessed with that pet angel of his hasn't he?"
Wrong choice of words to say in front of Dean, especially now that he's got angel mojo coursing through his being and can flip out at any given moment. Sam's gaze snaps towards Dean and cleared his throat. Dean turned to him. He saw in his eyes that he didn't want him doing anything crazy.
" Dean... Take a break, I'll ask the questions until Zuriel gets here." He suggests.
Dean hesitated, but nods in agreement. " Good idea... I need a beer anyway."
As Dean begins to walk away, the demon took this chance to taunt him. " If and when I get out of here, I'll see to it personally that your pet is tortured very slowly." He says softly. Dean stops in his tracks. The demon smirked. " And when he finally begs for death, I'll be the one to cut out his heart."
Dean turns to lunge at the demon. " Dean, no!" Sam blocks his path, gripping tightly at his shoulders to hold him back.
" Let go of me!" Dean growls through gritted teeth, attempting to push Sam off.
" No! He's only messing with your head Dean, he wants you to lose control. He wants to see what you'll do. And if you kill him, what's gonna happen when Zuriel gets back and we realize his search is another dead end?"
Sam's words snaps Dean back to his senses, peering to his brother once he had calmed himself.
Their attention is suddenly drawn to the banging at the front door. The brothers knew it wasn't Zuriel, so who could it be? The demon seemed to be enjoying Sam and Dean's confusion.
" You boys expecting someone?" The demon smirked.
" Shut up." Dean whispers.
" Sam and Dean Winchester! Police!" A familiar voice hollers from the side. Dean's eyes widened. It was Detective Walker. If he's here then surely his partner is too. These two are way out of their jurisdiction. Is Travis Walker this desperate to catch them? The brothers shot glances to one another. How'd they find them anyway? They had been so careful for the past couple days, so who the hell tipped them off?
" Ooh, you've been bad, huh?... I'm going to enjoy this..." The demon gives a toothy grin, and then. " Help me! Please! Don't let them kill me!" Neither Sam or Dean were expecting that one.
The banging resumes, and the door was beginning to give way. The demon continued its fake cries for help, while Sam and Dean stood there, dumbstruck and unable to think of anything that'll get them out this mess safely. The door swung open harshly, it's frame nearly falling from its hinges. And in stepped Walker, his gun ready and aimed at the boys.
" Hands up!" Travis ordered. The hunters did not resist, they do as they were told and raised their hands over their heads. Travis then peers to the demon he thinks is the victim. " Are you all right, sir?"
" Please, please get me out of here." The demon was putting on an excellent show for them all, truly appearing to be in distress. And boy was Travis falling for it. Dean just wished he'd put a bullet in it earlier.
Not a few moments later did the Detective's partner enter the house. " See, what'd I tell you Travis? I told you we'd find them sooner or later."
" I guess I owe you a beer then." Travis replies, his eyes and weapon not leaving the brothers.
" Ah, thank me later." Paul chortles. When Paul turned his gaze to Dean he saw in his eyes: surprise, puzzlement and rage. " What?... Is something on my face?" He joked.
Dean chuckled humorlessly, but did not answer.
Detective Walker peers to the bound man, eyes lowering to the devil's trap beneath him. " What the hell were you two up to? Is this some kind of Satanic worshiping?... You two are as delirious as your files describe you." Travis scoffed.
" I'm surprised they hadn't been tossed into the looney bin." Paul mocked. " Let's just get this over with."
Detective Walker holsters his gun and steps up behind Dean. He gets the handcuffs from his pocket. As he begins to bind his hands, Dean spoke. " I need to tell you something."
" Yeah, we'll so do I. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"
" Yeah... Can I just say one thing?"
" Fine, what is it?" Travis sighed.
Dean shifts his gaze to Detective Henderson, glaring with utter hatred. Then a small smirk swept across his lips, and he speaks just a single word. "... Christo."
Paul flinches, stumbling back until he bumped against the wall. The house itself seemed to creek and moan in response. Travis gazed at his partner with narrowed brows. " Paul?... What's wrong?" When his friend opened his eyes Travis is taken aback at the sight of ominous red eyes. " What the fuck?!"
Paul huffs a heavy sigh, shaking his head with disappointment. " Well, shit... The cat's out of the bag... Nice going Dean." He gestures a flick of his hand, and Travis is suddenly launched off his feet. The Detective slams in to the wall violently, falling unconscious right on impact. Paul waves his wrist once more, sending Sam flying into the bathroom. With that same hand he held the young hunter in place, with his free hand he forced Dean onto his back. Paul slowly steps toward Dean until he was hovering over him. " How the hell did you figure me out?"
Dean groaned as the deal-maker applies more force to his body. Dean wriggles under the pressure, but laughs aloud. " Lucky guess."
" That's some luck you got, Winchester."
" He's lying." The other demon announces. Paul pans his attention toward him. " He's got Angel grace in him. He can see your true form."
Paul raised his brows, " Is that so?... Interesting." He returns his focus on Dean now. " That's very interesti-" He is interrupted by a gunshot, then felt a slight sting in his shoulder. Paul turns around, glaring at Travis who held his gun directly at him. " Now why'd you have to go and do that, Travis? I thought we were pals."
" I don't know what the fuck you are, but you're not Paul."
" Hm... Wow, and I was just beginning to like you." The deal-maker inches closer toward Travis. The Detective fires another shot, and another and another until the clip was empty. " Aw, you're out of bullets... And you ruined my favorite shirt." He grabs Travis by the throat, lifts him off the ground and pins him to the wall.
" Hello! Still in the trap here, you moron!"
Paul rolls his eyes. " Oh, don't get your panties in a twist. I let you out in a minute, I wanna have a little fun first... Starting with you, Travis."
As he starts to tighten his grip he watched with sheer enjoyment while Travis struggled to breathe. Travis thrashes about, looking into Paul's demonic red orbs in horror. His struggles gradually begins to wane, the world around him starts to blur and darken. Before passing out the last thing he sees is a dark figure come up from behind Paul, and suddenly a flash of white appears along with Paul screaming at the top of his lungs.
The grip on the Detective's throat is released and he falls to the floor gasping for air. When he gazed up to his savior a hand was stretched out to him.
" Perfect timing, Zuriel." Dean says.
" It has nothing to do with my timing, Dean. I came with news on Crowley." The angel replied.
" I don't mean to interrupt, but what the hell just happened?" The Detective asks, rubbing his throat.
Zuriel places his hand onto Travis's shoulder, healing any and all wounds the demon inflicted upon him. The pain in Travis's broken arm and bruised neck, to his surprise, fades away. The Detective stares at Zuriel, completely dazed. " What are you?"
" Your friend had been possessed by a demon for some time."
Travis shook his head, waving his hands. " Wait, hold up. A demon?"
" Yeah, a full on biblical style Lucifer's minion crap... Sam and I hunt them, along with everything else that goes bump in the night." Dean answers. " And him, he's an Angel. One of the good ones at least." Zuriel shoots a glare at Dean. " No offense but it's true." Dean then clears his throat. " So, you mind getting me out of these cuffs."
The angel clicks his finger and the hunter is released from his binds.
" Thanks... Hey, Sammy, you all right?"
A responding groan comes from the bathroom. " Define all right. I feel like I got hit by a train." Sam limps out the door.
" Okay, okay. Let me get this straight, you two hunt and kill monsters, and your buddy here is an Angel?" Travis asked rhetorically. " I seriously need to quit drinking... So, what exactly happened to your husband?"
" He was taken by a demon named Crowley. Dean and I have been searching for him."
" What could a demon want from with your brother-in-law? He's just a chef of a restaurant."
Zuriel steps forth and cuts their conversation short. " We don't have time to explain everything... I've located Crowley."
" Where?" Dean blurts.
" Collins New York, at the correctional facility of Erie County."
" Alright, Collins New York it is." Dean says as he hastily moves to the table and grabs his duffle. " If we leave now we'll get there by morning."
Detective Walker steps forward waving his hands. " Whoa, slow down cowboy. You're just gonna leave this guy tied up here." He implies to the demon in the devil's trap.
Dean looks to the demon who smiled nervously. Dean scoffed, he'd love to kill this demon but instead decides to exorcise him. " Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica!"
Travis watched in disbelief as black smoke secreted from the possessed man's mouth and cascaded through the floor surrounding the devil's trap, sending the vile demon back to the pits of Hell.
The Detective blinks a couple times and sighs. " What'd you do? You killed him?"
" No, he's alive I just exorcised the demon possessing him." Dean answered, " Although, the person this man was is changed for the rest of his life." Dean begins to head for the front door.
" What do you mean he won't be the same?"
" In some cases in which Dean and I exorcised a demon, the person they possessed had fell into insanity. Most in which have committed suicide because of nightmares or hallucinations, it's an after affect from the possession." Sam explained.
" So... There's nothing you can do for him?"
" I'm sorry, but no."
" That's not entirely true." Zuriel cuts in, stepping to the unconscious man then presses his index and middle finger to his forehead. The man disappears, leaving Travis once again perplexed. " I've sent him back to his home, when he wakes he'll have no recollection of the possession." The angel moves toward the exit. " We should leave now."
Sam nods and retrieves his own duffle.
" Wait." Sam stops in his tracks and gazes over to the Detective. " I'm gonna sound very crazy for saying this, but... I'd like to give you a hand."
" You... You want to help us?" Sam asked with narrowed brows.
" Well, I did kinda shoot at you guys... I mean all this time I thought you or your brother were involved with Castiel's kidnapping, but after what I just witnessed tonight... Yes, I do want to help."
A small smile appears on The young hunter's lips. " Hope you don't mind sitting in the back seat with an Angel."
... Meanwhile, Collins New York ...
At the southern end of Erie County, rising high above the farms and suburban homes on the plains of western New York is a matched pair of seven-story structures. These seemingly misplaced high-rises were once home to mentally ill patients of the Gowanda State Hospital, one of many massive psychiatric institutions built by the state Department of Mental Hygiene earlier in the century. The towers then housed state prisoners serving felony terms.
But up until recently, a new resident has taken over: Crowley and his band of loyal, devoted followers. Every occupant, both security and prisoners, were now possessed by the king of Hell's personal army. Crowley was obviously preparing for war.
With Heaven in a turmoil against Gabriel's brigade who are fighting for free will and Raphael's traditionalist Angels bent on releasing Michael and Lucifer from their prison. Crowley knows, if Lucifer is set free again, and if he were to win against Michael then Crowley and every other demon would be next on his list. Because to betray Lucifer, the sentence is certain death.
In order to prevent it, Crowley would need the souls of Purgatory. Of course, he already has the souls of Hell with him, but it's nowhere near enough to face off a fallen Archangel, or Gabriel and Raphael for that matter.
But there are two things standing between him and achieving his goal: one being the Winchesters and Zuriel, the other are the stubborn Alphas who refuse to cooperate with him. Crowley has already gotten most of the instructions from Castiel, all was left is the spell in which one of the alphas must know. If they weren't so stubborn, Crowley would have had Purgatory's soul in his possession by now.
Crowley's time and patience was growing thin.
Although, this wasn't the worse part of his day. Crowley has stumbled upon a new discovery a few hours ago. He had sent out two groups of his finest minions to Michigan to locate an Alpha in that region. When they hadn't reported back to him, Crowley took a visit to the factory. As soon as he arrived he realized his best demons, twenty-three of them, dead, and one missing. The king instantly knew it was the work of the Winchesters. But how could two hunters have taken out all those demons on their own? Then he remembered that Zuriel is on their side.
Crowley was now concerned the brothers were growing closer to finding him. Though, he wasn't gonna let it get the better of him. And so, he came up with a plan.
" Might I ask why you've decided to relocate your so called headquarters here?" Apollyon questioned, suspicious of Crowley's current actions.
Crowley turns toward the angel with a mischievous smirk. " It seems the boys haven't taken my warning seriously, and they've had the audacity to kill the best of my ranks... And since they are a step closer to finding me, I've decided... Why not let them come?"
Apollyon narrowed his eyes. " Are you saying you want the Winchesters to find you? Now I know for sure those souls have driven you insane."
Crowley scoffs. " Oh, but you haven't heard the best part. Once those two arrive, you'll be the one taking out that angel friend of theirs from the picture."
Apollyon understood what he meant by that. He means to have the angel kill Zuriel. And he glared at the king. " That is something I will not go through." He says through gritted teeth.
" Oh, I know you won't... That's why, as of this moment you will obey my every order... without question." Crowley clicks his finger.
Apollyon suddenly felt pain shoot to his head. He falls to his knees screaming in pain, trying with all his might to fight it. He didn't want to lose control of his mind and body. Not again. But the spell was too powerful to ward off. Yet he didn't stop trying. The angel glared up at the king one last time, his final words were, " I wish I could rip out your heart! Aahh!" He then brought his hands up to his head and yelled. And once he finally became silent he rose up. He gazed at Crowley and his eyes flashed. " What are my orders, my king."
Crowley smirked. " Oh, those boys won't know what's coming to them when they get here... I'm ready whenever you are, Winchesters."
... Six Hours Later ...
It is early dawn when the Winchesters arrive at their destination. The Impala pulls up just two hundred yards from the prison's main entrance. Dean cuts the engine, and they all sat there quietly.
" What are we waiting for?" Detective Walker asks.
Sam let out a nervous chuckle. " We can't exactly waltz in guns blazing... We need a safer way inside. And we don't know how many demons are waiting for us inside... Zuriel, see anything?"
Zuriel took a moment as he scans the perimeter of the facility, gazing at every guard and prisoner. " Well, we're completely out numbered that's for sure."
" Yeah I can see that." Dean says.
" So, you guys got a plan?" The Detective looks between the brothers.
" Would you be able to get us inside, Zuriel?..." Sam asked.
" Yes." He replied.
" Alright then... Let's load up." Sam and Dean climb out the car. Dean lowers the drivers seat to allow Travis to get out. Dean saunters to the back of the car and pops up the trunk. He then lifts the floor to the secret compartment.
Travis eyed every weapon contained in that large space with wide eyes. " I'm guessing you guys have been doing this for a long time."
" Our dad taught us everything we know." Dean adds. The hunter loads rock-salted rounds into his beloved double-barrel shot gun. He grabs a container of Holy water and slips it into his jacket pocket, he then retrieves Ruby's knife and hands it to Sam. " Hey, Cereal... Catch." Dean tosses Zuriel an Angel blade.
" I already have mine."
" Well, I thought you could use another. You remember what happened the last time we bumped into your old friend?" Dean was implying to the first encounter they had with Apollyon in Skamania County, Washington two years ago. " Don't get me wrong, you're a good fighter and all, but Apollyon? He's... Slightly better."
Zuriel thought about it, then shrugged. " Good point." He agreed.
Dean lays down his weapon so he could load up another for the Detective. He hands over to him a pump action shotgun, which is also loaded with rock-salted rounds. But as Travis goes to grab it Dean pulls it away.
" Listen detective, we're gonna be heading into one hell of a fight and there's a possibility we won't get out alive... So I'm telling you right now, every single person in that building are no longer human. You've seen for yourself what a demon is capable of. Do not hesitate for a second to shoot them cause they sure as hell won't hesitate to kill you... Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
Travis stared into Dean's serious eyes, then at the gun. After a long moment he finally takes it from him. " We getting your husband or what?"
Dean smiles softly, then looks to Zuriel. " Alright, we're ready."
The angel nods, immediately stepping toward the three. He rests a hand onto Sam and Dean's shoulder. " Place your hand on my shoulder, Travis." The detective does so without pause.
It only took a split second for them to appear in the basement. The brothers shake off the woozy sensation, as for Travis it was a different story. Detective Walker hunches over to the side and hurls.
" First times always a doozie. Just take deep breaths." Dean informs.
" Uh, I think my stomach is inside out."
" Is it just me, or does this seem a bit too easy?" Sam whispers.
" When is this crap ever easy."
The four press forward, following the hallway until they reached the stairway leading upstairs. When they got to the top of the steps they resumed down the corridor to their right. Along this hallway were rows of jail cells. Each cell they pass Sam and Dean would take a peek inside. The first room contained a ghoul, as the next was a shapeshifter. As they approached the third room, ominous growls, and bestial howls causes them to come to a stand still in horror. That alone announced that Crowley had more than just demons here to guard him.
" Please tell me those aren't Hellhounds and I was only hearing things." Dean hoped.
All eyes turn slowly to their rear.
Dean was shocked by what he sees before him. These unearthly creatures, compared with the many grotesque monsters he's encounter, nothing has ever frightened him more than a Hellhound. Just the mere memory of their claws and fangs tearing at his flesh sent chills racing down his spine. And with the help of Castiel's grace, Dean can actually see them, standing at the end of the hall. Nine ghostly figures of large dogs snarling and growling.
Dean trembles. " Nice doggys... Be good little poochies."
" What the hell is it... I don't see anything!" Travis panics.
" Sam, you, Dean and Travis go on without me... I'll take care of them." Zuriel slips the Angel blades from his sleeves.
" Will those work on them?" Dean asked in a panic.
" Guess I'll have to test that out, won't I?.. Now go!" Zuriel yells and the three leave him behind. Zuriel stares down the hounds. The momentary dread which gripped him dissipates like shadows parted by a lantern's rays, and he smirks. " Let's play fetch." He then charges into the Hellhound pack.
As he cut the Hellhounds down, globules of their blood splatter against him. One of the beasts pounces at Zuriel, grabbing his arm with its powerful jaws, and bites down. The angel hollers in pain, and out of rage stabs the creature through its ribcage then flung it's lifeless corpse to the wall. He dispatches another hound with blows from his sword and kicks. But there were too many.
Meanwhile, Sam, Dean and Travis make their way up to the second floor, in which they suddenly freeze in their tracks to the clack of a shotgun. Sam swings his head it the direction it came from, only to be taken back.
" Dean."
Dean follows Sam's gaze to the man standing at the top of those stairs with his weapon aimed right at them. What surprised Dean more was that he knew this person. " Samuel?... What the- how did-" his words were cut short to the echoes of clapping. Out from the corner the king of Hell reveals himself. " Crowley..." Dean growled.
" I have to say, you boys are dumber than I thought... I warned you two about coming after me. You didn't listen." Crowley clicks his fingers and three demons wearing prison guards appear, grabbing them from behind. " I've been very busy these past few months, and you boys are only making my work get done slower... I have plans, big plans... Alas, you'll be too dead to participate."
" I could give a rats ass what your plans are! All I want is Cas!" Dean shouts.
" That's very touching... But no, I've been holding onto him as insurance... Though, now it's a shame I have to do away with you both... Rather enjoyed our little game of cat and mouse." He smirked, then gestured his minions to take them away. The demons escort the three men down the hall, then locked them into individual cells.
Back on the first floor Zuriel has finally taken out the last of the Hellhound pack. There lifeless forms are scattered across the floor. Zuriel leans against the wall with a sigh of relief, exhausted from the battle. He had been severely injured, not enough that it would kill him, but his wounds make it look that way.
Then the angel felt a presence close to him. He opened his eyes, peering over to a horde of demons making way towards him. There had to be at least thirty or forty of them.
Zuriel chuckled humorlessly, wincing to the sting from every claw mark the Hellhounds inflicted on him. He pushes off the wall, tightened his grip on his swords and whispers. " Bring it on."
The horde charge at Zuriel at full speed. Zuriel raised his blades and fought on. Each demon fell back, dying in droves beneath his weapons, blood soaking the floor. The demons form a circle, and at first Zuriel assumed they were trying to avoid being flanked. But as he pushed forward, he realized they're forming up for the death blow.
Zuriel renews his efforts, hacking his way through the demons. He darts aside as one of them clutches at him, and a sword swing leaves the hell dweller stumbling backward screaming the next moment.
There were just too many of them, at this rate Zuriel will die if he doesn't think of something. And quick. So, as a last resort he raised a hand and the halls were engulfed by a white light. As quickly as it appeared, it faded away. Zuriel falls back, hitting against the wall and slid to the floor gasping. The demon horde lay at his feet, dead.
Once again he feels a presence, but unlike the malevolent sense he felt with the demons, this was more divine. Yet, Zuriel did feel a darkness along with it. Then he could hear footsteps coming his way. The angel's eyes are drawn to the sound. He can sense that power growing closer.
Out from the corner at the end of the hall, the one person Zuriel didn't wish to see again, Apollyon strides forward. He stops as soon as he spots the dark haired angel. Zuriel sighs then struggles to his feet. Pain racks his lungs, as though a pair of clawing hands have burst through his ribcage and seized each organ in a cruel grip. His legs burned, his joints groan each time he took a step.
" Must we do this again, Apollyon?" Zuriel groaned. He expected his old teacher to come up with some speech on how he has no choice, or beg him to leave so he wouldn't get hurt. But no, Apollyon didn't speak a single word. " Apollyon?..." Zuriel narrowed his eyes.
Apollyon's gaze remained on Zuriel, like lasers that were locked on its target. Angel blades slide from his sleeves, raising his arm, pointing in Zuriel's direction, and his eyes flashed. It became very clear to Zuriel that Apollyon had no intent on neither walking away or letting Zuriel leave without a fight.
Zuriel shook his head lightly, his grip on his swords tighten. He looks to his former teacher with anger. " Alright then... Let's begin." Zuriel suddenly takes off down the corridor.
Apollyon stands his ground, awaiting for Zuriel's incoming attack. And once Zuriel was an arms distance from him, he quickly swung his sword into the air to counter Zuriel's attack.
Concurrently, Dean paces around his cell, gazing around for any means of escaping. There were none. Dean cusses under his breath. " Sam?!" He calls out.
" Yeah?" He hears Sam's voice emanate from the vent above him.
" I'm standing in pee."
"... Consider yourself lucky." Sam replied.
" Yikes... That sucks." He sighs.
Dean turns his attention to the door as he hears a latch being unlocked. A small window opens, Dean's jaw clenched to see it was Samuel. "... How are you even alive?"
" Crowley brought me back."
" And you work for him?.. Wow, this is a whole new level of crazy... Why?"
" I have my reasons."
" And I have my reason to want him dead!" Dean retorted. " That son of a bitch took my husband from me. I came here to get him back! And now I see that you, my own grandfather, has sided with a demon."
" You think I want to work for a demon?!" Samuel barked back.
Dean paused, stepping closer to the door until he was face to face with Samuel. " Then let us out... If we work together we can take out Crowley."
Samuel's gaze drops to the floor. "... Look, I'd like to help, but I'm sorry."
" We're your grandsons-"
" I can't!"
" Why? What is Crowley holding over you? You owe us that." Samuel's eyes show a glint of sorrow, he reaches into his back pocket, he then brings up a photo and presents it to Dean. "... Mom?"
" He's gonna give her back to me."
Dean looked away for a moment. Then continued. " Crowley's gonna bring mom back from the dead?"
" You tell me you don't want her back." Hearing those words come from Samuel made Dean go speechless. " You know the one difference between us?... You know how to live without her."
"... Look, I know how you feel-"
" No, you don't... She's my daughter, and she's dead. And I can do something about it."
" You really think Crowley's gonna make good here?"
" He brought me back!"
" Trust me- don't go down that road."
" What are you saying?"
" I'm saying stop trying... It's gonna go nowhere good... Samuel, I know we have our differences, but I'm your grandson. And I'm telling you, that this is wrong for so many reasons."
" You hypocrite."
" I'm asking you to learn from our mistakes!.. Doing this- this is how the bad guys gets us every time! It's our Achilles heel!... Apparently, it runs in the family." Dean yelled. Samuel remained silent. " We will figure something else out. Okay?"
"... I'm sorry, Dean, but I-"
" Fine. Go ahead, bring her back... But, what are you gonna tell her, huh? You gonna tell her you made a deal with a demon? That you wouldn't help out her sons?!"
" That's enough!... Mary is blood, my blood... Your a stranger to me." Dean scoffed at that. " No really, tell me- what exactly are you supposed to be to me?"
Dean glares angrily at his grandfather. " I'll tell you who I am... I'm the guy you never want to see again. 'Cause I'll make it out of here. Trust me... The next you see me, I'll be there to kill you."
"... I don't think there's gonna be a next time."
" Whatever gets you through the night... Because I'm not gonna let anyone get in my way of getting Cas back. Not Crowley, and not you."
Samuel sneered. " You know, your one to talk. You're basically doing the same thing, going out your way to rescue some fallen angel."
Dean snapped at the remark, punching the door as hard as he could. " Cas and I have been through thick and thin together. He pulled me out of Hell. He died, twice, to protect me. I asked myself every time, why, and he told me its because he loves me." Dean bit back the tears. "... I never knew what it was like to live normally like everyone else. I grew up in this game. But when I married him my life was finally going somewhere. And then Crowley took him away from me... I'm tired of this life, Samuel... I just want to bring him home."
Samuel grew quiet for a long moment before shutting the window. Dean turned away, disappointed of his grandfather's choices. Soon after the door unlocks, Dean swings around, expecting Crowley's goons to come and take him away. But it was only Samuel. Dean narrowed his brows, confused.
" Is there another way to bring back my daughter?" Samuel muttered.
Dean slightly nods. " There's always another way for these things."
" Then we better hurry. They'll be back any minute."
Dean steps out his cell. " Thank you, Samuel."
" Go to the fifth floor, to solitary confinement, room three. That's where Crowley's keeping him."
Dean nods. " I'll go on ahead you let Sam and detective Walker out."
Just as Dean was about to move along, Samuel stops him. " Dean, wait.." He hands over one of the angel blades. " You might need this."
Dean takes the sword, then sprints down the corridor, wasting no time to rescue Castiel. He makes for the upper floors, but demons have entrenched themselves on the staircase. With a curse Dean switched the weapon to his left hand, so that he could fight his way up.
All the while, Zuriel had some troubles of his own. The angel was having great difficulty fending off his former teacher. The extent of his injuries from his previous battle with the Hellhounds and demons is causing him to push his body over the limit. Zuriel's left arm was useless for the time being, that Hellhound had done a number on it. And the deep wounds on his chest were no better, it was hard to catch his breath while dodging and countering attacks. He is unable to focus on healing himself with Apollyon continuously slashing away at him.
Zuriel ducks as Apollyon attempts an upward slash. Now in Apollyon's blind spot Zuriel goes for a jab. But to his surprise, Apollyon suddenly vanished. Zuriel frantically searches for him, not letting down his guard.
Zuriel cries out when a deep cut is planted across his back. He scrambles forward, swinging around to face Apollyon. Blood trickled down his back, staining his blazer with crimson. " Apollyon... Please, don't do this."
Apollyon raises his sword. " I am to obey the orders of my king... And my orders are to kill you." He says emotionlessly.
"... Apollyon... I know you can hear me, you can't let this spell take advantage of you. Fight it."
Apollyon jabs his foot into Zuriel's stomach, the force of the kick sends the angel through the wall. Zuriel squirms on the ground, trying to get up but his body doesn't have the energy to do so. Apollyon hovers over Zuriel, kneeling down and grips at his throat. He brings up his sword, then swings down for the kill. But Zuriel catches his wrist in a vise grip.
" Apollyon, you must stop this." Zuriel choked.
" You are my target... You must die." Apollyon then applies more strength, the blade lowers towards Zuriel's throat, nicking at his flesh.
"... But are you willing to take the life of your own mate?!" Apollyon's gaze falls upon Zuriel's emerald orbs. Then Zuriel noticed a flicker in Apollyon's gleaming eyes, he resumes his attempt at reasoning with him, in hopes it would at least break the spells hold on him. " I know you can fight this, you have before." It seemed to be working as Apollyon clamped his eyelids shut and groaned. Zuriel kept at it. " I know you don't want to hurt me, keep fighting it!"
Apollyon brings his hand to his forehead, " Stop it!... Ah!" The spell is trying to maintain control over the angel. Zuriel can sense that dark presence inside Apollyon is beginning to wane, and he continued to speak him through it. Apollyon's grip on the sword loosened and falls to the floor with a clang. He tumbles downward, landing on his side gripping his head. " Get out of my head!"
Zuriel pulls himself closer to Apollyon, watching as the blonde struggled. For so long Zuriel has hated Apollyon for abandoning him all those years ago, never knowing why he was gone. For many centuries Zuriel accepted the fact that Apollyon had been killed in the war against Lucifer. Then only to find out that he had been under Lucifer's control the whole time. Zuriel hated him for lying, for letting him believe he was dead. But now, as he watched the angel's suffering, Zuriel forgot about that anger.
Zuriel let go of his hate over Apollyon, and decides to keep talking him through his pain. He brought his hand to the blonde's face, resting it onto his cheek. " Apollyon, look at me." He whispered. Apollyon looks up at him. " Do you remember when you took me to Yellowstone? It was my first visit to earth... It's was- I think- late summer. You gave me a tour all around, saying it was the one place you were able to create, even if it was destructive in its own way. It was still beautiful."
The spell controlling Apollyon slowly falls dormant, and the angel lays there listening to Zuriel's soothing words. Zuriel combs his fingers through his hair.
" That night-"
" I kissed you..." Apollyon finished, his voice calm yet a bit groggy. " That was the night I realized we were destined to be together."
Zuriel sighs. " Welcome back... Are you all right for now?"
" Yeah..." Apollyon sits up. When he looks over Zuriel he takes notice of his injuries. " Did I do that to you?"
" No, these were the Hellhounds handiwork. Yours is the gash in my back."
" I'm sorry..." Apollyon looks away with guilt. "... Are the Winchesters here with you?"
" Yes-"
" You have to get them out of here, this place is a death trap." Apollyon warned.
" What do you-"
" Crowley wanted you to find him. This whole thing is a trap."
Zuriel's eyes widen in disbelief.
A demon's body crashes through the door to the stairway. Dean bolts out after it, with the blood stained sword in hand. As he heads towards the solitary section of the prison, which is just down the hall, the doors begin to close. The demons hold the hall, and are trying to bar him out. Dean breaks into a sprint. He has to get through that passage before they can shut the doors, or else there's no chance of getting to Castiel that way.
Dean barges through the gap between the doors just in time, smashing the demons aside. He's was breathless, but laid into them for all his worth, fighting them off so none would get in his way again. As soon as he slain the last of them, Dean pressed forward.
Suddenly there's a ghostly blur of black, and Dean finds himself borne to the ground. Atop of him is another of Crowley's Hellhounds, yet this one was larger than the others. This must be Crowley's pet. Dean didn't care, it was gonna die just like those demons.
Its claws lash at him, Dean rolls to his side to avoid its attack, but the hound crawls on top of him again, its fangs trying to chomp at his neck. Dean maneuvers his head side to side, carefully timing the beast's strikes.
" GET OFF ME, YOU UGLY MUTT!" Dean buries the angel blade into the hounds chest. The Hellhound emits a loud yelp. The Dean dragged the blade downward, tearing apart its flesh. Excessive amounts of blood rains down on Dean, and his clothes become splotched in crimson.
Dean shoves the hounds heavy mass aside and crawls out from under the corpse. He clambers to his feet, and looks around in search for solitary room marked three. At the end of the corridor he emerges into a square chamber, which holds three holding cells. To his left he spots room three and motions toward it. Dean slides open the small window, peeks through and calls out to his lover. It was too dark inside to spot out the former angel, but he could hear movement. A figure steps into the small amount of light that shone through the opening, but Dean could barely see his features.
" Dean?... Is that you?" That familiar voice makes Dean smile with relief.
" Yeah, Cas, it's me... You all right?"
" I'm fine just get me out of here."
Dean reches into his jacket pocket for the lock picks. " Okay, hang on. I'll have out of there in no time." Dean goes to work on the lock, and within a few seconds there's a click and Dean swings the door open.
The Castiel steps forward with a smile. " I knew you'd come."
Dean was overwhelmed with joy, pulling Castiel into his embrace. " You'd do the same if it were me."
" Dean, Crowley might show up any minute. We have to leave now."
They pull apart. " You're right. Come on, let's go." As Dean reaches for Castiel's hand a gunshot rings out. Dean flinched, spatters of blood hit his face, and his eyes widened in horror. Castiel slumps forward, Dean catches him and they both drop to the floor. " Cas!" Dean shouts out. Tears immediately welled in his eyes when a saw that the bullet had penetrated Cas's head. "... No.."
" I cannot believe you fell for that. "
He brought his gaze up to the figure standing beside him. His expresiion of sorrow tranformed into rage. " Crowley.." he growled. Dean jumps to his feet and rushes toward the demon king. Crowley waves his hand and Dean flies backward, hitting the wall quite harshly.
" I had the feeling that Samuel would be too soft for the job." Crowley steps up, " So I decided to bring over something of yours." he clicks his fingers. Two demons come out from the corner, Dean is taken aback in realization that they had the real Castiel in their grasp.
" Cas?" Dean ganders to the dead Cas copycat. " Then what was-"
" Shapeshifter... Honestly, I thought you'd be able to tell the difference." Crowley moves over to Castiel. He grips at Castiel's hair, forces him onto his knees.
" Get your hands off him!" Dean barked.
Crowley and his two henchmen suddenly turn their focus down the hall as echoing footsteps quickly approached. It was definitely Sam, Travis and Samuel, and they're coming their way fast. That was Crowley's cue to aim a 1908 Pistole Parabellum ( AKA, Luger) at Castiel's head. When the three came into view they instantly halted when they've seen the gun pointed at Cas.
" How nice of you to join us... Now that you're all here, we can discuss this situation... And I sincerely hope there'll be no interruptions." Crowley fiddles the gun in his hand to indicate what he'd do if they did. " You boys have been a great pain lately. And as much as I'd love to kill you both, unforturnately, I have more important matters at hand... So, I'm giving you two choices. A- You stay out of my way, and once I've got what I want you can have Castiel back... or, B- You all die... So, What's your pick?"
" How about C- Bite me." Dean sneered.
Crowley shook his head with a sigh. " Oh well, You've clearly made your choice... Have it your way." he snaps his fingers and suddenly a small army of demons surround the hunters and detective. " Oh, and Samuel. Our deals off... Ta-ta."
" DEAN!" Castiel called out before vanishing with Crowley, leaving the brothers, Samuel, and Travis to face off the demons. The demons begin to slowly close in on them. Sam, Dean and Samuel readied themselves.
" Uh, you guys take the ones on the left, I take the ones on the right?" Travis said with anxiety.
" We're not gonna be able to take them all out." Samuel adds.
" So, we're screwed then... Damn it, I hate that son of a bitch Crowley."
Dean hunters and detective braced themselves as the demons advanced at them. Then an unexpected explosion of light bursts out of thin air right in front of them. That light starts to rapidly engulf the hallway. Sam, Dean, Samuel and Travis had to cover their eyes to prevent themselves from going blind. And when it dissipates they open their eyes to the mass of unconscious bodies at their feet.
" I know you guys are crazy, but this tops all the craziest things you've ever done." all turn their gaze toward that voice. Sam and Dean let out a sigh of relief.
" Gabriel? How'd you find us?" Sam asks.
Gabriel begins to maneuver his way across the hall. " Zuriel came looking for me, said you were in serious need of help-"
" Well, we could've used that help two minutes ago!" Dean barked, stepping toward Gabriel and graps his shirt. " Crowley's already gone, and he took Cas with him."
Gabriel's gaze drops, and he sighs. " I know... Dean, if I didn't have this war to deal with I'd help you, I really would." he looks into Dean's eyes again. " Why do you think I sent Zuriel in my place?"
Dean loosens and grip on Gabriel. " Right... Fine.." he turns away and starts walking off. " Your damn war is more important than your own brother... I get it."
Both Sam and Gabriel are taken aback by that.
Sam steps foward to protest, " Dean, this isn't his fault-"
" Oh, come on Sam!" Dean cuts him off with a shout. " He could've helped us at any time!"
" Dean, he just saved our butts!" Sam bellows in return, Dean stops halfway down the hall. " Listen, I know you're desperate to get Cas back... But we wouldn't be able to do that if we were dead." He sighs and continued, " We'll find another way to catch Crowley."
"..." Dean had nothing to say, he simply turned and resumed walking away.
" Dean?... Dean!"
... 20 Minutes Later ...
Sam, Travis, Gabriel and Samuel are making their way toward the main lobby where they meet up with Zuriel. Sam could see his brother outside waiting by the Impala. Sam exhales a heavy sigh then peers over to Gabriel. The archangel seemed a bit bummed out from the argument with Dean.
Sam places a comforting hand on Gabriel's shoulder. " Dean didn't mean what he said, Gabriel... He's just-"
Gabriel shook his head. " No, Sam, Dean's right... I've been so caught up in this stupid war when I should've been here helping you... I'm sorry."
" Hey." Sam stops him. " This isn't your fault, okay... Don't blame yourself for everything that's been happening."
" Guys?" Travis speaks up, and all eyes turn to the detective. " Are we just gonna walk out of here without acknowledging the fact that there are a crap load of dead bodies back there?"
" He's right." Samuel agrees.
" Don't worry, Zuriel and I will take care of everything here."
" What about those monsters? They can't stay here, but we can't let them out either." Samuel adds.
" We'll take care of them too." Gabriel gestures Zuriel to follow. " Zuriel will meet up with you at the motel as soon as we're done."
Sam nods then he and the others exit the front entrance, meeting up with Dean who has already climbed into the drivers seat. Gabriel and Zuriel waiting there until they drove away.
Zuriel gazed to the archangel. " How exactly are we going to take care of the mess?" he asked.
Gabriel claps his hands together, turning on his heels. " We revive them, and erase their memories. Make it seem like nothing ever happened."
" And what of the Alphas?" Zuriel begins following Gabriel's lead down the corridor.
" There's only one thing we can do... Kill them."
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Wow this chapter was a handfull. Hope you enjoyed & let me know what you think
until then, later.
