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TODAY'S UPDATE IS DEDICATED TOO:everyone out there that insits on writing brotherly fluff, and actually this chapter is devoted to every fanfiction writer out there. Without you guys, normal society would call me crazy. But I ain't anwsering the phone.
And since last chapter's wee!chesterwas so angsty, you can expect more randomly disperesed memories.
SPOILER ALERT: This does give away one of the more EPIC spoilers of season 4, the one with Sam and the thing and the place and the girl. If you know what I mean. Specifically episode the Rapture.
Disclaimer:Use this story as the reason why Erik Kripke won't let me own them.
Chapter Nine: In Which A Wall More Epic Than The Great Wall of China and The Berlin Wall Combined Is Broken
It was a moment any Bay Watch director could be proud of. As Sam heard the key in the motel lock time slowed down. He stopped fumbling with the first aid kit, all thoughts about his injured hand set aside as he watched to see who was coming through the door.
As Dean crossed the threshold, the overwhelming emotions trapped words in his throat.
"Sam!" was all he could choke out, but he meaning was loud and clear: I have missed you terribly, and am unbelievably happy to see you!
"Dean!" Sam acknowledged, in turn meaning: It makes my heart fill with sunshine to see you again, now we should hug!
Dean ran across the room in slow motion yelling again. "Sam!," which Sam took to mean; Yes, even though I say I hate it, I have always wanted to hug you because I'm emotionally desperate for your attentions.
Sam smiled, "Dean!" His word was muffled in Dean's shoulder as they embraced. Dean knew he meant to say; And you will always have my adoration because I think you're a superhero.
There was silence as they held each other in a steel grip hug. In the doorway, Castiel stood unsure of what to do. He removed his sunglasses and put them in the pocket of his leather jacket. He sighed, walking in and shutting the door. It was moments like these, when he was stuck watching the Winchesters for too long, that he wished he and his siblings could show such raw emotions.
He gave a small cough to recapture their attention. Sam glared at him over Dean's shoulder. "Um," Castiel faltered under the powerful intensity of Sam's gaze. "I know you guys have been busy with, y'know, everything, and so I did some research…and, uh Sam you're bleeding all over Dean by the way. Anyway I found out…"
The two brothers broke apart, instantly mad at Castiel for interrupting the hug.
"Research!" Sam exclaimed, amazed at the arrogant angel. He had been under the impression Castiel's only talent was appearing at awkward moments.
"Bleeding!" Dean exclaimed, amazed to see Sam was injured. He had been under the impression everything was on it's way to being okie-dokie.
Castiel, slightly miffed at being interrupted, started to explain his discovery, but Sam was already taking all the attention. He was backing in the kitchenette, trying to clear up confusion. "It's nothing Dean," he said hurriedly, "Just a scratch."
Dean looked closer; disappointed he hadn't notice before the red puffy eyes, the trickle of blood on Sam's wrist. Sam was making himself busy with the first aid kit, but that didn't stop the older Winchester form grabbing his wrist. Dean raised one eyebrow at the gash on Sam's palm that bled onto his arm.
Sam yanked away his arm. "I was chopping onions. To sauté them," he hissed.
Dean looked over Sam's shoulder at the frying pan, cutting board, and half chopped onion. "I like sautéed onions."
"Exactly." His eyes narrowed. "Welcome home."
"They're good in omelets!" Castiel added cheerfully. He was combing styling gel through his hair with a sleek black comb. He pouted. "Do you guys want to know what I discovered or not?"
Sam and Dean broke their intense eye contact and turned to stare at the angel, who had again interrupted their bonding moment. Castiel withered under the dual glares.
"Let me guess, Dallas," Dean said dryly, "the amazing book the Outsiders?"
"Or," Sam chimed in," were you inspired by the amazing musical Grease?"
Castiel looked down at his worn blue jeans (hole over one knee), white tee-shirt, and black leather jacket. "I don't know what you're talking about," he sniffed, "Besides. It's casual Friday."
"It's…not…Friday." Dean said between clenched teeth. Castiel took out his Aviators and resumed wearing them, but now for protection from the death stares.
Uriel showed up then, he stared at the Winchesters, then Castiel. He smiled, "Castiel, you should just tell them already."
He turned to leave as his message was delivered…
"Wait." Castiel stood up and walked over to his brother. With his back turned, Dean rolled his eyes to see the Thunderbirds logo. After minuets of intense whispering Uriel nodded back, "I don't think they'll go for it, but okay."
With that, he smacked Castiel's ass, "Thanks for last night."
Castiel blushed, "Yeah, if you ever need me to fix your flat tire again just call."
Uriel disappeared with a smug grin on his face. Dean and Sam exchanged glances, deciding to forgive Castiel momentarily for interrupting their hug. Dean grabbed the first band aid he saw, "So?"
As the angel answered, Dean smoothed it on to Sam's palm with careful touch.
"I know where Ackalacki is buried."
Sam was momentarily distracted by the pink princess Band-Aid he wore. "Oh," he smiled, then looking up, "Really?"
Dean smiled too, and in a moment of excitement he hugged Sam. Then he realized this did not fit his standard of 'cool' and so he broke it off. Hugging, Dean thought, was only cool after they had been separated, emotionally traumatized, or both. They could hug after this case, he decided.
In the shady areas of the room, a ghost flickered. A passing spirit, the last patron of the motel room in fact, handed him a handkerchief to wipe away Jensen's lone tear, "…so beautiful." He was truly touched by the brotherly bond. It would be sad when he destroyed it. He chuckled to hear Castiel's revelation. "You will never find me!" he laughed maliciously, "for I am like the one finned walrus of deception!"
He walked off, or rather, floated away into nothingness. As Sam and Castiel discussed details of their next move, Dean noticed the blue crayon that had been left on the kitchen table. He found himself staring off into a different time as an old memory washed over him.
"Remember, Dean," he could hear Dad's voice saying, "never write poetry. It is a dangerous habit and girls don't really dig the whole 'sensitive artist type.'"
Dean had been 7 then, not used to hiding his feelings. He looked into John Winchester's stern brown eyes and dropped his favorite blue crayon. He didn't understand. First off, girls where icky. And two, he'd been writing a Father's Day poem before being interrupted. "Promise me Dean, this is an order."
Dean looked at the half scribbled paper his dad was destroying, the words- my dad's a hero, slowly disappearing. "Yessir," Dean complied.
He vowed from then on, he would never use writing as an outlook for his emotions. It would be easier to bottle it up inside. Besides, his young mind reasoned, he had to take care of Sam, he couldn't focus on himself. Secondly, he vowed, cooties or not, to figure out what the deal was with girls.
"Dean?" Sam repeated breaking the memory, "Did you hear me?"
Dean stared blankly at his brother, "Yes?"
"So we have enough?"
"Yeah, I got enough," Dean said firmly wondering what the hell they were talking about.
Sam smiled, "You idiot." He turned back to Castiel, "Alright, so we have two shovels. We can…"
"Wait a minute," Dean leaned in, "Why am I an idiot this time?"
Castiel snickered. He and Sam shared a look, agreeing that it would be okay to let Dean in on the private joke. "We asked you if…" Castiel started but stopped to suppress a fit of giggles.
"No, let me tell it, let me tell it!" Sam said in one breath, signaling for Castiel to stop talking. He took a deep breath. "Like you just went blank man!"
Castiel popped his collar (effectively saving a balloon), "Totally spaced out."
"So we asked you," Sam paused for a laugh, "Do you wear any tutus?"
Castiel pointed at him, "You totally nodded and were like 'yessir!'"
Dean's jaw dropped, suddenly aware of the slight color change he was undergoing.
"And then-"
Dean couldn't believe there was more.
"-we asked you if you had a collection of them!"
Castielruffled his hair and gave a steely imitation of Dean. "Yeah I got enough."
The pair started laughing hysterically, and in the heat of the moment they threw their arms around each other's shoulders in the spirit of camaraderie. All mirth vanished as they quickly disentangled to stare at the carpet awkwardly. Sam glanced at Castiel out of the corner of his eye. As they caught each other's gaze, Sam turned to stare at the bed and Castiel the wall. Sam brushed a lock of hair away from his face, "So, um, we're gonna go dig up the grave in a couple of hours."
"Whatever," Castiel said, attempting to sound extra tough.
"Oh." Sam said dejectedly.
Dean shifted his gaze from one to the other. He felt as helpless as when he had been that beagle. "Sounds good Sam and you know what?"
"What?" Sam looked up, his face covered in worry lines, heart break, and angst.
"I'll let you pick the music."
Sam smiled. He and Deaen resumed making intense eye contact as Sam explained the details Dean hadn't been paying attetion to. Castiel rolled his eyes suddenly feeling very unwanted. He disappeared with no one noticing.
s-s-s-s-s-s-s
"Are we going to bury Sam alive?" Rebbecca squeed, clapping her ink stained hands excitedly.
"No! To over done! And it's stupid." Erica glared running a hand through her short hair. "Like your tutu joke."
Rebbecca flopped down onto the couch bed. "I liked it."
Lizzy sighed, and tossed popcorn at her head. "Really, Rebecca, it wasn't angsty at all."
"A little bit, it was," Rebecca demonstrated by pinching her index and thumb together. She looked at her sleepover buddies. They shook their heads disapprovingly at the silliest of the trio.
Lizzy gave a deep sigh and looked at the others. "Look. Sam's time… it's almost up and even though we've put him through hell, I don't know if he'll overload."
Erica stopped spraying whip cream onto her hot chocolate, and raised an eyebrow. "So? What more can we do?"
"We can send in an undercover agent," Lizzy said dramatically.
"I call dibs! Oh! Oh! Let me!" Rebbecca cheered.
"Wait, wait," Erica hissed. "Are you sure this will work?"
They all smiled, and laughed evilly. "Okay, then let's rock paper scissors for it."
After several intensely debated minuets, Rebbecca was victorious. "Ah, Lizzy," she shook her head, "always with the scissors."
As much as Lizzy hated to admit it, Rebbecca had won. "Alright, let's go get you a cover id."
"And figure out you're back story," Erica chirped, excited to write the next chapter in Rebbecca's life.
Rebbecca smiled as they walked over to Lizzy's closet. "Makeover time!"
As they walked through, grabbing assorted items, Lizzy made a sudden realization.
"But you guys have a plan right?" Lizzy raised an eyebrow. "We're not just gonna throw her in there?"
"Plan?" Rebbecca and Erica asked in unison, "What plan?"
"Good," said a fourth masculine voice, "that'll it make things much easier."
The girls turned around to see a very menacing Uriel standing in Lizzy's living room. Madison, Lizzy's small beagle yipped at the intruder. With one wave of his hand all noise from the beagle ceased.
"Oh…my…god," Rebbecca said, shattering the silence, "You broke the fourth wall!!"
Uriel rolled his eyes. "Parlor trick," he smiled, "but that's not why I'm here."
The girls shrugged. "What do you want?" Erica asked, even unspoken, the others knew she was the leader.
"I come to ask a favor on behalf of Castiel. For some reason he wants those mud monkeys, the Winchesters, spared. So I ask you ladies, to please make sure they live. Mostly. You can beat the hell out of them first."
Erica looked at the girls, they conversed silently. They had been hoping to end the story with a peg legged Sam, and a one-eyed-patch-wearing Dean, and then of course a car crash, Season One ender style. They turned back to face the angel. "What's in it for us?"
Rebbecca tapped Erica's shoulder, "Tone it down-that's an angel of the Lord!"
Erica hissed back, "Please. Eric Kripkie is my only God, and the only warriors he employs are writers."
"That makes us angels," Lizzy clarified.
Uriel waited to the chatter stopped. "I will allow you to see and-" He paused, taking a deep breath."-touch my wings."
The girls gasped. "Wait, wait, can we touch Castiel's wings?"
"Mine are exactly the same."
"But you're a meanie." Rebecca added, shyly.
"What!" Uriel roared; with one snap the room suddenly contained five ravenous, carnivorous penguins.
Without batting an eyelash, Erica snapped, "Seriously, you need to control your anger."
Behind her Lizzy and Rebecca were trying to pet the vicious animals. One penguin, snapped it's jaws as Lizzy declared its name would be Kerfuffle.
"Whatever," Uriel retorted, "it's not like I drink demon blood like that freak Sam Winchester."
Lizzy froze. "OH MY GOD. You spoiled it!"
Rebbecca wagged a finger at the tall man, "Yeah man, not cool, you didn't even give us a spoiler alert!"
"Unbelievable," Erica frowned, "deal's off. The boy's are dead, and Castiel is getting his wings clipped. Spoiling is a very serious offense."
The girls turned to leave for the kitchen to refill their mugs of hot coco. "Wait!" Uriel called. "You can touch Castiel's wings!"
"Not listening!" Erica called. Rebecca and Lizzy looked at her pleadingly. "Trust me," she mouthed.
Rebecca sighed. "We should ask if we could meet with Edward Cullen, too."
Erica and Lizzy glared at her, waiting for an explanation of their friend's randomness.
"Well," Rebecca explained, "Bella wrote TAP to impress Edward… unfortunately it worked… but I was thinking he'd be impressed with our story, since it's all about TAP…"
"Wrong fandom, Becca. And besides, I'd rather date Cedric Diggory," Lizzy huffed.
"Or Dean Winchester." Eric nodded emphatically.
"That's true," Rebecca agreed, trying to think of a better fictions character to date and/or cuddle. She failed miserably, "Well, I guess we should figure out what comes next."
Uriel swore, he could hear them getting worked up, and knew that the situation was spiraling out of control. Without thinking, he blurted, "And you can write a drunk!Castiel story!"
"Bingo!" The girls cheered silently, all other conditions set aside.
They walked back into the living room. Lizzy picked up Madison and stroked her fur. Rebecca glared at the angel. "We accept your terms," Erica announced.
"Can't wait for your next update," Uriel said sarcastically.
To Be Continued....
Everyone who's written in so far to help Sam, would you like to touch Castiel's wings?
Here's how you can help sam:
PM Me a name you want to go by ( elise, amber, whatever) and something you would say to him to cheer him up. include one detail about yourself: descriptiveve of your appearance (blonde) or personality (bubbly).
But only of course if you want to play a cruical role in the end.
