It was as he was leaving the bathroom when he got the worst splitting migraine he had ever experienced. Without warning, his head was filled with the clamor of angels speaking. Loudly.
He had managed to get something to help him translate Enochian into something recognizable from Ciel, and from there he had quickly picked up the gist of the spoken language. He couldn't read it very well, but he could passably speak it. Sort of.
He picked up the words "Anna" "Milton" and a possible area. Once the migraine passed he went to his computer and looked her up... and to his shock, she was a girl about his age who happened to be a preacher's daughter.
Well the angels were up in arms about her, so there had to be a reason. And it was his weekend to keep Judy...
"Hey Dean, we might have a hunt. It might be safe for Judy to join us," said Sam.
Most of the time Judy stayed safe with Deanna and Samuel, because Bobby was very much an active hunter. He wasn't really equipped to handle a little girl, whereas Deanna and Samuel were more researchers than hunters. Plus they lived near a nice school district.
Sam and Dean usually brought Judy with them on weekends whenever they were able to. They tried not to bring her on hunts, but sometimes it happened.
They always made sure she was safe from damn near anything if they had to leave her for any amount of time though.
Judy was cheerfully playing on her new tablet that Sam had given her as a present while they drove on. Because the Impala was heavily warded (except the trunk), she was safe from harm while they went to investigate Anna Milton.
Except things weren't safe.
Anna was being hunted by demons, high ranking ones they were better off avoiding without some damn good back up, and angels.
It wasn't until Judy was in the same room as the girl that she enlightened everyone to what was actually going on.
Sam looked down when Judy tugged at his hand.
"What is it?"
"Daddy, why does she have bloody wings on her back?" asked Judy, pointing at Anna.
"I... What?" said Sam, baffled.
"Her wings. They look like someone tried to take them off, but didn't do the job right, they're all red and bloody," said Judy, in a voice that could almost pass for innocent. Any other child would have been traumatized by the sight of such a thing. For her, it was merely par for the course.
For obvious reasons, while none of her family showed her graphic images like the remains of a werewolf victim or a vampire attack, they at least didn't dumb down what was really happening around her.
Judy was a smart child. She had been through a living hell for over a year and survived, even if her mind was still being repaired with the therapist Zelretch had been kind enough to introduce Sam to. Her young age was helping tremendously with recovering from the ordeal.
Sam eyed Anna with renewed suspicion.
"Anna, you said that you've been picking up on the Angel Radio. You know the Enochian sigil for banishing angels from a place, and high ranking demons are after you."
"Shit. Sam I just remembered where I heard her name before," swore Dean. To be fair, they barely remembered most of what their alternate selves had told them, and the majority of the information they gave them was on a hard drive in a safety deposit box under Waver's name. Sam had the key, but it would require a specific passphrase in order to get to the hard drive.
The passphrase was something only a select few would know. Specifically the true names of five Servants.
Iskander, Arturia, Gilgamesh, Enkidu and Bluebeard.
All perfectly innocuous names...unless you knew the backstory behind them. Certainly not something an angel would have been able to guess, let alone a demon.
"Anna Milton...the angel who fell and took on human form," said Dean, looking at a disbelieving Anna in the eyes.
"What?"
"It certainly fits. And I vaguely remember where they said the Grace fell. Odds are Uriel has found it by now," said Sam, eyeing Anna.
"What are you talking about? I'm human!"
"No, you're not. You're an angel that tore out their own grace and took human form," said Dean.
"The only way this is going to resolve itself is if she gets her Grace back, or if she's dead."
Anna almost looked hysterical.
"Should we really be talking about death in front of your daughter?" she asked Sam.
"Daddy and Uncle Dean don't hide the facts around me, just the scenes," said Judy matter of fact. She wasn't allowed to see the gore, but they didn't really tried to hide it. She was smart enough to figure things out on her own, and it was better for her to hear the facts than let her imagination run wild.
Sam was about to say something when his phone rang. Whoever it was on the other end made his worried expression turn rather smug.
"Hey Dean, how would you like to meet the infamous Gil and his androgynous friend?" asked Sam.
"Gil as in... that Gil?"
"I dare say he could give them a run for their money while we get the Grace back, and you know he's not exactly fond of feathers or sulfur," said Sam.
"Hell, call him in! We could use the back up!" said Dean.
Sam had only seen Gilgamesh and Enkidu a handful of times since they decided to tour America and go on random hunts while drunk. Very rarely did he end up being called in to act as Gilgamesh's lawyer, as Enkidu was surprisingly adept at getting his friend out of trouble.
They were mostly calling because they were in the area and were bored enough to visit.
If anyone could keep the angels from killing them, or the demons from getting their claws on Anna, it was Gilgamesh. He'd probably enjoy causing some chaos.
Or at the very least Enkidu would help convince him. He was still rather fond of Sam, partly because the hunter hadn't hesitated to humor him while they were still Master and Servant, and because he let him go off with Gilgamesh rather than tell him to stick around.
Needless to say his treatment of Enkidu gained him a lot of leeway when it came to asking anything from the King of Heroes.
Dean couldn't help but stare when Gilgamesh drove up in a rather expensive as hell Ferrari. He never thought he'd see one up close, especially not a vintage one that had to have cost a fortune. It was red with gold trim, and looked like it cost more than Bobby's house and Dean's Impala combined. And that was before you got into the fashionable clothes and other little indicators that the owner came from a lot of money.
The casual way he disregarded the items said even more of the fact that he was richer than god and he knew it.
His eyes were slitted, almost cat-like, and they looked like a cross between blood red and ruby. There was a overt sort of arrogance that screamed power and influence and what was more was that the owner of it was damn well aware of it and not afraid to use it. His hair was like fire, and was fashionably cut. He wore strange gold earrings and a necklace that screamed antique.
All in all, he looked and felt like a total douchebag with more money and influence than Dean would ever have in his life, and someone he would gladly shoot in the ass if he could get away with it.
At least that was Dean's first impression of him.
Enkidu had long green hair, a cheerful, if passive attitude and a sort of childlike innocence. He had an androgynous look that made it hard to tell if he was a boy or girl, and the long hair didn't help. Sort of like a flower child that was enamored with the world and everything in it...only with the subtle thrum of power. Almost like meeting Castiel in full angel mode for the first time.
The two were almost complete polar opposites, and Dean might have had trouble believing the two were best friends.
Except... he had noticed immediately the way Gilgamesh and Enkidu looked at each other. It was impossible to miss, and he had recognized the expression for what it was. Most people might mistake it, but not Dean.
Complete and absolute trust. Gilgamesh in particular had the same sort of look Dean knew he had when Sam had died in Cold Oaks. The look that said he wouldn't hesitate to move heaven and earth to bring Enkidu back, and damn the consequences.
And while Dean might hate Gilgamesh for the arrogance he practically exuded out of every fiber of his being, he could respect the strange sort of loyalty that the blond had for his friend.
It took one to know one after all.
"So, where is my scribe and the angel he said might provide me amusement?" said Gilgamesh almost negligently.
A look passed between him and the golden king. A sort of recognition of the devotion for another person.
Which was pretty much the only reason why Gilgamesh didn't kill Dean out of hand for gazing upon him without permission. Well that and Enkidu would have been very disappointed in his friend enough not to talk to him for months.
Gilgamesh patiently listened to Sam's insane idea. Which boiled down to Gilgamesh giving the angels and demons both a hard time while they took back Anna's Grace. Sam could honestly care less if Gilgamesh pissed off both sides, so long as he didn't kill Castiel by accident.
Sam didn't know if Enuma Elish could kill even an angel, but it was a safe bet it could do some serious damage. Not that the arrogant king would bring it out without a good reason...like to kill Micheal or Lucifer for royally pissing him off.
Considering what alternate Dean told them about what he had seen when Lucifer won...yeah, that would definitely piss off Gilgamesh enough to actually DO something about it...like laying waste to Lucifer and every demon unlucky enough to cross his path.
For that reason Dean was going to start carrying a catalyst to summon Gilgamesh a second time, in the event that Zachariah dumped him in the future to make him even more desperate.
On a completely unrelated note, they now had a very good reason to shoot any Jehovah's Witnesses that happened to come to their door. It wasn't that they had anything against the religion, but it had everything to do with the fact that alternate Dean and Sam had mentioned offhand that there were multiple spies among that particular sect.
To be fair, Bobby's home wasn't exactly inviting to the casual parishioner, what with the occult symbols on the entrances and inside the house, and the brothers didn't have an actual home address to bother with.
And really, what kind of idiot went door to door knocking on hotel room doors to spread the good word and expect to be greeted with open arms anyway? They were just asking to be shot on principle.
Gilgamesh smirked. Dean resisted the urge to punch him, just because.
"I am bored enough to agree with your request, scribe."
One hurdle down, several more to go.
Dean had to ask once they were outside hearing distance.
"Why does he keep referring to you as 'scribe'?"
"I spent most of the tournament getting stories from the heroes than actually doing anything constructive. Most of which I wrote down. So naturally they assumed I was a historian or a bard that wanted to spread their tales to the masses. It was easier than trying to explain I summoned a Servant without knowing anything about the tournament save that the winner got a wish," said Sam shrugging.
And to be honest, he had been called worse. Much worse.
Which reminded him of something. He needed to get one of his books published. He had mostly been writing it in his spare time, partly out of boredom but also because it was an outlet that could be called healthy.
He was so sending the first one about Iskander to Waver as a gift though.
The expression on both sides seeing Gilgamesh and Enkidu present at the exchange? Priceless and enough to give Dean a good laugh for hours long after it was over.
Mostly because their expression could be summed up as "Oh Shit, what's HE doing here?!"
The sheer fact that even Alistair had been caught flat footed enough that Gilgamesh was able to kick his ass...
Well that had made Dean's day so much that he practically welcomed the golden king as part of the family, because Alistair had been the one in charge of torturing him in hell. Seeing him get his ass handed to him like the Winchesters usually had theirs on the more difficult hunts was something he'd treasure forever.
And to make it even better, Zelretch was able to share the memory with alternate Dean and brighten his day. More than enough to pay for the information he had given them about the Apocalypse and anything that happened to come up after.
About two weeks later Sam got something in the mail at Bobby's. Dean was baffled as to what it was until he opened the package while Sam was off getting groceries.
"Iskander, King of Conquerors?" read Dean.
"Seriously Dean? You couldn't wait for me to open it before getting into the mail?" said Sam, complete with irritated bitch face.
"What the heck is this? Some fantasy novel you ordered online?"
"Just read it," said Sam amused.
Dean wasn't one to read much, but his curiosity overrode his natural disinterest in books.
By the first seven pages, he was openly interested. By the second chapter, he was hooked. By the time he was halfway through, a suspicion came to mind as to who the author was.
"Sammy?"
"Yes?"
"Did you write this?"
"Dean, what part of I wrote down the stories of legendary heroes did you not get? I've been working on that for weeks out of boredom," said Sam with open smugness in his voice.
"My brother, king of nerds," said Dean, going back to his book.
"Jerk."
"Bitch," Dean shot back.
It would take him the better part of two days to finish it. And several hours of pestering before Sam gave him a sneak preview of the next one in the series, which was titled "Gilgamesh, King of Heroes".
As if that wasn't enough, for the cover photos he used pictures he had taken of said heroes in full armor. The first book had Iskandar in his armor riding his chariot...without Waver in the back with him. It made an imposing image of Rider, and there was very little worry of copyright issues.
The next one had a picture of Gilgamesh and Enkidu in their full glory, and it had taken several tries before they had the perfect picture to display the Golden King's glory to his satisfaction.