Chapter 11: My Favorite Angel

January 15, 2010

The month that followed the vampires' escape from the tomb was a rather uneventful one. Cas and Crowley were both radio silent, Gabriel had been phone-dodging him, there had been no potential hunts that had caught his interest, and he still had no word on Lucifer's whereabouts. That last one was mildly unnerving to the oldest Salvatore, considering the fact that Lucy-loo was trying to use him to bring back his deceased archangel son- ya know, the usual hunter bullshit. He was starting to think he shouldn't have relocated the Winchesters; they might've come in handy at this point. However, he couldn't allow Michael or Lucifer to obtain their true vessels, which would be no bueno.

Speaking of things that were 'no bueno', Damon had decided to snap Alaric's neck after provoking him the other day, something the man was none too happy about. He was lucky that he had a magic ring to protect him- one of the Gilbert rings, if Danny wasn't mistaken- from dying, otherwise things would have been awkward between him and Karen. Now, Danny had to do what he usually did-clean up his brother's mess. And so, he found himself outside of Alaric's apartment on an early Friday morning, hoping to make peace between himself and his pupil's brother.

Raising his hand, Danny knocked three times on the door before stepping back and waiting for the door to open. Hearing it unlock, Danny put on his politest smile as the door swung open to reveal Alaric, who immediately tried to slam the door in his face. Danny quickly put out a hand, keeping the door from closing in his face entirely.

"Whoa, hey, I come in peace, Ric," Danny smiled, flashing the Spock sign with his other hand.

"Why should I trust you? Your brother tried to kill me the other day, and he killed my wife," Ric retorted, trying and failing once more to close the door.

"Agreed, my brother is reckless dick and- at times- incredibly stupid, but I'm here to apologize on his behalf," Danny tipped his head in an apologetic manner, stating, "As for me, you have my word that no harm will come to your family from me."

"Again, why should I—"

"Ric, it's fine, you can trust him," came the feminine voice of Karen from inside the apartment.

As Alaric turned to respond his sister, Danny felt his lips curl into a smirk of satisfaction that she was taking his side. It slipped away quickly, replaced by a pleasant smile as the man turned back to face him. Danny waggled his fingers at him as Ric continued to stare at him suspiciously. After a few awkward moments slipped by, Ric opened the door and invited him in, watching him carefully as he strolled into the apartment. Danny took a seat in one of the armchairs, settling his left foot onto his right knee and clasping his hands together to rest on his chest. The Saltzmans took a seat on the sofa across from him, Karen's eyes flicking between the two men as though expecting one of them to erupt.

Deciding he should start, Danny said, "As a show of good faith, Ric, I will answer any question you have. So, ask away."

"How do you kill a vampire?" Ric immediately shot at him.

Danny raised an eyebrow at the man, already wishing he had a glass of bourbon in his hand as he replied, "Wow, right of the gate. Beheading, ripping out the heart, or any wooden object into the heart will kill a vampire. Most of the time, anyway."

"Most of the time? What's that supposed to mean?" Ric asked skeptically.

"Well, generally speaking, the older a vampire is, the stronger they are, and the harder they are to kill. The oldest of my kind cannot be killed by any of the ways that I've just described, nor should you have to worry about them. Next question," Danny replied smoothly, wanting to get away from the topic of the Mikaelsons.

"How are you able to walk in sunlight?"

"Magical jewelry. Next," Danny said with a wave of his hand.

"Magical—"

"Yes, magical. Vampires, witches, demons, angels, and all manner of supernatural creatures exist, Ric. Next," Danny replied rather boredly.

Ric frowned, about to ask another question, when Karen asked something she had been curious about for a while, "Have you ever killed anyone as vampire? Anyone human, that is?"

Danny frowned, hesitant to answer. Of course he had killed people, and each of those fuckers deserved it, he made damn sure of that. He had been killing rapists, murderers, pedophiles, etc. for over a century. There was, however, one person who fell into none of those categories.

"Funny you should ask that...New Orleans, June 9, 1863. Her name was Julia Walsh- or it was before she was married," Danny began, pausing for a moment before continuing, "She was the first person I fell in love with, despite the fact that she was carrying another man's child."

"You killed a pregnant woman?" Karen asked, covering her mouth in shock.

"Sorta. See, there was a serial killer roaming the town, targeting pregnant women. I was arrogant; I thought she would be safe, until I found her bleeding out in a warehouse. From there, I only had two choices: save her and let the child die, or kill her and save the child."

"Why couldn't you use your blood to heal her?" Ric asked, rather curious.

"The fetal heart rate was seconds away from flat lining, vampire blood wouldn't have helped in time. So, I did what I had to. I performed an emergency C-Section and got the baby out, killing Julia in the process."

"Oh, Danny, I'm so sorry-" Karen began, her hand twitching as though she was about to reach out to him.

"It was 150 years ago, I'm over it now," Danny replied with a wave of his hand.

"What happened to the child?" Ric asked.

"Well, I took William out of state, got him set up with his dead father's family. You might know of them, actually. Their last name was 'Saltzman'," Danny said, smirking at their shocked expressions.

"That's bullshit. There's been no mention of William Saltzman ever being - ," Ric argued, jumping to his feet.

"Compulsion is a hell of a thing, Ric. I figured things would go a lot smoother if the Saltzmans just believed William was their biological son, and I was correct," Danny replied, unfazed by Alaric's shouting.

"Why go to all that trouble for a child that wasn't yours? I mean, I get that you were in love with Julia, so why not raise William yourself?" Karen asked curiously.

"I made a promise to Julia that I would protect her descendants, and William would not have been safe in the supernatural infested cesspool that was New Orleans at the time," Danny replied, smirking slightly.

Alaric sat down, massaging the bridge of his nose as he said, "I need a drink, and time to process this-this-"

"Amalgamation of information? Hey, that rhymed," Danny supplied, a self-satisfied smile stretching out over his face.

"Yes. Mind leaving?"

"Say 'please' first," Danny replied, grinning at Ric's angry expression before raising up his hands in surrender and standing up.

He shook Ric's hand, gave a tip of his head and a small wink to Karen, and walked out the door, headed towards home.


It was as Danny was pulling into the driveway that he heard the sound of Damon screaming from the living room, prompting Danny to quickly park the car and vamp into the house. There, he spotted Anna and Pearl, the latter of whom was currently gouging out his baby brother's eyes. Danny clenched his fists, his fangs elongating and the veins appearing beneath his eyes as overwhelming rage consumed him. He vamped over to Anna, taking her by surprise and snapping her neck quickly. Pearl turned to face him, hissing angrily and tensing her body up to vamp towards him, when she was beaten to the punch by the oldest Salvatore. He vamped towards her, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her into the wall, snarling angrily at her.

She struggled for oxygen as her airways were constricted, grabbing at his hand and trying to pry his fingers off, but to no avail. Normally, this would be the point where Danny would smirk, toss out a few witty comments, maybe snap her neck, and then be on his merry way. However, he was beyond pissed at the moment, so he decided to forego all this and instead try to instill as much fear into this arrogant little bitch as he could.

"I'm older, how are you...?" Pearl managed as she still struggled for breath.

Danny ignored her question, instead releasing his hold on her throat and shoving his hand into her chest, wrapping his fingers around her still-beating heart as he snarled, "Now, I don't know what the fuck is going on here, but let me make one thing clear to you, Pearl: No one lays a hand on my brothers without suffering the consequences. Harm either them or myself in any way, and I will tear you limb from fucking limb. But, not before doing the same to your daughter first. Are we perfectly fucking clear?"

"Y-yes," Pearl choked out, genuinely afraid of the man.

"Good," Danny replied, releasing his hold on her heart and stepping back saying, "Now, kindly take your daughter's corpse and get the fuck out of my house."

Pearl took a second to catch her breath before grabbing Anna and vamping out of the house, leaving the two older Salvatores alone. Danny turned to his younger brother, his face softening as it returned to normal. He looked around, spotting an empty glass on the coffee table before grabbing it, biting his wrist and allowing the blood to flow into it.

He held it out to Damon, saying, "I know it's not human blood, but it should help with the healing a bit."

"Thanks. Guess I owe ya one," Damon groaned, letting a hand fall from one of his bloody sockets as he grabbed the glass.

Danny took a moment to inspect Pearl's handiwork; removing Damon's other hand as he did so. With a frown and a sigh, he vamped over to the kitchen, grabbing a hand towel and soaking it in water before vamping back, dabbing lightly at where Damon's eyes were supposed to be. Damon flinched away a few times, hissing in pain, but Danny persisted until all the blood was gone.

"How bad is it?" Damon asked, placing his now empty glass on the couch beside him.

"You should regain sight pretty soon, might have some light sensitivity for a bit, so I recommend tossing on some badass shades before drowning your sorrows in booze," Danny recommended, clapping his brother on the shoulder before continuing, "What did Pearl want?"

"She wanted everything on the Founder's Council, and for me to stop supplying them with vervain. She even tried to bribe me with Katherine's whereabouts, which she couldn't possibly know, right?" Damon asked, raising his head toward his brother for reassurance on this last part.

"If Pearl knew Katherine as well as she thought, her ass wouldn't have been left to rot in that tomb. Anyway, don't worry about Pearl's demands, there's not much she can do with me around. Her hands are tied," Danny responded, sitting on the edge of the coffee table, across from Damon.

"Speaking of, how the hell did you do that? How were you able to beat her?"

"The answer to that question is a rather lengthy story I'm not ready to talk about quite yet. Suffice it to say that it all leads back to Katherine," Danny replied flippantly. He then clapped his hands, rising to his feet and grabbing Damon's hands, pulling him up as he continued, "Now, let's go get that drink, shall we?"


The Salvatore brothers made their way to the bar in the Mystic Grill, sitting near an older brunette woman, who eyed them in a rather curious fashion. Damon proceeded to remove his sunglasses, handing them to Danny who was sitting to the right of him. Danny eyed his brother out of the corner of his eyes, subtly making sure he was alright.

"What's with the glasses inside?" the woman asked.

"My eyes were a little sensitive today," Damon replied, receiving a small snort of amusement from his big brother.

"You're both new around here," the woman stated.

"On the contrary, we're very old," Damon replied dryly.

"Speak for yourself. I feel like I'm 25 every damn day," Danny smirked, propping his head up with his hand.

Damon rolled his eyes before turning to the bartender, saying, "Two bourbons, neat."

"I haven't been gone that long. I would remember someone who looked like you two," the woman smiled.

Danny rolled his eyes, taking his drink from the bartender as he proceeded to try to tune out the rest of their conversation. As he was doing so, he felt a buzzing in his pants-and not the fun kind either. Removing his phone from his pocket, he saw that he was getting a call from Cas. With a small smile, he answered, walking away from the two as he did so.

"Cassie, my favorite angel. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Danny smirked, taking a seat at an empty booth in the corner.

"Where are you? We need to talk," came the gravelly voice on the other end.

"Currently in the process of getting 'white girl wasted' at the Mystic Grill," Danny replied, hanging up the phone as Cas appeared in the seat across from him. "Remember that discussion we had about giving someone a coronary, Cassie? Seriously, not cool."

"What does being a female with pale skin have to do with drinking?" Castiel replied curiously, tilting his head to the side like an adorable puppy.

"It's a term used to describe getting super trashed." Castiel furrowed his brow, still confused. "Hammered." Still, more confusion. "Inebriated."

"Ah. That's not why I'm here though, Daniel. I need to discuss something important with you," Castiel replied in his serious voice.

Sounds ominous. Danny thought before gesturing to a waitress for two more glasses of bourbon. He then turned back to Cas, saying, "Way to skip out on the foreplay, Cassie."

Cas frowned, confusion and mild alarm in his expression as he said, "I didn't come here to engage in sexual intercourse, Daniel. I apologize if I mislead you."

At that moment, the waitress had returned with their drinks, eyeing them with a small smile on her face as she said, "Personally, I think you two make a great couple."

As she walked away, Danny busted out laughing, while Castiel watched her leave, his expression of alarm growing. Danny struggled to stifle his laughter, remembering that they were in a public place, but felt like his ribs were about to crack from the pressure. He managed to bring it down to a wide smile after a few minutes; Cas's expression was stony and a little bit upset.

Danny rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his bourbon as he replied, "Relax, Cassie, we're not having intercourse. Admittedly, you're a very attractive angel, but I've got way too much drama in my life to drag yours in too. Maybe another time? Anyway, what did you want to talk about?"

"First off, I wanted to know if you have heard back from Gabriel," the angel responded.

"Sorry, Buddy, no dice. Gabe's been dodging my calls," Danny answered, taking a sip of his drink. "Not surprising, Gabriel's never been the type to want to overly involve himself in heaven's business. I'll keep trying, though. Anything else I can help you with?"

"I need you to bring back Sam and Dean," Cas replied, prompting Danny to choke on his drink.

"Not that I wouldn't be thrilled to see them, but why? We sent them away for a reason, Cas. To protect them from Michael and Lucifer while we stop the apocalypse," Danny finally said after regaining his composure.

"Yes, and that's been going so well for us, hasn't it?" Cas shot back, narrowing his eyes.

"Points for sassiness, Cassie. But, I concede your point. Besides, having the boys back in town will take some pressure off of me," Danny responded taking out his phone and dialing Dean's number.

"Danny? What's up?" came Dean's voice from the other line.

"Deano, what's up, man? Hey, I was just curious, where are you right now? Like, exact location?" Danny asked rather nonchalantly.

"Uh...why?"

"Because, I need to undo some compulsion I put on you and Sammy," Danny replied mildly, holding the phone away from him a bit to avoid the potential yelling.

"You did what?! You son of a bitch, you compelled us?!"

"Yes, I believe I just said that. Now, if you want me to undo it, tell me where you are right the fuck now," Danny responded shortly, having expected this sort of reaction.

There was a pause, then, "George Street Diner, Toronto. Why do you-?"

Danny hung up, placing his phone back in his pocket before drinking down the rest of his bourbon. After finishing the glass, he moved to the next one, suppressing a smirk as Castiel continued to stare at him expectantly, his gaze focused and serious as Danny continued to drink from the glass.

"Where did they say they were?" Castiel practically demanded.

Danny gave a small roll of his eyes before responding with, "George Street Diner, Toronto. Give them my regards, would you?"

His brows knitting in confusion, the angel asked, "What do you mean? You're coming with me to undo the compulsion."

"Not necessary. Being an angel, you should be able to do it yourself, Cassie. Besides, not entirely sure the boys want me around right now," Danny replied curtly, taking a long drink of his glass before leaning back in his seat.

Castiel narrowed his eyes at him before angeling away in a flutter of wings, leaving the man to drink alone. With a small sigh, Danny finished off the remainder of his drink before calling the nice waitress over for another. He passed much of his evening in this manner, now and again glancing at Damon or Stefan-who had just walked in with Elena and some of her friends. However, he didn't fail to notice the tomb vampires that had entered his domain, and then quickly left after Elena had found them out. Danny gave a half-smirk at this, torn between irritation and amusement at their presence in his bar. They were getting a little too bold, despite what had happened to Pearl and Anna this morning. Perhaps he should send a stronger message? A nice, fresh corpse oughta do the trick.


It was as he was about to walk through the front door of the house that he heard it: the shattering of glass. Son of a bitch. They better not have broken a window. Danny groaned, stomping his feet and pouting like a small child. It was as he heard the sounds of scuffling that he realized that his brothers were not alone. Feeling his fangs elongate and his veins appear for the second time that day, Danny vamped into the house, charging toward the woman standing over his youngest brother. He sank his fangs deep into her neck, draining her of her blood as she screamed in pain, struggling to push him off. Unrelenting, Danny continued to burrow deeper, eventually cutting clean through her neck. He released her body, catching her head before it could fall to the floor. The room was silent as the oldest Salvatore sauntered toward the remaining tomb vampire, tossing him the woman's head.

"Tell Pearl that's strike two. Anymore unpleasantness, and I come for every last one of you. Now, get the fuck out of my house," Danny snarled, barely amused as the vampire immediately left.

Stefan was the first to break the long awkward silence that followed, saying, "I remember them from 1864, they were in the tomb."

Damon's mouth set in a straight line, his face scrunching up slightly as he said, "Yeah, about that..."

"Did they really need to bust through the window? There was a perfectly good door right there," Danny pouted, gesturing at the aforementioned door while his brothers stared at him in disbelief.