Chapter 11: Okay, So Angels Are Real
This was entirely his fault.
Sammy thought as he was held up against the wall of the room he was sharing with himself. Well, older self that was. He had come to the decision, when they got back to their time, he was going to pretend this was all just one bad dream.
Especially this part. He had gotten up to use the restroom, and on the way back to his bed, he had tripped and used the windowsill to catch himself. He must have knocked off a bit of salt when his hand landed on it. Made and opening for the Demons to get through.
At least, that's what he thought they where. Dad had never mentioned Demons when talking to them about hunting. Maybe he wasn't telling them the whole truth, protecting them, what Sammy thought was ironic considering thee life they where in.
The Demon's where prowling around the room, looking at all of them, Sammy wanted to say 'hungrily' but he didn't know if Demons ate people.
"What do you want?" Sammy heard his older self asking the Demons, struggling against his invisible restraints.
"Oh, you know Sam. The usual, chaos, mayhem, your head on a platter. You boys have been giving us a lot of trouble lately." Demon Number One, as Sammy put her in his mind, answered.
"Hey, we where cool with the way things where. You causing trouble, we send you back to Hell, you claw yourselves out and cause more trouble, we send you back again. You had to go and mess up the whole thing and start the Apocalypse. We where simply trying to keep the peace." Sam said, almost sarcastically.
"The Apocalypse was the natural order of things. You and your brother had to go and throw a wrench in the whole operation. Buy the way, where is that big duffus of a brother of yours anyway?" Demon Number Two asked.
"Right here bitch." Dean said, standing just inside the door, shotgun cocked and aimed at Number One. He shot and hit his mark, Dean never missed a shot after all, causing Number One to fall back onto the ground. But Number Two took advantage of Dean preoccupation and used her own powers to slam him into the wall.
"There you are Dean. Right on time." Number Two said, walking over to him and wrapping a hand around his throat.
"Well, you know me." Dean said around the pressure on his windpipe. "Never one to disappoint."
"And now you bring up the Elephant in the room." Number One said, getting up and dusting herself off. "This does bring us to an interesting thought. If we kill the two kittens now, what happens to you?"
"I have to admit. You two where adorable when you where babies." Number Two said as Number One walked up to Sammy and starting stroking his face lovingly.
"I have to agree. Almost good enough to eat." Number One said, looking at Sammy with a look that really had him wondering if they where actually going to eat them.
"Leave him alone." Sammy heard his father yell from across the room.
"Oh, and Papa Bear speaks." Number One said, turning to face John and straightening up to look him in the eye instead of Sammy.
"I said, leave him alone." John threatened.
"And what exactly are you planning to do about it." Number One mocked, stepping closer to John.
"Hey, we're the ones you want. They haven't done anything to you." Sam said, getting the Demon's attention on him.
"Not yet." Number Two corrected, evidently enjoying watching Dean struggling to breath, but reluctantly let go to walk over to Sam. "But you see, we wonder, if we kill you while you're still young, you can't bother us later."
"Interesting theory, but I don't really approve of your testing methods." PreDean said, speaking up for the first time. Sammy noticing him sharing a small look with Dean.
"Oh really, and just how would you test this out?" Number One asked, turning to PreDean, face of polite interest.
"Well, for starters, I wouldn't be so ugly and bitchy." PreDean shot back.
"You don't change a bit, do you Dean. Always with the same comebacks." Number Two said, looking between the two Deans.
"Yeah, that's me, old reliable." Dean said, evidently catching on to whatever PreDean was trying to go, Sammy wishing he knew what they had planned. "Too bad your daddy wasn't the same. He came out of his hole just long enough for you to know he was there, then he left again. How does that feel?"
"I don't know. How does it feel Dean?...But, your Daddy's here, isn't he, you wanna tell him how it feels." Number Two answered, sending him a sarcastic smile.
"Pretty well when I think that, despite all the shit he put me through, I know he loved me and didn't want to kill me just as much as he wanted to kill the humans." Dean said, returning the smile with one of his own. Apparently hitting some sort of nerve, because the Demon broke it's hold on him and threw him across the room, seemingly knocking him out.
"You know, when you think about it that way, the whole Apocalypse is like a slogan for what could go wrong with Daddy issues. I mean, Lucifer didn't want to obey Daddy's orders, you just wanted Daddy to love you. It really is all very interesting." Sam said, getting the attention of both Demon's. Sammy noticing movement from Dean's position on the floor, very subtle, but there.
"It is interesting, isn't Dean. Of course, you would know all about following Daddy's orders and just wanting him to love you, wouldn't you?" Number Two asked, wrapping her hands around PreDean's throat.
"Get off of him!" John shouted from across the room again. He was fighting his bonds with everything he had, Sammy noticing that the conversation was really disturbing him.
"I don't think so." Number Two said, tightening her hold on PreDean's throat. "You have to teach manners early, and this little brat needs to be taught a lesson in respect." She said with a snarl.
"Not by you." Sammy heard as Castiel appeared in the room next to the Demon currently with her hands around PreDean's neck. Sammy watched as he placed a hand on the Demon's head and a bright light surrounded her.
Once her screams died, he turned to the other one who was backing up to the door, but stopped when she discovered that there was a line of salt there too.
"How did you get in here? This room was warded against Angels." She asked, her voice panicked.
"You should really make sure that when you knock a person out, they stay out. Well, not that you'll have a chance to anymore." Dean said, standing up. Sammy now seeing the sigil next to where he landed, that had been smudged and wiped away.
Castiel grabbed the Demon and placed his palm over her head. She struggled, but he seemed to have an iron grip that she couldn't break.
"I need to know, did you tell anyone that they where here?" Castiel asked, though it was really more of an order.
"As if I'd tell you." She snarled, continuing to struggle against his hold.
"You misunderstand. I need to know. You don't have to tell me anything for me to find out." Castiel said, placing his hand on her head. After a couple of seconds the same bright light that engulfed the last Demon, was around her. When her screams had stopped, and all that was left was a lifeless body with no eyes, which Sammy thought was interesting, but very creepy. He dropped the body onto the other, and he disappeared with both bodies.
Castiel returned a couple minutes later, all of them just remembering that they could move again.
"What the hell was that?" John asked, mind overloaded with too much information.
"That is exactly what Angels do to Demons." Dean answered, looking at Castiel with a huge grin on his face. One that even the stone faced Angel couldn't help but return, even if it was only slightly noticeable. Sammy almost certain he saw a small blush creep up on his face. "Dad, what you just witnessed is Cas here getting all Holy and Smiting himself a couple of Demons." Dean elaborated.
"So he smited...smote...those Demons?" PreDean asked, the word sounding foreign on his tongue.
"Yes, I did." Castiel answered.
"So, your the real deal?" John asked, looking slightly overwhelmed. "A genuine Angel from Heaven with a Halo and Wings?"
"You doubted." Castiel seemed to answer. "I see now where your children get it from. Dean didn't believe me when I first told him, and I believe Sam had a few misgivings."
"I was reasonably convinced you where a witch or a Demon or something." John said.
"I will never lie to you, or your children. I am what I say I am. I have no need of lying." Castiel said. "But we have more important matters. I read that Demon's mind, and it didn't tell anybody of our situation. I believe I have killed the only two that knew of this issue, but I believe it would be a good idea to either change rooms, or put up better salt lines. I'm wondering where I went wrong." Castiel pondered, walking over to the window and checking the salt lines, fixing the problem.
"I'm sorry, that was my fault." Sammy said, looking down in shame. The fact that his father seemed to believe Castiel was an Angel making his guilt even greater. "I went to the bathroom and I tripped. I should have checked the salt line, I know. But I didn't know I'd messed it up." Sammy explained.
"Sammy, you know better then that." John said, exasperated.
"I know, I was asleep, I didn't think about it. I'm sorry." Sammy said, again pretty upset with himself. He then felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see bright blue eyes.
"It's alright." Castiel said, giving him a very awkward pat on the back.
"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat. So how about we worry about different rooms in the morning and go back to sleep." Dean said.
"You can sleep after all that?" John asked Dean in disbelief.
"All in a days work. And of course, I'm in the room with the Angel." Dean said.
"Sam, are you going to remake that sigil?" Castiel asked, apparently double checking the other protections in the room. John starting to think that he may be able to trust him after all. Just not completely yet.
"Yeah, I got it." Sam said, already grabbing a knife to cut open his hand and get some blood.
They returned to their respective rooms afterwords. John noticing that PreDean was looking rather pleased with himself and wondering if even Dean as an adult, could understand his teenage self better then John could ever understand either of them.
He looked around the room at all the protections that Castiel had put up for them and wondered just how his kids got mixed up in Angel business in the first place. Thinking that at least they had one who seemed reasonably reliable. Though he did wonder why they seemed to have a pretty bad opinion of the other Angels. Let alone, if Angels did exist, and he was at least eighty-five percent sure now, how come no other hunters have ever seen them or know of them? All questions he guessed he would have to wait until morning to ask, since Castiel was warded from his and PreDean's room, and he couldn't just walk into the room he share with Dean without risking get shot, if Dean's reflexes where still them same as they where now.
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Well, there you have it. Chapter 11. I hope it answered a few questions, though it probably raised a few more.
Now, if you want a bit a Destiel, I'm not putting it in this story, but I did just write a small, cute little piece that I think you might enjoy.
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