Note:
I don't own Supernatural or any other stuff in here just the storyline.
Sorry for the long delay on this but I am sort of having trouble not being disappointed with how things going on right now. My mountains are burning, holidays are coming, political BS, you name it. If I don't laugh Ima scream. lol
Anywho, Destiel's theme is the single version of Nights in White Satin : The Moody Blues. Sabriel's theme is Gabriel's version of Southern Cross : Crosby, Stills, and Nash. Neither of which I own, both of which I love. 8 D
WARNING: There is some serious stuff going on in part of this chapter. If you are sensitive about torture – PLEASE DO NOT READ THAT PART
I hope you like this and it was worth waiting for. As always if you have questions, please feel free to PM them to me or leave them in the comments. Thank you for reading this crap!
Peace, Love, and Free Will,
Me
Home
Becky had to get away from all of it for a few minutes at least. It was intense, in fact it was becoming too intense for her. She wandered around down in the castle like lobby of the hotel aimlessly. She didn't even bother to notice or comment on everyone's costumes like she would have normally done. All she could think about was the events of this entire day. She's woken this morning as one person but now, she was completely someone else; at least that's how it felt to her. She sat down on the end of one of the padded lobby benches in front of the front desk and just stared blankly, not noticing the girl sitting not far away, until she spoke.
Emily looked over at the young woman who'd just sat down not far from where she was sitting. She had the same kind of blank expression she herself had had that first day back after the vampires. "Hey,". she asked, "Are you okay?" she smiled a little, "Like I know that look, because I get it sometimes,".
Becky looked at her and blinked saying, "Huh?" she shook her head and said, "Yeah, I guess I'm good. Just trying to…" she looked away at nothing again, "to process some stuff. Thanks for asking though,".
Emily nodded in silence for a moment then added, "I know what you mean. Like two weeks ago, I was a completely different person," she paused before continuing, "Now like everything is different, you know?".
Becky mumbled absently, "You have no idea,".
Emily smiled feeling like this girl probably knew exactly how she felt, "Like for real, right!". She turned and faced Becky, "and you can't tell anybody either because nobody would believe you if you said anything!". Emily laughed, "Probably just throw you in the nut house,".
Becky looked at her again, "Yeah, and you can't really do anything about it either because your just stuck here," she smiled back, "and all you can do is go along with everything and ride it out!".
Emily laughed, "Do you ever wonder if you're just going insane or something? Like none of this crap happening is real shit?". Emily shook her head, "Two weeks ago I was in college and now…" she just trailed off and left it unfinished.
Becky looked at her, wondering, and finally asked, "What happened to you?".
Emily gave her a crooked smile and said, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you; it's too crazy!".
Becky gestured, looking around, "This is a Supernatural convention, if anyone is going to believe you it'd be somebody here,".
Emily looked around at all the people; she'd figured out earlier, after doing a lot of walking around, that this was a convention for a collection of books called Supernatural. She also figured out that those books were all about two brothers who went around hunting monsters with angels. Monsters and angels and ghosts were one thing, it was entirely something else to tell somebody you had been carting around a bunch of Ancient Egyptian gods in your car for days on end while they used … magic?... to look for their missing brother who was also an Ancient Egyptian god. It was beyond anything that sounded remotely sane. She looked at Becky, "You'd still tell me I belong in a nut house and then quietly sneak off and call the cops,". Emily laughed.
Becky just said, "Okay, I'll tell you what happened to me today and then you have to promise to tell me what happened to you,". She stuck out her hand, "Deal?".
Emily shook her hand, "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. By the way, my name is Emily,".
"Becky," she said flatly.
"Okay Becky, so what happened to you?" Emily asked.
"Okay, so you know the books about all this?" she gestured at everything again. Emily nodded half way and Becky continued, "Well everything that's happened in those books is real," she didn't hesitate or leave any room for Emily to dismiss her and leave, she just continued in a rush, "I've known that for a long time, though, but like this morning I got drug into the middle of the newest book that is just now being written. It's all happening right now and angels…" she looked at Emily again, "are real, and they've been being kidnapped by demons who are selling them on some kind of black market,". She took a breath and continued, "Now, some people I care about are torn up because 1 his boyfriend was kidnapped and 2 his brother is afraid the same thing is going to happen to his own boyfriend and 3 the angels brothers wanna kill whoever and whatever is doing it!". Becky took another deep breath, "So, it's been a long day," she laughed quietly.
Emily stared at her thinking 'Okay, maybe she will get it', then she opened her mouth beginning her own weird story of the unbelievable, "Okay, so I went to this party at someone's house who was a friend of a friend of a friend right?" she looked at Becky to see if she was following. She continued when she saw her nod, "So like I think they put something in our drinks because we woke up and I don't know how much time had passed. When I woke up, I was hungry and thirsty. Like it was all hazy and I could smell stuff and hear stuff that…" she looked off at nothing and continued, "you know, wasn't normal,". Then these crazy scary guys started bringing people into this, I don't know, some kind of old factory or something and you could smell their blood and I could hear their heart beating as stuff. At first there was one other guy there I kinda remember from that party and he just did…" Emily went quiet and teared up a little as she continued, "He tore them up… he killed them while they were screaming for help…".
Becky asked, "So, were you infected by a werewolf or a vampire?" She rubbed her shoulder sympathetically.
Emily sniffled a little and Becky gave her a tissue, "They were vampires, I don't know what happened to that guy. They took him away, but I refused to do it, and it was so hard because all I wanted to do was the same thing he was doing…". She looked up at her new fond friend with red eyes and said, "And then these things came along, and they killed all of them,".
Becky stopped rubbing her arm and asked, "Were they hunters?".
Emily looked at her and asked, "What's a hunter?".
Becky answered, "They're like a network of people who hunt down and kill monsters like vampires and ghosts and stuff,".
Emily took a deep breath, "No, they weren't human. I don't know what they are, there was supposed to be four of them but I've only ever saw three because I was too out of it when the other one left. They kind of look like people but they're not, and they are scary as hell,". Becky stared at her and she laughed a little, "They aren't monsters, I swear. They healed me. I don't know how, but they healed me and then took me home," She laughed at Becky who was staring gape mouthed at her, "The next day I came home and they were there asking for help. I've been driving east across the country with them ever since. They've been following their brother's 'light' as they keep calling it until it led here, but I don't know what happened to them,".
Becky waited a second then said, "Oh my God,".
Emily looked at her and shook her head, "I told you, you wouldn't believe me if I told you,". She laughed to herself, who in their right mind would believe that?!
Becky grabbed her arm almost frantic, "No, I believe you! I know who you're talking about!".
Emily blinked at her, "You do?" She let out a breath, happy to know she wasn't going mad.
Becky blurted out, "You're talking about the Ancient Egyptians!" She turned to fully face Emily, "I know where they are!" She let go, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, "You've been drug into it too!". She stood up and dragged Emily with her, "Come on, you have to go talk to Chuck!".
Emily followed her toward the elevators, "Who's Chuck?" she asked as she was tugged along.
Becky didn't even look back as she answered, "God,".
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Sam was groggy. He tried to peel his eyes open but it wasn't easy. He looked over at the window and realised it was night now. His mind groped for the bond to Gabriel but all he could feel was a distant static-y wave of energy that went somewhere west. He tried to shut his mind off but it just didn't really work.
He brought one massive hand up over his face and took a deep shaky breath. His mother cleared her throat so he realised she was there. He turned his head and looked at her, sitting in a chair close by, in the dim light of the room. "How are you feeling?"
"You really want me to answer that?", Sam asked frowning.
"If I didn't I wouldn't ask?", she spoke in a soothing calm way.
"Honestly, I don't know how to describe how I feel, mom,". He turned and looked out the window once more. "Physically, it feels like I have a big hole in my chest and I'm trying to keep from bleeding out," he looked at her again, "and I keep going from I just wanna sleep until I can open my eyes and find Gabriel staring down at me with one of his stupid grins to I wanna rip somethings head off to find him,".
"Wow, that's a lot to feel. Sounds overwhelming,". She said rubbing his arm.
He looked away once more, "Yeah, something like that," he mumbled, "How's Dean holding up to this?", he asked always concerned about his brother more than himself.
"Dean's a big boy. He can take care of himself, well maybe," she laughed quietly, "with Castiel's help of course,". She smiled at her youngest son who not long ago, while she was still in heaven, was only a tiny baby and now was a fully grown man. She sighed almost inaudibly saying, "Sam, what I guess I'm trying to say is you need to focus on yourself first, Sweetie, then worry about your brother who for now is okay,".
"Mom," he started at her, "you don't understand. Dean will tell you he's fine even if he isn't," he started to get up but Mary gently pushed him back down.
"Okay, but you need just a little more rest first. You need some strength right now," she said worried for him and Dean both.
Sam laid back down, though he was seriously debating whether he should just get up and check on his brother or listen to his mother, and his own body, and just stay right where he was. He felt emotionally and physically drained; the hole where Gabriel's grace link should be was still gaping but it didn't feel as if it were oozing anymore at least. Issues like being in the cage with Lucifer for so long, things that were always there weighing on his shoulders at the back of his mind, were just gone. Not gone like when Death had blocked all memories of them, it's just, they didn't bother him so much any more.
He looked back at his mom and gave her a weak smile, "Okay, sure mom,".
She stood up to leave so he could rest more, "Alright, if you need anything don't be afraid to say so,".
He smiled at her more trying to calm her nerves, it must be hell to watch one of your kids going through this and not be able to do anything to help it. "Thanks mom, that really means a lot to me,".
She opened the door and stepped out, leaning her head into the room before she closed it, and said, "I love you, Sam,".
He replied, "I love you too, mom,". He laid there in the dim light staring at the ceiling for quite a while before he got up to use the bathroom. All of his thoughts were consumed with his brother, Castiel, hell even Balthazar, but mostly Gabriel. His lollipop was gone, he let his soul's energy drift out of the gaping hole he felt in his chest, but he couldn't feel his archangel's icy warm grace at all. He frowned deeper as sadness washed over him, he knew Gabe was alive because the hole wasn't sealed like it was before. Knowing that didn't help anything; in fact it made his very being ache because he was helpless.
Then something dawned on him; the hole was there, it wasn't sealed up. Maybe Gabriel's grace couldn't get to him, but what if his soul could reach Gabriel? He needed to relax so he could use all of his concentration. He looked at the shower, he didn't feel dirty, one of the angels had probably seen to that, but he'd always found standing in the hot, steamy water to be very relaxing to all of his aches and pains, mentally and physically. So that is what he did; he took a long hot shower, trying to let every issue he was having, very external thought that crossed his mind, wash away from him down the drain, before he stepped out and dried himself.
Sam stood there in the bathroom for a moment, unsure if he was capable, but then a strong determination washed over him and he reached forward to lock the door. He could do this. No, he would do this, his angel needed him for once and somehow that thought was screaming through his mind. He knew, somehow he knew without a shred of doubt, Gabriel desperately needed him right now.
He leaned against the sink, looking in the mirror briefly, before he closed his eyes and concentrated for all he was worth on Gabriel; what he looked like, what his grace felt like, how he smelled, anything that was his archangel. Then he shoved the light of his soul out through that hole and let himself be drawn toward Gabriel's grace; being very careful not to let his conscious thoughts interfere with where it was going.
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Somewhat Earlier:
Gabriel sat up on the cot when he heard the heavy door open down the hall. His heart sank every time he heard that scraping sound and the possibility that it could be another being who had the misfortune for running into this bunch. He still wasn't sure how they had gotten ahold of magic that could trap even angels, but it irked him to no end because he was powerless to do anything about it.
It was that woman again, what was her name… Naamah? He stood defiantly as she walked down the hall. He glanced across the way at Heru, who stood straight and had his wings spread. Gabriel nodded slightly and also spread his six wings as much as he could.
Naamah walked straight past both as if they didn't even exist, stopping a little further down at Samandriel's cell. "Take this one for photographs," She said to the other two unknown demons, "It's time to get him out of here,".
Samandriel backed up afraid of the three demons and whispered, "No… no I don't want to go with you. Leave me alone,". He'd suffered enough indignities when they'd first captured him. Naamah unlocked his cell door and grabbed his wrist as he started screaming.
Gabriel lunged to the front bars of his own cell and yelled at her, "You fucking bitch, he's just a kid!" He wished he could access his grace right now because he wanted so badly to smite all of them. "Leave him alone! You wouldn't be so god damned smug if any of us were at full power, you fucking demon coward!".
Heru was standing pressed against the bars of his own cell as well chittering away in feather at them, "Worthless black eyed scum! Vermin scourge, take your hands from the child!".
The two male demons started to drag the poor young angel from his cell and down the hall toward the door leading to that hated and feared room of tortures. He screamed incoherently, flailing his arms and smaller dove like wings. Gabriel gritted his teeth as she walked past, then not able to stop himself he grabbed at her, getting a fist full of her stupid curly hair. Heru threw his head back and screeched loudly reaching out with his clawed hands and grabbed at the male demon who was closest to himself.
The demon howled as claws dug into his left elbow, just as Gabriel jerked Naamah, slamming her against the bars of his cell, "Let the kid go, you filthy abomination!" he growled in her ear, his eyes shined with the wrath of Loki. He grabbed her wrist through the bars twisting her arm and forcing her to watch as one of her demons was torn apart across the hall. Yet, she showed no fear at all.
Both of the male demons let go of Samandriel instantly, he cringed running to the opposite end of the hall watching in horror at what was unfolding in front of him. Heru pulled the one in his grasp slamming him against the bars and yanking its arm through into his cage. He immediately started biting it all over tearing hunks of flesh away and screeching like an eagle in flight while the demon desperately tried to get away. His struggles stopped when Heru grabbed the side of his face digging his claws deep into the demon's head, causing it to smoke out. Heru dropped it dead and threw his head back screeching almost at a deafening level.
Gabriel hissed, "You see that, demon bitch? That's gonna be every fucking one of you,". He chuckled in an eerily Norse God-like way.
A sound like a silenced gun rang through the air, Gabriel winced at the burning sting that swept from his neck across his whole body. Two more shots went off, and Heru screeched again, staggering backward. Gabriel blinked, his hands and arms went numb, letting Naamah slip free from his grasp. He couldn't feel his wings either, then his legs seemed to go out from under him. He glanced up at her as he realised he'd been hit with a tranquilizing dart. She smiled as his vision started to blur, "What were you saying angel? I don't think I quite got that,". The last thing he saw and heard was her laughter before everything went black.
"I didn't think so," she said spitting on him. She turned to the other demon, who still had the tranquilizer gun in his hand, "Take that boy back to his cage and bring this one up stairs and string him up," She looked back at Gabriel, now a mass of limbs and golden feathers on the floor, "Okay, we'll play instead, since you volunteered so nicely," Then added as an after thought, "And make sure somebody cleans up that mess," she said gesturing to the bloody pile of demon flesh on the floor.
The skinny rough looking demon grabbed Samandriel, who was in a state of shock, and practically threw him back in his cell. Samandriel stood frozen almost unseeing as Naamah opened Gabriel's cell and he was dragged limp down the hall.
Heru still wasn't completely put under by the serum that had been designed for angels which he obviously was not. He was fully conscious even if he couldn't move a muscle. His eyes rolled around watching as they drug his friend out of his cage. Inside he was all fury; he wanted to rip all of the black eyed things apart like he'd done with the one that was now dead in front of his cage. He tried to will his light out toward his sister and brothers, whom he knew were closer now. He had to get out of this cage and save these poor things who'd been imprisoned in here. This was a heinous crime against the earth. One person owning or laying claim on another as if they were a possession and therefore disposable, was not something that was tolerable. It was a crime against the earth and therefore this whole stinking fetid hole needed to be wiped away from the planet; and before it was over, he and his sister and brothers were going to burn this place from the memory of all.
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Dean closed the door of their suite with a heavy heart and what felt like the weight of the world bearing down on his shoulders again. He looked around the room, which now felt as empty as Santa's stable on Christmas Eve. His face was expressionless as he stared out the window at nothing.
"Just why, man?", he muttered aloud to himself.
Castiel felt nothing but sadness, for his brother and for Sam, and most of all for the way everything was starting to affect Dean. His heart ached for his hunter, "Why what?" he asked.
The hyper tense bubble of pent up thoughts and feelings that was Dean chose that moment to completely burst and it was frightening. He kicked one of Gabriel's sandals, which was lying in the middle of the floor, across the room and shouted loudly, "Why does this shit keep happening to my little brother and me?!". He spun around and punched the wall several times before Castiel could reach him.
"Dean, stop it! You're hurting yourself!", the angel shouted to him as he grabbed his hunter's hand. "Breaking your hand is not going to do anything to fix the situation. You've got to calm down,".
"I don't care right now!", Dean said spinning to stare the angel in the face with hard eyes. "Sammy's fucked up again, Gabriel's gone, we gotta fight a nest full of demons that even Crowley didn't know about, and now we got those other things to worry about too!".
Castiel tried to sooth him down a bit by letting a gentle bit of his grace flow through the soft grip he had on Dean's shoulder as he spoke, "Yes Sam has been affected, and yes they've got my brother, and yes even Crowley doesn't know everything about what is happening, but those other creatures are helping us and they aren't a threat,". He leaned his brow against the hunter's when he felt him relax a slight bit, "I can't do it alone this time, Dean. I've got to have you with me on this,".
Dean looked deep into Castiel's clear ocean blue eyes and a single shudder wracked his entire body as the walls began to crack under the strain of the situation, "I can't do anything Cas," he blinked numbly, "I can't fix my little brother this time,". He muttered.
Castiel waved one hand instantly warding the whole suite for sound so no one could hear anything that was happening in their room. "No, you can't," he said calmly. "You can't fix everything on your own all the time, Dean. You've got to let all of us help, you don't have to do it alone. You can't do it alone," He whispered sweeping his fingers through his hunter's short hair.
"You know how hard that is, Angel?" Dean said, his eyes focusing on his angel's face. "All my life he's been my responsibility. He's always looked to me for pretty much everything; where to go, what to do, and to keep him safe,". Another shudder went through his body, "He can't function right on his own, he doesn't know how without getting into trouble," He grit his teeth, "It's why he always comes back. Because he knows no matter what has happened, his big brother will take care of him,". He turned away facing the wall, "Because I always fix everything for him,". He took a deep stuttered breath as the first tears leaked from his eyes, "I'm not sure I can fix this for him, Angel,".
His body shook violently and Castiel slid up behind him and wrapped his arms around the hunter's waist leaning his head down close to whisper into his ear, "Then let me help you, Beloved. Let all of us help you,". He kissed Dean's ear softly, swaying their bodies together gently.
Dean sniffled almost imperceptibly, "It should be me, damn it. That's my whole point,". He reached down to lay his hand over the angel's arms around his waist, "I'm failing him, Cas. I'm failing him and there ain't nothin I can do about it,". A quiet sob escaped his lips.
Cas spoke softly, gently to the hunter, "You aren't failing. Apparently, there is something massive and far reaching going on here,". He nuzzled the crook of Dean's neck inhaling his human's scent, "None of us can do this alone. It's going to take all of us together to do this,".
Dean chuckled and sniffled saying, "Two broken angels, a couple of broken hunters, and three fucked up things. That's what we got to go up against something that took out an archangel. We're really battin' a thousand here,". He shook his head.
Castiel whispered into his other ear, "I know of two human boys," he took Dean's hands in his own and held them out to the sides as he nipped his neck before continuing, "who took on a whole army of angel's," he took his hands away from Dean's and ran them down the hunter's chest, "and not one, but two archangel's,". He hummed against his neck and kissed nipping his skin again. "As I recall, those two boys succeeded in their quest to stop the apocalypse from happening,". He rolled his hips against Dean's ass.
Dean closed his eyes beginning to let go of and forget about the tension he'd built up over the course of the day. "Don't even get me started on how fucked up all that was," he said moaning, "I had to watch while Lucifer blew you up right in front of me," he turned around in the angel's arms and continued talking as their lips pressed together, "The same dickhead, killed Gabriel, Sam got stuck in the box, and we lost Adam,". He ground his hips against Castiel's and stuck his hands under that trench coat sliding it from his shoulders.
Castiel replied as his coat fell to the floor still keeping their lips close as he kissed Dean, "Yeah but, Father brought me back instantly, and now Gabriel is back, and maybe father will bring Adam back as well, I am guessing,". He slid his own hands under Dean's leather jacket and pulled it off, dropping it on the chair beside the bed.
Dean moaned softly as Castiel gently bit his lip, "Sure you're back, but now Gabriel is gone, and Adam is still missing,". He bit the angel's chin.
Castiel groaned in return, "We can get Gabriel back, and maybe we can even get Adam back out of the box,". He slid his hands under the tight black t-shirt Dean was wearing dancing his fingers over his chest "And I am here right now with you,". He pulled the shirt over the hunter's head and lightly nipped the other man's collar bone, "So what are you going to do about it?", he said in a low gravelly voice just dripping with sexiness.
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Gabriel shivered himself awake; he had no idea how long he'd been out but without access to his grace, he was cold. He was still groggy as he lifted his head and looked around. He tried to move his hand to brush the hair out of his face and then realized something; his arms were spread out tightly to his sides and chained with the same cursed black metal he'd experienced before. He shivered violently this time, realising his legs were in the same position and he was also completely naked. His mind went frantic at that point. He hadn't been put in this kind of position, out side of playing in his bedroom, for almost 1,500 years and then he wasn't cut off from his grace like he was now.
He caught movement out of the corner of his eye as the heavily warded door scraped open slightly and then shut with a metallic thunk. He steeled himself for what he imagined what might be coming thinking 'I have to get through this. No matter what happens I have to get through this for Sam'.
The door opened and this time it was Naamah who stepped through with a smug expression. "Well, well, well," she jeered at him, "Look at the little bird, I've snared in my net,". She laughed but there was absolutely no warmth in it, it was ice cold and vicious.
Gabriel laughed right back at her, mockingly, "I think you're a day late and a dollar short if you think you've snared me in your net, girlie,".
Naamah answered, "I don't know," she grabbed a fist full of his golden brown hair yanking his head up to face her, "you look nice and caught to me. Like a fat little otter with his leg caught in a fur trap, actually,". She laughed so loud, cold, and vicious at the irony in that.
Gabriel narrowed his fiery eyes at her and hissed back, "I may be an otter, you fucking whore, but by father's name, at least I wasn't caught by you,".
"Oh I'm so sorry. Did I hit a raw nerve there?" She threw his head back and took a very small step away turning from him but continuing to talk, "I could force a bond with you, you realise this don't you? It's what I do,".
Gabriel laughed uncontrollably, "I seriously doubt that, bitch,".
Naamah spun back around, tired of his degrading remarks about her, anger burning through her cold eyes, "You unfavoured, little feathered, hedonistic, bastard child! No wonder your own father threw you out of his home! Who in their right mind would want you!".
Gabriel smirked at the outburst giving her a characteristic snarky remark, "Hey! I resemble that statement, you good for nothing, useless bitch! You should have been left to drown with the rest of the world, why anyone was stupid enough to have pity on you and rescue you is beyond comprehension,". He let her know she was no better than he was; but at least he still had his grace and did do the right things at least sometimes.
Somehow, she was suddenly inches away from his face, "I seduced the old man, and I can do the same to you. I will twist your will, manipulate you till all you desire is to make me happy, and then I will force you to bond with me while your brain is too euphoric to realise what is even happening!". She smiled; and her smile was so beautiful and sweet. She smelled like lotus blossoms, her eyes were like gems sparkling in fire light, and her hair was akin to threads of silk. Her poison washed over Gabriel.
The only thing was, it had no affect on the angel, "Please. Bitch, demon whore… puke store… however you want to say it? One, I can say with certainty you smell like road kill that's been sittin' in the sun for a few days and your eyes look like a dead man's if you ask me,". He crinkled his nose up at what looked and smelled like a corpse to him. He turned his head as much as he could to keep from being assailed by her any more than he had to be.
"Impossible!", she growled. "How are you able to withstand it?! No man, beast, demon, god, or angel can withstand my charm!". If she was angry before, she was now enraged for being cheated of her prize; to ensnare Gabriel then use and manipulate him to gain access to his archangel grace once she had control of him. That would make her unstoppable.
Gabriel threw his head back and howled with laughter, "You really are a dumbass!" He dead panned looking her straight in the eyes and said flatly, "I'm already bonded, you fucking stupid demon bitch,". That was the end of the story for her schemes. Once an angel was bonded, no matter whom, it was eternal, there was no changing that. It didn't matter if she waited for 10 billion years, that bond would never break and because Gabriel was immortal, his bonded lover also now immortal.
She howled in frustration at the knowledge. She needed an archangel's power and grace to do what she wanted to do; own mortal time and space. For millennia she had slowly been building the foundation of her empire, slowly building wealth with a long time business partner far to the east, waiting for her chance. She finally had it. She'd managed to get ahold of one of the four archangels, even if he was the youngest and only the third most powerful, and it was all for naught. She was beyond anything the word anger could describe. She took one of her stolen angel blades and ran it deep down Gabriel's chest.
Gabriel inhaled and grit his teeth as white hot pain shot through his whole body. Grace leaked its way through the surface of his skin; by the time she was done, he was howling in pain and screaming in Norse and Enochian together. It made Naamah smile in delight, "You feel that, because that is what you are going to feel every day. For the rest of this planet's existence. You can forget about your mate, you feathered freak," She circled the blade around one of his nipples and then drug it deeply across his chest to the other, causing him to scream again, "You are never going to see her again!".
Gabriel looked up at her, sweat starting to drip down his brow, he made a half hearted chuckle at her statement and didn't tell her he was not bonded to a woman but to a human male. Chuck, in heaven's name, but it was ironic; even on the surface these guys were evil. They disrupted funerals, soldiers home comings, ceremonies for those lost in tragedies, and more; 'God Hates Fags' was their moto. He laughed even more. "Tell me, useless. What is so funny?". She stuck the tip of that blade under his chin gouging just a tiny bit, enough to make him scream again as it felt like fire exploded through his head; grace bled from his chin and dripped down the knife in a thin stream of glowing white hot light.
Gabriel tried desperately to touch Sam through their bond, he needed strength for this and he had no way to touch his own, then he felt him; felt Sam's soul, a tiny silver thread of pureness that wound around his grace. He smiled, still saying nothing to her. She growled and punched him in the jaw with the pummel of the angel blade, blood seeped from the mouth of his long time vessel. He looked up at her blinking, a drop of blood fell from his bottom lip and he whispered singing through the pain, after all it was their song.
Got out of town one dark night, my brothers were fightin'
Didn't care where, long as they never found me
I was makin my own way for the first time
Thought I'd finally found a measure of peace.
She didn't take well to it. If the stupid angel could sing she was being too gentle. She grabbed the smallest wing on his left side and pulled it hard, almost enough to dislocate it, and dug the tip of her angel blade into the peak joint. Gabriel let out a high pitched angel screech. It busted the dark black glass of the two way mirror on the other side of the room. When she finally pulled the blade away and dropped his wing; it hung limp. She'd severed the tendons rendering it gimp; he stopped screaming but he now wore an expression of unending pain. Still, he clung to that little thread of Sam buried deep with his grace and kept singing.
And then one day I ran into a tall sweet moose
He smiled at me and well I knew, I had lost my way
I tried my best so many damn times to outrun him
But at the end of times I realised, there was just no way
"Stop singing!" she growled at him and punched him in the side of the face. There was a quiet pop when her fist made contact as his nose broke. "Shut the fuck up!". Blood dripped out of his nose now as well. He just chuckled at her again and kept right on singing.
I think about
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'
What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten
He couldn't stop singing; it was their song. The throb from his wing was almost incomprehensible and he coiled his grace around Sam's soul thread, holding it as tightly as he could for as much as he could manipulate his grace. He had to. He had to come out of this alive for Sam's sake.
Naamah circled behind him; she'd figured out what would cause him the most pain, his wings and she was going to cause him as much pain as possible for the ruin he had caused her. She grabbed fistfuls of dark gold downy underfeathers and yanked them away from each side of his largest pair of wings. The room erupted in a high frequency sound wave that would have punctured normal human ear drums. She leaned close and whispered into his ear, "Let me hear that beautiful voice again angel,". She dug the tip of the angel blade under the skin on one of the bald patches on his wing.
Gabriel gritted his teeth. He wanted to scream as the light of his grace spilled down his pin feathers and dripped into a slowly building puddle beneath his feet. His head was bent forward, his eyes clinched tightly shut, his every thought concentrated on Sam as he opened his mouth and sang.
I have been around the world
Lookin' for that golden boy
Who knows love can endure
And you know it will
Naamah gouged the knife tip deeper making him scream with a very human voice this time, he wasn't giving her the satisfaction of his angelic voice if he could help it, "I don't want to hear that garbage!", she leaned close from behind again, "What is that, a love song for the pathetic human girl you chose to share your abilities with?" she laughed low and cold, "what a sad and absolute waste,".
He screamed, he couldn't help it. The angel blade she had was not enough to kill him, but it was the worst pain he'd ever experienced, aside from the archangel blade his brother had buried deep in his chest. He blinked sweat out of his eyes and spit a mouthful of blood on the floor. He tried to laugh at that thought but it came out as more of a silent jerky movement that shot pain through his wings and straight to the center of his brain. He grit his teeth again as he continued.
When you see my southern boy for the first time
You'll understand now why I feel this way
'Cause the truth I had been runnin' from was so small
But it was big as the promise, the promise of a comin' day
"See, this is why God hates you angel,". She withdrew her knife and he gasped as she did. "You probably disobey his every word. This is his punishment for you; to let me catch you and use you and teach you his way,". She grabbed the small wing on his right side near the joint, the one she hadn't touched yet, and bent it back the wrong way. Gabriel jerked screaming Enochian and Norse as she put more and more force into it, until it popped loudly.
Gabriel's head swam with pain, as he forced words through his gritted teeth, "I'm sailing for tomorrow my dreams are a- dyin'".
Naamah sneered, "I told you to shut the fuck up! You stupid dense moron, no wonder your own father rejected you!" She gripped the angel blade tightly and dug the tip into the joint where his wing joined his spine.
Gabriel clung just as tightly to Sam's soul and sang as tears ran in rivers from his eyes, "My love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain". He sobbed loudly as that blade dug deeper and cut wider around it. Blood and grace mixed as they ran in rivers down his back coating his beautiful gold feathers.
"Love is not going to save you Gabriel!". It was the first time she'd said his name since he'd gotten here. She dug the blade under his joint pulling on the small wing stretching it away from his back; and then it began to dawn on her what he had been singing all this time. "You filthy pig!" she had a look of shock and horror on her face as she gaped at him. She wallowed the blade around severing tendons and ligaments.
He kept on singing; it would almost be funny, if he wasn't in this situation, "I have my ship and all my flags are a-flyin'".
He screamed in his angelic voice, shattering the shards of mirror glass to grains, as she pried the blade around underneath his wing joint. Unaffected by his voice, she yelled loudly over it, "You don't deserve these wings of purity, faggot!" she was enraged fury again, "God has no place for you and cast you out himself!" She yanked and pulled harshly on his small wing while he thrashed and beat his other wings instinctively, "I will make you look like the fallen angel you really are!
Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back yelling as loud as he could through the searing pain, "He is all that I have left and SAMMY is his name!", as his small right wing came free from his back; he felt its loss as she pulled it away. The little grace he had within him, that was free, very slowly started working on sealing off the wound before his vessel bled out. Unusable grace made the floor slick under his feet as it ran down his back mixing with the river of blood.
He was panting and out of his mind when she grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back. She even looked like pure evil, her eyes cold as ice at 0 kelvin, "I am going to take every one of them, Fallen,". She was less than an inch from his face as she flung his little wing on the floor in front of him where he could see it. She forced his head in that direction, "See that?" He blinked blood, sweat, tears, and the sorrow from his eyes as he looked at it on the filthy floor. She continued, "Before I am done, there will be six,". She let go of his head, wiping her hand on her pants, disgusted that she'd touched him and had to touch him again to take his other wings.
She turned around, leaving without saying another word. It was disgusting and sick; even an angel could be corrupted by homosexuality. Angels were supposed to be pure, they weren't supposed to be capable of impurities like this. Sherry Fellpers scowled as she walked past Mephistopheles and muttered, "Nobody goes in and nobody gets out except me," and she disappeared up the stairs at the other end of the hall. She needed to pray to god so she had the strength to give this misbegotten fallen what he deserved.
Mephistopheles said nothing, it wasn't his job. He was only there to watch and observe everything going on here and report back to Crowley when and as he could. This though; this sounded like the King needed to know immediately. He shook his head, he was going to be glad when this boring place and that loud mouthed bitch were taken out. He hoped the Crowley, personally, pulled her teeth and cut her tongue out every day when he got ahold of her. He was good at biding his time, waiting for the right moment to report in.
Gabriel sobbed curling into Sam's soul as much as he possibly could. He stared at one of the wings his father had given him almost at the beginning of the universe. Now, it was dead and lifeless on the grimy floor; feathers clumped and separated like some drowned albatross washed up on the beach at Midway. He couldn't stand the sight any longer and looked away whispering in a hushed choked whisper, "Nobody's ever gonna come along, make me forget about lovin' you… sweet southern boy," and sobbed till he passed out from the stabbing pain coming from his back.
31 miles away, Sam stood frozen staring in horror into the bathroom mirror. He'd managed to connect to his angel. He'd managed to see it and hear it all, even if it was like looking through the mud smeared end of an old glass coke bottle. He muttered through his balled up emotions to his Lollipop, "I love you, Baby. I'm coming, I promise, I'm not gonna let that happen,". He wiped a hand down his face over his red glassy eyes, choking back his own sob thinking 'How could anyone do that to him? Gabriel is annoyingly sweet, he's just a big kid at heart'. His next few thoughts were about how the angel's whiskey coloured eyes sparkled when he was given candy and how he loved to jump up on Sam's back for piggy back rides. Then he thought about how upset and angry he would get when the angel did stupid shit like stick redhot candies in his nose while he was asleep or hit him with water balloons as he was walking out the door. He shook his head smiling through tears; he wished he could take it back. He wished Gabe was here right now annoying him with some stupid thing or other. He didn't care what, as long as he could just see him and hold him and tell him how much he was loved and adored.
All of those thoughts had flashed through his mind in seconds. Then he drew himself up as a fiery hot temper swept through him. That woman or demon or whatever she was, was going to atone for this unto infinity. He balled his fists in rage, as if he were still hopped on demon blood, and stormed toward the bedroom door. Nobody hurt his lollipop and got away with it! Hell had no fury like an enraged moose.
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Chuck was sitting on the sofa next to Mary, listening as she raised concern over how all of this was affecting Sam when Becky began pounding on their room door nonstop with Emily in tow. Chuck rubbed his temples as a headache began settling in. He'd had to sit back and watch his son being tortured in his own name. It was terrible and he hated it but somehow he was going to make it up to his sweet little golden angel. Right now though, he got up and walked to the door.
Mary asked him, "Who is that?".
Chuck sighed, "It's Becky and her new friend,". Mary frowned, not knowing how to feel about the hyper girl visiting right now. Chuck waved to her, "No, it's okay. This is important too… in it's own way,". He opened the door.
Becky barged in with Emily still in tow behind her, "Chuck, you need to hear this!".
Chuck laughed quietly and said, "Hey, Becky," then he nodded at her friend, "and Emily,".
Becky's jaw dropped. Emily inhaled quietly and asked shyly as they stepped into the room, "How do you know who I am?" she shook her head in disbelief, "We've never met before,".
Becky muttered as Mary came to stand behind him with a smile, "Emily, I'd like you to meet God,". She blinked blankly, she'd forgotten who he was again.
Emily went completely white. Mary tried to joke with her, "Careful, around here someone's liable to mistake you for a ghost and try to salt you down,". She stuck her hand out and shook Emily's. "My name is Mary Winchester. Dean and Sam are my son's. Welcome,". She tried to make it sound as warm as possible considering how chaotic everything was at the moment.
Emily shook her hand almost dumbly and said, "Nice to meet you Mrs… Winchester?".
Chuck groaned and shook his head, "Why just right at this moment?" he said, shutting the door and turning toward the window exactly as Crowley appeared. Gabriel must have been in so much pain that even shut off from his grace he caused a rippling effect through space time which was causing a convergence. Right damn now and right fucking here.
"I know where your wayward angel of a son is," He said in his smooth British drawl, with not a hint of Cockney in it. "One of my moles told me,".
Chuck, nodded at him, "Fergus, do come in. Make yourself at home," he said with a bit of sarcasm, "Please, why not everyone for that matter," he mumbled barely audible as he made to sit back down on the sofa. Mary watched him with concern as a glass of brandy appeared in his hand.
At that instant Sam burst into the room, eyes still red with tears, in a wild rage. This was the other side of the quiet, kind, and shy moose; the tall, chiseled, man who'd been given demon blood at six months old, the man capable of sustaining an archangel. Lucifer's one true vessel. His voice exploded, like it looked he would soon do, "They are gonna pay for it!" he stomped through the room not even really seeing anyone, blinded by rage, "I'll kill every fucking one of them! I'll burn their god damned church myself!". Becky and Emily were genuinely frightened, they backed as far away as they could from the raging bull moose.
He noticed Crowley sitting there, finally, "I'm sending you a whole church full of scum!", he bellowed at him, "I'll even gift wrap them if you want me too!".
Crowley stared at him. He could see why this boy had been Lucifer's chosen vessel; he had never seen it up until this point, it amazed him. He just said coolly, "It's lovely to see you too, Moose,".
Sam blinked, noticing the others at last, ignoring Crowley, "Becky?!". He said through a clenched jaw and gritted teeth, "What are you doing here?". He looked demandingly at Chuck, "Why is she here?".
Dean slammed through the door, looking disheveled again, expecting to find something attacking his little brother and shouting at the top of his lungs, "SAMMY?!". Then he stopped in his tracks making Castiel run into him. "What's wrong?! What's happening?!". Castiel straightened himself, eyes glued to Sam.
Castiel felt the waves of outrage, horror, and vengeance that washed from Sam. "Dear Father," He glanced at Chuck who was again rubbing his temples with a pained expression. He looked back at the fury tornado in the center of the room and stepped forward cautiously, saying, "Sam,".
Sam stared blankly, not even sure how to put what he'd seen into words, stuttering in anger, "I… he… he was… and… and… what they did to him,".
Dean was almost irritated, looking at his brother as if he had lobsters crawling from his ears. He asked his angel "What the fuck is wrong with him?!".
Castiel sent a single word back though their link, "He's touched my brother, I feel Gabriel on him". He refocused on Sam who still had his hackles up, "Sam, you have to remember and keep telling yourself Gabriel is alive,".
Sam stared at him for a moment then bellowed, "She cut one of his wings off! She's planning to cut all of them off!". His chest heaved; everyone, but Chuck and Crowley, stared at him in disbelief, horror stricken.
Just then there was a loud flutter of wings as Balthazar landed amoung everyone saying, "Father, did you feel any of that?". He looked around and nodded saying, "Hello, everyone,". He spied Emily, whom he'd seen through the link with his new friends. "I know you! You're Emily, the girl who helped them out," he said striding over to shake her hand, which he did vigorously. Emily gaped at him. It was ridiculously out of place given what had just transpired, she stared at him, too stunned to say anything.
Seconds went by and there was a clatter in the hall followed by shouting and people running for the third time that day. The Ancient Egyptians landed where there was more room for their bulkiness. They lunged for the door behind which Emily stood. Sekhmet fumbled trying to figure out how to make the knob open it before Anpu started powering up.
Balthazar went wide eyed and yelled, "No! Wait let me!" he rushed to the door saving off a catastrophe, by opening it for them.
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Sam stared with wide eyes, as they barged in, claws extended, to protect Emily. Sekhmet grabbed her by the arm and shoved her behind them as Anpu stepped between Sam and his brother and sister. For the first time, Sam had to look up to something; at least something he wasn't about to kill. Maybe.
Anpu was a few inches taller than Sam. They stared at each other for a moment. It looked to everyone else as if they were almost talking to one another, then recognition lit behind Sam's eyes and it felt like he physically lowered hackles. Sam spoke first, calm once again, "You. You're the one who healed me,". He slowly stepped forward, standing just shy of Anpu's personal space and said, "Thank you. I can never repay you for what you did for me,".
Anpu gave him back his goofy trademark grins, exposing the mouthful of razor sharp, very non-human teeth and said, "It is my job, brother. Do not thank me,". He felt a kind of kinship with the tall lanky human; he to was abandoned by the father and mother to which he'd been given as a baby. He was raised by a woman who was much akin to an aunt, the same way Sam was raised by Bobby who was like an uncle, and his older brother and sister and like Sam, he also had one younger brother.
Sam stood ground and offered one of his beautiful smiles in return. He felt that sort of weird friendship with the being in front of him, though he didn't fully understand why. Dean chose that moment to add his voice to everything, "Well that's just great, Sammy. I'm glad you found a new friend. Now, will somebody tell me what the hell is going on?!". The elder Winchester was at his wits end.
Sam, Castiel, and Balthazar turned to face Dean and all said at once, "Gabriel,".
Dean stared at them and then said flatly, "That was creepy as hell. Don't ever do that again,".
Emily snickered saying, "You get used to it after a while,". Anpu flashed a toothy smile.
Dean looked at her and said, "Who are you? One of Becky's crazy friends?".
Castiel said sternly looking at his human, "Dean, that was rude,".
Dean rolled his shoulders, jerking his arms in the process, and said, "Whatever," making Castiel roll his eyes and shake his head.
Castiel gave her an apologetic expression but she just laughed and said, "Well yeah. I'd call Becky my friend, but I was talking about them,". She pointed at the Ancient Egyptians who were now ignoring everyone and wandering around the room poking and sniffing at things. "They're always talking like that; all saying the same thing at the same time. It's freaky, but you get used to it after a while,". Dean eyed them, nodding absently to her. He remembered hearing them speak, it was weird.
Ammut lumbered up close to Crowley and stuck his nose inches from his face; his solid, multitoned, emerald eyes cut top to bottom by a thin black slit staring at him. His third eye lid slowly slid over his eyes and back again and Crowley did his best to pretend he wasn't there, but it clearly made him uncomfortable. Ammut sniffed at him deeply and then said in a voice sounding like a creaking eons old oak tree, "You smell of fire and brim. Did you come from the hours of the night?". It made him feel a bit like Dr. Grant, from Jurassic Park, when the T-Rex was in his face sniffing them. He smiled at the black suited man with his slightly over sized mouth full of jagged crocodilian teeth.
Crowley raised a brow and slowly turned toward the creature and replied smoothly, "No. I did not come from the hours of night,". He raised his voice a little, showing he wasn't intimidated by him, "I am the bloody king of Hell!".
Ammut huffed at him and the other two stopped what they were doing. He backed up, the other two stepped close as they began chattering to each other. Emily shook her head looking at Dean, "See this is what I mean,".
Ammut spoke first, "He smells like the 9th hour just before the sun returns,".
Sekhmet and Anpu replied, not paying mind to everyone watching what they were doing, "Agreed,".
Anpu spoke, "But, he states he is not a creature from between the pylons,".
Ammut spoke next, "I have never seen, heard, or smelled Hell,".
Sekhmet said, "Mayhap, the human peoples understand what is the place from whence he comes,".
The other two replied together, "Agreed".
They all looked up toward Emily as Sekhmet asked, "What is Hell?".
There were several giggles around the room. The ancient ones were simple and yet somehow not at the same time. Emily snickered, "That's what has you guys so confused?" She shook her head when Sekhmet looked at her expectantly, saying, "Does anyone else want to tackle this one?".
Both Sam and Dean looked at each other; they had both visited hell. They'd rather forget about it. They looked at Castiel, he'd been there too, but he shook his head. then they all three looked over at Crowley, who looked a bit surprised to be included in this… game. Emily and Becky watched them throw glances at one another for a moment; it was almost comical to watch the four of them.
Finally Mary spoke up looking at them, they were like children always wanting to understand the simplest things except these weren't kids by any stretch of the imagination, "Oh for the love of…" she trailed off throwing a glance at Chuck who smiled at her. She cleared her throat, "Hell, is where human souls are sent to if they have done bad things in their life and die without asking God to forgive them,".
"It's a place of eternal torture for souls who deserve it,". Dean added.
"Or for poor souls who are duped into selling their soul," Castiel said never taking his eyes from Dean.
Sam chipped in, "It's a place of eternal sulfur fires, and unbearable heat,".
They looked taken aback by the answers they received. Anpu and Ammut swung their heads to stare at Chuck, waiting for him to explain why. He said nothing and just stared at the floor with a blank expression. Only Anpu ventured to ask the obvious, "Grandfather, I do not understand? Why did you create such a terrible place?".
There was a long pause before he gave all of them an answer. In the end he sighed deeply and looked at them; his two angels present, some of his first earth guardians, and human beings. He smiled at Mary. He didn't really consider the humans to be naïve children anymore, they had a firm grasp of what free will was, but the other two groups of his children were created more rigidly. For them, right and not right was a cut and dry line; something was right or it wasn't right. When handed a problem with no clearly defined boundaries, they didn't know how to cope or what was the correct thing to do. Castiel had experienced this dilemma when he was presented with Dean, and it took him a long time to discover free will for himself, with Dean's help of course. Gabriel, his intelligent quick witted smart angel, had discovered it very early. When his earth guardians had been presented with an unclear choice, they struggled with it and in the end they made their decision; it was the correct choice but it had disastrous consequences. Balthazar was the only one who had walked the semi-shady line for a long while, but in the end chose to do the right thing. Free will sometimes still perplexed his nonhuman children sometimes but he was confident they would get it eventually. He smiled warmly at them, making Mary think of a parent or grandparent, and said holding his arms out as if to gather them close, "Come here children,". He flickered between the image of a man in a white business suit, a man wearing a roman scholar's white robes, and something akin to a pharaoh wearing an Atef crown. Crowley had never seen the likes, he leaned forward watching intently as the scene unfolded.
Two angels and three ancient deities scrambled to sit at his feet with adoring eyes. They came close and sank to their knees sitting back on their heels. Chuck laughed quietly at Dean's expression when Castiel ran to sit like a child at his father's feet and the shocked expression Emily had as the creatures she had come to know did the exact same thing. He laid a hand on Castiel's cheek and Cas leaned into it like a toddler at his father's touch and praise. The thought occurred to Dean and he wondered exactly how mature these guys were; as far as age and everything; since you know, they weren't human and all. To his surprise Chuck looked up at him and gave him an answer, "Well, when do humans begin to not be so naïve? At what age do they realise that not everything is black or white? When do they learn about grey areas in-between and what to do if you can't tell the difference?".
"Uh…". Dean wasn't sure how to answer that. He hadn't exactly had a normal childhood.
Mary gave him the answer, "In their late teens. That's when they start maturing,". And then she added, "Usually,".
Dean, Becky, Emily, and Sam all had the same shocked bug eyed expression. Then Dean frowned slightly and said, "I'm a cradle robber?". Crowley laughed loudly.
Chuck looked back at the five expectant faces staring up at him, "Humans were maturing faster than I expected. Maybe it's because their lives are so short, I'm not really sure. The point is, they can see things that none of you can. Not only do they see black, white, and sometimes grey," he said looking at Balthazar, "But they can see nearly all colours that are hidden within the light. They can see so many different possibilities. That's what free will is, children. It's being able to look at and see all of those possibilities and then making your own decision about everything you see,". He pointed to the humans present in the room, "They were born with a mind built to choose what path they take. They can choose to do the right things or they can choose to do the wrong things, they can even choose to be neutral and not do either one. So rather than erase the ones who choose to do the wrong things,". He patted Ammut's head gently, "Lucifer gave me the inspiration to make a place opposite of heaven that would allow for free will when humans die. He chose to do evil to humans; it was his choice. I just couldn't destroy him because he'd exercised free will, the same thing I wanted for humans. So I made Hell, or the beginnings of it any way. Lucifer tormented those who were sent there for the same sort of reason, because he blamed them for the reason he was there. Those first twisted and tormented souls in turn did it to others, till it became what it is now,". He glanced at Crowley.
Sekhmet asked still sitting at his feet, "Who is Lucifer?".
Castiel and Balthazar both said at the same time, "Our older brother,". Dean shook his head, that still creeped him out.
Anpu, Ammut, and Sekhmet went collective again asking, "He was once human peoples?".
This time Crowley answered with a simple, "Yes. 350 years ago, I was a human,". Then he thought, 'but after Sam and I went through the trials, I understand now. I remember what it meant to be human'. For some reason Chuck chose to smile widely at Crowley when a stray thought crossed his mind 'I wonder what it would be like if heaven and hell united someday, if one was made to be the opposite of the other is it possible to merge them or give the trapped souls there a second chance to make a different choice'.
Anpu's eyes began to glow as he growled low in his throat, then spoke in his cave of wonders voice, "I see you, you are not a thing of light, you are not a thing of the night, you also do not resemble a human people. If you are none of these things what are you?". He stood, they all stood making Crowley nervous. "I am Anpu, the judger of souls. I see the truth of things and give what is justly deserved. Thus is my task for all time, given me by the Geb,". He took a step forward.
Chuck held out his arm blocking his path. "No. Crowley made his own choice, that is free will," again he smiled at the King of Hell, "What he does with it is also his choice, his own free will,".
The disc above Anpu's head dimmed considerably, "He is not to be judged?" he asked not fully understanding.
"No. He is not. He is choosing, of his own free will, to help us do the right thing," he said a little sternly.
Ammut snorted at Crowley but it came out as more of a throaty crocodilian growl, "As you say, Grandfather,". He lumbered off to crouch quietly in an empty corner. Too many people present made him feel crowded anyway.
Chuck was getting flustered, "Okay… Okay. You know what? I've… I'm done… I don't… I really don't… want to be here… I don't want to be here any more,". He wiped his hands on his pants and looked at all of them, "Can we… can we just talk about all of this… you know… like… at home? … Please?".
Everyone nodded. They all needed to be away from all of this chaos. Crowley cleared his throat, "As long as I'm not stuck in the basement again," he said sarcastically looking at both Dean and Sam.
"Nobody is going to do anything to anyone else. No one is going to use, dupe, trick, or force anyone to do anything, period," Chuck interrupted before anyone could say anything to anyone else. "Okay! Well I'm gonna… Just… I'll tell the uh… the uh uh… convention management I have a family emergency and … uh, uh… need to leave,".
Mary looked at him concerned and asked, "Chuck, are you alright?".
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" He asked not really understanding.
"You seem a little stressed is all," she replied smiling at him.
"Okay, well I'll be right back," He disappeared and everyone let out the breath they'd been holding.
"Well that was just… weird,". Dean said.
"Tell me about it," Sam answered.
Chuck suddenly reappeared saying, "Okay we can all go right now. Becky, Emily, you are both welcome to come as well if you choose to do so,".
"Well, somebody's gotta watch out for them," Emily said pointing at Sekhmet, Anpu, and Ammut, who were looking at a hotel picture on the wall and poking at it. "They get into too much trouble by themselves,". She looked at Becky and asked, "How about you girl, You aren't going to leave me with all this bunch are you?" she laughed.
"Are you kidding?!" Becky laughed, "I'd love to see the inside of the real bunker,".
"Okay then," Chuck waved his hand, the hotel dissolved and the bunker war room replaced it. All of their bags were neatly packed and next to their feet, even Becky's luggage.
Emily asked, "What about my car? Will I need to go get it at some point, so they don't tow it away?".
Dean answered, "Nah. It's probably in the garage along with Baby,".
"Whose baby? You guys left a baby alone in your garage?!" Emily said in disbelief.
"No, he mean's his car," Becky interrupted, "That's what he calls it; Baby,".
"Dang, you really do know your stuff about them," Emily laughed.
Mary stepped forward before Dean got riled up at her again, "Why don't I take you girls to find a room to put your things?". They picked up their bags and followed her off down the stairs.
It was only then that everyone left noticed the three Ancient Egyptians crouched tightly together in the center of the room, eyes and heads darting every which way. Chuck walked close to them and asked, "What's wrong?".
"We shouldn't be here! This is a tomb and we will disturb the dead slumber," Anpu answered.
Dean and Sam couldn't help but laugh. Chuck gave the hunters a glare then extended his hand to his earth guardians, "No, no, guys, look it's okay. This is not a tomb, it's an underground house, sort of,". He smiled encouragingly.
"This is unnatural, only the dead live underground,". Sekhmet replied with wide eyes ducking so low it looked as if she were slinking like a cat.
Dean chuckled, "No, it's supernatural, get it right,".
Chuck looked at him frustrated, "You're not helping,".
He held up his hands and said, "Hey, my bad,". He picked his bag up and said "C'mon Cas. Lets go put our stuff away,".
Cas flew to Dean's side, "Alright, Beloved," and they walked down stairs with Dean whistling the song "Nights in White Satin" with his arm wrapped around Castiel's waist.
Sam watched them leave and the hole in his chest somehow felt even bigger and deeper. He sent as much emotion and his souls energy as he could drift down that thread to Gabriel. He was going to go get him as soon as they could figure out exactly where he was, and how to rescue him. 'I'm coming soon, Lollipop. Always keep fighting for me, don't give up, Baby' he thought hoping Gabriel could hear.