Well here is chapter 11, it's a bit of everything :3 and somehow just a bridge to the upcoming things~ but well i hope you'll like it
© for Supernatural sadly with Erik Kripke and co, (otherwise there would be more hot scenes~)
for Pascal and this story with me Impala-Ilana67 (obviously that's why there is Sabriel and Destiel ~
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Chapter 11: About blood and us~
Pascal looked around, she was not in the motel room, she had woken up to Sam holding her hand and a friend of Cas fixing her wounds.
She was lying on the floor, around her feathers and beneath her as well, her hair was out of it's tie and spilled over her shoulders and her back.
The waves of black curls were longer then usually, she kept her hair normally chest length, enough to do something with it and short enough to not be in the way.
But this mass of hair, was like meters of hair, spilled around her and like a black sea around her, she noticed she was naked and tried to cover everything embarrassing as good as possible.
"What for heaven's sake are you doing here?" a voice with British accent said and she turned around still covering herself with her hands and hair.
"Excuse me... where am I?" she asked back and her cheeks were red from embarrassment, "You are in MY part of heaven" he said and she blinked.
"I'm dead?" she asked, "No... you're alive... The problem is, you should be in this sleep state i had put you in, so your wounds could heal... but you are here... mind explaining?" he said and sat down on a white chair, she hadn't seen before.
"I don't know? I woke up here..." she replied and bit her lip, this was so embarrassing, naked in front of the one who saved your life, in HIS part of heaven.
"No need to be embarrassed, you're not the first woman i saw naked, there are way prettier out there and we angels aren't interested into humans and their bodies." he replied and she blinked.
"Did you call me ugly?" she asked and he shrugged, "I merely said you're not the prettiest out there..." , "Well there were hotter vessels around... " she replied and slowly lost the feeling of uncomfortableness.
"So how did i end up here?" she asked and he looked at a painting on a wall, that's when she found out she was in a bedroom, he seemed to not like the picture and snapped another on it's place.
"Would i have asked, if i knew?" he replied and she sighed, "Then how can i get back?" she asked, "Well try with going back to sleep... I'll look at your wounds once more and snap you awake... Oh and don't try to snoop around... there are things you don't want to see believe me" he said and vanished, she sighed and growled somethin that sounded awfully lot like "Damn angels and vanishing"
She lay back into the feathers and found them comfortable and somewhat soothing, she snuggled up into the soft touch.
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"Sammy? Where are you? Alright... okay... yeah buy me some pie... I know... i forgot... just get the damn pie..." Dean muttered and shut the cell phone, putting it back into his leather jacket pocket.
"He was hungry... went for some food... but he secured the room..." Dean said and Castiel nodded, "She'll wake up soon..." he said.
He sat down where Sam had been sitting and looked at the young girl on the bed, Gabriel had filled him and Castiel in on the happenings in Soul-World.
She had taken him and Sam as examples to stand up against her own fears, against her own inner demon and she paid a prize...
"It's not your fault, that she got hurt" Castiel suddenly said and Dean met the gaze of the angel, holding it.
Just when he was about to comment on that, the door was unlocked and Sam walked in, holding a plastic bag.
"Got your pie~ cherry flavoured.." Sam said and held up the bag in which the pie was, "Thanks Sammy... You got some blood on your shirt... should go wash yourself... I'll keep watch" Dean said and pointed at Sam's shirt.
For just a mere second Sam froze in his movement, but he caught himself fast, "You're right, I won't take long, so you can shower as well..." the younger replied and took his bag with him into the bathroom.
He locked the door and leaned against it, sighing heavily.
Sam Winchester was lying at his brother, he was hiding and he hated himself for it, if it was good why was there the feeling of guilt?
"Because it's not good..." and Sam got startled again, but he still kept his eyes closed, knowing that the voice belonged to Gabriel.
"Don't you think it'll sound weird, to hear us both in the bathroom?" he asked the archangel.
"I made it soundproof... Why do you keep doing it, if you're feeling guilty?" he replied and questioned the young Winchester.
"I save people Gabriel... I can exorcise the demon within them, without hurting the body..." Sam said and looked with his hazel coloured eyes at Gabriel, the archangel was speechless for a few minutes.
This boy really didn't see the wrong in his doing, it was like he believed with every fibber in his heart, that he tried doing good.
"Sam she's a demon... there are reasons why demons are down there... and not up in heaven..." Gabriel replied, "But Dean was in hell too and he didn't deserve it..."
"He sold his soul... that's the prize you pay... And you did not... why do you intend to make everything harder on yourself?" the archangel asked and he felt how Sam tensed.
"What do you care?! As if you do really care for us! You just want us to stop the apocalypse!" he shouted at Gabriel, who just sighed deeply and vanished into thin air.
"You don't know anything... about me or my brother..." Sam whispered and got into the shower, scrubbing his skin, as if he could scrub away his sins and his guilt.
He still could feel the touches of Ruby, how her hand slid down his arms, how she had kissed him before she had cut open her wrist.
He still could feel her skin on his lips, as he had sucked out the blood...
Who was he fooling? He had enjoyed drinking her blood, he had enjoyed the warmth her blood was leaving in his mouth, the way the liquid burned in his throat.
He had enjoyed the power that had come with the blood and how he had felt, like he could take on anyone...
And he still could feel his body tremble with excitement, just by the thought of exorcizing those demons, with the power he had.
He wasn't the little helpless brother of Dean anymore, he wasn't the one to be protected anymore, he could protect Dean now.
He could take revenge on Lilith, for dragging his brother down to hell and he would prevent the apocalypse from happening.
Sam's thoughts wandered to the young girl in the bed, She had been dragged here, to assist either heaven or hell, but she had decided for them.
And now she had suffered because of them, because neither Dean nor him had protected her.
Sam could still remember how she had been disappointed with him, as she had seen how he had exorcized Samhain.
But she treated him as always, kept her respect towards him and kept believing in him and Dean, she had heard how broken they were.
How Dean was still thinking about the torture in hell and how he had been desperate after Dean had been gone.
Yet she kept her respect towards them, yet she kept believing in them and she had taken them as heir role models.
She stood up against her own fears, to help them and to be like them...
And Dean? He fought against his memories of hell, he kept trying to be as he always was.
He kept trying to fight in a war that was close to eating them alive and without any special powers Dean had managed so much, that it made Sam sick to think about how weak he actually was.
He needed special powers to be as strong as Dean, though Dean was strong without any powers, he had his will and his way of handling anything... just with the want to handle it all.
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"Wow today is like the red carpet huh? First i get to see Gabriel, then Sam Winchester, then i get to heal the Slayer and now Dean Winchester... I should be asking for an autograph..." a sarcastic voice said and Dean turned around gun already in hand.
"That's Balthazar... the one who treated the wounds of Pascal" Castiel explained to Dean and he lowered the gun.
"Thanks i guess..." the Winchester said and just in time Sam came out of the bathroom, still drying his hair.
"I'll wake her up now... she'll be confused and a bit out of it... but i think she'll get it together very fast" Balthazar said and once again, took off his jacket and the cashmere scarf.
He took off the blanket and Pascal only in her bra was exposed to the eyes of the other males in the room, though Castiel seemed to not care, Dean averted his gaze and Sam, kept his eyes on the window.
"Seems as if her wounds have healed half way..." he put his fingers over the wounds and let his grace pour in some more, till the wounds closed.
"Hm..." the black haired blinked and saw directly into two blue eyes, that were starring back, she held his gaze and stretched out her hand to touch his cheek, but felt she couldn't.
"It's the grace... it'll feel heavy for a few hours, but you should be alright..." Balthazar said and Pascal nodded slowly, though it felt like hard work.
"We need to talk..." Balthazar suddenly moved up, took his jacket and scarf and dragged Castiel out of the room, with a flutter of wings.
"How are you feeling?" Dean asked and Pascal tried a weak smile, "Peachy..." she replied, "How are you guys?", "Fine" Sam replied, he had guilt written all over his face.
"Whatcha doing with that face on?" she asked and Sam walked over sitting on the other side of the bed.
"I'm sorry..." he said and she tried to laugh, though her throat felt dry, "You think this is your fault?" she asked and he looked away.
"You're stupid... I got stabbed, because i was to slow and i got shot because i was stupid enough to believe he would be unarmoured... And come on... as if one gets out unharmed in your dimension anyways..." she said and coughed, speaking was really quite troublesome.
She felt unbelievably tired and her eyelids felt heavy, a lazy smile graced Pascal's lips, as she sank deeper into the pillow and sighed relieved.
"She's asleep again?" Dean smirked, it was funny how she had been looking like she had smoked something.
"Why is it that everyone we care for get's hurt?" Sam suddenly asked and Dean sighed, "Well for one, close to everyone we know are hunters themselves... you know the job brings a guarantee for getting hurt with it."
"But Jess? Andy?Ash? and what about Lisa and Ben? Everyone we got to know and love or care for gets hurt... or involved..." Sam muttered and Dean bit his lip.
"That's how it is Sammy... but we try our best to protect them and we try our best to make this world save, so Ben can grow up, with Lisa by his side... So the sacrifices weren't for nothing... I think Jess, Andy, Ash and all the others who died, they died believing in something good... and they tried their best to help..." Dean replied.
Sam wanted to ask Dean why he was holding onto him, why he believed in him, why he was by his side, though he knew Sam had those monster powers.
But he couldn't he knew, Dean wouldn't say anything or avoid the topic, his brother had never been one to talk about feelings.
He mostly avoided those topics or distracted Sam with something else, it was like Dean tried his best to keep his cool.
To be the big brother, he thought Sam needed badly and Sam couldn't say that he didn't need Dean.
He did and he sure as hell needed the way Dean treated him and how Dean had always been there for him, strong and independent...
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They stood there in silence, Castiel thinking about the whole happenings, Balthazar devoured in his own train of thoughts.
"When i asked you, what she is you never answered..." the blonde man suddenly asked and Castiel turned around to face his angelic friend.
"She is what we call 'The slayer'..." Castiel said and Balthazar's eyes widen, "She?" he asked and Castiel nodded.
"She's just some brat!" Balthazar snapped, "Apparently God sees more in her..." Castiel stated unfazed by the other angels outburst.
"But i don't understand why you are this angry, you always chose to not get involved into heavenly matters anymore..." the angel in the trench coat said and his blue eyes fixed on the other angel.
"She feels weird Castiel... she's not part of this world and she should've never been in the first place..." he murmured and didn't even await the other angel to reply, as he vanished and left the dark haired to his thoughts.
"something felt off about you Balthazar..." he murmured to himself and went back to see how his charge was doing.
-3-
"Hello Dean..." Castiel said as he arrived at the motel room, Pascal was awake now and Dean had helped her sitting back, behind her pillows.
"It's good to see, you're doing well Pascal" he said, "Thank you Castiel~ It's thanks to Balthazar, was his name? He patched me up, Dean told me" Pascal replied.
"Where is my brother?" Castiel asked, "The douchebag or the sugar addicted douchebag?" Dean asked, Castiel gave Dean a pointed look.
"If you're talking about Gabriel, he went with Sam to investigate about some case... could be a seal or so..." Pascal replied and smiled.
"Thank you..." and with that Castiel vanished as well, "He's kind of ... weird?" Pascal said and tried to summarize everything Castiel was in a word.
"Well... he's not used to any human things..." Dean replied and she nodded, she still could remember Castiel's reaction to her cellphones ring tone.
She had tried to explain to him, why she had chosen different songs for different people, so she could tell when who was phoning and whether to pick up or let it ring.
"That makes no sense, why would you give someone your number, if you don't want them to call you" he had said and she had tried to explain that she sometimes just wanted alone time, therefore she would ignore anyone, even Dean or Sam calling.
He didn't understand and stuck with himself, not needing a cell phone or a ring tone and that the angelic methods were less complicated.
Though they were more life threatening, as one always got half of a heart attack with them just appearing and disappearing.
"You should teach him a few things... it might come in handy one day..." she said and Dean shrugged, "He's an angel... he lives up there most of the time anyways..." he replied and she nodded, that's when she remembered to ask Dean about her dream.
"Dean... have you ever been in Castiel's part of heaven?" she asked, "No... why should I? You'd have to be dead, to be up in heaven..." Dean replied.
"Just curious you know...", "You hungry? I bought some Chinese food..." Dean said and handed her a plastic bowl filled with noodles and vegetables and chopsticks.
"Thanks, mind turning on the TV?" she asked and he shook his head, pushed the button on the TV and handed her the remote.
"It's rare for us, to have just one normal day... so why not watching TV... I hope you don't mind", "I don't just watch whatever you want... not that I'd know any of that shows..."
She zapped through the program and stopped at a cartoon series, as Dean would say, it was about a group of Pirates and Dean found out the childish stupid guy with the straw hat, was apparently the captain.
"I used to watch this with my little brother... one would say it's childish and stupid... but you know their captain... he'd do everything for his crew... and he's kind of cool... fighting and all" she commented and moved a bit to the left side of the bed.
"You can sit with me here... not like I'm going to bite... and the bed is rather big...", Dean kicked off his boots and sat next to her, though sitting he was still taller then her, she leaned against him and sighed heavily.
"Sam told me a bit about your Soul-World..." the older Winchester suddenly said and she looked up, "Yeah?"
"He said you took us as your role models... stood up against this son of a bitch that shot you..." he said and she nodded.
"Why?" he suddenly asked and she blinked a few times, "Why, what?" she said,though she knew what he meant.
"Why did you took us? We told you how screwed up we are... the hell we didn't even tell you close of everything that happened around us..." he replied.
"Because I'm far from good... You know... what you did, you did it to help... What i did... was to save my sorry ass..." she bit her lip, a habit she had picked up from Dean.
"We all did things, we shouldn't have..." Dean murmured and both glued their eyes back on the TV, it was awkward for Dean to talk about feelings.
He had been taught to be a soldier, had been taught to keep an eye on Sammy to protect his younger brother, to be haunter and that feelings were in the way.
His task for life was to ensure Sam's safety and that's what would always come first, he didn't care should the world end, as long as Sam was save and sound.
Though he would have to save the world, so Sam would have something to live on, mentally he sighed about himself.
How complicated it all got, from just haunting what was in the dark and killed or tortured innocent people, down to save the earth from a psychopathic bitch called Lilith, who tried to revive the devil himself.
Pascal had her eyes on TV, but her thoughts were far away, her thoughts were with Jack and Maison, with Tony and her division.
With her best friend and her cat, with the job and live she had going on, whilst she sat on this bed, patched up next to Dean Winchester.
She had no romantic feelings towards Dean or Sam, she loved her boyfriend far too much as to go for some romance in another world.
But she felt like she wanted to belong to their two-man-bound, she felt like she wanted to be part of it, like she wanted to have a family.
Her mind was telling her that, that was an impossible task, as Dean and Sam were brothers and they would do anything for each other.
But a small part of her, wanted to be protected as they protected each other, a small part of her wanted to be taken care off and to be loved like a family member.
Inwardly she sighed another heavy sigh and kept her eyes on the TV, though Dean had changed the channel and was watching some show that was about pulling date pranks on their best friends or so.
-4-
"What is that important that you had to make up a lie about a seal?" Sam asked annoyed and leaned against a light pole.
"You have to stop drinking this demon blood..." Gabriel said, this time there was no smile on his lips, no sad expression on his face, or understanding just plain anger.
"We talked about that..." Sam said and searched for something, that would give him a lead as to why the usually playful angel was angry, but there was nothing in his voice, his eyes or facial expression.
"As you said, I don't know anything about you and your brother... Yeah i heard you Sam..." he said after seeing Sam's eyes wide.
"But what i do know is, this is wrong and you'll have to stop... you do it yourself, or I do it..." Gabriel said and took a step closer to Sam, who backed away.
"What are you talking about? Are you going to kill me? Then go ahead, not like i could stop you" Sam snorted and Gabriel shook with anger, and Sam didn't see the punch coming which send him back on the asphalt.
Before Sam could get up, or rather calculate his chances of getting away or drawing an angel banishing sigil, Gabriel was already sitting atop of him
"Why are you so insisting on killing yourself!" he said and grabbed the shirt collar of Sam's shirt and dragged him as much up as possible, with himself sitting on him.
"You know exactly what it's doing to you and what are you doing? Drowning yourself in it!"
Sam didn't understand, why this angel always had to pop out and mess with him?!
"I tried to convince you, that when Dean dies you have to rely on yourself... That a haunter has Death written on his back! But you wouldn't understand! Instead you jumped on the revenge train and not enough on that one, no you start revenge on Lilith! You want revenge? Go get it, but not in being just another demon on the road!" Gabriel hissed and Sam's hazel eyes were locked with his golden ones.
"Why do you care?" he asked the archangel, and the golden eyes got a sad edge, "Because this is not what you were meant for Samuel Winchester... You were made for great things... not for being a junkie on demon blood..." he said his voice filled with sadness and pain.
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Sam looked around, there was lots of blood on the floor and he couldn't tell where he was, he was still wearing the clothes he had worn a moment ago.
He could clearly remember the eyes of the archangel,filled with fear, angst, guilt, sadness and a hint of something Sam had never seen.
But to be completely honest, he had never seen any of these emotions in those golden eyes anyways, mostly it was mischief, a hint of laughter and something that really made him look like a trickster.
Sam walked around the building and found more blood, still no one he knew or someone at all.
"HELLO?" he called into the empty building and got no response, "Great... just Great! GABRIEL! Get me out of here! Or Dean will find a way to smite your ass!" Sam tried, yet no response.
He looked around for something to fight with, the ghost town with Ava and the others had been a great lesson, to never be unarmed.
He found an iron bar and took it, climbing up the half broken stairs, to the next floor, hoping to find someone... just some soul to tell him where he was.
Yet the next floor was like the one before, no body just blood everywhere, as if a massacre had been done in this building.
Sam got up another floor and saw a body with the back to him, black hair pointing at his direction, from the figure he could tell it was a woman, a woman covered in blood.
"Hey! Are you okay?!" he asked and got closer, the iron bar still in his hands, as he rounded the figure his whole body tensed.
On the floor blood pouring out of the wound on her stomach, lay Pascal she had her right hand on her stomach in a failed attempt to stop the bleeding.
"PASCAL!" he shouted she blinked, yet unfocused and Sam could tell she wouldn't be able to make it, "Gabriel! Castiel! Someone please! She's dying..." he said desperately, "Sam... you came... back?" she whispered and a thin line of blood dripped down from her mouth over her chin.
"What?" he asked and she coughed, "You... She killed them... killed Gabriel and Castiel... Sam you were... gone... and Dean... he was so... sad..." she coughed some more.
"Pascal where is Dean?!" Sam asked her, tried to keep her awake, she couldn't die, not now... not in his arms.
"Hurry... she'll kill him..." she coughed and then closed her eyes, her head bobbing to the side, Sam could feel a cold hand wrapped around his heart, pressing hard on the organ, as pain shot through his body.
But his brother was around and he needed to stop whoever it was, from killing his brother.
He lay Pascal down and ran towards the stairs once again climbing them up, the iron bar again in his hands, as he reached the roof.
He was just in time to see his brother turn around, Deans forest green eyes lit up and then were filled with pain, as the point of a blade was sticking out of his chest.
"NO!" Sam shouted as he rand towards his brother, what was happening?! Where did Gabriel send him and why did his brother had to die?!
Sam caught Dean, before he hit the floor of the roof and looked around to see Ruby standing next to a blonde woman, Lilith.
"Why?!" he shouted angrily at her as he saw the blade she had rammed into Dean, she was still holding it as she handed it back to Lilith.
"Why? Why i tricked you? Why i killed the others? Why i killed Dean? Or why you believed me?" she asked mockingly and Sam's anger rose.
"First because you were so easy to manipulate, different from your brother... second, because it was so much fun, third because it hurt you, fourth because you never believed your brother. We're demons Sam, we exist for a reason..." Ruby said and laughter filled the air.
"You really believed there are demons, who are still human? Who feel pain and regret? We're sinners down there, we're their for many reasons, but manly because were less human then anything on this planet... Even werewolves have a human side, we have none..." Lilith said and again laughter filled the air, whilst Dean's blood soaked his Shirt and Jeans, his hands a bloody red.
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Sam jumped up, gasping for air, looking around and seeing Gabriel sitting next to him.
He looked at his hands to find no blood on them, same went for his clothes, no blood on them.
"Where did you send me?" Sam asked, "The future..." Gabriel responded his face looking away from Sam, the archangel knew he couldn't lie at the Winchester looking him in the eye, so he avoided the eye contact, but kept his voice steady.
"This was the future?!" Sam asked his voice broke, "Yes... We're not only able to send you back to the past, but also into the future... though the future is not steady and always changes..." Gabriel replied.
"This is going to happen?" the voice of the younger Winchester was merely a whisper, "I don't know what you saw, but whatever you saw it'll happen this way..." Gabriel lied once more and kept his gaze on the floor.
If he wanted Sam to come down from the demon blood which was bad for him, of that the angel was sure, then he'd have to do it the hard way.
"But... I can't... stop..." Sam breathed heavily and stood up pacing on the asphalt of the parking area of the motel, the Impala stood still on it's place, so not much time seemed to have passed.
"You can't stop what?" Gabriel asked, though he knew the answer.
"The demon blood... it's calling me... i can feel it..." Sam said and run his hand through his hair his face wore an expression of a kicked puppy.
"I could help you... as you know... our grace is healing... but this process is long and... you'll probably need a steady flow of grace..." Gabriel suggested and waited for Sam's reaction.
"Is that allowed?" Sam asked and Gabriel shrugged, "It's a way of healing... there should be no problem with that..." he replied.
"Then... help me... please...Gabriel..." Sam said and this was all it took for Gabriel to push Sam up against the light pole behind Sam and press his lips against the younger Winchester's.
Sam was shocked, to many things happened at once.
First a soothing warmth spread from his lips over his whole body, then he could see Gabriel bathed in a soothing and warm light, different then the light the angels emitted when they're killed.
Exact at the same time golden wings spread from the back of Gabriel, two huge and massive ones their feathery falling on the floor and spreading a few meters away.
Last but not least he felt the lips of Gabriel's vessel pressed to his, he couldn't tell what shocked him more, the kiss, what was happening around him, or the sudden feeling of happiness coursing through his body.
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This was chapter 11, i hope you liked it and that you'll read the next one ^^°
i know it might be a bit confusing, about the "future" Gabriel showed Sam, but i assure you it all has it's reasons ^^
see you next chapter xxx Impala-Ilana67