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1x16 Shadow (Dean and Sam are investigating a mysterious murder in Chicago and discover that Meg is responsible for it.)
Sam and Dean were under the elevator gate in the warehouse, intent on finding a way to the upper level. Meg, whoever she was, was up to something that spelled serious trouble
"You two." The boys turned around to face a certain trench-coat clad angel. "What are you doing here?"
Dean raised his eyebrows, turning around the face the angel. "Well, I could ask you the same thing, Cas." Dean gave him a pointed look.
"I'm following a demon lead. Reports say it originated here." Castiel explained, his blue eyes flickering around the poorly lit warehouse.
"Heh, well same here. But why didn't you know we were here? What about your little tracking ability?" Dean asked, making a vague motion with his hand.
Castiel frowned, pondering whether he would answer or not. "It's weakened. For now, it is difficult to know your whereabouts."
"Guys!" Sam hissed, pointing upwards. Dean hurried over as his brother starting climbing the elevator shaft. Castiel disappeared in a gust of wind. Quietly, Sam and Dean squeezed through the space between the gate and the wall and saw Meg standing at an altar, speaking in a foreign language. Climbing quietly onto the floor, they drew their guns and moved to the other side of the room, behind some heavy crates. Castiel was standing in the shadows, well-hidden despite his light trench-coat.
"Guys," Meg and Dean look at each other, stunned. Castiel's face betrayed nothing. "Hiding's a little bit childish, don't you think?"
"Well, that didn't work out like I planned," Dean laughed, and turned to face her, as sheepishly as Dean could get.
"Why don't you and your friend come out?" Meg said. "Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship."
Castiel, who was staring at Meg with unexpected focus, slid his gaze over to Sam in judging confusion.
Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably, knowing Cas had misunderstood. "Yeah, tell me about it."
"So, where's your little Daeva friend?" Dean asked, pointedly looking around the room.
"Around. You know, that shotgun's not gonna do much good."
"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. The shotgun's not for the demon." Dean returned with a smile on his face and gave her a wink.
"Sam. Dean." Castiel sensed rising energy from his weakened senses. Unmistakable stench.
"So, who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Sam pressed.
"Sam," Cas's gruff voice began, taking a step forward.
"You." Meg smiled, as the shadow demon began to form on the wall. It knocked Sam to the ground, punched Cas in the stomach hard enough he hit the ceiling and crashed back onto the ground with a thump. Then she turned around and threw Dean into the crates, which splintered and broke at the impact.
When Cas first came to, his temporal awareness kindly reminded him he was in a warehouse. He blinked away the blurriness in his blue eyes and evaluated the situation. He, Sam and Dean were tied to posts with rope. Dean had his eyes focused angrily on Meg, but Sam's head was still lolled. If his strength hadn't failed him, he'd be out in seconds. He strained hard against the bindings. The rope crackled in protest but did not give.
"Seems Superman's awake." Meg said, ambling over and pushing him back against the pillar with her demonic was up too, and gave Cas a smile. Meg continued, appraising the angel. "I'm surprised you woke up at all. I intended to kill you."
Sam groaned and three pairs of eyes settled on the young man."Good timing." She said, moving in front of the younger brother.
"Hey, Sam? Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend...is a bitch."
"Sam, you should consider choosing better women." Cas said roughly, fixing his eyes on Sam with judgement. "Demons don't make good dating prospects."
"Cas, we're not dating, Dean's making a joke." Sam corrected him quickly. Castiel narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion but said nothing else.
Meg, however, had an amused smile on her face. "That friend of yours is interesting. And he knew what I was."
"Yeah, and this whole thing, was a trap. Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearing what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn't it?" Sam retorted.
"I needed to draw you in, Sam"
"You killed those two people for nothing."
"Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less."
The situation only seemed to get was a trap, for John Winchester, who may or may not—probably won't—come. And Meg was getting restless.
"Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun." She kissed his neck quickly, then again, glanced at Cas, trying to communicate something to him before focusing his attention. Cas's eyes narrowed in confusion knew Sam was trying to tell him something, but how was he supposed to ascertain Sam's meaning from his facial expression?
"You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now." Sam said. Meg smiled, leaned down again to kiss him again. A small huff interrupts gaze moved to Castiel, who had diverted his eyes in discomfort.
"What's this? Are you shy, Superman?" She stopped by Dean's post to grab a knife he'd been using to cut the bonds and threw it across the room, then kneeled in front of Cas, grabbing his chin. She used both hands and forcefully moved it when the blue-eyed man resisted her with surprising strength. She ran a thumb across his defined lips. "Are you a prude? What a shame, you're wasting that cute face of yours." She pinched his cheek, toughly and Cas jerked out of her hold, anger sparkling in his eyes.
"Don't touch me, you filthy—" Meg grabbed a fistful of Cas's hair and slammed the back of his head into the pole with a thud, effectively interrupting him. Her fingers stroked his fine stubble, her mouth parted only a six inches from his face.
"You were saying?" She asked sweetly as Cas screwed up his eyes. "Don't close your pretty blue eyes, Superman."
Cas's eyes opened again, surprisingly clear, to meet hers—the concussive force did little damage. "I'm not this "Superman". I was just the distraction."
Meg looked at him, confused. Sam snapped the rope and was behind Meg in an instant, knocking his head against hers. She fell to the floor while he groaned in pain.
"Sam! Go to the altar."
Suddenly, the shadow demon appeared and grabbed Meg. She was dragged across the floor and crashes through the window, falling down to the street below. Sam grabbed his knife and cut Dean, then Cas, free from their ropes.
"You okay, Cas?" Dean asked, looking behind him.
Castiel nodded, he'd rather not have had his face touched by a demon but her death had dissolved his anger.
As they made their way to the window to see Meg's dead body, Dean sighed.
"Sam, I have to say, I'm glad you aren't courting her." Cas said seriously, looking the younger Winchester in the eye.
Less than thirty minutes later, they were at the motel, Cas with them, intending to get them back.
"Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean asked, looking at his brother toting a large duffel bag.
"I said it before, and I'll say it again—better safe than sorry." Sam said as Dean unlocked the door and they entered the room. A man stood by the window.
"Hey!" Dean called reached for the light but Cas's powers are faster. The man turned around to face them. Sam and Dean stopped mid-step. "Dad?"
"Hey, boys." Dean and John walked towards each other and shared a long embrace. Sam watched sadly, hanging back near Cas, who stood near the door oblivious that he was intruding on an important moment. When Dean and John stepped apart a few seconds later, John greeted his youngest son sadly. "Hi, Sam."
"Hey, Dad." Sam said softly, placing a bag of weapons on the tilted his head curiously.
"Dad, it was a trap. I didn't know, I'm sorry." Dean apologized.
"Who's this?" John changed the topic suddenly, finally noticing Cas as Sam had moved from in front of him. He internally kicked himself for being overcome by emotion. His hand went straight to his gun at his back.
Dean instantly tensed slightly. "It's okay, Dad!" Dean tensed a little when John gave him a reproachful look. "He's a friend, sir." Castiel looked at Dean in curiosity he was treating his father almost like how he treated angels of higher rank.
John narrowed his eyes at the angel."We'll talk about this later. You ought to know by now not to pull in other hunters recklessly. If he makes a foolish move, he might end up sentencing the entire team to death."
"I—Yeah, alright." Dean 's expression softened before turning to Sam.
"I'm your father, I worry. Want what's best for the both of you. Listen, Sammy, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight."
"Yes, sir."
"It's good to see you again. It's been a long time." He didn't like the fact there was someone else in the room with him and his sons but that would be something they'd deal with together after he made up with his son.
"Too long." Finally, both of them let down their guards and tearfully takes a while for them to pull a part.
"Dean." Castiel's voice hissed the same moment a shadow demon attacked John, throwing him into a set of cabinets.
"No!" Dean shouts. He, Sam and Cas are also sent to the floor, the latter fighting against it and slowly being pushed to a kneeling position. Outside, leaning against a decrepit brick building, Meg watched the apartment, playing while the pendant around her neck.
"Perfect."
It only took an instant for the motel room to be enveloped in swarming shadow boys were flung against the wall, and shadow and wind scratched their clothes and all the chaos, Sam crawled over to his weapons bag and lit the fuse to a flare.
"Shut your eyes! These things are shadow demons, so let's light 'em up!" The room was instantly filled with smoke and a brilliant white light. No trace of the shadow demon remained and the hunters pulled themselves up.
"We need to move." Castiel said, righting himself. He hadn't needed to close his eyes, even the light flare paled in comparison to an angel's true visage.
"Yeah." Sam said, helping his father to his feet, blinking spots from his eyes. John's face tensed cautiously at the easy agreement from his usually stubborn son. Again, he had to ask—who the hell was this guy?
They had taken the alley, skirting around the motel room to ensure they weren't being followed before heading for the parked cars. To John's surprise, the man in the trench-coat was waiting for them there. He didn't remember him separating from the rest of them. His boys, however, didn't seem surprised that he had gotten back to the car before them.
"Alright, that's enough, boys. Explain this now." He demanded gesturing to the strange man with them.
Because Cas seemed not to care about John's frustration with him or have any urge to say anything in his own defense, Dean was the one to answer.
"Dad, this is Cas. We met him in a barn in Pontiac three, four months back. It's a long story but he's actually—"
"I don't need a life story. We've got to get out of here." John said, feeling a headache coming. "Keep the hunting between the two of you from now on."
"You're not coming with us?" Sam protested.
"Sammy, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you've got to trust me, 've gotta let me go." John failed to notice the fourth member of their party had disappeared, something he would only come to realize once he'd driven away.
From shadow of a building, Meg's eyes flashed black, watching as the brothers peeled away.
John didn't get the information he needed because even though he asked because he doesn't actually listen to his kids. So John might be a little angry when he finds out Castiel is an angel...and that his sons are affiliated with him.
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