S13 E18 "Bring 'em Back Alive" Weave
(I didn't write the ep; don't sue me-believe me, you won't get much.)
I only own the fill-in-the-blanks parts and my character.
Sam saw his and Rachel's bedroom door open as he headed down the hall back the way he came. He slipped inside, seeing Rachel arming herself, loading her gun. "You okay?" he asked carefully, the tension between them like a thick fog.
"Fine," she replied, readying her gun with a slide.
"Can we … can we talk?"
Rachel turned to him. "I don't think this is the best time, Sam."
"If not now, then when?" he countered.
"Maybe when we're not about to be invaded by demons?"
Sam crossed to her. "I can't stop thinking that … You have every right to, but it's killing me to think that you're unsure of me. I never meant to … Rachel, I—"
"Sam," Castiel called from down the hall, seeming stressed.
Sam sighed, running his hand through his hair. "You should go," Rachel murmured, his distress making her ache.
He squeezed his eyes shut and left, frustrated as he went back to the spare room. He looked to Gabriel, seeing how he massaged his temples, looking pained. "How's he?"
"I don't know," Castiel replied solemnly.
Gabriel lifted his head with focus, as if listening for something. Suddenly, the bunker alarm tripped, bathing the entire space in red light, the alarm resounding. Sam looked to Castiel, then saw Rachel approach. "Stay in here with him," he instructed, taking her arm and leading her into the spare room.
"No, I need to help you!" she argued. "Otherwise, what I saw—"
Sam gave her one of their two demon blades. "No." Sam moved her to the bed near Gabriel. "Stay here," he urged. "Lock the door. Use the blade on anyone who comes in. You should be okay, the rooms are warded. But just in case."
"Sam," Rachel said, catching his arm as he started to move to the door. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw his bloodied body in her mind's eye. "Please. This is exactly how it happens."
He stroked her cheek, his thumb running over her lips. "I'll be fine," he assured. Drawing her near, he pressed a lingering kiss on her forehead, sighing against her skin. Feeling Castiel's urgency behind him, Sam parted from her, his eyes scanning hers for a moment before he turned away, taking out the archangel blade Ketch had given them and following Castiel out of the room, shutting the door.
Rachel locked it with a shaky hand, clutching the demon blade tightly in her fist. She stared at the wood, her heart racing as the lights flashed around them. "I don't … I don't have enough grace," Gabriel said behind her with a swallow.
"It's okay," Rachel assured, centering herself as she drew in a deep breath. "I'm pretty good with a knife."
They remained silent as they watched the door, listening through the blaring alarm for footsteps or voices. "Sorry I flipped out on you," Rachel whispered, feeling the urge to confess.
"It's okay," Gabriel whispered back. "It was hot. You're kinda frightening. Take that as a compliment coming from an archangel."
Rachel smirked. "I will."
The two froze as they heard footsteps approach. "Showtime," Rachel muttered, her fingers adjusting over the blade as she waited.
"In here," a demon said, trying the knob. "Ow! Son of a bitch!"
"They've got it warded," another demon said, yelping in pain as he tried to open the door.
"Kick it."
"You kick it!"
A bang resounded on the wood, Rachel's pulse rising as she listened to the thuds. "Come on," the demon yelled. "You're just pissing us off now, Gabriel. If you open it up, I promise we won't make the torture as bad."
The hinges shook, the demons cursing with each blow. It was burning them to touch it. Rachel focused on the shaking entry, watching as it flew open easily with suddenness. She took the defense as the demons smiled. "Ooh, a bonus," the one on her left side, a short man with a shaved head and rich, brown skin, said, smirking as he stalked near her.
"Those Winchester boys are holding out," the demon on the right, a taller, thinner man with thick black hair and almond eyes, said.
Rachel kept her cool as the two demons approached, each dressed in black suits. "Come on, pretty girl," the shorter one taunted. "Let's see what you've got."
He lunged at Rachel, who blocked him, ducking his swing. Her foot connected with the demon's stomach, kicking him backward into the corner chair across from them. The demons were slightly weakened by the warding, it her only hope against their unnatural strength. Gabriel took hold of him, wrestling with him as the second demon swung a blade at Rachel, who ducked it and twisted over toward the sink against the wall away from him. As the second one approached, she blocked him, resisting his hand that tried to lower his blade into her. She kicked him in the chest, knocking him back enough that she was able to move, slamming the blade into the demon's heart. The demon groaned, lighting up as he died with convulsions.
The shorter demon managed a solid blow to Gabriel, knocking him to the floor. "Nice," he said with a laugh as he looked over at Rachel, who withdrew her blade from the other body. "I like a fighter."
"Bring it, douchebag," Rachel challenged.
The demon lunged on the offense, Rachel ducking away. Still, he snagged her arm and threw her to the ground, her back slamming against the concrete, the blade dropping from her hand. She groaned, pressing against the demon's arm as he tried to stab her. Her knee connected with his groin and he fell off of her. She turned over onto her stomach to escape but the demon snagged her ankle before she could, his blade slamming into the back of her calf. Rachel screamed, clawing against the floor as she fought to pull away from the demon, landing a successful heel kick into his jaw. The demon groaned, his grip loosened, and she snatched her blade and rose to shaky feet. Blood ran down her leg, staining her sweatpants and her sock as she backed away from the demon, who approached her with a sinister smile. She countered his offense attack with a switch flip move Sam had showed her, freeing her right arm to sink her blade into the demon's side.
She panted as she watched the demon groan, light bursting in the vessel as he died. Rachel withdrew her knife, tears flooding her eyes from the pain in her leg as the body dropped to the floor. She looked to Gabriel, who was still down on the ground, but slowly rousing.
Rachel turned, seeing a tall flash of white approach in the doorway. "Well, well, well," Asmodeus smiled, entering the room with confidence. "Him, I was expecting. But not you." Asmodeus froze Gabriel with an invisible grip, stepping over the demon body in front of him as he moved to Rachel. "What's your name, darling?"
"Bite me," Rachel growled, feeling lightheaded as blood rushed from her deep leg wound.
"A bit of a temper," Asmodeus chided with a cluck of his tongue. "Wily little thing." He snapped his fingers, Rachel instantly frozen. She gasped, unable to move her arms as Asmodeus snatched the blade from her, setting it behind her on the bureau. "The Winchester boys didn't mention they had another roommate." The prince looked down at her, Rachel wincing as he stroked her cheek. "I can see why. You'd be hard to let go of." As she was about to scream, he silenced her with his unseen power. "Now, now," he said, his fingers still moving over her, "shhh. Save your screams for an audience, darling."
Rachel's stomach dropped through Asmodeus' surprised pause. The prince's fingers froze over her skin. "Well, I'll be damned," he said, a wide smile spreading across his face. His brow arched as his fingers dragged down her cheek to her chin, making a path over her chest with a purposeful trip across her cleavage to her stomach. "Now what do we have here?" he asked softly, his hand stopping. Rachel's lip quivered, tears filling her eyes as she was unable to escape him. "Oh this is quite delightful," Asmodeus said, his fingers tracing over her stomach. "Yes, I can work with this."
Four more demons entered the room, two snagging the stilled Gabriel from the bed as he whimpered and cried out. Asmodeus held his hand up as the other two approached. "I'll escort her myself, gentlemen," he said, taking her arm. She was barely able to walk under his hold, let alone with her injured leg. Her voice was still gone, nothing coming out as she tried to scream to warn Sam and Castiel. "Oh, now. Don't strain yourself, darling. They won't be able to hear you anyway. Not until I want them to."
Sam and Castiel panted heavily in the maps room, Castiel just finishing off the demon who nearly took out Sam. "Thanks," Sam managed, looking around at the bodies they had dropped. No others seemed to be coming, which was a relief. Still, Sam couldn't help but feel as if the worst was yet to come.
The two caught a glimpse of white, their focuses immediately shifting to see Asmodeus standing in the entry, holding on to Rachel. Sam's eyes widened at the blood that painted her leg, seeing the way she favored it.
Before he could even speak, Asmodeus flicked his wrist and sent both him and Castiel flying backwards into a utility panel. Both men groaned as their bodies slammed unforgivingly into it, knocking their heads on the cold steel. "Your warding wasn't designed for the likes of me, Samuel," Asmodeus noted, pulling Rachel down the stairs with him.
Sam sat up, barely able to move under Asmodeus' power. His focus went to Rachel, who was kept tightly to Asmodeus' side. "Let her go," he warned.
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Asmodeus replied. "I've come to claim what's mine."
"They're not yours," Sam snarled.
"Oh, but Gabriel was, and she is now." Asmodeus snapped his fingers, causing Rachel to freeze by his size, and for Sam and Castiel to lose their voices. Asmodeus paced a little closer to Sam. "Seeing as I had to make a special trip all the way here to get back my feathered friend, I consider your pretty girl compensation for that." The prince winked at him. "And there's a nice bit of interest I'm collecting too. Don't you worry, I'll take real good care of her and the baby for you."
Sam's nostrils flared as he tried to fight Asmodeus' hold, straining under the intense power. He locked eyes with Rachel, whose lips parted as she looked down at Sam. Pain coursed through her, but none as deep of an ache as seeing his desperate fight to get to her.
Two more demons dragged out Gabriel from the opposite entrance, the angel fighting their grip with fevered whimpers. The demons steadied him, waiting as Asmodeus approached. "Oh, I missed you, boy," he said to Gabriel, who avoided his eyes. "I'mma have to punish you rather severely, I'm afraid."
Gabriel shouted as the demons took him toward the stairs. Sam pushed against the unseen hold on him as two more took hold of Rachel and dragged her on the same path. Asmodeus released Rachel's voice, her screams of protest hoarse as she was taken further from Sam.
Asmodeus turned back to Sam and Castiel. "And as for you two …" He snapped his fingers, both men groaning as severe pain struck them.
Sam fought the piercing ache to try to see where Rachel was, his body compressing under the onslaught of Asmodeus' power. "Sam!" Rachel screamed from the balcony, wriggling in the demons' hold as she watched.
The pain only got worse as the prince watched with a smile, each of them feeling their insides nearly being ripped out as they lay helpless against the panel. Try as they might, they were quickly losing, their faces strained as they tried to hold on.
Gabriel's eyes flashed blue from where he stood on the upper level, concentrating his growing grace. He growled and flung the two demons off of himself, throwing them over the edge of the railing and onto the hard ground below. He flicked his wrists and freed Rachel, the demons holding her tumbling down the stairs. Rachel clung to the railing, eyes wide as she watched.
Asmodeus turned to him, giving Sam and Castiel a bit of a reprieve. "Gabriel, what are you doing, son? You know too well what I can do to you." He stepped closer, inadvertently putting distance between him and Sam and Castiel. "I broke you." He watched as Gabriel focused on him. "You're too weak," he said with a sneer.
Gabriel smiled a little as his power flowed through his body, healing him. The wounds that littered his face and body disappeared, his grin growing as he took in Asmodeus' surprised expression. With confidence, Gabriel straightened, his massive wings becoming visible behind him as everyone watched.
Pissed off, Asmodeus focused a ball of power and blasted it toward Gabriel, who easily deflected it. "Not anymore," Gabriel smirked, seeing the panic in Asmodeus' eyes. "Oh, and by the way, I always hated that dumbass suit."
With an outstretched hand, Gabriel took control, watching as Asmodeus froze. Smoke rose from the prince's body, a sizzling sound filling the air as the demon heated from within. Asmodeus burst into molten hot flames, groaning and wailing as Sam as Castiel shielded their eyes from the scorching fire.
Asmodeus burst into a cloud of smoke and ash, disappearing as Gabriel grinned. Sam and Castiel were freed from the demon's grip. Sam bolted to his feet, looking up at Rachel, who clung onto the rails, her body weak as she tried to stay upright. "Rachel!"
Before she could fall, Gabriel caught her, smiling as she held onto him for balance. "It's alright," he assured. "I've got you." He pressed his fingers to her forehead, watching as her body healed. She straightened, lips parting in relief, not realizing she was still clinging to him. "Listen, uh, if things don't work out with Sasquatch, give me a call."
Rachel smiled softly with laugh, moving away from Gabriel. "Thank you."
Gabriel nodded, gesturing for her to lead the way down the stairs. Sam was waiting at the bottom, his arms surrounding her as soon as her feet hit the floor. "You okay?" he asked, pressing her to himself, lifting her in his embrace as he moved away from the bodies. She nodded, her hands tight around his shirt as she pressed her cheek to his chest. "Are you sure? The baby ...?"
"I'm fine," she insisted, fighting back a sudden swing of nausea. "We're fine."
Sam's hand ran over her hair, smoothing it tenderly as he held her. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
"You have nothing to be sorry for."
"I've got plenty." He sighed, drawing her even closer. "I'm just glad you're alright."
"Your girl is pretty awesome," Gabriel said as he passed them. "Took out two demons single-handedly, even with an injury."
Sam kept Rachel close, smiling as his chin rested on the top of her head. "She's the best there is," he murmured.
Castiel sighed, looking at the bodies. "Gabriel, give me a hand?" he asked.
Gabriel nodded. The two angels quickly removed the bodies from the bunker, cleaning the blood they left behind with their power as Sam moved to the alarm panel with Rachel and reset the code. Rachel sighed as the blaring finally stopped, and the lights were restored to normal. She walked through the maps room, slowly fixing things that got knocked over in the struggle. Her stomach felt sick, but she ignored it, continuing to clean. As she stooped to pick up some papers, she paused, her head light. Shutting her eyes, she balanced herself with a nearby chair as she squatted.
Sam bent down to his knees, taking hold of her. "Easy," he murmured, feeling her head. She was warm. "You okay? Talk to me."
"I feel sick," she admitted, woozy and a bit worried.
"Cas? Gabriel?" Sam called before turning back to Rachel. He saw the signs of her blood loss in her paled skin, cool hands, and lethargic state. "Come on, baby girl." Sam lifted her under her thighs and across her back, standing as he pressed her close.
Both angels came over, Castiel laying a hand on her forehead. "She's burning up," Castiel murmured, brows wrinkled as he saw her lethargic state.
"I don't get it," Gabriel said. "I healed her. She should be fine."
"Can you heal her again?" Sam asked desperately, seeing Rachel's eyes blink hard as she slumped in his arms.
Castiel kept his power focused, shaking his head. "I can't. Gabriel?"
Gabriel took over, concentrating his energy toward Rachel. "She's not responding to it," Gabriel panicked. He looked up at Sam. "It's like the baby is fighting me."
Sam scoffed. "The baby is the size of a raspberry," he said.
"Yeah, and it also has visions," Gabriel added with a narrowed look. "Look, I know what I'm feeling here. The baby is fighting me."
"Perhaps it is trying to defend its mother," Castiel suggested.
"Yeah right," Sam grumbled. He drew in a deep breath, shifting his focus to Rachel. "Let's get you in bed."
Sam carried Rachel down the hall, opening their room door and laying her gently on their bed. "Sam," Rachel managed, her voice hoarse.
"Shh, hang on," Sam murmured, taking off her stained sweatpants and socks, tossing them aside. He fished around in the drawers, snagging a pair of cotton shorts and sliding them on her before covering her with blankets. "I'll be right back," he said, quickly leaving for the kitchen. Once there, he took down two glasses, one he filled with a putrid colored liquid from a bottle in the fridge, and the other with ice and water, bringing them and a dose of Tylenol back to their room. He rested the water and pills down, then knelt down next to her, holding the colored liquid glass to her mouth. "Drink," he said gently, supporting her head as she sipped it. Her nose wrinkled, and she shook her head as he encouraged her to finish it. "I know, baby. It's wheatgrass, kelp, spinach, and beets. It's nasty, but it works for anemia, trust me."
"I'd rather die, thanks," she grumbled.
Sam wasn't taking no for an answer. "Bottom's up."
Rachel groaned as Sam made her finish the glass, shivering when she was done. "Good girl," he murmured, helping her take the two Tylenol. When she was finished, he set the water down on the nightstand, feeling her forehead. It was dotted with perspiration. He left again, this time bringing back a cool washcloth from the bathroom and laying it over her head.
"Sam," Rachel whispered. "I don't feel good."
"You're likely overworked from the fight with your blood loss."
"Why couldn't they heal me?" she whispered.
"Gabriel thinks the baby is stopping him." Sam sighed, biting back his anger at the fetus. "I need you to rest, okay?" She nodded, her eyes shutting. "I'm going to go bring Gabriel up to speed, but I'll be back in a few minutes."
Sam stroked Rachel as she settled in, adjusting the cloth on her forehead as her eyes closed. He left the room, worried as he strode to the end of the hall. Now that Gabriel was back at full power, he needed to secure his position in Team Free Will to ensure they had the capability of beating Michael.