Johnny Angel Ch. 29
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Author's Note: A huge thank you goes out to everyone who read and reviewed and to the reviewers I couldn't reply to directly.
Previously: "Dean, get your brother back to the car and take care of him," Bobby stated knowing that Dean needed to be with his brother right now. "I'll take care of these two blockheads."
Dean didn't even hesitate for a minute upon hearing Bobby's words, he knew an order when he heard one and this was one order he was more than willing to follow since he knew Bobby had the situation well in control. Wrapping a supportive arm around Sam's waist, Dean slowly began to lead his brother back over to the Impala, making sure to let Sammy set the pace. It was obvious his baby brother was exhausted and that his strength was nearly depleted. They had made it nearly halfway there when Sam's knees suddenly buckled forcing Dean to take on his full weight.
"S'okay bro, I've got you," Dean declared as he swung an arm under Sam's legs and lifted his baby brother into his arms, grateful this one time for the fact that Sam had lost some weight while in the hospital. Carefully toting Sam over to the classic 1967 muscle car, Dean cautiously deposited his sibling into the backseat, making sure that his baby brother didn't hit his head on the way in.
"Thanks De'n," Sam voiced breathlessly, wincing at the pain he felt in his legs and lower back from the small excursion he had taken.
"You're welcome, Princess," Dean voiced with a smile before reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out the prescription hydrocodone that he had kept there specifically for the trip. Removing the childproof lid, he dumped one of the pain pills into his hand. "Here, take this. It'll help with the pain.
Sam didn't bother to refuse the offer knowing that Dean was in what he referred to as the smother hen mode. Placing the pill in his mouth, he dry swallowed it with little effort and then leaned back against the opposite door for support. Closing his eyes as he waited for the medicine to take effect, he was surprised when he felt strong hands begin to massage the muscles in his legs once again. "That feels aw'some Dude," Sam slurred as the narcotics and fatigue took control.
"Yeah, well it's a one time thing so enjoy it while you can, Bitch" Dean said as he kept up the soothing massage, kneading away the bunched up knots in the calf muscle of Sam's leg.
"M'hmmm, I believe ya too Jerk," Sam mumbled, just before he gave into the medication and dropped off to sleep.
Snorting at the remark, Dean couldn't help but reach up and lightly ruffle his brother's hair. "You know me too well, don't ya Kiddo."
~~Supernatural~~
Taking just a moment to make sure that Dean heeded his suggestion, Bobby returned his focus to the two ailing hunters sitting on the ground before him. Jerry Panowski's jaw was beginning to turn a deep shade of purple from the uppercut he had delivered to the man's face earlier and Frank Gutierrez was showing signs of regaining consciousness as was evident by the moaning noise coming from his mouth.
Looking at the two men as he tugged a hand through his tussled hair, Bobby grumbled, "What in the hell am I going to do with you two chuckleheads? You shoulda known better than to come after my boys and think you could get away with it."
"Come on Bobby, we've learned our lesson. You've got to let us go man," Jerry pleaded as he looked up at the grizzled hunter. "We'll never come near the Winchesters again. I swear it."
"Ya think I got rocks in my head ya dimwit?" Bobby questioned as he kicked at a rock on the ground in front of him and sent it sailing towards Jerry Panowski who just barely managed to avoid it bouncing off his thick skull. "Your forget, I know you and your partner over there. You only see things in black and white and sooner or later you'll try something stupid again and I'll be damned if I'll allow that to happen."
"So what the hell do you think you're going to do, kill us?" Frank inquired, reaching up to gingerly touch his broken nose with the tips of his fingers after becoming more lucid. "I know you and you don't have it in you to kill humans."
"No, but I can do something that'll hurt like hell and make you forget you ever knew the boys," Bobby retorted as he aimed his gun at a sensitive part of Frank's anatomy.
"Please Bobby, for the love of God, don't it. Don't take my manhood," Frank begged earnestly, his whole body beginning to tremble with fear that Bobby was aiming to castrate him.
"Don't worry ya dirt bag, I wouldn't waste good ammo on the likes of you," Bobby informed the man with a heated glare. "No, I have other plans for the two of you."
Breathing a small sigh of relief that his manhood would stay intact, Frank couldn't help but wonder what kind of torture Bobby might have planned for them. Bobby knew a thousand different ways to get demons to talk, and he damned sure didn't want to experience any of them. He was just about to plead with Bobby again when he heard the hunter call out for somebody.
"Castiel, if you can hear me, the boys really need you now right now so get that feathered angelic rump of yours down here pronto," Bobby voiced, in hopes that the higher being would hear him. They had been stalled long enough from reaching their destination and he knew Sam was going to be in some serious pain by the time they finally reached his place.
"Damn, I think the old coot has finally lost it," Jerry Panowski stated as he gave Frank Gutierrez a knowing look. "Everyone knows that angels don't exis…." Jerry's voice drifted off as the flutter of wings could be heard.
"Sonuvabitch, this isn't happening" Frank swore, not believing his eyes as a man dressed in a tan trench coat suddenly appeared in front of Bobby and began to address him.
"My rump is not feathered, just my wings," Castiel informed Bobby as he gave the gruff hunter a naïve look of innocence. "Would you like for me to show you?"
"No, I don't want to see your ass, ya nitwit," Bobby responded rather quickly with a look of disbelief on his face. He had forgotten how literal the angel took things that were said to him.
"Oh, it was just one of those expressions you humans like to use, am I correct?" Castiel questioned with a chagrined look at the elder hunter.
"You got it in one," Bobby responded in answer to the question.
"Not to rush things, but I am needed elsewhere so what is it you require of me?" Castiel asked as he looked over towards the Impala where he could see Dean kneeling on the ground while Sam lay stretched out in the backseat. He would have to check on his charges before he left.
"I need you to make sure these imbeciles never try to come after the boys again," Bobby answered as he glanced over toward the impala with a parental look of protectiveness.
"And what would you like for me to do?" Castiel inquired as he looked at the two humans sitting on the ground with nothing but contempt in his eyes.
"I want you to wipe their memories clear where the Winchesters are concerned," Bobby replied succinctly. "I don't want any trace of the boys left in their minds."
"The retraction could do more harm than intended," Castiel notified Bobby as he thought about the two men and how they could be left as 'vegetables' if something went wrong.
"Well, the cretins brought this on themselves, so they'll just have to deal with the outcome," Bobby surmised after a few minutes of thought. "Just be careful."
"Bobby, you can't do this to us," Jerry pleaded in a frenzied manner in fear for his sanity. "I swear we won't come after those two again. You have my word as a hunter."
"It's the hunter part that I'm afraid of," Bobby responded before returning his attention to Cas. "Do it!"
"As you wish," Cas responded, reaching out to touch Jerry on the forehead with the tip of his fingers. Holding the touch as the hunter screamed and writhed in agony from the retraction process, he felt the man go limp a few minutes later and fall to the ground. "It is done," he reported before turning his attention to Frank Gutierrez and repeating the process all over again.
"Did it go as planned or did they lose their marbles?" Bobby queried as he looked at the unconscious hunters laying prone on the ground.
"I do not know about their marbles, but they still retain their memories except for those you wished erased," Castiel answered, cocking his head to the side. He just didn't understand humans sometimes.
Nodding his head in thanks, Bobby bent down and began to remove the hunters boots from their feet for the long walk into town that they would have to make upon waking. He wanted them to be as uncomfortable as possible for the journey even though they would be lost as to what had happened and why, and it would also give them plenty of time to get away just in case Castiel as wrong about the mind erase working.
~~Supernatural~~
Observing Sam's face as he tucked his leather jacket around his slumbering brother, Dean couldn't help but notice how innocent his brother looked even after everything he had been through. Instead of seeing the adult his sibling really was, Dean only the saw the five year old who looked up at him with complete and total trust and it nearly took his breath away.
Pushing himself to his feet moments later, he tensed as he felt a presence coming up behind him. Reaching down to finger the knife in his boot, he was about to yank it out to protect Sam at all costs when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.
"It is only I," Castiel stated, knowing full well that Dean could inadvertently injure his meat suit in his haste to protect his baby brother.
"Cas, what are you doing here?" Dean asked as he turned to face the seraphic being.
"Robert required my presence," Cas answered innocuously as he took note of the youngest Winchester who lay sleeping in the back of the impala. "Is Sam in need of my assistance also?
"No, he'll be fine. Besides, he's my responsibility and I wouldn't have it any other way," Dean answered as he glanced fondly at his baby brother. Sure, he could ask Cas to help speed the healing process, but he was concerned how it would affect Sam so soon after his trip to Hell.
"As you wish. Just call if you need me," Castiel assented before vanishing from view. He really was needed back in Heaven.
Shaking his head at the sudden departure, Dean checked on Sam to make sure he was still asleep before making his way over to Bobby. "You need any help Old Timer?"
"No, I'm finished. And by the way boy, I ain't too old to kick your ass for making a comment like that," Bobby grumbled as he stood up, feeling the ache in his knees, but not admitting it. "Let's get out of here before these jackasses awaken."
"Sounds good to me. Sammy's going to be in need of some serious PT after this mess and I for one want him safe and comfortable in a familiar place," Dean voiced, climbing behind the wheel of the Impala. As far he was concerned, they couldn't get to Bobby's place soon enough.
TBC
