Bobby's House. 2 Weeks Later. (So, if you notice Dean, Bela, or anyone else Being out of character a few sections down, you figure out why soon enough. Or if you remember the episode you will probably figure it out early! But I'm adding my own twist :) ) Takes place in 6x17.
The boys had caught a couple hunts on the way to Bobby's. After both Bobby and Rufus nearly died the week before, Bobby was working diligently on finding Eve's weakness. Once there, both Sam and Dean noticed that Bobby was working way too hard on it.
Bobby: You two just gonna stand there or you gonna pitch in? This so-called Eve, mother of whatever, ain't gonna gank herself. What's wrong with you two?
Dean: Bobby, you haven't slept in days.
Bobby: I sleep. What are you, my wife now?
Dean: I'm just saying that, you know, taking five might be a good thing.
Bobby: We didn't end a biblical apocalypse just to have some Monster Momma and her babies try to start another one. We got work to do.
Dean just shook his head. He left the room and headed for the kitchen, Sam followed him.
Dean: Well, he's doing fantastic.
Sam: But he is right, we do have work to do. And I don't mean just Eve. There's a job. At the same time part of me feels we should stay and help him.
Dean: Really? What've you got?
Sam: Chester, Pennsylvania. Three people got kicked off in the last week, all freaky. Last guy got karate-chopped by his garage door. And these are all blood relatives.
Dean: What are you thinking, family curse?
SAM: Could be.
Bobby walked in.
Bobby: You should go...You're both driving me nuts.
Bobby then walked back out.
Dean: So, Pennsylvania.
Sam nodded, and wandered off for a second.
Dean: Sam?
Sam: Was thinking you should just call you're girlfriend to meet you there. You know, since it's only like 30 minutes for her.
Dean: Sam knock it off. And she isn't...
Sam: Oh right, you're just using her?
Dean: Excuse me? No, we're just...I dunno...having fun.
Sam shook his head. He'd ignored it since Dean got in the car with him two weeks ago. Neither had spoken about it at all. Dean guessed Sam had it bottled up the past couple weeks.
Sam: It's Bela!
Dean: You don't think I know that?
Sam: All that crap you gave me before? About Madison, and Ruby? How is this not as bad?
Dean: Well for starters she's human. And Madison wasn't you're fault, I shouldn't have ever given you a hard time about that. Ruby is another story all together. And...
Sam: And what?
Dean: She isn't...isn't as bad as we thought okay?
Sam: How?
Dean: I can't say. Look what I know about her, well it has to stay between me and her. And after hell, let's just say the slate's clean. She might actually have forgiven me and as much as I didn't care before., I'd like to keep it that way.
Sam: Forgiven you? For what? She's the one who stole the Colt and came after us. You didn't do anything wrong.
Dean knew he needed to tell Sam something, just to get him off his back.
Dean: Actually I did...not back then but after...in Hell.
Sam: In Hell? What, you mean when you went all torture master because of Alistair?
Dean nodded.
Dean: Sam...she was the first.
Sam: Huh?
Dean: She was the first person Alistair made me torture. He wanted it to be someone I knew, someone I had a history with. He figured the hate I felt for her topside would make it easier for me to break and start the torture.
Sam: So it was...and you...
Dean: Well no, it wasn't easier, it was harder. I knew her, I knew no one deserved it, not even her. She looked terrified. I just...even now seeing her all the time I still can picture exactly what her face looked like when I dug the knife in that first time. The fact she lets me anywhere near her is a miracle.
Sam: You never said anything before, back when you told me all about what you did.
Dean: I know.
Sam: But just because you feel guilty doesn't mean you have to make it up to her. That you have to go easy on her now.
Dean: That ain't what this is about. There's a lot to Bela you don't know, that she didn't want me to find out but I did. It changes things Sam. And right now, she's in the life and she gets it. I don't have to hide anything. I don't know, I kind of like it. Look, when all this Eve crap and Angel crap is over, she's gonna go live a normal life and we never hear from her again. So for now, no harm in me having a little fun.
Sam shook his head.
Sam: I hope you know what you're doing.
Dean: Sam, if she ever tries anything I'll be the first to do something about it. But for now you're gonna just have to trust my judgement.
What they didn't know was that things were going to start changing for them very soon.
Sam decided he was still gonna stay behind with Bobby. Someone had too. Well at least until she arrived. Sam told Dean he'd join him in a day or two once she showed up.
1 Day Later.
Chester, PA.
Dean: I got nothing.
Bela: Okay...so not a spirit. What next?
Dean: I don't know. There is definitely a skeleton in this family's closet. I mean, accidents don't just happen usually, not in our line of work.
Bela: All right. How about I'll go check family records, you go with next of kin?
Dean shrugged.
Dean: Yeah okay.
Bela: Why did you ask me to come? Tell me Sam's not still pouting about finding us...well, you know. I mean, I know he knew before but we might have scarred him.
Dean: Well while he did bring it up...he said he wanted to stay and help Bobby. Poor guy's running himself into the ground with all this Eve crap. Where are you on the research?
Bela: Nothing, unfortunately.
Dean: Yeah, sure. Next time I see his feathery ass I'll do just that. Alright, well go do your thing. I'll go find his next living relative.
She nodded. They walked out of the house and to their separate vehicles.
None of them noticed that things were changing, both here with them and back at Bobby's. To them it was just natural. It was memory.
Russo's Office. Chester, PA.
Russo: I'm sorry, uh, what department?
Dean: Genealogy. From the university. We're doing a study on local families, and, well, the Russos are...
Russo: Yeah, well, you know what? I got to tell you, I am extremely busy right now.
Dean: Yeah, I'm sure you've had a rough week. I, uh, read about the recent tragedies. Your cousins, right?
Russo: Yeah. It's a shame. But I'm not that close with my family, so is this gonna take long?
Dean: No. Five minutes. Uh, can you tell me anything, uh, noteworthy about the Russos?
Russo: Noteworthy? No. I mean, not exactly average, you know, big, from Italy.
Dean: I see. Uh, was anyone ever killed or maimed in a war or, you know, some other violent thing?
Russo: What do you mean?
Dean: Like something so dark that it would sully future generations.
Russo: Uh... No.
Dean: Good. Good stuff. Anyone own a slave?
Russo: What?
Dean: Routine question. Any ties to the Nazi Party?
Russo: Excuse me?
Dean: Did grandma ever piss off a gypsy?
Russo: Okay, you know what? I don't know what kind of study you're doing, but it's over. Right now. So leave.
Dean: Look, you're in danger.
Russo: What? What is that, a threat? Are you threatening me?!
Dean: No, I'm not threatening you. I'm just simply saying that if you don't watch your back, you're gonna die.
Russo: Get the hell out of my office.
Dean: Okay.
Russo: Now!
Dean leaves.
Dean's Car. Outside Russo's Office.
Dean's phone rings. He answers it.
Sam: Hey.
Dean: Sam. Hey.
Sam: You guys finding anything?
Dean: Uh, one asshat in a shiny suit.
Dean's phone beeped, Bela was calling.
Dean: I gotta take the other line. I'll call you back. Did she get there yet?
Sam: Yeah, she's here.
Dean: Bobby any better?
Sam: Eh...kinda.
Dean: Okay. I'll talk to you later.
Sam: Yeah, tell Bela hey.
Dean: Sure.
Dean switched over to Bela.
Dean: Hey. You get anything?
Bela: Sorry, not much. Great grandparents born in Calabria. Emigrated 1912. Been here ever since.
Dean: Damn.
Bela: Dean, this family seems typical. Actually they sound very nice.
Dean: If these people are the Waltons, then why the hell are they dying?
Bela: No clue. Meet me at the motel and we can go over it more.
Dean: Okay. Be there soon.
Motel. Night. Chester, PA.
Dean: This is such a frustrating case. Ugh.
Bela: Relax.
Dean: Relax? Are you sure you found nothing? I just don't get it. I mean, we've been over each of the death locations and found absolute crap. No hex bags, no cursed objects. So it has to be the family.
Bela: Dean, I told you I found nothing. I know you think just because you started hunting as a kid and I didn't until I was 19 means you know more but I do know what I'm doing.
Dean: I know...sorry.
Bela walked over to him and sat down in front of him on the bed. Dean took her hand in his, then leaned down to kiss her softly.
Dean: I missed you.
Bela: I know.
She grinned.
Dean: This whole Eve thing is ridiculous. I almost miss us living normally.
Bela: Mmm..but you wouldn't have it any other way, especially without Sam.
Dean nodded.
Bela: You know, after all this time I think he's finally getting used to me. Other than the whole having to hear me answer your phone giving him an exact picture of what we do...poor guy.
Dean: You know, it'd be a hell of a lot easier if your place and Bobby's weren't so far apart. The drive is killing me.
Bela: I happen to like it on this side of the country.
Dean: Yeah, I know.
Bela: You're just having withdrawals that you don't see me everyday anymore.
Dean: Hey I did just fine back when we never saw each other.
Bela: Yeah, until we spent a year trying to be domestic.
Dean: How the hell did we expect that to go?
Bela: Don't know. At least we tried.
Dean: Yeah, guess so. Well maybe when things slow down, we can try again.
Bela: You'll still hunt...you can't quit.
Dean: Well yeah...but I can still come home. I mean, that is if you're still planning to be "normal". Whatever that means.
Bela: Don't get to sentimental on me. Let's just see how it goes before we start making future plans.
Dean's phone rang. Dean answered it, took down some info and hung up.
Bela: What?
Dean: Uh, we got another one.
Victim's Office. Night. Brookhaven, PA.
Bela and Dean enter to find Sam waiting.
Bela: Sam?
Sam: Hey. So another one...weird. Here.
Sam handed Dean a business card that belonged to the victim.
Dean: Anne Witting. You sure she's not a Russo, a second cousin twice removed or something?
Sam: No, I checked the records twice. She's not related.
Dean: Well, if this isn't a family curse, then what the hell is it?
Sam: You got me. I got nothing.
Dean: Hold on. We've been finding these at all the crime scenes.
Dean picks up a gold strand.
Bela: It's giving us nothing useful.
Sam: Not yet anyways.
Motel room. night. Chester, PA.
Sam is sitting at the desk on his laptop, Bela on one of the beds, and Dean is on the phone.
Dean: So, we found another piece of this, I don't know, shiny gold string.
Ellen: Oh, I was afraid of that.
Dean: Why? What's up?
Ellen: Oh, these accidents? Well we're seeing 'em nationwide. About 75 so far. I got Jo working on a cluster in California.
Dean: Blood relatives?
Ellen: Some yeah, some no. She's got about what you three do, pile of bodies and a whole bunch of gold thread.
Dean: So what's it mean?
Ellen: I don't know.
Dean: Bobby working any less hard?
Ellen: No not really.
Dean: Yeah, well. All right, so, all these corpses, anything relate 'em?
Ellen: Well, actually, I did dig up one thing. I just don't know what to make of it.
Dean: Hit me.
Ellen: Well, it's a weird one, and it was buried pretty deep, but Bobby and me were combing through the family trees on all the victims, and we started seeing, well, the families all came over to America the same year.
Dean: Hmm.
Ellen: Yeah. 1912. But here's the real weird part. They all came over on the same boat.
Dean: Really?
Ellen: Yep.
Dean: All right, so what's so special about the boat?
Ellen: Nothing. It was a boat. It did what boats do.
Dean: What was it called?
Ellen: The Titanic. Did you ever hear of it?
Dean: No.
Ellen: Yeah, me neither. I'll keep digging.
Dean: Thanks.
He hung up, then turned to Sam and Bela.
Dean: Does the name Titanic ring a bell?
Sam: Titanic? No. I'll look it up though.
Bela stood and walked over to Dean. She sat down in the chair next to Sam, Dean stood behind her and had his hands on her shoulders and watched.
Sam:The RMS Titanic was the largest passenger steamship in the world when it made its maiden voyage across the North Atlantic in 1912.
Dean: So what's the big friggin' deal? It's a ship. It sailed.
Sam: Yeah, I don't know. Um... Oh, looks like there was a close call. Ship almost hit an iceberg.
Bela: Almost? So?
Sam: So, uh, looks like the first mate spotted it just in time.
Dean: Good for him. There anything else?
Sam: Wait a second. There's a picture at the bottom, but take a look at the name listed as the first mate.
Dean: What?
Sam: Uh, this first mate. Mr I.P. Freeley.
Dean: Well, that's not suspicious.
Sam: Oh, you got to be kidding me.
Bela: What...Oh. That isn't good.
The photograph is of Balthazar.
Dean: Let's give him a little call huh?
20 minutes later.
Bela summons the Angel. The lights flicker and the three hunters look around. Balthazar then appears in front of them.
Balthazar: Boys, and Miss Talbot. What can I do for you?
Dean: We need to talk.
Balthazar: Oh, you seem upset, Dean.
Dean: What the hell is with the boat, Balthazar?
Balthazar: What boat?
Bela: The bloody Titanic. What did you do?
Balthazar: Oh, that boat. Yes, well...it was meant to sink, and I saved it.
Sam: What?
Balthazar: Well it was meant to bash into this iceberg thing and plunge into the briny deep with all this hoopla, and I saved it. Anything else I can answer for you?
Dean: Why did you un-sink the ship?
Balthazar: Oh, because I hated the movie.
Dean: What movie?
Balthazar: Exactly.
Sam: Okay, I didn't think that was possible. I thought you couldn't change history.
Balthazar: Oh, haven't you noticed? There's no more rules.
Sam: Wow. The nerve on you. So you just, what, un-sunk a giant boat?
Balthazar: Oh come on. I saved people. I thought you loved that kind of thing.
Bela: Yes, except they are now dying at an alarming rate.
Balthazar: So? Still plenty of people who aren't. And you still averted the Apocalypse, and there are still Archangels. It's just the small details that are different, like you don't drive an Impala.
Sam: Huh?
Balthazar: Yes, yes. "What's an Impala?" Trust me, it's not important. And, of course, Ellen and Jo are alive. Your girlfriend here (he smiled at Bela) kept hunting after her hunter friend and trainer was killed by Lilith and never became a thief...leaving you two to meet up on your path to get out of your deals and stop Lilith. But it's okay, because we all still ended up here.
Dean: Ellen and Jo? And Bela...what?
Balthazar: Yes, Ellen and Jo are supposed to be dead. You see, I save a boat, one thing leads to another, which leads to another thousand things, and yada, yada, yada. To cut a long story short, they don't die in a massive explosion. Bela decides that she's gonna get revenge on the demon whore, and so on. So let's all agree I did a great thing and saved a bunch of people you care about.
Dean looked at Bela...that couldn't be right. I mean, they'd been hunting together for a couple of years now, ever since they came back from Hell together. Been 'together' since right before Sam died stopping Lucifer. Could that all be because of Balthazar?
Sam: But now somebody is killing the descendants of the survivors.
Balthazar: And?
Sam: And that's maybe like 50,000 people.
Dean: And we need to save as many as we can, but we need to know who's after 'em.
Balthazar: You have me confused with the other angel. I... don't care. Goodbye.
Balthazar vanishes.
Dean: Son of a bitch.
An hour later, Bobby called them back and told them it was Fate, as in Greek mythology. One of the "Fates" actually.
Bobby: You gotta have that Angel re-sink the boat, I'm guessing that's the only way to fix the mess.
Dean looked over to Bela, who was asleep on the bed.
Dean: Um...we can't do that. That's killing a lot of people.
Bobby: Big difference between dying and never being born, Dean.
Dean: We are not sinking the boat, Bobby. Okay? Don't even think about it.
Bobby: Well, okay. What's got your panties in a clinch?
Dean: Nothing.
Bobby: Try that again?
Dean: Okay fine...Apparently, a crapload of dominoes get tipped over if the Titanic goes down. And, uh, bottom line, Ellen and Jo die and Bela isn't...well isn't the Bela that I'm with now. Or we're not, God I dunno but it's gonna be different.
Bobby: Okay, you two. Listen up. You make sure... Keep those angels from sinking that boat. Do you understand me?
Dean: Gotcha.
Sam: Yeah, Bobby, of course.
Bobby hangs up, then Dean does as well.
Sam: So, what do we do? I mean, how do we save 50,000 people?
Dean: I got no freaking clue.
Sam: Yeah. We don't even know who they are.
Dean: Well, we know one. Except he made it clear I was to stay away.
End Chapter.
