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Dean was still for a minute before his fighting instincts kicked in. He lashed out with his fist, successfully clocking the strange, demon guy across the jaw but the impact didn't seem to affect him. Dean tried to kick out, hoping he could make the guy stumble and loosen his grip but it didn't work out that way – it only resulted in Dean getting pushed back against the wall even harder making his head bleed and for his eyes to turn blurry.
"Now Dean-o, that wasn't a very nice greeting for a family friend was it?" The guy cackled, his yellow eyes gleaming with what Dean could only guess as pure, malice evil.
"What are you?" Dean ground out through gritted teeth, trying not to let his fear show through the cracks.
"I'm insulted Dean; don't you recognise me?" He asked in faux shock, "I had the pleasure of watching your mother burn like barbeque" He told him, smiling at the idea. At those words Dean felt the fire racing through his veins. So this was the bastard that killed his mom. This... thing, was the reason why his life was so screwed beyond belief – and he was standing less than a foot away from him, within killing distance.
"YOU" Dean growled, his anger fuelling his escape, successfully making him squirm away from the demon's tight embrace, his desperate fingers searching for the gun that... wasn't in the waistband of his jeans like usual. For a split second Dean panicked! Where was his trusty gun? But that fear was abolished just moments later when he heard that son of a bitch's gleeful cackling. He was laughing at him? He had the nerve to laugh AT HIM? He killed his mom IN COLD BLOOD and he was LAUGHING ABOUT IT?! An animalistic growl ripped its way through Dean's throat and as quickly as a spitfire he had whipped his knife from his pocket and dug it deep inside the demon's chest, his own red hot anger too pure to care about the vessel or the fact a single, plain knife wouldn't even leave a mark.
The demon tutted, grabbing Dean by the throat as he pulled the blade from his chest, not even wincing.
"That wasn't very smart Dean – I just came to talk" He replied but a sinister smirk danced across his lips, "Heh, who am I kidding I came to ruffle you up a little bit – momma's boy" he said and Dean had never felt this angry in a long time. Not when Sam left to go to college, not when Jade got pregnant, not when his dad blamed him for messing up hunts – none of it compared to this.
"I'm going to kill you" Dean threatened, but was cut off as a scream tore its way through his throat. That son of a bitch had swung the knife downwards, cutting through all the tissue, muscle and flesh in his left shoulder. Dean felt the blood flowing downwards, he even felt how his movements were a bit more sluggish than they normally were but you don't show that to your enemies, never.
"I'm sorry – what were you saying?" He questioned mockingly, tilting his head to one side. When Dean didn't answer the demon just smiled, making his yellow eyes gleam even brighter. He dug his thumb into Dean's wound and he started breathing heavily, trying not to scream out in pain. Sweat was building up on his forehead and his hands were shaking ever so slightly.
"Well, you're harder to break than I thought" He hmmm'd, thinking hard, "But I do hope that's not true because you're my back up Dean – if daddy doesn't live up to the mark then it's your go to have a little twirl downstairs" He smiled, releasing Dean and pushing him to the ground painfully.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean growled, mentally searching himself for any other weapons that could be used to destroy, or at least hurt, this demon bastard.
"I'm talking about hell Dean" And at that Dean felt like his whole body was beginning to shut down. Hell? Was he destined to go to hell? Even after all the good he and his family had done? The demon must've seen the expression on his face because he smirked, spreading his arms wide.
"Awwww, is poor little righteous man number two scared of a little bitty hell fire" He laughed, taking a few steps backwards. "Yes Dean, lucky you – you may be going on a trip downstairs and you know what's even better? It will begin with the end of the world" And Dean was shaking, his whole body shaking. Hell? Righteous? Apocalypse? Death? He couldn't think clearly.
"I-I don't –"He stuttered, not processing much. Then, out of nowhere it struck him like lightning. He was listening to the demon that had killed his mom; he was actually listening to him like he wasn't talking BS, like he actually cared what he had to say. He turned his hard angry eyes towards the demon, pulling himself from the ground in hope to charge him but the demon waved his arm and he was stuck. Like actually stuck - Pinned against the hard stone wall, almost like he was paralysed.
"I used this same trick on your mother" And dean spat at him, quaking with so much anger it was unreal. He was so mad. So angry. He felt like, even if he had to anything, he would kill this thing. He even felt like he would put his life on the line just to make sure he died painfully.
"Don't bother moving Dean, it won't work" He warned but Dean flipped him off, "Now what was I saying? Oh yes, apocalypse, pain, hell blah blah blah – but what I really wanted to talk about was our dear little Sammy boy" He leered and Dean let out a whoosh of air. No, no, no – not Sam, Sam escaped, Sam is happy, nothing was going to happen to Sam, not if Dean could help it.
"Don't you touch him" Dean growled, resuming to trying to escape so he could kill this THING that was threatening his little brother – nothing was going to hurt Sam.
"You're a little late Dean – the deed is done, I got to your brother before he could even talk and you know what's even better? You can do nothing, absolutely nothing, to protect him and I think that's the best torture of all" And with that he waved his arm again and Dean fell in a heap on the concrete below.
"Now, until the time is right I want you to make sure those twins of yours don't stray into anymore trouble – especially Jade, she's so far off the beaten track I need binoculars to see her" And Dean pushed himself up, feeling his heart racing in his chest. So the only two people in the world that mattered the most to him, excluding his dad, were in serious danger and Dean knew, he just knew, he would do anything to protect them.
"Yes Dean Jade too, not just Sammy boy, now... Jade isn't my main priority at the moment, she's of a... a different bloodline you could say, she has nothing to do with me, she belongs to the angels but..." Dean cut him off, his head swimming.
"Angels? What are you on?" He said snarky, far too worried about his siblings to think about anything else.
"Yes angels, you know Michael, Gabriel, Raphael – all those cocky, arrogant, feather assed idiots upstairs" He nodded upwards, "What didn't daddy take you to Sunday school?" He asked sarcastically before laughing at his own joke.
"Now, can we please get back to the main subject here? Time's a ticking" But he didn't wait for Dean to say anything before he lapsed into drowning on again.
"I want you to protect them both – they're important pawns in a really big game of chess, bigger than you and I Dean" He told him and just then a middle aged guy suddenly appeared, like he teleported right there and Dean felt his mouth gaping open. He was so confused, so scared, so mad and so downright in pain his head was swimming. The mysterious guy had greying hair, a large nose, crystal blue eyes and looked to be about fifty something. He looked kind and Dean got the impression that this, guy, thing, whatever had a family – or at least the vessel did.
"Castiel, what do I owe the pleasure?" The demon asked, smiling cockily.
"You aren't to be here; you must leave at once or risk imminent death" The new guy stated and the demon laughed.
"Oh I see, big brother sent you to do his dirty work, I see how it is" He told this, Castiel, in a hard voice, turning his head towards the sky. "What? Am I not important enough to see the oh so powerful one? Well... you just remember that I'm the one that made all this possible, just remember that" He shouted, turning towards Castiel.
"You can deal with him... just make sure you don't remove the instinct of protection, I need those two alive" And then just like that he was gone and Dean was left feeling hollow and very, very confused. He turned his bleary eyes to this Castiel dude, not sure if he was a friend or foe.
"I'm sorry Dean but you cannot remember this exchange – it would be disastrous" And when Dean opened his eyes again he was alone in the middle of an alleyway, bleeding, sore, shaking and feeling like he had forgotten something so incredibly important.
"Ow, what the hell" He cursed, looking down at his shoulder. It was bleeding badly and Dean had no idea how it got that way. All he could remember was coming out of the bar and then... nothing. It was like a slate was wiped clean. Dean mumbled another curse and pulled himself up, looking around warily. It was possible that he just had a bit too much to drink but Dean just had a feeling that... it was something else, something much darker and more sinister.
He rubbed his shoulder as his thoughts drifted to Sam and Jade. He needed to protect them from the threats out there, they were only just beginning their life and all the bad things in the world was wanting them. Dean shook his head – all the bad things? Where did that come from? Shaking away all the confusion he stumbled back to the motel room, hoping that Jade was still there so she could patch him up.
When he almost fell through the door Jade looked up from cleaning her weapons and her eyes went wide.
"Oh for the love of god" She cursed, standing up quickly, "What the hell happened to you?" She questioned steadying him and leading him to sit on one of the beds.
"I have no idea" He replied honestly, holding his shoulder tightly so the pain remained at bearable levels.
"You don't know how you got stabbed in the shoulder with a five inch blade?" She questioned in disbelief, using her hand to stop the bleeding. Dean shook his head as Jade began to look even more worried than before.
"Okay, keep pressure on the wound and lemme grab the first aid kit" She instructed, brushing past Dean to grab the kit that was in their dad's duffel bad. She returned just a few seconds later holding the kit along with a large bottle of the strongest whiskey. Wordlessly, she handed him the bottle and Dean took a large gulp, screwing up his face slightly as it burned his whole mouth and throat. Jade kneeled in front of him and began cutting away his shirt so he wouldn't have to move his shoulder. She threw away the bloody shirt and began inspecting the wound.
"Ow" She muttered, "that must hurt like a bitch" she said, and Dean gave her the 'duh' look.
"Obviously" He muttered sarcastically and she slapped him over the head before wordlessly grabbing the bottle from his hands and quickly poring some over the wound, making Dean gasp in pain.
"Oh for the love of..." He cursed, biting his tongue. Jade looked up at him in sympathy.
"Yeah, sorry, but we kinda need to get this done quick before it gets worse so you better buckle up" She warned and Dean grabbed the bottle again as he felt the first stitch go in. It took about fifteen minutes to do, Dean guessed, though he was kind of incoherent. He downed like half the bottle, and was feeling... high... and very... happy.
"Okay, all done" He heard his sister mutter and peeled his eyes open to see her wiping her bloody hands on a cloth. Oh, that's my blood Dean though with a chuckle, trying to get everything to come into focus. He looked at his wound and saw it all stitched up and felt overwhelmed with gratitude.
"Thank you, you're... you're the bessssssst" He murmured and heard jade give a small laugh.
"I think you've had enough" She chuckled, taking away the bottle from his hands easily.
"Nuh, no, I mean it... I love you and Sammy sooooooooooo much, okay little sister?" He slurred.
"Yeah, yeah" Jade said though Dean could see she was smiling, "Go to sleep Dean, you'll feel better in the morning" She soothed, gently pushing him down – and just like that he was out like a light, though he did have a weird dream about fluffy white angels drinking red bull because it gives them wings, and strangely enough, one was named... Castiel. But Dean forgot that dream the moment he woke up.
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Castiel didn't know why he was instructed to send the demon away. He had no idea why saving one human was so important to his family but he did as he was told because he was a good soldier and was surely only following what his father wanted him to do.
So he got control of this, vessel, some faithful man called Tom Novak so he could do his bidding. And once it was done he returned to heaven but he still watched, he watched this man return to his room and he watched as some girl with long brown hair mended his wounds with careful fingers, and he watched, amazed, as she tended to him, even after he was asleep.
"Come brother" He heard the voice of his older brother, Uriel, murmur and knew it was time to stop watching the humans. They didn't mean anything and Castiel was sure he would never see them again.
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