Season 6 Episode 3: The Third Man. 50th chapter!
Ally POV
Dean called me a few weekends ago, saying that Sam was alive, out of the pit. I was angry, he said that Sam has been out of the cage practically the whole year. Now Dean was with Lisa and Ben, moving into a new house after the incident with the djinns.
Dean also told me about the case he went on with Sam lately. Apparently there were baby shifters being kidnapped and they had to take care of a baby for a few days. But in the end the King Shifter took the baby.
But now, Sam and Dean want me to help on a case. I was happy to be back in the field again. I quit my job and dropped the boys off at Bobby's before Dean picked me up and we went to Pennsylvania.
I'm mad at Sam. He's been alive this whole time and what has he been doing? Hunting. He's lucky if I don't punch him when I see him
Dean was talking to Ben when we met up with Sam.
"Ben... I know you're lying... Because I lie professionally, that's how... Now tell your mom you broke the damn thing and take it like a man... Okay? Okay."
"Wow." Sam commented when Dean hung up.
"What?"
"You, molding the minds of tomorrow. Who knew?" Sam said.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Dean said before grabbing the folder from Sam's hands.
"How'd it go?" Sam asked.
"With?"
"You and Lisa. How'd she take it when you bailed?" Sam questioned.
"Shockingly cool, actually." Dean answered.
"Better for everybody." Sam replied.
"Yeah, I suppose." Dean said before looking at Sam's car, "Still driving the plastic piece of crap, huh?"
"What's your mileage again?"
"Shut up."
"Officer Gerald Hatch, 17-year vetran, found dead in the ready room three days ago." Sam said as we walked to the morgue.
"Whoa. Somebody was over-hydrated." Dean commented.
"Basically, yeah. The guy just... liquified. Most of the meat, bones, dense tissue," We showed the guards our badges as Sam talked, "They just turned to blood."
"Okay, I don't get it." I said.
"Nobody gets it."
"No. I mean, I get that. I'm saying, if the guy was a mop job then what are we doing in the morgue?" I asked.
"Yeah, what's left of him to look at?" Dean asked.
"Not here to look at him." Sam replied before opening one of the body holders.
"Ew." I said when Sam lowered the sheet.
The man was red and had boils all over his body.
"Officer Toby Gray. They just brought him in. Found him dead in his patrol car, sitting at a speed trap on the outside of town." Sam said.
"Extreme allergic reaction." Dean stated, looking at the officer's file.
"Yeah. Boils. Covered from head to toe." Sam replied.
"Yeah, on the inside, too. It says his airways are chock full of them. This lookin' a little witchy to you?" Dean asked, looking at me.
"That was my first instinct, but I found zero signs of hex work anywhere." Sam answered for me. "Far as I can tell, witchcraft was not involved."
"There's got to be some sort of link between skid mark and bubble wrap here." Dean said.
"No question."
"All right, well, can I get a witness?" Dean asked.
"Yep. Uh... Officer Ed Colfax. Saw Hatch go from a solid to a liquid." Sam answered.
"Another cop?" I asked.
"Hatch's partner."
We drove towards Ed's house. Sam drove in his Chevy Charger and Dean and I were in the impala. Right when we were near Ed's house, Dean cut off Sam.
"God, you are such a child." I laughed and he smirked.
"Were you, uh... were you racing me?" Sam asked when we got out of the car.
"No." Dean replied, "I was kicking your ass."
"Very mature."
Dean knocked on the front door, "Hello? Officer Colfax?"
The door opened and a sick looking man in a uniform answered, "Lookin' sharp, Kojak."
"Who the hell are you?" Colfax asked.
"We're the FED, Ed." Sam answered and we showed him our badges, "We're here to ask you a few follow-up questions about your partner's death."
"Don't worry about it. It's nobody's business." Ed replied.
"Officer Colfax-"
"Don't worry about it!" He yelled, shutting the door in our faces.
Rude."
Sam sighed before kicking the door in, "Dude!"
We followed Sam into the house. I looked at the pictures, all of the faces were scratched out.
"Officer Colfax?"
"Hey, man. you alright?" Dean asked.
Ed was at a desk, carving out his own face.
"Don't worry about it." Ed said.
"Right. Look, Officer Colfax- Ed. Umm... We think that your partner died of unnatural causes." Dean said and Ed scratched the top of his hat, "Did he have any enemies that you know of?"
Ed groaned, "You might say that."
"Oh, yeah? Who's that?" Sam questioned.
"They both had it coming, too." Ed said, pouring himself a drink, "Me too. I'll be the next to go, and then it'll be over. And God will be satisfied."
"Why does God want you all dead?" I asked.
"'Cause of Christopher Birch." He answered before he knocked over the bottle and he watched as the contents spilled to the floor, "Oh, damn it."
"Who's Christopher Birch?" Sam asked.
"He has no face."
"Ed?"
"Officer, you all right?" Dean questioned.
Ed picked up the bottle, "Who is Christopher Birch, Ed? Ed!"
"Christopher Birch is the kid with no face... and a planted gun." Ed answered before a steam of blood ran down his face.
"Uh, you, uh, got a little something..." Dean said, pointing to where the blood was.
Ed touched it and looked at his fingers, "Damn. My head's been itching like a dirty jock." He said before he fell onto the desk.
"Ed?" I asked before walking over to him and checking for a pulse, "He's dead."
Then I heard a buzzing noise, "You hear that?" Dean asked.
It sounded like it came from Ed's hat. I grabbed his hat and took it off. I dropped it and backed away. There was a hole in his head, and grasshoppers were climbing out of it.
"Sweet. Blood, boils, locusts." Dean said.
We went to Sam's hotel room after we left Ed's house and started doing research.
"Three of your more popular Egyptian plagues." I said.
"Yeah, but these guys," Dean said, picking up the jar of grasshoppers we got from Ed's head, "Ate their way out of a cop's melon. I don't quite remember that in the King James."
"Meanwhile, a kid name Christopher Birch was shot in the head last month after a vehicle pursuit. Hatch, Gray, and Colfax were the officers involved, and they all filed the same exact police report." Sam said.
"Suspect exited vehicle brandishing a firearm. We were forced to fire. Just a kid with no face and a planted gun." Dean read off the report. "Bunch of dicks. So they pop the kid, plant the piece."
"Maybe Colfax was right. You know, maybe Heaven has a hate-on for bad cops." Sam replied.
"So we're listening to the guy with bugs in his custard? That's the, uh, the theory you want to go with?" Dean asked as he grabbed a beer.
"Dean, the angels got to have something to do, right, now that we're Post-Apocalypse?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah, maybe. We should call Cas." Dean said, taking a sip of beer.
Sam scoffed, "You're kidding, right? Dean, I tried. It was the first and second and third thing I did, soon as I got topside. Son of a bitch won't answer the phone."
"Well, let's give it a shot. Ally, care to do the honors?" Dean asked, looking at me.
"Why me?" I questioned.
"Just do it."
I sighed and closed my eyes, "Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here."
"Your an idiot." Sam said to Dean.
"Stay positive."
"Oh, I am positive."
"Come on, Cas. We got ourselves a... plaque-like situation down here. Do you copy?" I asked.
"You're a dork." Dean said to me.
"Shut up." I replied.
After a few moments, Sam spoke, "Like I said, the son of a bitch doesn't answer- he's right behind me, isn't he?"
"Hello." Cas said.
Sam looked at us and Dean shrugged.
"Hello?"
"Yes." Cas replied.
"Hello." Sam said, imitating Cas, "Hello?"
"Uh, that is still the term?" Cas asked.
"I spent all that time trying to get through to you. Ally calls once, and now it's hello?" Sam questioned.
"Yes." Cas replied, walking around.
"So, what, you like her better or something?" Sam asked.
Cas turned to Sam, "Ally and I do share a more profound bond."
"What's a profound bond?" I asked.
"I wasn't gonna mention it." Cas said.
Dean stood up from the bed. "Cas, I think what he's trying to say is that... he went to hell for us. I mean, he really took one for the team. You remember that? And then he comes back without a clue, and you can't take five friggin' minutes to give him some answers?"
"If I had any answers, I might have responded. But I don't know, Sam. We have no idea who brought you back from the cage... or why." Cas answered.
"So... it wasn't God?"
"No one's even seen God. The whole thing remains mysterious." Cas replied.
"What the hell does that mean?" Sam asked.
"What part of 'I don't know' escapes your understanding?" Cas said.
I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my smile.
"Cas, look, if Sam calls, you answer. Okay? You wing your ass down here, and you tell him, 'I don't know'. Just because you have some sort of bond or whatever with Ally..." Dean started.
"You think I came because Ally called? I came because of this." Cas said, gesturing to the table with the research on it about the plaque.
"Oh, well, it's nice to know what matters." Dean replied.
"It does help one to focus."
"Wait, so you and the halo patrol, you guys aren't the cause of these killings?" Sam asked.
"No." Cas answered. "But they were committed with one of our weapons. There's only one thing that could have brought this into existence. You call it the Staff of Moses."
"The staff?"
"It was used in a dominance display against the Egyptians, as I recall." Cas said, picking up the jar of grasshoppers.
Dean scoffed, "Yeah. That one made the papers."
"But I thought the staff turned, like, a river into blood not one dude." Sam said.
"The weapon isn't being used at full capacity." Cas said before looking at us, "I think we can rule Moses out as a suspect."
"Okay, but... what is Chuck Heston's disco stick doing down here, anyways? I mean, don't you guys put away your toys?" Dean questioned.
"Before the Apocalypse, Heaven may have been corrupt, but it was stable. The staff was safely contained." He sighed, "It's been chaos up there since the war ended. In that confusion, a number of... powerful weapons were... stolen."
"Wait, you're saying your nukes are loose?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid so. But you've stumbled onto one of them. We must find the weapon that did this. I need your help." Cas said.
"That's rich. Really." Sam scoffed.
Cas threw the jar at Sam, "Sam, Dean, Ally, my 'people skills' are 'rusty'." Cas said, using hand gestures. "Pardon me, but I have spent the last 'year' as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent. But believe me, you do not want that weapon down here. Help me find it. Or more people will die."
"All right, okay. Well, if the angels didn't pull the trigger, then that brings us back to motive." Dean said.
"What?" Cas asked.
"Back to the case." I told him. "We only got three dead cops. Only thing linking them is Christopher Birch."
Sam grabbed a newspaper clipping, "Father of slain suspect calls for investigation."
"Shall we pay Mr. Birch a visit?" Dean asked.
Cas wrapped his arms around Sam and Dean's and I held onto his coat.
"Whoa, Cas, a little warning next time." Dean said when we appeared in a home.
"How'd you get in here?!" A man asked, standing u from his couch.
"Mr. Birch, settle down." Sam said, getting out his badge, "Federal Agents."
"But you can't just walk in here!"
"Quite a collection you've got there, huh?" Sam asked, looking at the newspaper clippings on the coffee table.
"What are you trying to-"
"Look, we know the truth, all right? Chris didn't have a gun on him when those cops shot him. They set him up." Sam said.
"Yeah. They're all getting theirs." Mr. Birch replied.
"And who's giving it to them, Daryl?"
When he didn't answer, Dean spoke, "Daryl? Did you kill Toby Gray and the others?"
"Me?! I didn't kill anyone! Look at how they died!" Mr. Birch exclaimed.
"You smote them with the Staff of Moses." Cas stated.
"The hell kind of Fed are you?" He asked Cas.
"We don't have time for this." Cas said before walking to Mr. Birch, "Where is it?"
"Leave my dad alone!" A boy yelled from behind us, he was pointing a gun-shaped stick at us.
"Is that...?"
"Yes." Cas answered.
"Shouldn't it be bigger?" I asked.
"Yes. It's been sawed off." Cas replied.
"Leave him alone! It wasn't him!" The boy exclaimed.
"Aaron, get out of here!" Mr. Birch said before Cas put two fingers to his forehead and he passed out, falling onto the couch.
"What did you do to him?" Aaron asked.
"It's alright. He's just sleeping." I answered.
Cas then appeared behind him and took the stick, "Cas, take it easy. Listen, we're not here to hurt you, okay?" I said, walking up to the boy, "But we need to know... where did you get this thing?"
"Please don't kill my dad." He begged. "It was me. I did it."
"Nobody's killing anybody. Aaron, where did you get this?" I asked.
"You won't belive me."
"Try me." I replied.
"It was an angel." Aaron replied.
"An angel?" Dean questioned.
"Those liars, they killed my brother, and nothing bad happened to them. It's not fair. So I prayed to God every night that he would punish them. God didn't answer. But he did." Aaron said.
"His name- did he give you a name?" Cas asked.
Aaron shook his head, "No. He just said I could have justice, but I was gonna have to take it myself. He... he gave me the stick."
"He just... gave it to you?" Dean asked.
Aaron nodded unconvincingly.
"Oh, come on. He didn't just give it to you, did he, Aaron? Aaron?" Dean questioned.
"I bought it."
"You bought it?" Sam chuckled. "With what? What's your allowance?"
"What did the angel want for it?" I asked, "What did you give him for it?"
"My soul." Aaron answered.
"You sold your soul to an angel?" Sam questioned.
"Can that even happen?"
"It's never happened before." Cas answered. "An angel's buying souls. That could explain why he cut the staff into pieces."
"Why?"
"More pieces, more product." Cas replied.
"More product? Who is this guy?" Dean asked.
"We'll find him." Cas said before putting a hand to Aaron's forehead and picking him up.
"What's you do that for?" I asked.
"Portability." Cas answered before we reappeared into the motel room and he put the kid onto the bed.
"Cas, you realize you just kidnapped a kid?" Dean asked.
"If the angel we seek truly bought this boy's soul, when a claim is laid on a living soul, it leaves a mark, a brand." Cas said.
"What, like a shirt tag at camp?" Sam asked.
"I have no idea." Cas said, "But I can read the mark and find the name of the angel that bought the soul."
"How?" I asked.
"Well, painfully for him. The reading will be excruciating." Cas replied, rolling u his sleeves.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on."
"Dean."
"He's a kid, Cas." I said and Dean and I turned to Sam for help.
"Any permanent damage?" Sam asked.
"What?!" Dean said.
"Physically, minimal." Cas answered.
"Oh, well, yeah, then by all means, stick your arm right in there." Dean said.
"Dean, Ally. If I get the name, I can work a ritual to track down the angel." Cas replied.
"And I'm all for that. But come on. There's got to be another way." Dean said.
"There is no other way."
"Your gonna torture a kid?" I asked.
"I can't care about that! I don't have the luxury."
Before Cas could touch the kid I left the room, not wanting to hear Aaron scream. I sat outside the room, covering my ears until I heard a window breaking. I ran in and saw Sam and Dean. But no Cas. The three of us ran over to eth window that was broken, and I saw Cas and a man in a suit on a dented car. Sam's car.
"What happened?" I asked as Cas looked up at us.
"Some angel came in and attacked Cas after figuring out the name of the angel that took the kid's soul." Dean answered.
"What's the angel's name?"
"Balthazar."
"My car." Sam said.
"Okay. Silver lining." Dean replied and Sam gave him an angry look.
"He's gone." Cas said, appearing behind us.
"Cas, who was that guy?" Sam asked.
"A soldier of Raphael. He must have followed me when I answered your call." Cas answered, looking through the cupboards.
"Raphael? The Archangel?" Sam questioned. "I'm sorry. What's going on here?"
"I can explain later. Right now we have to-"
"Not later. Now." Dean said, stopping Cas, "Stop, all right? Too many angels, Cas! I don't know who's on first, what's on second."
"What is second?!" Cas asked.
"Don't start that."
"It is simple. Raphael and his followers, they want him to rule Heaven. I, and many others, the last thing we want is to let him take over. It would be catastrophic." Cas said.
"You're talking civil war." Sam replied.
"Technically, yes. Which is why we have to find Balthazar and his weapons before Raphael does." Cas went over to a bed and took out a duffel bag from under it, Whoever has the weapons, wins the war."
"Help yourself."
"And what happens if Raphael wins?" I asked. "What does he want?"
"What he always wanted, to end the story the way it was written." Cas answered.
"You mean the Apocalypse, the one that we derailed?"
"Yes. That one. Raphael wants to put it back on the rails." Cas said, turning to us.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"I need myrrh." Cas said.
"Myrrh?" I questioned.
He was gone.
"Friggin' angels." Dean commented.
Cas appeared behind us and drew a circle on the wall, "Why does Raphael want to bring back all this crap?"
"He's a traditionalist." Cas answered.
"Cas, why didn't you just tell us this?" I asked.
"I was ashamed. I expected more from my brothers." He looked at me. "I'm sorry. Now I need your blood."
He grabbed my hand and cut my palm.
"Hey! Why can't you just use your own?" Dean asked.
"It wouldn't work. I'm not human." He answered before letting me go and I healed it.
"Zamran Ils Soba Vpahh Zixlai Grosb." Cas said.
We were silent until we heard sirens outside, "Uh, Cas, how long does this spell take?"
Cas was silent and watched the smoke raise from the bowl, "Got him. Let's go."
"What about him?" Dean asked, looking at Aaron.
"Don't you think the police will take him home?" Cas asked before we appeared in someone's back yard.
"Huh. I was expecting more Dr. No, less Liberace." Dean said before we started walking towards the mansion.
Cas went to go find Balthazar while the three of us put down holy oil and hid. Then, all of the sudden, there was thunder and lightning outside. Sam and Dean went to go deal with the angels and told me to stay here. I saw Cas get punched down the stairs by another angel, Raphael probably, and Balthazar stopped me before I could help.
"Hey!" Balthazar yelled and Raphael turned to face him, "Look at my junk."
He held up a white stone and it glowed, "No."
Raphael turned to what looked like salt and he crumbled.
"Sam thing happened to Lot's wife. Iodize the poor sucker, and your kitchen is stocked for life." Balthazar laughed.
"You came back." Cas said.
"Well, now Raphael will have to go shopping for a new vessel. Should give me a nice long head start on him. Until next time." Balthazar replied.
"Next time." Cas said.
"No time like the present." Dean said from next to me and threw his lighter to the floor, catching the oil on fire.
"Holy fire! You hairless ape! Release me!"
"First you're taking your marker off of Aaron Birch's soul!" Dean yelled.
"Am I?!" Balthazar questioned.
"Sam?!"
"Unless you like your wings extra crispy, I'd think about it." Sam said, walking over with more holy oil.
"Castiel, I stood for you in Heaven. Are you gonna let-" Balthazar began.
"I believe the hairless ape has the floor." Cas interrupted, looking over at Dean.
He laughed, "Very well." He put his hands in front of his face before sighing and bringing them down, "The boy's debt is cleared. His soul is his own."
"Why you buying up human souls, anyway?" I asked.
"In this economy? It's probably the only thing worth buying. Do you have any idea what souls are worth? What power they hold? Now... release me." Balthazar demanded.
"Suck it, ass clown. Nobody said anything-" Dean started before Cas released Balthazar.
"Cas, what the hell?" Dean asked angrily.
"My debt to you is cleared." Cas told the angel, ignoring Dean.
"Fair enough." Balthazar said before disappearing.
"Cas, are you out of your mind?!" Dean asked before Cas disappeared, too.
"Cas?" I asked.
"Oh, friggin' angels! Come on!" Dean yelled.
I know it wasn't that exciting. But Ally did see Sam again. And Cas. Sorry if she didn't react the way you wanted to.
