The whistling out of the warehouse grew closer and Dean felt a shiver go up his spine. It wasn't the first time he had heard whistling in combat. The honor for that went to Benny. Dean remembered the first time he and Benny had been in a fight after they teamed up in Purgatory. They were ambushed by a group of vampires and Benny had just started whistling 'Hall of the Mountain King' as if he washing dishes or doing laundry, not fighting for his life. In retrospect fighting for your life in Purgatory was almost as mundane as doing household chores. Dean had been so startled by it the first time. It had seemed so out of place but after a time it was almost a comfort. When Benny whistled he was telling both Dean and the enemy that they were nothing, not a threat, not something that even registered to him. It soon became a part of their daily life, something Dean hardly noticed anymore. Dean never commented on it and while at times he wondered he never asked if Benny did it because he genuinely didn't see anything that Purgatory threw at them as a threat of if he wanted everything around them to think that.
Dean knew Benny had his back, but it wasn't necessarily Dean trusting him. They both had the same goal. Benny needed Dean to get home and Dean needed him to find Cas. After they found Cas and he joined the merry little band, Cas had asked Benny to stop. Benny had just chuckled and commented 'You'd like that wouldn't you?' before continuing to do so. By that point Dean had actually come to trust Benny outside of more than them just using each other. The moment Dean realized Benny had actually became a friend was when Benny had saved Cas, a person who he said was the one bringing trouble down on them.
For a moment Dean forgot where he was. The inside of the warehouse fell away to the forests of Purgatory. Mary and Sam vanished from Dean's mind and instead it was Benny and Cas standing with their backs against his. It wasn't some mysterious demon that was coming after them but rather a pack of leviathan. Dean's gun was replace with the Purgatory blade and he was back to relying on instinct.
But the song wasn't right, the tune wasn't familiar and just as soon as the illusion came on it was dispersed. It wasn't his friend whistling, this time it was an enemy. This was someone saying that he knew they were there and he didn't' find them as a threat. This was someone his mother was concerned about. That was why she came and got them after all. He could kill them all easily and Dean hated that he was making such a statement with just whistling. This was a Prince of Hell, the same exact class of demon as Azazel. Crowley had just told them this wasn't a fight he could win and as if to prove his point Cas was behind him, dying. It had taken them nearly twenty five years and a gun that could kill everything to take down the last Prince of Hell they faced, how the hell were they supposed to take down this new one so quickly? And it wasn't like he had the best back up in the world. He had a dying angel who couldn't move, his mother who had been out of the game for the better part of thirty years, and his little brother. They didn't have much in the form of special weapons, maybe some Holy Oil.
Dean glanced back to Cas, thinking about Purgatory. Cas had told him to abandon him there too. Had wanted Dean to prioritize saving himself. Dean wasn't willing too. He had spent the better part of a year hunting down Cas and he wasn't about to let the potential danger Cas could bring to them change that. Cas was family, and you don't leave family behind.
Turning back toward the sound Dean realized what it was like for the monsters to hear Benny whistle. It actually was starting to make him afraid, afraid of an enemy that knows they can overpower him with almost nothing. Dean looked to Sam, but he couldn't find any words to say. What would he tell them? All of a sudden the whistle seemed unbelievably loud and distracting. However looking at Sam's hard expression, Dean found himself relax.
He wasn't in Purgatory. He wasn't with Benny and Cas. He was with Sam, Mary, and Cas. Sam, a hardened hunter of many years who took down Lilith, Famine, and other big names through the years. Sam, who had been by Dean's side and been the best partner he could have asked for. Who helped him save the world a few times now. And their mother Mary, a woman who grew up hunting to the point hunting was almost as natural to her as breathing. And Cas, who despite being injured and killed kept coming back to keep fighting. Maybe there were a few similarities to Purgatory. Cas was once again telling him to leave, he had an enemy bearing down on him that was extremely powerful and he had people who he trusted with his life by his side. Dean never once gave an inch in Purgatory about anything and he wasn't about to do so here. It wasn't Cas and Benny who had his back, it was Mary and Sam.
Dean knew they would pull through this, just like they pulled through every day of Purgatory. There was no doubt in his mind that they could beat this guy, Prince of Hell or not. Just because he thought they weren't going to stand a chance didn't mean that they would go down. They had faced some tough bastards in the past, and each time Sam and Dean was the ones standing in the end. A Prince of Hell didn't stand a chance. And just like that fear, the whistling died down and vanished all together. It was time to get to work.
Sorry, I am just trying to get back into writing again. I haven't' done it in a while, busy with life you know. Sometimes things get in the way. I have been rewatching Supernatural though. It helped me through some tough times as a kid, and when my life near fell apart two months ago I said f it, and started watching it again. I hope you liked it. It's from Stuck in the Middle with you.