Okay guys, I have a major turning point in this story that I think will definitely be complicated and challenging. It's something I didn't originally plan into this fic, but everytime I procrastinated with school to write this fic it kept popping up in my brain. So I think I'm gonna go for it and hope it doesn't blow up in my face. I really hope you guys like it. The questions will begin in this new chapter, but it won't be revealed until later on. But guess what?!?!? We get some Cas in this chapter!! Let me know if you guys would like to see some slow burning Destiel. If not that's totally fine. I just wanted to put that out there.
Thank you so much for the reviews, they really keep me going!
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"Where is Drekavac." Val says through clenched teeth. Digging her knife in deeper the demon smiles. "Fine." Val rips the knife out and lets the demon fall to the floor. Val. She rolls her eyes at the demon and turns around. Bored out of her mind. Yes, Sam. Val walks outside into the cool night air. Come to Bobby's, Tray is here. Val frowns, Tray is supposed to be looking for Drekavac's right hand, not playing house with Dean. Coming. She responds and walks back inside. "It's your lucky day, Ramond." Val says picking him up by his shoulders.
"What? Is your master calling? Do you fetch too?" Ramon says, his red tinted teeth glowing in the lamp's light. "I do what he says. Sam is more forgiving, Drekavac on the other hand. He won't be so kind when he figures out what you told me." Val says, a smirk making its way onto her face. "But I didn't tell you anything!" Ramond yells, his eyes darting to the nearest exit. "He doesn't know that." Val says, backing away from him and to the door.
Summoning her strength she let's the dark abyss guide her to her desired location. Traveling as a demon was weird at first, but now that she had done it multiple times she was growing to love it. Hopefully Sam would be able to do the same soon. He needed all of his abilities to develop if he was going to take on Drekavac. But she was afraid that it would take a great amount of emotional breakthrough for Sam to fully develop. Val wasn't blind, she knew the only thing holding Sam back from gaining all his power was his family.
But it wasn't her place. Sam was her friend and leader, if he didn't want the power she would stand by him. The feel of gravel under her feet draws her out of her thoughts. Sam is standing on the porch with a grim look on his face. "What happened?" She asks, walking up the steps. "Drekavac paid Tray a visit." Sam says, turning and heading into the house. "I'm guessing they weren't having tea." Val says, once she walks inside and see's the body sprawled across the table.
"Does he need blood?" Val asks, getting a closer look at her friend. "I don't think so, but if he doesn't wake up soon he might." Sam says, looking around the house. "Go, I'll sit with him." Val says, sensing that Sam wants to find Bobby. He nods his thanks and is out the back door in seconds. Val walks over to the table and sits down at one of the pulled out chairs. The cuts aren't deep enough to permanently scar, but Drekavac definitely wanted to send a message. A message Tray would hopefully be able to remember.
Val sits back and runs her fingers through her hair. What would the message be? Drekavac surely wouldn't spoil his presence topside unless he wanted to draw Sam out. But why leave Tray alone for Sam to find? He could have camped out and waited for Sam to come. Something wasn't right. Drekavac had to have some sort of angle on this. He wouldn't go through all this trouble just to relay a message. He could have sent the message through the grapevine of demons.
Drekavac has the upper hand and that's never a good sign.
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The temperature drops abruptly when Bobby hears footsteps. Looking up from his devious task of sorting hubcaps, Sam comes into view. "You mind handing me that rag?" Bobby asks, pointing to the table to his far right. Sam nabs the rag and tosses it over. "Bobby…" Bobby rolls his eyes. "Look Sam. I get that the kid in there means something to ya, but you coulda at least given me a heads up before storming in and dropping him on the kitchen table." He can practically feel the angst coming in waves off of Sam.
"He's not a kid." Sam says hesitantly. Bobby wipes the smear of grease off the hubcap in his hands. "I figured as much." Bobby says, glancing up to look at him. He can't miss the look of shock on his face. "You haven't been topside long enough to make human friends, Sam. It was pretty obvious. Why do ya think the Impala is gone?" Bobby says, realizing how stressed Sam must be if he hadn't noticed that Dean was gone. Sam scratches the back of his neck and shakes his head.
"What do I do Bobby? There's no easy way of telling you and Dean everything. How am I supposed to keep him from storming off everytime I tell him something that happened in hell?" Sam huffs, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I don't think there is, son. Dean didn't have the same experience you did down there. He won't get it. Hell, I don't. But I've learned that after all the crap you boys have been through, you always find your way back to each other." Bobby looks back down at the hubcap in his hands.
He really needed to write some of this down. Sighing, he sets down the now clean hubcap and picks up the next one. "Thanks Bobby." Sam says, before turning and walking back towards the house. Who is kidding? He was barely processing everything himself. The demon that was in his kitchen right now has spent more time with Sam than he and Dean combined. That fact in itself infuriates him. Sam was his son, he couldn't stand the thought that Sam had known hell longer than he's known himself and Dean.
That is not something your average person deals with. If he were honest with himself he doesn't know how Sam has lasted this long without an outburst. But he's not stupid, he knows that there is a lot that Sam isn't telling them. And he's just gonna have to prepare himself for when Sam does come clean, about everything.
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Dean's grip is growing ever tighter on the steering wheel of Baby as he rockets down the road. Who knows where he'll end up. He sure as hell doesn't. He can't stand the fact that everything Sam has done ever since he got back has driven him close to the edge. He's probably hanging off the edge by a rope now. Right now it felt like Sam was more worried about his demon "family" than he was his own brother. A fresh wave of anger flowed its way through Deans veins as he drifted around the next bend in the road.
He didn't even notice the flutter of wings that announced the presence of his best friend. "Hello Dean." Castiel's voice broke through Dean's rage fueled thoughts and he almost swerved off the road. "Dammit Cas!" Dean shouts, as he straightens the Impala. "Where the hell have you been? Have you been deaf the last few days?" Dean scolds, glancing over at the angel. The look on his face becomes one of confusion, "I believe my hearing is still intact." Cas answers evenly. Dean rolls his eyes and loosens his grip on Baby, muttering a quiet apology.
"I have been in heaven, trying my best to sort out the war." Castiel says. "What are you doing? Shouldn't you be with your brother?" Cas asks, their eyes locking for a split second. Dean scoffs and turns back to the road. "He doesn't need me, he has Val." Dean says, the hurt clear in his tone. Castiel tilts his head and looks at his charge. "The demon is only here temporarily Dean. Sam will tire of her loyalty." Cas says it like it's set in stone, but Dean knows his brother. If the little that he told him about their relationship was true that would not come to pass.
Sam wouldn't just get rid of her. Hell may have changed him, but Dean knew his brother to his core. The only way that Sam would kill her is if she did something that betrayed them, or put someone like Bobby in danger. But wasn't she already doing that by being there with them? It wasn't hard to figure out that Sam had contacted Val. There was no way in hell that the kid that was probably still sprawled out on Bobby's kitchen table was human. Sam hasn't been topside long enough to have made any real friends.
"Did you know that Satan had kicked Sam out of the cage?" Dean asks, suddenly wondering if the angel knew about what happened down there. Cas was silent for a few seconds and then finally let out a breath of air. "Yes, he didn't do it quietly." Cas shifts in the seat to look out the window. Probably avoiding Dean's death stare. "Why didn't you tell me!" Dean almost swerved with the wave of frustration and anger. "There was nothing either of us could've done, Dean. He was still in the deep recesses of hell. Even you hadn't been that deep when I came to get you."
Dean drew in a short breath and counted to 5. "Still, it would've been nice to know." Dean finally says, cutting the tense silence short. "No it wouldn't have been nice to know." Cas rubs his face with his hand, a very human gesture that he probably didn't even realize he was doing. "You would've dove deeper into self loathing and guilt. So no. I didn't tell you." Cas bites out through clenched teeth. Dean refuses to look in the direction of the passenger seat. He knows that if he does he will be met with deep blue eyes, that have always seen straight through him.
"Where are we going?" Cas asks. Dean rolls his eyes. "Headed back to Bobby's." Dean says, turning Baby around and heading back the way he came. "You won't like the two people accompanying the house." Dean says, eyeing Cas and then turning back to the road. "He has made friends, I'm not surprised. Hell can be… dangerous when you're roaming alone." Cas says, his brow furrowing with the thought. Dean ignores him and turns onto the dirt road leading to Bobby's scrap yard. "Are you coming in?" Dean asks, pulling Baby to a stop and opening his door.
Cas nods his head and steps out of the Impala. They both walk in silence to the front porch and enter quietly. Dean is surprised to find Sam dozing on the couch and the kitchen empty except for Bobby who is washing his hands at the sink. "Where did Sam's friends go?" Dean asks, walking into the kitchen, Cas trailing him. "Well it's nice to know that our winged friend is still alive. Thanks for checking in." Bobby says flatly, drying his hands off on a hand towel. "I apologize, I have been what you might say, busier than a bee." Castiel says. "They went to a safe house." Bobby says, looking at Dean to answer his question.
"Good." Dean says, walking to the fridge and grabbing a beer. He couldn't stand to be around them. It still made him angry that there were more of them. It also made him guilty. He should've been down there with Sam. Hell he should've been finding a way to make things happen topside to get Sam out. Dean was drawn out of his thoughts by the vibrating in his pocket. He reaches in and pulls out the thin piece of technology.
"Shit." Dean mutters as he sees the caller ID. He hadn't called Lisa to check in. Bobby rolls his eyes from the table. "I'll be outside." Dean says, walking towards the front door.
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Castiel sighs a breath of relief. Dean's emotional turmoil was making him uneasy. Dean never really let his emotions show this much. Sam making allies in hell would do that to a person he guessed. But then again he didn't really know that much about people. He looked towards the living room at the damaged man lying on the couch. It was a wonder that he had escaped hell. Especially the way he did. Demons were never one to be loyal to a human.
They must have been through a lot together for Sam to trust them as much as he did. He had felt it when Sam came through that whole on the Earth. The power that radiated off of him was intoxicating. Castiel couldn't help but wonder how Sam was keeping it in check. Sam's forehead scrunched together in his sleep, his eyes closing harder. He must be having a dream. Cas walks over to the slumbering man and touches his forehead with two fingers.
In a rush, Castiel is sucked into the dream. He is surrounded in darkness. Nothing to differentiate a direction of any sort. A muffled scream comes from behind and Cas turns around to see Sam on the rack. Lucifer is standing in front of him. His mouth is moving, but he can't hear anything. Castiel tilts his head. This isn't right. He should be dream walking. "What are you doing in my head Cas?" Sam's voice echoes from behind him. "Sam? How do you know I'm here?" Castiel asks, turning around to face the younger Winchester.
"I could sense your presence the moment you entered." Sam says casually, like it's nothing new. "I was trying to find the source of what was causing your dream." Cas says, taking a few steps closer to Sam. Sam shakes his head, "It's pretty obvious that hell is the reason." Sam says, his lips up turning into a bitter smile. "You are different Sam." Cas says, trying to read Sam's face. This was a weird encounter. He was in Sam's head but couldn't feel anything. He couldn't hear Sam's thoughts or gauge his emotions.
"Hell does that to people." Sam says, as the scene around them turns into a beautiful park. "There is a power coming off of you. It's stronger than before. I don't know where it's coming from." Cas says, trying to coex Sam into explaining. "You wouldn't understand." Sam says, turning and walking towards the bench nearest to them. "Why are we in a park?" Cas asked, changing the subject once he realized Sam wasn't going to explain. Sam takes a deep breath and smiles.
Castiel knows that smile, he must be happy with the story. "This is where I met Jessica." Sam says, his eyes focused on two people in the middle of the park. Cas turns his head to study them both, he can't hear a thing they are saying. But the girl is laughing as a younger Sam picks up books off the ground. "You literally ran into her." Cas sums up. Sam laughs. "Yeah, she was amazing." Sam says, shifting slightly on the bench.
"Sam you don't have to lie to me. You can tell me the origin of your power. I know it's not the demon blood." Cas says, he knew for sure that it wasn't the demon blood. If it was, he would sense it. Even an archangel couldn't mask the tainted blood of a demon. Sam looks down at his hands. "I don't know the origins. I just know that it's always been there." Sam says, barely above a whisper. Cas looks at him and waits till he looks up. Those hazel eyes bore into Castiel, something was up with Sam. Not in a bad way, Castiel knew. Something was brimming to the surface, and Castiel knew that it needed to be dealt with.
"I will help you Sam." Castiel says. Sam's eyes widen. "What are you talking about?" Sam asks. "I will be there when you need me. You are holding back a lot of power Samuel. I know it must be extremely difficult." Castiel says, and with that he stands up and draws his focus away from Sam and back to his vessel.
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Until next time
