Holy crap! Are we really at 41 chapters?! Almost 100k words? Thanks for sticking with me guys! You all are awesome. Bear with me for this chapter, it's gonna get real intense real fast.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: Shit Stirrers Part Two
"What is taking so long? The others are already halfway there." Bela yelled up the stairs, leaning on one of the tables dressed in a black evening gown.
"So not okay with this!" Dean answered back, sounding annoyed.
Bela rolled her eyes. "Quit being such a girl and come down already." She mocked, right as the eldest demon walked heavily down the stairs.
Finally coming to a stop at the bottom of the steps, he held his arms out, ready for the ridicule. "Come on, let me hear it. I look like a man in a freakin' monkey suit."
Bela eyed him up and down, appreciating the way the suit fit his shoulders, the bowtie charming in its own way. "Not exactly the words I'd use." She said, trying to maintain her composure.
Dean looked surprised. "What?"
"You know," She began, smirking. "When this is over, we should really have celebratory sex."
The demon didn't know how to respond to that. He crossed his arms, wrinkling the suit as he worked his mouth. "Don't objectify me." He waited a beat, shaking his head before heading out the door. "Let's go."
….
Luckily, Dean and Bela got into the museum without any trouble and were able to quickly track down Sam and the others.
The middle Winchester tried to contain his amusement when he saw Cas in the middle of the dance floor, Gert with her arms wrapped around his neck with an empty wine glass hanging precariously from her fingers. The angel didn't know what to do with his hands, so he decided to just have them rest awkwardly on her shoulders, seeming extremely uncomfortable.
"Later on, someone should really teach him how to dance." Jo noted, smiling slightly at the scene.
Sam pursed his lips, grabbing two champagne glasses from off a waiter's tray and handing one to the blonde hunter. "Better him than me. The last thing I'd want is to be groped all night."
The group paused as Castiel walked over, looking utterly terrified and a little pissed. "How long must I entertain Ms. Case?" He asked, glaring at Dean.
"As long as it takes." Jo clarified, taking a sip from her glass. "Plus, we couldn't have gotten in without Gert's invitation."
"I have a feeling the four of us could've gotten in with no problem." He said bitterly.
Dean smiled smugly as he addressed the angel. "Yeah well, this is easier and it's way more entertaining."
Castiel looked like a bird that just had his feathers ruffled as he glanced reluctantly at his date who was making seductive faces at him. "You know there are limits to how far I'll go." He pointed out, returning his attention to the group.
Sam chuckled, patting Castiel on the shoulder. "Playing hard to get? That's cute. Be sure to give us details in the morning." He teased before walking arm and arm with Jo to take a look around.
The pair made their way around the main floor, scoping out the security that seemed to be posted at every single door. Setting down their glasses on a small table, they considered their next move.
"Any ideas?" Sam asked, looking at the hunter for guidance.
Jo worried at her lip and the demon could practically see the wheels turning in her head right before she cried out and almost fell to the floor if Sam hadn't caught her in time.
"Uh, honey, you okay?" He asked, guessing what Jo's plan had been. "Excuse me," He got the attention of a waiter, trying to seem worried. "My wife has had a little too much to drink, is there anywhere she can lie down?"
Without much more persuasion, the frazzled man led Sam who was carrying Jo up the stairs and into a small room where he left them alone.
After setting the blonde on the couch, he ran a hand through his hair. "Next time, a little warning would be nice." He chastised, giving her a stern look.
She rolled her eyes, standing up and smoothing out her dress. "I needed to catch you off guard and it worked, calm down." Jo looked around the room, taking in the beautiful paintings that lined some of the walls.
"Alright, I'm gonna go find the hand, you… stay here." He ordered, leaving the room.
….
Castiel was standing there, just simply moving his feet back and forth enough to appease Gert when he noticed a tall, African American man eyeing an oblivious Dean with a worrisome amount of interest. Excusing himself politely, the angel made his way over to the demon, putting a firm hand on his shoulder.
The middle Winchester eyed him up and down before making a face. "You stink like sex."
"I think it would be wise to leave now." Cas began, ignoring the comment. He threw a furtive glance over his shoulder, the man gawking at them still.
Dean glanced at him, cutting Bela off mid-sentence. "Why? Something wrong?"
Cas huffed with frustration, wishing the stubborn Winchester would just trust him. "There is a man standing over there who has not taken his gaze off of you two. I think it would be in our best interest to move somewhere else."
Just as he finished his sentence, Sam and Jo came in the room, the youngest demon patting his breast pocket to indicate they had it. Exchanging curt nods, they all made their way outside except for Dean who hesitated by the doorway in time to see Gordon Walker sending Bela a wink and a thumbs up. The demon's eyes scanned the room, seeing multiple people placing their hands by their ears, listening to a voice on a headpiece before they all started making their way towards the door.
Dean barreled down the steps, leaving Bela behind and catching up to his group. "Sam, you need to teleport us out of here. Now." He spoke with urgency, grabbing a hold of his brother's shoulder.
"Dean, hey, calm down. What's wrong?" The younger demon insisted, meeting his brother's freaked out features.
"Gordon is here and he winked at Bela and then a bunch of guys with headpieces started making their way towards the doors. I think we've been set-" The middle Winchester's rambling was cut off as a shot rang out, the group turning to see the infamous hunter making his way towards them with about six guys behind him, all with guns out and loaded. "Sam! Now!" He barked, his brother immediately complying and teleporting everyone out of there.
….
"I'm gonna kill her." Dean announced, pacing the small space of the house they had been occupying for the past two days.
Mary shook her head, noticing the way her son's forearm seemed to be glowing, absolute hatred radiating off of the Mark of Cain Bearer. "Dean, calm down. Everyone is okay, we just have to wait for John to get back with the supplies, and then we will take care of this and head out."
Her soothing words only slightly dampened the anger boiling in his gut as his father came in, carrying a duffle. "Let's get this show on the road."
….
Once the group made it to the cemetery, they set out to the find the dead captain's grave so they could burn all of his remains at once.
"Guys, over here!" Jo yelled, standing beside a worn grave that had definitely seen better days.
The boys set to work, taking turns while Mary, Jo, and Castiel kept a look out. In a matter of minutes, they had the grave dug up and coffin open.
With a sarcastic salute, Dean threw the hand on top of the skeleton while John sprinkled salt all over it. Mary hurriedly doused it in lighter fluid, all that was left was to light it.
Sam had the match already lit, held between two fingers when a bright light from a flashlight shined in his face.
"Excuse me? Are you Sam and Dean Winchester?" A soft, shy voice asked, making their way over to them.
The youngest Winchester blew out the match, discarding it on the ground before addressing the newcomer. He held his hand up to block from the light that was still being aimed at his face as he spoke. "Uh, who's asking?"
The kid hastily turned off his light, mumbling apologies as he took off his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt. "I uh- I didn't know who else to go to." He said with a sense of hopelessness as he got closer to where they could all see him.
Jo watched as the kid fumbled with the hem of his green t-shirt, moving his long strands of hair from his face before looking at Sam in particular.
He shifted uncomfortably before he elaborated. "My boss- well, former boss." He edited, seeming frazzled. "We're here to track you guys down, he wanted to put you guys in prison. You guys too." He nodded towards John, Mary, and Jo.
"Who's your boss?" John asked, his brows narrowed in suspicion.
The kid swallowed, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his khakis. "Victor Henriksen."
Dean was the first to recognize the name, a sinking feeling in his gut forming. "Like, the FBI agent?" He asked to clarify, uneasy. The stranger nodded, looking on edge.
"What's your name?" Jo asked, trying to learn some information from the newcomer.
"Greg." He said simply, sending nervous glances over his shoulder.
Dean's features hardened as he took a step forward. "Listen Greg, here is not the place to talk." Turning to include the whole group, "Let's get back to the house and figure out where we go from here."
Sam quickly lit another match, making sure to burn the corpse before they left.
….
"Is that really necessary?" Jo questioned, impatience creeping into her voice.
As the middle Winchester finished securing the kid to the chair with some rope they had kept in their trunk, he straightened. "Yeah, Jo. We don't know if we can trust this kid, so for now…" He motioned to the bound stranger, the gesture enough to finish his sentence.
Mary was leaning against the wall, staring at the kid intently. Something about him seemed off but she couldn't put her finger on it.
Sam walked to where he was standing in front of Greg, running tired hands through his hair. "Alright, why aren't you with Henriksen?"
Greg shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "He started… just acting crazy. Ever since Gordon led us here-"
"Wait," Dean interrupted, urgency lacing his words. "Henriksen and Gordon are working together?"
The kid nodded regrettably, wishing he had better news. "Anyways, Gordon was really the one calling the shots and when he started talking about trying to kill all of you…. It was just too much. So I left and came to warn you guys here but since you were gone, I searched through the papers and found the cemetery so I took a shot."
Castiel stepped forward, Greg's perplexed gaze fixating on him. "You're new."
"What the hell does that mean?" John spat, his desire to protect his family driving his resentment towards the stranger.
Greg shied away, directing his answer to Sam who seemed the calmest of the group. "Victor, he has information on all of you, except you." He finished, indicating Cas with his head.
"So maybe we do still have an advantage." Dean offered, glancing at Greg. "Do you know where they are?"
Greg looked thoughtful before answering. "Victor is squatting at a place just outside the Museum and Gordon is in an abandoned building across town. They set up two separate bases so wherever you guys were, they would always have one close by."
Dean looked at the others. "Half of us take Gordon, half of us take Victor?" He stated as a question, figuring it was the best plan they had. When no objections were made, he nodded. "Alright, Jo and Cas you're with me to go track down Gordon, Sam you take them and Greg and go find Victor."
….
"This is a bad idea." Sam said as soon as they arrived at the location Greg had given them.
Mary pulled out a long dagger from her boot, twirling it in her hand. "Maybe, but it's the only idea we had."
John scowled, not happy about the plan as much as Sam was. "We shouldn't have split up."
"Look, let's just focus." Mary scolded, taking the lead while Greg maintained the back with a sawed off they had loaned him.
The four moved silently up to the house, three of them covering Sam as he picked the lock, gaining them entrance to the foreclosed home.
The demon opened the door hesitantly, seeing only one light which was coming from the basement.
With wary glances, the group opened the lower-level door and creeped down the stairs, hoping to whatever God was listening that this wasn't a trap.
….
To say the least, the deserted building was hella creepy as the Dean, Jo, and Cas approached it with cautious steps.
They moved wordlessly as they climbed through a half-boarded up window, locating the stairs and making their way to the top floor, the only place they could see light coming from when they inspected the complex from outside.
Thankfully, the building was only five stories tall and it took no time for them to reach the top.
After making sure they were all ready, Jo kicked the door in with her gun prepped and ready.
…
"Are you sure they'll come?" A rough voice asked, sounding doubtful.
"Give them some time." Victor reassured, unaware of the group descending the stairs.
Sam carefully peaked around the corner, spying Henriksen and two other agents sitting around a card table, three guns placed casually on it.
After taking a deep breath, the demon turned to make sure everybody was ready before he popped out, his own gun raised and pointed directly at Victor. "Looking for me?" Sam asked, aggravation seeping into his tone.
Henriksen smirked as he stood up, putting his hands out in a gesture of surrender when Sam stepped forward, clicking the safety off. "You and that brother of yours started a lot of trouble." He pointed out, seeming unthreatened even with his life literally in Sam's hands. His gaze landed on Greg, a tilt in his lips. "I thought I told you to bring all of them."
Sam, John, and Mary turned to what they thought was a helpless boy with shock as he pointed his gun at the blonde demon who rapidly put her hands up. "The older one suggested they split up, I couldn't blow my cover." He said simply, his voice shaking only a little.
"You're gonna back off." Sam stated, leaving no room to argue as he made it to where his back was against a wall and that he could see both Greg and Henriksen along with the other two cops.
"Am I? See, that doesn't sound like me." Henriksen quipped, watching as the demon's eyes switched to black.
The demon snickered, stepping forward menacingly. "I don't remember giving you a choice." The sound of gunshots hitting plaster sounded through the room, the spot Sam had just been occupying now empty.
He appeared directly behind Henriksen and quickly tossed him across the room, his back making contact with the furnace with a painful thud.
Mary snatched the gun from Greg's hands, his frightened eyes meeting her's right before she rammed his jaw with the butt of the sawed off, knocking the kid out.
John reacted just as fast, landing a right hook on one of the random agents but was quickly grabbed from behind by the other before Sam rushed over and pried him away from his father, letting John do the honor of incapacitating his attacker.
The three, breathing hard, all made eye contact before they focused on Greg.
"Fucking kid got the better of us." John pointed out, shaking his head with disgust at his own stupidity.
"It's okay." Sam began, trying to lighten the mood. "We got the better of him."
….
Jo, Dean, and Castiel had to wait a second for their eyes to adjust to the bright lighting after coming from the almost complete darkness that was the stairwell.
Finally able to make out what was in front of them, they saw Gordon leaning against a dusty bookcase, a gun held carelessly in his hand. They looked around in confusion, wondering where his backup was.
"I'm alone." Gordon said, eyeing the middle Winchester with blood lust.
"Stupid move on your part." Dean noted, a slight tilt to his lips. He stepped forward, looking relaxed.
Gordon laughed darkly, gesturing with his gun as he spoke. "See, I don't think so. Victor already took care of his part." He paused, meeting the confused gazes in front of him. "Greg, what an amazing actor. He led that family of yours right into our trap and we only had one casualty. That father of yours, really should learn to dodge." He lied, trying to strike a nerve.
Dean charged forward, anger fueling his fist as it drove into Gordon's face. The hunter seemed unfazed as he maneuvered away from him, pointing his small pistol at the demon's chest. "Ah, not another step or I bury a bullet into…" He hesitated before moving the barrel to where it was aimed at Jo. "Her."
"You're lying. Sam is smart enough to not get caught." Dean tried to insure himself, not paying attention to how Gordon seemed to be inching closer to Castiel.
With a quick flick of his wrist, the crazed hunter threw his lighter at a spot a few inches in front of the angel, a ring of fire enclosing around Cas.
The middle Winchester stared with disbelief at the angel who was staring daggers at the hunter.
"Holy oil." He hissed, his angel blade falling from his sleeve into his readied hand.
"I heard you guys had an angel working with you. Didn't believe it until now." Gordon's eyes switched to Jo who had her hand positioned on the fire alarm right before he landed a bullet in her lower abdomen, the blonde falling to the floor with a cry of agony.
"Jo!" Dean yelled, making a move toward her before Gordon spoke.
"Don't move or I'll finish her off." He threatened, smiling with satisfaction when the demon backed off.
Castiel stood there, feeling absolutely helpless as he watched the situation unfold. With just dumb luck, the angel spotted a pipe almost directly above him, figuring it was worth a shot to try and to loosen it. Without alerting Gordon, he began to circulate his wrist, one of the screws securing the pipe starting to turn.
"What do you want?" Dean growled, turning his body to face the troublesome hunter.
"Your complete cooperation." Gordon answered vaguely, earning a snort from the middle Winchester.
"I've heard that a lot these past few months, let me tell, those who've asked weren't successful." He warned, amusement in his tone.
Gordon chuckled humorlessly as he eyed Jo who was applying pressure to her bleeding wound. "I've got leverage."
Dean saw Gordon raise his gun once again but he doesn't even remember launching himself at the hunter, sending them both crashing to the floor.
Before Gordon could gain any advantage, the demon straddled him and landed a punch to his jaw.
He didn't even realize that he was still going until he heard Castiel urging him to stop.
He felt himself ram another clenched fist into Gordon's temple, the man's strangled cries barely reaching his ears as the Mark of Cain shined scarlet, burning his arm.
He kept going until Jo walked over to him, her wound healed by the angel. Not in control of his actions, Dean stopped briefly and turned his vicious obsidian eyes on her and sent her flying across the room, her back hitting the cement flooring.
Castiel watched in desperation before he finally grabbed Dean from behind, wrapping his arms around him and hauling him off of Gordon with the help of his angelic strength.
The demon continued to struggle against his grasp, yelling threats at the hunter who was on the verge of dying.
The last thing Dean remembers is his face being beaten by Castiel until he fell to the floor in an unconscious heap.
….
Dean could feel the all-too familiar coolness of metal fastened tightly around his wrist and the uncomfortable cot underneath his cheek once he started to wake up. His eyes drifted open lazily, his hand twitching when he realized it was attached to the bed post.
He pushed himself up from the cot, taking in the unfortunately recognizable panic room furnishings.
He moved to a sitting position, swinging his legs so they were hanging off the side of the bed. He didn't know why he was down here or why his face hurt so fucking bad but he figured it wasn't for a good reason.
When the door slowly creaked open, he was surprised to see Castiel standing there with a look of disapproval and pity.
Dean blinked away the haze on his vision, trying to focus on the angel. "Did I get put in time-out?" He joked, a sly grin pulling at his lips.
Castiel, not in a joking mood, made sure to keep a generous amount of distance between them. "The Mark." He stated matter-of-factly, as if that was all the explanation he needed.
All of a sudden all that had happened came rushing back to him, beating the shit out of Gordon and… "Oh my god…" He breathed, looking down at the floor. "Is Jo…" He couldn't even finish the sentence, he felt like he was suffocating.
"She's fine. Frightened, but otherwise alright." Cas answered curtly before clearing his throat. "Until the others arrive, you will stay down here and most likely even after that. We must figure out our next move."
"Hold up, man." Dean started, going to stand up only to have the cuffs stop him for getting too far. "Come on, I'm fine. Just got too caught up in it."
The angel didn't want to hear it, so he flicked his wrist causing the door to slam shut. As he made his way up the stairs to where a rattled Jo was sitting on the couch, he heard Dean's pleas.
"Guys! Come on! Let me out!" He begged, his tone desperate before he grew furious. "Let me out!"
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TBC
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