AN- Chapter warning- Minor character death, language, Dean being called a painted whore. Don't like, don't read.
The Impala was mostly done. What was left to do on her was minor nick picky shit that Dean was puttering around with to kill time. He had done enough for today though so he deemed it was time for a real break, the hunter going inside for a beer after finding out that his cooler was empty. When he returned with an open beer in hand and the remainder of a six pack under arm to restock, Dean found a goddess waiting for him.
Kali seemed outrageously out of place in Bobby's scrap yard, the statuesque dark haired, dark eyed beautiful deity dressed to the nines in the very latest of corporate bitch. Dean raised an eyebrow at her in question as he popped open a cold brew to be sneered at back in answer.
"Where is your respect?", Kali snapped in way of greeting as Dean made a show of chugging his beer. "You should be kneeling in my presence."
"Sorry toots. I've been kicking it one on one with God the last couple of weeks so it takes a lot to impress me now.", Dean shrugged, tossing the beers into the cooler. "I doubt you're here for a social call so let's just skip all the pleasantries and death threats. What the hell do you want?".
Cutting to the chase made Kali look distinctly uncomfortable which was not a good look for a goddess or any deity for that matter. "I need your help.", she finally admitted after a long moment of Dean basically ignoring the brooding divine being to start working on his car again. He found it quite easy enough to do considering how much practice in the past he had with Sam and his emo-ish tendencies. No one could sigh as long or as loud as Sam when he was in a self-righteous funk. Not even gods had anything on his great moose of a younger brother when Sam found out that life had given him a glass half empty.
Dean paused in his tinkering to stare at her, the hunter made speechless by Kali's admittance. He let the moment linger before shattering it with laughter, the sound of it abrupt and practically brutal. "Seriously?", Dean gasped, fighting for air between bouts of open amusement.
"You dare!?", Kali seethed, looking enraged if the flames coming off of her hands were any real indication. Dean barely batted an eyelid at the theatrics though it did dry up some of his laughter, but not in the way Kali intended.
"Damn right, I dare. Last time we met, you were going to sell me and Sam to the highest bidder to save your own ass and now you show up asking me for help? That's rich.", Dean grinned in the face of the pissed off diety. "You know what? Fuck off, I'm not interested in anything you have to say. Gabriel tried to help you and you got him killed for giving a shit about you.".
"You had an equal hand in his demise as well.", Kali snapped though she did look somewhat mollified at the mention of her former lover, the Trickster turned dead archangel.
"Yeah well, you don't see me come crawling to you for help with my problems when shit gets bad.", Dean grumbled, turning back to the car, the only thing he deemed worth his attention at the moment.
"It is not by choice. You are the consort to the new god. I demand to speak with you.", Kali said, her words bringing Dean back into the conversation with sudden renewed interest.
"Whoa, timeout! I'm a what?!", Dean yelled. He scowled at Kali's smirk, the goddess enjoying his obvious discomfort.
"Consort. Human companion. Painted whore to this new god. I wish to speak to Castiel and you are the safest conduit to do so with.", Kali explained, making of show of examined her flawless, razor sharp nails.
"Why would you want to do that? And how the hell did I become a consort?!", Dean snapped, giving up on finishing the Impala so that he could stare down the smug looking goddess.
"His divine mark is upon you, you fool. How could you not know?", Kali rolled her dark eyes magnificently, enough so that even Dean could appreciate the gesture and how belittled he should feel by it. He ignored the pulse that ran through the handprint on his shoulder as if the mark was reminding the hunter of its renewed existence. "We must speak in such a manner because Castiel is killing gods and eating them.".
That was enough to throw even Dean off. After all he had lived through, seen, and survived, he had to admit that was a new one on him. "Why is Cas doing that?".
"Apparently, our existence offends him.", Kali answered, her tone low and dangerous. Dean remained unimpressed.
"Wow. How offensive do you have to be to get eaten?", Dean wondered aloud. "Whatever. No dice, sister. This is way above my pay grade anyway.", he waved the goddess off as he leaned up against the car to finish his beer. Dean would have liked something stronger at this point but Kali didn't look like she was anywhere near being done.
"I'm not here to give you an option in the matter, fool.", Kali hissed, stepping menacingly forward.
"Holy hell, you're here for a hostage.", Dean snorted, partially in amusement but mostly in disbelief at Kali's sheer stupidity. He didn't even bother to try and escape. Instead, Dean leaned against the Impala and calmly watched the goddess stalk him.
"More like a bargaining chip.", Kali corrected, coming to stop right in front of Dean to run her sharp nails over the skin of his crossed arms, drawing thin lines of blood from it.
"Cause that worked out so well for you last time.", Dean sighed, giving the old goddess an almost pitying look. "You poor dumb bitch, you are going to die screaming. You know that, right?".
"Not before you, maggot.", Kali snarled, her hand finding Dean's throat quick as a snake's strike. Or at least it tried to. Her touch never reached even the barest warmth of his skin, the goddess held in place by a power that made the molecules in the air sing shrill hymns, announcing a greater authority's arrival.
"I'm sorry. I hate to tell you I told you so.", Dean murmured, the hunter watching as the goddess's dark eyes went wide and white ringed with fear, something else that didn't look good on her. Dean looked on with almost a detached interest as Kali was dragged back by her hair, Castiel's grip upon her inky locks like Death's own.
Long after Kali was gone, Dean could still hear her screams ringing in his ears.