(Dean Winchester)
Well, I paid my respects to señor Agave last night. I didn't get lucky but I did get the mother of all hangovers because no one in the small bar hidden well off of the main drag would let Ol' Mano pay for a single shot of tequila and, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I'm paying for it dearly this morning.
A lot of theories were floating around the bar as to actually who...or what...is in Armadillo Infantes. Everyone seems to agree that there are two of them, a man and a woman and that they waylaid poor Father Galeari on his was to morning lauds just before sunup and cursed him so badly that he went up in flames, lighting up the whole village like it was high noon.
When the sun finally did come up there were bats, owls and all sorts of other creatures of the night, either dead or flopping around on the ground as...well, as blind as bats. They also found the dude just sitting there in the street, clutching the padre's wooden crucifix, his eyes burned out of his head and no sign of the priest or of the girl.
I'm betting they didn't find any trace of Father Galeari's body because he was a 'friend' of Castiel's and made up of goodness and light, like a Hostess Twinkie. Where the girl went is anybody's guess. Maybe she got caught in the blast furnace of heavenly light and was fried. And the dude, it sounds like he stirred up a real shit storm in the village and is in a world of hurt for killing their only priest.
Hopefully the iron chains have held him so I can gank him for the Lord because the priest of the Temple of the Immaculate Conception really wasn't a priest or named Galeari or even a human being. He was what you call a Galearri, a low ranking angel sent to earth to set people on the path to righteousness. A pretty thankless job because everybody knows that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
And now, after hitching a ride with a tow truck driver named Santiago and a little hair of the dog, I'm standing on the main street of Baby Armadillo just about to head out to the OK Corral. Okay, to the Temple of the Immaculate Conception. Angel's love bite is throbbing and the scars on my belly are burning red hot because, as the crowd begins to grow, I know that there are just as many demons as humans out there. I think a hellhound or two might not be a bad idea for show and I have the nail in my hand, which makes me Batman.
I can see the poor schmuck in the distance, his back to the street, his head resting against the wall of the church and someone in the crowd shouts it's "el diablo blanco" but after being chained out in the bone bleaching sun for so long, he's more than likely diablo bronceado or el diablo que apesta. I come closer and get a whiff. Man, even hell didn't smell this bad.
I take a few steps closer to him and three people step out of a side street, a woman with long dark hair, a short skirt and platform heels, a disheveled lawyer looking dude in a cheap suit and a teen aged kid in torn jeans and tie dyed tee shirt. Seeing them I know things are quickly going to the dogs and, yeah, this is really gonna hurt but I need to concentrated on the big bad chained to the wall. Turning to look at the three demons I just say the magic words 'sic 'em' and all hell breaks loose.
The hell hounds start growling and ripping and shredding but the only thing the humans in the crowd can see are three screaming people writhing on the ground and fountains of blood spurting into the air. They start running, tripping over themselves to get away, and soon it's just me, three dead bodies and Castiel's object of retribution.
Never moving a muscle during the hell hound attack, the dude slowly lifts his head and turns to look at me but there's no way he can see me. His eyes are gone and the holes are filled with maggots but I would still recognize him anywhere. I kneel down in the filth littered around him and, forcing myself not to puke, I take his face in my hands. He tries to shake free until I tell him, "It's me, Sammy, it's Dean."
I can see the wheels turning in his head as he takes it in. His mouth opens and he gapes like a fish a few times then tells me with a pitiable laugh, "Dude, I guess I fucked up."
"Yeah," I tell him, "You fucked up, baby brother. You ganked an angel."