Ramiel
Lock 4: Chicago, IL
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Sorry took so long. my computer crashed. I had a beautiful baby girl in Feb. and I have like 5 stories on the burner. And another 6 I'm trying to get back into my head and off hardcopy into software. So please be patient and kind and enjoy.
L4:1
The Impala pulled up in front of the Chicago Museum of History. The angels eyes stared hard at the building as if seeing through the walls. Dean turned to the backseat passengers.
"The lock is in there?" He asked in misbelief.
"The key is in there. The lock is somewhere else." She informed him.
"Great so what we go in and steel the key and hopefully escape." Dean turned to face the front. "yes," she responded in her monotone voice.
"Great." He huffed.
"So use your angel mojo and get it. We'll wait here." Dean had surmised the quickest plan. In, out, done deal.
"I cannot." He turned quickly in his seat again. The plan sounded good.
"Why not?" Dean asked gruffly.
"Because," she began. Focusing more intently on the building. "It is not easy to find. I can feel it but I do not know how to retrieve it." She shaked her head and looked back to the brother. Dean huffed. His idea blown.
"And it's not like we can just waltz and pull a Thomas Crowne." This got Castiel's attention off the museum.
"Who?" He asked.
"He pulled a, never mind." Sam hopped back into the car and tossed a book and pamphlets at Ramiel. She began to scan through them.
"Hope what you're looking for is in there. And I also found us an opening." He handed a pamphlet to Dean. Sam had scoped the place out. While gathering the phamplets he discover a way to get in and out as if they had no angelic assistance. Always a plan b. Dean looked at the pamphlet Sam had given him.
"Charity opening, tonight."
"Yeah. Only a group of a hundred have free reign of the museum."
"And how do we get enough money to be charity material." Dean confronted. He didn't like where his brother's idea was taking them.
"Like we always do, lie, and flaunt what you have."
L4:2
The group made their way to a rental tux and dress outlet. Dean laughed as Cas was measured and asked to strip. Ram had been taken by two female associates into the woman's den. Dean told the girls to make her look like a million bucks. It had taken several hours for the boys to get ready. But now they were sitting and waiting for their key master of their quartet.
"Why do girls take longer to get dressed then us?" Dean had gotten up and began to pace the store. The three had been premed and prop erred. Dressed to the gills. Cass tugged at his bow-tie again. Dean smiled. Sam had whipped out his laptop searching for all he could about the exhibit. Dean placed a hand in his jacket feeling the tickets Castiel had heisted while Sam distracted.
"Dean, would you please sit down." Dean stopped and looked to his brother and angel in penguin suits.
"Is this really worth this get up?"
"We have dressed in worse." Sam reminded him. A man came from the woman side of the shop.
"Gentlemen, you patience has proven to be the inspiration of divine. Your lady." He clapped his hands. A swishing of skirt was heard as their lady came from around the corner into sight. Dean straighten at the sight. Sam and Cass stood up. Before them Ram was transformed like the others. More so, in Sam's eyes, you could put her on top of a wedding cake. The dress was a Gold evening gown. The top half shimmered with her movements. The bottom half a layered lace. But what really caught the mens attention was her hair. They had taken an upper layer and twirled it and inlayed it with more gold thread and lace. It looked as if she had a halo around her head. She stopped in between them. Dean moved around to take her in. Sam just gawked. Castiel tilted his head. when Dean came to stand by Sam,
"Dude you're staring." Sam shacked his head.
"Wow Ram you look beautiful." She smiled.
"Do I look like a million bucks?" Dean smiled.
"More than." Cass stepped forward and produced his arm. She took it.
"You look beautiful sister."
"Thank you." She stopped by Dean. "Do I blend in?"
"You're blended alright." Dean took her other arm as they headed out.
L4:3
"Fras I don't know what is so important about this. Yeah nice artifacts and old thingys. But this isn't really my spiel. And this monkey suite is killing me."
"Ray, I find you look rather dashing in it."
"I'd rather dash right out of here." Constable Benton Fraser of the Canadian Consulate scanned the room. And there across the hall and angel caught his gaze. His friend Ray Kowalski was muttering to himself then stopped when he realized his friend wasn't paying him no mind. Looking to where his friend had seen what stopped him dead in his boots. "Wow, not that is a lady."
"I must agree on that."
"So go talk to her." Ray nudged his friend. Fras broke his gaze from her to see his friend.
"No, I couldn't." He went back to staring at her again. "Beside she is with three other men."
"They are probably her brothers or her body guard."
"I see no resemblance between them except the middle two."
"So, go talk to her. Find out how they are related and make a move."
"Why are you insistent?"
"It doesn't hurt to just ask her a few questions. It's better to know then to live with not knowing." Fras looked at Ray, perplexed.
"That is very good advice." Ray shrugged his shoulders.
"Go get her."
L4:4
Sam turned to Ram.
"So you know where it is?"
"It is here and I will know it when I see it." Dean scanned the room and found what he wanted.
"Well, get us when you find it. I'm gonna go see about the buffet table." Dean snagged Castiel's arm. "come on Cass." Castiel paused and looked to the arch. She smiled and nodded her head.
"Have fun. I will come get you." Dean tugged again like a child tugging an old dog from his post trying to get him to play with him. Then reluctantly following. Sam stared at her. She scanned the room with her eyes and found something for Sam to do. "Sam there is a girl in a lilac dress to you left. Her name is Tamara. And she only has eyes for you." Sam looked to Ram in astonishment. He loved this angel. An angel that Dean began calling Sam's angel when the others weren't around. Sam would just counter that his at least was female and could possibly get luck someday. The face Dean made every time was priceless. Looking to Tamara she smiled at Sam. He looked to Ram fro permission.
"Go have fun."
"You sure?"
"Sam, I am going to be searching for a while. You should enjoy the benefits of this ordeal."
"Ok," he smiled and straightened himself. Ram straightened his bow. "How do I look?"
"Heavenly." The smile on his face broadened more. He would be feeling it still, later. He bumped pass her to go talk to Tamara. Ram began to mingle herself through the crowd. Several men and women had stopped her to ask various things but she kept her answers brief as she made her way around the exhibit. She stopped under one of the warrior canoes that hung above them. The interacted carvings telling stories on their hulls. She stopped under one in peculiar and simply stared.
"Uh hum, excuse me." Ram looked from the boat to a man in a red uniform. Her face serious as she took his apparel and soul in. "May I be of some assistance?" Ram looked deeper into his soul. What she saw made her heart grow strong. This was a good man. A benefit to the human race.
"I am admiring the craftsmanship but this one is different from the others." Her new friend moved to stand beside her to see what had made her make this assumption.
"It is a fake," he said.
"I am glad I am not the only one to notice."
"But they have historians to verify these things."
"As people say, some things just slip though the cracks." They both made eye contact. Her new friend got lost in her gaze.
"Pardon me. I'm Constable Benton Fraser of the Canadian Consultant." He held out his hand. She took it. Dean had quizzed her on an identity and how to introduce her self at these gala events.
"Ramiel Angel, of the Winchester Foundation." Fraser seemed to pause and look through his index for any information on what intel he was given. All he got back was.
"Ramiel, like the archangel."
"Yes."
"And your other brothers? Are they named after angels too?" Ramiel smiled at this. How to respond to such a broad question. So true in statement. Yet she noticed that his eyes traveled over to the brothers and her brother.
"My brother here with me is Castiel. The other two are not my brothers but are friends." Fraser seemed to glow more with the information being given to him. She was available. Hotbox.
*
Dean glanced at Cass who was watching his sister with an intense gaze. Nudging him he got his angel's attention.
"You're staring. Stop it. She said she would get us when she found it."
"That is not it." He looked around the room. "Something is ... off."
"Off? Off how?"
"I don't know." He looked down to the glass of whatever in his hand then to his sister.
"You'll tell me when you figure it out, right?" Castiel nodded. His eyes scanning the room then ending back up on his sister.
*
Fraser followed her around as she scanned every item in detail. As if looking for something.
"Can I help you in your search?"
"I don't know what I am searching for. Only when I see it will I know." Ramiel made her way through the obstacles of man. Gentlemen's eyes scanning the fair maiden. A grunt from the constable made them turn their leering eyes. He smiled at how she seemed to not notice the attention her image struck. It warmed his heart to see a woman who didn't flaunt her beauty to her own devices. She seemed to him to take in the world one step at a time. That her image all dolled up for this event was not a bother or a change in her demeanor. She was human and focused on her task. She stopped in front of one of the oldest statues. Circling the box several times. Her eyes seemed to glow in it's presence.
"Is this what you are looking for?" Her eyes turned to gaze at him. They did glow. Freezing him to the spot. His heart fluttered. A smile spread over her face. He was sinking into her depths. Looking away to gather his thoughts but when they returned to her she was not there. Turning quickly he noticed her making a B line to her brother. Guess their moment was over. Fraser went to look at the item that held so much interest. There was his partner, Ray. He was staring at it with the same intent as Ramiel.
"Ray?"
"This is the key." The statement meant nothing to him. So he needed further instruction.
"Ray? What key?" When his partner turned to look at him. Ray's eyes were black.
"The key to lock up Lucifer."
"Is something wrong with your eyes?"
"No, just my true self coming out." Raising his hand Ray smashed into the artifact display box. Alarms began to shout.
"Ray, what have you done?" His hand was reaching in to get the object. Blood running down his arm. Fraser reached for his friend. His friend raised his arm sailing him across the room.
*
Ramiel was almost to her brother when the alarms went off. Turning she watched the commotion. A demon had possessed someone and was trying to get the key. A quick glance to her brother, they flew to the demon. But there was more than one. Several other attendees eyes turned black in their combined presence. The man closest to the box halted at their sight.
"Step away." She ordered.
"Or what?" he mocked back at her.
"Do you need to even ask." Dean said as he approached, knife out. He went to reach again but Ramiel was there in a moment flinging the demon away from the box. Then all hell broke lose. Sam had joined the fury. Demons being expelled left and right. Fraser jumped at his friend who made to attack at the angel of his eye.
"Ray stop!" but Ray just flung him against the wall. Ramiel saw this and walked in front of the demon, laid her hands upon and exorcised the demon within Fraser's friend. His body collapsing onto the floor. Startled eyes looked up at her. She smiled to the red uniformed man.
"He'll be alright." She turned and went back to the artifact. Reaching in she lifted it out. Fraser stood and walked over toward the quartet.
"That's it?" Dean asked.
"Yes," She tilted it in her hands.
"Good. Let's get out of here."
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," They turned to the man who had been with Ram all night.
"Are you going to stop us?" Dean challenged
"If I have to." Castiel began to take a step forward.
"We require it."
"Then go through proper channels and request it."
"We don't have time for this. Cas knock him out so we can get out of here." Nodding in agreement with Dean he began to step forward. Ramiel laid a hand on his shoulder. His eyes met hers. The silent communication between them made Fraser do a double take between the two. Feeling the electricity of communication between them. He didn't stand a chance against that. She handed the artifact to Castiel. He nodded and went to the brothers. A gust of wind blew throughout the place. Leaving Fraser and Ramiel the only two standing in the space. She tilted her head.
"Benton," she began.
"What are you?" she smiled.
"I am as you surmised my name." He stepped back. "I am the archangel, Ramiel." She stepped passed him making her way to his fallen friend. Laying a hand on him she branded him with an anti-demon ward. "He will never be possessed by a demon again.
"A demon?" She stood and looked to him. Really looked into him. Pass the veil of color in the cornea into the mind and soul within.
"Yes."
"You're an angel."
"Yes." She laid a hand on his chest. A warm sensation ran through him. His whole body tingling anew. Anew with what? Also a brand to protect him as well. "you have such a pure soul. So innocent. So human." She stepped back. "I have to go."
"Why are you here?"
"Lucifer walks the earth. We are trying to get him back where he belongs." She makes a turn to walk away.
"Will I see you again?" she looked over her shoulder at him.
"Do you wish so?"
"Very much so."
"Then I will try."
"That is all I can ask." Her face smiled as did his.
"Be well Benton Fraser." she flew away.
"You too, Ramiel, sister."
TBC.
Nod To: Due South
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