Notes: So yeah, I'm watching the lorax while I write today. I could totally see Cas being the little lorax guy too...this is very distracting.
leahelisabeth: Dude sleeping in is totally worth it. I wish I coulda, but that's what saturday is for! :D And just you wait for chapter 14, sweetie ;)
ship. me: No worries, all of our bad girls will be punished, I promise ;) Hearts!
otex: Distressed! Oh noes! Quick, here! Another chapter! Enjoy and feel good! Cas will be back soon, I promise!
Disclaimer:I don't own this, so I'm going to go buy myself some blue jello and cream soda to feel better.
CHAPTER 11
Once again Chuck found himself dangling by a thread outside of the Impala. Meg's first attempt at the placement of the motherboard had fried a few wires here and there, and that left the dumpster dead in place. At least they didn't have to worry about Dean and Bela having enough time to drop the gun before the dumpster was taken away. But of course they still had to worry about being noticed…
This time around it was Sam who held him steady, his large hands firm on his shoulders as Chuck sweated and cursed into the wind. He stood teetering on precarious tippy-toe, straining to plug the new wire into the top part of the control panel on the dumpster.
"Almost done…Just have to plug the interface strike-plate back…in," he shouted to his companion, but Sam just shook his head and screamed back into his ear.
"I can't hear you and I really don't care. Just get this done so we can go back inside!"
"What?!"
Sam didn't try again, he just gave a rough shake to the shoulders in his hands to get Chuck to turn around and finish. The younger Winchester was not about to let the mechanic get sidetracked and let down Dean. His big brother would need things to run as smoothly as possible for this caper because if they didn't have the goods when all was said in done, all Dean would be able to take away from this would be a sour Cas and disappointed crew. Neither of which he needed or deserved.
A blinking light on the panel caught Sam's attention and he squeezed to get Chuck's attention, "Hey! What the hell is that?" he asked, pointing to the light in case Chuck couldn't hear him over the roar.
Chuck glanced down at the light and Sam could feel him tense in front of him, "It's the pick-up call! They must have dropped the gun already!" Chuck squealed and Sam heard him for sure that time around.
"Fix it then!"
Chuck tried to comply, but the last bit of wire he had to plug in was a good two inches higher than he could reach, "I can't!" He glanced behind them to see the garbage drone in the distance, taking a hard turn towards them like a shark nosing towards its prey. They only had about 30 seconds before it would arrive, clamp on to their dumpster and take the gun to the incinerator.
Noting the mechanic's problem, Sam reached for the radio on his shoulder, "Gabe! We need a little more altitude…Now!"
"Working on it, dear" came Gabriel's strained voice over the radio and Sam winced knowing that the pilot's job got ten times harder now that there was no one to help read the radar for him while he worked the controls.
Then the ship lurched up, making both Chuck and Sam lurch right along with it and almost making both of them lose their lunch. Regaining their balance, Chuck finally got his fingers around the wire again and started to quickly start splicing it to the old ones.
"Chuck…" Sam whined as he watched the drone move closer.
Chuck's fingers slipped and he almost dropped the wire stripper.
"ChuckChuckChuck!" Sam panicked.
Finally Chuck snapped the strike-plate into place, "Got it!" he shouted, but the last part was more of a strangled gasp as Sam pulled the mechanic down hard onto the ship, their heads only narrowly avoiding getting squashed between the drone and the dumpster. The klang above them of the metal on metal wasn't lessened at all by the wind and it made them both flinch horribly.
They both lay prone on the top of the ship, taking a moment to enjoy the wonder of actually still being alive before they turned to each other, exchanging a look of frantic relief and then scurrying like rats in light into the safety of the ship where Bobby was waiting.
Chuck hoped that it was with a fresh pair of underwear.
"There in! Go! Go!" Bobby's voice crackled over the comm. to Gabriel in the control room.
"Copy that, Preacher Man!"
And he hauled back on the joy stick, dropping the Imapala away from the underbelly of the estate, then peeling into a dive and sailing off.
Out of the rear-view cam, Gabriel could see the drone detach from the chute, taking their dumpster with it. He sent out a quick prayer that it was programmed correctly.
"Bobby? Tell me that they're okay?...Bobby?!" he called over the comm. as they flew away
The radio crackled a bit in his ear, making his heart clench tight before the Sheppard's gruff voice came out, "They're fine, just a suffering from some spectacular bad hair."
"Copy that."
And Gabriel melted in his seat, his fingers almost going lax on the controls. It was never a fun time to literally have your lover's life in your hands.
"Sweet lord, why don't you just rip my heart out and eat it in front of me…probably less painful," he muttered under his breath and braced himself for Sam's return to the control room in the next few minutes once he was free of his harness.
His arrival would either go one of two ways. First would be Gabriel ditching the controls to leap into his arms, or two, he would fall to the floor in laughter as the mentioned bad hair. Either way the ship was going to be short a driver for a moment.
And Gabriel couldn't bring himself to care.
On gut reaction alone, Dean stepped up to the two of them, putting his hands up in a 'let's all get a hold of our wacky selves here" motion.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let's not get worked up here! We got the goods, let's get out of here!" This wasn't how the Winchesters did things. This killing would be in cold blood, and they always tried to avoid killing in general. They were thieves, not murderers. Any 'incident' that implicated them in a killing of a Garrison employee could become a real problem for his crew that already had a couple red flags on them. His thoughts flew to Cas.
"Are you really that naïve?! Do you really think your life is anything to me!" Bela hollered at the prone man on the floor, her face turning red with true emotion, completely ignoring Dean who was slowly inching his way from the trash chute to his own flower arrangement, and then like lightning snatching up his own weapon and pointing it to her head.
Finally she took notice and snarled at him, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? I'm cleaning up a mess here. You should be thankful I'm taking out this trash!"
Dean didn't blink, nor look at the man on the floor knowing that it would only make him second guess himself, "Don't'…don't tell me I should be thankful for having to consider taking out this son of a bitch. We're not killing anyone today, on account of our very tight schedule and that I don't want this particular blood trail leading to us!" Dean shouted, omitting his reasoning that this would give the Garrison yet another reason to be on their tail, "So why don't you drop that gun, and we'll be on our—"
He saw her head turn back to the man on the floor and her finger start to tighten. Then in frantic panic, Dean charged at her, shouting loudly along the way, "DROP IT NOW!" his whole attitude wrought with controlled fury, putting the gun to her head. Finally she dropped the gun in surprised terror, realizing that he truly meant business, but her eyes didn't leave Haymer. Which was fine with the Captain as he swiped up her gun from the floor and sticking it in his pocket.
She glared at Haymer, her slight frame trembling as she looked down at him, "Did you think I was a princess? That I would stay locked up here in the tower? With you?
"I had hoped," he whispered back, his voice choked on dismal emotion.
She sniffed hard and her mask fell back in place, "Well then you're a rutting fool."
"Bela, let's go. We're short on minutes here…" Dean urged. They had a few things to take care of after all…
"So how long have you been with Ken Doll, then?" Haymer asked then, his voice finally filling with venom as he looked upon his true wife for the first time.
Dean doubled back and waved a disgusted hand in his face, "Oh, we are not together—" he started, but Bela cut him off.
"He's my husband," she sneered, trying to twist the knife she held in the downed man's gut.
Dean rolled his eyes, "Who in this damned galaxy isn't!?" and he grabbed her arm to start pulling her away bodily, clearly fed up with the real-time soap opera going on in front of him.
Though, as Dean pulled her away she turned her head to deliver one last blow, "At least I'm not the patsy who just got robbed. If you had half a brain, you would have called those fed buddies of yours the minute you saw me," she egged, but it was the smile that crept over Haymer's features that turned Dean's blood to ice.
"Oh, but I did…" he held up his hand that held a fancy modern looking ring upon it…and that ring most definitely had a button on it. Damn bastard had a fucking life alarm that they gave to little old grannies!
"Isn't it nice? It's an emergency signal for kidnappings and the like. A gift from the Garrison for all of my…services. I did love you Yolanda, but I couldn't think for a second that you were actually here for me. You should know that someone like me wouldn't notice that I was beign stabbed in the back?" he turned at the sound of approaching footsteps in the distance, "Hm, that would be the feds now, I believe," he said smugly.
For a moment Dean considered letting her have the gun back and letting her blow his brains away, but he just turned to her fuming.
She shrugged and rolled her eyes, "Fucking men…"
Outside the windows they could see a trio of fed cruiser ships descending to the estate, sirens blaring and light flashing.
Gah! Sudden action?! A little bit of Sabriel? Bela with feelings?! Another cliffhanger?! What just happened!? Next chapter up tomorrow, and I'm about to start the last chapter to this story (chapter 14) and let's just say...I'm nervous about this one. I really hope that it comes out well and that it will satisfy you guys until I can...delve deeper. But we're getting closer to the end of the series, and I want to move things along before I start season 2, soooo...here goes! Wish me luck and feel free to message me with anything at all, something you want me to add, suggest, stop, take away, or you want to talk about your family probs. I'm bored and its friday, my last free night for a while XD