I don't own Hannibal or Supernatural. I wish I did... *stares off longingly into the distance*
It was four in the morning when Dean woke up, gasping. He sat up on the couch, confused about where he was for a moment.
"SAMMY?" he yelled, panicking until he heard the familiar, heavy, clumsy footfalls of his kid brother.
"Dean?" Sam ran into the living room where Dean had slept with a box of salt and was surprised to not see any threats in immediate sight. "Dean, what's wrong? Why...?"
"Dean?" Will ran down the stairs and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no imminent danger. He tried to walk into the living room, but tripped on his dog, Harry, who jumped up and whimpered in surprise. The fuss woke up Jerry and Winston, who both looked out the window and began barking. The house was suddenly filled with a chorus of howling and barking as the dogs all ran to the window.
"HEY!" Will barked, rather like the dogs, himself. The dogs stopped barking and sat down, licking their lips and whimpering slightly and scraping the floor with their nails and looking over their shoulders at their master as if warning Will. The three men walked to the window, Will lingering behind the brothers for protection. His lawn suddenly was lit up by a white light and standing in the center was a figure. It was so bright that all three men threw up their eyes and had to blink several times before they could see again.
Dean went pale and Sam's eyes became as large as saucers. They looked at each other, then backed up from the window and Dean grabbed a knife from his bag, which was right by the sofa. By the time he had called Cas, the light disappeared just as suddenly as it had appeared and the brothers breathed a sigh of relief until they remembered there was a third person in the room. Slowly, they turned towards Will and what they saw was something that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
Will was as pale as a sheet of paper. The only color that remained was the red around his eyes and the pitch black of his pupils. Beads of sweat ran down his chin and neck, his breath hitching as he began to tremble.
"I-I-I've seen that b-before." he stuttered, "Wha-What is that thing?"
"It's an angel."
Will screamed when a man in a trench coat with startling blue eyes and messy black hair appeared next to him and he fell backwards into the wall, crumpling into a small ball and whimpering like one of his dogs.
Dean slammed his fist into the wall. "DAMNIT, CAS!" He yelled as Sam went to reassure their unstable cousin, "What have I told you about the creepy teleporting?!"
"I'm... sorry Dean. I did not mean to scare him." Cas looked down, ashamed.
"That's.. an angel?" Will's shaky finger pointed at Cas. The angel looked down at himself and sighed.
"Yes. Of course I am. Am I correct to assume that your species has not created an accurate molecular transported device, yet?"
Dean nodded and rolled his eyes. "Well, you very nearly gave someone close to me a heart attack so you might want to apologize before I do something I might regret." He lifted the angel blade and raised his eyebrows, no left-over hints of amusement coating his features. Castiel looked to Will and a look of sympathy replaced his annoyed gaze. The man was curled up next to Sam, who was muttering soft reassurances to him and helping him breathe into a paper bag. His eyes were wide and fixed on the man in the trench coat. Cas looked at him and saw his future and the pain and suffering that he would both have to face and cause to others. He saw mind games and mazes, institutions and woods, dinners and therapy sessions. The one thing that surprised him was the man who had made him like this was the closest thing anyone can get to a Wendigo without actually looking like one. He slipped into the other man's head and saw his love for the art of cooking and his hate for the rude. The other man, Hannibal, was an expert at killing and knew how to not get caught. From that moment on, Cas knew that Hannibal would be the one to ruin Will's life. In fact, he had already started.
"Cas, are you going to say anything or just dramatically stare into his eyes?" Sam's voice threw him from Will's mind and he knelt down. Several of the cousins' dogs had come into the kitchen and sniffed at the new man in the house and their fallen master, who was now uncurled and sitting next to Sam, his breathing back to normal and his back up against the wall, staring at the angel with intrigue.
"I apologize for my intrusion, William Graham." The angel wanted to fix Will so badly that he physically had to stand back up and turn away from the empath to resist the urge. "I... must be going. Good luck, William. You're going to need it."
"Wait, Cas!" Dean tried to grab his sleeve right before his friend disappeared, but he ended up swiping air. He ran his hand through his hair and yelled, "Son of a BITCH!"
"So, Will," Sam flipped through the FBI file, glancing up at his cousin a few times in the process, "Dean and I have been tracking this thing for a while."
Dean sang a really loud Metallica song from the shower and Sam yelled at him to shut up. He responded with the normal, "Whatever," with equal parts annoyance and boredom.
Sam rolled his eyes and took out a map and laid it on the table. It was marked with little red dots in every location that the same kind of thing happened. The dots were making their way up the east coast and slightly bending. A purple prediction line continued on up the country to New York city. "This angel has been hitting large, big, popular cities and a few smaller ones. We had a feeling that it was going to the biggest and most well known one on the East Coast."
"New York." Will nodded and sighed, his eyes looking even more tired than usual. "Why is it attacking cities. What are in cities?"
"Well..." Sam sighed deeply.
"You... don't know." Sam nodded. "And I'm guessing that you don't even know what it's name is, do you?" Sam looked guiltily away from his cousin and Will raised his eyebrows and put his hands on his hips, blowing air heavily from his mouth. "So you are pretty much flying blind here and you came here... Why?"
Dean chose this opportune moment to walk in to the room, a towel still wrapped around his waist. "What about flying? We're not flying somewhere, are we?" He looked at Sam uncertainly.
"No, it's just-"
"You guys are clueless about this case and you came to me. Guys, I tried to get out of the business. I really don't wanna have those nightmares that I heard you guy having last night."
"What?" Dean croaked, his eyes bulging out of his head.
"Both of you were screaming and when I went to check on one of you, the other would start fighting the blankets and neither of you two would stop. Finally, I made it so that one of you couldn't possibly hurt yourself, the the other would break free. When I finally got to sleep, Dean woke up and the rest is history."
"Don't pretend like you've been sleeping any better." Will stumbled back in surprise as Cas appeared two feet behind him.
"Cas, what do you mean?" Dean said, cautiously stepping in between his cousin and the angel. This conversation seemed like it could get dangerous very fast, and he know who would win (the non-human one) and he really didn't want the other one to get hurt.
"He doesn't get any sleep. He's too afraid. Every night he wakes up soaked in sweat somewhere other than his room."
"Stop it." Will was shaking in fury. Cas bowed his head towards him and Dean caught his right as he flew towards the angel. He spun his cousin around and held him by the scruff of his neck.
"Listen," Dean hissed at the furious man, "If you hit that big baby in a trench coat, you'll die. Literally. That dude punches you and you'll fly through the wall."
Will growled at his cousin and then looked angrily back to Cas. The man was sitting on the couch as the four dogs ran up to him. Winston, of course, ran to his master and sat next to him, checking on him and, after seeing Will's distress, whined and put his head on his human's leg. They sat down on the ground and Winston growled at the man on the couch. Cas stretched his arm out and pushed his arm down, making a shushing noise. The dog whined and looked down, suddenly unable to bark or make any noise louder than that small whine. The angel looked intensely at the other dogs and seemed to be telepathically communicating with them. They all sat down at exactly the same time and looked up at Cas as if expecting a command. Castiel stood up and looked at the Winchester brothers.
"That angel has been here before."
"What? How do you know?" Will got up, angrily glaring at the man in the trench coat. Cas looked at him with an almost hurt expression on his face.
"Your dogs are very clever. They would give their lives for you. They warned me about this angel's other appearance a few nights ago. They chased him down the hill and he vanished from there. Luckily, Harry managed to rip a part of the man's shirt." He gestured towards Will. "You were obviously asleep."
"Wait, wait." Dean shifted his stance and then looked back at Cas. "Could you tell the dogs to show us where the man vanished from exactly?"
The angel nodded and petted the closest dog, staring intently into it's eyes. The dog's muscles relaxed and it sat down with a small bark. It began rubbing its' paw across his eyes and barking in a seemingly patternless way. Castiel nodded and knelt down to its' level. It looked up at him and, to Will, Sam, and Dean's surprise, it nodded and went to the door, pawing at the bottom. Will opened the door and the five other dogs bolted after the dog in the lead.
"Ben wants us to follow him and the pack, but he wants the leader," he nodded at Will, "to stay behind. They say that the man could still be out there and he doesn't want his master to get hurt."
Will rolled his eyes. "I'm coming with you. This is ridiculous!" He shook his head frantically, in denial. "My dogs are NOT in charge of me."
Suddenly, the six dogs ran back to the house and sat down right in front of him. Winston growled at his master and Will backed up nervously. The way that the dogs were looking at him made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. They followed him into the house, following his every step with their heads, their big heads swiveling and their big almost black eyes boring into his head. Cas went in, sighing and shaking his head.
"They refuse to go if you follow after them." The man in the trench coat looked at Will intently. "Just stay here. We will report all of the information back to you. The dogs (Michael, Harry, Winston, Cory, Elton, and Elizabeth)," He pointed to each dog after saying their name, "will make sure we don't leave anything out."
"They can understand English?!" Will was starting to slightly panic.
"Of course. They follow commands, don't they?" Cas tilted his head slightly to the side when Will nodded. "They just have never had the ability to communicate with you. Now that you have a translator, they are very relieved." Cory barked. "Cory wants me to tell you that they would never betray your trust. Your secrets are safe with them."
Will nodded again, looking pale and slightly sick. "Well, I guess I'll have to say that I've seen weirder things, so..." he turned to his dogs, "thanks."
There was a chorus of barks and the dogs flew from the house, leaving a trail of flying papers, broken plates, and books in their wake until they managed to escape the house. They ran in an organized clump, making sure that they had trampled the grass and snow in a straight line for the humans to follow.
The ground was powdered with patches of snow, with the grass just peaking through. Rain had been frozen over night on the branches of the trees, making the clear ice look like glass christmas ornaments in November. The golden-brown tall grass went on for miles, only stopping for the small patches of woods that speckled the ground.
As the dogs sprinted through the trees and grass at an alarming rate, the men were pretty far behind, trying to slip on their gloves and hats and sprint at the same time. Dean was far in front of the rest, Sam was close behind, but the angel had somehow managed to keep up with the pack, staying right behind the last dog, but in front of the Winchester's. The dogs ran for about two miles, zigzagging and dashing through the trees with ease. When the brothers finally caught up to them, panting and gasping for breath, Cas looked as though he had just taken a small morning walk. He was straightening out his clothes and brushing off his jacket. He mumbled something and the dogs all sat down and looked at the boys.
"Show-off." Dean puffed into his brothers ear.
"I heard that." Cas's eyebrows were raised as he buttoned up his shirt sleeves. He looked around in intrigue and knelt down to pick something up. It was a shining river of smoke, a little bit like in the winter, when peoples breaths freeze, but this one was permanently opaque and solid enough so that he could pick it up without fear of it dissolving.
"This is angel Grace," he told the boys, "and it was ripped, forcefully, from its' owner. Sadly, this is just a tiny amount, not even enough to make much of a difference, but it might help me identify who the angel is." He put it into his pocket. "That's all we need. Let's go back, now that we have all that we need. Will will be anxious to hear what we have to say."
"Wait." Sam sniffed the air, his eyebrows scrunching up in confusion and disgust. "Do you smell that?"
The dogs ran over to a bush, just beside where the angel Grace had been. Dean peeked in and was instantly assaulted by the smell of a rotting corpse.
"Found a body. It looks about a week old."
"Oh, God. Another one. That's just great." Sam looked at his brother. "We've got work to do."
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Oh. My. GOSH. I AM SO SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU FOR THIS LONG! I've been so busy and am right now about neck deep in homework that has to be done before tomorrow. Who else hates math? Any other math haters out there? We should have tee-shirts or something like that.
Not only am I drowning in homework, but I forgot the plot of this story. I apologize for my idiocy.
Anyway, I apologize for Will's OOCness, I just haven't watched Hannibal for a while and when I finally could, my site shut down. Summer is just around the corner, so I may update sooner than before (I hope I do). Again, I am so, positively, truly, undeniably sorry for the long wait. I hope this chapter makes up for the delay.
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you SO much for reading!
REM