Part Two
The Rebellion
_Chapter Six_
Four years had past since the burglary and estranged disappearance of the mysterious Sam that had changed his life, without the Hunter ever realizing it.
Dean went on with his life, like nothing else mattered and at times he felt nothing more then a hardened criminal.
He kept seeing brief glimpses of him.
A sheen of mahogany hair, a glimpse of Hazel brown eyes and Dean had to do a double take.
The Angelic boy haunted him.
every thought stirred desire and regret.
Dean slept less and less, his nightmares were excessively vivid.
None of this compared to the dull ache in his chest, that would never fade.
The memory of that night bled into his thoughts, dredging up past regrets.
Did he regret that night and the way he had left Sam all alone, in a cabin in the woods in the middle of nowhere?.
If he didn't before, he was now.
He shouldn't be doubting himself, wasn't this what he wanted?
To be in solitude, wasn't this the punishment he had given himself for the neglect and eventual murder of his younger brother.
how many days, was his brother in that tub, rotting away.
Stripped of everything, tortured until he had nothing left to give and by whom. His own brother no less.
That fatal mistake had driven him mad, caused a permeate wedge between himself and his father.
Dean ran himself ragged trying to find out what had occurred that night while he was at the bar.
He drove to the town Library, to see if their were any records of Sam, but realized he never got a last name.
No one had heard of Sam, when he asked.
People looked at him, as if he were crazy,
was he?
He could be.
At night, his own voice resonated in his head, giving life, to a sick cycle carousal of phantom promises that he didn't get a chance to full-fill.
"wherever you go or wherever your think your going I'm going to" his own centrism
came back to slap him in the face though it was said in unbidden resolution.
It was torture, day in and day out. Days blurred into weeks hunts became a dangerous thing.
He was fearless, he was ruthless. His radical behavior spiraled out of control, he started picking fights and hitting on anything with two legs.
He even got into a fight with a little girl.
The little girl obviously won that little match.
Things weren't going so well, not since Sam's sudden and abrupt departure.
Whoever had taken Sam, was powerful. And was going to pay with his life.
The Hunter had crunched a beer can, tightly his knuckles ached with the pressure he was applying onto the crinkled can of bud-wiser, letting it drop carelessly to the cluttered floor.
"why had he ran, he could have prevented him, and at a time when Sam needed him the most. But he was so blinded own pain back then. The fear of losing Sam was too great.
But what wouldn't he give for a redo.
To anybody whom, may know Dean- might blanch at his sudden loss of appetite
Water tasted like vinegar, food like ash in his mouth.
It was painful.
It was pointless.
Depression had taken him, and made him its bitch. Sex turned meaningless, even though he found it, as his one outlet.
It twisted into a bunch of hot, heady bodies slamming into one another in attempt for relief.
A relief short lived.
If it was willing he would take it, no questions asked, he even slept with men from time to time the rough establishments of dominance, the need to feel wanted, to be in control
clashed within him.
It sickened him. But it never stopped him.
For a month he made a living out of that. It was all an effort to forget him, the one that gotten away, the one who had impacted his life in such a short time. The mysterious Sam as Dean has come to call him.
He took them to bed, stripped them down and rode out his frustrations. Ignoring the pleasantries.
He used them for his own purposes, like he had used Sam.
His need to forget drove him to accelerate.
His playmates liked it rough.
But he couldn't escape those eyes, whatever he did, no matter how many bodies he took, Sam was always there, always present in the back of his mind, his voice a faint murmur but those eyes, those celestial hazel brown eyes.
But come morning, they were always gone, whether it be Dean kicking them out or on their own accord. The walls reverberated with echoes of previous nights, lost in heat and rut of the moment.
Sexapades of various kinds.
Dean dabbled in it all.
It left the Hunter feeling warm and sedated.
for a brief moment he felt like he had succeeded on stomping out Sam's memory.
But it never lasted.
Between the heated grunts and desperate moans
The sticky releases.
Dean licked the cum from his fingers.
There were two things, they were never aloud to do, while they were at his cabin, to stay long and to speak.
It was all meaningless, one quick fuck after another, nothing satisfied him anymore.
As Dean sent another one of his consorts out he felt slow fatigue weigh onto his shoulders as he slumped into a chair nearby. He watched placidly swirling his spoon in his cereal, his body ached from his earlier festivities.
"Lucky charms he thought to himself, how ironic. A remorseful smile found its way onto his lips as he recalled first introducing Sam to his brother's favorite cereal.
He brought up his mug of coffee, black just the way he liked it.
Taking a long gulp.
Damn him, thought Dean. But couldn't really find it in himself to finish that thought, his eyes were red rimmed and sore with lack of sleep.
He set his coffee down, he had to get ready. Do some more research until nightfall and then set out for a cove of ravished blood thirsty Nephill, that took on a Vampiric appearance who were also lethal, and more deadly then you can imagine.
This was a Suicide trip.
He packed his gear, checked his guns and was out the door before dawn. But Dean didn't make it to the Cove, in fact he barely made it five yards when something caught his eyes.
A dark silhouette of a man, who looked familiar and in pain. But it couldn't be thought the Hunter he didn't think it was possible.
Whoever it was, wasn't moving and he wasn't alone either. Dean moved hesitantly towards the shade of the tree, moving a branch out of his way he ducked to get a better look at the unconscious man before him.
Familiar shaggy brown hair, caught the sunlight.
The hunter stumbled back in sudden recognition.
His throat felt dry as he tried to swallow a hard lump constricted in his throat.
"Sam!, Sam!
Sammy!.
In that moment of sudden realization struck Dean, falling onto his knees he gathered Sam's upper body into his arms pulling him close as he could.
The man in his arms remained unconscious.
His still form burning into the hunter's mind.
He barely registered the others presence.
Who was grotesquely poised against the base of an old rotten tree stump.
As the Hunter came face to face with his past regrets as well as repressed desires, another was just coming around.
A sharp intake of breath could be heard, As a bloodstained hand rested on a shallow cut, made by an angel dagger during their escape.
The fight with Ezekiel had taken a toll on him. As well as drained him of his energy breathing heavily he knew this vessel would not last. His eyes stayed locked upon his charge. Sensing his hosts dissipating lifespan start to wither.
For a brief moment he stopped eying the Hunter watching him interact with the Nephill.
His eyes blurred for a fraction of a second.
Reaching up, he dug his fingers into the rough bark, pricks of pain shot down his arm, through his fingers as he struggled to stand upon unstable legs.
Grunting, forcing his un-cooperating body to move a minute later successfully able to move away from the tree.
He stumbled landing on his knees. Gnashing his teeth together as to subdue the pain. He tore out the grass. Dusting himself off he made his way over to Sam. He stood tall, he had an intimidating presence about him. He schooled the pain. Grabbing Dean by the shirt collar and flung him across the yard.
Dean skidded along the dirt clotted ground, the force of the impact, sent his head flying backwards knocking it hard against the tree.
His body slumped admitting defeat in his posture.
Dean opened his eyes- only to be greeted with a splitting headache but nothing he couldn't handle.
Using the trunk of the tree for support he managed to find his way back onto his feet. He shook his head, getting rid of the vertigo.
He was stopped by a figure clad in a tan trench coat. his hair was a messy brown and his eyes were of a celestial blue. Beyond the coated figure he caught a glimpse of Sam.
Shallow cuts stung Sam's face.
But Dean couldn't be sure, not from this distance at least. With a cautious stride he made his way towards the somber outsider and his reason for living.
But paused upon seeing the full condition that Sam was in, shallow cuts stung his face, they ran all throughout his body disappearing into his leather clad armor.
That had a crater sized hole in it.
Dean fingered his neck, their was some type of cold metal around it. Almost like a collar. Dean gritted his teeth at the thought of Sam being treated like some mongrel dog.
This had been his fault. If he could have only seen past his own pain, perhaps none of this would have happened.
Dean cradled Sam's head, now fully aware of the messenger's presence.
Calloused hands smudged away the blood from his lips and chin. Green eyes lit up, as he caressed Sam's cheek bone.
"rise and shine Sammy" he whispered. He never thought he'd seen Sam again, but here he was.(covered in blood and cuts but here none the less) Dean felt a cold ramification coil and settle into his stomach.
Sam was trapped inside his own mind, he had finely made it back, when everybody and there brother said otherwise, he went and did it. He had proven them wrong. Sam broke free he fought for his freedom bit by grueling bit and won.
Dean,
Dean, a name.
A man, who kept him going.
Kept him sane. All those long tireless years. Making a pained face- he felt hot white pain erupt throughout is body, numbing his senses. Dulling his mind. He was vaguely aware that someone was trying to move him.
He was helpless to aid them. Being trapped here, in the nullified void. Were darkness was vast and light was fleeting.
He managed to subconsciously twist his body to see who it was, but realized his eyes refused to open.
Dean held tight sensing Sam was conscious but trapped somewhere within his own mind.
"everything is going to be alright he rushed to reassure him,
Sam faintly smiled hearing the rough and raw edge to the Hunter's husky baritone.
"I'm here now, and I'll fix this Sam. Somehow someway Dean murmured. I'll find a way Sammy, you can be sure of that.
Once again that dreadful virus entered Sam's body seizing his heart, the putrid disease infected his body. Sam sensed that this was Michael's doing, god's right hand gave a word of warning to him.
That if he was ever to leave his sanctioned prison, to choose the world of man over the Father of all, their would be a penalty to pay.
The angel was jealous, beyond jealous if you asked Sam. He was to die, a slow painful death.
"this could have all been prevented Samael Michael's disapproving voice broke through his reverie.
All of this happened because of me, because I wanted to know what laid beyond" thought Sam.
Michael had drilled it into his head, that if he ever got curious again. He would beat it out of him.
"welcome home, Samael welcome home"
It was obvious the Michael was taking no chances this time. The Nephill could feel the disease start to fester in his chest, a black cavity oozing it insidious poisons through his body.
It was barely noticeable.
And Sam would keep it that way. This time it was his turn to walk away.
This time, it would be different he would stay.
He winced, he could barely curl his fingers around Dean's who held Sam's hand in his own. Rubbing circular motions with the pad of his thumb.
Sam attempted a smile.
Four years didn't change much and yet it changed everything.
He was ready this time, he would don a brave bravado and face the man who had driven fear into him.
Dean wasn't perfect.
And Sam was no longer ignorant of what was around him.
But then define perfect.
In this crazy messed up world, they had found each other.
They came back to each other. Right then and there Sam didn't care about the last time he was here.
All that mattered now was that Dean was here.
Sam squeezed Dean's hand
The dark haired messenger stared broodingly out in thought. "so Sam did know this guy" he thought while watching them intently. He also caught a glimpse of a long edged knife that rested not even a inch away from the short haired hunter.
Dried on blood caked the outer rim. Sunlight glimmered from the silver tip down to the woeful belly of the knife.
An alarm went off in the messenger's head. He didn't like the feeling he got, when around Dean. It was foreign to him, whatever the case may be he was entrusted with the well being and care of the rebellious Nephill.
He sought to inject himself into the intimate moment.
My name is Castiel, and this is Samael I'm sure that you have met before, given the circumstances
"we need talk Dean"
"then talk Dean answered not looking up from comatose man in his arms. "I'm listening"
As Castiel went on to inform him, leaving off key details of the past four years of Sam's life.
The Hunter listened. "eh Sam, it sounds like you had good time, wherever this Eden is" he thought to himself. At least that's what Castiel made it sound like. _
Sam had moved on, with his life. Fell back into the same old routine, but in order for Dean to believe that, he would have to hear it from Sam himself first.
"How do you know so much about me! Dean demanded. His lively green eyes hardening in a defiant jade
A challenge was initiated.
"I am an angel of the lord Dean, I was the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition years before.
Dean stilled-reaching for the knife that had been soaking in holy water hours before- he sank the blade deep into Castiel's chest.
The messenger looked down, seemingly fascinated before pulling the blade out, it clattered against the ground.
"I don't care about you right now I am more concerned with Sam, as you should be then I am with you at this moment.
"your agitated Castiel informed. "I would have healed Sam by now, but something is preventing me.
"what is? What is preventing you?" Dean growled.
"Sam himself is" the Messenger informed.
Dean's gaze flicked back over to Sam.
One of these two were lying to his face, and since Sam was unconscious that left only one.
Castiel paused, sensing another presence this one, more animalistic. It wasn't safe here since the dawning war that forced God, to strike down one of his own sons, plunging him deep into the pits of hell, they had made the world in-between there homes. And Belial's elite were out in full forces as will as the first borns with there brothers and sister right behind them.
A pantheon of evil. All out in search for one.
Out here in the open- they were hardly safe. "we have to go, the messenger replied.
Dean was already a step ahead of him. As he encircled an arm around Sam's waist pulling him up he made sure he had a sturdy grip. "I just found you, I'm not going to lose you again the Hunter thought to himself dragging Sam's unconscious form towards the cabin.
"I have a cabin, up a ways its not to far Sam will be safe there Dean shouted over his shoulder at the angel following behind.
Castiel's eyes lingered as the Hunter made his way towards a small quaint looking cabin, hidden by a bushel of trees.
He was entrusted with Sam's behavioral discipline along with the overall well being by the commander and chief of all angels.
After the incident with the faceless angel that had harbored Sam's whereabouts and refused to give up his location.
Entering the Cabin, Castiel looked around- seeing a disarray of clothing draped along the couch and chairs. A stone walled fireplace was the center piece of the room, off to the side was a small kitchenette, the counter tops were littered with empty beer cans, and dirty dishes.
Dean made his way over to the couch while Castiel busied himself with the cabin, the angel made a disgusted face, raising an eye- at some of the things he found, and the unmistakable smells that he discovered. The hunter carefully deposited Sam onto the couch before retuning his attention the angel who was currently prowling through his house going over every item with a discreet eye.
Dean's left eye started to twitch.
Sam had been rebelling for the last four years nothing was ever the same, now that Sam knew what was out there their was no stopping him from wanting to learn more.
He was flirting with a dangerous concept. Betrayal wasn't something that the angels took lightly. Those sadistic holier then thou angelic assholes.
Taking pleasure in the reeducation of Heaven's assassins
Eden was a living breathing prism of light that had turned into an Alcatraz for the young brunette. He could remember the night that his father had brought him back home a grim look was marring his face, Sam was shamefaced as will as exhausted both mentally and physically drained.
As he felt himself being lowered to the ground he nestled into the cool grass wet with morning dew,
Sam drew in a ragged breath trying to stifle the pain-the ache in his chest was unbearable like someone had reached into his chest and was trying to rip out his heart.
"It will pass Samael give it time"
Sam seethed writhing in pain that coiled within his stomach, he began to wretch, in his fevered state he could barely make out what was real and what was a mirage.
Cold jade eyes watched on as Sam continued to vomit, chunks and blood.
Hazel eyes widened realizing that Michael was doing nothing but watching him.
Sam closed his eyes realizing that they would talk about this later.
After that night, everything fell back into rhythm, that is until a certain gatekeeper caught him trying to sneak out through them.
Sam was roughly hauled back by the solider of god, reaching out he grabbed the young Nephill by the wrist and half dragged half carried him all the way to the archangels chambers.
There were four chambers designed to specify the needs of the four great archangels known to man.
He was thrown roughly at the feet of the commander. Who stared in shock, forest green eyes widened.
"what is the meaning of this!" he demanded in a thunderous voice. That made the rest of the angels cringe.
"I caught him trying to sneak out again. Growled the solider glaring at Sam with a hate filled glare.
Sam gulped.
"Sam is this true he asked.
Sam didn't respond he just kept his head bowed so that the archangel couldn't see the resent in his eyes.
"Michael where is my keeper? Where is Sebastian? He demanded.
His voice quivered. Michael bypassed the question and went on to say, "I have assigned you someone new I assure you will like him, he is one of my most trusted angels, he will act as a Messenger and will be surviving as your guardian from here on out' the archangel informed.
"what about Sebastian? What did you do to him!
"Don't Say that name Samael!, never in my presence!
The brunette flinched but kept his head bowed, eyes downcast he knew from this day forward he was on his own.
Later that evening, Sam was returned to Eden- since the biblical paradise had woven itself into the half blood, it felt his pain and right now the luscious garden withered. Its full autumn trees twisted the ground dried up, the grass felt prickly under bare feet as Sam made his way through the garden his bad mood, setting Eden into a baleful wasteland.
Ezekiel kept a sharp eye on him. As he skipped stones on a nearby pond.
Sebastian the faceless angel was gone, and no matter what temper tantrum Sam seemed to throw, it wasn't getting him anywhere- though it never got him anywhere to begin with.
He was so blind, and now that he could see, he wasn't so sure he wanted to.
Things could go back to the way things were, Sam would have to learn with this new guy- and he would gradually ease into it.
Wouldn't he?.
Castiel younger brother to Raphael was here instead- the first time they met, Sam would never forget it was also the time, that the other archangels decided that he was a loose end that either had to be dealt with one way or another.
He was forced into an iron collar- a device that would keep his astral powers under control, mostly Michael's control. And Sam knew as long as he wore this blasted thing he was under their authorities
From the sidelines the Nephill looked warn and tired, he held none of that childlike exuberance that he once had with his parental figure. Now he was hard and defiant.
Always second guessing his guardian's words or actions. Getting into arguments that neither one of them would feel like they won. And as for Castiel he had never done this, Raphael never allowed him to interact always enforcing it in him. That they were better then all the rest.
That they were god's chosen.
And that the half bloods known as Nephilim only had one purpose in life, and that was to serve their masters.
Besides four years wasn't hardly nearly enough time for the Nephill to forget about the Hunter though Michael did his best and for the Hunter's sake Sam did as he was told. Samuel narrowed his eyes at the archangel who was fast approaching. Here comes another attempt at trying to dissuade me from the truth Sam thought. Watching as the commander strolled in.
Sam was seated under the shade of a large willow tree, a side of his face was black and blue from the previous night.
He flinched as Michael's nimble finger drew Sam's face upwards, he hated those cold calculating eyes.
Sam gnashed his teeth together, as he felt his father's finger trace the large bruise he flinched when Michael tested it.
Sam jerked his face away from the angel's touch.
What do you want from me!" I don't understand Sam gritted out "Why are you doing this?"
"it can wait, Michael went on "besides I've come here out of the goodness of my heart Samael look at me when I'm talking to you he instructed.
"this is all my fault, I should have watched you more closely, I didn't realize how much that human meant to you"
"leave him out of this! Sam hissed.
Michael cradled the side of Sam's face in his hand.
"now why are you causing so much trouble?"
"because your hiding something! Sam thought to himself, he bit his own tongue keeping from saying something he most reliably would regret.
I've had it Samael I'm tired of all this crap, their will be no more back talking, none of this freedom shit do I make myself clear! I want you on my side Samael, don't test me son! Even if I have break you to do so! I will! he whispered threat of a general that has never been denied.
" oh and before I forget Michael said moving to the side, to reveal a man in his mid thirties with dark hair and an ever present tan trench coat. his eyes were celestial blue they were both calming and cryptic. Sam had never seen him before.
"this is whom I was speaking of Sam, Michael's voice sounded in the background as Sam struggled to his feet Michael reached down offering a hand.
Sam was weary at first, but accepted it.
"this is Castiel. Castiel this is my son Samael he introduced the two.
Pleased by his son's acceptance of this new change in line up-, Michael excused himself for the night, departing for his chambers.
It was a week after their meeting, that Sam started to state his mind to his newly appointed Guardian.
Castiel did his best to squelch Sam's thirst for the outside world. Relaying the tale of Cain and Abel in gruesome details of the first murder. The Messenger thought he had gotten through to Sam. He thought the story of Cain and Abel had did the trick. But he was wrong. From then on, Sam was treated more like a prisoner he felt he actually was the one of them.
Only allowed meals times, and yearly visits from the other archangels. Raphael was smug pleased with his little's brother break through.
And when Castiel did break down and allowed the Nephill some small amount of controlled freedom.
Sam's body was contorted into a child's. he was leashed with a child harness and was barely allowed to speak as a result either Ezekiel or Cas had a say so as to how far Sam could go.
In the last few days of that month, Michal had attempted to erase the memories of Dean once and for all from Samuel mind. He did so by spending time with the adolescent he read to him-the bible, burned scriptures into his skin when he wasn't paying attention.
One night in Eden as the full luminous silver moon drifted aimless above, fireflies flickered in the night air as Sam watched them dance around in circles he clutched the grass as a wave of pain assaulted him, ripping out shards of grass. Once it passed he still remained mindlessly plucking the grass. The flowers started to wilt in sorrow as a tear slipped from the Nephill's eye.
Castiel stood by the gate. He had been summoned by the commander to find the Nephill and to bring him to the Fire chamber.
Sam avoided his eyes. His hand shook a vicious burn ran up his arm. Castiel licked his lips before deciding to pity the child. Sam was done he was just done, playing the good son had gotten him nowhere.
Sam looked up into concerned cerulean eyes, he took the offered hand.
Where are we going?, where are you taking me this time Castiel?" he asked.
Castiel smiled placing a hand on top of Sam's head and they were gone.
Sam was lead into a cathedral, down a dark corridor and into a spacious room.
he didn't like this place, it held to many horrible memories. He bit his tongue Castiel was just doing his job.
It was tricky getting past the angel of virtue, Michael had become more visusalant
In the past two years. Letting nothing slip by his hawk like eyes.
Sam could sense Michael. He twisted around "I'm through! Sam stated I can't do this anymore Castiel he pleaded as he was turned about once again.
Castiel closed his eyes, securing his hold on him. He didn't say a word as lead Sam further down the corridor and Sam knew better to struggle any further.
"What was that you said inquired the angel, catching the trailing end of Sam's earlier statement.
"you heard me!
Michael wasn't alone their were three other sets of eyes on him. Each looking disdainfully at the young half blood.
"Samael! He warned giving a condescending glare.
Sam gritted his teeth, "No! I'm done, I've played along with you bastards for two years now and for what! What are you hiding from me father! Should I even call you that Sam hissed fire flaring in defiantly in his eyes.
"I- Michael started to say but was instantly cut off by Sam.
"No Michael "I don't even understand why your so against Dean, what has he ever done to you!
Michael grew silent. "is that what you think Sam. Humanity is Father's pets. Their a dying race, there is no need to get involved or attached he'll only break your heart. Humans are expandable creatures they have an expiration date and Dean is no exception.
Sam huffed folding his arms, rolling his eyes in disbelief.
"your wrong father Dean isn't expandable you are!"
The Nephilim stood his ground as Michael rose from his seat, looking off to the side, he caught sight of the angel of vengeance and hatred who was standing at Raphael's side sending Sam scathing looks.
"I thought we've gone over this Samael "and what about Sebastian! Sam declared. Michael's breath hitched in his throat remembering the elder's grisly face.
What upset the angel the most, was that he took it, all of it.
He cried out in pain, but there was no begging of mercy. No pleas to stop. Nothing, and now that Sam wanted to know. Their was no way Michael would ever tell what he had done to Sebastian.
And the fact that Sam was so persistent in the matter angered him even further. Seeing the sudden change in his facial features Sam made a run for it.
Four figures leap from there places. Instantly pinning him down, bringing Sam to his knees he cringed as he felt a knee in his back pinning him to the floor. He struggled feeling a rough hand at the nape of his neck.
Sam howled struggling to break free but someone smashed his head into the ground with such force his head cracked open ;blood dripped from a small cut, down his forehead to his chin.
Voices reached his ears, they were faint though one of them was calling out to Michael who remained frozen in place. Suddenly Sam felt tremors of fear running through his body he had never seen his father so still. The Nephill tried to get up but someone grabbed his jaw jerking it roughly turned Sam's head to the side, so that he couldn't escape the intensity of the fire angel's gaze.
Dean, Dean, Dean where are you Dean, I need you I'm so scared? What should I do? What should I Do Sam thought fearing the worst.
A fist connected making Sam's head bounce off of the concrete floor, Sam suspected it was Ezekiel the angel who sometimes acted as the gatekeeper never liked him, not even as a baby. When his vision cleared, at least somewhat his eyes were still focusing on his surroundings when he realized Michael had moved he didn't have to look far him.
For he was standing over him.
Sam crawled barely moving when he felt a boot at his back, a heel came down on his head. Before the tip of the boot caught his rib turning him painfully over to his back.
Michael's foot stomped on Sam's chest keeping him from rising. Sam sank down in temporary defeat.
A hand gripped his mouth, forcing him to open wide. He bared his teeth as Ezekiel took a microchip and inserted it into a back molar- Sam hissed spitting blood into the angel's face.
Ezekiel was about to react when Michael stepped in. "that enough Ezekiel, I'll take it from here"
"were not finished here Ezekiel promised before walking away. Sam cried out in pain A cruel smile formed across Ezekiel's face.
"have fun Michael while you can, for I have plans for little Samael"
Sam twisted in agony, smelling the dying flesh, writhing as it filled his nostrils with its putrid smell. The sizzle, skin churned the contents of his stomach, bubbling from the heat of the hot brand.
Pulling back the brand- the anger that he held before simmered along with Sam new tattoo, now the world will see who Lucifer's son truly belonged too.
Castiel hid his guilt, he was one of them, who had held Sam down but didn't raise a hand to the boy.
He knelled to Sam's side running his fingers soothingly through Sam's hair as Sam was just concentrating on breathing. His eyes were wide with disbelief.
There was nothing Castiel could say to console the boy "everything is going to be alright were helping you Sam, all of this is for your protection. Castiel said. Michael loves you like a father he just doesn't want to see you hurt.
Somehow Sam had a hard time believing just that.
Sam could barely move to glower at his guardian, he could no longer hide his tears Castiel placed a hand onto his arm.
Michael rose from his kneeling position, that he had temporary had taken the time to soothe the burn.
Sam let out an earsplitting cry that curdled in his throat. Michael had taken his left arm and twisted it. Snapping his wrist and exposing the inner side. He held another brand- that burned brightly It was Raphael's symbol.
"you will be protected by all of us Samael he told him as he burned it into his Skin. Sam screamed as Castiel was forced to hold him in place.
Michael took out another this one belonged to Sadriaiel he placed at the heel of Sam's foot and pressed in. Sam kicked out but Michael caught it, and knelled Sam hissed, taking in a sharp breath Castiel had him by the shoulders, the Messenger kept the Nephilim focused on him.
Smoke came from the bottom of Sam's foot, he whimpered. Two down. And Sam didn't know how many more to go, or he could take.
Michael took out another. Uriel brand gleamed darkly.
"where are you going to put that?" Sam wondered. Before long he got his answer. He was turned onto his stomach, his shirt was pulled up, and his jeans were yanked down a bit revealing his lower back.
Sam reached out and clutched Castiel's hand as the brand went down. He bit down, his teeth grinding together.-Uriel mark- "three down thought Sam.
"two more Sam Castiel whispered "your doing fine, were both very proud of you"
Gabriel's brand was up next. Michael held it between his thumb and forefinger.
Michael moved. Castiel switched sides. But this time Castiel didn't hold Sam's gaze Michael did.
Michael wrapped an arm, around his son's chest. Before pealing away the rest of the shirt, pressing the brand against his right Shoulder blade. Sam screamed and thrashed in the ambassador's grasp. "its almost all over Samael, just one more and then I promise, you'll start seeing things in a whole new light. He gave a fatherly kiss, to the Nephill's forehead. Encouraging Sam, as he placed a hand over his chest. A burning white light entered him marking him with Castiel's brand.
Sam passed out shortly afterward.
Lucifer's son slept for several days straight. Castiel had grown concerned he asked his big brother if he could do something. Raphael just looked at him. With Michael in heaven he couldn't say what he wanted to say. So instead he said. "tend to him brother like he is one of us, treat him with kindness but with firm discipline- as for now, Sam needs to feel like he isn't so alone.
"He will never be alone again"
He needs to trust us Raphael explained.
"I think I understand replied Castiel. Sam awoke to find the Messenger with fresh water cupped in his hands offering it to Sam in hopes he would drink.
"what are you doing?' didn't you do enough" Sam said coldly.
Castiel cocked his head to the side, before pinching his nose and pouring the cool liquid down Sam's throat. The brunette choked a little, as Castiel went back to fetch more, this time brining a pitcher.
"I-I can do it myself Said Sam reaching out for the glass of water that the angel had exchanged the pitcher for.
Sam fumbled with the water and In the end accepting Castiel's offer.
Sam knew he had to find away out of this, the mess he had created so long ago.
Two years later a few days before the Hunter and the Nephilim were to meet again.
Sam had somehow lost Castiel and gained entry into Heaven's library.
Everything was in it. From the beginning of time, to their darkest will kept secrets.
Sam skimmed through some of the books. Not knowing exactly what he was looking for, just something he could use.
"bingo Sam thought eying a file cabinet, whatever he was looking for would definitely be in that.
He had flipped through some folders. Images, of letters of the past filled his mind. He learned about Sebastian and the first Nephill. Found a paragraph from the book of Mathew. And the tragic story of the Nephilim. Who they were, how they were described as abominations, sins against god and anything holy.
He made sure he wasn't leaving a incriminating trail as he pulled out another- this one was a folder with his name on it.
Sam forced himself to read everything even though halfway he wanted to throw it away in disbelief his whole life was one big lie. Michael had a lot of explaining to do. He left the Library with a little more then he wanted to know.
He had a Mother. "I bet she's was warm and loving he thought.
He had a Father. I bet he's strong and doesn't take shit from no one" And the one he thought was his, was an imposter, Sam didn't know what hurt the most.
He couldn't think about this now.
Castiel had found him later inside a enormous garden maze that Eden had created for her Nephilim inhabitatint. Near a gigantic fountain with tiny goldfish splashing around inside it.
Sam looked up and smiled. "hey Castiel he said. "Sam I have some disturbing news to tell you he said.
Sam didn't like that look in his guardian's eyes.
""what is it Castiel? Come on, you can tell me Sam said. The angel licked his lips. "we have been summoned by the archangels. They found incriminating evidence that someone has broken into the Library"
Sam froze "what? He asked.
'you'll will be coming with me, its not a bad thing he reassured, though Sam was less then sure that he wasn't going to like this outcome.
The Messenger was called in for a small briefing, Sam followed shortly afterwards. He never let on that he knew, that this room was filled with venomous lies spun by heartless liars he couldn't believe that he fed into this for so long.
He didn't know who to turn to.
He stared at the four archangels in silence.
Michael.
Gabriel,
Raphael,
And Uriel all stood before him.
"This was bad, this was really bad he didn't care what Castiel thought. They were going to kill him.
Sam felt the sudden urge to run, but qualm was still there.
Castiel came up from behind him, placing a hand over his shoulder but before he could whisper words of reassurance he was ordered to seize him. He did so, pulling Sam's arm back and forcing him to the ground.
This was the angel council made up of the four big bads. That heaven had to offer.
"what do they want from me thought Sam to himself.
"It has come to our attention, that you have too much freedom here, your not like us Samuel you have tainted blood. Do you understand. Spoke Uriel.
Sam took in a breath and exhaled before answering. "yes sir, I know that he replied gritting out the words. Michael suddenly went rigid, as Sam unintentionally admitted to knowing something he shouldn't have. The archangel of fire's hands baled up into fists as he tried to control his temper.
Sam was roughly hauled to his feet, he shot Castiel an icy glare as he was lead up to Michael.
"it is my job to protect you Samuel Castiel replied. Michael snatched his son, by the shirt searching Sam's eyes for the truth.
He must have found it, for he gritted his teeth and hauled the young Nephill behind him. The rest of the archangels following them back into the prism of Eden. She shifted as Sam suddenly entered.
Eden was the only mother the Nephilim had ever known. She had taken care of him- along with Sebastian when other refused.
"this all started with that godforsaken ancient Nephilim Sebastian, its his fault and if I knew where he was I would make him suffer again and again.
"then we should see to it, that they are never to meet again Spoke Raphael.
"then I guess, Your looking for us then came a pair of voices from behind the council.
Two silhouettes stood outlined in the shadows.
Bram and Brom,-neither of which liked the archangels very much who thought they were superior to others.
But Ezekiel was another story.
Not often had the gods of resurrection interfered with the affairs of angels. But when Ezekiel asked one of the brother's if they could take Sebastian and hide him out somewhere.
They had agreed and Michael was none the wiser.
But that was a long time ago, and now Michael was here and dealing with there here and now.
Michael through Sam to the ground, "you know what Samael Uriel might be right, you do have too much freedom" but right now I can't think of a suitable punishment for you. For now, you are not allowed out of Eden. And if I catch you in that Library again. Michael didn't have to finish that sentence Sam knew what would happen.
The same thing that had happened to Sebastian might happen to him.
Once again Michael had proven his point.
A little after that Michael had left along with the others.
Sam began to starve himself, refusing the nourishment that Eden offered.
He barely talked, and was forced liquids. The Guardian had to keep him alive, Michael was angry but would eventually get over it, and if he came back and found that their ace in the hole was dead.
Then they would have more problems to deal with then jump starting Armageddon.
"you need to eat Castiel commanded.
Sam turned his head in defiance. That is until he caught sight of Michael coming through the gates a stern look on his face- "he need to eat it, force him to eat the commander commanded.
"And you!- he turned to Sam-why can't you do as your told!" he came up to Sam who had been sitting under an old cedar tree, Sam's wrists were wrapped in cable his ankles were sore and bruised.
Michael produced a loaf of bread, and handed it to Sam. "Eat it Samael gain your strength son"
"I'm not your son am I" questioned Sam. He hadn't taken the loaf of bread.
Growing impatient Michael gripped Sam by the chin prying his jaw open and stuffing a piece of bread into his mouth. "Swallow he ordered. Not releasing Sam's jaw until he did so.
Sam complied reluctantly.
Pleased with the result Michael tore off another chunk of bread. But when Sam refused again. He used another strategic move. "I know this is hard on you, Faceless was a big part of your life he shouldn't have filled your head with such nonsense sympathy soaked into a gruff voice. "
He was a big part of my life Sam agreed. Using this opportunity of distraction Michael pressed a chunk of bread to his son's lips " eat he commanded.
Sam was torn he didn't know what to do, this was what his life would be like from no on- under the control and mercy of the high commander. A tear leaked out from his eyes as he nibbled on the loaf that was presented before him.
"those wires wont be there forever Sam, until I can trust you again they will be though. You brought this on yourself Sam.
"oh yeah, and you had nothing to gain from it thought Sam. Lucifer's son, held no doubt that Michael was capable of breaking him. Truthfully he'd rather be dead, then some prideful bastards pet.
He was about to retort. When a sudden ruckus interrupted him. It was coming from the gates where Ezekiel was posted.
The sound of his voice and a woman's could be heard.
"let me through, your boss has stolen something from mine!, twenty two years ago and I have come to reclaim it"
"Beliel stand down, your powers are worthless here retorted Ezekiel
Sir! Castiel's abrupt appearance startled Sam.
"what is it?" he asked his eyes gleaming with hope something was happening, something big and he wanted to be a part of it.
"what is it Castiel replied the Commander.
"we are under attack, its one Lucifer's wives. The Guardian announced.
"What! This can't be no demon has that power.
"which one? he asked.
"Beliel sir, she has rallied some of the rebels that had went into hiding after the big rebellion. She's after Sam.
Michael had heard enough at this point. "make sure Sam stays here, until I get back understood"
Sam struggled in his restraints. "can someone please tell me what's going on! Who is attacking?.
Michael for once in my life tell me the fucking truth! He shouted. Using his legs, as will as a useful tree trunk he slid up and onto his feet. Pain shot up his legs. As he started to wobble towards the gate.
There were screams, so shrill it could pop your ear drums. Inhuman howls that curdled blood.
But before he could get far, Castiel tackled him grabbing him and pulled him back. Just as someone's skull was crushed through the bars. Eden shook, pulling both the Nephill and the Guardian away from the chaos. "this is only the beginning Sam, Michael was right about one thing you do have a lot to learn., don't be rash in your judgment.
"But he lied to me Cas" Sam tried to explain
"to protect you Castiel clarified. He loves you Sam, your like the son he never had your just not seeing the big picture.
"will I don't know Castiel, I think I am, no father's I know would brutally brand their own son"
"Fine the angel caved. "you win Sam, but if I can show you what Michael was talking about will you stay without a fuss?"
Sam had to contemplate this, because he wasn't born yesterday. Michael had pulled this one on him before. Trouble was, is that Castiel was putting his neck out on the line.
_ Chapter Seven_
Dean peered out through the underskirt of curtains, a pack of bloodthirsty Nephilim were out prowling the area sniffing the ground like a bunch of wild animals. Their black charcoal skins blended in well with the waning night. Their nocturnal yellow eyes peered right back and straight through the translucent curtains.
The hunter moved out of the way, out of sight,- pressing his back against the wall to avoid being seen. Their sight was impeccable their sense of smell remarkable but they lacked the capacity to think on their own. Their was always a leader. An Alpha.
Stronger then the rest. And often hidden with every pack. Dean gripped his machete as he watched the messenger deposit Sam onto the couch.
Dean took notice giving himself a brief interlude of thought.
This was his second chance, he needed to prove to Sam that he wasn't the same man he was four years ago.
Dean pushed himself off the wall he was heading out.
He had dealt with these type of Nephilim before. They were called Jackals vicious bloodthirsty mongrels that could take the form of man or beast.
The guardian made eye contact wit him.
"Contact me if he awakens, Dean said- and Cas. One more thing don't get comfortable he told him before making his way through the door.
Outside the cabin Dean stood in front of the doorway blocking the entrance his eyes burning cold an automatic handgun gripped tightly in hand a bowie knife tucked safely beneath his belt along with a machete in the other. He shot two rounds into the nearest jackal, ducked a swiping claw and rebounded with the Machete goring the beast through the abdomen wrenching the blade out in one fluid motion. The Jackal howled.
The Hunter cut one across the face as another jackal struck out but Dean was too mast he gripped the hairy hand aiming the automatic point blank and fired.
Shooting the Nephilim in the head.
As the bodies accumulated around the hunter their leader as will as two lucky underlings made their escape.
Dean watched them disappear contemplating on whether to go after them or not,
In any normal circumstances he would, disregarding all aspects of turning up alive but he had other business to return to, more importantly four years to catch up on. Dean grimaced only now noticing the gaping flesh attached to his shoulder.
Four deep gashes marred him, he could feel the warmth of the blood, as it made its way down his arm.
The Hunter made his way indoors they were safe for now, he would tend to his injuries then he would see to Sam's after.
Castiel watched as the hunter made his way through the door- the green eyed hunter made eye contact with him before disappearing into the far recess of the cabin.
Their had to be a way to convince Sam that this was a bad, idea that Michael and the others had been right and they had only been looking out for his best interest.
It was cold when he first awoke sending a shiver down his body his eyes burned his body ached he found it hard to breathe. When Sam opened his eyes he was alone in a dark room.
Castiel had hidden himself.
Sam looked around for the hunter only then noticing the empty space where the hunter should have been.
"your awake!" called Dean as he entered the room from the hallway in nothing but tight denim jeans he
His shoulder was patched with gauze already saturated with blood, their was the beginnings of a dull ache forming in his shoulder but he ignored it for now in favor of Sam.
He sauntered in seeing Sam was awake and having troubles sitting up, "here let me help you he said he was instantly put at ease when hazel eyes landed on him.
A pair of eyes that seemed to only haunt him in his dreams.
"Jeez Sammy he thought his eyes tracing Sam's form. What happened to you?.
How do you feel he asked the Nephill placing the wet towel around his neck.
Sam was quiet for a long minute, this didn't seem real. Sam moved a hand subconsciously to his arm. He knew what lay underneath his garnets and armor.
And he wasn't ready for the Hunter to find some of his more prominent scares.
Sam cringed once again trying to sit up Dean placed a hand on the cold metal breast plate that shielded the Nephill's heart.
"lay back down Sam said Dean, I gotcha I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to ya he promised this time silently vowing to keep his promise.
There was an awkward silence
Dean licked his lips throwing his towel to the side he made his way over pulling up a chair he turned it around so that he was sitting backwards facing Sam.
"Can I get you anything he asked figuring that Sam might be hungry.
Sam nodded and the Hunter got up to go into the kitchen to make some toast for the both of them.
Sam peered over at a darkened corner he knew he wasn't alone, that Castiel was silently watching him.
They had a bet after all, a stupid one and one that Sam would go to great lengths to win if it means earning his freedom.
But then again Castiel never promised freedom. And who said that he wouldn't double cross them.
Castiel had a big task to accomplish he was tired of Samuel blatant rebellious behavior that he intended to nip in the butt. Castiel had heard a lot about Dean Winchester and his family.
The death of the youngest.
A bull headed father.
The whole family was jinxed.
Bad luck seemed to follow them everywhere
And Dean was another obstacle he had to consider.
The hunter slept in the chair- which looked uncomfortable he had draped his leather jacket over the young man who he managed to get sleep only after the talked while eating. It was quiet chatter no one mentioned four years prior.
Sam laid sprawled out on the couch his leg had been twisted in the fall Dean had to break it and then set it. Dean recalled Sam wincing in pain as the Hunter popped his kneecap back into place with a pop.
A week had past, since their fall Sam was recovering nicely at least now he could sit up, but he had to be careful, his powers had been drained. and he still couldn't get this collar off
Dean had asked questions about the collar tried to get Sam to spill the beans but Sam wouldn't. he wouldn't recall that night the collar was fastened to his neck.
Dean had dropped it for now-but later would pick up where he left off.
Unfortunately the Hunter had left Sam alone under the watchful eye of his guardian, who had appeared out of the blue with another agenda in hand.
The pack had returned and the Hunter had left.
Sam didn't remember Dean being so bossy but he promised to stay put- even though Dean had nagged him until he said so.
He was under the mercy of the emotionally challenged angel, Sam tried to make himself comfortable moving his leg, it gave a jolt of pain in protest.
Its been a week Sam was starting to get nervous Dean was gone a long time and Castiel wasn't helping.
"with a broken leg Sam there is nothing you can do- the chances of a single hunter surviving a pack of vicious Nephilim aren't great" Castiel appeared on the chair sitting backwards just like how he saw Dean had.
"you could have healed me Cas Sam replied.
But then my point wouldn't be made Samael. Sam cringed he hated that name.
"if your so worried about him why don't you go after him the angel inquired. Sam turned his head
"you still believe in what Michael has taught you, he is after all the one who raised you, going against him, do you think you could honestly win, little brother. Cas said genuine concern on his face.
"no! Sam said with aching truth he had put up with Michal's bullshit for year now it looked like Cas wanted him to suffer: it appeared that Castiel was like all the rest.
Sam got angry. "I thought you said you would give me a chance. Let me have a chance Castiel and if your right, their will be no more complaining on my end. You have my word.
Sam stood up, pain shot through his broken leg, he gritted his teeth in pain, but he was determined to find Dean.
A hand rested on his chest. "I can barely move he told Castiel. "I heard from others Sam that certain humans called hunters lived amongst the children of god, they've seen more in their short life spans then most of them. They seek us out, the hunt us and what I have witnessed this past few weeks- Sam he hunts our kind.
Castiel pushed the young man back down "there are things about yourself that your only now discovering there is a reason why he kept what you are a secret Sam. Your no ordinary Nephilim. You're the son of a great archangel.
As your guardian and as a messenger I am asking nicely to give up this nonsense, this isn't a game Sam, lives our at stake. I can ask Michael to go easier on you.
Sam sat silently growling to himself.
But you can heal me Sam growled.
Cas shook his head no, he wouldn't heal Sam, he knew Sam would just run away if he did.
Sam fidgeted in his seat he knew he couldn't get far not with an injured leg but he had to try.
Sam tested his leg he had to warn Dean even if the Hunter ended up hating him at least Dean would be alive.
Sam made his move, wrenching himself off the couch he stumbled forward, Cas caught him in his arm.
"where do you think your going he asked a stern look in on his face.
"Your not my father Cas so quit it he snapped.
"your going after him aren't you Castiel said.
"yes Sam hissed in pain are you going to stop me! He growled back. Pain ripped through his leg as his leg gave out, he was instantly rendered immobile. Cursing he was tired: tired of people telling him what to do and how to live his life, what he did wrong tired and in pain.
Castiel crouched over Sam, If I heal you, and allow you to go after the Hunter then I expect you keep up your end of the bargain Castiel said. Healing Sam with his touch.
Sam was speechless for a long moment just staring at his guardian before getting up, it wasn't like he had a choice the offer was sealed with a touch of a hand. His soul burned with the emblem. "Don't make me come after you Samael Castiel warned before he disappeared leaving Sam to make his way out the front door.
After Sam left Castiel buried his face in his hands he couldn't believe what he had just done: healing the Nephill. He was seriously about what he said to Sam.
He was determined that Sam was never going to fall into the hands of Lucifer and Beliel. Who Michael had fought tooth to nail to keep from meeting.
he had done as he was told keeping Sam in the dark for his own good. Now that the mourning star was shedding light into Sam's world things were bound to get bloody.
_Chapter eight_
Sam burst through the doors not looking back, yes things had changed but that was to be expected. He was fed up with being scared and now he was more pissed then frightened. He needed to find Dean.
The hunter would know what to do, and if the angel was somehow right, if Dean didn't accept him for who he was- then he'd whether die.
There was no way he was going back to Michael.
Back to Eden.
Dean was currently tracking down the leader of the jackal pack it took him six long hours and seven days to find him. But he finely had him in his sights. Six yards away stood the leader with his back towards the hunter. He was talking to a woman with long auburn hair, he couldn't get a good look at her the Leader was standing in his way.
Dean inched closer to get a better look without being seen. The Leader looked swiftly in the hunter's direction. Dean could feel his muscles tighten, his heart thumping. He watched as the woman took her leave that was when he noticed a nasty scare marring her back.
The Leader stayed behind he knew their was someone out there, a hunter perhaps.
Could it be the same hunter who single handedly slaughtered his men?.
Vengeance simmered through the Jackal's vains.
"I know your there! Come out come out wherever you are" called the Jackal in a gruff voice his patience wearing thin.
The Hunter's eyes darted back and forth.
He crept along the crab grass trying to shield himself from view until he knew what he was going to do.
Unlike the others the leaders were a particular pain in the ass. They were a fucking bitch to kill and they seemed to know a lot more then they want you to know.
Through the shrubbery Dean got a good shot of the Jackal from where he was, he aimed the gun knowing this would piss the beast off more then not.
Dean cocked the gun back creeping up a little bit further the grass rustled under his weight of a heavy boot.
The Jackal cocked his head to the sound, his yellow demon eyes locked on the Hunter's as Dean fired. The resounding blast cut through the air disturbing a tree full of birds that scattered away into the sky.
The Hunter's eyes widened, the Jackal had disappeared.
Suddenly A clawed hand gripped the hunter by the back of the head.
Dean grunted in pain: yelling and cursing he could feel his skull being crushed, he had dropped the gun as he struggled to reach his machete, the Jackal glowered at the Hunter his world was slowly disappearing all thoughts dispersing: Dean thought of his brother: the blood on his hands. That would never go away, He thought of Sam and the warmth of his smile, the brazen mark on Sam's chest-
The Hunter twisted trying to get free, The jackal's sharp nail began to cut into the Hunter's temple. This was it, this was how the great hunter Dean Winchester dies. Forced to his knees, on the filthy ground: while his skull is slowly being crushed by sharp jagged nails
NO!….
Dean fell to the ground as the Jackal was knocked back by a high key energy blast. Sam stood meters away looking as angry as hell. The hunter struggled to lift his he head and to regain his senses- but when he finely managed he was stunned to see Sam there. The hunter tried to get up, but only managed to fall down.
The leader snarled at the Nephilim.
"why do you protect this human , brother!" he is the one who kills our kind, this is sport to him! To all like him! He shouldn't be allowed to live! You're the last of our kind, he seethed out.
Disgruntled the Jackal shook his head a side of his face was burnt and smoking.
Sam ignored him making his way over to the Hunter.
He couldn't allow Dean to die like this.
Dean, Dean Sam repeated Can you hear me he asked in a timid frightened voice.
The Hunter cracked open an eye. "I'm going to have one hell of a killer headache come morning he replied clutching his head.
"Dean don't! -you don't have to do that anymore, especially not with me! Sam said. Dean blinked, giving Sam a crocked half smile, but didn't say a word just allowed Sam to help him up.
He looked the wounded beast in the eye. "you're the one who shouldn't exist, at least Sammy here knows right from wrong!
"all Nephilim turn out like me" said the Jackal with a crocked smile Even little Sammy here, he included Sam is after all what we've been searching for.
The prodigy has finely returned home.
Dean reached into the back of his denim jacket and pulled out another gun. He had about enough shit from this guy to last him a lifetime he aimed it at the Jackal "you think that will kill me" laughed the Jackal.
"I'm not like the rest Winchester, I don't die so easily.
"That's what I was hoping for" Dean smirked itching to take out his anger on something
The Jackal growled biting his lower lip, blood dribbled onto its chin as a long rough tongue came out to smear the blood away. "Fine then, shoot me"
aiming for the pendent around the Jackal's neck he squeezed the trigger The Leader's eyes widened panic and fear consumed him , as he struggled to get up to get away but he couldn't move fast enough realizing that the hunter had figured out his weak spot.
_ Chapter nine_
The bullet ricocheted through the air, the small piece of hot lead hooked itself into the Jackal's chest tarring apart the amulet of the beast. Sam sported a content look- watching as the other Nephilim writhed in pain, he clutched Dean as the Hunter's body slowly won out. A cold jade eye pierced the Alpha.
How could this be? This wasn't supposed to happen, Sam was supposed to be on their side.
A human hunter and a fallen one were never meant to be.
Sam supported the Hunter's weight the Hunter aimed the gun, the gun quivered in his hand Dean gritted his teeth sinking his fingernails into Sam's shoulder blade who grunted in pain but remained silent.
The Leader's face began warped in grotesquely the beast began to claw at its chest, its large claws catching flesh.
A gruesome pain filled howl ripped through his throat. And filling the dead air with its grisly sound- As his hand itched again as the beast started to decompose
Dean automatically went to shield Sam away turning the brunette's head into his shoulder. Sam growled into the hunter's shirt clad shoulder Dean had effectively Shielded him from the mental image of the Alpha
The Nephill could feel something dark crawl along the inside of his skin, weaving itself into his blood. But the more he struggled the tighter Dean held.
He felt the frustration of the young man in his arms, the justified resentment. Sam was barring his teeth.
What the Alpha had said made sense, and since the Hunter was alive and fairly well Sam could rest easily.
He could defeat them, all of them.
Could the Jackal have right? Was Sam turning angry cries turned into desperation, the truth was Sam didn't know a whole lot.
"its alright Sammy Dean spoke "its all over said the Hunter Dean ruffled Sam's hair, Sam lifted his head.
Silently Dean was still trying to analyze all this.
How had Sam found in such a short time, the cabin was a week worth trip to and from.
Dean's facial expression changed why was Sam here come to think of it, didn't he give a direct order to Sam and his Guardian to stay put….. Unless something had happened forcing the young man to run away.
The Hunter took his time on the way back, his head had been killing him for half a mile or so-the scavenger had nearly ended his life.
Sam followed him back a few feet behind him, this time Dean would make sure Sam wouldn't get away. Dried blood caked the right side of the Hunter's head a nasty gash was hidden behind a lock of hair.
Dean tried to ignite a small conversation but it seemed the Nephilim's mind was somewhere else.
The Hunter didn't know what was bothering the tall brunette but he was determined to find out. He grimaced trying to locate where they were at, he was hoping if they walked quickly they could make it in five days instead of seven, but seven was looking pretty good to where the Hunter was at.
"Dean you need to sit down Sam said, realizing how bad off the Hunter truly was
"I'll be fine growled Dean.
"no your not! Sam countered. At least let me look at that he stated. Dean inwardly smirked at himself at least he got Sam talking.
Dean groaned he could start to feel the of head beginning to bruise, he silently cursed the jackal
"Burn in hell you fleabag he thought bitterly.
Sam handed him a container full of water "Drink up he said Dean complied greedily gulping to the cold refreshing liquid and swiping his hand across his lips he hand the half empty container back to Sam
Dean looked around for a minute "will crash here he said out-loud.
After Sam tended to the Hunter's wounds, Dean hissed as alcohol was applied to cleanse the wound. Dean took a swig of the bottle but didn't offer any to Sam.
Dean found himself not really needing to know why or what happened all those years. In time he will find out. He wasn't about to start a chick flick moment.
Dean frowned eying the steel collar he reached out placing a hand around Sam's dog collar, Sam inwardly flinched at the touch the cold steel felt lifeless. Dean licked his suddenly drip lips, his eyes darkened as he asked.
"what is this? He inquired.
Sam bowed his head speechless. …before answering ….."It a contentment unit it keeps my powers in check.
Dean was silent for a moment Did Sam say he had powers? That was impossible but then again that boy was pretty impossible, who wouldn't have heard of ACDC or Led Zeppelin….. Figures Dean would find the boy who escaped from the nut hut, but then again with his line of work he didn't want to take precautions.
Sam looked at his feet, he heart raced with fear. He knew this day would come, he knew Dean would figure it out.
"Supposedly I've been told, I'm the last of my kind he answered.
Dean grumbled his head was beginning to hurt, this conversation would have to be held at another time.
"Can I trust you? asked the Hunter.
Sam bulked, before nodding "you can trust me hunter he answered.
Then its settled your not a threat!
And that was that for now they put all behind them, and focused on getting home Sam had mentioned Castiel wanting to return home but wasn't allowed to leave without him. Dean nodded his head started feeling better though he had a killer headache.
"Dean Sam said the Hunter eyed him, just so you know, it wasn't my idea that day to leave it was the first insight that the Hunter got and I wouldn't be the last.
Meanwhile back inside the Cabin the Guardian was getting nervous, Sam should have been back by now he thought his anxiety rising. He was pacing back and forth peering out the window on occasions looking for any sign of the Hunter and his charge.
On the sixth day it was starting to get late the Sun was sinking into the horizon, gleaming off a lake nearby Castiel sighed in relief seeing two silhouettes coming up a hill. One looked to be injured while the other was trailing behind.
A door creaked open and the messenger thought he heard footfalls but he didn't see anybody he turned around when he heard a clatter behind him, Suddenly his world went dark as his vessel was knocked out.
Making their way inside Dean grumbling behind Sam who disposed of the Hunter's Knapsack full of partially used supplies. The room was dark and eerily quite.
"where's your friend the Hunter asked seeing the Messenger nowhere to be found, Sam looked up from where he was at eying the cabin, the cabin appeared to be empty.
An unsettling feeling came over the Hunter "stay put he said to Sam. Sam looked up in confusion but nodded his head. The silence had offset the Hunter knowing that stern angel wouldn't just disappear like that especially without Sam…. Not that the Hunter would let that stubborn ass take Sam without a fight…. Dean walked around the apartment checking rooms, bathroom, kitchen. He finely stumbled on the still form of the angel he stilled, having a sinking feeling that they' weren't alone… but he left Sam alone.
He was about to turn and go find Sam when he ran straight into Sam. "Sorry bout that, Sam said rubbing the back of his head in a nervous gesture.
Dean brushed himself off and made his way back onto his feet.
Dean momentarily broke away venturing into the cabin "if you see anything shout, I'll be in the next room he told Sam before disappearing Sam frowned but did as he was told.
Dean checked every room again, still feeling like Jeepers Creepers monster was watching him and licking its lips in anticipation it was one of his brother's favorite movies, and now one of Sam's. he couldn't shake this feeling of being watched.
He couldn't do this alone, he knew that and the only one he could turn to was Bobby but the Junkyard Hunter was on a hunt of his own which meant he would have to rely on someone he hadn't spoken to in years. … Dean was about to pick up the receiver and make the call when something caught his eye, it was in the next room hidden deep within the shadows. Watching Sam- it stole Dean's breath away- What was that? He needed to Sam out of there and fast.
He needed to warn the young man that he was in danger but his throat suddenly dried up, he couldn't even squeak out a sound,
The tall brunette suddenly jumped startled out of his thoughts by a grisly hand that had gripped his shoulder
Sam's eyes winded in horror as he spun around taking a fevered step back and bumping into the wall- it was hard to distinguish it, it could feel the feel radiate off of Sam's body his insecurities flashed in his eyes.- with a regretful moan it dropped its hand
Sam couldn't take his eyes of its hideous face it was like staring into the face of a mutilated doll, a grotesquely warped mutilated doll.
What Sam didn't know what that Sebastian had found him, after long a tireless years of searching his old caretaker was still alive and had found him.- it tried to communicate with him but Sam was too afraid to listen, it was an old ancient language that if Castiel was conscious he would recognize immediately as being the language of the fallen ones.
In many ways Lucifer's child was young a naive, he only suffered a small taste of their wrath and when Michael found them he would show no mercy… not even to Sam.
Dean watched their interaction, it didn't look like that thing was on the attack a mournful sound ripped out from it throat as it stretched its bloody limb out a gnarled hand came up to caress Sam's cheek …. Sam flinched away… those hollow makeshift eyes bore into his … and that was when the Hunter had enough Dean forced moved shoving himself between Father figure and Son.
Dean gritted his teeth in anger… "were you the one who did this! He snapped gesturing to the unconscious angel who laid sprawled across the floor…. Sebastian looked at Castiel a distasteful sneer on his lips … images appeared in his mind, unspeakable acts they had commented and had done to his former charge passed through his mind. It smashed it lips together refusing to answer the Hunter …
TO BE CONTINUED