Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognizable. This is just for fun.

Warnings: Violence, slightly weird sexual content.

Word Count: 2,814

AN: Hope everyone had a good 4th. Enjoy!

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Chapter 22: Down south Eden

Castiel and Gabriel stood outside the entrance to the posh three story brownstone. It was stucco and modeled after the southwestern adobe houses favored by rich ranchers. Sports cars of every variation parked along the u-shaped drive way that stretched from one end of the street to the other. A wrap around porch was cluttered with men and woman dressed in shorts and dresses, and even feathers. A balcony on the second floor was cluttered with people chatting and drinking. Music with a loud bass thumped down the street and pavement, snaking up Castiel's shoes and to his chest as though he was given a second heartbeat.

"Are you sure this is the place?"

Castiel frowned as his foot touched an empty beer can. The snug cul-de-sac in a gated community in San Francisco was not what he expected.

"You saw the location spell. He's in there."

"Alright then."

Together they walked toward the party. The porch was cluttered and Castiel darted about, trying to avoid people's beer bottles and ash trays as he followed Gabriel into the open house. The door was halfway open. A man was hanging on it's door frame, pale and shaking. Cas brushed past him and the man bolted. He went out into the yard, retching beside a tree. Castiel turned his head away and kept a a careful distance of others as he tried to weave his way around them.

The second floor wasn't much better. Castiel stuck close to his brother, nipping his heels. A hypnotic beat began to play, and Castiel watched as bodies began to press themselves together, grinding and swaying to the music. They seemed comfortable around each other in varying states of undress. Castiel stared. Men and women seemed to know just what to do. Just how to move their hips to fit each stomach or rear. A woman in a halter dress brushed past Castiel. What caught his his attention were her bright green eyes. She turned to greet the man next to her with a lingering kiss. He watched the woman open her mouth wider, the man tilting her jaw just right, and she wrapped her arms tight around him. Castiel mimicked the head tilt and licked his lips. Gabriel tugged on his sleeve. Castiel felt his face warm at the knowing smirk Gabriel gave him but he didn't comment and followed the archangel up a narrow flight of stairs.

The door at the top of the stairs was closed, but Gabriel gave one strong tug and it unlocked on its own. This room was much smaller than the previous two, with a single kitchenette that occupied the room. A table stood in the center, its surface was littered with bottles of champagne and designer vodka. One petite redhead was slumped in a chair, head in between in her arms. A fluffy black kitten licked at the whip cream in between her toes.

Down the hall, another woman snored on a sleek leather couch. The only music was coming from what Castiel assumed was the bedroom. It's door was shut as well. A sudden thump came from inside, followed by a brief shout. Gabriel unlocked that door as well and Castiel darted inside. He stared.

In the center of a plush, Spanish mosaic inspired room. Large plaster columns kept in the four corners of the room. The floor was covered with overlapping oriental rugs. Chandeliers swung from the ivory and gilt painted ceiling. Their lights swung as if in a slight breeze. A king sized bed in the very center of the room. Castiel blinked. The rumpled sheets on the bed sheered underneath the amber lights. Limbs flailed, as the sheets twisted around like broken banners. Three people tussled on the bed. The man sandwiched in between two redheads, who were very enthusiastic with their male partner.

Said male had thrown his head back, adam's apple bobbing back and forth as he shook out strangled pants. One woman wrapped her limbs across the man's torso, his back to him as she furiously moved against him. Her hips giving audible snaps, a hint of something bulky between her legs. Her gave little squeals as she grinded up and down his backside, flushing as she nipped at his neck and ears. woman with long red hair was on all fours, mouth working furiously. Both her hands kept a tight grip on the man's hips. His hands, however wandered alongside the girl's backside, dipping into the inside of her thighs. She gave a muffled cry. The two women moved in a sudden sharp unison. The man groaned.

Cas exhaled sharply. Only the man looked up to see his door open. His eyes widened as he looked at Gabriel and Castiel.

"Hello gents."

His shot blond hair was a rumpled mess, sticking up on either side of his head. Grey-blue eyes blinked up at them. Slim pink lips broke into a smile. Pale wisps of hair on his chest. Leaning forward, he spread out his arms. The redhead on his right tumbled out of his lap and flopped back onto the thick pillows. Her hair fanned out behind her and she made no attempt to cover herself up. The other, shorter haired redhead turned on her side, pressing herself into the mattress. She pulled the sheet up, but it was too late to protect her modesty, nor did it detract from her curves. The sheet also did not hide the very obvious bulge that was the effect of a strap-on. A strangled note came from deep in Castiel's throat, flush going all the way up to his ears.

"You've always had a thing for redheads." Gabriel whistled. "Long time no see, Balthazar."

Castiel looked in between the two angels. He stared at Balthazar, his eyes going cold and and mouth pressing into a grim slash.

"Hello Balthazar. I'm wondering why you're still alive."

"Well it's nice to see you too, Cas."

"I thought you dead."

Balthazar gave a little laugh. "Well that was the point. Can't ditch Heaven without faking your death."

"Why do that?" Castiel asked.

This was met with incredulous stares from both Gabriel and Balthazar. The two women scooted closer together and began wrap their arms around each other, kissing with wet smacking noises. Gabriel craned his neck to watch before looking back to find Castiel glowering at Balthazar. Castiel advanced and Balthazar raised up his hands.

"Hey, who wants to do the apocalypse? This little blue ball of ours is the funnest planet I've been on this side of the universe. I just got here," he laughed. "So no, I'm not leaving this party."

"I'm not asking you to leave." Castiel said.

"Then what are you asking, old friend?" Balthazar asked.

Castiel paused. He took in Balthazar's appearance on the bed, preoccupied with two women. The cluttered nightstand with its pill bottles next to another bottle of wine. The longer he stared, the more of the past flashed before his eyes.

"I don't want to fight you." Castiel said.

Balthazar eyed him for a moment. His gaze sober for just a flash. "Neither do I. So...you wanna stay for a drink?" At Castiel's non-response, he clicked his teeth. "Ah, so this isn't a social call."

"No. We acquire your assistance."

Balthazar rolled his eyes. "Of course you do." He craned his head to speak to Gabriel. "I take it you're the muscle, Gabriel?"

Gabriel leaned back, tilting his head. "Muscle? I dunno how to feel about that, but hey I knew coming to you was best. We need a backdoor to get into Heaven."

"Why not just do it yourself? An archangel like you-"

"It's not for us." Gabriel said. "We can't enter Heaven without tipping our hand-or- I can't and Cas here can't get in period."

Castiel's face darkened and Balthazar laughed as Castiel squared his shoulders. He kept his eyes on Balthazar. The other angel winked at Castiel. They kept staring at one another. Gabriel stepped in between them.

"I know you've got some skills. Know more than most."

"What of it?"

"Just point us in the right direction." Gabriel said.

Balthazar threw back his head and sighed and sighed. "Of all the angels-I didn't believe you to preach this to me. Always slumming it, never taking a stand."

"Yeah well, things change. Besides I heard you owe Cas here a favor-"

"I might." Balthazar bit out.

Gabriel shrugged as Castiel kept staring at Blathazar.

"Hey you like this world? Well with my bro's, there ain't gonna be one if they get their way."

Balthazar hummed a little bar of music that Castiel wasn't familiar with. Some sudden ache settled over Castiel's chest. This worry over the heart that was thrumming inside this body. A body that followed his command, yet he was becoming powerless to its needs. Another sudden rush of sensation come to him as he looked at Balthazar, hands outstretched.

"Please brother. Help us."

Balthazar stared at him. He made no more to touch Castiel, unblinking as minutes passed. Castiel swallowed. His wings ruffled, sensing the weight of the moment. Castiel kept his gaze fixed on Balthazar. With an explosive sigh, Balthazar dropped his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Damn it all. Alright, follow me." Balthazar twisted around to this two bed mates. "Be back soon. Don't wait up."

The short haired one pulled away from her long haired partner and waved as the three angels walked out of the room before going back to kissing. Balthazar led them back downstairs. By now the other people were in varying stages of undress. No chair, couch, or lounge was left unoccupied as couples and trios wrapped around each other with sensual groans. No one batted an eye as the trio weaved past the party-goers. Half dim lights, as a gentle pulse of multi-colored strobe continued to beat in time to the trance music. Gabriel smirked as the blood rushed in Castiel's face. On the first floor they passed crystal cut bowl holding dozens of car keys. Balthazar turned down a short hallway that led to a kitchenette.

"A den of inequity." Castiel said.

Balthazar raised an eyebrow. "In another language, it's called fun."

"I know my dens of inequity."

"Dens?" Balthazar snorted. "Language, Cas, language. I take it you finally flapped your wings, as it were? A new experience or two?"

"Don't be vulgar."

Balthazar laughed. "Vulgar? I knew you weren't the type to kiss and tell but you can tell me anything."

"There's nothing to tell."

"Oh yes there is." Gabriel cut in. "Something to do with a certain righteous man-"

Balthazar gave an exaggerated gasp. "Is that so? A story for another time then."

He kept them inside the cozy kitchenette with a sleek counter. A rack for pans and hung directly over their heads. Cabinets ajar with their contents threatening to spill out. Gabriel moved at the same time that Balthazar did. The former started to raid the fridge as the latter pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Gabriel took a slice of pie from out of the fridge, peering over Balthazar's shoulder as he began to scribble something on the paper. Castiel went to the left of Balthazar to look. On the paper was the circle, with a design of complex smaller circles connecting themselves together within the initial large circle. Castiel sucked in a breath.

"Is this-"

Balthazar nodded. "The back door to Heaven."

"But it's at a fixed point and guarded by other angels." Castiel said.

Balthazar winked. "Not unless you've got the right ingredients."

"And?"

"You'll need Myrrh, salt from the dead sea, the remains of fallen warriors, and a placenta of a first born infant. The circle must be drawn in holy oil and the caster inside the circle before he lights a match."

"So no angel can use this spell?" Castiel asked.

"Nope. However, an Enochian chant is needed." Balthazar took the sheet of paper and wrote out a phrase in a looping script. "There."

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. Yeah we can work with this."

"Good because this is all you'll get from me."

Castiel sighed. "I understand. It would have been nice to fight beside you again."

Balthazar gave a little shake. "Same to you as well." He looked away. "You-"

The windows rattled, as if something heavy dragged across them. Cracks appeared in the glass. Screeching filled the air, followed by thick, mucus filled snarls. Noxious odors permeated the air despite the closed doors and windows. Ancients. None of the human guests did more than stir and continued to please each other. Balthazar's expression turned thunderous. He paled, his whole body shook and he clenched his hands into fists. Blood oozed from the gaps in between his fingers. His lips pulled back to reveal very white teeth. The pinkness of his gums almost garish in comparison.

Castiel shivered, hairs rising on the back of his neck. Host body responding to the hot-cold sensation traveling throughout him, almost in tandem with the rage building within. His stance mirrored that of Balthazar, not unlike the expression Castiel could feel fixing his features. Gabriel was trembling beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, Castiel saw a grin stretch itself across Gabriel's face.

Balthazar rounded on the two angels. "Are those what I think they are?" Balthazar asked.

"Yes." Castiel spat, voice shaking. "They are here."

"...They followed you." Balthazar hissed.

"It doesn't matter." Gabriel cut in. "You know what must be done."

Balthazar's face set, hardened as his eyes sweapt over his surroundings. Another roar and the crockery rattled above their heads from the kitchen rack. A woman shouted out in one long breathy voice. Castiel scowled as Balthazar and Gabriel exchanged sudden grins.

"So you wanna take this one or...?" Gabriel said.

Balthazar rolled his eyes. "Mine obviously."
Castiel cleared his throat. "But we led them to you."

"No no, I insist." Balthazar said. "My life certainly wouldn't be complete without it. Now bugger off already."

Castiel nodded and Gabriel's answering grin was feral.

Gabriel grabbed the paper. "Hate to cut n' run."

Balthazar smirked. "It's what you do."

"Careful, I can still smite you."

"These tossers might beat you to it."

Glass shattered. People began to run, a few bolting into the kitchen. Balthazar tsk'ed.

"Honestly." To Castiel he said, "It was nice to see you again."

"Same to you as well."

Gabriel yanked Castiel's trench coat, pulling him close. The archangel snapped his fingers. They left the screams and wing beats behind, appearing in the middle of a deserted street. Lampposts shone with a bright light as the chill air ruffled around them. Castiel looked around despite knowing they were alone.

"We need to hurry."

Without a word, Gabriel snapped his fingers and they disappeared as quickly as they arrived.

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The darkened steps of the courtroom were silent. Bright lights from the street corner cast an expansive glow to its surroundings. However the woman standing on the steps was half in shadow. Her thick black hair curled around the edges of her dark leather jacket. She stood with her arms crossed. A long shadow sharp behind her. With every exhale, small puffs of air blew around her mouth before disappearing.

"Have you been waiting long?"

Meg turned to the new voice, an echo ringing around the Corinthian columns. A tall figure emerged from the half light. Dark eyes and slicked back white hair. A smirk on full pink lips. Sebastian.

"Took you long enough." Meg smirked back at him. "I thought you were dead."

"Turns out your old man is more generous than you thought." Sebastian said. "Speaking of, he tell us what we're planning next?"

"Yeah. You remember Idris?"

"Of course. Fond memories."
"Yeah, we'll we're gonna make some more." Meg laughed. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

Sebastian jerked his head in the direction of the road. "Let's get outta here."

Meg sauntered over to Sebastian. She stopped one step higher then him and peered down at him. Meg leaned forward, enough for tendrils of hair to brush Sebastian's shoulder. The tip of her nose skimmed his as she opened her mouth. The light post caught a glimmer of sharp teeth peeking from plump lips. Sebastian's tongue darted out. His pupils dilated under the hook-like shadows that he had been thrown under. Meg dipped her head farther down just as Sebastian brought up his, their lips inches apart. Meg gave a little huff, the vibration carrying easily to Sebastian's mouth. It was only for a second-

"Oh baby, I thought you'd never ask." Meg's voice shook.

Sebastian and Meg jogged down the steps. Together, the two walked back into the shadows of the night.

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TBC...