Still don't own them. Still sad about that, too
Supernatural
Bobby pulled up to his house, Pamela looking up at it. She couldn't see it with her eyes, but she could see it in another way. Her eyes-or lack there of-were locked on the window where Castiel and Sam were sitting.
"He's stubborn, I'll give him that," Pamela said softly.
"Sam?" Bobby asked curiously looking up at the window, too.
"Him too," Pamela replied and opened the door. Bobby rushed out of his car, jogging around the vehicle to help her.
"Don't help me, Singer. I can maneuver fine without you." Pamela pushed Bobby slightly and started toward the house. Bobby ignored her words and stuck close to her. When he tried to help her up the stairs he actually thought she was going to kick him.
The door was open before they could reach it, Anna waiting for them. Pamela glanced at the angel and said, "Hello, Anna."
"Hey, Pamela," Anna said softly closing the door once Bobby and the psychic crossed the threshold. "Thanks for helping."
"Don't mention it. So, Dean has been captured by demons? That must be rough on him, back in the clutches of the people who pretty much screwed him up. Sam upstairs then?" before either Anna or Bobby could reply, Pamela started up the steps. They quickly followed her up the stairs, straight down the hall to the last room.
Pamela opened the door like she could see it and crossed the threshold. She glanced over at Sam, who had just gotten to his feet, and said, "Stubborn like your old man, Grumpy." Before the hunter could reply she walked over to the bed, sitting next to Castiel's still form. She laid her hand on his head, really concentrating, and then said, "This isn't Castiel."
The room was filled with a silence so long that Bobby was sure he had gone deaf. Finally, Sam broke the silence by saying, "Are you freaking kidding me?"
"Nope, this is not Castiel. This is another angel," Pamela replied a little irritated. Bobby knew she hated people questioning her abilities.
"Joshua?" Anna asked quietly.
"Bingo," Pamela responded with a nod. Her hand was still on his head, still reading him. "When another angel came for him… Uriel…"
"What a dick," Sam muttered and Anna nodded in agreement.
"When Uriel came to take Joshua back," Pamela continued as if Sam hadn't interrupted her, "Josh switched bodies with Castiel at the last minute. Uriel put Castiel in this coma like state, hoping the angel wouldn't tell you guys where Dean was."
"Can you?" Sam asked trying to sound less eager than he was. Bobby had to give the kid credit, he almost pulled it off.
"One second," Pamela murmured and started humming under her breath. Bobby could see her lips moving, but couldn't make out what she was saying. Then she was thrown from the bed, slamming into the wall. Her sunglasses fell off her face, sliding across the floor.
"PAMELA," Bobby, Anna, and Sam said at the same time as they rushed to her side. She pulled herself up, glaring at the angel's still form. Anna collected her glasses handing them back to the psychic. "Thanks," Pamela said putting them back on.
"What happened?" Bobby asked cautiously.
"They tried to block Dean's position from me," Pamela replied still glaring at the angel. "Some stupid defense mechanism, but I broke it. I got a flash of Dean's position before they interrupted me."
"Where is he?" Sam questioned his hazel eyes giving her the vulnerable puppy dog look. That's completely pointless, Bobby thought, she can't see them.
"I saw a bomb shelter. You know one of those old ones that people built under their houses," Pamela replied in a softer voice. She was responding to the puppy dog look even if she couldn't physically see it.
"A bomb shelter," Bobby muttered trying to think where their might be one in South Dakota. Then it clicked, he knew of only one shelter close by. "There is one," he said getting everyone's attention. He took a deep breath and said, "There was this guy, named Henry McFarlen, lived about ten miles from me, who was convinced that Y2K was going to be the end of the world…"
"Where are you going with this, Bobby?" Sam asked receiving a glare from Bobby and a snarled, "Don't interrupt me, boy." Sam rolled his eyes but allowed Bobby to continue, "Anyway, he was so convinced the world was gonna end that he built a bomb shelter in his back yard. Why he did it was beyond me, I mean if the world ended it'd take the earth with him…"
"Bobby," Sam said breaking off the older hunter's rant.
"Well, as you know the world didn't end. Unfortunately, Henry McFarlen's life did, three years ago. They demolished his house, but kept the shelter as a memorabilia of him. Maybe the demons are keeping Dean there."
"Let's go," Sam said the words barely out of Bobby's mouth. He flew out of the room, racing down the stairs calling, "You don't hurry up I'm going myself."
Anna and Bobby exchanged a quick glance, stuck in a mirrored awe. It wasn't until Pamela said, "Go after him before he gets himself killed," that they broke out of their trances and chased after him. "I'll stay with angel boy," Pamela called after them before they flew down the stairs and out the door. They piled in the Impala, Bobby in the backseat, Anna next to Sam.
Sam already had the car running and once Anna slammed the door he peeled out of the salvage yard's parking lot, sending dust clouds into the air.
SUPERNATURAL
Ruby was dozing on the floor, glad to know Dean had finally gone to sleep, when the door opened. She sat up, looking at the demon walking toward them. "Oh, come on, he's been through enough…" she started to say, but the demon cut her off by saying, "Not him, you." he pulled her to her feet and half dragged, half carried her out of the room. She couldn't help but notice he had a couple of burn marks on his skin, but she refrained from asking as the door closed behind her and her escort.
Ruby had the right mind to use her powers on the demon, but she wasn't sure how many of the demons she could take out before she was taken out herself. Keeping in mind that if she died her plans would be wasted, she kept her fight and flight plans at bay.
The demon led her down a short hallway, passing two doors before they reached the end of the hall. He threw open the door, shoved her in, and slammed the door. Ruby looked around the seemingly empty room. There were chains on the wall, a puddle of blood underneath them. Not far from the chains was a table full of tools, tools that were no doubt used to torture Dean-and anyone else, Ruby thought thinking about herself. Her eyes swept past the tools across the room, to rest on someone she didn't see before.
Alastair stood by a small tub of water, wearing the weirdest thing she had ever seen. He was in a black raincoat, a pair of rain boots on his feet, a pair of gloves on his hands, and a face shield on his head, pulled up so it wasn't covering his face quite, yet.
"What the hell are you wearing?" Ruby asked honestly curious. She'd never think Alastair would be the type to wear something so ridiculous.
"Just a precaution," Alastair replied and raised his hand. Ruby found that she was unable to move stuck just standing in the middle of the room. Alastair crossed what little space they had and grabbed her arm. He easily pulled her across the room, her immobility really ticking her off.
He stopped by the tub, a huge smile on his otherwise humorless face, and pushed the shield over his head. Ruby felt a sense of foreboding creeping up her back but couldn't do much about it. Then she realized why Alastair was wearing the strange getup, why he was acting the way he was, why that lackey had burn marks all over his skin. He dunked her into the water and it burnt beyond compare, the holy water getting in her mouth and making it instantly burn and dry out.
Alastair pulled her head out of the water, chuckling slightly as she let loose a string of coughing. "Ava wanted to do this herself, but I didn't want her to kill you too quickly." He then dunked her again; it stung worse the second time. Blood coated the water, the fluid swirling around the clear liquid as he pulled her out. The rusty taste filled her mouth making her gag.
"I never liked you, Ruby. It is as simple as that. You were an annoyance before you broke away from us, and you still are. I'm beginning to actually wonder why I bothered keeping you alive." He dunked Ruby a third time, making her vision blur slightly as water got in her eyes. She tried blinking the stinging liquid out of her eyes, but it only made it sting more.
"I just want to see you dead, just so I don't have to worry…" a loud gunshot rang out, causing Alastair to drop Ruby to the floor. He backed away from her, rushing out of the room. Ruby tried to pull herself up, to see what was going on, but she felt too weak to move. The holy water screwed with her in ways that not only sucked but made sure she couldn't do anything. Black spots were threatening to take her under, but she had to stay awake.
"Bobby, check in that room," she heard a familiar voice command bringing her back to consciousness. Then she heard another gunshot go off. Someone scream and the voice start speaking in Latin, using the exorcism he had memorized over a year ago. Why isn't he using his powers, was the last conscious thought Ruby had before she blacked out.
SUPERNATURAL
Sam finished the Latin exorcism in record time, watching as black smoke erupt out of a burly guy's mouth. He didn't watch the smoke vanish as he spun around and fired a round of rock salt into the demon running at him. It fell to the ground, winded but not hurt.
"Sam, cover your eyes," Anna commanded and Sam complied quickly. He wasn't sure how powerful Anna was, how much she could do, but when she told him to open his eyes all the demons around him were down.
Anna was gone, already heading into the room Bobby disappeared into. Sam went to follow her, but someone grabbed him pulling him into a completely different room. He had just enough time to see the door slam shut before he was slammed into the ground. His shot gun flew out of his hands, skidding across the floor, just out of reach.
"I don't want to hurt you, Sam, but I will if I have to," a female voice whispered in his ear. She was sitting on his back, and when he tried to get up she slammed him back into the ground.
"Get the fuck off me," Sam snapped after trying to get up a second time.
"You're no fun," the girl said but got up. Sam pushed himself to his feet, spinning around to see a petite brunette looking at him. Her eyes swept up and down his body, a look of pure lust on her face. "I swear I can't determine who's hotter, you or your brother."
"Where's Dean," Sam snarled ignoring the demon's comment.
"Dean? I think he's dead," she replied in a casual voice.
"Where's Dean," Sam repeated feeling an icy glob of dread start to settle in his stomach and around his heart.
"I told you, dead," she said softly. "Just like you will be."
"He's not dead, I'd know," Sam exclaimed refusing to believe the demon's lies.
"He's dead. I killed him myself." Sam felt something snap. He forgot all about the fact that Bobby told him not to, all about the fact that he had the ability to exercise the demon memorized, that even Dean had begged him not to use his powers. He raised his hand, searching out for the demon holding onto the brunette girl.
"What are you…" she cut off. A look of surprise filled her face.
"Go to hell, bitch," Sam said and concentrated. He felt a slight build in the back of his skull, but he ignored it. He just had one goal and one goal only; get that demon out of his face. He kept nudging at the demon, watching black smoke start to seep out of the girl's mouth. He felt blood drip out of his nose, rolling onto his lips, but he ignored it. He just kept concentrating, kept nudging, until the demon was gone. The girl fell to the ground, pale as a ghost, but alive. Sam could see her chest rising and falling.
Sam staggered toward the door, wiping the blood off his face, and opened it. A man, wearing a pair of fishing boots, was standing just in the threshold. He took one look at the girl lying on the floor and let out a piercing scream. He pushed past Sam, dropping next to the fallen girl.
"Where's my daughter," he screamed looking directly at Sam.
"Gone, and if you don't get the hell outta here you will be too," Sam said. The guy jumped up, ready to attack Sam, but stopped mid-step. Someone had just appeared in front of him.
Joshua stood directly in front of Sam, back in his own red headed body, glaring at the man. "Go, Sam, get out of here," he said pushing Sam out the door.
"Joshua, what…"
"Get going," Joshua demanded and succeeded in getting Sam out of the room. The last thing Sam heard before the door closed was, "You don't have the guts to kill you own father, Joshua."
Sam tried to open the door, tried to help Joshua, but he must have did something because it wouldn't budge. If he hadn't realized he was wasting time he could be spending looking for Dean he would have still been trying to open the door. Instead he turned on his heel and headed down the hall, nearly running into Bobby and Anna.
Bobby was carrying Dean in his arms, his brother so still he looked dead. Sam stumbled forward, grabbing Anna's arm so he wouldn't fall. With trembling hands he touched Dean's neck, looking for a pulse. He found a sluggish one, amongst boiling skin.
"He's alive," Sam whispered trying to hold in tears.
"And burning up. We need to get him the hell outta here," Bobby said and pushed past Sam. He walked slowly with Dean's weight, but he was able to reach the exit without a problem. Sam made to follow, but Anna grabbed his arm and steered him in the direction of another door.
Ruby had just staggered out covered in blood and soaking wet. Sam was at her side in seconds, catching her before she fell. He slid his arms behind her knees and back and picked her up. He carried her toward the exit, noticing a table right next to the door piled high with Dean's stuff. His leather jacket was there, along with his amulet, his bracelet, watch, ring, knife, gun, and phone. Anna collected all the stuff and followed Sam out of the shelter, closing the door behind her.