Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own. Also, didn't do quite as many re-reads and edits so there will probably be more mistakes than usual.
Disclaimer: Kripke owns all Supernatural characters. I'm only borrowing them.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel - very graphic. This is my first attempt at something like this because this muse wouldn't leave me alone. Please let me know what you think, constructively.
Overall Warnings: Rated M for swearing, graphic sexual content with S and M undertones, implied forced sexual torture and other adult subject matter.
Chapter 28 – The Demon's Daddy
Castiel suddenly appeared in Bobby's study, directly in front of Gabriel, with a menacing glare and demanded irritably, "What?"
Gabriel blinked in surprise then a slow smile crept across his face as he observed wryly, "Wow. Someone woke up cranky. Do I get three guesses why? You know, since we already know who."
"Gabriel," Castiel gritted out with barely restrained patience. "I am busy. What is so important?"
"Well, he still has his clothes on so he wasn't that busy," Lucifer snarked mockingly.
"Really, Luce?" Balthazar complained primly.
"Of course, he has his clothes on," Michael growled out irritably. "They appear with a freakin' thought, dumbass."
"Gabriel," Castiel prodded impatiently while he advanced threateningly.
"Back down, little bro," Gabriel placated calmly. "Sammy's awake. Bobby, too. So we were going to summon daddy demon. Thought you might want to be here."
Castiel drew in a deep, calming breath then started to talk when he fell to his knees with a pained moan. He gripped his vessel's abdomen and growled, "No!" In the next instant, he was gone, leaving the others in disturbed silence.
Lucifer rolled his eyes and snarked insultingly, "Father. He is such a drama king."
"Look who's talking," Michael snarked back hatefully.
Gabriel rolled his eyes at brothers' continuous bickering then cursed before he disappeared as well. He knew there was only one thing that could cause such a reaction in Castiel. He also knew that his brother would probably need help.
- SPN - SPN -
Castiel appeared in the motel room and called out, "Dean!" He heard a pained whimper from the bathroom and hurried inside to find Dean on the floor. He immediately dropped to his knees beside his mate and placed his hand over Dean's scar. He felt the being feeding on Dean's soul energy and he sent his grace to repairing the damage.
The being sensed the new purer energy that filled its host and immediately switched energy meals. Castiel inhaled sharply at the painful sensation and tried to divide his grace between the two. He winced at the painful strain that was quickly becoming too much for him. He felt like he was being pulled apart.
An extremely welcome flutter of wings sounded above him and he quickly glanced up then prompted his brother hoarsely, "Collar."
Gabriel quickly assessed the situation and grabbed the collar off the bathroom cabinet. He secured it to Dean's neck then knelt down on one knee and placed a hand on both Dean and Castiel. He added his grace to the healing process. Castiel sagged against Dean in relief, waking Dean who glanced up quickly.
Dean blinked a couple of times as he viewed Castiel's face really close to him then Gabriel behind Castiel. On the second blink, he realized that there were two different hands on his bare shoulder. He blinked again, attempting to gather his wits, and warned with raspy snark, "So don't do gay threesomes, Cass. Especially with short, irritating family members. Also, so not in the mood. Don't you ever ask first? Did you never learn how? So have to talk later." He closed his eyes and passed back out wearily.
Gabriel scoffed with light humor as he pulled his hands away from the couple, "You know, Cassie, as much as I hate to agree with this smart mouth Cro-Magnon about, well, anything, he really does have a point there."
Castiel rolled his eyes slightly while he picked up Dean and placed him back on the bed. He turned to Gabriel who had followed him then stated with a slightly hoarse voice and a deliberate change of subject, "Stall them for a couple of hours. We all need to recharge, just in case."
Gabriel tilted his head to the side slightly then prodded cautiously, "We could do it without you two, you know. I mean, we are just summoning Asmodeus, not the actual demon."
Castiel met Gabriel's eyes and stared meaningfully at Gabriel who finally sighed heavily, "Yeah, I know and understand that you both really want to be there but remember Dean's reaction to Crowley. Do you really want him in the vicinity of an even more powerful demon? We cannot keep healing him this way." Castiel turned away from the very obvious truth in that statement but Gabriel could tell that his brother saw his point. "Let me know," Gabriel advised then left the two alone.
Castiel sighed heavily and slowly removed his coats as he thought over Gabriel's proposal. He continued to undress down to his boxers, like Dean. As he climbed into the bed with his mate, he called out softly to Gabriel and told him, "Go ahead and question him but do not release him until we have had our chance to question him as well."
Castiel received an acknowledgement back and laid down beside Dean while he covered both of them up. He pulled Dean close to him then closed his eyes to rest with one hand resting against Dean's baby bump. He felt a soft brush against his hand then nothing as he actually fell asleep, recharging his grace.
- SPN - SPN -
Bobby started the incantation while Gabriel prayed to Castiel to let him know that they were starting. It had taken them more than a couple of hours to set everything up so Castiel had had the time he'd requested. Gabriel felt that he at least ought to give Castiel the option of appearing or continuing to rest.
Bobby ignited a match then tossed it into the summoning bowl, setting the contents on fire. Smoke billowed up in front of him while all the others stared at the summoning circle. The smoke cleared and the circle was still empty.
"Well, that was a flop," Bobby observed dryly.
"You know, all you had to do was call, Lucifer," Asmodeus countered seriously. He elegantly straightened his pinstriped black suit jacket then straightened it over his light blue dress shirt and red tie. He bore a striking resemblance to Sean Connery, including his accent.
Lucifer smirked wryly while he responded vaguely, "Of course, I knew that, but they insist on doing everything the hard way." He shrugged nonchalantly.
"Am I to be punished?" Asmodeus questioned arrogantly while staring pointedly at the devil's trap inside the summoning circle then the other two archangels surrounding him.
"Why didn't you appear in the circle?" Sam questioned curiously.
Asmodeus arched a questioning eyebrow at Lucifer who waved negligently and stated satirically, "He'll only keep asking until you answer. Like over, and over, and over, and over, and . . . it's annoying really."
"That's a lot coming from you," Michael snarked honestly.
"I get no respect around here," Lucifer sulked under his breath.
Asmodeus decided it was best to move things along so he explained patiently, "Because I heard you were going to summon me and preferred to appear on my own terms. I was already here and therefore did not have to appear within." He kept eye contact with Lucifer the entire time which struck Sam and Bobby as odd. They weren't away of how bad Lucifer's temper tantrums could actually be but Asmodeus did.
"How may I be of service to you, my liege?" the demon asked with more than a hint of impudence. True, he was attempting to pacify the fallen archangel but he didn't have to like it.
"My liege," Lucifer repeated joyfully with a wide smile. "You hear that, Mikey. He called me, 'liege.'"
"Luce," Michael warned shortly, totally ignoring the hint.
"Just a little respect. Is that really too much to ask for," Lucifer rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath then stuck his tongue out at his older brother, ignoring Asmodeus's hyper observant eyes. Lucifer shrugged it off, knowing he'd never get what he wanted, just like always, and related nonchalantly, "They want to know the whereabouts of the lust demon that attacked our brother and his charge."
Asmodeus frowned slightly at that tidbit while he clarified professionally, "Brother's name and charge's name."
"Castiel," Gabriel replied tautly.
"Dean Winchester," Sam added in.
Asmodeus spared a quick glance at the two before he quickly surveyed the others in the room after seeing so much of interest to him. His keen eyes returned to Lucifer before the others stopped talking. He responded easily, keeping the calculating look carefully under wraps, "Dean Winchester has never been a target of mine because, well, let's be honest, why drug up a druggie? He never had any problems acting on his overabundant libido. In fact, several of my underlings in the, uh, 'recreational' movie business have requested him repeatedly, for glaringly obvious reasons."
"He definitely could make a lot of money that way," Gabriel taunted mockingly.
"Oh, you have no idea," Asmodeus agreed knowingly with a quick glance in Gabriel's direction.
Suddenly, all eyes were on Gabriel so he huffed out defensively, "What? I was in the warehouse, too, you know. Although I quickly vacated when I found out what was going on, or, rather, what was about to go on."
"Got an eye full, did you?" Lucifer snickered wickedly.
Gabriel blanched then quickly disagreed with disgust, "Not enough brain bleach in all of Heaven."
Asmodeus once again refocused on Lucifer, intent on bringing this conversation to an end. He had a great many things to contemplate now. "You know that I have no power over most angels. Was your brother one of the Fallen? Or did he have a weakness that was exploited?"
"You could say that," Gabriel muttered under his breath before adding honestly, "Quite literally, and abundantly. But the main point is that I healed Cassie, only it didn't do anything to this demon's venom."
Asmodeus arched an eyebrow in reaction to that statement before he narrowed his eyes and insisted firmly, "I don't have that kind of power and, if I don't have it, none of my children will have it. I guarantee that."
From the direction of the kitchen, they heard a roughly muttered curse and sudden crash that sounded like a chair fell over. "Damn it, Cass. No more flying if the landings are going to continue to suck this badly. Always hated flying anyway," Dean grumbled irritably.
Castiel growled under his breath and ordered harshly as he stalked into the study, "Just stay in here and eat."
"Like hell," Dean growled back irately while he followed his mate into the study. "You so aren't the boss of me."
Castiel spun around and glared hard at his extremely frustrating mate. He hissed with quiet menace under his breath, completely feed up with Dean's ire, no matter how appropriate it might be, "Are you challenging me, Dean? Here and now? In front of everyone?"
Dean paused at the steely intent that he found in Castiel's eyes. Hell, yes, he wanted to challenge Castiel on, well, everything at the moment. After all, he had been roughly jerked awake, ordered to keep the collar on, permanently, and then flown here without even really waking up yet. He felt like crap and needed, at least, a few more hours of sleep. Not to mention, he had absolutely no memory of anything but intense, "Pit"-like pain after he'd taken off the damn collar in the bathroom. To say that he had questions and needed some damn answers, like yesterday, was a massive understatement.
But staring into those icy blue eyes, he knew it was time to retreat, at least for the moment. He glared sullenly and kept his mouth shut for once. He wasn't one to normally back down and when he did have to, he certainly refused to admit it, to anyone.
Unfortunately, Castiel wasn't in a much better mood so he prodded harshly, even though, he continued to speak under his breath, "Answer me, Dean."
"No," Dean gritted out irately through clenched teeth after another moment's hesitation.
Castiel narrowed his eyes and ordered with a quiet firmness that threatened all kinds of bad consequences if it wasn't obeyed, "Stay. Here." Dean's glared tightened but that was the only response that Castiel received which Castiel knew was as good as he was going to get. He turned, intent on proceeding into the room, only to find Asmodeus directly in front of him.
"Castiel, I presume," Asmodeus greeted with ice politeness.
"Asmodeus," Castiel replied in kind, not showing any discomfort over the quick change of positions.
Asmodeus glanced around the angel and spotted Dean easily then broke into a wide smile. He swiftly turned and verified with Lucifer, "Seriously?" Lucifer gave him a huge grin to which Asmodeus chuckled with restraint, "Oh, thank you so much. Amazing. That's what you've been up to? I would say that was a pretty fitting reward for what they did to you."
Lucifer perked up at that and agreed cockily, "It really is, isn't it? Sometimes I'm so good that I surprise myself." Lucifer's smile widened with outrageous, ill-deserved pride.
"Oh, please," Gabriel argued, "You had NOTHING to do with that. It was that freakin' demon, jackass."
"Obviously!" Michael reinforced wholeheartedly.
"You freakin' snobbish goody-two-shoes never give me the credit I deserve," Lucifer complained hotly.
"That's because you don't deserve any," Michael replied cynically.
"Assbut," Lucifer insulted while Michael glared menacingly at him.
"Don't call me that," Michael growled warningly.
"I can do whatever I like," Lucifer taunted cockily. "Who's going to stop me?"
"Me," Michael acknowledged as he turned to swing at this brother.
Castiel once again called out with resignation, "Gabriel." Gabriel snapped his fingers and the two archs disappeared again.
"One of these days, they are so going to have to kiss and make up," Balthazar observed with enormous amount of disgust.
Gabriel scoffed at the notion before adding, "Only if we can find this freakin' demon that can make angels do that because there is no other way they will ever come to terms on their own. Mikey's way too, too proud and Luci is, well, Luci. He'd never let Mikey live down any sign of weakness or compassion."
"You really think so?" Balthazar verified regretfully.
"Definitely," Both Castiel and Gabriel answered firmly.
"Well, there goes my holiday," Balthazar commented dryly.
The two archs popped back in and glared at Gabriel. Michael warned harshly, "Stop doing that."
"Then act your freakin' age for a change and stop playing with Luce," Gabriel countered with the same tone. "We have real work to do here and you two aren't helping a damn thing. If anything, you are hindering and just imagine what that means coming from me."
Michael huffed irritably at his younger brother's censure but had to acknowledge that Gabriel had a point. His youngest arch brother brought out the worst in him. He stared pointedly at Lucifer who got the hint and prodded, "Asmodeus?"
With a sly smile, Asmodeus refocused on Castiel and advised with amused relish, "I need to smell your, uh, . . . what did they call him? Oh, yes, charge. Funny. They were called mates last time I heard."
"Hey!" Dean objected to the mate while Castiel declined the whole request adamantly, "No."
"Wait," Dean stalled uneasily as the entire meaning sank in. "What the hell do you mean you need to smell me?"
"It's the only way to know if one of my children had anything to do with this," Asmodeus explained patiently, enjoying the reactions he was getting from his audience.
"Aw, hell, no," Dean argued abruptly. He was beyond sick and tired of being in these type of situations and glared at Castiel who he interpreted as the main cause of the latest ones. Speaking of, Castiel had so much explaining to do.
"I was infected as well," Castiel offered firmly, maintaining his position between his mate and this demon.
"Your entire being reeks of angels," Asmodeus dismissed easily. "There is nothing left on you or I would have already smelt it. The human would more likely retain the clues, in spite of the . . . massive contamination."
"What? 'Massive contamination'? What the hell . . .?" Dean started angrily only to stop abruptly when Castiel disappeared in front of him and he suddenly had a demon king up close and personal in his space. The baby immediately twisted and kicked in his stomach, apparently extremely upset over the nearness of something this evil. Smart kid, Dean thought with smug pride.
"Cass," he snapped curiously then quieted when he felt Castiel's hand on his left shoulder. He quickly scanned the area and found Balthazar watching with avid interest. He snarked nastily, "Suppose you're going to watch again, freakin' pepping Tom dick angel."
"I? As if. I have much better things to do, I assure you. Like drinking," Balthazar questioned with arrogant aloofness then frowned heavily when he heard Castiel's low growl then saw the threatening glare thrown his way.
"Yeah, that's what you said last time, too," Dean sneered bitterly in remembrance, trying to ignore the now painful sensations of his baby's distress. Geez, did he just think that? His baby? And he wasn't thinking about the Impala this time. God, his life was so hosed that he didn't even have time to freak out over how hosed it was.
Balthazar froze at that explicit sneer and stared at the couple uneasily. He stalled vaguely, "Pardon?"
Asmodeus leaned in close at that moment, distracting Dean, and then he sniffed daintily then quickly backed off before Castiel could growl at him as well. "Mother," he acknowledged softly then tilted his head questioningly.
"He was bitten by her but I healed that," Castiel related briskly, feeling Dean sag against him in relief.
"Did you?" Asmodeus taunted knowingly. "How sure are you, considering she was so very much older than you and knew how to control your species?" Castiel didn't respond to that, remembering how Eve had grounded him and knowing that the demon was right.
Asmodeus turned to Lucifer and added, "There is another scent that is vaguely familiar but old. Very, very old. I cannot place it right now but it's not one of mine. Perhaps you . . ."
"Ewww. Do I have to?" Lucifer complained with obvious distaste of a five-year old forced to eat brussel sprouts.
"Don't do me any favors," Dean agreed heartily with Lucifer's reluctance.
"I mean," Lucifer continued as if Dean had never spoken, "I don't want to catch anything. I don't do slums, like Cassie here." He completely ignored Castiel's menacingly growl. "Besides, if I was to go human, Sammy here would be more to my taste."
"Oh, gross," Sam complained vehemently. "Not in any lifetime. Ever."
"Seriously?" Michael verified with irritated disbelief. "How can you even . . ."
"Oh, come on, Sammy," Lucifer cajoled winningly, totally ignoring his oldest brother in favor of irritating . . . everyone. "You remember all the fun we had in the box together. You know you liked it."
"Whoa," Michael interrupted abruptly. "I was there, too, you know, and nothing like that happened."
"Back off," Gabriel defended firmly as he moved in between Sam and his brothers. For such a small vessel, he could still concentrate an enormous amount of power into his warning stare. "Leave Sammy out of this and focus, kiddos."
Lucifer made a childish face at him while Dean smirked with amusement then mocked teasingly as only a big brother could, especially a big brother whose mouth always ignored his brain, "Well, look at you, Sammy. Having all the boyfriends. There's three of them fighting over you now. And you said you weren't gay. Talk about denial."
"Oh, like you're one to talk," Sam snarked back in kind. "Nice collar. And since I can see the Enochian from here, I don't guess there is any reason to deny all the constant eye-sexing now. Destriel. Did you finally get a room and get it out of your systems?"
Dean glowered irately, knowing that he'd actually set himself up for that. It sure didn't lessen the dig any. If anything, it made it hit with a hell of a lot more accuracy.
With his classic evasion routine, Dean growled back defensively, "Know what? Bite me, Sam. That's not what . . .,"
Michael snapped irritably, "Oh, for the love of . . . I'll smell him." He took a step forward only to be brought up short as Lucifer flew in front of him, blocking his way to Dean.
"I got it," Lucifer argued reluctantly. "No offense, Mikey, but Asmo asked me because we hang in the same circles. There's no way you would know since you spent most of your lifetime in your on-high ivory tower with rose-colored glasses on."
"Back off," Dean warned firmly, only to have a face full of Satan in the next instant. He so did not squeak in surprise over it, either. He swears that he didn't and doesn't give a damn what the seven other witnesses said. He did, however, lean back into Castiel as Lucifer leaned in and sniffed gingerly.
In the next instant, Lucifer lounged back into his spot on the couch and agreed, "I know it but it's been a long, long while. It's not demonic, though, so what else is there?"
"What else is there?" Bobby repeated incredulously. "Are you serious? Jackass. There's a ton of stuff out there. Fairies, tulpas, pagan gods, . . ."
"Jefferson Starships," Dean inserted quickly because he had to. After all, he named them.
"We killed them all. Remember?" Sam dismissed as he reminded his brother.
"Did we?" Dean rebutted mysteriously. "How do we know? How do we know she didn't have more booby trapped somewhere else?"
"What the hell are Jefferson Starships?" Balthazar questioned with a slight slur since he'd been drinking constantly for the past two hours in an attempt to put up with all his brothers.
"Later," Castiel promised to explain before he refocused on the issue at hand.
"Jefferson Starships wouldn't do this anyway," Sam argued arrogantly.
"So? They are still out there," Dean insisted stubbornly.
"Dean, focus," Castiel reminded him.
Asmodeus drew himself up rigidly and told Lucifer, "I will make inquiries. If that is all, . . ." Lucifer nodded and Asmodeus disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"So now what?" Sam complained with a great deal of frustration.
"Toodles," Lucifer called out with a small wave of his fingers then disappeared, intent on talking to Asmodeus more privately.
"Oh, no, you don't," Michael growled irritably, not about to let his troublesome little brother out of his sight. He didn't trust Lucifer at all. Michael disappeared as well, leaving the rest of the room very relieved.
"I got no clue," Dean growled irritably, totally ignoring then whole Odd Couple interaction.
"We've already done all the research that we can. I got nothing," Bobby commented wearily. "I've also hit up every hunter that I know of and got jack with a huge side of squat."
"I don't think there's anything left on the Net that I haven't looked at," Sam acknowledged.
"If we at least had a name, we could summon it," Gabriel hypothesized.
Castiel slowly turned to stare at Dean who happened to look at him in the same moment. Their eyes locked and the rest of the room disappeared for them. Bobby rolled his eyes then moved to sit back down behind his desk.
"I hate it when they do that," Sam grumbled with extreme annoyance.
"Do they do that often?" Gabriel questioned curiously.
"Oh, no," Sam answered sarcastically, "Only every time they are together in the same vicinity. I could almost swear Dean's been daydreaming about him, although that could be possible because of their link now." Sam paused and eyed the couple thoughtfully.
Gabriel smiled wickedly and taunted, "You're just jealous because you two used to be so very exclusive. Now you are the only one but then again when has Dean Winchester ever been exclusive, Sammy?"
"Hey!" Sam protested vehemently.
"Oh, that's just gross," Dean blanched in protest, once again coming back into a conversation at the totally wrong time. "So not into incest, unlike some of you featherbrains. You've been reading way too much fanfic, too. Figures with hair like that, you are obviously as girly as Samantha there. In fact, you should know by now that you are one paired with him more than I am."
"And how do you know that, Dean?" Sam wondered smugly.
At the same time, Gabriel snapped back tauntingly, "Who exactly do you think writes all those?" He wiggled his eyebrows in reaction, causing Sam's mouth to drop open in surprise while Dean groaned in annoyance.
"Great," Dean commented sarcastically, "That's just great. Just what I needed right now." He ran his right hand over his hair and glared at Castiel when he encountered the collar then he remembered the conversation that had just taken place through the bond.
Sam smirked tauntingly and summarized smugly, "So you're the bitch in y'all's relationship, huh?"
"What!" Dean exclaimed in sudden embarrassment then he lied adamantly. "Aw, hell, no. That's not . . ." He ignored the heat coming from his embarrassment and from Castiel over his deception. He also felt the amusement of the other two angels, watching the scene act itself out. He really had to control his ire when he heard Gabriel snap some popcorn into existence then offer some to Balthazar.
"That's not what that collar, or Castiel's expression, says," Sam chortled with immense amusement.
"Sam," Dean warned, wanting to stop this whole line of thought but partly knowing there was no way to do it at this point. Stupid baby needing a stupid collar. No, stupid Castiel. No. Aw, hell. He was so very, very screwed. Repeatedly. Aw, hell, now he was remembering how this all came about and . . . geez, so not the time for those particular hormones to kick in since Castiel was so completely cut off right now.
"The collar help controls the results of the demon exposure so that he isn't getting any more . . . unexpected side effects," Castiel explained tightly.
Dean was so overwhelmed with gratitude for Castiel's explanation that he could kiss him but Dean also felt the ire coming from his mate and flinched, knowing that he'd caused it. He wished that he could react differently but he really wasn't sure what all the hell was going on anymore or what was going to happen next. He was so tired of all this and just wanted to rest for like a week, or two.
He really didn't know how much more he could handle before he just curled up into a fetal position and allowed the insanity over take him. Hell, he couldn't even drink himself into a stupor anymore, thanks to the baby, and Castiel. So, the only relaxation, or escape, currently open to him was sex which he could only have with Castiel because of the bond, and he so wasn't about to reward that SOB after all this.
"What side effects exactly?" Bobby questioned intently, including himself into the conversation now that it actually had something pertinent that he could deal with.
"Never mind that right now," Dean dismissed evasively. "We have summoned something we didn't have a name for before and that's probably the best way to handle this."
"We've never . . .," Sam started with a little uncertainty.
"Cass," Dean stated firmly. "Pamela called Cass before we knew his name. We can summon this thing the same way. If we can find a psychic willing to do it."
"Yeah, because that went so well last time," Sam snarked sarcastically.
"You got a better idea," Dean barked out hotly. "Because I so am not going to count on Beavis and Butthead to help us out." Sam reluctantly shook his head in denial.
"Pamela needed to touch something . . ." Bobby started but Dean cut him off.
"I still have a scar from where it bit me," Dean offered, leaving out the fact that Cass had bit him in the same place, more than once. He still felt like this was the best bet on getting information on the demon thing.
Castiel narrowed his eyes at his mate but didn't say a word to counter the idea.
"What about what happened last time, Dean?" Sam cautioned urgently. "Do you really think there's anyone out there that's going to take one for us like Pamela did? Hell, Pamela wouldn't have even thought of doing it, if she'd had a clue."
"I know that." Dean admitted firmly then glanced at the angels surrounding them and pointed out, "But we have Grey's Anatomy meets Touched By An Angel which includes the best health benefits ever. They will be able to warn us before that happens and, if worse comes to worse and it does happen, they can heal whoever it is."
"I didn't volunteer, did I?" Balthazar argued with aloft distain. "I have so many much better things to do, you know, rather than be at the constant beck and call of a couple flannel wearing buffoons."
"Balthazar," Castiel started firmly, only to be interrupted by Balthazar's continuing irritation.
"No, Castiel," Balthazar snapped irately. "You know my feelings on this. Not all of us are head over . . ."
Gabriel interceded authoritatively, "Balthazar, go find Mike and Luce. Make sure they aren't starring in Apocalypse Now."
"Fine, but if they are fighting again, I'm staying invisible," Balthazar warned with a sulky pout then vanished from the study.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "Why couldn't have Dad figured out Eight Is Enough way before Dante's Inferno?"
"What about that girl we saved in that psychic town?" Dean wondered suddenly. "She owes us one."
"What psychic town?" Sam questioned at a complete loss. "What girl, Dean?"
"You know," Dean started to remind Sam then drew up suddenly. The memory of meeting up with Sam after Sam had left him again because he had killed the kitsune. But, Sam didn't know about that in this timeline and the Levianthans . . .
Sam watched Dean's eyes glaze over and prodded urgently, "Dean!"
Castiel moved directly in front of Dean and pressed two fingers to Dean's forehead so that he could see what was going on. He frowned slightly in concentration while he followed Dean's thought processes. Finally, he caught on and confirmed both mentally and verbally, "Didn't happen, Dean. Anything with them didn't happen."
Dean pulled back slightly and insisted as he turned away from everyone, "I know. It just took a moment. I'm good." He exhaled heavily and closed his slightly wet eyes against those awful memories. It always seemed as though if one got in, they all got in and he particularly hated watching Bobby's and Castiel's deaths.
Castiel frowned heavily but turned as he heard Bobby asked gruffly, "Know any real, trustworthy psychics? Cause this isn't something that I want to trust to a stranger if we can help it."
At that moment, the phone rang, causing everyone to stare at it with curious caution. Bobby picked it up and answered in his normal abruptness, "Singer." He listened for a moment while his eyes grew in size then he held the phone out for Sam, "It's for you, Sam."
Any ideas on who could possibly be calling Sam at this particular moment?
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review and let me know what you think. I have no idea what's going to happen next. Let me know if you do.