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Chapter 29: Dust in the Wind; Part 5:
Dean groaned as he lay on the couch at Bobby's. He wasn't home at the moment so they were waiting patiently for him to return from the supply run. Sam was sitting at the desk, reading through some of the very few books they found on the Fae.
"I'll be back," Dean said suddenly as he stood up. He could feel his wings pressing up against his jacket and he wanted to go and stretch them in a place away from anyone.
Sam lifted his head up "Dean," he said slowly "I don't think you should be out on your own."
"Seriously?" Dean snapped "I'm not some friggen child Sam."
"I'm just saying…we should wait until the angels come back," Sam said, staring into the irritated eyes of his brother.
"No," Dean said "I'm not waiting around for them. These stupid wings hurt."
Sam sighed and lifted his hands "Fine," he said, defeated as he turned back to his books. He wasn't in the mood to argue with Dean while he was like this.
Dean ground his teeth and grabbed the keys to the Impala. He figured he would run up to the store to grab something to eat. He was starving and Bobby didn't have anything good…he wanted something…he just didn't know what. Once he stepped outside, he froze to stare at the scenery. He still couldn't get used to seeing everything with the soft glow around it. He grinned at the Impala which had its own little dark blue glimmer.
"Hey baby," he said, running his hand alone the smooth steel "You look beautiful."
He was about to pull the door open when he suddenly remembered that he could just teleport there. He knew he was told not to but it's not like they would know; it would also be a lot faster. He grinned and pulled off his jacket to hold it.
He let out a pleased moan when his wings stretched and the warm breeze brushed over them. He glanced down into the reflection of the Impala and was amazed when he couldn't see them. He knit his eyebrows and turned to look but they weren't visible. That was when he realized he was intentionally hiding them. He didn't know it until then but when he thought about how he didn't want to look at them, they disappeared. Just as if a test, he let it roam into his mind that he wanted to visualize them.
He lifted his eyebrows when the colors formed back. They were very bruise purple and cerulean blue. He grinned and hid them again, glad he could finally control who got to see them. He took a deep breath as he tried to figure out how to teleport. Last time he did it, it was by accident so he had no idea where to start. He decided to practice by visualizing the spot across the parking lot. He closed his eyes and focused. After a moment, he peered and eye open to see he was in the exact same place.
"Oh what the hell," he muttered, trying a different method. Instead of visualizing, he just thought about being across the street. He grinned when he felt a breeze and when he opened his eyes, he was standing across the street, facing Bobby's house. "Sweet," he said.
Now he just thought about the gas station and when he opened his eyes, he was standing in behind the store in the parking lot. He smirked but his stomach dropped when he noticed an old, balding man stopped by the door of his car, his eyes widened at Dean.
"What?" Dean asked, pulling his jacket back over his wings just in case they were going to show "It's rude to stare," he said.
The old man continued to stare at him, jaw slacked.
Dean felt irritation flicker "What the hell is your problem, old man? Get away from me," he snapped. The old man quickly entered his vehicle and drove off, the tires screeching in the process.
Dean stood there for a moment, suddenly feeling bad for blowing up like that. He didn't even know why he did it. He couldn't stop himself. He sighed and walked around the front and entered the gas station.
He smiled when he felt the cool breeze wash over him from the AC. It was a little convenience store/gas station. The walls and floors were light beige and three aisles lined through the middle, one with both sides containing chips and dips; another had cleaning supplies and some toiletries with a coffee section set at the end. The last aisle was filled with candies and cookies and other sweets. Along the walls were coolers filled with sodas, alcohol and other little foods.
Dean immediately walked over to where the soda was and stared into it at all the different colors and labels but nothing was really sticking out to him. He sighed and walked over to make a cup of coffee. He shot a look at the man who was standing there, blocking the way. He cleared his throat and the man with light brown hair apologized and scuffled to the side.
"Thank you," Dean said, grabbing a cup and setting it down to pour coffee in. He then glanced over and his eyes set on the creamer. He normally didn't use creamer but his stomach growled slightly so he grabbed the cream and continued to dump it into his coffee. He put in as much as he could before it almost spilled over the top and the coffee was almost completely white. He grinned and slid the lid on.
"Oops," the man beside him said.
Dean turned and his eyes set on the packet of sugar in the man's hand. He glanced at the table and noticed a small amount spilled on the gray top. His muscles twitched as he stared at it and for a moment, he forgot about his coffee. He needed to count the grains.
"Crap," he hissed as he leaned down to the sugar. The man stared down in confusion just as he was about to clean it up.
Dean then started to push the sugar grain by grain, counting each one. He was in a daze while doing this and he ended up stopping when he counted 106 grains. He leaned back up and smiled for a moment before grinding his teeth. He seriously just did that.
The other man had already left and Dean turned to look at the store manager, who was just staring with a baffled expression. Dean licked his lips and grabbed his coffee before turning back to the coolers. He grabbed a pint of cream before walking over to the candy section. He ended up with three chocolate bars, a bag of Skittles and some peanut m&ms. He walked up to the counter and the manager skimmed through his sweets, scanning each one with a blank look on his face. Dean bought his items and walked outside as he lifted the coffee and sipped at it.
"Oh that's so good," he said, grinning when it poured down his throat and warmed his stomach. He stared around for a moment before walking back to a deserted spot to teleport from without attracting any more attention. He strolled into the back and pulled off his jacket to free his wings for flight.
"King!" a small voice suddenly shouted.
Dean jumped and whirled around to see a small Tink-like fairy flying towards him. She was tiny like a Tink but instead of a yellow-white light, she one had a dark bluish purple glow around her. Her skin was almost pure white and she had black hair and red eyes.
"What do you want?" Dean asked "What did you do to me?"
"King. We have been looking everywhere for you," the Tink-thing said and as she spoke, he noticed she had sharp, dagger-like teeth.
"Um…I'm not some King to you stupid fairies," Dean snapped "I don't even know what's going on."
"But King, we are hungry. We need orders so we can hunt," the Tink-thing said.
"Go to Hell," Dean said, swatting at the Tink-thing with black wings.
The thing tilted her head but nodded "For how long?"
"Forever…get away from me," Dean bit.
"Okay King," the Tink-thing said and then she disappeared.
Dean stared for a moment, feeling completely baffled that the thing just listened to him. He felt kinda' bad for making her go to Hell forever but sighed and shrugged it off before taking another sip of his coffee.
He then closed his eyes and thought about Bobby's place.
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Sam watched as Dean walked outside. He huffed and turned back to the book. After about a minute, he groaned and closed it, knowing he wasn't going to find anything.
He hissed and jumped up in the chair when he felt a whoosh over him and the sound of wings. He turned to see Castiel standing there, his hair a mess in his face and his expression something like fear and anxiety. That was really uncommon for that particular angel so Sam was immediately concerned "What wrong, Cas?" he asked, standing up.
"Where is Dean?" Castiel asked, his gruff voice sounding out of breath.
"He just went out for some air," Sam said, turning his eyes to a vile of green powder in Castiel's hand "What is that?"
In typical Cas fashion, he disappeared and Sam sighed. He was about to pour himself a drink when he felt another wave of angels. He groaned "Please stop doing that," and he turned to see four other angels in the room along with a woman he did not recognize. She was very beautiful, though and he found himself staring up and down her body.
"Where is Castiel?" Michael suddenly growled, his own hair windblown and his eyes full of rage.
"Uh…he just went to see Dean outside," Sam said, more alarmed by the ticked off angel than anything.
Gabriel was grinning as Michael disappeared and Lucifer was staring right at Sam.
"Hello love," Lucifer said with a wink "I've missed you."
Sam glared at him and wished he had laser vision "Why are you still around?"
"Screw off Luci…this is my moose," Gabriel said and Sam grinned when he was pulled into a backbreaking hug. He felt his body warm in those arms and he wondered if Gabriel had his wings out. He smiled and cupped the short angel's face into his hands as he placed a rough kiss on his lips.
Balthazar grinned at the couple and turned to Adeline "Hey…we could do that too, you know," he said, leaning down. She swung her hand back and caught him directly on the jaw.
He hissed in pain and grabbed his jaw to rub out the sharp pain "Damn, you don't hit like a girl," he mumbled.
There was a loud crack outside and in seconds, Sam found himself outside with Gabriel, who was pulling away from the kiss. He turned to see what was happening.
Castiel yelped out in pain when he felt the hot, piercing pain shoot through him. He winced and turned his eyes to Michael, whose own blue eyes were glowing ferociously, the light in his hand fading but smoke still poured from it.
"You will show me respect," Michael spat "I gave you an order and you directly disobeyed me. I don't care if you're an archangel. I am in charge right now and you will listen or I will have to do that again."
Castiel gulped, trying to soothe the burn from Michael's lash out. He growled when Michael tore the vile from his hands. He was about to jump forward but Michael grabbed his wing and twisted "Do you understand me?" he asked, his face so close Castiel could feel his warm breath on his cheek.
Castiel glared "That stuff can kill him," he said. He cried out when he felt another pain.
"Michael, just let him go," Gabriel said suddenly. They had been watching since the crack of lightning.
"You shut up," Michael said, knowing he was overacting but he honestly was just fed up with all the disrespect. He needed to let Castiel know where he stood.
Gabriel felt irritated and his stomach turned to see Castiel in pain like that and he knew Michael wasn't just holding the wing. He knew his brother well and knew he was sending fiery pain into it. He couldn't stand another second so he flashed over and shoved Michael off. Michael growled after stumbling back then straightened out and began to storm back over. Gabriel stood in front of the young angel and held out his hands "Calm down. You know he won't listen. He loves Dean…I know you don't understand what love is but let me tell you, no matter how much you hurt him, he will not calm down until he knows Dean is safe."
Michael stopped as his hand began to charge.
Lucifer sighed and walked over. He slowly reached a hand into Michael's feathers and grabbed a bundle of them.
Michael gasped and instantly froze as Lucifer latched onto his sensitive feathers and he immediately felt peaceful pulses shoot through his body and before he knew what was happening, he was stepping back to try and get Lucifer to soothe more of his feathers.
Lucifer grinned as he calmed his brother down in a matter of seconds. He knew every one of Michael's weaknesses and this was one he had used a lot.
"Okay," Gabriel said "Now Castiel. I know your worried about Dean but please don't do that to Michael again or I won't protect you."
Castiel frowned and stared down. He knew it was wrong. While they were in flight, he grabbed the vile from Michael then shoved him out of the path before darting at a speed neither of them could catch up with. He knew it probably hurt Michael but he didn't trust him.
Sam cleared his throat "Um…where is Dean?" he asked, noticing that Impala was still there but his brother was nowhere in sight.
Just as if he heard, there was a buzzing sound and Dean suddenly appeared in the middle of all of them.
Dean's heart jumped when he landed back at Bobby's to see five angels, his brother and some other chick standing there.
"Uh…um," Dean said, his stomach turning as his mind searched frantically for an excuse. He turned to Castiel's whose eyes were a mixture of fear and anger.
"I told you not to do that," Castiel said.
"I was hungry," Dean said as he threw his empty coffee cup on the ground and pulled out the pint of cream; he started to guzzle it down. His stomach warmed and he felt another wave of lightheadedness take over. He was definitely getting drunk and he thought it was friggen awesome it was happening from cream.
He turned to see the angels all staring at him…like reading him. He felt really uncomfortable before turning his eyes to the hot fairy "Who is she?"
The girl's eyes watched him, narrowing in a scrutinizing way that made Dean feel nervous "What is your problem?" he asked.
Castiel jumped slightly when he felt something moving around in the left pocket of his trench coat. He knit his eyebrows and slid his hand inside and felt something warm moving. He closed his hands around it and pulled it out.
The little Tink, Abidel, was staring at him with big blue eyes and a cheeky smile "That was fun. Can we fly again?" she asked, flying out of his hand and clinging onto his neck again.
"What the hell is that?" Dean suddenly asked, glaring at the little naked girl on Castiel.
Castiel twitched and moved his hand to pull her off but she just moved to the other side before he could. He repeated the process twice before sighing "Please leave me alone," he said.
"I like you," Abidel said, hugging his neck again.
"Hey, get the hell away from my man," Dean said, realizing how much like a chick he just sounded like but he didn't care. He stormed over and tried to grab the little Tink but she just backed up, her eyes narrowing at him.
"Your evil," she said "I want him."
"Listen Tink, don't make me mad. I crispy-fried your friend and I won't hesitate to do that same to you," Dean said, feeling rage at the idea of this little naked lady all over Castiel.
Abidel rose up in the air, her wings flushing in angry tones of red "You!"
"Yeah me," Dean said "Back off of my angel."
"Abidel, I told you to leave the angel alone," Adeline suddenly said.
Castiel sighed and began to walk over to Dean.
"Dean, where are your wings?" Sam suddenly asked.
"I don't want anyone to see them," Dean said, grabbing Castiel by the trench coat and pulling him into his arms. He growled out when the Tink – Abidel – threw herself into him. That was when he had enough.
He ground his teeth and shot his hand out to catch Abidel in mid-air. She squealed and thrashed in his hand but he had a steel grip on her.
"I've just about had enough with stupid fairies," Dean muttered, holding her tightly as he stormed into the house.
"Dean…what are you doing?" Sam shouted, running after his brother.
Castiel followed close behind just as Adeline did to protect the Tink; Balthazar just followed Adeline around like a puppy dog.
Michael just shook his head and lifted the vile to inspect it "Do you think this could kill him?" he asked.
Lucifer shrugged as he walked away from Michael "Why does it matter? Why do we even care what happens to them? They got us both locked in the cage."
"We care because our brother loves him," Gabriel said.
"And you love Sam?" Lucifer questioned, arching an eyebrow.
Gabriel didn't say a word and instead walked into the house.
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Dean laughed to himself as he stormed over to the microwave in Bobby's house.
"Dean stop!" Castiel said "You know that's wrong."
"If you dare throw her in that microwave, I will tear your heart out of your chest," Adeline growled.
Dean glanced at the two angels, the fairy and his brother standing behind him. He smirked as he pressed the button to open the microwave. He then began to put his hand inside.
Abidel shrieked and before Dean could comprehend a movement, he felt someone shove into him. He let go of Abidel and she quickly flew over to Adeline to hide behind her. Dean whirled around to see Sam standing just in front of him.
"What the hell, Sammy!" Dean snapped, feeling an uncontrollable anger pulse through him. He shoved at his brother, causing Sam to stumble back from the force. Dean was surprised to see Gabriel catch him before he could fall over.
Gabriel's eyes turned into a glowing anger when they met Dean's and the angel waved his arm. Dean hissed out when he felt his body crash into a wall across the room.
In a heartbeat, Castiel was by Dean's side, grabbing his arms to lift him up.
"Too much drama for me," Balthazar suddenly said "I'll be back." He vanished in a flurry.
"Abidel," Adeline said "Get back to Avalon."
Abidel frowned "I don't like that evil man," she said, pointing to Dean "Let me know when he dies."
All Dean wanted to do was throw that thing into the microwave and blow her up but she disappeared.
"So what is going on?" Dean asked, straightening up and moving away from Castiel, who was glaring at Gabriel; Gabriel was glowering at Dean as he stood in front of Sam.
"Move," Sam said, pushing Gabriel. He felt something tingling on his fingers and he knew it was Gabriel's wing. He quickly let go of it, not wanting to get distracted from the situation they were in.
"You've been infected by a very malicious creature," Adeline said.
"Who are you?" Dean asked her, glancing over to Castiel, who was beginning to relax as Gabriel did.
"My name is Adeline. I am a warrior from Avalon," Adeline said simply "I was sent here to help with the situation."
Dean nodded "Okay…so what malicious creature infected me?" Dean asked, finding amusement in the way she said those words.
"Have you come across any creatures that resemble Tinks?" Adeline probed.
Dean was silent for a moment before nodding "Yeah," he said "When I was at the store. Stupid thing kept calling me King."
Adeline nodded "They need a King and they must have decided you were the right one."
"I'm not going to be some stupid Fairy King," Dean muttered, feeling more irritation than before.
Dean winced and held a hand over his eyes when he noticed the bright white light indication an angel entering the room…well, two angels. He blinked a few times to regain focus in his eyes and suddenly, there was a loud crack and a thud.
Dean whirled around to see Castiel pinning Michael on the floor, his wings stretched and sparking with angry electricity. Michael's wings were twitching uncontrollably as he tried to shove Castiel off.
"What the hell?" Dean asked, feeling the anger coming from the two angels. He jumped when he felt another force grab him. He tried to pry out of the grip, thrashing his elbows but two deep black wings curled around him to hold him in place; he could smell a faint hint of sulfur "Get off!" he growled.
There was another thud and he turned to see Castiel flung across the room; he smashed into a wall, creating a large whole in the sheetrock. His heart skipped a beat before pounding in his chest as Michael darted at him with inhuman speed, holding a syringe in his hand. The syringe was filled with a glowing green liquid and Dean instantly smelled it. His body started to flail and his muscles coiled beneath his skin in a natural attempt to get away from that stuff. Whatever it was, his instincts knew it would hurt him.
He let out a growl as he tried to push out of Lucifer's hold. He turned eyes to see Gabriel holding back a frantic Sam.
"What are you doing to him?" he asked, his voice cracking in a mixture of anger and fear.
"This is going to take away the infection, Dean," Michael said calmly as he closed the rest of the distance.
Dean felt more panic rise and he instantly bit down on one of the wings holding him. He could feel his teeth dig and tear into the soft feathers and he felt bone from the arch.
Lucifer growled out in pain and Dean gasped as the grip tightened drastically; there was a sickening crack as one of his ribs snapped.
"No!" Castiel shouted, shooting back over to tackle Michael, who moved swiftly out of the way.
"Please Michael…you heard Oberon…that could kill him," Castiel said as Michael held him on the ground with a foot on the wing.
Dean darted eyes over to Adeline for help but she just had her arms crossed.
"We don't know if it will…and if it does, we can just bring him back," Michael said as though it were the most reasonable thing in the world.
"Please," Castiel croaked, his voice laced with tears as he tried to get up. He felt so helpless while Michael could kill Dean.
Dean sucked in a deep breath, wincing when his broken rib touched his lung and he bit down on the wing holding him again. This time he did not let go, despite the fiery burn he started to feel pumping through his veins.
"Just do it," Lucifer hissed at Michael.
Michael paused, glancing from Castiel to Dean "I don't know what else to do. We need to take away the infection before you lose control."
Dean stiffened when he felt a warm, sweet liquid start to fill his mouth. It tasted somewhat like the grace oil he tasted from Michael's wing before but this now he tasted something more; it reminded him of the syrupy filling in apple pie and it made his blood rush beneath his skin. He closed his eyes and bit harder, trying to slurp up any of the pie-tasting liquid he could.
He gasped when he was suddenly thrown onto the floor. He blinked furiously as he stared up into the furious eyes of Lucifer "Were you just drinking me blood?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion.
Dean gulped and licked his lips, trying to get any remnants of that sweet liquid off of his lips. He felt his body begin to shake and his eyes were becoming spotted
"Dean – look out!" Sam's voice shouted, snapping Dean out of the trance he was in. He turned to see Michael leaning down with the syringe and out he quickly closed his eyes and imagined being at the park he and Sam went to when they were younger. It was a few states over.
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