Ah seriously you guys are AMAZING! Thank you so much for the inspiration and clues to getting out of a writer's block. I've had em' before but this is one of my worst ones. BUT it's going away a little bit…not entirely but some.
Had a dream about drawing a picture…how odd? But I was drawing this creature I read about in German lore so I'll probably do a chapter or two about it once I'm done with the fairies. Hehe.
So…I'll stop bugging you. Enjoy. ^-^
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Chapter 31: Dust in the Wind; Part 7:
"Where is Castiel?" Lucifer suddenly asked just as Michael was finishing explaining about the situation to Bobby and Sam. He darted his eyes around to notice that said angel was indeed missing. He quickly slid his hand into the pocket of his jacket and realized that the syringe was gone.
"Oh that insolent little…" Michael muttered under his breath. He clenched his fists and felt his wings become darkened with irritation as the feathers twitched slightly.
"I say we just leave," Lucifer said, shrugging "It seems to me Castiel is an ungrateful little child and doesn't want our help."
Michael glared at him "The orders were to fix the situation. We cannot leave," he said firmly pulling away when Lucifer reached out to touch one of his wings. He did not enjoy the idea of anyone touching them.
Lucifer sighed "Well, what do we do then?" he asked "that leech just vanished and is untraceable from the retched sigils carved on his ribs…and we cannot detect Castiel's location."
"Well he honestly went to find Dean so there has to be some way to find them," Michael said, staring at his brother.
"Are you honestly that thick, Mikie…Castiel can only find the human from their 'profound bond'" Lucifer said mockingly with disgust on his face in the last two words.
"Stop calling me that," Michael snapped, stepping towards the younger archangel.
Lucifer rolled his eyes "Make me, Mikie," he said, grinning stupidly.
Michael stared down at Lucifer and debated on sending him into next week. He curled his hand into a fist.
"Oh no, if you two are going to have another hissy fit, you better get the Hell outta' my house," Bobby said flatly "I'm done with you wreckin' the place."
Gabriel grinned when as Bobby scolded the archangels. Michael and Lucifer even seemed honestly surprised at it when they turned to the hunter.
"Stop actin' like children or get out," Bobby said firmly, pointing to the door.
Lucifer chuckled and Michael just rolled his eyes, walking away from his brother. He took a deep breath "Bobby or Sam…do you have any idea of where Dean might go to feel safe?"
Sam glared "Nowhere is safe for him anymore with you asshats around," he muttered, crossing his arms.
Gabriel slowly spread out his wing and gently curled his feathers around the fuming Winchester. He grinned when he noticed Sam stiffen and dart his eyes around. Gabriel looked away when he felt Sam's eyes on him. He started to whistle slowly as he let the feathers brush across the hunter's face.
"What the hell?" Sam hissed, rubbing at his face where he felt the tingling sensation "Gabriel."
"Hm?" Gabriel asked, turning to Sam and trying to keep a straight face as he let the tip of one of his feathers poke inside Sam's ear.
Sam quickly grabbed at his ear when he felt the tickling that sent a wave of goose bumps over his body. He ground his teeth "Will you stop that?" he growled at Gabriel.
"I'm not doing anything," Gabriel said, holding his hands up as if to prove a point. He gently curled and entire wing around Sam and wrenched him over.
Sam tried to fight it but stumbled at the force that sent him into Gabriel's arms. He hissed out when Gabriel yanked him onto his lap as he sat on the floor. Sam struggled for a moment but he knew Gabriel's wings were out, making it nearly impossible. So he sighed as he sat sideways in the archangel's lap. Gabriel curled his wings and his arms around Sam "I wuv my wittle giant man," he crooned, squeezing tighter, pushing his cheeks against the irritated Winchester's.
Sam ground his teeth "You are so annoying," he groaned.
"Gabriel, knock it off!" Michael said, irritated "Why do you have to be so immature?"
Gabriel stuck his tongue out at Michael, who just turned away.
"You guys are worse than Sam and Dean," Bobby said, irritated as he took a seat at the table.
"Let go," Sam growled in a low voice into Gabriel's ear.
Gabriel smirked and gently brushed a hand through Sam's hair, causing the hunter to relax slightly. Honestly, hardly anyone ever did that and it was one of the only things that could soothe him. He tried to fight it but succumbed as Gabriel tugged gently in the spots he knew by heart.
Sam stared into those soft, honey amber eyes and instantly forgot they were in a full room. He lifted a hand to pull his angel into a kiss. Gabriel seemed surprised for a moment but instantly returned the kiss, gently licking along Sam's lip. He grinned slightly as he snapped his fingers and they were suddenly pushing a grape Jolly Rancher from mouth to mouth.
"Dammit you idjits!" Bobby suddenly said, his voice filled with irritation "That is just something I never wanted to see."
Sam instantly pulled away, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment when he noticed everyone staring at them. Gabriel was grinning as he sucked on the jolly rancher.
"You are the strangest bunch I have ever seen," Adeline suddenly spoke for the first time in what seemed like forever. Everyone turned to her in surprise.
"Did ya miss me?" Balthazar suddenly asked as he appeared in the room, holding a glass of amber liquid in one hand and a deep, dark red rose in the other. It seemed to have a type of glow surrounding it and the buds twitched slightly. He held it out to Adeline, whose eyes lit.
"Is that…?" she questioned, holding it in her hand and sniffing it.
"Yes it is," Balthazar said smugly.
"What's the big deal about a rose?" Sam questioned.
"This is a type of rose only grown on Jupiter," Balthazar said as he sipped at his scotch.
Sam lifted his eyebrows "Wow," he said, sighing when he felt Gabriel's wings gently brush through his hair.
Balthazar gave them an odd look before shrugging and glancing around the room "What did I miss? Where is the man-fairy?"
"We have no idea," Michael said "he vanished then Castiel followed right after."
"Lovely work," Balthazar said "And I expected so much more control from the archangels."
Michael ignored that comment and turned to Bobby, who was drinking a glass of whiskey and reading through a book about fairies.
Gabriel quickly released Sam and stood up when he felt two powers closing in on the room. All of the angels and the fairy glanced around the room in unison and Sam stood up, glad to finally be free.
"There you are!" Michael said once Castiel and Dean materialized into the room beside Bobby, who jumped slightly in surprise. He turned his eyes to Dean and couldn't stop the snort of laugh that escaped him when he examined the long, dark purple fairy wings on his back.
"Hey Bobby," Dean said, slightly irritated at being laughed at.
"You look more like an idjit than usual," Bobby said with a low chuckle.
Dean glowered at him for a moment before hiding the wings from everyone. He turned to Lucifer, whose eyes were glowing fiercely, consisting what looked like small flames in the irises "You," Lucifer growled, walking over "You drank my blood, you disgusting vermin."
Dean grinned "And it tasted just like apple pie," he said, licking his lips.
"I will tear your heart out," Lucifer snarled, taking another step, his wings out and angled angrily as what looked like Hellfire radiated through the feathers in waves.
Dean just smiled smugly as Castiel stood in front of him protectively and Michael glared at Lucifer until he calmed down.
"Wait…Dean drank Luci's blood?" Balthazar questioned curiously.
"Castiel, where is the syringe?" Michael asked, whirling around to stare at the younger angel.
Dean pulled it out of his pocket "This?" he asked.
"Give it to me," Michael said, holding out a hand.
"No," Dean said, closing his fingers around it "First I want to ask Adeline what it does."
Adeline slid the rose-like flower into her hair before turning bright green eyes to Dean "Well, I know what it does to fairies but not humans," she said.
"Okay, what does it do to them?" Dean asked, pushing Castiel's wing down so he could see. Castiel sighed and let his wings curl behind him.
"First, when it was injected, the fairies would be in a lot of pain as the formula burned off the infection," Adeline said "that would last almost an hour before they would go into a deep sleep, somewhat like a coma."
Castiel took a deep breath, already wanting to throw the formula down the drain.
"Go on," Dean said.
"Well, then they would wake up and be fine," Adeline said simply "Though depending on the fairy, sometimes they would wake up within minutes, other times they would wake up in days. They will seem like they are dead…no heartbeat, cold skin and whatnot but they wouldn't be."
"I don't know about this," Castiel suddenly said "It seems risky."
"I'll do it," Dean said, earning widened eyes from Sam, Bobby and Cas.
"It's better than me turning into a monster," Dean said defensively as he pulled the small plastic covering off of the needle.
"Finally, at least one of you Winchester's has a brain," Lucifer said.
Dean took a deep breath as he gently held the needle up "Where should it go?" he asked.
"Someone else should do it," Adeline said "If it starts to cause him pain then he will not be able to finish the dose."
Everyone glanced at each other as if asking who would dare try it with Castiel standing right there.
"I'm not going to get my feathers fried," Lucifer said, holding up his hands.
"Me neither," Gabriel said, pulling Sam back against him.
"I'm just a wee little angel," Balthazar said "You're the big boys."
They all turned their eyes to Michael who sighed and rolled his eyes "Castiel, would you like to do it?" he asked.
Castiel shifted slightly "Um…" he said, turning to Dean. He really didn't want to be the cause of pain so yet again, he was going to let Michael be the culprit.
"Okay," Michael said "But you need to go into another room…I don't need you trying to kill me."
Castiel turned back to Dean "I want to stay with him," he said, locking cerulean blue with emerald eyes. He leaned in slightly and cupped Dean's jaw to pull him into a kiss "I'll be right here with you," he whispered "I love you."
Dean groaned and pulled away "Please no chick-flick moments," he said but he smiled slightly as Castiel did.
Dean handed the syringe to Michael, who slowly brushed a finger across the needle to make sure the small hole wasn't blocked. He then turned to Dean, who was slowly walking over to the couch. He sat down on it, letting out a murmur of surprise when Castiel appeared beside him before he could lay his head down. He sighed and waited as Michael leaned down beside him, holding the needle beside his neck "I'm going to inject it into your neck so it moves faster," he said.
"Alright just get it over with," Dean said, ignoring the fear that seeped into him. He could really die from this but it wouldn't be a first. He died far too many times to even care anymore. He closed his eyes and smiled lightly when he felt the familiar warmth of Castiel's wings curling around him protectively.
Michael let out a long breath before jabbing the needle into Dean's skin. It slid in like a knife through butter and he gently began to push the liquid inside the artery.
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Crowley was sitting upon the chair in the small home he created in Hell. The building looked somewhat like a medieval mansion amongst the tattered and broken souls. For a while, he tried the whole waiting in line thing but he was bored of that fairly quickly and resorted to turning Hell into something like another entire land made up of landscapes made of battered bodies and dirt made of crushed bones. There were bodies of water created of a mixture of blood and lava and the 'sky' was a cloud of thick, black sulfuric smoke. Demons filled the lands, each with their human souls which they were breaking.
He smiled smugly as he sank into the deep, thick leather of his chair inside the sitting room. He flicked on his unbelievably large television, turning on one of the Saw movies as he came up with new ideas for torture.
"You'll never be as good a devil as me," Lucifer suddenly said and Crowley groaned as he turned to see the hallucination sitting upon the armrest of the recliner. He had been relieved not to see the hallucination for almost three days total but he should have known the damn thing would come back the moment he could relax.
He jumped in his chair when there was suddenly a loud crack and a heavy breeze. He darted his eyes around the room just to see that it was suddenly filled with hundreds of small, fairy-like creatures; they were glowing in purple lights and making little growls and snarls as they all raced to him.
"What on Earth…" Crowley hissed as he jumped to his feet, swinging his arms and his bat-like wings, trying to shove away the little fairies.
"Crowley!" a few of the fairies shouted "King has sent us to you!"
Crowley growled, hissing out a mouthful of angry flames from his true form. Some of the fairies squealed as they backed away from the Hellfire as a few others fell onto the floor with little thuds, their wings fried off of them.
"Get away from me," Crowley growled, batting off a few more. He hissed out again when he suddenly felt them clinging onto his wings and neck, biting him; it felt merely like little bee stings but he felt them sucking blood from his body.
The Lucifer hallucination cackled beside him, holding his stomach "Wow, this is just perfect," he laughed.
Crowley growled, yanking small fairies off of him. He hissed out in pain when he felt them tearing the flesh off of him. He threw out a wave of flames, causing almost all of them to back up. He held up one of the fairies by their wings "What are you?" he asked.
"We do not know a name for out race," the little fairy said, flailing to try and escape but failing as the use of her wings was impossible.
Crowley stared at the fairy thing. She was small and naked but had glowing red eyes, daggered teeth and dark red hair. Her wings were pitch black as he tried to pry them from his grip. He growled out again when another wave of the fairy-things attacked him.
"Who sent you?" he demanded, tugging at one of the wings in a threatening way.
"King has sent us! He has told us to follow you!" the little thing said proudly "We do what our King says."
"Who is your King?" Crowley asked, his bat-like wings flailing to shove off the other little fairies.
"Dean Winchester is our King! He is out mighty King! He has sent us to you…we must stay here with you until he says we can leave," the fairy squeaked proudly "We will do as he says!"
Crowley snarled as he tore the wings off of the little fairy. She screamed in pain as he threw her onto the floor in the pile of the other fairies, which were growing their wings back slowly.
"Wow. Even when you're in Hell, those Winchester's can ruin your mere existence," Lucifer laughed mockingly.
"Shut up!" Crowley snapped, hating how that hallucination made him cave. Normally, he ignored it completely but with the irritation of the nasty little winged things, he lost it.
"Oh Father, he speaks!" Lucifer crooned "I shall thank thy Heavens and thy brothers!" he said, staring up to the ceiling.
"I will tear his heart out!" Crowley snarled, swinging at a few more of the creatures as he stormed out of the mansion. He had a plan but he would need a lot of help to make it happen.
After a few minutes of calling for a meeting, he was standing in the midst of a large, dark field made of human remains. Almost two hundred of his most powerful demons were standing in a circle around him, each batting away the small fairies which were darting at them and trying to feed on them.
"I have called all of you here for an important purpose," Crowley shouted and immediately, all of the demons hushed down to listen as they winced when the little fairies started biting them.
"As you can see, we have been invaded by these vile little monsters," Crowley said "Who do we have to thank for this?" he asked no one in particular. After a moment, he continued "Dean Winchester."
There was a wave of angry snarled and harsh, flickering of small wings from the demons. The most powerful ones had the bat-like wings and almost half of the crowd had them.
"So we are all going to invade the place where he resides!" Crowley shouted "Together we can take out those pathetic archangels and take Dean Winchester. Make him pay for everything he has done. We will even take that enormous brother of his!"
There was a roar of agreement and Crowley smirked as he swung a fist at one of the fairies who squealed and fell to the ground.
"Follow me," he said, knowing they would search everywhere until they found the culprits and kill everyone who got in the way. He snapped his fingers and about one hundred Hellhounds appeared before him "Are you ready?" he asked the hounds.
They all howled in response and he glanced at the demons before stretching his wings, shaking off a few of the fairies.
"Oo we haven't gone on a trip upstairs in so long!" Lucifer said gleefully as he arched his own black wings.
Crowley ignored him and shook of the last few fairies before soaring up, followed by the other demons and hellhounds.
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Castiel winced to fight off tears as he curled his wings around Dean's body. He was writhing in his grip, crying out in pain, his entire body slick with sweat.
"I'm sorry," Castiel whispered, tightening his wings around his hunter, trying to soothe the pain he was in. It wasn't working so Castiel just cradled him. Bobby and Sam were in a different room, trying to block out the sounds of Dean screaming in agony.
"Are you sure you can't do it?" Michael asked Castiel for a third time.
"I am sure Michael, I've tried three times now," Castiel said in annoyance as he tried to teleport Dean to another place. For some reason, Dean's body was fighting off the flight.
Michael sighed and turned to Lucifer, whose head perked up, his wings stretching as he felt the demons closing in. Michael then felt it at the same instant the rest of the angels in the room did.
"What is going on?" Castiel asked, his voice filling with concern as the room started shaking.
"Demons," Lucifer said, standing up "And a lot of demons."
"What?" Castiel questioned, fear seeping through his veins as his grace shivered at the feel of that many powerful demons closing in. He held Dean tighter, knowing it was most likely Crowley, being pissed about the fairy-things.
"Why are demons coming here?" Michael asked, turning to Castiel in confusion.
Castiel opened his mouth to speak but was cut off as the entire house started to shake and rattle and the room darkened to pitch black at the dark smoke ascended through the windows.
"What the hell?" they heard Sam and Bobby shouting.
Michael instantly shot out his wings, letting off a bright white light to reveal the room. Everyone froze when they saw what seemed like over a hundred demons in vessel pouring into the house. Almost a hundred more were still swirling around the house, making it feel like they were suffocating in darkness.
Sam and Bobby ran into the room, each holding a shotgun. They froze when they noticed just how many were inside.
"Hello angels," Crowley said, appearing in front of the demons, which all paused. He turned to his demons and hounds "attack!" he shouted.
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Okay, honestly I wasn't going to do anything even remotely like that but…well…it kinda just happened. I hope you don't mind…I've always wanted to see something like this. :D
Please leave reviews you amazing people. Seriously, you were all such a big help in getting out of the writer's block. I still had it in the beginning but as I came to the end, it kinda went away some.
Also, I have gotten a suggestion of Dean maybe becoming an angel…I was just wondering what you others think of that idea?