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I am so terribly sorry this took so long to get out and that it's not as well written. I'm really trying but first…found out my neighbors puppy (who plays with my dogs) has parvo…so I had to make sure my dogs didn't get it…then I got a 24 hour dehydration flu…and now I have a bruised bone on my hand and it hurts to type…all in all…bad week. BUT I'm workin my butt off on this chap for you. Hope you enjoy it.
So…I am going to be posting all of the Dust in the Wind chapters into a different set and it will have alternate endings…one with Fairy and one with Angel…then I might continue on to whichever one is liked more…in this story, I am going to be sticking with the basics so I can get back to some random Oneshots…hehe. So If you want to read the other endings, you can check it out once I post it. I'll let you know when.
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Chapter 33: Dust in the Wind; Part 9:
…Before Crowley shows up to Sam, Bobby and Lucifer…
Dean groaned as he opened his eyes. His head throbbed painfully, causing a pressure behind his eyes. He knit his eyebrows and sat up as he glanced around the room he was in. It was small and dark, dimly lit with only a small light in the corner from a lamp. He took a deep breath and winced when he felt his ribs shoot piercing pains through his body. He realized now he was in a cell-like cage with bars made of iron; the floors and walls were dark gray cement.
He scanned his body to see he was wearing a tattered and bloody white t shirt and torn dark blue jeans. Crimson red was soaking through the white material of his shirt; he bit down on his lip as he peeled the sticky cloth from his skin. He knit his eyebrows to see a knife plunged into his ribs. The hilt was broken off, making it impossible to pull out.
He took shallow breaths, trying to avoid causing more damage to his lungs. He scanned the cell once more and blinked rapidly, trying to think of where he was. He breathed in and was met by the hot, humid and musky scent of sulfur and burnt flesh. No…he couldn't be in Hell.
His heart sunk when he realized the injection must have killed him. Last thing he remembered was the feel of the needle entering his skin…that was it, though. He was dead and sent to Hell for some reason.
"Ah, your awake," came an annoying voice.
Crowley quickly slid into the cell, locking and closing the door behind him so he could keep those retched monsters out. He turned his eyes to Dean and ground his teeth in irritation at the hunter. He grinned slightly, though to see the worry in those deep green eyes.
"Why am I here?" Dean asked, wincing when the knife plunged deep into his lung. He coughed, gritting his teeth from the pain of that motion. He spit out a mouthful of blood, hunching over in the process. His eyes lazily stared over the trickles of crimson spilling onto the cement.
"I need you to send those vile creatures somewhere else!" Crowley burst angrily, his deep tuscan and black leathery wings flailing behind him in rage.
Dean stared at them for a moment in wonder. They were really friggen' awesome…he wasn't ashamed to admit that. Castiel's wings were so much nicer, though. The way they sent those jolts of pleasure through his body…the way they make his skin crawl deliciously with warmth.
"What are you staring at?" Crowley snarled, feeling irritated at the lack of response in the human. He expected Dean to attack him or shout or do anything other than sit there.
"Your wings," Dean said simply, wincing slightly. He noticed the bite marks scattered across the leather "I see you met the Tink-things," he laughed, causing more pain and blood to spill from his lips.
"Oh Crowley, you can't even make a human fear you," the hallucination said, appearing beside him.
Crowley glowered at it as Lucifer lounged against the wall.
"You're a horrible devil," Lucifer added.
"Make them leave or you're going to be in here forever!" Crowley hissed at Dean, who just grinned.
"Okay whatever," Dean said "You should know that there are four archangels ready to bring me back…one being Lucifer…you know him?"
Lucifer cackled beside Crowley "No respect," he said "You should fear me…or other me," he placed a finger on his chin as though in deep thought as he stared up at the ceiling.
Crowley hissed out a mouthful of flames.
Dean flinched and let out a cry of pain as Hellfire scalded across his body. He quickly stood up, wobbling slightly when his head spun.
"None of those angels can even get in here!" Crowley growled, smoke leaving from his lips "I have warded them off."
Dean knit his eyebrows as he patted out the last bit of flames licking up his now charred shirt. He could smell his own burnt flesh and it made him nauseous.
"That is…if they are still alive," Crowley added in, grinning when he saw fear cross the hunter's face.
"What?" Dean asked, confused. Why wouldn't they be alive?
"I set two hundred of my best demons and all of my best Hellhounds on them," Crowley said, closing some of the distance between him and Dean.
Dean felt fear seep into him…he wasn't worried so much about the angels as he was about Sam and Bobby. It felt like his blood froze in his body as he stared at the smug expression on Crowley's face.
"A-and Sammy?" Dean asked, realizing his voice was cracking.
Crowley just grinned "How about you get rid of those vermin and I'll tell you how your brother is," he said simply, clasping his hands together.
"Like Hell I would ever trust you," Dean snapped, not even flinching when the King of Hell lunged at him, wings and all. He stood still and proud as the demon growled in his face.
Dean clenched his hand into a fist and threw it forward, catching Crowley on the jaw. He winced when he felt the bones in his knuckles crack slightly. He bit back the pain though and remained still as Crowley straightened up.
Dean couldn't help but cry out in pain when he was suddenly thrown onto the hard, cold cement. He felt a few more of his ribs snap as blood began to seep into his lungs. He coughed some more of the liquid that trickled up his throat. He tried to get up but hissed out when he felt Crowley climb on top of him, sitting on his thighs.
"Get off," Dean growled, trying to throw fists but Crowley's wings batted them away, he warm and thick leathery texture sending waves of liquid fire into his veins. He ground his teeth to hold back the agonizing scream of it filling his body.
He lost it though and a scream slipped through his lips as he felt Crowley grab the blade inside of him. He felt he King of Hell start to twist it and Dean realized then that it was no ordinary blade…it felt as though it was covered in two inch long spikes all around as they sliced through his flesh.
"King!" a voice shouted and Dean opened his eyes to see at least one hundred fairy things piling up, creating a bright, beaming purple ball that was at least twenty feet round. He could feel their power emanating as the beam of energy shot through the bars; the sound of creaking and shattering informed Dean that they succeeded.
He grinned when Crowley hissed out. He watched as the small fairies each latched onto his wings. There was a buzzing of their wings fluttering and Dean watched in amazement as the purple beam of light lifted a snarling and thrashing Crowley into the air.
"Wow!" Lucifer exclaimed "Your being taken out by tiny little fairies...that is truly sad."
Crowley bat his wings frantically and was relieved when one managed to pull free. He scanned his mind for anything that could defend him against fairies when he noticed Dean climbing to his feet, about to make an escape.
Dean quickly scrambled to his feet…he didn't know how far he would make it but if he could just get out of the area that warded off angels then he would be okay. He froze when he heard a snap and suddenly, the entire room was filled with a sweet sugary scent.
He whirled around and his stomach dropped to see half of the cell filled with four foot high mounds of pure white grains of sugar as well as several bowls of cream. Dammit. He felt his body immediately start to react as his hands twitched to count every single grain of sugar that sat in the room. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to fight the urge but it was useless. When he opened his eyes, he was already walking over to the closest mound and sitting down.
Crowley grinned in satisfaction when all of the fairies released him and immediately piled around the bowls of cream and piles of sugar. He turned to Dean, who had a scowl on his face as he grabbed a handful of the grains "Well, I'll be going now," he said "I've got some angels to make a deal with."
"Dick," Dean muttered as he started to separate the grains.
. . .Back in Present. . .
Crowley lifted his eyebrows when Bobby, Sam and Lucifer all jumped up from their spots in sync.
"Oo you're in trouble now," the hallucination said, slowly walking over to the other Lucifer.
Crowley backed up slightly when he noticed Sam coming after him with the demon-killing blade "Hey, I wouldn't do that if you ever want to see your brother again," he said, holding up a hand.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, stopping mid-step.
"Well, I don't give a crap about that Winchester," Lucifer growled, wincing when he torn wing dragged across the floor. He clenched his fist and pressed his thumb and middle finger together.
"You're gonna' get blown up!" the hallucination sang.
"Don't do it," Michael's voice suddenly sounded as the room filled with three more angels.
Lucifer growled angrily, baring his teeth as he turned to the eldest archangel "Excuse me?" he asked, his voice deep "You're going to let that vermin live for a stupid human! After what he just did?"
Michael stared darkly at his brother "For now," he said.
Castiel felt his power boiling inside of his blood as he set his eyes on the monster that was Crowley. He clenched his fists as his wings twitched and darkened in fury. He wasn't sure how much longer he could resist smiting him.
"Where is Dean?" he asked, his voice darker than usual.
"Aw! Mikie?" the hallucination said loudly. Crowley turned his eyes to see fake-Lucifer running over to Michael, who was still staring at real-Lucifer.
Michael paused for a moment, feeling a strange presence in the room. He knit his eyebrows at the same moment Lucifer did. He quickly jerked his head to the side to examine the room for the culprit.
"They can sense me…because I'm part of…well…me," fake-Lucifer said, waving a hand in front of Michael's face. He then slowly touched one finger to the nose of the archangel.
Michael jumped back when he felt a sort of vibe shoot through his body from his nose. Lucifer hissed out in pain when Michael bumped into his wing. He shoved at him "Watch it," he snapped.
"Well, as much as I'd like to see you two have a scuffle, I'd really like to finish what I came here for so why don't you just destroy all of those fairy things in my realm," Crowley said, turning to the angels in the room.
"We don't make deals with demons," Lucifer snarled.
"Well, it seems at least one of you does," Crowley said, turning eyes to Castiel, who looked as though he was going to explode.
"What is happening?" Michael suddenly asked, feeling another sensation ripple through his body.
"Oh yeah," Crowley said "I would also like you to rid of the retched hallucination."
Sam lifted his head up before letting out a laugh "Wait…you still see it?" he asked.
"I miss his head," the fake-Lucifer said, walking away from Michael to go over to Sam.
"Hallucinations?" Michael asked.
Real-Lucifer grinned "Aren't they lovely?" he asked "…"
"Where is Dean?" Castiel burst. He felt his muscles suddenly coil and before he knew what was happening, he had Crowley pinned on the ground, his wings flailing out of control. He heard crashing sounds as they slammed into objects, knocking them onto the floor.
Sam grunted when he felt a force slam into his back and he teetered for a moment, off balance from the abrupt weight that hit him "What the…" he said, grabbing the desk to stay up. He winced when he was slammed again with whatever that was. This time it hit him in the face like a really soft but hard frying pan.
"Castiel! Stop it," Gabriel suddenly hissed, quickly appearing in front of Sam to block him from the wrath of ticked off angel wings.
Castiel ground his teeth, clenching his fist to avoid smiting the face off of the pathetic demon in his grasp. He needed him alive to get to Dean. He slowly calmed his wings before climbing off of Crowley.
"Really pitiful of you to come here after you just sent those demons, Crowley," Michael growled, trying to control his own wrath. It was because of this disgusting demon taint that Lucifer's wing was just barely hanging on.
"You got that right, Mikie," fake-Lucifer said, crossing his arms and standing in between Michael and the real-Lucifer.
Crowley climbed to his feet "Do as I say or you'll never get to him," he growled as he brushed off his suit again.
"Or we just kill you and destroy Hell trying to get him," Castiel said, his voice dark and menacing.
"You can't get into where he is. I've warded you feathery beings off," Crowley said, clasping his hands together. His eyes lit "Now…about that deal."
"Do you seriously think a few sigils are going to stop three archangels?" Michael asked, more curious as to if Crowley was seriously that thick.
"And you don't even know if they'll work," fake-Lucifer added in "Have you ever used them in Hell before?"
"No, I haven't!" Crowley growled, not realizing he was talking to the hallucination. He was getting confused as to which Lucifer was the real one considering they both looked identical now…wings and all "But I know it'll work!"
Everyone in the room stared at Crowley in confusion as he shouted to an empty space.
Fake-Lucifer grinned and walked over "You're going to die today Mr. Crowley," he said smoothly, running a hand along the leathery demon wing. Crowley ground his teeth as he stared back and forth from the two Lucifers.
Lucifer couldn't help but smirk smugly when he noticed just how disheveled Crowley looked and he only hoped that it was because of the hallucination. He contemplated what he thought he would do or say at the moment.
Crowley took a deep breath "If the sigils didn't work than you wouldn't be here alone…you would already have the Winchester."
Castiel stared down, realizing that was a perfectly valid point. They had already tried to get him in Hell but they couldn't enter the building he was in. They of course destroyed one of the walls they found the sigils on but that didn't get them very far. There were probably dozens of them all over the mansion-like place. Michael and Gabriel obviously just wanted to destroy the entire thing but Castiel made them second-guess when he mentioned that Dean was in there.
"Well, Mr. Crowley, we can always just kill you and then force one of your demons to pull him out for us," Lucifer said, really liking the idea.
Michael and Castiel turned to him and smiled slightly. They hadn't even thought of that…who knew Lucifer could ever come in handy.
Crowley froze on spot, realizing that could very well work. Most demons feared the archangels…especially after the battle that had just been lost against sixty percent of the most powerful demonic beings in Hell. His jaw dropped slightly but he quickly tried to mask it with pride "My demons would never help you."
"You're scared," Lucifer said with a laugh. Crowley turned to him and wasn't sure if it was the real one or not. The two Lucifers were standing side by side next to Michael. He averted his eyes to see Bobby still sitting at the desk, glowering in the same fashion as always. Gabriel was still standing in front of Sam, his wings spread in a glorious golden blanket of protection. Castiel was standing stiffly beside Crowley, his fists clenched at his sides and dark wings twitching.
"Well," Crowley said, instantly regretting the flinch he gave when Michael lifted his hand.
Michael tilted his head slightly when he lifted his hand to brush an itch on his wing; the demon very obviously flinched at the motion and that made him smile just a little bit.
"I'm just gonna…" Crowley trailed off and suddenly vanished from the room.
Castiel ground his teeth before spreading his wings to follow the nasty demon scent. He turned to Michael, who was following the same motion.
"Please don't leave him here again…I swear I'm going to shoot him in the face if he talks one more time," Sam said when Gabriel started to pull away.
"That's not very nice," Lucifer said with a pout as he plopped back on the couch. He stretched his feet out onto the coffee table once more and turned pale eyes to Sam "Would you like it more if I looked like Gabriel? I can try to give you that illusion…but personally, I think I have a much sexier body."
Sam ground his teeth and turned back to Gabriel "Please be quick," he said.
Gabriel grinned and wrapped the tall man in his arms. He then curled his wings around him.
Sam knit his eyebrows when he felt the warmth close around his body "Are those your wings?" he asked Gabriel when he couldn't move.
Gabriel smirked "Maybe," he said.
"We can just leave you here, Gabriel," Michael said, interrupting the couple from their thoughts.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and released Sam from his wings. He turned to his brothers, who were all just staring. Michael looked annoyed, his lip pushed out just the right amount. Castiel looked very antsy, his wings twitching and eyes dark…Lucifer just looked amused.
"You really need to get laid," Gabriel said to Michael with a grin.
Lucifer chuckled at that and nodded "He does," he said "And please give that demon an extra frying for me."
The other archangels ignored him as they each vanished from the room, leaving papers to rustle in the wind.
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Crowley perched on a chair in the corner of the room as he watched Dean and the little fairy things all sitting around, sipping on cream and counting the grains. He knew the angels would be showing up any moment so he was going to enjoy the time he could.
Dean could feel Crowley's presence in the room but he couldn't control the OCD urge to count the stupid sugar. He continued on.
Castiel landed outside the building and without even glancing behind him, he made his way as close to Dean's soul as he could. He took a deep breath as he peered into the open doorway. His heart leapt inside of him to see Dean sitting beside a four foot high mound of sugar. His emerald eyes were staring down, deeply focused as he pushed grain by grain with his finger.
"Dean," Castiel said, his voice rising an octave in relief.
Dean took a deep breath as he counted in his head; 3421, 3422, 3423…"Dean", the voice said. He took a deep breath as his mind fought his body; 3424, 3425.
"Castiel," Crowley said as he sipped on a glass of amber liquid "I'll be going now." And with that, he vanished.
Castiel ground his teeth, fighting the urge to go after Crowley. He needed to get Dean's attention so he could make him walk out of the room…that was all he had to do "Dean, please listen to me," he said, feeling Michael and Gabriel's presence behind him.
Dean bit down on his lip…3432, 3433, "Dean, please listen to me," the voice said. Dean paused for a moment, his pointer finger on a grain 343… he ground his teeth when he couldn't remember what number he was on. He turned his eyes to meet the gorgeous sapphire blue standing out amongst the orange and black tinted sky "Cas! You just made me lose count! Now I have to start over," he groaned, his body trying to go to his angel but his mind telling him to keep counting. He was stumped for a moment.
"Dean," Castiel breathed "Please…your strong enough to fight it."
Dean felt his hands twitching as they reached for the sugar. He stared at the white mound for a moment then to the other fairy things around him then back to Castiel "Cas…" he whispered "I can't move."
Castiel furrowed his eyebrows in thought for a moment and turned to Michael and Gabriel for advice.
"Sam needs you, Dean. He is really torn up right now without you," Gabriel said, knowing that Sam's name would snap Dean out of any situation and vice versa.
"Sam," Dean whispered as the name clicked in his brain. The thought of Sam being alone seemed to fight the urge to count. He turned to the fairy-things "As your King, I order you to stop," he said hopefully.
All of the fairy things stopped at the same time and turned to him.
"Yes King?" the closest fairy asked, her black hair whirling in her face and her big red eyes gleaming.
"See those sigils on the wall right there," Dean said, pointing to where he could see the warding marks across the room.
"Yes," the fairy thing asked.
"I want you to find all of them in the building and destroy them," Dean ordered, staring at the piles of white that his hands were twitching to touch.
"Yes sir!" the fairy said and all of them scattered in different directions at once.
Castiel felt his wings twitching out of control as the fairies worked on rubbing out part of the sigils in the room Dean was in.
"Why did you choose me to be your King, anyways?" Dean asked one of the fairy things that was rubbing the marks.
She turned her little body around and tilted her head "You killed our Queen…it is only fit," she said.
Dean knit his eyebrows "Who was your Queen?" he questioned.
"Eve…the mother of all," the fairy said "We were so happy when you fell into our home! We had been searching for you everywhere."
Dean lifted his eyebrows "Eve?" he asked. He sighed and muttered "Figures…like the Jefferson Starships…"
"This stuff won't come off," another fairy-thing said with a huff as she tried to rub out the mark that was engraved into the cement.
Dean stared "Use your energy stuff," he suggested.
"Great thinking King!" the fairy-thing hissed.
Dean thought about it and what he should call the fairy-things. He grinned widely "I'll call you guys Tinkerfangs," he said, proud of the name. He turned to see what the angels thought. Michael and Castiel held blank expression but Gabriel smirked "I like it," he said.
Dean grinned wider. Finally someone with a sense of humor; he jumped slightly when he heard a loud, thundering crack that shook the room. He whirled to see the cement split through the middle.
Castiel's wings jerked in response to the sound and in an instant, he was inside the room. He quickly threw his arms around Dean and pulled him as close as he could, wings and all. Dean closed his eyes as he absorbed in the feeling of being in the warm embrace. It felt so incredible compared to the retched feeling of the air in hell…and the smells of crisp waters and fresh linen enveloped his senses, overriding the stench of sulfur and burnt flesh.
"You basta-" Castiel heard Michael shout but before he could realize what was happening, he smelled the distinctive scent of fresh blood. He turned to see the bloodied marking on the wall and Crowley standing beside it, his own hand red with a slice down his arm.
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Crappy ending but I wanted to get something out.
So there will be another chapter posted shortly…it'll be very short but I'll have it out in a little bit. It'll be the last chapter in the Dust in the Wind set for this…then I have a funny lil Sam/Gabriel chapter in progress.
A few questions…
What do you think of Tinkerfangs?
And
*Who here thinks that Dean should heal Lucifer's wing for him? I think it'll be funny.
Reviews would be LOVE.