Hark the Herald Angels Sing! – 25th December 2011
Merry Christmas y'all! And what a great Christmas it's been. Dean drank himself into a stupor within a few hours; Chuck, the spirit of stupid past, has been spreading Christmas cheer, with a few original stories, an' signed rolls of toilet paper. Don't ask. So after Dean lost most powers o' speech I got Cas to drag his sorry ass into my cabin for a touch o' Bobby Singer's sobering juice. I had to substitute a few of the original ingredients with what I could rustle up, but it worked jus' as good. He wasn't happy 'bout that though, he an' Sam started making an effort at Christmas, before he went to hell, and I suppose that makes it difficult for him now. But it's time he moved on! It's been almost two years since Sam took the deal, an' we've all had to deal with crap, Cas lost his powers, I lost me legs, well I lost them before but I'm mostly over it now. Chuck lost his fandom, but unfortunately none of his stupidity. I've ignored it for long enough, it was time I talked to the boy, though I don't know how much he took in, I thought I was a difficult drunk but compared t' that I'm practically priestly!
Well once we'd had a heart to heart, I'm not gonna go into details, he don't need his problems written about, Chuck. A miracle occurred, a damn annoying pair o' miracles actually. Risa started screeching about two men being sighted near the perimeter, arguing and carrying what looked like bodies. At that Dean launched into action, grabbing his guns and knives and storming out into the night. Leaving me to alert the rest o' the camp! Cas, for some reason, drifted over to the perimeter in a daze whispering in Enochian and saying 'it can't be' over an' over, till outta the trees two figures stumbled over the perimeter and face to face with Dean. Bad move. Dean took one look at the smaller o' the two and went berserk, started firing his gun all over the place and screaming about gankin' the SOB for not steppin' in when he shoulda. He continued like that till Cas wandered up and sucker punched him. Gotta say, that surprised me. While Dean recovered, and once Chuck wrestled the guns of o' him, Cas spoke quietly to the idjit that Dean tried to kill. Then he turned to the rest o' us and said, 'I'd like you to meet my Brothers, Balthazar and Gabriel.'
An' jus' like that we gained a pair o' fallen angels. Course we can't have 'em wandering round camp yet, we've gotta make sure they're clean, and haven't been sent by their big bro. So we took 'em an' their sacks of Gawd knows what to the mess hall an' played a little game of truth or die. Fortunately, Dean didn't get too involved after the one called Gabriel apologised a lot an' offered him a bottle o' whiskey. Still didn't stop him from trying to cut a few fingers off though. Cas just lurked in the back smiling a bit and jabbering to the British one, Balthazar, whenever he wasn't being poked at. Eventually Dean declared them to be clean and with a final kick in the balls for Gabriel, stalked off t' bed. Oh and the sacks, turns out they're full o' rotting angel wings! Real hygienic!
It's been a few hours since the god squad were reunited an' now I've got three very drunk an' very happy angels drinking a helluva lot of moonshine a few hundred feet away, having a sleep ova' and singin' highway to hell. It's gonna be a long night.
Bobby Singer