Chapter 6
"And I'm…calling all angels." – Train (Calling All Angels)
"What do you want," Sam growled, unaware of the world around him and only focusing on his enemy before him. "Leave now!"
"Aww c'mon Sammy I'm bored," Lucifer smirked. "Play with me."
"What. Do. You. Want." Sam said through clenched teeth.
"Simple Sammy," Lucifer said. "I came to tell you something, a delicious little secret."
Sam furrowed his brow and looked around, no one seemed to be aware of neither his companion nor the fact that it probably looked as if he was talking to himself.
"Spit it out," Sam grumbled. "Venomous demon bastard."
"Your vocabulary is exemplary Sammy," Lucifer sighed and twirled a straw between two of his fingers. "I came to tell you that your children are not safe, not from heaven or hell."
"You wouldn't…" Sam glared.
"Too late Sammy," Lucifer smirked evilly. "You refused to be my vessel so in turn I'm taking one of your children, you just won't know which one, but really Sammy boy you brought this upon yourself."
Sam sighed; he had refused Lucifer with good reason.
"Oh c'mon Sammy," Lucifer said. "It's not that bad, I'll take care of him or her real good."
"I SAID GO AWAY!" Sam yelled he opened his eyes to see that in fact Lucifer was gone; he was alone once again on the semi-busy street at a coffee shop table. All was still, as if Lucifer had never been there in the first place.
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The hood of the Impala was propped up at an angle and the body lifted up slightly. Dean stood before it, his IPod ear buds in his ears blasting Aerosmith and a wrench in his hand. His tank top, hands and the top of his jeans had grease stains. He wiped his sweaty forehead and kept singing.
"Ragdoll livin in a movie," Dean sang, his eyes closed, really getting into the music. "Hot tramp daddies little cutie."
He repaired the various loose things inside the Impala's hood, the song continued.
"I'm ripping up a ragdoll," Dean still sung. "Like throwing away an old toy!"
Castiel flew down from heaven and landed behind Dean. Dean jumped when he turned around, opening his eyes to find Cas before him. He removed his ear buds.
"Dammit Cas," he sighed. "Don't do that!"
"Why would you rip up a doll," Cas asked, cocking his head slightly. "Dolls do not have parents either, so how is one daddy's little "cutie"?"
Dean sighed, he wasn't about to explain music to Cas, much less the meaning behind the particular song he was singing.
"Have you found out anything about Ruby?" Dean asked, quickly changing the subject.
"No report from heaven," Cas said, he wasn't about to tell Dean about his encounter with Zachariah. "They do not know what she is doing here much less what she has planned."
"Great." Dean grunted as he shut the hood of his car and wiped his greasy hands on an old dish rag. Cas found himself intrigued with Dean's attire most of all as he stared at the man before him. His eyes traced Dean's arm muscles and they finally rested upon the man's rosy lips.
"Earth to Cas," Dean asked. "You in there?"
"Of course I am Dean," Cas shook his head to get out of his trance. "I cannot simply pick another vessel?"
"I meant…never mind." Dean replied.
Dean gasped slightly as he felt the child inside of him move. He held his side and focused on breathing, it hurt a little. Cas noticed Dean's discomfort and cocked his head.
"Are you alright Dean?" Cas asked, whole heartedly willing to help in any way.
"I'm fine Cas," Dean replied. "I don't want to discuss it…"
Dean walked away back into Bobby's house, dropping the rag in the toolbox and shutting the door behind him. Cas' smiled drooped and he sighed. Dean looked back only once from the window at the angel standing alone in the gravel lot littered with Bobby's cars. He sighed as well and headed up towards the shower.
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Gabriel flew down to earth, his wings tired and aching. He had flown nonstop from heaven to the front gates of Bobby's house. There was a bruise on his side from where Zachariah had kicked him; luckily it hadn't been on his stomach. He clutched his stomach and felt his children. He smiled at the thought; he was going to have children with Sam, the love of his life. He had felt the children's souls, they were pure and happy. They were both male and both had six wings that was all Gabriel could sense. He knew they'd be smart like Sam was though.
His breath hitched and he walked forward through Bobby's front door, he made his way without a sound to Sam's room and when he got in the room he collapsed upon the bed. The sheets welcoming him into peaceful safety. He let his wings out which he carefully wrapped around his body. He clutched his stomach protectively, his motherly instincts already kicking in and he gently drifted off.
When he awoke next he could hear footsteps, he felt a hand touch his face. He reached up in shock and grabbed a wrist. He found himself face to face with a concerned Sam.
"Gabe," Sam said, concerned. "What happened?"
"Had a little tiff with Zach," Gabriel smirked. "I'm ok Samsquatch I promise."
Sam smoothed Gabriel's hair back and placed a chaste kiss upon his forehead. He cupped his cheek and with the other hand he touched Gabriel's stomach feeling his children.
"I still can't believe they're in there." Sam smiled slightly, that crooked smile that Gabriel loved so much.
"You're sure you're not angry?" Gabriel asked sheepishly.
"I could never be angry about something like this Gabe," Sam whispered in his ear. "It's something we created, out of love, something beautiful."
"Just like you Sammich." Gabe chuckled and kissed Sam.
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The warm water felt great on Dean's skin as he washed his hair. All his troubles seemed to melt away when he was in the shower. He closed his eyes and felt the warm beads of water fall on his neck, down his chest and to his navel, his mouth slightly opened.
He suddenly felt pain in his head. Like someone was taking a metal pot and banging his head against it. It was worse than a headache. He saw things, blood, millions of demons, Ruby, Crowley, everything came in short flashes. Zachariah was the last person he saw.
"Your time draws near Dean Winchester." Zachariah said a stone cold look on his face, one that looked as if he was hell-bent on murder.
Dean held his head and gritted his teeth. The ringing in his ears and his brain almost becoming unbearable. He held himself steady against the wall, his legs literally shaking. He turned the water off and toweled off before putting his clothes on. He wiped the mirror clean of steam and looked at his eyes again; the circle of yellow that surrounded his pupils grew bigger every day.
He could only hope it was an illusion.
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Panting was heard. The lights were turned off and the covers pulled up upon Sam's shoulders as he slowly rocked in and out of his lover. Gabriel was a withering, twitching mess underneath him. He held onto Sam's sides and whimpered.
"S-Sammy…" Gabriel's body shook with a hard release.
Sam followed shortly after, panting and breathing on Gabriel's skin as he smoothed his lover's hair back and kissed him.
"You're so beautiful," Sam said. "Especially under me."
"Don't get cocky moose," Gabriel smirked and laughed. "That's my job."
"Only cocky I get is yours." Sam rested his forehead on Gabriel's and kissed him again.
"I swear," Gabriel said. "Your jokes get worse every day."
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"You can't possibly see it as just," Anna argued with her brothers, Raphael sat stern looking and holding a glass of wine, Zachariah stood before her a solid glare penetrating from his gaze. "Killing the unborn!"
"We've done it before," Zachariah stated. "We can do it again."
"How can you kill a child you don't even know is bad," Anna cried out. "It isn't right!"
"This isn't about right or wrong sister dear," Raphael said. "Castiel is in the wrong; Dean Winchester's child must be destroyed, Sam Winchester's children must be destroyed before Lucifer gets a hold of them."
"Maybe you're wrong," Anna defensively shot back. "Maybe they will fight fate, maybe they'll turn out ok."
"We can't take that chance," Raphael stood up. "They must be destroyed!"
Unknown to both parties, Anna and the two male angels, Balthazar had been listening in. He walked down the hall to his room, a determined gaze upon his face. He had seen too much tragedy to see any more. Much less see it by the hand of his brothers, the two he'd called family and fought with all of his life. Hell, Zachariah had practically raised him after Lucifer fell. How one man could be so empty inside was beyond him. Balthazar sat down on his bed and ran his hand across the sheets; it seemed more uncomfortable now than ever. Suddenly heaven didn't seem quite like home anymore.
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So all is okay with Sam and Gabriel.
Dean's visions are getting worse, what exactly is going on there and what does Zachariah mean his time draws near?
More to come and more questions will be answered soon.