Chapter 9
"But the clock is another demon that devours our time in Eden." – 10,000 Maniacs (Eden)
"Aww c'mon Sammy it won't be bad," Lucifer smirked, following the man so that no matter where he ran he couldn't escape. "I'll take good care of them…very good care of em."
"Shut up!" Sam yelled, he ran, touching everything around him in the impending darkness, trying not to run into anything.
"Please Sammy," Lucifer begged. "Consider it payback, you could've said yes but you didn't now…you're gonna pay."
Sam woke up in a cold sweat, it had seemed so real he'd almost forgotten he was dreaming. The room was filled with light as he looked over at the alarm clock. Eleven am. He smoothed his hair back; looking to his left Gabriel was no longer by his side as he had been the night before. The angel probably went back to heaven. He straightened his sagging boxers and shrugged on a shirt before going downstairs where he heard his name being called.
Bobby had plates set out on the table, four to be exact. Glasses of orange juice had been poured and pancakes were cooking in a pan on the stove. Everything smelled so good; Sam sniffed the air before sitting down across from Dean.
"Are we expecting a guest?" Sam asked.
"I just know that angel of yours like to eat Sam," Bobby stated, flipping another doughy pancake onto a plate. "Unlike Cas and at the moment, Dean."
"I told you Bobby I'm trying to research something." Dean replied.
"You," Sam scoffed, trying not to laugh. "Researching something, excuse me but who are you and what have you done with my brother?"
"He's sitting right in front of you Sammy," Dean replied. "And if you must know, I'm researching the little munchkin inside of me."
"I've already tried," Sam said. "I didn't have much luck, besides the old stories and wives tales floating around the internet, apparently angels used to do this sort of thing all the time, they'd come down to earth to mate and create more of their kind."
Dean gulped down his orange juice, trying to ignore the sickening feeling creeping up in his stomach from the smells around him.
"They're called Nephilim," Sam explained. "Half human half angel, apparently they are actually quite powerful, in fact they were all wiped out by God supposedly a number of millennia ago."
"Wiped out," Dean said. "Sheesh, they must've done something bad then…"
"Who knows," Sam replied. "All I know is that these are going to be powerful children, Winchesters and angels now THAT's a combination made in history."
Two flutters of wings were heard and Castiel and Gabriel appeared, both looking tired, Cas looked almost saddened, Dean would've asked why, but he was quickly cut off by the obnoxious Archangel.
"Yum pancakes," Gabriel smirked and dug right in. "Thanks Bobby."
"Yer welcome idjit," Bobby said. "Cravings begun already?"
"You know it," Gabriel laughed. "I ate three chocolate sundaes last night."
"It was thoroughly disgusting." Cas snipped.
Dean was surprised; he'd never really seen this side of Cas before, a tired more firm Castiel. His blue eyes seemed almost faded as he breathed out a sigh.
"Do we have any more leads on Ruby…?" he asked.
"As a matter of fact we do," Sam said. "Her killings have increased, but it's weird it's as if they follow a path, one away from here, she seems to be moving West, but then she curves up North sort of, it seems to be random killings, but we don't know that for sure so…we decided to follow her."
"Woah boys wait a minute," Bobby protested. "Dean is…not really capable of hunting right now."
"You calling me handicapped old man?" Dean replied.
"I'm saying Dean," Bobby explained. "You about lost your lunch at the last crime scene we went to, you can barely stand up in the morning and you have those weird headaches you keep talking about every minute of the day practically, you're in no condition to hunt a demon."
"Bobby Ruby is the only case we have right now," Dean replied sternly. "I'm gonna go stir crazy if I stay in your crap shack much longer, no offense, and if it makes you feel better I'll have Sammy with me."
"And Cas." Bobby replied.
Dean stared almost is disbelief, Bobby was purposely trying to make them talk to each other.
"Yah heard me." Bobby nodded.
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So there Dean found himself, in the driver's seat of the shimmering old Impala with Sammy by his side, Cas and a pregnant Archangel in the backseat. The dust from the road kicked up around the vehicle, Dean's knuckles were about white from gripping the steering wheel. Gabriel for some reason was getting on his nerves more than usual, chatting on and on about gibberish and sucking on a lollipop. What worried Dean most was Cas, how quiet he was being was eerie to Dean, Cas was quiet sure, but not ever THIS quiet.
"So Dean-O," Gabriel smirked. "You get radio on this hunk of junk?"
"First of all Baby is not a hunk of junk," Dean grit his teeth and glared from the mirror. "And second, house rules, driver picks the music or in this case the silence, and shotgun and BACKSEAT shuts their cake holes."
"I was just trying to lighten the mood Dean-O," Gabriel pouted slightly, slumping a little in the seat. "Geez what crawled up your ass?"
Dean sighed, it wasn't what had "crawled up his ass" that was bothering him, it was what "hadn't been said between him and the holy tax accountant in the backseat"…that was what was bothering him.
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The weather proved to take a turn for the worse. Dean felt it best to pull over somewhere for the night and rest. He pulled the Impala into the nearest motel about twenty miles from Bobby's house and checked in two rooms under one of many aliases before helping unpack some bags from the trunk. The rooms were nicer than the ones they usually stayed in, the beds were nicely made; the curtains not dusty or moldy like the boys were used to. The air didn't reek of old wood smell. It was overall nice. Dean thrust his bag upon one of the beds in his and Cas' room. There presented one small issue though.
"You can have the bed Cas," Dean gulped, already feeling slightly uncomfortable about the sleeping situation; he couldn't help but wonder if somehow telepathically Bobby did this too. "I'm not tired."
"I do not require sleep Dean," Cas replied, cocking his head slightly. "So you clearly need the bed more than I do."
"Cas seriously man," Dean stiffened a little. "You can have it, there's a pull out couch over there I'd be much more comfortable on."
"If you are sure Dean." Cas stared the man in the eyes, making Dean shift slightly on his feet.
"Never been surer of anything in my life…" Dean bit his lip and walked out the motel room door.
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Sam sat with Dean on the hood of the Impala after the rain had cleared a little, the clouds still hung low though so there were no stars to see. Dean kept sighing; Sam couldn't help but take notice. Dean had been acting strange not only since he'd learned Cas knocked him up accidentally, but since yesterday evening.
"So," Sam asked, desperately trying to break the silence. "You thought of any names yet?"
Dean remained silent.
"You can't act like it doesn't exist Dean," Sam sternly gazed his brother's way. "Don't treat it like all your other issues and ignore it."
"My only issue right now Sam," Dean glared. "Is catching Ruby and I certainly don't need lip service from everyone I have to see daily about this…thing inside me?!"
"Wow Dean," Sam scoffed his jaw clenching. "This is what we always wanted, a normal life, kids, family, happiness…but I forgot you're scared to have that."
"I'm not scared Sam," Dean spat, his words full of venom. "It's just not a life that ever happens to a hunter, and it never will."
"Oh that's right I forgot," Sam laughed sarcastically. "You're not scared, you're terrified, terrified of being just. Like. Dad."
It took all of Dean's willpower not to clock Sam right there. He knocked Sam's beer bottle off of the Impala, smashing it upon the pavements, shards of glass flying everywhere. He tensely walked back into the motel room. The lights had been dimmed and the curtains pulled. The air outside blew in through the open window. Dean looked over at the bed he had sacrificed to the angel. Cas was actually sleeping. His chest rising and falling slowly, he actually looked peaceful. His coat still wrapped tight around him, with no intention of coming off of his body.
Dean walked over to the bedside. He carefully removed Cas' shoes and placed them at the end of the bed. He found himself smiling at the sleeping angel. He placed a hand on his shoulder for only a moment before walking over to the couch where sleep slowly but surely found him.
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