Chapter 15
"Never made it as a wise man, I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing, tired of livin like a blind man, I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling, and this is how you remind me of what I really am..." - Nickelback (How You Remind Me)
The next few days had mainly been uneventful. The boys had decided once again to stay at Bobby's and they were really grateful he let them. They tried to work on their theories about Ruby and the fallen angel and if the two were connected, but mostly they spent it relaxing.
Dean found himself sitting in one of Bobby's old rocking chairs and swaying gently back and forth, his mind a million places at once. He had bigger fish to fry he knew, but he honestly felt terrible as if someone had drugged him. His head throbbed and he had been sweating all day. He hadn't wanted to worry anyone so he'd mostly stayed in his room, occasionally coming out to consume food and relieve himself. He held his stomach and looked down at it, the child, seeming to pick up on his distress, had been moving nonstop for the past few hours.
"They feed off of your energy…" Gabriel had said.
"I'm sorry kid," Dean rasped out, his voice cracking slightly after not talking for awhile. "Are yah hungry for a burger?"
Dean laughed; the child seemed happy about that idea and jumped almost inside of Dean. He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a leftover half eaten burger of his and closed the fridge before the various other odors caused his stomach to do more than flip.
"You're killing me you know that," Dean chuckled, sitting back down and eating the other half of his burger. "Making me get sick at anything pretty much."
The child moved again, Dean almost felt a tickle this time and he involuntarily giggled. He covered his mouth in hopes no one had heard that.
"She's getting her wings," he heard a flutter of wings and Cas stood beside him. "They do cause a bit of discomfort to the parent unfortunately and can tickle them."
Dean nodded; he didn't feel like having much conversation.
"Have you thought of names yet," Cas asked, sitting down on the chair across from Dean and looking into the man's eyes. "Because I've thought of at least one name that sounds nice."
"I was thinking Holly." Dean said matter of factly, he'd clearly put some thought into it which made Cas feel a little better.
"I was thinking along the lines of Ander." Cas replied.
"What if we combined it," Dean questioned, his gaze meeting Cas'. "Hollyander?"
"Sounds angelic," Cas chuckled slightly. "And perfect, Hollyander Winchester."
Silence passed over in the room for a good minute at least before either person spoke.
"I'm sorry Dean," Cas said. "I'm sorry I caused this in the first place, I'm sorry we'll have to deal with this the rest of our lives…and I hope it doesn't affect our friendship."
"Nothing's awkward between…friends Cas," Dean almost choked on the word "friends". "We'll just burn that bridge when we get there."
He smiled slightly at the angel before him; Cas smiled back his shoulders shrugging slightly.
"Cas," Dean said. "You know earlier, before we left after Christmas when I called your name, I wanted to say that well…she was kicking."
"Is she still kicking?" Cas' eyes lit up a little; he cocked his head as if asking permission.
Dean nodded and he took Cas' hand into his. His calloused palms rubbing slightly over the smooth skin on Cas' fingers. Dean took Cas' palm and placed it softly on his stomach, where Cas felt the little girl kicking, he'd never felt something so beautiful in his opinion in his long eternal life. He felt a hundred emotions at once, rushes of golden energy from within the self made womb in Dean's soul. He closed his eyes and just felt everything the little girl had to offer.
Suddenly though the bliss was broken by a harsh cough that came out of Dean's throat. He covered his mouth with his fist and he shook his head in protest.
"Dean," Cas asked. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine Cas," Dean hoarsely replied. "Just allergies I guess."
Cas didn't seem convinced, but he didn't want to push Dean into talking either. He simply reached across the space between them and cupped one of Dean's cheeks.
"You are warm," Cas stated. "More than usual, but not extremely."
Dean nodded as if he understood.
"It's just hot in here Cas," he stood, walking to the door of the room. "Let's go check on Sammy's progress."
Cas solemnly watched as Dean walked out of the room and downstairs.
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Bobby stood in his basement, cleaning up the chair he'd been tied to. He threw the ropes aside and wiped up some of the demon blood. Crowley watched from the shadows studying the elder hunter before Bobby stiffened and sighed.
"I know you're there yah idjit yah can come out now." Bobby said.
Crowley sighed too, he had hoped Bobby wouldn't notice him; he didn't want him to see what had happened to the King. He emerged, a rather large gash running down his side and one down his eye as well, his breathing was slightly labored.
"Crowley," Bobby gasped, his breath hitched. "What happened to your ass?"
"My boss and I we er," he chuckled. "Had a slight disagreement, I'm afraid I can no longer protect any of you Robert, I'm powerless."
"You powerless," Bobby laughed. "Please, you're King of Hell, you can kick ass and take names."
"I'm afraid not when Lucifer is involved," Crowley exhaled; he'd hoped he wouldn't have to tell Bobby any of this. "He's sending an army Robert, you'll be outnumbered you've got to get out of here fast."
"Why are you telling me all this," Bobby replied. "We'll just kill em like we always do."
"He's here to kill Dean," Crowley growled and yelled. "And everyone you care about, so unless you want to be skinned alive and fed to hellhounds six feet under I suggest you get yourselves far away from here!"
Bobby paused, deciding whether or not to believe him.
"Fine," Crowley said. "I can't help you anymore Robert I have to heal in Hell, but be warned that enemies are many and allies are few right now."
With that Crowley disappeared, a couple of drops of blood lay on the ground where he stood. Bobby thought of all he had told him, the only choices they had were to either stay and fight and probably die, or run like cowards.
"Balls…" Bobby said to himself.
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Two TMEs worked on the highway with diligence. If they worked hard enough maybe they'd get paid today and have enough for a decent meal on the table. They drilled a hole into the ground where the next light would be placed and the ground shook. They shut off the machine and the ground kept shaking though. The highway had been closed for repairs so no trucks could have caused the vibrations. The ground suddenly cracked in two.
"What the hell?!" one of them yelled.
The ground gave way and up walked Lucifer, his smirk never leaving his face. A couple of other TMEs ran but the few that stayed behind were through up against their machines, necks snapping. Lucifer looked around himself, the blood dripping everywhere. Ruby joined him moments later.
"Excellent," He said, beckoning hundreds of demons up to the surface with him. The demons screeched and squealed within their host bodies waiting for their next orders. "Now, ready or not Winchesters, here I come."
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Bobby had told the boys everything that Crowley had said and as much as they hated the idea of leaving again they all mutually agreed it was probably for the best. They packed quickly and all climbed into the Impala instead of taking two cars which Bobby agreed was better. Dean pulled swiftly out of the junkyard and took off down the dirt road out of town.
Suddenly though his head pierced with pain, he begun to sweat and his hands shook as he tried to grip the wheel.
"Dean?!" Sam exclaimed from the seat next to him.
Dean's head pounded, his vision was becoming fuzzy. The road became a mess of black and wasn't clear anymore. He heard cries of inhuman nature, he tasted the blood he saw, thousands upon thousands demons filled his thoughts but then they shifted to angels, angels walking the roads hell-bent.
"It's all over Dean…" Zachariah said.
"Ready of not Winchester, here I come." Lucifer smirked.
Dean's body suddenly felt weak, his head spun even more and he felt his hands letting go. Sweat poured down his temple as he looked over at Sam for a split second before he felt nothing but darkness consume him, his body hitting the back of the driver's seat of the Impala.
"DEAN!" he heard Sam yell before he felt a jerk and all was still.
He felt nothing.
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DUN DUN DUN! MAJOR CLIFF HANGER!
LUCIFER HAS RISEN AND IS AFTER SAM'S KIDS! THE ANGELS ARE COMING TOO!
So…are they all ok? More so what is going on with Dean?!
More to come! (possibly another update tonight :3)