a/n Hey there! So this is based off of 99 Problems, 5.17 Its kinda boring and I;m not that happy with it :/ anway, enjoy!
Dean lay stretched out on the bed in the motel. He was completely stressed out. Cas hadn't been around for days, the town was giving him the creeps, and he wasn't entirely sure how well he trusted Leah the prophet and a priest wearing a holster was just a bit much for him. Everything was a bit much for him. He felt awful for getting that kid killed, he knew he did what he could but still, he felt it was his fault. But no matter what, Dean couldn't shake the skepticism towards Leah.
"Where you been?" Dean asked when Sam came through the motel door. Dean had been waiting most of the day for Cas to visit.
"Drinking." Sam responded.
"You rebel." Dean said with a smile making Sam laugh lightly.
"Would have stayed longer but, Uh, it's curfew."
"Right." Dean said solemnly.
"You here they shut down the cell towers?" Sam asked.
"The cell phone towers are down?" Dean said angrily, sitting upright.
"Yeah cable and Internet too."
"It's Thursday!" Dean practically shouted.
"And?" Sam sad confused
"You told Cas where we were in your message right?" Dean asked sternly.
"Yeah?" Sam said confused.
"He promised he'd come tonight." Dean grumbled, "That's why I've been waiting here."
"Ohh, because it's Thursday, I get it! How cute." Sam said mockingly.
"Shut up Sammy." Dean rasped annoyed, "I'm going for a walk." Dean mumbled angrily.
"What if Cas shows up? I can't call you." Sam asked.
"He's probably been calling me and obviously I haven't answered. He probably won't come now." Dean said, clearly pissed off. He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door, slamming it when he left.
Sam stayed around the motel looking for anything to help them as he searched through books. He was pacing around when Cas spoke up behind him scaring the crap out of him,
"I got your message." He rasped opening the fridge, "I find the sound of your voice, grating." He said woozily.
"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked skeptically, "Are you, drunk?"
"No." Cas said sternly before rolling his eyes, "Yes." He said instead.
"What the he'll happened to you?" Sam said confused.
"I found a liquor store."
"And?"
"And I drank it. Why'd you call me?" He responded quickly.
"You okay?" Sam asked as he caught Cas before he stumbled to the floor.
"Don't ask stupid questions Sam." Cas whispered, "Where's Dean?"
"He went out, I have no idea." Sam told him. Cas sighed and looked around.
"It's Thursday." He murmured.
"I know. He'll be back. Don't worry."
"So what do you need?" Cas asked Sam.
"There have been some massive demon attacks. Right on the edge of town and we can't figure out..."
"Any sign of angels." Cas asked.
"Sort of, they've been speaking to this prophet."
"Who?"
"Leah Giddien." Sam told him.
"She's not a prophet." Cas said plainly.
"I'm pretty sure she is. Visions headaches the whole package." Sam explained.
"The names of all the prophets are seared into my brain. Leah Giddien is not one of them." Cas said exhasperated.
"Then what is she?" Sam asked. The two sat around talking about what to do with Leah while they waited for Dean to return. It was about an hour or so till Dean got back, hands covered in blood.
"We went looking for you." Sam said as Dean walked through the door before noticing his blood covered hands, "You alright?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Not my blood. Paul is dead."
"What?!"
"Jane shot him."
"It's starting." Cas said from the couch.
"What's starting. Where the hell have you been?" Dean asked him.
"Me? What about you?" Cas said angrily.
"I've been here. Waiting for you." Dean said frustrated.
"I went on a bender." Cas growled.
"Did you just say on a bender?" Dean asked confused.
"Yeah. He's still pretty smashed." Sam told him.
"So you just went out and got drunk?" Dean asked him.
"Yes. I don't see why this is your problem." Cas said staring at Dean.
"Not my problem?" Dean said with an angry smirk.
"I don't belong to you Dean." Cas said with a glare, "You belong to me. What do you think that handprint is for?" He said through gritted teeth.
"I'll remember that." Dean said with a clenched jaw trying to sound angry, but clearly hurt. He turned to walk away but Cas reached out and grabbed his arm spinning him around hard before pressing his mouth against the others forcefully. The kiss was angry and hungry. Dean didn't know whether to be pissed off or turned on.
"Don't just walk away from me like that without kissing me. I haven't seen you in days." Cas growled before whispering, "and you know damn well that print means way more than just ownership." He told Dean in a drunken haze. Dean kissed Cas again. Sam stood there awkwardly feeling like he intruded on something, but they had work to do.
"Guys?" Sam said awkwardly. The two pulled away from each other and shared a meaningful look before completely separating.
"So what's up?" Dean asked.
"Well, Leah's not a real prophet." Sam told him.
"Well then what is she?" Dean asked.
"A whore." Cas said plainly. Dean tried not to laugh.
"Wow Cas, tell us what you really think."
"She rises when Lucifer walks the earth. 'And she shall come, bearing false prophecy.' This creature has the power to take a human's form, read minds, Book of Revelation calls her the whore of Babylon."
"Well that's sketchy."
"The real Leah has probably been dead for months."
"What about the demons attacking the town?" Dean asked.
"They're under her control."
"And the Enochian exorcism?"
"Fake. It actually means you uh, breed with the mouth of a goat." Cas told them, smiling widely before realizing the brothers were looking at him like he had gone off the deep end, "It's funnier in Enochian..." Cas said brushing it off.
"So the demons smoking out is just a con? Why? What's the end game?" Dean asked.
"What you just saw, innocent blood spilled in God's name." Cas told him.
"You heard all that heaven talk, she manipulates people." Sam reminded him.
"Her goal is to condemn as many souls to hell as possible, and it's just beginning. She's well on her way to dragging the whole town into the pit."
"Alright, so how do we go Babylon all over this bitch?" Sam and Cas shared a glance and Cas placed a branch down on the coffee table in front of them.
"The whore can be killed with that." He said, "It's a steak made from a cypress tree in Babylon."
"Great. Let's get her." Dean said satisfied.
"It's not that easy." Cas said turning to face him.
"Of course not." Dean said. How could it possibly be that easy?
"She has to be killed by a true servant of heaven."
"Servant like?" Dean asked.
"Not you." Cas said, "or me. Sam of course is an abomination. we'll have to find someone else." Dean knew it was going to have to be the priest. He didn't want to have to make this man do it, to make him kill his own daughter. Not like it actually was his daughter anymore but still, it was the principle. So they sent Cas out to retrieve him seeing as he could do it in seconds with a flutter of wings. When Cas returned with the priest he looked extremely confused.
"Yeah he wasn't lying about the angel thing." Dean told him, "Have a seat padre we gatta have a chat." The three sat him down and explained to him the circumstances laying the branch out in front of him.
"No. I can't. She's my daughter." the priest insisted.
"I'm sorry but she's not." Dean told him, "She's the thing that killed your daughter."
"That's impossible." He pressed.
"But it's true, and deep down you know it." Sam reasoned, "Look we get it, it's too much, but if you don't do this she's going to kill a lot of people, you, and the rest of the town." Sam explained as Dean held up the branch.
"Why does it have to be me?" The father asked.
"You're a servant of God." Cas said squinting his eyes shut.
"And you're an angel." The priest said hastily.
"A poor example of one." Cas said sadly not particularly liking to discuss the fact he was technically fallen. The priest tentatively grabbed the branch and Cas rubbed his forehead feeling a massive migraine. They headed outside to pack up the Impala and Cas sat on the curb watching Dean intently. Dean noticed the angel constantly rubbing at his forehead and handed him a bottle of aspirin.
"How many should I take?" Cas asked quietly.
"You? Probably the whole bottle." Dean said with smirk though the angel never noticed.
"Thanks." Cas said, guilt boiling in his stomach. "Dean, I'm sorry, about earlier. I love you. You know you're not just my charge or something I branded anymore right? You know you mean more to me."
"I know angel, I know. Don't worry about it. I still love you. You're still my angel." Dean said lovingly, grazing his lips along Cas' temple. Cas closed his eyes leaning into the comforting feeling of Dean's lips. It was the best he's felt all day, with the exception of the guilt still brewing in the pit of his stomach.
"Come on. Let's get this over with so we can get the hell out of here." Dean said with a smile, planting another gentle kiss on Cas' forehead.
The group made their way to the church sneaking inside. Cas set himself up to sneak attack her. When she entered the room he tensed a little trying to gather his senses so he wouldn't fumble. When she closed the cabinet door he was standing behind he lunged out and grabbed her.
"Daddy, don't hurt me!" She cried out when she saw the priest running at her with the branch. He paused a moment and Sam yelled at him to do it fast. The whore started an Enochian exorcism on Cas and he let her go and he fell to his knees in pain. She threw the priest against the wall and the brothers advanced on her before she threw them against the wall as well. She ran out of the room and the priest and brothers went to follow her. Dean paused for a moment when he saw Cas still crying out in pain on the floor.
"Cas!" He yelled out.
"Go!" Cas insisted through barred teeth and Dean reluctantly followed his brother. They came out to find the father being beaten down by other members of the church. Sam and Dean easily knocked them out trying to get to the priest. Sam then lunged for the two trying to light the kerosene set to kill a group of innocent people. Dean lunged at the Whore. She reached out her hand and he fell to his back in pain. She jumped on top of him, holding him down with a strong arm over his throat. He reached out to his side desperately grabbing for the branch. The Whore quickly noticed this.
"Oh please, like you're a servant of heaven." she spat, "You know my team's going to win. You're the great vessel? Your pathetic, self hating, faithless, it's the end of the world. You just sit back and watch it happen." Dean's fingers finally wrapped around the branch and he swung his arm up to meet her face. He instantly shoved the steak through her chest hoping for the best.
"Don't be so sure. Whore." Dean said thrusting the branch deeper into her body.
Her face contorted and black smoke rose up from her wound. Her body flashed with the familiar light when they kill a demon with the knife. The steak exploded into flames and all that was left was Leah's body and a trail of smoke.
"I don't understand." Jane said staring at the body, "how are we supposed to get to paradise now?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure you're headed in a different direction."
Sam lifted up the now conscious priest. Dean headed to the back room to gather Cas, now a weak ball on the floor over come with a cold sweat.
"Come on Cassie." Dean said lifting him up. Cas winced at the movement but curled into Dean's body.
"How did you do that?" Sam asked as they quickly left the church heading for the car.
"Run of luck I guess." Dean replied equally baffled.
"Last we checked she could only be ganked by a servant of heaven."
"Well what do you want me to tell you? I saw a shot and I went for it." Dean gently place Cas in the backseat while Sam did the same with the priest.
"Are you going to do anything stupid?" Sam insisted before getting into the car.
"Like what?" Dean asked.
"Like Michael stupid."
"Come on Sam. Give me a break." He growled as he slid into the driver's seat.
They drove back to the motel and they help the two cripples inside. Sam tended to the priest's wounds while Dean put Cas in his bed. He went to the bathroom to get more bandages for Sam.
"How's the head?" Dean asked the priest.
"I'm seeing double, but that may be the pain killers." he said with a light smile.
"You'll be okay." Dean assured.
"No." He said sadly. Dean nodded knowingly before returning back to Cas who was curled up on his bed looking miserable. Dean leaned over him and kissed his forehead.
"Come on. You need to sleep." Dean said sliding off the trench coat, tie, and white shirt. He went into his duffle bag and took out a bulky sweatshirt and pulled it over Cas' head. He lifted him off the bed and removed his pants and gave him a pair of sweats and pulled back the covers.
"Sleep." Dean said pointing to the bed.
"But Dean," Cas started.
"No. You need sleep. You're a mess. I promise you, you'll feel a million times better in the morning." Cas sighed and crawled into the bed. Dean kissed his lips gently.
"You're not gonna sleep?" Cas asked, Dean smiled.
"I'll join you in minute I promise. Now sleep." Cas nodded and kissed Dean once more before rolling onto his side and closing his eyes. Dean smiled softly and headed back to Sam and the priest.
"You'll be alright." Sam assured the man before he left the motel with a wave and a thanks.
"I think I'm gonna go to bed. Cas is probably already out." Dean said finishing off a glass of whiskey.
"Yeah. I guess I will too." Sam said getting into his own bed. Dean slid into his bed next to Cas.
"Hey Angel." Dean whispered.
"Dean..." Cas whispered woozy. Dean kissed Cas and even in a sleepy haze, Cas passionately kissed back.
"I love you Angel. You are one of the most important people in my life. I don't know what I'd do with out." Dean whispered hoping Cas wouldn't pick up on the guilt tainting his voice.
"I know Dean. I love you too." Cas slurred, eyes barely open.
"Go back to sleep Angel." Dean said with a few gentle kisses. Cas sank back into the sheets and almost instantly was asleep again. Dean waited for the familiar sound of Sam's slow breathing proving he was also asleep. Dean gently pressed his lips against Cas' forehead one last time before getting out of bed. He looked over at Sam and squeezed his eyes shut. He headed for the door before he could change his mind. He slid into the seat of the impala and gripped the steering wheel tightly in his hands. He felt the familiar leather under his skin and sighed. He pulled out of the motel and drove away as fast as he could as if to run away from the guilt of what he was about to do.
a/n see, i told you, boring. So the next chapter will be 5.18 I'm hoping it'll be better than this one. I need to find some space inbetween things to squeeze in more dean+cas time and sam+gabe time. sooo probably another inbetween chapter between 5.18 and 5.19. Well regardless of the boringness of this chapter i hope you liked! Much love! tootles!