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Patrick didn't remember going to bed last night.
When he woke up in the morning and found himself buried under the covers he was confused. He tried to replay recent events over in his mind but it was fuzzy.
Judging by the dry mouth and soaring migraine he was hungover which meant he got pissed last night.
"Great." He muttered with a sigh.
Hangover is a bitch.
"Morning sunshine!"
Patrick whips his head round so fast he is surprised it didn't snap. His wide eyes lock on to the owner of the voice.
"Dean."
Dean gets out a pot of pills out of his pocket. Patrick looked at him strangely.
"For the headache." Dean says.
Oh right.
Patrick takes the offered pills. He shakes the pills into his hand and knocks them back. He finds a bottle of water on side and takes a swig of that. He coughs and water trickles down his mouth. The witch swipes the water off with his hand and sighs heavily.
"I brought breakfast." Dean gestured to the bags on the table. "Waffles with extra syrup."
Patrick didn't thank him. Instead he stared at the wall his mind mulling over what happened. After several moments he cleared his throat.
"How bad was I?"
Dean sat on the bed opposite.
"You mean the drink?"
Patrick slowly nods.
"Well..." Dean scratches his chin. "You want an honest answer? Umm after you..." Dean quickly nods. "Yeah...that you ended up going through my stash taking every bottle you can find. You said you wanted to forget? Have a break from this? I was gonna stop you but...Well that would make me a hypocrite." Dean chuckled.
Patrick wasn't laughing.
The witch turns his head towards the hunter.
"Did I go to bed?"
"You thought the bath was the bed."
Patrick grimaced at that.
"Don't worry I stopped you before you went in and took you to bed. Umm also Cas called he said Rowena was wondering where you were. Apparently she's pissed."
This time Patrick did crack a smile.
She was worried about me. How cute.
"Ah she will get over it." Patrick nods. Then his attention returned to the wall. "So nothing else happened?"
"No."
"Dean."
"Yeah?"
The witch turns to look at him.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For doing something without your consent. You didn't want me to do the spell but I was going to do it anyway. I was going to give Chuck what He wanted because I wanted out and wanted things to go back to normal." He huffed a laugh. "I was so stupid to think that to think I can just walk away and act like nothing happened. Something did happen something big that has affected our lives. Knowing what He is has changed everything how was I going to ignore that? And knowing He is still out pulling the strings..." He bites his lip. "...I can't trust what is real and isn't real for all I know this could be another one of His games."
Patrick's eyes narrow at the hunter.
"Wanting us to make up then destroy us again. That's what you and Sam did right? Breaking apart then coming back together? Drama. Well guess what I'm not Sam and I never will be so if you think that whole we're family speech makes us friends it doesn't."
"Patrick." Dean shakes his head. "This isn't a game. I meant what I said that was all me not Him."
The witch wasn't sure. He cautiously looks round almost expecting the Big Man to come out and reveal Himself.
Is this a scene? Another storyline for Him?
The witch starts to tremble. He couldn't even trust what came out of his own mouth now. He couldn't determine how much control Chuck had over them.
"Patrick."
"Look Dean." Patrick quickly stands up. "I meant what I said I am truly sorry for what happened and I'm also sorry for blaming you for her death." The witch swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "But...I can't trust you I can't trust anything that you say or do."
Dean stands up looking concerned.
"But Patrick."
"You are linked to Him whether you like it or not for all we know He could be watching us right now." Patrick again looks round the room. "Maybe you are right that He is trying to turn us against each other. If we make up Chuck will not hesitate to manipulate one of us again. Sure He wants Sam back but I bet He is finding all this entertaining. The sick son of a bitch. It's so hard Dean." Patrick gazes at the mirror. "I thought handing you in to Him would help me move on but I know now I would still be stuck if I did give in...I don't think I would be able to forgive myself. I would have this lovely face to remind me of my poor decisions."
A toothpick slides out of the witch's mouth. He bites down hard on it.
"I am stuck in a rut but the only way to move on is if Chuck was gone." Patrick laughed. "You can't get rid of a God Hell you can't even kill Him. It's a losing bloody battle. I'm screwed because of it."
I lost control.
"Patrick there has to be a way to stop Him. "
"Well enlighten me Dean." Patrick gestures with his hand. "How do we stop God? Huh?"
Dean couldn't give him an answer.
"Thought so." Patrick sighs. "Guess my next best option is therapy." He forced a smile. "Wish me luck."
Patrick grabs his coat and slips it on. He walks straight past the waffles. As his hand goes on the handle Dean finally speaks up.
"Death said Chuck can die."
Patrick froze. His hand still on the handle.
"He said he can reap Him." Dean continued.
"I see." Patrick replied his back still turned on the hunter. "So are you saying God is vulnerable? That He does have a weakness?"
"I don't know."
"Do you believe Death? You sure he is not bluffing trying to show off? Hmm?"
"Look he just said he is older than God and in the end he will reap God so..." Dean raises his arms. "I don't know but listen I want Him gone just as much as you do. I wanna kill the bastard!"
"Shouldn't you be hunting." Patrick looks over his shoulder. "Saving lives."
"Huh?"
"I think I read about some weird deaths somewhere." Patrick nods. "You should check it out."
Dean is baffled and frustrated by the witch's behavior.
"I don't understand. You don't give Chuck what He wants but you don't wanna help stop him? You said it yourself He will try again He will keep coming at us friends or not He will find a way."
"True. I just want to enjoy this bit of control I have. I didn't give Him what He wanted I chose not to and He will have to think of another way so I'm going to enjoy the time while it lasts. You should do that as well Dean call this time we have a filler episode. A hunt will be a perfect way to cover that. A nice distraction." The witch smiles. "If you excuse me I'm going to head to the bar and have a drink. A continuation from last night."
The witch opens the door and steps out. Dean runs to the door.
But the witch is gone.
Dean frowns. He really thought he reached the witch last night.
Looks like I was wrong about him.
Dean sighs sadly. He steps inside and closes the door behind him.
Patrick comes out from behind the tree as soon as the door closes. He frowns at the room where the hunter is staying.
I'm sorry Dean but we got to go off script if we are going to win this.
Patrick slumps against the tree and pretends to look tired.
Let Him think I have given up. Give Him the angst He clearly enjoys.
Patrick did mean what he said back there a hunt would be a nice distraction but not for Dean.
For Chuck.
It should hopefully give the witch time to plan his next move.
Always had a soft spot for chess. The witch mentally smirks to himself.
A few hours later he arrives at Rowena's place. She was fuming about last night. She was complaining about being stood up but she soon stopped when she saw the He-witch is still old. She opens her mouth to ask what happened but he stops her and takes her hand.
"I'm sorry and I'll make it up to you." His hand moves to her shoulder. "How about dinner? A pizza? It will be on me."
She pretended to think about it for several moments. Then she sighs.
"It saves me cooking I guess."
He grins.
"That's right and you do deserve a break."
Rowena agreed with him.
"Aye."
"But I do need a favor."
The Scottish witch throws her hands up and sighs.
"Of course."
"It's only a small favor."
"Just spit it out!"
Patrick sighs.
" I need you to help me summon Death. I want to talk to him. "