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Double Dealings	By : KagetsuAsame Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Double Dealings
- 2-Chapter 2
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-Bobby-
This day just kept getting better and better. He had finally gotten rid of Castiel but now Sheriff Jody Foster had made an appearance. He liked the woman, she was strong and determined. She had lost her son a few years back and her husband a year before. Now she was at his door, it was Rufus' fault; the man was wanted and had shown up at his door, the damn fool. So here she was, looking for the hunter. He had let her in, offered her a beer, and told her he didn't know anyone named Rufus. He was showing her around when the sound of his door being slammed open echoed through the house.
"Balls." He sighed, this is what his life had been reduced to, showing the sheriff that there were no criminals here and his door being busted open.
Jody was already up the stairs when he grabbed a shotgun and went after her. She was going to get herself hurt or killed. Nothing good broke down his door in the middle of the day. The boys had left him Ruby's knife in their last visit and he drew that from his boot.
"Put your hands in the air!" Jody was shouting, it couldn't be a good thing.
He shook his head, moving through the door. There were two of them, a man and a woman, both black eyed demons. He aimed and fired, the man hissing angrily. The woman reacted, grabbing Jody and spinning her around, holding her throat tightly.
"Let her go." He felt like his heart was in his throat, he couldn't let anything happen to her.
"A trade, you for her. We don't care about her, we want you."
He kept the gun trained on the man who was slowly getting to his feet, "If Dean and Sam would do their jobs we wouldn't be here. Sorry old man but you have to pay the price." The man sneered.
The man moved forward, attempting to lash out, but Bobby was prepared, firing his gun before slashing the blade across his throat. The woman tightened her grip on Jody, eyes widening.
"Let her go." He tightened his grip on the blade.
Jody slammed her head back, smashing it into the demon's nose. The woman let out a shout of surprise, letting go of the sheriff. Bobby lashed out, driving the blade into her chest. Jody stood frozen, watching the electric shock of a demon dying. She turned her gaze to Bobby, shock in her eyes.
"Bobby, what was that?" She sounded amazingly calm considering the circumstances.
He rubbed the back of his neck, "Demons."
She looked at him incredulously, "Demons, really?"
"Yep, demons. There are a lot of things in this world that people don't know about, vampires, werewolves, demons, they're all real and they're all here." He wasn't going to lie to her; her life had been at risk because of him. He scowled, "Dammit boys." He grumbled, moving to pick up the phone. He had a bone to pick with the brothers.
"Bobby Singer don't you walk away from me."
He froze, "I have to make a call."
She shook her head, "You have to explain to me what's going on."
"Come sit down and I'll get us a drink and tell you everything." He looked weary, motioning to the small table. She sat and he pulled out two glasses and a bottle of scotch.
"Bobby!" Dean's voice came from the door.
"Balls." His shoulders slumped, "In here, close the door when you come in." He grumbled softly, "And don't worry about traps, they're already broken."
Sam and Dean walked in, each with a gun in hand. They spotted Jody sitting at the table and Sam spoke, "Who's this?" He eyed her suspiciously.
"Sam, Dean, this is Sheriff Jody Mills. Jody, these boys are Sam and Dean Winchester." He said, getting out two more glasses and pouring them each a hefty amount of liquor.
Dean let out a sigh of relief, taking his and downing it, "Thank you Bobby! I've been wanting a drink for days. Here I thought Sam would have wanted to stop on the way here but no, no stopping for us." He elbowed his brother.
Sam glared at him before smiling at Jody, "It's a pleasure to meet you." He turned his gaze to Bobby, "What's with the bodies in the living room?"
The grizzled hunter downed his drink, "You're what's up with the bodies. They came to take me out as a message to you. What did you boys do? What demon did you piss off?"
The elder Winchester held his empty glass out, "More and I'll tell you." He looked at Jody, "Does she know?"
"Do I know what? You'd better start explaining or I'm going to arrest you for killing those two people, self defense or not."
He grinned, downing the next glass in two swallows, "So, demons are real, we pissed off Crowley because he wants us to keep hunting alphas and I told him to blow me." Bobby glared at him, "What? He pissed me off."
"You damn fools! Dammit Dean, do you think of no one but yourself?"
He frowned, "I think of Sam. Sorry, I didn't think he would send someone after you. He should know better."
Sam sighed, turning his attention to Jody, "I'm sorry you got dragged into this. Since those two are going to be at it for awhile I'll explain. We're hunters; we track down killings and odd occurrences and make them stop so that people can go about their lives in peace, never having to know that the things that go bump in the night are real. All those legends and fairy tales, those monsters that eat children and suck the soul from you, very real. It's just that most people don't encounter them because people like us hunt them down and make the world a safer place."
Surprisingly Dean stayed silent for Sam's speech and Bobby wasn't about to continue ripping into him while there were more important things going on, like Jody getting an education in the supernatural. Jody seemed to take it in stride, downing her drink before asking for another one with the shake of her glass.
"Sam, could you take care of the bodies? Why don't you use them for practice?" Dean's gaze was locked on Bobby and the older hunter had a feeling that the demon was having a few anger issues at the moment.
"But Dean..." Sam trailed off, looking between the two.
Dean growled softly, "Now, Sammy, Bobby and I need to finish our talk."
He sighed, "Don't do anything stupid." He moved over to the corpses, Jody's eyes following him.
"Bobby, it's not my fault that Crowley has a stick up his ass and decided to take it out on you. I'll show that little cretin who he's messing with and you won't have to worry about him sending his goons after you ever again." Dean took a deep breath, "I'm under a lot of stress. I have no way to relieve it, I'm stuck up here, I can't go down for stress relief, and I need you to understand that I'm a little on edge here."
Jody let out a shout, grabbing her gun and pointing it at Sam, "Son of a bitch." Dean hissed, putting himself between Jody and Sam.
"Dean, what's going on?" Bobby was deceptively calm, speaking low and soft as if talking to a small child.
"He's moving those bodies without touching them!" Jody attempted to aim past Dean only to find him moving in the way again.
"Lower your gun, Jody. We don't want to hurt you but I am really pissed off right now. So, let's talk this out." He looked over his shoulder; Sam had dropped the body and moved out of line of sight, "Sam isn't going to hurt you or Bobby, ok?"
If Dean was pissed then Bobby was livid. What had those idiots done this time? Was Sam addicted again? Were they going to have to send him through detox? Dean didn't seem concerned and even as a demon he put Sam's safety first, but what had happened in the past month since he had seen them? Sam sounded fine when they talked on the phone and he looked healthy, so what had the pair done?
He put his hand on Jody's arm, slowly helping her lower it, "Dean, talk, now."
He rubbed the back of his neck, taking a deep breath, "So, Sam's a demon now."
"I don't think I heard you right. Did you say Sam is a demon, like you?" Bobby's voice was cold; he could feel tears in his eyes. Had he lost them both?
"Yes."
Jody looked scared, taking a step back, "You're like them?" She pointed to the bodies.
Dean scowled, "Hell no, we're way different. We are still Sam and Dean Winchester, hunters, sons of John and Mary. We still love Bobby like a father. We aren't bent on destruction. We want to protect people."
Bobby sat down, drinking straight from the bottle, "Why?"
Sam reappeared in the doorway, rushing over to Bobby and crouching down beside him, "Please Bobby, I had to." He grabbed his shoulders, looking into his eyes, "You know how Dean is still himself, you've lived with him while I was recovering. You know he's still the Dean you bandaged up when he got hurt. I'm still me, I haven't died, I wasn't dragged to hell, I never broke. Bobby, I'm the same as I always have been. I'm not like them, Dean isn't like them."
He shook his head, swallowing down another mouthful. Dean looked at him pleadingly, Sam was still on his knees, trying to get him to understand, and Jody stood and watched it all. It was Jody who broke the silence, "Bobby Singer!" He jumped slightly, looking up at her, "These boys love you, regardless of what they may be they care enough about your sorry ass to try to talk some sense into you." She sighed, "You're behaving like an idiot, didn't you hear a damn thing they said? I didn't know them before but you did, what do you see? Do you see Sam and Dean or do you see something else? Listen to your heart."
He looked into Sam's eyes, normal, hazel eyes. He felt his heart clench, "Sam." He swallowed hard before pulling him into a hug. He returned it, "I don't know if I can fully accept this but you're still you and I won't abandon you." He looked up at Dean, "Either of you."
Dean moved closer, patting him on the back, "Thanks Jody, we owe you one."
Bobby pulled back, "How'd it happen?"
"A ritual. I had to protect him and this was the best way to do it. We're the only ones that can kill demons so it's better this way and if we get sent back to hell it's no big deal, we're buddies with the king."
"I'm tired." He grumbled, laying his head on the table and falling asleep.
-Dean-
They had left Bobby in Jody's capable hands after putting him in bed. He had way too much to drink but he had taken it well. Dean was happy that he hadn't tried to exorcise them; Alastair would be pissed if they showed up down there. The hunt they had picked up was awesome, disappearing virgins. He felt so sorry for them; they had to save them before anymore disappeared.
"Sammy! Let's go find us some virgins!" He parked on the side of the main street, "What do we think is taking them?"
"I have no idea; we haven't even gotten started yet." He sighed, watching Dean jump out of the car.
"Go, research! I'm going to find me some virgins to watch." He smirked to himself as Sam snarled.
"Dean." His tone was warning, "You'd better behave."
He rolled his eyes, "I always behave. You don't have to worry about anything, I'm just watching."
"If you find anything let me know, I'll get us a room and you go talk to any family members or witnesses, find out all you can then call me."
Dean snorted, "Alright, Mr. Bossy."
He lucked out, as he was heading toward one of the victims homes a young woman literally dropped into his lap. She clung to him tightly, "Oh my God." She kissed him, "You saved me."
He sat there stunned, "Why, hello there." He smiled, "Are you alright? What happened?"
"A man, fire and gold and he was hot and flying!" She was rambling but clung around his neck.
He stroked through her hair calmingly, "It's ok, you're safe now." He cocked his head to the side, "You're not a virgin, are you?" She slapped him, "Hey, hey! It's a good thing! You would have gone the way of those other girls. So be happy!"
She looked down at her lap, "Will you take me home?"
He smiled, "Sure." He picked her up, setting her on her feet and offering her his arm, "Lead on, milady."
He hadn't slept with a woman since getting back from hell and he really wanted to. He walked her to her door, giving her a boyish grin. He was pleased when she leaned forward and kissed him. He moved forward as their lips touched, his hand moving to her waist, returning the kiss. The moment was shattered by the ringing of his phone, he had forgotten about Sam.
She let out a sound of protest as he pulled back, "Ignore it."
"Sorry, I can't do that." He gave her an apologetic look, answering his phone, "Hello."
"Have you found anything yet?" Sam sounded on edge.
He covered the mouthpiece of his phone, "I'll have to take a rain check." He blew her a kiss before turning and walking away, "Yeah, had a lady literally dropped into my lap. Fire, gold, hot, and flying."
Sam spoke up after a moment of silence, "Come to the motel, I might have something."
"I'll be right there." He hung up, looking down at the phone. Sam had become possessive, not that Dean could blame him, he was possessive too, Sam was his after all, "Shit." He smelled very strongly of that woman, "Sam's going to be pissed." He supposed if Sam was his then he was Sam's.
Sam was waiting for him, sitting in front of his laptop, "Dragons."
He blinked, heading for the shower, "Dragons? Really?" He couldn't believe it, "How do we kill it?"
Sam eyed him, "What are you doing?"
"I need a shower, I smell. When I said a lady dropped into my lap I meant it, now I smell like women's perfume."
"Nothing else happened?"
Suspicious Sam was dangerous, "She kissed me but I didn't let it go further." He stripped off his coat and shirt, "Want to come shower with me?" At least it was easy to appease him.
The younger demon moved forward, stripping his shirt off as Dean shucked his pants and turned the shower on, "You reek, she must have been wearing a lot." He wrapped his arms around him.
"Let's see if we can't get us smelling like each other." He got in, waiting for Sam to finish undressing and join him, "You never did tell me how to kill a dragon." He tipped his head back under the spray.
"I don't know, most of the information is myth, we'll have to ask Bobby if he knows anything." He stepped in, pressing close, "Can we not talk about dragons and enjoy ourselves?"
Dean smirked, leaning forward and kissing him deeply, "It's my turn to take you." He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, "I promised to fill you up." He slid his hands down to his hips, "I want you so bad, Sammy." He kissed down his throat, "Turn around."
Sam groaned, turning and pressing his palms against the shower wall. Dean's fingers slid down his spine, over the curve of his ass, his lips pressed against the back of his neck, lapping water from his skin. He pressed close against him, rocking his length slowly between his cheeks. Sam rocked back, groaning low in his throat.
"Come on Dean, don't you want revenge for me fucking you raw?" He smirked at him over his shoulder.
"Hold still Sammy and don't forget to relax." He grinned, licking the back of his neck and thrusting in deeply, seating himself fully in one stroke.
Sam cried out, jerking back against him, his fingers clenching at the wall, "Little warning next time!" He bit out through clenched teeth.
Dean smirked, "I gave you warning, besides, you tied me to a bed and fucked me raw, it's my turn." He thrust in sharply, starting up a brutal pace.
They rocked together, the water pounding down around them, a drop caught on the tip of Dean's nose. Sam's fingers worked over his length tightly, pressing back into each of his brother's thrusts. Teeth sank into the younger Winchester's shoulder, Dean's thrusts becoming more erratic the closer he got to release.
"Come on, do it." Sam bit out, clenching over him tightly, his hand rotating over his tip.
He moaned, letting out a soft grunt into his shoulder as he gave a final thrust, coming hard. His hips gave little jerks, sending Sam careening over the edge with a cry of bliss. He curled himself over his brother's back, panting against his ear.
"So good, Sammy." He nuzzled his nose against the skin behind his ear.
Sam smirked, tipping his head, "You get to wash us."
A soft growl escaped his lips as he pulled out slowly, "Way to ruin the mood." He grabbed the little bar of soap, giving Sam a good once over before cleaning himself, "I'm going to call Bobby and see what he knows, you can wash your hair, princess." He stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself before wrapping it around his waist. He sat on the bed, grabbing his phone and dialing Bobby.
"What?" He sounded gruffer than usual.
"Easy Bobby, have a hang over? Do you need some coffee? Maybe you should call Jody, I think she likes you."
"Ha, ha, what do you need?"
"Dragons, we've got dragons, and need to know how to kill them."
"Dragons? No such thing."
He snorted, "That's what I said but they're kidnapping virgins and I found a witness, definitely dragons."
He sighed heavily, "Eleanor Visyak, professor of medieval studies at San Francisco University. I'll give you her address, go talk to her, she should know something."
"Let me get a pen." He grabbed the journal and a pen, taking down the address, "Thanks, I'll go down and see her."
Eleanor was good looking for an older lady, short blonde hair, green eyes. He liked her the minute he met her.
"So, Dean, what brings you here?"
He smiled, "Dragons, how do I kill one, hypothetically speaking of course."
"You hunters, with your hypotheticals. You need a blade forged from the blood of a dragon."
He sighed, his smile falling, "Great, where am I going to find one of those?"
She crossed her arms over her chest and smiled, "I happen to have one but I'm not sure if I should give it to you. You're friends with Bobby but that only goes so far. It cost me a pretty penny to acquire."
If it was possible his shoulders slumped further, "There's a dragon in Oregon kidnapping virgins. I'll bring it back when I'm done."
She seemed to make a big production, a sigh, her face reflecting deep thought, "I suppose." She paused, "If you can get it from the stone."
He perked back up, "A stone? Sure, let's give it a shot. This is like Excalibur right? Someone worthy?"
She nodded, leading the way downstairs, "Have at it."
He rubbed his hands together. The stone was huge and the sword made him think of something out of a fairy tale. He had to be worthy, so that meant heroic thoughts. He wrapped his hands around the hilt and pulled. It didn't budge, not one inch; he fell against the stone, lip curled up, glaring at it.
"Screw you sword! I'm worthy! I'm heroic! I save people all the time!" He snarled at it, eyes going black as he pulled again putting all of his strength behind it. There was a crack and snap and he was left with half a sword. He flopped over the stone, looking back at her with a nervous grin, looking between her and the sword, "Uhhh."
-Castiel-
He was tired, sore and tired. He felt completely worn out. The angels following Raphael were not too keen on talking; at least Michael's were less likely to attack on sight. It surprised him, the change in his brother. Michael had been more than happy to start the apocalypse but now he wanted to stop it. Gabriel was staying in his rooms for the moment, he didn't want to reveal his hand too soon so that left Castiel and Balthazar to go out and talk to the other angels. They needed the full story but only one side was talking. It was going to take Gabriel to make a dent in Raphael's zealous minions.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he headed back to Gabriel's rooms. He could hear Balthazar talking in one of the gardens as he walked past. He immediately stopped and moved toward the voices. It wouldn't do for Balthazar to get into trouble. The blonde angel had his arms crossed over his chest and was rolling his eyes at a dark haired female angel.
"Listen here sweet cheeks, all I want to know is why. How hard is that? If you don't want to talk to me that's fine, I can just look for awhile and we can be on our ways, but don't come up to me and demand I help that stick up his ass Raphael because it's just not happening, love."
Castiel kept back, watching as Balthazar leered at the female. Sometimes he was just so...human. Castiel wasn't sure how he managed it. She whirled away from him, storming off, at least she hadn't attacked him.
"How have you faired?"
Balthazar turned, smiling at him, "Cassie, so good to see you! Not the greatest I'm afraid, at least she didn't try to put a new hole in me."
"I think it's time to regroup."
The pair returned to find Gabriel pouring over notes and maps, "You're back. Anything good come out of this mess?"
Castiel shook his head, "If you count Michael's angels not trying to kill us then I suppose the answer is yes."
"Raphael's on the other hand are a little stab happy."
The dark haired angel held his arm up, showing a hole through his coat, "They ruined it, I will have to repair it."
Gabriel thumped forward, his head smacking the table, "So Mikey isn't so bad but Raphael is being a douche, great." He sighed, "They said nothing to you?"
"They seem to be evenly matched; Michael's side doesn't seem to have any idea about what Raphael is doing. There are rumors he is cavorting with demons, however they know nothing else."
"We need to know why. Without that we're grasping at straws." Gabriel tipped his head up slightly to look at them, his cheek still firmly on the table.
"If he is working with demons they have to be meeting up on Earth. There's no way a demon would set foot in Heaven." Balthazar was pacing, "If we had some help down there we might be able to find where they meet and eavesdrop." He looked at Castiel, "You have some buddies down there, Cassie, let's use them."
"Dean Winchester may not be willing to assist but I shall speak with Sam."
Gabriel scowled, "Why wouldn't Dean help?"
"He's a demon."
-Sam-
It had been two days since they had rescued the virgins and killed one out of two dragons, Sam could honestly say he felt accomplished. They had even found a book, although some pages were missing. Dean hadn't even flirted with the rescued women. He laid back on the bed, stretching. Dean had gone out to get them a celebratory pie, his diet forgotten for the moment, and he was content to relax, until his phone rang.
He grumbled, grabbing it and holding it to his ear, "Bobby? What's up?"
"Where are you?"
He scowled, "A motel in Grants Pass, Oregon. Why?"
"Castiel is looking for you."
He sat up, eyes wide, "Shit, Bobby, he doesn't know I'm a..."
Castiel appeared in front of him, "Demon? I can see that."
He sighed, "Thanks Bobby." He hung up, "Hi Cas. It's been awhile."
"I told you not to let your brother make you taste, I told you not to drink from him."
"I already had when I talked to you." He sighed, "What's done is done; I'm a demon now, just like Dean."
Castiel looked discouraged, "Then you will not help me either I'm sure."
"Help with what? Come on, Cas, just because I'm a demon doesn't meant I'm a bad guy. You've seen Dean; he's not all evil and destroy the world."
He looked thoughtful, "Perhaps." He paused, "There is civil war in Heaven between those who desire the apocalypse and those who do not. Raphael is working with demons and we need to know why."
"We can help with that." Dean walked inside, pie in hand, "Sit down, have some pie and we'll talk."
Castiel looked confused and Sam could understand why. If Raphael was working with demons it would stand to reason that demons wouldn't want to help someone going after their boss' allies. The brothers took a seat, motioning for Castiel to sit with them. Dean had gotten an apple pie and he took the time to dish it out onto paper plates.
"What do you want to know?" Dean took a bite, eyes locked on the angel.
"Who is Raphael working with and what do they want." He sat down, watching Dean eat.
"If they're after the same thing Crowley is then they want purgatory." Sam took a bite of his own piece, "Alastair isn't working with angels so it has to be Crowley. We'll help however we can; just let us know what you need."
"This, Crowley, he is going up against Alastair? Are you experiencing a civil war as well?"
Dean shook his head, swallowing a mouthful of pie, "Nope, not all out war. Alastair is reorganizing though; anyone loyal to Crowley is being reeducated. Of course that isn't stopping the slippery bastard."
"What is Crowley doing?"
"Capturing alpha monsters so he can try to find an entrance. We don't know too much, except that there is someone here who is from purgatory, who escaped. They're the key to this whole thing." Sam took his final bite, "I think we need to find them, protect them from Crowley."
"I'm still bound by that damn deal, although it was only for alphas, leaves me a little wiggle room." He went to take a second piece of pie only to find Sam's fork in his hand, "Ow! Damn it Sam! I just want one more piece."
He glared, "No, no more pie. You're finally loosing that pudge, no going back now."
Castiel watched them with interest, finding their interaction fascinating, "If you discover anything pray and I will come. It is very important that purgatory remain sealed. We cannot allow Raphael to have the power that would come from consuming those souls."
"Whoa, whoa, wait, souls?" Sam looked surprised.
Castiel nodded, "Yes, that can be the only reason they want into purgatory. Souls have power and if they are consumed it grants great strength. Much like when Alastair was consuming the grace of angels, souls can be utilized in the same manner."
"And if Crowley were to get a hold of it we would be screwed." Dean rubbed his temples, "Damn, this is a fucking mess."
"If you find anything more pray to me." He disappeared in a flutter of wings.
Dean shook his head, "I still find it odd we can pray to an angel and get a reply."
It was Dean's turn to answer a call from Bobby. He held the phone between them, speaker phone on, "Hey, Bobby, how's it going?"
"Not good."
The younger demon sighed, "When is it ever good?"
"Yeah, when do we get a call that doesn't start with the end of the world?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, monsters don't just stop coming because you just finished a hunt. Do you want me to get a hold of the boss and tell them that the Winchesters are tired?" He grumbled and Sam could picture the look on his face, all that sarcasm that they hadn't heard in quite awhile. It made him happy, "People are killing each other, seemingly normal people are hacking each other to pieces. Rufus and I are headed to Sundusky, Ohio and we want you to meet us there."
"Why are things happening so quickly? It's been two days since the dragons, what has these things jump started on attacking so many people? Do you think this has to do with purgatory?" This wasn't how things worked. They usually got some time between hunts, everything was moving so much faster than normal, "What's the endgame here?"
"How should I know? We've seen an uptake in monsters. Ever since you started working with the Campbells..." Bobby was thinking and Sam and Dean remained silent, letting him, "What have you been doing? What were the Campbells doing?"
"Hunting alphas to look for purgatory." Dean replied, "Why, what are you thinking?"
"That hunting alphas set off some kind of super monster uprising. They're fighting back, making new monsters, they're making an army."
The brothers shared a look before staring down at the phone. This was not good. Sam got to his feet, grabbing the book they had found, "We have a book and need it translated. This could tell us everything."
"Meet us in Sundusky and bring the book. I'll see what I can do after we figure out what is causing these deaths."
"Alright, it's going to take us awhile to get there, we'll be there as soon as we can." Dean hung up, "What if this is our fault? For helping Samuel."
Sam shook his head, grasping his shoulder, "It's not our fault. This is all on Crowley and Raphael. They want the alphas, we were just used for their plans and now we have a chance to fight back. Cas is doing something up there, trying to stop this, and we need to take care of things here."
"Should we tell Alastair?" He was nervous; Sam could tell he wasn't sure if he really wanted to tell him.
"You can't because of your deal but I can. I think he has a lot going on down below though, it might be best not to bother him until we have things figured out."
It became readily apparent that Dean really wanted to take a trip down. It had been at least a month since he had gone and when he did Alastair had used him for stress relief. He sighed softly, wrapping an arm around his brother's shoulders and pulling him close. He tensed for a moment before relaxing into him, tipping his head to look up at him. It wasn't often Sam got an opportunity like that, he leaned down and captured his lips, nipping at them softly. The elder demon let them part, poking his tongue out slightly.
He grinned, pulling back, "If you really want to you can go back down, after this hunt though. I think Bobby might get a little pissed if I show up with empty you."
"Fine, fine, but I get to take as much time as I need, deal?" He pushed away from him, looking into his eyes.
"Deal, maybe I'll even come down with you."
He shook his head, "Until things are settled here one of us needs to stay topside. Who knows what kind of crazy is going to crawl out of the woodwork next." His hand grasped his shoulder, giving it a squeeze, "Come on Sammy, let's get going, we have a drive ahead of us."
The drive was long and Sam was beginning to feel confined. Neither needed to stop and rest and because of that he was beginning to feel a little claustrophobic. They were in South Dakota when he snapped. He had to get out, he had to move, he had to be under the open sky before he started pulling his hair out. Speaking of hair, he was sure it was turning into a greasy mess and that was something that just wouldn't stand. He needed a hot shower and Dean needed to shave, he was beginning to look all caveman. What he really wanted to do was pick up a straight razor and slowly remove each strand of hair, maybe cut him a little to watch the blood.
"Dean." He was staring at him intently, thinking about what he was going to do if he said no.
"Yeah, Sammy?" He was focused intently on the road.
"We need to stop."
He scowled, "Why? We've got another...twelve hours I think. We can make it."
"No, no we can't make it. If you don't stop at a motel so we can shower I will take a straight razor and shave all the hair from your body."
His eyes narrowed, "You wouldn't dare."
"At this point I would, perhaps I will take the razor to the Impala as well."
He slammed on the brakes, hands tightening around the wheel, "Not Baby!"
"Yes." It came out as a low hiss.
"Fine, fine, we'll stop."
Sam smiled maliciously, he felt smug. They stopped off in the next town and Sam took the first shower. The hot water felt amazing and he finally got to be clean. When he stepped out Dean was standing in front of the mirror shaving.
He smiled, coming up behind him, "Much better. Now you just need a shower."
Dean rolled his eyes, finishing up, "I have to wait for the water to heat back up. You like to steal it all. I'm not taking a cold shower."
"It's not like you can get hypothermia. I just don't want to smell your stinky ass. It's foul."
He laughed as Dean snarled, punching his shoulder, "Bitch."
"Jerk." He waved, heading to the main room to wait.
-Bobby-
Their investigation led them to a cannery. Sam and Dean hadn't gotten there yet but Bobby had called and let them know. There was something here, something very wrong, and they were walking right into the middle of it. Rufus was close behind him as they moved forward. The sound of footsteps made him raise his gun, pointing it at the newcomers. The sight of Sam and Dean made him let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm glad you idjits made it." He lowered his weapon.
"We're not the only ones." Dean growled, pointing his handgun over Bobby's shoulder. Rufus and Bobby whirled, weapons raised, to find Samuel and Gwen Campbell behind them, each with a shotgun in hand. Dean moved forward, "Well, well, long time no see. How's it going?"
"What are you doing here?" Samuel glared at them.
Bobby snorted, "What do you think we're doing? Now don't be a damn fool, you lower your gun and we'll do the same." They all slowly lowered their guns, "That's better, now, let's all work together and find this thing."
Gwen hung back as the rest of them grouped up to discuss the situation and Dean stayed with her. Bobby eyed her suspiciously as she touched Dean's arm and he could barely make out her asking to talk with him. The pair hung back, moving into another room, it wasn't until he heard the gunshot that he knew something was wrong.
-Dean-
He had been a little suspicious when Gwen wanted to talk to him. She hadn't seemed to like him much when they were all running together. Of course he had agreed, better to mend bridges and all that, after all she was supposed to be family.
"What's up?"
"I thought we could talk a little." She moved a little closer to him, "I wanted to apologize, I think we got off on the wrong foot."
He raised an eyebrow, "Ya think?"
"Yeah, I think the introduction should have gone like this." She pointed her gun and pulled the trigger, not giving him a chance to react.
He had been shot before, it didn't happen very often but it did happen. He hadn't been shot since becoming a demon however. It hurt, a lot. The bullet tore its way through his gut and his only thought was that at least it exited out the other side. He looked down, surprised that she had actually shot him.
"You bitch." He bit out, thrusting his hand forward, flinging her back against the wall, pinning her. His left hand moved to the wound, putting pressure on it, "That hurt."
She looked at him in shock, "Oh God, Dean, what did I do?"
"Dean!" Three voices rang out in unison as they ran in behind him.
"Gwen!" Samuel pointed his gun at Dean, "Let her go."
Dean's lip curled into a snarl, "She shot me and you want me to just let her go? No way."
Bobby moved forward, "There's something coming out of her ear." He scowled as he rubbed it between his fingers, "Some kind of slime or ectoplasm." He looked back at Dean, "Let her down."
He pulled his hand away, showing the blood, "She shot me!" His eyes flashed black.
"I didn't mean to!"
Sam laid a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "We can get her later."
He sighed, letting her down, "Always the voice of reason." He grumbled, "Everyone needs to hand over their weapons, we're obviously not safe."
Samuel shook his head, "We have two demons here and you want us to be without defense? I don't think so."
Sam narrowed his eyes, "Do you think having a weapon is going to save you from us if we really wanted to take you out? Just say an exorcism if you're that worried. Weapons are only going to be used to kill each other which is what this thing wants." Rufus found a large bag and held it open, "Put your weapons in the bag." He shoved his gun in first, watching as Dean followed suit.
There was an open locker and they put the bag in. Bobby locked it, they would have to cut the lock off to get back inside but for now they were hopefully safe from each other. The whole thing made Dean wonder exactly what was going on. Could it be some kind of mind control? They hadn't encountered anything like this before. It certainly wasn't demonic possession, he would have known immediately if there was another demon around. So that left some kind of new, freaky monster that made you do things, and it came out of your ear.
"Khaaaaaan!" They all turned to look at him and he grinned, "It goes in through your ear and controls you like in the Wrath of Khan!" Five heads shook in tandem, "What? Can I not have an original thought? I call Khan Worm, who wants to make a bet?"
"Eve." Samuel glared at Dean, "The Mother of All, she's behind this."
Dean cocked his head to the side, "So, no Khan Worms?" He really wanted it to be Khan Worms.
"I don't know, it might be something like that, but Eve is here and she's behind this."
"Best to stick together until we can find it. It's not too big and it's fast." Sam headed for the door, "Come on, we have a lot to get through. Hopefully it hasn't left the building."
-Sam-
It was in Samuel, he had cut the two of them off from the others, locked the gate behind them. Now he was pointing a gun at Sam's head. Sam held his hands up, eyeing the balding hunter, he had a plan but Samuel was steady, ready to pull the trigger. He wasn't completely sure where the pistol came from, they had locked all the weapons up. It would figure that Samuel would keep one hidden though.
"Easy there, you don't really want to shoot me, do you?" He held his hand out, palm up, "Give me the gun."
"Ya know something Sam? You're a complete disappointment. I would be doing the world a favor by removing you from it."
So this was how the worm wanted to play. In that moment Sam decided that the worm was a dick, "You know what, Samuel? I think I'm going to be the one to do the world a favor." He closed his hand, ripping the gun from his hand. Samuel didn't have a chance to react before there was a bullet between his eyes, "Dick."
"Sam!" Dean had finally managed to get through the door.
"I think it's still in his head." He scowled down at the limp body of Samuel Campbell.
Dean moved forward, poking him with the toe of his boot, "Let's get him on a slab and cut him open, I want to see inside his head." He grinned maliciously.
Bobby and Rufus rushed in, their gaze locking on Sam and Dean. Sam grinned, picking Samuel up and putting him over his shoulder. Dean looked up at them, eyes black and that smile still in place.
"Boys?" Bobby's eyes narrowed.
"He tried to kill me. The creature is still in him, I think. We should find out for sure." Sam carried him back to the locker room, "Find me a big knife."
Cutting into him was easy, when he jumped off the table and slammed into a breaker box it came as a great surprise. Dean was right; it really was a Khan Worm, bigger than the ones in the movie but definitely the same effect. Having one in your head was...different. He didn't feel a compulsion to do as it wished, likely because he was using his body the same way the creature wanted to. He could hear it, thoughts or even a voice, he wasn't sure but he could hear and understand it.
"Dean?" He didn't like this, not one bit.
"What? Where'd it go?"
He swallowed, "It's in my head."
"What?! Well get it out so we can electrocute it's ass!"
'Come on, you're so strong, I could use that. They deserve to die.' It's voice was echoing through his mind, touching against his thoughts.
'How about, no. You're a parasite, you don't deserve to be here.' It felt odd having a talk in his head, 'Tell me about Eve.'
'She's going to kill you all, make you hers. The mother has come to save us.'
"Sammy, talk to me, what's going on in that noggin of yours." He was stripping the covering from a loose wire.
"Shush! I'm trying to talk to it." He growled, closing his eyes to focus, 'To save you? From what?'
'From you black smoke things.' It hissed, he could feel it squirm in his head.
'From demons? She's going to be hard pressed to take us out. It will take something a lot tougher than a little worm that we can deep fry.' He opened his eyes, "Dean, get the tape." He held his hands over his ears. This was going to hurt, a lot, "Tape me up and shock me."
Dean's eyes went wide but he nodded, putting tape over his ears and mouth, "It'll be alright Sammy." He shoved the live wire to the back of his neck.
He screamed behind his gag, his fingers clenching tightly, biting into his palms. He could feel it writhing in his head, screaming as the electricity coursed through it. He arched back, his eyes rolling in their sockets. It burned brought him but Dean held firm, keeping the current coursing through him. It gave a final twist, sliding down his ear canal but stopped by the tape, it wasn't moving. He wished his could escape his own body as he collapsed, falling forward as he tried to escape the pain. Dean pulled away, his hands pulling the tape off quickly. Sam could barely hear his voice calling to him, urging him back.
"Dean?" He groaned softly, his mouth tasted like copper pennies. Sam caught sight of a blurry smile. His fingers slid up to touch his cheek, "I feel like shit."
He laughed, "You look like it too, bitch."
"Jerk."
-Castiel-
Prayers are interesting things. So many people pray every day and yet most of the time no answer is given. Perhaps the reason is they're praying to God instead of someone who can actually do something or maybe it's because angels are dying in unheard of numbers. Whatever the reason most prayers were being ignored except for the prayers of two demons. That isn't where the strangeness stopped, they weren't just being listened to, they were being answered.
The demons were very creative in their prayers and Castiel wasn't sure what to think about it. They were not conventional prayers, not in the least, but Castiel felt compelled to answer them, especially since they had needed information.
"Oh Castiel, creature of sexy trench coats and a tie perfect for gagging, come down here and grace us with your presence so that we may tie you down and ravish you." Dean was the more risqué of the two; he liked to talk about bondage more often than not.
"Dean, Sam, what is it you need to tell me?" The pair were sitting at the small hotel room table, shirtless. He scowled slightly, "Why are you not dressed?"
"Just got out of the shower. We have some info for you." Dean smiled at him.
"Eve." Sam opened a thick book, turning it to face him.
The writing was ancient but the picture depicted The Mother of All Monsters, "She is here?"
"Yep and she came because of the whole alphas being kidnapped thing."
"This is not good." It was odd looking at the pair only half dressed, "May I take this?" He motioned to the book, "I will search for anything that might help you in dealing with this problem."
Dean was slowly licking his lips, "Sure, go ahead, we've been having trouble getting anything from it, maybe you'll have more luck."
Why couldn't he stop looking at Dean's lips? He shook his head, picking up the book, "Thank you, pray for me in a few days and I will tell you what I know." He returned to Heaven with the book in hand.
He was not expecting another prayer so soon. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes before Dean was praying again, "Cas get your feathered ass back here, we forgot about something important."
"Sam? Dean? What..." He could feel his eyes widen, they were on the bed, Dean's hips rolling forward.
Dean grinned, pulling back, "Do you have an idea how hard it is to fuck someone and pray at the same time?" He stalked forward.
Sam sat up, growling, "Hey! Get back here!" His eyes turned to Castiel and he smiled, "Cas!" He grinned at Dean, "Really?"
"Yep!" He pounced Cas, taking him down to the floor.
"Dean! What are you doing?" His coat was jerked off, pinning his arms behind him.
He was silenced by Dean's lips crashing into his. He gasped, his lips parting, he could feel the warm wetness of Dean's tongue. Castiel squirmed, his fingers twitching, trying to squirm out from under him. Sam was at his feet; he pushed Dean forward to get at his pants, quickly undoing the button and zipper before tugging them off in one sharp pull.
"What are you doing?" He yelped against Dean's lips.
Dean grinned, giving him another peck on the lips, "We are going to make you feel so good."
He could have stopped this, could have ended it soon after it started, but part of him didn't want to. Sam's hands rubbed up his legs, sliding over his skin, rubbing into the muscles softly.
"Relax Cas, this will feel so good. Don't worry about a thing." He kissed the inside of his thigh.
Dean's lips were on his throat, his teeth and tongue burning a trail over his skin. He gasped, tipping his head back, revealing more skin for him to touch. The elder demon's fingers worked his shirt off, his hands sliding down his chest, tweaking his nipples, rubbing them between his fingers.
"You feel so good, so soft. God Cas." He kissed him again, sucking at his lips, nipping at them, "I can't wait to sink into you."
"S-Sink into me?" He gasped as Sam's lips wrapped around his length.
"Oh yeah, I'm going to sink so far into you."
Castiel's hips lifted up and Sam took the opportunity to slide a finger into him. He jerked, letting out a cry, "Easy Cas, relax, it'll feel so good." Sam rotated his finger, seeking out his spot.
Sparks flashed behind his eyes as Sam pressed inside him, rubbing slowly, "Oh!" He gasped.
Dean chucked softly, kissing a nipple, "We're going to pin you between us, make you feel so very good."
Another finger rocked into him, slowly working him open. After the third finger Sam pulled away, "I think he's ready." He kissed the back of Dean's neck, rubbing his hips, "Want to line him up?"
"Hands and knees Sammy." He turned, kissing him, "Let's get this party started."
Castiel felt dazed, "It didn't start already?"
They chuckled as Sam fell to his hands and knees, "We're just getting started." Dean lifted him up, turning him to face his brother's kneeling form, "Sam feels amazing." He guided Castiel's length into position before pressing his hips forward.
The angel couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight of his length sinking into Sam. He moaned softly, finally fully seated, "Oh, Sam, you're so hot."
Dean pressed up against him from behind, "Don't move just yet."
Castiel let out a cry as he was breached, his head falling back to rest on Dean's shoulder. Dean was in control, he moved and Castiel felt himself press deeper into Sam. He rocked between them, gripping tightly at the younger brother's hips. Even Sam was more in control than he was. He was moved and pressed, riding on a wave of skin and flesh, as he was rocked between them. He cried out, his fingers leaving bruises in Sam's skin. He felt it building inside him, bliss coaxed out of his body by the skilled brothers. He cried out as it spilled over, his hips jerking forward, coming hard. He keened lowly as Dean gave a final thrust.
"Fuck, Cas." He groaned, his hips giving little jerks, "That was amazing."
"I feel sticky." He felt boneless, laying over Sam's back. Dean's fingers stroked his hips and sides gently.
"You can use our shower when we feel like moving. Don't ruin the moment." He swatted his hip lightly and Castiel felt himself jerk forward slightly. The motion wrung a choked cry from Sam's lips, "Sorry Sammy."
Castiel hugged the tall man beneath him, pulling him close, "Why did you decide to seduce me?"
"You're just so adorable and I wanted to surprise Sam. You listen to us and accept us, not everyone does." Soft lips kissed the top of his spine, "Think of this as a thank you."
"If it is merely a 'thank you' does that mean I cannot expect this to happen again?" If he was being honest he wanted this to be more than a onetime thing.
He could feel Dean smile against his neck, "Do you want it to happen again?"
"Perhaps, I did enjoy this thank you. I could be convinced that more would be in order when this is over."
"Good, because I get to be on top next time." Sam grumbled, squished beneath them.
Dean rolled off to the side, pulling out slowly, "I'm taking the first shower, you can join me if you want."
Castiel groaned, feeling empty. He slid to the side, "Why is my tie still around my neck?" He scowled down at the blue tie.
"I'm sure Dean wanted to use it as a handle. It's a good thing he thought better of it, he may have scared you off."
"The pouncing made me nervous."
"I'm glad you didn't fight. Dean won't say it but he likes you."
"He does?" He blinked, "I'm glad." The knowledge made him feel warm inside.
-Dean-
He had no idea that Castiel would be so sensitive and so responsive. He was so happy they got to have a brief respite from Eve. Now they were back on the hunt and thankfully Castiel had found something with Bobby's help. They needed the ashes of a Phoenix to get rid of Eve, they even found where to get some. The problem was that the last one was killed in 1861. They had gotten Castiel to send them back. It was different than that ghost town and the prostitute was not up to his standards. She was nothing like Erica, there were...growths.
They had found the Phoenix at least, met him the moment they walked into town actually, they hanged him. Now they just needed to find Samuel Colt and get the Colt. That was going to be interesting since he was sure that Samuel knew about demons. He would have to send Sam to go get it, Sam was much better with people than he was.
"Ok, Sammy, you have to find Colt while I try to protect these idiots from a pissed off Phoenix."
Sam glared at him, "How do you expect me to get there?"
He grinned, "Get on a horse and ride baby!"
"Can't I just, teleport or something?"
"Nope, I think only Alastair can do that. I guess you could leave your body and possess Samuel but who knows what protections he has."
Sam sighed, looking at the ground for a moment before taking the reigns and mounting the offered horse, "I hate you."
"Love you Sammy, hurry back." He waved, watching as he rode off, bouncing horribly in the saddle, his reigns held off to the side.
-Sam-
Now that he had gotten going being on a horse wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He'd like to avoid that weird bouncing before the horse broke into a run but the run was nice. Samuel Colt was living in a small house and it seemed he got there just in time. He could feel the other demons inside. He would have to be careful if he wanted to get a hold of the Colt. He moved inside slowly, mindful of any traps he might have set up. He was not going to get caught, there was no Dean to help him out and he wasn't quite as strong as him. He would have to try to reason with him and if that didn't work he would fight and steal that gun.
The two demons were dead on the ground. He stepped over them slowly, eyes locked on the old man behind the desk, "Samuel Colt?" He held his hands up, keeping his eyes locked on the gun in his hand.
"Who's askin'?" He growled, narrowing his eyes at him.
"My name is Sam Winchester and I need that gun to kill a Phoenix."
He scowled, "Why should I give it to you?" He looked suspicious and Sam knew that wasn't a good sign.
He sighed, might as well try the truth, "I'm from the future and I need the Phoenix ash to kill the Mother of All Monsters." He pointed the gun at him and Sam reacted, jerking it from his hand with his powers, "I don't take kindly to guns being pointed at me. I'll make sure this gets back to you but there's no way I'm letting you shoot me."
"You're one of them!"
Sam grinned, bitch face firmly in place as he let his eyes flash black, "Yep, bye Samuel, it was great to meet you, keep hunting." He waved, running out the door and jumping on his horse. One firm kick and he was gone, even bypassed that bouncy gait.
-Dean-
It felt good to have the Colt in hand. He wrapped his fingers tight around the grip, feeling the weight. The Phoenix stood before him and the clock was counting down. They were running out of time. The Phoenix stood firm, his hand on his gun. The street was empty around them as they faced off.
"You think that thing can kill me?"
Dean smirked, "Yep, I know it can." He aimed and pulled the trigger.
"W-What?" He was burning up, dissolving into ash before Dean's eyes.
He had to move fast, they were down to the wire. He darted forward, dropping the Colt as he went. He filled a glass flask with ash, barely getting the stopper in before he found himself in Bobby's living room.
"Did you get it?" Bobby moved forward, helping him up.
He grinned, holding it up, "Damn right I did."
Sam looked a bit nervous, "I hope Samuel got the Colt back."
"I'm sure he did, the great thing is that we have the ash. Now we can take the fight to Eve." Dean held up the bottle of ash, "And boy is she in for a surprise."
-Bobby-
It felt good to have the boys back and they were still the boys just with a little extra. A little extra that came in handy. They were strong but not hell bent on destruction, they saved people. He never thought he'd see the day where demons were helping people instead of corrupting them. They were headed to Grants Pass, Oregon, Eve was there and people were dying in droves. Dean had made shells with the Phoenix ash, Sam had made sure all of their weapons were in working order, and even Castiel had showed up. They were as ready as they could be but Bobby still had a bad feeling. This could either go perfectly or it could go to shit in an instant. Dean had gone off to do recon leaving the other three to examine the most recent crime scene.
"Freeze!" This was going to shit.
Bobby and Sam raised their hands, the demon elbowing Castiel so he would as well. Two officers had come into the bar while they were focusing on examining the corpses. The creatures were an odd combination, possessing vampire teeth and a wraith's spike. They went quietly, hopefully Dean would be able to come and get them out before the next massacre. Castiel looked confused when they allowed themselves to be led into the police station, Bobby was sure it was because Sam and Castiel could easily have taken out a couple humans. The moment they were inside the police station Sam lashed out, driving his hand through one of the officer's chest. Bobby was frozen, staring at the heart in the demon's hand, then he saw the teeth, they were creatures. Dean came through the door, catching one that was about to bite into Bobby with a machete, decapitating it.
“Take it!” Dean shoved the machete into his hand before tackling the sheriff.
Castiel slammed his hand onto the forehead of one only to look confused when nothing happened. The creature punched him, laughing, “You think just touching me is going to do anything, are you stupid?”
“No.” He glared, his blade flashing as he sliced through his neck, “But you are.”
Dean had the sheriff pinned down as Bobby killed the final one. He grinned down at the creature, “I dub thee, Jefferson Starship!” He patted his cheek earning a snap of teeth in response, “Because you're horrible and hard to kill.” He looked over his shoulder at his companions, “Everyone alright?”
“We're fine, although I think your angel is broken.”
Castiel scowled, “I am not his angel and I am not broken.” He stated, looking down at the Starship at his feet, “However I do seem to be cut off from my powers. This may prove to be a problem.”
“You can still use your sword at least.” Bobby looked down at the Starship, “You are going to tell us everything you know.”
-Dean-
They had tied the Starship to a chair in the sole interrogation room. Sam and Dean immediately took over the search for information. Dean had shooed Bobby and Castiel from the room before pulling out a silver blade. He laid it on the table next to his machete, his fingers lingering on it for a moment before turning his gaze to the Starship. He let his eyes fall to yellow, grinning at the shocked look on his face.
“Hi, my name is Dean, this is Sam, and we will be your torturers today.”
Sam laid his hands on the ex-sheriff's shoulders, “We will take very good care of you, I promise. Dean has a lot of experience.” He squeezed gently, “You could avoid the fun if you just told us what we want to know.”
Dean's fingers curled around the silver blade, picking it up. He let it flash in the light as he brought it closer, “To talk or not to talk, that is the question.” He let the silver press against his cheek, not cutting the skin.
He hissed lowly, “I'm not telling you anything.”
The elder demon grinned, letting the point slide into his skin, “Oh, I think you'll tell us everything.” He slid it down wringing a scream from his lips as his flesh was burned by the silver. Dean looked up at Sam, “Let's have a lesson. I know Alastair got you started but I want to teach you what I know too.”
"Tell me what to do, show me." He pressed close, taking the blade from him.
"Show me how you start." He stood to the side, giving Sam some space. Alastair liked to invade and get in close but Dean wanted to watch his brother work.
The blade traced down the curves of his throat, Sam's hand was steady as he lightly cut into the skin, moving over his shoulder and down his arm. When he reached his elbow he slid the blade in deeper and the Starship screamed. He slid the blade down his forearm, watching as blood welled up through burnt skin.
"Slide it just beneath the skin and draw it down. Think of it like filleting a fish."
"Like this?" He tipped the blade side ways, sliding it in along the muscle. He pushed too far, the blade poking out the other side, "Oops."
"It's ok, it takes practice, try again."
The Starship screamed, "Stop! Stop! I'll talk!"
Sam pouted but kept the blade in his arm, "Tell us where Eve is." He gave the blade a wiggle.
He whimpered, "T-The diner, she's in the diner."
Dean patted his cheek, "Thanks." He nodded at Sam, "Finish him off. We can play in hell when we're done."
Sam picked up the machete, swinging and and watching as his head rolled across the floor, "Maybe we can get some pie with our Eve."
He perked up, "Pie? Yes, let's go, I want to finish Eve off and get some pie!"
They stepped out of the room, "My skin feels all tight."
"The blood dried, of course it does." He rolled his eyes, "Go clean up in the bathroom and we can head to the diner."
"She will know what we have, she will know the moment you enter about all of us. Do you have a plan?" Castiel asked, picking a bit of blood off his blade.
Dean shrugged, "Walk in and shoot her? I have no idea."
"We need a plan, we shouldn't go in there half cocked." Bobby sat down at one of the desks, "She cut off your angel, she'll know you're demons, and I bet she'll take your guns."
"You're going in too." He pulled out Bobby's flask, dumping the contents of one of the shells into it, "Drink. She's not going to bite me but she will you, convince her to bite you, she'll ingest the blood and bam, dead Eve."
"I don't like it." He held up the flask, glaring at it, "You want me to drink this?"
He rolled his eyes, "Yes. You and I are going in, Sam and Cas will stay outside. They'll be found but it's better this way. We can't let her know that we know that she knows." He scowled, "I think I got that right."
"I'm still not his angel." Castiel grumbled.
Sam grinned, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, "True, you're our angel."
Dean smirked as Castiel blushed, "You're too cute for your own good, Cas!"
He blinked, cocking his head to the side, "Really? Should I seek treatment? I don't feel like anything is wrong." Dean shook his head, heading for the door, smiling as Bobby drank his concoction, "Dean! Don't walk away! I'm serious, what if it's harmful? Can the cute kill me?" Sam was laughing, almost doubled over, he clapped the angel on the shoulder, moving after Dean. Castiel looked at Bobby pleadingly, "Bobby, help me! I don't want to die."
Bobby sighed, "Cas, it's ok. You're not going to die. Let's get going."
There was something very wrong, he knew it the moment they went into the diner and took a seat. Bobby looked a little nervous, Dean couldn't blame him, he was going to let himself be bit by the Mother of All Monsters. The waitress who came to the was not a Starship.
The pretty brunette smiled at them, "Where's Sam? Never mind, I already know. I expected him to be sitting beside you." She turned that smile on Bobby, "It's alright though, I think Bobby will understand. Hand over your weapons, I know you have Phoenix ash."
They pulled out their guns, handing them over to the two Starships, "You must be Eve." Dean gave her a small smile in return.
"Yes." She paused, "I wasn't expecting a demon. Are you really Dean Winchester or are you one of Crowley's?" She glared at him.
"I'm not one of his. I'm the partner of the King of Hell and yes, I'm really me."
She smiled again, "Wonderful, if you aren't working for him then you can help me."
Bobby snorted, "Why would we help you? You're just as bad as he is."
"No! I'm a mother protecting her children! Crowley and Samuel were kidnapping my children, murdering my children, did they think that I would stand by and let it happen? That demon is still murdering my children. If he wants to kill my children I will take all of the souls and he will be left with none!"
"It's not like he killed all of your kids and we're working on taking him out. Bite the bullet, go home, I'm sure your kids are there waiting for you." Bobby ground out, Dean would have had so much fun doing this but there was no way Eve would infect him, it had to be Bobby,
She growled, "Work for me and I will let you live, if you refuse I will make Bobby mine and he will kill you for me."
Bobby looked her in the eye, "I'm getting sick of all this bull. Do whatever you're going to do and be done with it. I'm too old for this shit."
She growled, literally growled, grabbing Bobby's hair and pulling his head to the side, biting into his throat. She gasped, stumbling back, "Phoenix ash, bitch."
The Starships weren't amused, not in the least. Castiel and Sam rushed in, covered in blood. Dean put himself in front of Bobby, the old hunter needed to be healed and fast before he turned.
"Castiel, I need your feathered ass to heal me." Bobby's voice sounded rougher than usual.
"Hurry up, Sam and I will take care of them." He grabbed the nearest one, pulling it's head off.
Sam ripped the heart out of one while back handing another. Castiel healed Sam, grabbing one and sending his grace through it, burning him out. He handed Bobby his blade so he could defend himself. There were so many Starships, the diner was full of them. Sam and Dean were covered in blood when the last one fell. Castiel and Bobby were much cleaner than the black eyed brothers.
"I hate Starships." Dean grumbled, kicking one of them.
"I shall take care of the rest." Castiel was gone in a flutter of wings.
Dean shook his head, looking over at Sam. They stood in silence for a moment, the sound of blood dripping on the floor filling the silence. Bobby shook his head, moving to the door.
"You two are disgusting."
-Sam-
The feel of Dean against him as the water crashed around them was amazing. Even through the caked on blood he couldn't get enough of his brother's skin. They pressed against each other, the blood smearing over them, the water was tinged red. Dean's lips fell against his own, nipping and biting. Their fingers scrambled over skin, trying to find purchase, trying to make two become one. Dean's moans of pleasure urged him on as he sank his fingers into his hole. He couldn't resist, not for long, he needed Dean. He sucked a mark on his throat, biting into his skin as he hoisted him up, made him wrap his legs around his waist. Dean gripped at his hair, tugging at it, as Sam slammed him into the shower wall. He gave a sharp thrust forward, sinking into him deeply, fully.
"Shit Sammy, too fast." He gasped, clenching over him tightly.
Sam moaned, sucking and nipping his earlobe, "You feel so good." He rocked his hips up, rubbing against his spot with each pass, "Come on, work those hips." He knew he was being demanding but didn't care, it would be worth it.
He gasped, rotating his hips as Sam thrust up, not able to gain much traction between the bathtub and the water, "Push me against the wall more and do this right." Dean growled back.
Sam adjusted his hold, pressing him more firmly against the wall, using the leverage to set a brutal pace. The blood was almost completely washed away by the time they collapsed against each other, panting and clinging tightly. Dean let his legs fall to the side as Sam slid out of him, their breath mingling as they kissed softly.
"Shower sex is hard." Dean grumbled.
"I say it's worth it." Sam kissed him slowly, "Let's finish cleaning up, we're losing hot water."
Dean grumbled, grabbing the soap and starting to wash up, "I feel all sticky inside, you know that doesn't come out easily, right?" He squirmed slightly, trying to clean himself, "Pull out next time, last time you fucked me it took a week to get it all." He glared at him, "Giant, pushy, asshole."
Sam smirked, rolling his eyes, "But you feel so good, wrapped around me. I can't help it if you were made for me." He paused, "If you don't like it we can just not have sex again, I'll go find a nice human girl when I'm feeling all worked up."
He threw the bar of soap at him, bitch face firmly in place, "If you do that I'll just have to find one of those virgins I passed up!" He got out of the tub, snagging one of the towels and drying himself almost violently.
Sam jumped out after him, "Wait, wait! I'm sorry, geez, come on." There was no way he was letting go of his brother, Dean was his and although he could accept sharing him with Alastair and Castiel, he was not going to let him go play with some bimbo.
"You're not allowed to go off either. If I can't, you can't, so don't even think about it." He poked him in the chest, "Am I clear?"
"You're clear but I'm not pulling out." He stated firmly, he loved the feel of him too much.
Dean snorted, "Fine but you have to listen to me bitch." He looked him over, "Go finish cleaning up, you have blood behind your ears."
He shook his head, turning and dripping bloody water back to the shower to finish cleaning up. The water was cold when he got back in but he finished cleaning up, making sure to get all the blood off. They had taken care of Eve, saved the world from her at least, but that left Crowley and the angels. Castiel had headed back to Heaven to do whatever he needed to do up there, Bobby was in the room next door, and they needed to find and stop Crowley before he opened purgatory. He toweled off, deep in thought about what they were going to do. There had to be a way to track a specific demon. The issue would be if Crowley knew about it and could hide himself from their efforts. He dried his hair, combing it with his fingers. Alastair would know but he wanted to wait until this was over to go back to hell with Dean.
His brother was flopped out over the bed when he came out. He hadn't bothered to get dressed and looked extremely bored. Sam shook his head, sitting on the edge of the bed. He let his fingers go through Dean's hair slowly, feeling the spiky strands as they dried.
"I know what you're thinking, keep it to yourself, I don't want any chick flick moments." He turned his head to look at Sam, "We have to find Crowley."
"Talk about ruining the moment." He snorted, "How do we find him?"
He shrugged, "Find someone who works for him, that knows where he is. There's always someone willing to make a deal, we just have to find the right one."
-Gabriel-
Part of him wished he hadn't come back, that he hadn't found Castiel and Balthazar and pulled them into this mess. The three of them could have been safer if he had just left things alone. He couldn't sit by while things went to shit, not like he had in the past. He wasn't going to run away this time. They had been helping Michael from the shadows, at least a little bit. Raphael was completely off his rocker and his followers weren't much better. Michael seemed a little more sane lately. Sure it was because he was tired of being thwarted and Gabriel was sure his older brother was still feeling the grief from having to shove Lucifer into the cage but he was getting better since being told 'no'. Dean Winchester's descent into demon-hood had been good for his brother. Those boys had completely foiled the apocalypse, they had ruined all of those carefully laid plans. He knew Michael had tried to get it back on track but Alastair had messed that up and killed a number of angels to do it. The apocalypse had far reaching consequences, even for being stopped, and they were feeling them. Even if they could get this settled what would happen next? What was going to be the next problem? He needed to talk with Michael, have a sit down and just figure out what to do next. He wasn't looking forward to that reunion. Castiel had returned a little worse for ware after helping the brothers. Gabriel also knew he had...played with the pair of demons, or they had played with him.
"Cassie! Did you have fun with the demons? They are a good looking pair, you could have done worse." Balthazar, ever the blunt one.
Castiel blushed brightly, "I had an enjoyable time, although Dean named a new creature Jefferson Starship, I did not understand the reference."
"I'm going to speak with Michael." He looked at the pair with a sigh.
They turned to meet his gaze, "Why?" Balthazar scowled, "Going to go work for the man? Let him know you're back? We've done so well at keeping off the radar, why ruin that now?"
Castiel answered before he had a chance to, "Because Michael doesn't know what Raphael is doing. He is so focused on fighting that he doesn't have a handle on what is going on below. The events on Earth are just as important as those in Heaven."
"In this case they might be more so." Gabriel felt worn out, he didn't get to cause any mischief here, it was all planning. He got to his feet, "I'll let you know how it goes."
Michael's rooms weren't too far from his own which was both a blessing and a curse. Castiel and Balthazar had to be more careful when leaving but it didn't take him long to get there. He didn't bother knocking, just walked inside.
"Michael!" He spread his arms, grinning.
The older archangel looked surprised, dropping his quill onto his desk, shock written on his face, "G-Gabriel?"
He moved forward, "Yep, it's good to see you."
Michael stood, moving around his desk to meet him, "It has been far too long." He wrapped his arms around him, holding him close.
He felt such love and devotion and in that moment knew he had made the right decision. After he had thrown Lucifer into the cage he had become withdrawn, Gabriel had a feeling that his return had a bigger effect on Michael than he thought it would. He laid his head on Michael's shoulder, relaxing into his embrace.
"I'm sorry." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
Michael squeezed him firmly before pulling back, "Don't leave again." It came put softly.
Gabriel smirked, cocking his head to the side, "We need to talk."
Michael motioned to a pair of comfortable looking chairs. Gabriel took the time to really take in the room. Michael's rooms were done in light colors, white, cream, and a few different shades of blue. The chairs were soft and the material was velvety. His desk was made of dark wood, giving a nice contrast to the room. He sat in one of the chairs, sinking into it. The chairs were angled to face each other and Gabriel got a good look at his brother. He resembled Dean but with black hair and his features were a little more angular. His eyes were a clear blue, darker than Castiel's and a little more haunted than the young angel.
"What do you need to speak with me about?"
He took a deep breath, "Raphael is working with Crowley. They're seeking purgatory so they can take the souls for power. Raphael wants to control you, force you to restart the apocalypse."
Michael closed his eyes for a moment, "And this, Crowley? What does he want?"
"He wants to rule hell. He's tried to get rid of Alastair but hasn't been successful."
"Alastair..." He looked pained, he didn't like being reminded of all the angels they had lost with Lucifer.
"I think it's better to have him in charge down there. We have to stop them before they find the last thing they need. Sam and Dean have been doing what they can, they took out Eve."
"They seem to have the luck of the gods. They are both demons no, yes?" When Gabriel nodded he continued, "At least I am not the only one who cannot acquire their true vessel."
Gabriel kicked him in the shin wringing a yelp from his lips, "No, no talk of apocalypse, no talk of vessels or purification. Our father gave free will and I think we've gained part of that too. This is how things should be. The apocalypse isn't necessary, we don't need to end the world. We should be protecting it and that's what we're going to do unless you want me to take off again." He didn't want to threaten him but Michael didn't always like to listen. He would do whatever it takes to help his brother see.
Michael glared at him, "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to lead us, to help us protect people. Humans aren't so bad, they are great fun to mess with, but they can be a little stupid. We just need to keep an eye out, the hunters are doing great, but even demons are helping them more than we are."
He sighed, "Alright, let's get started. I suppose we're saving humanity."
-Dean-
This was the end. At least he hoped it was. Crowley was holed up in an old jail, perfect for holding creatures. Sam and Dean were on their own this time. Bobby had wanted to come with them but they had refused, threatening to lock him in the panic room if he tried to go with them. Sam had the demon killing knife in hand while Dean brandished a shotgun. They weren't going to kill Crowley, at least they weren't planning on it, but they were going to stop him, whatever the cost. They were stopped at the door by a blonde angel, in a v-neck of all things.
Dean narrowed his eyes, looking at the rather scruffy angel, "Who're you?"
"Balthazar. I'm here to back you up." He rolled his eyes, grumbling, "At least you look good in those tight jeans." He smirked, "We have a couple others ready to help out if it gets to hairy."
"You can kill an angel, right?" Green eyes locked to grey.
"Yes."
"Good, we leave the angels to you and we'll take care of the rest." Dean pushed past him, throwing the door open.
"Nice to meet you." Sam gave him an apologetic smile as he followed his brother.
Balthazar followed close behind them, the trio ready for what they would face, or at least Dean hoped they were ready. The room they found Crowley in was done in white tile, this was where he had tortured the monsters, sent many to their deaths. Beside him stood an angel with skin the color of chocolate.
"Hey Crowley, how's it hanging?" Dean stepped down the stairs, "And you must be Raphael, what would daddy say if he could see you now?"
"I'm doing what is best, you hell spawn cannot comprehend the importance of what I'm doing."
Crowley looked a little worried, "We were just about to get started, how good of you to join us."
Raphael narrowed his eyes when Balthazar walked in, "Traitor! How dare you come here in the company of those vermin."
The blonde angel laughed, "Speak for yourself Raph, just following your lead. I heard you were doing it and just had to find one of my own. Lucky me, they came as a set."
Sam hopped over the railing while Dean took the stairs. They stood side by side, gazes locked on the demon, "So, yeah, we're here to drag you back down for reeducation. Are you going to come quietly or are we going to have to treat you like a screaming six year old?" Dean grinned, aiming his gun, "Please say the hard way. I feel like beating the crap out of you."
"I'm not going with you." He growled, shifting slightly to make sure Raphael was between them.
"Hello, brother." All eyes turned to face the newcomer. A young man with light brown hair came down the stairs a step at a time, drawing it out, gray eyes gazed down at them, "You've been very, very bad."
"Michael." Raphael took a step back.
The young man smiled, pulling out an angel blade. He twirled it between his fingers, "Yes and this is long overdue. You are behaving foolishly, as I once did. I do not want to fight you but this is how it must be."
Raphael snarled, launching himself at the other archangel, their blades clashing. Dean dove forward, slamming into Crowley, catching him by surprise. The crossroads demon hit the ground with a grunt, rolling out from under him. Michael and Raphael fought, each scrambling for dominance. Sam tackled Crowley from behind, slamming him into the wall, scattering tools across the floor.
"Hold still!" Dean grabbed for him but Crowley scrambled away.
"Juliet! Come to daddy!"
The growling made Dean freeze. He hated hellhounds, "Call it off asshole!"
Crowley grinned, sneering at them, "Sic 'em."
He scrambled to his feet, eyeing the giant dog, "Crowley!" He shouted, backing away slowly.
Sam grabbed the smug demon, holding the blade to his throat, "Call off your dog." There was a crackle of energy as the blade nicked his skin.
He held his hands up, "Easy, let's talk about this."
"Now!" He snarled, eyes locked on the giant dog advancing on his brother.
"Juliet, down girl."
"Good boy." He held Crowley firmly as the dog laid down.
Dean let out a sigh of relief, his gaze moving to the angel fight, "No funny business Crowley or screw reeducation I'll let Sam slit your throat."
Michael slammed his blade into Raphael's chest, twisting it as it sank home, "I'm sorry brother, you left me no choice."
The demons were forced to avert their eyes as a crackle of electricity spanned out, Raphael's wings burned to ash on the ground as Michael let him go. Dean looked up first, spotting Balthazar checking on Michael.
"I'm fine, thank you." His gaze settled on the demons, "The Winchester brothers, it is a pleasure to meet you."
"So, you're Michael, the one who wanted to use me as a puppet, does that still stand or are you over me?" Dean crossed his arms over his chest.
"I have given up on my past plans. I am...sorry, for what I attempted. I believe we can move forward." He paused, "Thank you for your assistance. I am sorry it had to come to this."
"Yeah, sure, glad we could work together. We've got to be getting Crowley back downstairs, hopefully he won't cause anymore problems."
Michael and Balthazar nodded, "I'm sure we will meet again one day." Michael said as they disappeared in a flutter of wings.
"Ready to go home, Crowley?"
Crowley growled, "I hate you two, do you know that? You're luck is the stuff of legends but it's going to run out one day."
"We love you too, Crowley." Sam patted his shoulder, "If it helps, I don't think you're that bad, just a little misguided. Let's get going, ok?"
It was so good to be back in hell. He let out a whoop of joy as he spotted Alastair. He was there in a flash, wrapping his arms around the King of Hell. Alastair looked down at him as he wrapped himself around his waist.
"Really, Dean?" He sighed, looking up at Sam and Crowley, "Strap him in." He ordered before turning back to Dean.
"Hi, long time no see." He grinned, squeezing him around the waist.
Long fingers stroked through his hair, "It has been far too long. Things are settled then?"
"As settled as they can be!" He nuzzled his hip, "Is it time to play?
Sam had strapped Crowley in firmly before looking over the implements, "I want to start." He stated, picking up a straight razor.
Alastair waved a hand, "Feel free."
Crowley laughed, "What? I get the untrained whelp? Here I thought I would warrant the royal treatment."
Sam glared at him, "I can be just as good as them!" He slid the blade down his chest, ripping into his suit.
"Hey! You leave my suit alone, it's impossible to find a good tailor!"
Sam grinned, cutting into his suit, starting to tear it into fine ribbons, "Poor baby, don't like your suit being shredded?" He sliced through his tie wringing a pained yelp from the demon.
It was a long while before he cut the last shred of finely tailored cloth from his body. Sam looked at him thoughtfully, tapping the blade against his lips. He finally settled on slicing down his chest. Crowley let out a moan, grinning at him.
"Is that all you've got, moose?"
Sam snarled, driving the blade into his side. Crowley screamed for a moment before it tapered into a laugh, "Dean, Alastair, what do I do?"
Alastair moved forward, Dean still wrapped around his waist, "Crowley likes pain, you did well in destroying his suit. He's difficult, so we must adapt our strategy."
"How do we start?" He glared at Crowley.
Dean grinned, "Burn his suits!"
Sam cocked his head to the side, "Suits it is."
Alastair snapped his fingers, a pile of perfectly tailored suits appearing in the middle of the room. Dean finally let go, snagging a blow torch off the tray, "I get to do it!"
"Don't you dare! Don't you fucking dare!"
Dean grinned as he lit it, pointing it at the suits, "Burn baby burn!"
Sam picked up a particularly expensive looking red tie, grabbing a lighter and slowly setting it aflame. Crowley was raging, tugging at his shackles, his face turned into a snarl. They had a veritable bonfire going of suits and ties. When they were burned to ashes Crowley hung limp.
"You're not my favorite moose anymore. When I find a new one you're going to be so sorry. You were supposed to be my moose." He stared at the remains for a moment before looking up at Sam.
Sam patted his cheek, "Sorry Crowley, think of this as a learning experience for me. Someone has to be tortured for me to learn and you're doing me a huge favor. If you weren't such a masochist your suits could still be alive."
Dean was practically bouncing, "What's next?"
"Dean." Alastair chided, "This is Sam's lesson. The pain must bypass the pleasure stage, removing fingernails or shoving needles under them is a good start." Sam set to work, using thin needles to pierce under manicured nails. Alastair and Dean stood back and watched as he worked, "Crowley, you understand why we're doing this, don't you?"
He had screamed himself hoarse but still managed to answer, his voice raw, "Because you want hell to yourself and I'm the only one who's gone against you."
Alastair smiled, patting is cheek in a mockery of comfort, "You're partially correct. You see, I was willing to share with you but you got greedy. You wanted it all, more than I was willing to give. Maybe one day I'll be willing to share again but until that happens you are going to continue being a crossroads demon, making deals like you have for centuries. You will do as you are told, there will be no more rebellions, no more uprisings, and perhaps in another hundred years you'll be worthy." Sam was just pulling out his last fingernail when Alastair gave the command to stop, "Leave him here, we can continue later." He looked at the pair, one covered in blood, the other clean, "Let us retire, I have a game I want to play."
A/N: I have one of two interludes in the works. It's about half finished and I'll post it when I'm done. The second interlude will follow after that and then I will start on Part 5 of the main arc! Please let me know what you think and if there's anything you'd like to see let me know, I'm open for suggestions. If it doesn't fit in with anything I have planned I may be able to do a oneshot or another story with your idea. I have promised to do a Dean/Benny fic when I'm done with this series so look for that in the future if you're interested. I do post on AO3 as I get chunks done so if you want parts as they're finished you can go there. I don't post here until it is completed.
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