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Bridging The Past	By : IdrilsSecret Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 6 – Unlikely Ally

Sam and I took what weapons we needed, but with vamps, it was mainly a really sharp blade. We quietly and cautiously made our way to the abandoned mining mill and found a way in. Right away, we came upon a couple look-outs, snuck up behind them and took them out. Then we dragged the bodies out of plain sight so as not to raise suspicions. We had to move fast, but not too quickly that we made mistakes. After making it past the first vamps, things grew unusually quiet. Sam and I decided to split up and check rooms on either side of this hallway we went down. There was no one around. The rooms were empty. They didn’t even looked like they’d recently been used. Sam and I met back in the hall.
“Nothing,” he whispered.
“I don’t like it one bit,” I complained, my eyes trained on the dark hall before me. “Something’s not right.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Sam said, still walking cautiously down the corridor.
“Where do you think they’re all at?” I wondered aloud.
“Not here. I don’t know where they are. Could be a trap.”
“It’s always a trap,” I complained, more to myself than to Sammy. “Alright, here’s what we’re gonna–”
There was the sound of scuffling up ahead. It was too loud to be a rat. There was someone in the darkness. Sam and I went back into silent mode, and I gestured for him to move ahead and duck into the next room. I took the one on the right, opposite of Sam, and hid behind the door. Someone was coming our way. We’d wait until they passed our position, and then we would take them out before they could raise the alarm.
Suddenly, the door, which I left barely cracked open, slammed shut. I heard the door across the hall shut and lock in the same fashion as mine. Shit, they knew we were here, but how? I tried the doorknob, but it was no use. It was locked.
“Sam!” I called out. No use being silent if they knew we were here and had us trapped.
“My door’s locked,” Sam called back.
“So is mine,” I answered. When I got out of here, I was going to slice the head off of the asshole who locked me up.
I looked around the room. It was very dimly lit and difficult to see anything, but there had to be another way out. Then I spotted a vent near the ceiling. It was too small to try to climb into.
“Got anything, Sam?” I called out.
“It’s dark in here. No doors or windows though. What about you?”
“More of the same. Nothing.” I quieted and strained my ears when I heard something coming from the vent. It was a hissing noise. At first I thought it was air pushing in through the metal louvers, but then I smelled something sweetly foul and began to get lightheaded. “Sammy!” I yelled.
“They’re gassing us,” he called back, before I could warn him. He was getting the same thing in his room.
“Cover your mouth, Sam. Try to avoid it.” I took off my jacket and balled it up, holding it over my mouth and nose, but it was too late. My body was turning to rubber. I fell to my knees and strained to stay conscious. Then I heard the faint sound of a body collapsing to the floor. Sam must have been too late to try anything. My eyelids became heavy, as though they were made of lead and wouldn’t stay open. What the hell was this? I wondered. Why would they trap us and then knock us out? And how did they know we were here? Whatever was happening, it all stemmed back to Sam and those fucking angels. My last thought before everything faded to nothingness was that I hoped I passed out before Cas sensed anything.
* * * * *
I had no idea how long I’d been out, but when I woke up, I was no longer in that room. It was extremely dark, though, and I smelled the dampness of earth. All I could figure was that I was in the mine, no longer in the mill. Was this how they got rid of the homeless people? Drag them off to this secluded spot, knock them out, and then use them as they needed them until they ran dry. Then they’d probably burn the bodies, and no one would ever hear from the poor suckers again. Well, there’s one thing they didn’t account for. I wasn’t some homeless hobo who couldn’t defend himself. That being said, I no longer had my knife or any other weapon I’d brought with me, and my hands were tied behind my back. I was sitting on the floor, though my ankles were bound too. I couldn’t get up without the use of my hands.
“Sam!” I called out in a loud whisper. I heard a moan. It was Sam alright. “Sam, wake up!”
“Dean?” He made a rustling sound, obviously discovering all the same things I’d just figured out for myself. “What the fu–”
“They got us tied up. No use fighting it.” Despite my own advice, I strained against my binds. “I guess it’s safe to assume you don’t have any weapons either?”
“Yeah,” he grunted, still trying his best to get free. “Can you see anything?”
“Nothing. It’s as black as pitch in here.” That’s when there was the sound of a match strike and the offending glow of fire. “Who the hell’s there?” I demanded.
He was tall, wearing black jeans and a green flannel shirt. His hair was down to his shoulders, messy and greasy looking. When he smiled, I saw fangs retract back into his gums. He didn’t say anything, and he left through a doorway, like a creature living under a rock. My eyes adjusted to the light, and I saw a lantern sitting on an old barrel. I just hoped there weren’t explosives inside, and had a vision of the wild west, dynamite and bank robbers. This was a very old mine apparently.
“Where are you, Sam?”
“Over here,” my brother called. I couldn’t see him very well. There was a stack of what looked like sand bags between us, but I could see his boots.
“You alright?” I asked.
“Yeah. You?”
“Just peachy.”
“We gotta get out of here, Dean.”
Yeah, I knew that. It was kind of my first priority, but I couldn’t find anything that might help me get out of these ropes. Then I heard footsteps coming towards the door where the dirty lumberjack just exited from, and in walked three people. One was the same guy, the other was a new guy, wearing khakis and a black shirt, short red hair and beard, and fangs as well. The third vamp in their party was a woman, about middle age, but she seemed to have kept her youth and beauty about her. She had very long sable hair, fine ivory skin, not a blemish or wrinkle. She wore tight leather pants and boots, a low cut red halter top and leather jacket. She was actually quite beautiful, but I knew that was only on the outside. No doubt she was a vamp too.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” she said with enthusiasm. “A pair of young hunters, it seems, and very handsome too.”
“Who the hell are you?” Sam said angrily.
“All in due time, sexy,” she cooed. “Now, I can’t help but see a resemblance. You are brothers I believe.”
“We’re gonna kick your ass, bitch,” I called out to gain her attention. I didn’t like the way she was looking at Sam, as though he was going to be her first victim. It worked, and she walked over to me.
“Aren’t you a feisty one? I like that in my meal … I mean, my men.” She crouched down so we were eye level, and she licked her lips, lust in her eyes … lust for my blood that is. “You’re almost too pretty to ruin, but I bet you taste divine.” She stood back up and looked at the ginger goon. “What do you think, Kyle? Should we drain him, or turn him?”
Kyle gave me the evil eye stare. “That one’s trouble, and always will be.”
The woman sized me up again. “Yes, I can see that for myself. Still, there’s something tempting about a badass.” She walked around me in a tight circle. I felt the leather of her boot scrape against my arm, like a shark brushing past its prey. “Perhaps you’re right, Kyle. This one will always be trouble, even if I turn him.” She left me and went to the opposite side of the sand bags. “This one, however, will submit, and I do love a submissive man. Plus, he’s huge. I’m talking about his height of course, but I can only guess that the equipment matches the rest of him.”
“Get away from my brother,” I said. I had to find a way to buy some time. “You want to mess with someone, you mess with me.”
“Dean, no,” Sam warned, and it triggered something in the woman. She came back to me with a slow tread, carefully putting one foot in front of the other, prowling.
“Dean,” she said, drawing out my name. “Hmm.” She stood there a moment, contemplating something, eyes narrowed on me. Sudden realization came to her. I wasn’t sure what she was doing or thinking, but I didn’t like it. She turned to her guards, and with anger in her voice, gave a command. “Come with me.” All three left the room.
“What the hell was that about?” Sam asked from across the way.
“I have no idea, but I think she’s heard of us. Maybe she knows we’ve been hunting her nest, or that we’ve been investigating the missing homeless. We have to get free, Sam. There’s no time to waste.” As I spoke, I kept myself as calm as possible, worried that any second, Cas was going to sense my distress and materialize. I couldn’t let that happen. “You got anything over there that might rub through these robes?”
“There’s nothing. I’ve looked. The room’s clean except for these bags,” Sam said.
Well, there was sand. That was our only weapon at the moment. Maybe we could get a bag open, and when the vamps came back, kick sand into their eyes, knock their feet out from under them while they were preoccupied and find a knife or something useful on them. It seemed far-fetched, but it was all I had. I told Sam my plan, but he seemed to only humor me.
“Maybe now is the time to execute our original plot with Cas,” Sam suggested.
“That might work if we weren’t tied up, but the extra time it will take him to get us free won’t leave him enough time to shoot out of here before those angels pinpoint his location. I won’t do it, Sam. I won’t risk his safety.”
There was some kind of commotion coming from outside the door. I heard raised voices, one sounding like the woman. She seemed angry, and after the look she gave me, I had a feeling it had to do with me and Sam. She must have figured out who we were. Shit, this would only escalate her decision to get rid of us. She yelled again, telling someone to hurry, and then there was the sound of glass breaking. Whatever was going on, they weren’t being slow about it.
After a while, the two goons came back in. The one with the red hair came to me, glaring. “Miss me, sweetie?” I said arrogantly. Then he grabbed my arm, and started dragging me off towards the door. I struggled and tried to do something to knock him to the ground, but he was ready for me, and with my feet tied, I was very limited to my movements. I heard Sam struggling too, and got a brief glance of the other guy dragging him behind me. They dumped us both in another room, a much bigger area, still dark and dank, but I could see light filtering in somewhere on the other side. We must be close to the entrance to the mines, I thought. That was at least something. If we could get free, we could get out of here fast.
I was laying on my side, feet bound, hands tied behind my back. I wiggled and twisted until I could see Sam. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” he said, keeping his eye on our captors. Both were walking around Sam where he laid on the floor. Suddenly, the one in the green shirt kicked my brother in the gut, a sick smile spreading across his ugly mug. Sam curled into a fetal position. Then the other guy, with the red hair, kicked him in the back, close to the kidneys. Sam reversed positions, back arched, pain obvious on his face.
“Hey!” I screamed. “You got a problem, you take it out on me!”
They both looked at me, bearing their fangs and hissed, before they each took a turn kicking my brother again. Sam kept silent, not willing to give them the satisfaction of hearing him cry out with pain.
“Get away from him!” I yelled, but they ignored me.
Finally, the woman came into the room, but she just watched these assholes as they continued to beat on my brother. I couldn’t take much more, and I knew Sam, even though he could handle more than his share of pain, wasn’t going to hold out much longer.
“What do you want?” I said, referring to the woman. She put her hand up, and the two guys stopped mid-kick and stepped to the side. Then she slowly walked over to me, eyes boring into my soul.
“Are you Dean … Winchester?” she asked, as though my name burned her tongue.
“And what’s it to you, bitch?” I said in a snarky reply. “You got a problem? Then take it out on me, and leave my brother out of it.”
“I’m afraid that won’t do. You see, I need might need him,” she answered.
“For what?”
“That depends on your compliance,” she said in a smooth and even tone. “I need you to do something for me. It’s quite an easy task. And it will only take a moment of your time.”
I had no response to that, and scowled at her from my place on the floor. I could feel my anger rising, and unconsciously tugged on the rope binding my hands.
“Let me make myself perfectly clear. You will do as I say, or your brother will take the punishment,” she said, no longer playing the polite role.
“Whatever she wants, don’t do it Dean,” Sam called to me. I knew he wasn’t done yet. Sam was strong. He could take more, but that didn’t mean I wanted to see him suffer through any more punches.
“You know who I am,” I said to her. “So how about a name, sweetheart.”
She smiled deviously. “You’ll learn that soon enough.”
“Well, I’m not going to negotiate lying down. Have one of your bruisers help me up first,” I told her. She nodded to the ginger thug, and he came over, grabbed my arm and started to pull me up. I swung my legs out and knocked him down. Then I brought my heels down on his face, hoping the thick heels of my boots would cave in his skull.
“Reid!” I heard her shout, calling to the other man. He marched over and kicked me thoroughly in the groin. All I saw were stars bursting like a child’s sparkler on the Forth of July. He kicked me again in the ribs, this time for good measure, but I was paralyzed with the numbing effect of having my balls flattened between my pelvic bone and the steel toe of his shoe. I made a mental note to get a pair of those, if I ever made it out of here alive … the shoes, not balls.
“Get him to the chair,” the woman demanded. Both men left me lying in a heap on the floor. Guess I wasn’t going to sit up after all, and my plan failed. There was nothing I could do as long as my hands were tied. With bursts of light still going off behind my eyes, I watched as they dragged Sam across the floor, and lifted him into a chair, pushing him down hard.
“Now, maybe you’ll listen to me,” said the woman, walking around Sam like a cat toying with its catch.
“What do you want,” I asked reluctantly.
“I want you to call on the angel,” she said.
I was shocked by her command. How did she know about Cas? But I kept my composure. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play dumb with me. You will summon the angel, Castiel, or your brother will get more sweet caresses by Reid.” She went to Sam and took his face in her hand, squeezing hard. “And he’s been gentle so far.”
“What do you know about him?” I challenged.
She laughed and it made me sick to my stomach. “I know that he’s wanted back upstairs, but he’s managed to remain aloof, and that you are the only one who he’ll come to. He’s a good little puppy, isn’t he? Always comes for his master.” I could hear the innuendo in her tone. Somehow, she’d figured out my secret.
“You’ll have to kill me, because I won’t do it.” I was sure this was a trap, that the angels hunting Cas had been here already, and that they were using the vamps to help them accomplish their goal of capturing Cas.
“Oh my, no. I wouldn’t think of killing you. We need you. However, your brother is expendable.” She cocked her head to the side in a gesture, and Reid punched Sam in the jaw, making his head snap to the side. I saw blood fly from his mouth on impact. These assholes meant business.
“Leave him alone!” I yelled.
“Tell the angel to come,” she answered.
“No!” I said.
“Reid.”
Reid punched Sam on the other side, but my brother slowly lifted his head, smiled a bloody grin and spit in his face. That only pissed him off, and Reid proceeded to punch Sam in the stomach, knocking the wind from his lungs. With his hands tied behind his back, my brother had no way of protecting himself against the blows.
“We can end this, Dean,” she said. “Just call on Castiel.”
“Don’t … do it … Dean,” Sam wheezed from his seat. He lifted his head and looked me straight in the eye. “Don’t.”
It was at that very moment that I saw Sam put his love for me over his negative opinions about me and Cas. I remembered what he told me in the car, that he’d seen a change in me since Cas and I had been together. He was just starting to accept it when all of this happened. Now he was making the decision to put Cas’ safety over his own, but I wasn’t sure I could do that, and I was finding myself forced into having to choose between Sam and Cas. A part of me still held out hope that we could get out of this mess on our own. I looked at the woman with hatred and forced my answer to her demand. “No, I’ll not call him.”
Reid started beating Sam again, and every blow was killing me inside. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take, but I could see the woman was getting impatient with everything. Then she went up to Reid and pushed him out of the way. She turned her head towards me and smiled, fangs extending down from her gums. Sam was out of it. The last punch knocked him out cold. “Obviously you don’t care if your brother dies, but let’s find out what you think about him joining our little family here. One bite and he’s infected. All he’ll need to do is feed, and it will be your blood he tastes first … your blood that will turn him.”
“No,” I cried out desperately.
“His first meal should be grade A prime, don’t you think? What’s wrong Dean? Having a little déjà vu moment?” she taunted.
It must have been the look on my face that tipped her off. As a matter of fact, I was reminded of a moment in my youth, one that I hoped I’d never have to revisit, but one that snuck up on me in my dreams from time to time. It was the moment that Aiden was bitten by Riley. I was meant to be Aiden’s first feed back then, but I managed to get away. I killed Riley, and eventually had to kill Aiden, a dark moment in my life that I would never be rid of.
I started to see the similarities between then and now. Both times I had been the bait. Both times I was meant to be responsible for turning the person who meant most to me. First it was Aiden, my first love. Now it was going to be my brother. I looked at the woman vamp, revenge ringed around her cruel eyes … anger and pain shaping her face. Something seemed suddenly familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“Ah, yes, you are starting to figure it out,” she said with satisfaction. “That day in the silk mill.”
I was absolutely stunned that she knew about it. “Wh-what?”
“I wish you could see the look on your face. Yes, I know about it, because it was my son’s head you cut off that day.”
Riley … Aiden’s lover before me, the boy whose own mother used him to feed on, then turned him. Aiden had spent all his time and energy trying to find out what happened to Riley after he disappeared. When he finally found him, Riley was a vamp. He’d left his mother’s nest and struck out on a life of solitude, until one day when Aiden and I caught up to him. Aiden left me in the middle of the night to confront Riley, but instead, he gave himself over to the darkness to be with his old flame once more. By the time I’d found them, Aiden was infected, and Riley captured me. He wanted me out of the way and was going to use me to turn Aiden, but I got away. While I fought with Riley, Aiden’s hunger became too strong, and he found a secondary victim in the old silk mill. Meanwhile, I bested my foe by decapitation, only to find Aiden was a full-fledged vamp, and as he tried to convince me to join him in immortality, I ended his short life, and destroyed my soul. And now, this woman before me … she had been a link in that chain of events, the one that led me to a place in hell, bound by even more heavy chains of guilt and worthlessness. “You … you’re–”
“That’s right. The name’s Alice, and I am Riley’s mother,” she confessed, finally revealing her identity.
“But we burned that nest … Aiden and I. I thought–”
“Thought I died in the fire, didn’t you? You and that other boy, out of your league hunting vampires at such a young age. I lost a lot of good people that day. And that … that boy … Aiden, the one who stole my son’s heart, he was only out for revenge because I brought Riley into his true form. If not for me, he would never have known what it was like to truly live.”
“You used your son to keep yourself alive, and then you turned him, but he never stopped loving Aiden, did he? He left you and the nest, struck out on his own to find his love, but it was too late by then. Aiden was with me. He loved me.”
Her eyes narrowed on me. “I blame both you and Aiden for Riley’s death, but it was you who made the fatal blow. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment, to finally have the one responsible for my loss, tied up and helpless? And now I’ve got your brother, who will make you suffer once I turn him. I cannot wait for you to die by the hands of the one you would lay your life down for. You took my son from me, and now I will take your brother into the realm of the undead.”
“Seems to me, you’ve lost your bargaining tool,” I told her. “Whether I call Castiel or not, you’re going to kill me.”
“This is true, but you’ll die knowing your brother has become one of the creatures that you so diligently hunt. Call the angel, and I’ll make sure Sam rests in peace right beside you.”
Was this a bluff? I wondered. And what kind of deal did these vamps strike up with the angels. Then I realized that I was the deal breaker. I was the trade, the hunter that killed her son for the runaway angel. “You know, that deal you made with the angels? They’re not going to let you live. They’ll come, take Cas, and then they’ll bring down every rock in this mine.”
“Don’t you think I considered that already?” she questioned in an irritated tone. “That’s why I took measures to make sure that won’t happen.” She took Sam’s head and tilted it to expose his neck. “Call the angel or I bite your brother.”
I watched her lower her face to his neck. Could I let her turn him? Could I let her kill me, and know that Sam would forever walk this earth as a vamp, killing, hiding, being hunted by others like me? But if I called Cas, we’d all be dead anyway. Still, this woman seemed very confident that wouldn’t happen. Too many poker hands at play, and I couldn’t tell who had the shitty hand and who had the royal flush. I snapped out of it to see the points of her fangs just beginning to push down Sam’s flesh and . . .
“Alright! Alright, you win.” I called out, and she backed away. Sam’s head lolled back down to his chest.
“Do it! Now!” she demanded of me.
This was my last ounce of hope, that I’d call Cas and in the split second he had to realize what was happening, he could smite these vamps. As soon as he appeared, I’d have to warn him. Cas wasn’t always the fastest at calculating a situation. The only warning he’d have was the urgency of my call. I closed my eyes and prayed to him, making myself sound as desperate as I could. “Cas, I need you here, man. Things are bad. Please. Help me. Cas, hurry.” The thing with praying to him was that it wasn’t my words he heard, but the feelings that emanated from my calling. If he could hear my voice, I could have warned him ahead of time.
I heard the air whoosh before I saw him, and suddenly, there he was, eyes intensely searching the area around him, ready for anything. This was it, my only chance to warn him. “Cas! It’s a trap! Kill them!”
His line of sight went straight to the closest vamp, which was Kyle. A silver blade dropped down from his coat sleeve, and just as he took his first stride, I heard the strike of a match. Everything slowed in motion, and I watched as the match flipped end over end, sailing through the air towards Cas. The recent memory of glass breaking crossed my mind, and I looked at the ground where Cas stood. In the dimly lit room, I could barely see the floor glistening at his feet, and made the connection. “Cas … holy … oil,” I tried to scream, but my words came out slow and sluggish. The match landed on its unlit end, teetered for what felt like an eternity, and finally fell towards the edge of the oil. It ignited and fire spread in the shape of a circle, traveling left and right until the circle was complete. Cas pulled his foot back just in time, before he himself caught fire, but the end of his coat wasn’t so lucky. The front edge flamed, but he saw it and patted it out quickly. There was a slight singed mark, but nothing more. Unfortunately, Cas was trapped inside of a ring of burning holy oil. There was nothing he could do unless the flames were either extinguished or the oil burned up.
I was still laying on the floor, hands and feet bound, and I felt the last of my hope die as my head hit the ground.
“Dean!” I heard Cas call to me. “Dean, are you alright? Answer me!”
“So, this is the angel, Castiel,” said Alice as she walked around the ring of flames. “I was expecting someone … taller.”
“Who are you?” he asked menacingly.
“This is Alice, and apparently you’re the white rabbit,” I called out from the floor. That earned me a swift kick in the thigh from Kyle, who came over by me after throwing the match.
“What do you want with me? I have no business with any vampires,” Cas said.
“No, darling, your business would be with those two angels that have been chasing you around the country,” she answered.
“And they’ll be here any minute now. Holding me captive won’t do you any good. As soon as they arrive they’ll kill–”
“No, they won’t,” she said cutting him off as the air stirred and the two dark suited angels appeared.
They stood still a moment, taking in their surroundings, but they focused on Castiel inside the flames. “What’s the meaning of this?” asked one of them.
“You said to keep him here until you arrived. We were just making sure he stayed put,” Alice said.
The angel that spoke looked at Sam, still slumped over in his chair, and then to me laying on the floor. “You got your hunter, now give us Castiel,” he demanded.
“Not just yet,” said Alice, giving them a shifty smile.
The angels were smart not to trust her, but just like with Cas, as they started to advance towards her, the floor lit up, and another ring of fire appeared surrounding them. “You should not tamper with what you do not understand, creature,” the angel warned. “We had an agreement.”
“Yes, we did,” she said, putting emphasis on the last word. “But someone else came along with a better deal.”
At that point, we were all confused, until I heard the sound of a voice that hurt my ears like fingernails on a chalkboard. “Hello boys.”
“Crowley,” I groaned. Great, just to make matters worse, it was the King of Hell.
“Long time, no see,” he said in that arrogant accent that struck every nerve in my body. “And look at you, all primed and ready, hog tied on the floor. And me without my lube.”
“Fuck you, demon,” I said. I was in no mood.
Crowley went to Sam, pulled his head up by his hair, and let it flop back down to his chest. “What’s wrong with Moose?”
“Why don’t you ask your minions here?”
Crowley looked at Sam again, noticing the bloody face, broken nose, and who knew how many other things that were wrong. “Who did this?” he demanded, sounding angry.
Alice stepped forward, but it was plain she was afraid of him. “We had to make him talk,” she said, gesturing towards me. “He wouldn’t call the angel.”
“You knocked a tooth out,” Crowley complained. “I thought I told you not to damage them.”
“Hey,” Alice said, finding her confidence. “You wanted Castiel, I got him here.”
It began to dawn on me that Alice was never going to kill either me or Sam because whatever deal she had made with Crowley was to capture us and keep us alive. My instincts had been right. She was bluffing.
“Are you challenging me?” Crowley asked, and Alice took a step backwards. He looked at me again, and then back to Alice. “Oh … you’re pissed off because I wouldn’t let you kill him, especially after what he did to your son. Is that it?”
“He doesn’t deserve to live,” she seethed.
“Well, you might be right about that, but I need him alive … for now anyways.”
“But you said once you got the angel, I could have the Winchesters.”
Crowley made a face and rolled his eyes. “Yes, about that … I lied. I need them first, and then, if there is anything left, I’ll bring them back. How’s that?”
“I say that’s bullshit,” Alice scowled, and she hissed as her fangs extended. “Reid … Kyle!”
The two vamps joined their nest mother and started to gang up on Crowley. He didn’t seem to have any concern, and snapped his fingers. All three vamps stopped breathing. Their hands flew to their throats as they choked, turning blue from lack of air. Blood started trickling from the corner of their mouths and their eyes and ears. They fell to the floor, trembling and convulsing until they stilled. I looked at Crowley, who tugged at the sleeves of his black suit jacket, and readjusted his tie. “Never liked vampires to begin with. Too greedy. Always wanting it now, now, now. And this one,” he said, nudging Alice with the tip of his expensive leather shoes. “A modern day Verruca Salt.” He made another comedic face and spoke in a high pitched voice. “But I want an Oompa Loompa. I want a goose that lays golden eggs. I want Dean Winchester’s head on a spike, and I want it … now!”
I almost chuckled at that. It might have been funnier if it wasn’t at my expense. I had to give it to Crowley. At least he had a sense of humor. Now was not the time though. “Crowley, this place is crawling with vamps. It won’t be long, and you’ll be overrun,” I warned. Something told me he was not here to harm anyone except for those who wanted to harm me and Sam. I wasn’t sure where Cas or the other angels fell into the scheme or what Crowley wanted with us.
“Which is why we need to be on our way,” Crowley said. He came to me, flipped open a pocket knife, and cut my ropes. I rubbed my wrists and finally got up from the floor. Then he went to Sam and cut his ropes. “You see, this is why I specifically told them not to harm either of you. Now you have to carry him out of here, and that’s just going to slow us down.
“Why the hell would we go anywhere with you?” I said.
“Well, I did just … SAVE YOUR ARSE!” he said nicely at first, and ended with a shout that echoed around the underground room.
“I’m not going anywhere until you free Cas,” I demanded.
Crowley’s eyebrows raised. “I’m glad you said something. I almost forgot,” he said cheerfully. He blew lightly in Cas’ direction, and extinguished the flames that surrounded him.
I immediately went to him, wanting to hold him and show my deep concern, but found myself holding back because of our current company. Instead, I clapped a hand to his shoulder and smiled slightly. “You ok, Cas?”
“Fine, but what about you?”
“I’m good.”
Crowley interrupted us. “I heard about you two. Didn’t believe it at first, but … well, Cas I can kind of see, but Dean . . .”
“Why do people keep saying that?” Cas asked seriously.
“You know, all the jokes and innuendos I’ve made, I’ve practically flirted with him every time,” Crowley said to Cas. “And he’s never given me a second look. When we get out of this mess, you’ll have to tell me what it is that attracts them to you. First Meg, and now Dean. For an angel, you’ve got some crazy mojo, like bees to honey. If I could bottle that up and sell it.” Crowley leaned into Cas’ ear. “It’s not something I can bottle, is it?”
Cas pushed him away and gave him an irritated look. Then he glanced at the two angels still trapped by holy fire. “What about them?”
“I was just going to leave them here, let the vampires figure out what to do with them.”
“We can’t do that. It wouldn’t be right,” Cas said.
“What? You want me to let them go? They’ll just keep looking for you. Do you want to keep running from them? That’s no way to live, Castiel,” Crowley advised.
Cas went to them, careful not to get too close to the fire. “If we let you go, will you leave me alone? I’ve suffered enough for my past crimes, but the heart wants what it wants. I can’t help my feelings for this human.”
“We have our orders, Castiel. We must bring you back with us. Not everyone wants to see you punished, and quite a few will side with you. You could very well win your trial and be allowed to live on earth as you see fit, but that is not up to us,” said one of the angels, the only one who spoke this whole time.
“Very well. I understand,” Cas said, sounding disappointed. “We will let you go.”
“What? No,” I complained. “Cas, they’ll never leave you alone.”
“And perhaps it is time that I stood my trial. You heard them, Dean. There are plenty who will side with me. The odds are in my favor, but if I don’t do this, I’ll never be left in peace.”
Now my ire was making blood shoot from my eyes. “So after everything we’ve been through, you’re just going to up and leave and hope for the best? And if things don’t go your way then, oh well for Dean? Is that what you’re saying?”
Crowley stepped between us at that point. “Boys … boys, now is not the time for a love quarrel. Castiel, if you want me to let them go, I will, but we get a head start first. And no one is taking the angel anywhere,” he said to me. “Not until I’m done with him.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I said with resentment.
“I’ll explain later. First, we need to get out of here. Dean, get your brother. Let’s go,” Crowley said taking control of the situation.
I started towards Sam, but Cas stopped me with his hand on my arm. “Let me heal him,” he said softly, and I stepped aside. Cas laid his hands on Sam’s head and a white light emitted from them. I watched as the bruises and cut marks disappeared. The swollen skin shrunk back to normal. Even his tooth mysteriously came back in place. Sam slowly opened his eyes, looking flabbergasted by everything.
“How you feel, little brother?” I smiled down at him.
“Amazingly well. Where’s the vamps. And why is Crowley here?” Sam asked with confusion.
“I’m not exactly sure, but I’ll tell you all I know on the way. We have to go. Can you walk?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go.”
“Finally,” Crowley said.
Cas followed Sam, and Crowley started to fall in line, but I stopped him, glancing back at the two angels. I leaned into his ear so the others wouldn’t hear. “Get rid of them … permanently,” I told him.
“You sure?” Crowley seemed surprised by my order.
“They tried to kill Cas. I don’t trust them to take him to heaven for his trial.”
“But what about your boyfriend? If he finds out that you–”
“He won’t find out,” I said clearly. “Besides, Cas hasn’t a mean bone in his body. He couldn’t find it within himself to kill another angel, not after everything that happened before.” I started walking so it didn’t look suspicious to be found speaking in hushed tones with this demon. “Just do it.”
“As you wish,” Crowley said, and he followed me out of the mine. We went a little ways and turned a corner. Crowley coughed rather loudly to cover the sound of his fingers snapping. Then he looked at me with a nod. “Done.”
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