DISCLAIMER: I don't own Supernatural but thought this was an interesting idea.
Chapter rating: T
Gasps came out as a man panted. Looking all around he feels everything before producing a lighter. Dean realized he was in a box, carefully he pushed up before the wood broke, dirt rained in. He dug up, trying not to panic as he climbed, he can feel thinner soil, fresh air as oxygen filled his lungs, as sore and raspy as they were. 'What the hell?' he thought disoriented standing upright and spotted blown over trees. Quickly he stumbled out of the dead forest in search of a place with food or something to help him get back to Sam. Dean walked down the road, becoming a bit relieved at seeing a gas station, going to the door he knocked. "Hello?" Looking inside he didn't see anyone, before using his jacket around his hand to break the window. Once in he grabbed a water bottle and guzzled it down before spotting the new stand and stand in the paper from it. "September?" he asked confusing 'Thursday, September 18th,'
After washing off the grime and dirt from digging out, he had spotted a fading handprint on his shoulder. "What the hell?" he muttered, sighing he left to grab a bag before putting some waters and food in. He continued on to the register as he popped the drawer stealing the money before the TV flicks on to show static. It was quickly fills his ears.
"Dean" it was accompanied by a high-pitched tone to the man. "Dean if you can hear me answer," he continued as Dean looked around before diving as the window shattered. Eventually the noise ceased before he hightailed it outside. The moment he found a payphone he dialed Sam's number before hearing an 'out of service' message.
'Damn it Sam,' he cursed as he dialed another number.
"Hello?" a voice answered.
"Bobby?" he asked in relief.
"Who is this?" Bobby asked, caution in his voice.
"It's me, Dean," he answered before a dial tone returned. Quickly hanging up, he redialed.
"Who is this?" Bobby snarled into the phone.
"This ain't funny. Call me again I'll kill you," The old hunters threatened before hanging up again. Dean sighed as he hung up turning to spot an old car, smirking he jogged over before he dove into the wires to start the car and drove away from the broken down gas station.
Pulling up to the junkyard he didn't turn the car off and carefully approached the front door before knocking. The door open to reveal Bobby who was guarded and he laid eyes on Dean. "Surprise, here I am," Dean smiled as his father figure stared in shock. Slower they moved inside before Bobby lunged forward with the silver knife. Quickly grabbing a chair to separate them he yelled, "Bobby, it's me!"
"My ass!" The older hunter roared.
"Whoa, whoa, wait!" Dean shouted holding his hand out. "Your name is Robert Steven Singer, you became a hunter after your wife got possessed, you're the only one to know that Sam and I are Nephilim and… You're about the closest thing I have to a father, Bobby it's me," Dean tried, knowing that only the N word was never ordered. Slowly Bobby lowers the knife, stopping for a moment before placing a hand on Dean's shoulder. But only for the younger Hunter to disarm him. "I'm not a shapeshifter!" Dean fought.
"Then you're a Revenant!" Bobby argued. Shoving Bobby away Dean rolls up his sleeve.
"If I was either, can I do this with a silver knife?" he asked, grimacing as he cut his arm, a line of blood appearing. Bobby's eyes shifted, looking close to believing it.
"Dean?" he asked, shocked.
"That's when I've been trying to tell you," Dean gave the silent 'duh' as he put the knife down before Bobby and embraced him. Relief flooded through Dean as he hugged back.
"It's good to see you boy," Bobby smiled, nodded. When he was about to wipe away the blood, he saw the cut was gone. "But… How did you bust out?" he questioned as an afterthought, it distracted Dean to look back at Bobby.
"I don't know. I just, woke up in a pine box-" Dean was kind of by water being thrown in his face. Holy water, he was sure. "I'm not a demon either, you know." The look he gave Bobby was a 'seriously' look.
"Can't be too careful," the man said, giving a shrug. They go and sit down on the couches as Dean wipes the water away from his face. "But it don't make a lick of sense," Bobby said walking into the living room as Dean wiped his face.
"Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir," Dean nodded, remembering.
"Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit-" Dean quickly cut Bobby off.
"I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject," he shrugged thinking he was all cleaned up no scratches or marks aside from the handprint.
"What do you remember?" Bobby asked wanting to know.
"Not much," Dean shook his head as he thought. "I remember I was the Hellhound's chew toy, then… lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it," he said as Bobby sat down. "Sam's number's not working. He's uh, he's not…" Dean trailed off not wanting to say it.
"Oh, he's alive. As far as I know," he commented.
"Good," the Winchester nodded going to sit before doing a double take on what Bobby said. "Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?" he asked confused by that.
"I haven't talked to him for months," Bobby spoke sighing softly.
"You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?" Dean asked irritated.
"He was dead set on it," Bobby said as Dean growled softly.
"Bobby, you should've been looking after him," he frowned, knowing what Sam does.
"I tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him or me. We had to bury you," Bobby emphasized the pain of his death.
"Why did you bury me, anyway?" Dean asked confused. It went against their usual rites.
"I wanted you salted and burned. Usual," he said as Dean nodded. "But Sam wouldn't have it," Bobby said as that was it. And it sorta was when it came to the brothers. From Dean's look Booby sighed explaining, "despite you boys having locks on the inside I wasn't going to exactly test the theory on how strong they were as you got older."
"Well then glad he won that one," the older brother commented.
"He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said," Bobby finished as he frowned remembering Sam's behavior.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked as Bobby shrugged.
"He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found," Bobby shrugged as Dean growled softly once more.
"Dammit, Sammy," he hissed angrily.
"What?" Bobby asked worried.
"Oh he got me home alright," Dean commented as he shook his head. "It's bad mojo whatever it is," he finished as Bobby sighed.
"What makes you so sure?" he asked as Dean sat.
"You should have seen the gravesite, it was like a nuke went off. And then there was this… this force, this presence, I don't know but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this," he finished by pulling up his sleeve to show the mark still there but was a bit more faded.
"What the hell?" Bobby asked as he got closer to look.
"It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out," he frowned shrugging.
"But why?" Bobby asked confused.
"To hold up their end of the bargain," Dean meant the crossroads deals but it had to be a big thing to raise his ass.
"You think Sam made a deal," Bobby affirmed, worry in his voice as well.
"It's what I would have done," Dean admitted while Bobby sighed. As they got up Dean paused, "Bobby that presence. It felt familiar," he paused, "only I don't know why," he frowned as Bobby stopped.
"I don't know son," the trucker-hat wearing hunter shrugged unsure as they continued on.
"Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys and uh, I lost my phone," Dean spoke over the phone as she responded. "I was wondering if you could turn on the GPS for me," he requested as well while pacing. "Yeah, name's Wedge Antilles. Social is 2474, thank you," he quickly got to the computer after hanging up.
"How did you know he'd use that name?" Bobby asked as he watched.
"You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid?" the older brother muttered looking at the screen as he typed. Though his eyes kept going to the empty bottles around him and the smell was a bit strong. "Hey Bobby? What's the deal with the liquor store? Your parents out of town or something?" he asked lifting one of the empty whisky bottles.
"Like I said, last few months ain't been all that easy," he sighed, looking Dean in the eye who watched him.
"Right," he spoke before looking at the laptop when he saw where Sam was. "Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois," he informed the man who thought.
"Near where you were planted," Bobby thought aloud.
"Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence don't you think?" Dean asked as they left, heading to the Astoria Motel.
Dean slowly approached the hotel room with Bobby before knocking, waiting as a brunette opened the door, dressed in a tank top and her underwear. She looked at them before shrugging, "so where is it" she asked.
"Where's what?" Dean asked, sharing a confused look with Bobby.
"The pizza... that takes two guys to deliver?" the girl's statement turning into a question as she stared at them.
"I think we got the wrong room," Dean started, still staring at her before spotting Sam who walked into view.
"Hey is that th…" the younger brother paused the moment he spotted Dean who grinned at seeing him. Slowly Dean entered the hotel room as the girl sidestepped, allowing both in. Sam suddenly lunged forward with a knife, the girl fearfully screamed before Dean stopped the attack, struggling a moment as Bobby yanked the younger brother off. Even then he almost won the struggle all the while shouting at Dean. "Who are you?!" he shouted making Dean frown.
"Like you didn't do this?" the smaller one yelled back.
"Do what?" Sam asked.
"It's him. It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him," Bobby spoke, it slowly seemed to get through to Sam as he slowly stopped struggling.
"Dean?" Sam asked as the brother slowly approached, being cautious about getting closer. Bobby slowly released the man.
"I know, look fantastic don't I?" he smirked. He saw the tears starting to gather in his younger brother's eyes. Sam broke first, pulling Dean into a hug, the strength surprised Dean who felt it. After a few moments they separated before the girl looked confused.
"So are you like… together?" she asked confused. Sam seemed to realize she was right there as he looked alarmed.
"What? No, no, he's my brother," Sam fought as she nodded with a still unsure look.
"Oh okay, I should probably go," she pointed towards the door as he nodded.
"Yeah, that might be good. Sorry," Sam apologized as she agreed.
Dean watched 'Kristy' left, he watches as Sam came back inside. Dean stood over the younger as he sat on the bed. "What'd it cost?" Dean asked as he and Bobby stared at him with suspicion, Sam smirked.
"The girl? I don't pay-"
"That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What did it cost? Your soul? Or was it something worse?" Dean cut his brother off angrily.
"You think I made a deal?" Sam asked confused.
"That's exactly what we think," Bobby spoke up from beside Dean.
"Well I didn't," he protested, making Dean angry.
"Don't lie to me," he growled.
"I'm not lying," Sam countered.
"So what now, I'm off the rack and you're on, is that it?" Dean started, not believing Sam. "You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this," he finished angrily.
"Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?" Sam shouted, he stood getting angry at Dean not listening. But he grabbed Sam by his shirt.
"There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!" he yelled, Sam broke from his brother's hold.
"I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. Months, and I couldn't stop it," Sam started to lose his bite. "So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry," he frowned, Dean, though, looked like it finally got through.
"It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize. I believe you," Dean swore. He felt the need to stay near Sam now, and wasn't liking the fighting.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that Sam's soul remains intact. But it does raise a sticky question," Bobby spoke up as it hit a nerve in Dean.
"If he didn't pull me out, then what did?" the resurrected man questioned genuinely curious.
Dean and Bobby were sitting on a couch before Sam produced some beers, he sat opposite of Dean. "So what were you doing out here?" he asked Sam who froze.
"Once I figured out I couldn't save you. I started hunting down Lilith, tried getting some payback," he spoke as Bobby glared.
"By yourself?" the older hunter asked with a major accusation tone in it. "Who do you think you are your old man?" he questioned as Sam sighed. Dean though spotted something with a frown before crossing the room for it.
"Uh yeah. Sorry, Bobby. I should have called," Sam apologized. "I was pretty messed up," he admitted as Dean retrieved the discarded item, a pink flowered bra, holding it up.
"I feel your pain," Dean commented before dropping it.
"Anyway, uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here," he claimed as Dean sat next to Sam.
"When?" he asked.
"Yesterday morning," Sam spoke.
"When I busted out," Dean realized.
"You think these demons are here 'cause of you?" Bobby asked making the boys give confused looks.
"But why?" Sam questioned.
"Well I don't know, some badass demon drags me out and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow," the older brother thought aloud.
"How you feelin' anyway?" Bobby asked all of a sudden.
"I'm a little hungry," Dean admitted as he shrugged.
"No. I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange or different?" he kept questioning as Dean sighed.
"Or demonic? Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?" he asked irritated.
"Yeah, well, listen. No demon's letting you lose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned," Bobby claimed trying to think it out.
"I feel fine," Dean shrugged, not really sure to notice something.
"Okay, we're gonna need help. We don't know what they're planning, a pile of questions and no shovels," Sam admitted.
"I know a psychic, a few hours from here," Bobby spoke up as Dean shrugged.
"Hell yeah, it's worth a shot," he said.
"Be right back," Bobby said, getting up and pulling out his phone. Dean stood, getting ready to walk outside.
"Dean wait," Sam called out, getting up too. "Maybe you want this back," he produced his brother's amulet that was originally John's present. Neither understood it's appeal but Dean loved it because it came from Sam. It touched Dean to know that his brother kept the necklace.
"Thanks," he replied putting it on.
"No problem man," Sam smiled. "Hey Dean, Hell, what was it like?" the younger asked.
"I don't know. I must've blacked out, I don't remember a damn thing," Dean claimed.
"Well thank God for that," Sam smirked as Dean glared softly. Both didn't really rely on 'God' because of their father.
"She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up," Bobby ordered as he got in his car before driving out.
"I assume you'll want to drive," Sam commented as he produced the keys for the Impala, he tossed them to his brother who spotted and stared happily at his 'baby.'
"Oh, I almost forgot!" he beamed, running his hand along her lovingly. "Hey Sweetheart, did you miss me?" he asked as he slid into the driver's seat before zeroing in on ipod attached to his dashboard. "What the hell is that?" Dean demanded when Sam got in.
"That's an ipod jack," he informed the other who sighed.
"You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up," Dean scolded.
"Dean, I thought it was my car," Sam spoke out. Sneering Dean turned the car on before wincing when some song popped on.
"Really?" he asked in disgust, looking at Sam. But the younger brother just shrugged, Dean ripped the ipod out and threw it in the back seat before following after Bobby. During the drive Dean thought about something that had been nagging him while the two talked. "There's still one thing that's bothering me," he spoke up as Sam turned.
"Yeah?" asked Sam, wanting to know.
"Yeah the night I bit it. Or… got bit," Dean started with a small chuckle. "How'd you make it out I thought Lilith was going to kill you," he asked, knowing full well Lilith wanted Sam dead.
"She tried but she couldn't," the younger confessed, he sounded as confused as Dean suddenly became.
"What do you mean, she couldn't?" he asked, splitting looking between his brother and the road.
"She fired this burning light at me… no mark. It was like I was immune to it or something," Sam shrugged.
"Immune?" Dean repeated.
"Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or me. But the look she gave me was weird and she left pretty fast after that," he commented.
"You don't think it was… our nephilim abilities right?" Dean asked wanting to know. Hearing that made him think a little more, from his readings of nephilim.
"What do you mean? Our powers are locked up, Missouri said so remember?" Sam retorted not understanding the question. They were told when they were younger that they were nephilim and their powers were locked up. Missouri has told them personally when they met up a few years earlier during their case, there was a seal on their powers, a powerful one.
"When Bobby tested me earlier the cut I made on my arm disappeared," Dean confessed, stunning Sam who's eyes went wide.
"Seriously?" he asked as his brother nodded. "Okay, that makes a little more sense," he mumbled as Dean looked to him.
"What?" he asked as Sam sighed.
"I started to notice that if I injured myself, it healed a little too quickly, I brushed it off. Thought it was nothing originally," he claimed as Dean went silent thinking about the new information that was given as he followed Bobby.
Dean and Sam followed the old man up the porch as he knocked. "Hey Bobby!" A young woman beamed before hugging Bobby and hoisted him up for a moment, surprising the brothers while Bobby chuckled.
"Boys meet Pamela Barnes, Pamela these are…" she quickly cut the man off.
"Sam and Dean. I know," she smiled before narrowing her eyes somewhat at both. "Something's off," she wondered as she got closer to Dean. The older brother looked between her and Bobby who nodded.
"Does she know?" Dean asked Bobby indicating Pamela who smirked at the older hunter.
"I wasn't supposed to know?" she asked curiously, unaware she tipped into something.
"It's just we haven't exactly told others, only Bobby and an old friend knew what we were," Sam quickly defended their father-figure. "Being half of a supernatural being isn't a good thing usually," Sam claimed softly, while Pamela nodded, understanding.
"Boys, she's a psychic. If I could figure out how to block her then she wouldn't know any of my secrets," Bobby tried to defend himself as Dean sighed.
"Wait, Bobby I thought you said their powers were locked away," Pamela stated, frowning as she looked to Sam who furrowed his brow in confusion.
"They are," the younger brother claimed before the psychic shook her head, thinning her lips, looking the boys up and down.
"There's no… mark, there's nothing there. Whatever seal was in them, it's gone," she spoke, looking at Bobby then back to the boys. "And I'm guessing you being raised from the ground is something else," Pamela finished as she looked to Dean who sighed.
"Well let's get to work," he suggested as they went into the house.
After ushering them inside Bobby turned to Pamela who was checking Sam and Dean out. "So hear anything?" he asked.
"Well I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. But no one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why," she claimed with a shrug.
"So what now?" Bobby asked.
"A seance should do. See if we could see who did this," she commented alarming Bobby.
"You're not gonna summon the thing here," his statement almost became a question.
"No. I just want to get a sneak peak at it," she started, walking closer. "Sorta like a crystal ball without the crystal," she smirked to Bobby as Dean nodded.
"I'm game," he agreed. She gathered all her supplies while the boys cleared a table. "So who's Jesse?" Dean asked as Sam looked confused.
"Well it wasn't forever," she countered as Dean shrugged with a smirk.
"His loss," he reasoned as she stood. Hands full of candles, she stopped in front of Dean with a smirk.
"Might just be your gain," she commented before walking away as Sam got closer.
"Dude I'm so in," he muttered to the younger who chuckled quietly.
"Yeah she's gonna eat you alive," he warned before Dean shrugged.
"Just got out of jail. Bring it," he encouraged as Pamela quickly joined.
"You can join to Grumpy," she invited as Dean shook his head with a silent 'no.'
"You're so NOT invited," the brother frowned with a pointed look while Sam held an amused grin.
They sat in a circle at a round table with six candles lit. "Okay, take each other's hands," she instructed as they obeyed. "Though I need to touch something our mystery monster touched," Pamela slid a hand up Dean's thigh as he jumped, not expecting it.
"Whoa, he didn't touch me there," Dean said quickly as she chuckled.
"My mistake," she smiled. He looked around a bit nervous before he stripped the outer shirt, lifting his left sleeve to show the handprint. Sam stared in shock before looking to Bobby, Pamela laid her hand over the brand as they closed their eyes. "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle, I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle," a pitch quickly broke through when the TV turned on. But the brothers both could hear the voice.
"My name is Castiel. Please turn back, this is not safe," the voice spoke, pleaded actually. "Turn back," it continued.
"Castiel? No. Sorry Castiel, I don't scare easy," Pamela fought before Dean turned.
"Castiel?" he was curious if that was his name.
"It's name. It's whispering to me, telling me to turn back," she spoke as the noise go louder as the table started shaking. "I conjure and command you, show me your face, I conjure and command you, show me your face, I conjure and command you, show me your face-" Castiel kept his pleading for Pamela to stop, Sam was looking around trying to find the location of his voice.
"Maybe we should stop," Bobby tried before Pamela stopped him, Sam agreeing.
"I almost got it," she fought, determined as the noise got louder. "I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!" she demanded before the flames flew up making the men jump. When they looked into the high flames, Pamela let out a high scream as her eyes lit on fire. The moment Dean realized Castiel's voice disappeared as the shaking ceased. Pamela collapsed as Bobby caught her, Sam had gone to call 911 while Dean went to her side. Her eyes were bleeding and burned , she was conscious as her eyes flew open with empty sockets as she sobbed. "I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!" she cried out as Dean looked to Bobby who held the woman.
Dean gave the waitress his order before frowning when she smiled. "Be up in a jiff," she spoke before leaving. The moment she left, Sam sat down on his phone.
"You bet," he hung up.
"What'd Bobby say?" Dean asked worried.
"Pam's stable, out of ICU," he informed the older who sighed.
"And blind because of us," Dean argued feeling guilty about her getting hurt because of them.
"And no clue who we're dealing with," Sam claimed before Dean shook his head.
"We got a name, Castiel. And I know you heard that voice," he lowered his voice at the end as Sam looked shocked.
"You heard?" Sam muttered, making sure to stay quiet.
"Yeah, with the right mumbo jumbo we could summon this thing right us," Dean claimed.
"No way," Sam defied, having a bad feeling. "Pam got just a peek and her eyes burned out of her skull. But you want a face-to-face?" he asked as Dean nodded.
"You got a better idea?" Dean retorted.
"Yeah the demons I tracked here," he brought up while Dean thought.
"Okay," he agreed before the waitress placed two pieces of pie in the table and plopped down at her. "You angling for a tip?" he asked as she smirked.
"Sorry, thought you were looking for us," the waitress shrugged surprising the brothers. Her eyes going black as they got up before seeing more men appear. "Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck," 'Flo' spoke as Dean shrugged. "What the hell makes you so special to just stroll out of the pit?" she hissed as Dean smirked.
"I'd like to think it's my perky nipples," he smirked at Sam chuckled softly. "Wasn't my doing sweetheart. I don't know what pulled me out," he claimed.
"Of course you don't," she snorts, making Dean glare.
"I'm not lying," Dean fought back. "But I would like to find out. So why don't you enlighten me Flo…" Dean went wide as she glared.
"Mind your tone with me, boy, I'll drag your ass back myself," she threatened and Sam who had gone quiet looked ready to attack before Dean stopped him simply.
"No, you won't," the older Winchester smirked as she raised an eyebrow.
"No?" she asked.
"No. Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And your just as spoked as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbocharge spirit. Or, a, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send me back. And don't come crying to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline in a firehose," he finished as she hissed.
"I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs," she threatened as Dean leaned forward getting in her personal bubble, while still glaring he threw a right hook as she took it. Dean threw another and she still did nothing.
"That's what I thought. Come on let's go," Dean ordered as they still had to leave. He could tell the she-demon was beyond pissed that she couldn't do anything. Pulling out his money he just threw the $10 down staring at her. "For the pie," he left right after that. The moment they left that both shot across the street as the inside shortly. "Holy crap, that was close," he claimed to Sam.
"Are we leaving them in there?" Sam asked, looking just as tense.
"Yes. There's a few more than us. All we have is one good knife between us," Dean frowned at Sam who looked like he wanted to go back.
"I've killed more demons then that lately," he fought as Dean stopped him.
"Not anymore. Sam listen, if our seals are gone, that means any power we may have, it will be unstable, what if we hurt someone? Hell what if that's how they'll track us? We need to do this carefully," Dean spoke getting up to Sam who look down. "Look they're scared of whatever had the juice to pull me out. One job at a time," he said before Sam nodded.
Dean and Sam were passed out on the couch with books around them. The TV flicks on the static before the radio turned on as well. It wakes both as Dean grab the shotgun while Sam looked around still confused and tired. High-pitched noise broke through as Sam and Dean winced before a voice was heard.
"Dean, Sam. Can you hear me?" Sounded like the voice earlier, Castiel. The mirror shattering above them made both dive and avoid the shower of glass. "Tell me if you can hear me," Castiel asked once again as Bobby ran in when more glass explosively shattered.
"Dean! Sam!" That quickly stopped the noise before the three bolted. Once they pack their stuff, they got in the car. "You boys OK? You weren't even flinching from the pitch and it hurt me before I fully entered the room," Bobby asked. Neither knew how to answer that question, both had slight headaches from the ringing but we're just fine.
"I thought I heard a voice," Sam spoke up from the back seat. "I heard it earlier when Pamela summoned… Whatever it was," He talked as Dean and Bobby listen.
"Yeah I thought I heard a voice as well. And why the hell does it keep calling for me?" Dean asked as Sam shrugged. Listening to the Impala's engine purr Dean suddenly perked up, "Let's summon this thing and ask him," Dean suggested surprising Sam and Bobby.
"What?!" They asked, Bobby in shock, Sam in confusion.
"You can't be serious," the older hunter tried while Dean just kept staring ahead.
"As a heart attack," he said with no change.
"We don't know what it is Dean," Sam claimed as he leaned forward.
"It could be anything," Bobby spoke up before Dean produced Ruby's knife.
"Well we got an arsenal for anything," he continued as Bobby shook his head.
"This is a bad idea," Bobby grumbled as he kept driving.
"You think?" Sam scoffed, not understanding his brother's antics.
"I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?" Dean asked.
"We could choose life," Bobby said.
"Whatever it is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right?" Dean asked as they listened. "I've got no place to hide, we need to take a stand," he claimed plain and simple.
"Damn, you're right," Bobby side, making Sam look betrayed before sighing with a growl.
Bobby was spray painting a final symbol on the cement floor while Dean and Sam fixed up the table for the ingredients. When Dean turned and marveled the project Bobby did. "That's a hell of an art project you got going there," he commented while he shrugged.
"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doing?" He asked the boys to both shrugged.
"Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife," Sam rattled off as Dean quickly picked it up.
"Don't know what to use. We've set up everything to trap anything or kill it," he said as he shrugged.
"This is still a bad idea," Bobby tried once again to stop them.
"Yeah Bobby, I heard you the first 10 times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?" He asked while Sam shook his head irritated that Dean was determined to summon this Castiel and get answers. Bobby, sharing Sam's opinion, reluctantly went to a table before pinching some powder from a bowl and sprinkled it into a larger bowl as smoke rose he started to chance in Latin. The moment he finished they looked around nothing happened. "Are you sure you did the right ritual?" Dean asked before Bobby quickly glared. "Sorry," the guy muttered, avoiding his gaze. As if on cue the building started to shake before the three men arm themselves with shotguns, taking positions, watching the opening of the warehouse. "Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind," Dean commented as they came to when the door busted open. Both Sam and Dean could feel the power radiating off him, as he passed, lights started to shatter, all three open fire watching as it did nothing to him. Once he got closer Dean quickly produced the demon knife. "Who are you?" Dean asked, warning in his voice.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," he spoke in a flat tone. Confirming it was Castiel.
"Yeah. Thanks for that," Dean said to him with a sarcastic tone before plunging the knife into the creatures chest. Castiel, with no effort or pain, pulled a knife out, he grabbed Bobby's weapon without even looking, before swinging the hunter around, touching his forehead with fingertips watching as Bobby crumble to the ground, Sam gasped softly as he and Dean watched in shock.
"We need to talk, Dean," he started. "Alone," quickly going in Sam's direction. The younger instantly defended himself as Dean quickly shot at Castiel to get his attention.
"I ain't listening to anything you say if you hurt Sam!" he shouted making the being turn. "Who are you?" Dean asked as Sam carefully moved away from Castiel who saw him.
"My name is Castiel, " He started as Sam let out a breath of air.
"Yeah, we figured that," Sam commented before Dean spoke.
"What are you?" He inquired.
"I am an angel of the Lord," the moment he said that the brothers clamped up instantly. Angels were beings they've been ordered to avoid, they were to have been reported to wipe out Nephilim. Sam used his hesitancy to approach the angelic being in favor of checking on Bobby. "Your friend is alive," Castiel claimed seeing the action.
"How am I supposed to believe you?" Dean asked, he could see a faint shadow of something around the angel. Lightning flashing showed a giant pair of wings, wide spread as Sam stared in awe at the site. "Some angel you are. You burn the poor woman's eyes out," Dean snarled angrily, thinking about Pamela in that hospital.
"I warned her not to spy my true form. It can be… Overwhelming to humans, you seem to be able to handle my true visage," He commented as Dean perked up.
"And what visage are you in now, huh? Holy tax accountant?" Dean spat looking at the body Castiel was using.
"This?" Castiel motioned. "This is… a vessel," he claimed.
"You're possessing some poor bastard?" Sam asked, disbelief and his voice.
"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this," he finished as Dean frowned.
"I'm not buying what you're selling," Dean claimed making Castiel frown himself. "Why would an angel rescue me from hell?" He asked hoping no one knew.
"Good things do happen, Dean," Castiel spoke as Dean shook his head.
"Not in my experience," he declined.
"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?" Castiel asked as Sam frowned not liking what he was hearing.
"Why did you do it?" The older Winchester quickly deflected the question by asking another.
"Because God commanded it. We have work for you," the angel spoke stunning the pair.
End of the first chapter. Hope it turned out good!