An Even Newer Testament (10/?)
Title: An Even Newer Testament (part 10)
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1850
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity, Violence, Sam gets a bloody nose :[
Summary: Their investigation hits a rough patch as Sam and Dean find themselves surrounded by gun wielding jerks.
A/N: I wrote like five drafts of this chapter. This is the one that worked best. Meh.
Faith Universe Masterpost
They all agreed that Pete had been through enough. After encountering the ghoul Pete was more than willing to step aside and let the boys finish the job. The incident had made the whole ordeal seem more real than he could handle and he decided quickly that hunting was not for him. Dean thought it was too bad because he had coped with it all so well until now. But in a way the guy was lucky for being able to get out by choice like that. Castiel flew him home before reuniting with the Winchesters.
It wasn’t until they arrived on the curb in front of the house that they realized the address they had been given was the same abandoned building they’d been poking around the day before. “Guess it didn’t book it out of town after all,” Dean said as he looked over to Cas. “You know if it’s here or not?”
“No,” he said. “I need to go inside. I assume that is what you wish to do as well?”
Dean looked to Sam hoping he was on board with the plan. When Sam nodded he glanced back to Cas.
“Yeah, we’re going.”
A moment later they were standing in the vacant living room. Before the brothers could really take in their surroundings the room suddenly filled with a bright flash of light and they were forced to shut their eyes. It only took Dean a second to recognize that it was the flash of a banishing sigil and Dean’s heart sank at the thought. Cas was gone.
When he opened his eyes he saw an unfamiliar middle-aged man in a business suit standing just a few
paces down the hallway with his bloody hand on the wall. Sam and Dean both reached for their guns and aimed them at the man.
“Who the fuck are you,” Dean shouted. When they heard several other guns in the room click they froze.
Neither of brothers had been able to count the number of guns in the room based off the sound alone, but they knew they were vastly outnumbered. Dean was tempted to turn his head to see just how screwed they were, but if he made any sudden moves he could very well get shot.
Dean smirked as he stared at the man in the suit. “You realize you just pissed off an archangel, right?”
“And now I’m holding his boyfriend and his, uh, brother-in-law at gunpoint. I’m aware of this fact.” Sam felt like laughing at that, but he wisely controlled himself. It was funny to hear such a domestic phrase like ‘brother-in-law’ for the first time from someone who might soon kill him. “We don’t plan on staying long enough for that to be a problem. Now put down your weapons.”
“Like hell,” Dean said as his finger wavered over the trigger.
“You’re surrounded. You shoot me, they shoot you. Simple as that.”
“Dean,” Sam said. They looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes and quickly worked out a plan without using words. They’d been hunting together long enough to strategized their way out of a situation with just a look. The brothers turned their attention back to the man in the suit.
“Tell us your name and we’ll put down the guns,” Dean said.
“Do you think you’re in any position to negotiate?”
“Sort of,” Dean said. “If you could kill us you would have done it already. We do have gun in your face after all.”
“No,” the man said as he stepped forward towards their guns. “You are just worth more if you’re alive. Now last chance. Put. Down. The guns.”
They glanced at each other again and agreed on their next move.
“Fine,” Sam said. “Fine, we’ll put them down.”
Then they both took their sweet time lowering their weapons to the ground, gracefully enacted Phase One of Operation: Get Out of This Alive. Phase One was, of course, stalling the inevitable for as long as possible. They looked rather silly moving so slowly, but they managed to kill at least thirty seconds.
“Ok, let’s hurry this up,” the man snapped. Two burly men came up behind the brothers and forced them to the ground. There was no doubt that they’d be able to take them on if it were a fair fight, but there were an unknown number of guns aimed at them and it was anything, but fair.
“Sam,” Dean said as he was forced to the floor. “Feel like getting shot today?”
“Not particularly,” he said as his face was similarly shoved into the carpet.
“Shut up,” one of the lackeys shouted, forcing a pair of handcuffs on Sam and jamming his knee in his back.
“Sam?” Dean really wanted to enact Phase Two: Fight Back. But it was a pretty suicidal move and no matter how many times they’d died, they didn’t want to get too flippant about the prospect of death.
Despite being held firmly against the ground he managed to turn his face and look at his brother. The look in Sam’s eyes told him he was ready to fight back regardless of the consequences. With his brother’s approval Dean began to fight back. His hands were already cuffed behind him, but he managed to get enough leverage with his legs to shove off the man that was handcuffing him.
The next series of events was chaotic. He hadn’t push the man very far and he was back to try to force him to the ground almost instantly. Dean attempted to knee him in the stomach, but he couldn’t turn his body enough to make that possible. The man grabbed him by the hair and twisted his neck so far back he was afraid it’d snap. He heard his brother struggling in a similar battle, but the room suddenly went silent when a gun shot rang out.
Dean didn’t feel like he’d been shot, which meant that... “Sam?!”
“I’m fine!”
Thank God, Dean thought. Maybe it was an accidental firing or maybe one of the dumbass lackeys shot one of his buddies. Dean didn’t have time to investigate since he was forced back to the ground by his hair. A gun pressed firmly up against his temple and he stopped struggling.
“You idiots!” the man in the business suit shouted. He wasn’t sure if he was talking to him and Sam or his lackeys, but he was beyond caring about anything that man had to say. Dean had lost track of time, but he hoped their stunt had pushed them closer to the point that Cas would return. He hated to admit it, but the angel was their only hope.
Then Dean felt Castiel’s imminent arrival, and that was really one of those things he was going to have to talk to Cas about because it took another ten seconds before he actually heard the flutter of his wings. The gun pressed against his head went off and his ears began to ring. But the fact that his head was still intact was a blessing so he quickly turned over to evaluate the situation. The bullet had hit the carpet just a couple of inches away from where his head had been.
He sat up and watched as Castiel popped around the room putting the gunmen to sleep one by one. The idiots kept firing bullets at him to no affect and if he wasn’t afraid that those bullets would get turned on him he would have laughed out loud. A few of the bullets probably hit him, but he didn’t even flinch. Instead he teleported from person to person touching his fingers the their temples.
For the first time since being held captive Dean was able to actually count the number of gunmen. There were six incredibly stupid hired lackeys who were completely ignorant about the job they’d gotten hired for. If they knew anything they would have ran the moment Castiel showed up. He realized that must have been what the guy in the business suit had done because he was no longer standing by the bloody sigil on the wall.
When the last man hit the floor Cas was at Dean’s side instantly. He ran his hands through Dean’s hair, curing the pain caused by the thug that manhandled him to the ground. When they heard Sam groan from across the room they both looked over to evaluate his condition. Except for a bloody nose, he seemed fine. Castiel stood and went to Sam to take care of his injuries.
“What the fuck was that all about,” Dean said as he twisted himself around to get to his lock pick set.
“I’m unsure,” Cas said as he touched his fingers to Sam’s face. When Sam was healed he reached for his own lock pick set and worked to free himself. They heard the sound of a siren in the distance, but before the brothers could react they were transported back to their motel room. “Pack your things. We need to leave this town immediately.”
“What? We never got that damn ghoul.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem.”
Dean picked the cuffs free and tossed them aside. “You know, Cas, these short little evasive answers can be cute sometimes,” he said as he approached the angel. “But you really have to learn how to elaborate about the important stuff.”
Castiel sighed. “I don’t have much to elaborate with.” Cas knew Dean well enough to know he wasn’t going to give up, but when he stood in front of him and crossed arms like a stubborn child he knew he was cornered. “I believe this was a trap for you, Dean.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like that skinwalker that tracked you. You are… an interesting person, Dean.”
“Thanks,” he said sarcastically. “So what, there’s a bounty on my head or something?”
“Possibly.”
“Why? Why are all these creatures so damn interested in me?”
“I’ve told you why.”
“Why, ‘cause we’re together? Why is that so damn important to these things?”
“Because all of Heaven was restructured due to your influence on me.” Dean felt like Cas was going to burn a hole through him with his eyes. And for all he knew that was a very real possibility. “Maybe they just want to know why that is.”
“And why is that?”
Cas scoffed. “I don’t think anyone in all of Heaven or Earth really knows why one becomes so enamored with another. Perhaps the cupids know, but they don’t like to reveal too many of their secrets.”
Sam coughed nervously from the corner and waited for them to look over at him. “Um, do you guys need a minute?”
Cas flashed Dean a stern look before returning his attention to Sam. “Pack your things and leave town. Pray if you need us.”
Dean fished his keys out of his pocket and tossed them to his brother. “We might be awhile. Drive to Bobby’s. We’ll meet you there.”
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1850
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity, Violence, Sam gets a bloody nose :[
Summary: Their investigation hits a rough patch as Sam and Dean find themselves surrounded by gun wielding jerks.
A/N: I wrote like five drafts of this chapter. This is the one that worked best. Meh.
Faith Universe Masterpost
They all agreed that Pete had been through enough. After encountering the ghoul Pete was more than willing to step aside and let the boys finish the job. The incident had made the whole ordeal seem more real than he could handle and he decided quickly that hunting was not for him. Dean thought it was too bad because he had coped with it all so well until now. But in a way the guy was lucky for being able to get out by choice like that. Castiel flew him home before reuniting with the Winchesters.
It wasn’t until they arrived on the curb in front of the house that they realized the address they had been given was the same abandoned building they’d been poking around the day before. “Guess it didn’t book it out of town after all,” Dean said as he looked over to Cas. “You know if it’s here or not?”
“No,” he said. “I need to go inside. I assume that is what you wish to do as well?”
Dean looked to Sam hoping he was on board with the plan. When Sam nodded he glanced back to Cas.
“Yeah, we’re going.”
A moment later they were standing in the vacant living room. Before the brothers could really take in their surroundings the room suddenly filled with a bright flash of light and they were forced to shut their eyes. It only took Dean a second to recognize that it was the flash of a banishing sigil and Dean’s heart sank at the thought. Cas was gone.
When he opened his eyes he saw an unfamiliar middle-aged man in a business suit standing just a few
paces down the hallway with his bloody hand on the wall. Sam and Dean both reached for their guns and aimed them at the man.
“Who the fuck are you,” Dean shouted. When they heard several other guns in the room click they froze.
Neither of brothers had been able to count the number of guns in the room based off the sound alone, but they knew they were vastly outnumbered. Dean was tempted to turn his head to see just how screwed they were, but if he made any sudden moves he could very well get shot.
Dean smirked as he stared at the man in the suit. “You realize you just pissed off an archangel, right?”
“And now I’m holding his boyfriend and his, uh, brother-in-law at gunpoint. I’m aware of this fact.” Sam felt like laughing at that, but he wisely controlled himself. It was funny to hear such a domestic phrase like ‘brother-in-law’ for the first time from someone who might soon kill him. “We don’t plan on staying long enough for that to be a problem. Now put down your weapons.”
“Like hell,” Dean said as his finger wavered over the trigger.
“You’re surrounded. You shoot me, they shoot you. Simple as that.”
“Dean,” Sam said. They looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes and quickly worked out a plan without using words. They’d been hunting together long enough to strategized their way out of a situation with just a look. The brothers turned their attention back to the man in the suit.
“Tell us your name and we’ll put down the guns,” Dean said.
“Do you think you’re in any position to negotiate?”
“Sort of,” Dean said. “If you could kill us you would have done it already. We do have gun in your face after all.”
“No,” the man said as he stepped forward towards their guns. “You are just worth more if you’re alive. Now last chance. Put. Down. The guns.”
They glanced at each other again and agreed on their next move.
“Fine,” Sam said. “Fine, we’ll put them down.”
Then they both took their sweet time lowering their weapons to the ground, gracefully enacted Phase One of Operation: Get Out of This Alive. Phase One was, of course, stalling the inevitable for as long as possible. They looked rather silly moving so slowly, but they managed to kill at least thirty seconds.
“Ok, let’s hurry this up,” the man snapped. Two burly men came up behind the brothers and forced them to the ground. There was no doubt that they’d be able to take them on if it were a fair fight, but there were an unknown number of guns aimed at them and it was anything, but fair.
“Sam,” Dean said as he was forced to the floor. “Feel like getting shot today?”
“Not particularly,” he said as his face was similarly shoved into the carpet.
“Shut up,” one of the lackeys shouted, forcing a pair of handcuffs on Sam and jamming his knee in his back.
“Sam?” Dean really wanted to enact Phase Two: Fight Back. But it was a pretty suicidal move and no matter how many times they’d died, they didn’t want to get too flippant about the prospect of death.
Despite being held firmly against the ground he managed to turn his face and look at his brother. The look in Sam’s eyes told him he was ready to fight back regardless of the consequences. With his brother’s approval Dean began to fight back. His hands were already cuffed behind him, but he managed to get enough leverage with his legs to shove off the man that was handcuffing him.
The next series of events was chaotic. He hadn’t push the man very far and he was back to try to force him to the ground almost instantly. Dean attempted to knee him in the stomach, but he couldn’t turn his body enough to make that possible. The man grabbed him by the hair and twisted his neck so far back he was afraid it’d snap. He heard his brother struggling in a similar battle, but the room suddenly went silent when a gun shot rang out.
Dean didn’t feel like he’d been shot, which meant that... “Sam?!”
“I’m fine!”
Thank God, Dean thought. Maybe it was an accidental firing or maybe one of the dumbass lackeys shot one of his buddies. Dean didn’t have time to investigate since he was forced back to the ground by his hair. A gun pressed firmly up against his temple and he stopped struggling.
“You idiots!” the man in the business suit shouted. He wasn’t sure if he was talking to him and Sam or his lackeys, but he was beyond caring about anything that man had to say. Dean had lost track of time, but he hoped their stunt had pushed them closer to the point that Cas would return. He hated to admit it, but the angel was their only hope.
Then Dean felt Castiel’s imminent arrival, and that was really one of those things he was going to have to talk to Cas about because it took another ten seconds before he actually heard the flutter of his wings. The gun pressed against his head went off and his ears began to ring. But the fact that his head was still intact was a blessing so he quickly turned over to evaluate the situation. The bullet had hit the carpet just a couple of inches away from where his head had been.
He sat up and watched as Castiel popped around the room putting the gunmen to sleep one by one. The idiots kept firing bullets at him to no affect and if he wasn’t afraid that those bullets would get turned on him he would have laughed out loud. A few of the bullets probably hit him, but he didn’t even flinch. Instead he teleported from person to person touching his fingers the their temples.
For the first time since being held captive Dean was able to actually count the number of gunmen. There were six incredibly stupid hired lackeys who were completely ignorant about the job they’d gotten hired for. If they knew anything they would have ran the moment Castiel showed up. He realized that must have been what the guy in the business suit had done because he was no longer standing by the bloody sigil on the wall.
When the last man hit the floor Cas was at Dean’s side instantly. He ran his hands through Dean’s hair, curing the pain caused by the thug that manhandled him to the ground. When they heard Sam groan from across the room they both looked over to evaluate his condition. Except for a bloody nose, he seemed fine. Castiel stood and went to Sam to take care of his injuries.
“What the fuck was that all about,” Dean said as he twisted himself around to get to his lock pick set.
“I’m unsure,” Cas said as he touched his fingers to Sam’s face. When Sam was healed he reached for his own lock pick set and worked to free himself. They heard the sound of a siren in the distance, but before the brothers could react they were transported back to their motel room. “Pack your things. We need to leave this town immediately.”
“What? We never got that damn ghoul.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem.”
Dean picked the cuffs free and tossed them aside. “You know, Cas, these short little evasive answers can be cute sometimes,” he said as he approached the angel. “But you really have to learn how to elaborate about the important stuff.”
Castiel sighed. “I don’t have much to elaborate with.” Cas knew Dean well enough to know he wasn’t going to give up, but when he stood in front of him and crossed arms like a stubborn child he knew he was cornered. “I believe this was a trap for you, Dean.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like that skinwalker that tracked you. You are… an interesting person, Dean.”
“Thanks,” he said sarcastically. “So what, there’s a bounty on my head or something?”
“Possibly.”
“Why? Why are all these creatures so damn interested in me?”
“I’ve told you why.”
“Why, ‘cause we’re together? Why is that so damn important to these things?”
“Because all of Heaven was restructured due to your influence on me.” Dean felt like Cas was going to burn a hole through him with his eyes. And for all he knew that was a very real possibility. “Maybe they just want to know why that is.”
“And why is that?”
Cas scoffed. “I don’t think anyone in all of Heaven or Earth really knows why one becomes so enamored with another. Perhaps the cupids know, but they don’t like to reveal too many of their secrets.”
Sam coughed nervously from the corner and waited for them to look over at him. “Um, do you guys need a minute?”
Cas flashed Dean a stern look before returning his attention to Sam. “Pack your things and leave town. Pray if you need us.”
Dean fished his keys out of his pocket and tossed them to his brother. “We might be awhile. Drive to Bobby’s. We’ll meet you there.”