09x11 - Mr. In-Between - Part Four: Sailboat in a Bottle
Episode Number: 09x11 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Mr. In-Between
Subtitle: Sailboat in a Bottle
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,816
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language, innuendo
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Cas rode shotgun in the Impala. Dean said he needed some air, but what he really needed was his own Sam-free state. The angel insisted on accompanying him, and sure enough, not even a few minutes on the road -
"Why are you so angry with your brother?"
"He lied to me about the FBI Agent. For months. He's worked cases with her, gotten cases from her, and he knows nothing, nothing about her. She can be playing him."
"The dreams she had was very real," Cas said. "Almost prophetic."
"But she's not a prophet."
"No, but some psychics, some gifted people, have that ability. She needs our help."
Dean rolled his eyes. "You're missing the point."
"No, I understand. You feel betrayed at your brother's lie, but having recently lied a great deal to him I thought you'd be more willing to forgive."
"Don't even, this isn't the same - "
"That's true, when you lied you nearly died as a result."
"Do you have any idea what that woman could do to us?" Dean asked. "We impersonate FBI Agents. When we solve a case, it usually means we leave at least one body in our wake. Her knowing about us is the last thing we need."
"She hasn't arrested you so far, why would she suddenly do it now?"
"Cas - "
"I understand what's going on here, Dean," the angel interrupted. "You are upset with Sam for lying, but he thought she could help him do more good."
"Yeah, but he didn't - "
"He did think about the repercussions, and he still does."
"You ask me, he's crushing on her, and he can't - "
"Crushing?"
"Has feelings for, likes - "
"Like you and me?"
"No, like, before you date someone, you're attracted to them, you crush on them," Dean said.
He turned the car around. A drive wouldn't help him clear his head, not with Cas working his Dr. Phil.
"I see. That would make sense."
"None of this is making sense, Cas!"
"You should forgive him."
Pulling back into the motel lot, Dean parked the Impala and avoided eye contact.
Castiel placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, grasping it tightly.
"Cas, please, don't - "
"Dean," Cas interrupted. "I want you to forgive your brother."
"It's not that simple."
"Yes it is."
"Cas - "
"I will do anything."
Dean turned his head to meet the angel's eyes. It was only then he saw the expression on Castiel's face. He wasn't oblivious about what he just said. He meant it, and every possible implication.
Dean realized he hadn't responded for almost a minute. "Anything?" he asked.
"Anything," Cas repeated deliberately.
"Hey, Sam," Benny said from the doorway.
"Benny, I thought you left this afternoon?"
"Planned to, but I, uh, needa word with Cas."
"He and Dean should be back soon. At least the Impala's back."
"Then I'll jus' go to - "
"You don't wanna do that," Sam warned.
"I don'?"
"I don't know if they're fighting or fucking right now," Sam said flatly.
"Tha's an awfully colorful way 'o tellin' me," Benny said. "Shoulda seen tha' one comin', though, huh?"
"I thought you already knew," Sam replied sheepishly. "Uh, so, how have you been?"
"Dealin'," he said. "And you?"
"All kinds of crazy but for the most part okay, thanks to you. Your warning saved our asses," Sam answered.
Cas and Dean joined them.
"We gonna sit down and talk or hang around awkwardly?" Dean asked.
"Sorry, I was jus' lookin' to say goodbye fer now and have a moment with the angel," Benny said.
"Bye Benny," Dean said.
Cas walked away with the vampire, and Dean joined his brother at the table.
"So this case," Dean said, "what do we know?"
"Something's killing people near the river. It seems to target poachers and trespassers. Sometimes it drowns them, sometimes it bleeds them dry. Not much else to go on. Maybe a curse?"
Cas returned and closed the door behind him.
"What did Benny want?" Dean asked.
"He had questions about his resurrections and Kuravi," Cas replied.
"That bitch," Dean said.
"She's not a bitch."
"That chick had us release a monster mash from the depths of the earth, saying it was just a few angels," Dean spat.
"She didn't know," Cas argued.
"You believe that?"
"Yes."
"How?"
Cas shrugged. "Benny has been trying to contact Adebowale in Purgatory, to see if he is the one sending you dreams now," Cas added.
"You're still having nightmares?" Sam asked.
"No," Dean replied. "They're not nightmares. Not like the other ones. They're just names."
"Names?" Sam asked. "Like that last one you followed that got your leg blown off?"
"Maybe we should focus on the case," Castiel suggested. "There's still one hiker missing. He might be alive."
"We've got a lot of nothing. Jason's new nanny has got suspicious timing, but she's living in a house full of kids and none of them are maimed or dead."
"Evil Clown didn't kill kids," Sam said. "Just the parents."
"This thing feeds too frequently to be a Rakshasa," Dean dismissed. "Honestly, the only thing weirding me out is a goat."
Sam and Cas considered Dean in confusion. He remembered he hadn't mentioned the goat to anyone.
"Could be a chimera-with-goat facade?" Dean suggested.
"I think you both need some sleep," Cas stated.
Washington, D.C. In the dawn light, the cemetery looked violated, covered in crime scene tap, orange cones, and flashing lights. 'People shouldn't mess with the dead,' Dodge thought to herself.
Marie flashed her badge at the overly rigid officer standing guard. "Special Agent Marie Acevedo. I'm on this case."
The officer let her pass.
"How are they?" she asked.
"Both of the victims are alive, thanks to you and your tipster," Marie replied. "Working on a composite sketch, but I might be able to do you one better."
"Please tell me it's fingerprints," Dodge said.
"Fingerprints in the system," Marie replied. "One Samuel Gregor, record for petty theft, assault and battery, mostly small time stuff."
"He's local?"
"Yeah, figured you wanna check it out with me."
"You bet yer ass."
Prodding jolted Dean out of his sleep.
"Cas?" Dean asked.
"You awake?"
"I guess."
Cas pulled him to a sitting position. "About that goat. We need to talk. Are you awake?"
"I think so - goat?"
"You mentioned seeing one, called it, uh, creepy," Cas said.
"Yeah, randomly in town when I was picking Benny up, and then again at the newest crime scene. Just the one goat."
"We need to see if there are other victims."
"If there were others, we'd know."
"Not if they didn't die," Cas said. "We need to see if there were any other lost hikers."
"Lost hikers?"
"Anyone lost, really, out at that river."
Dean got on his feet and tumbled over to Sam. He prodded and repeated, "Sam! Wake up!"
His brother rolled over. "What?"
"We need some nerd help, here, okay? Wake up!"
"You do it!"
"You lied to me about FBI-Agent-women for months! You do it!"
"That's the card you're playing?"
"We need information on lost hikers, the police may not have it," Cas said. "Anyone who got off track and lost near that river in the last week."
"All right, all right, I'll do it," Sam muttered. "But you don't get to play that shit again, okay?"
"Deal," Dean agreed.
Sam got through his morning ritual crazy fast and zipped out the door like a hummingbird.
Once he was gone, Dean pulled Cas onto the bed, curling up so he didn't have to meet his eye.
"Can we talk about Benny?" Dean asked.
"I don't see why not."
"You were jealous yesterday," Dean said playfully.
"No."
"I'm worried. He's not good Cas."
"He's struggling with himself."
"You're not worried?"
"Benny's stronger than you give him credit for."
"Doesn't change the fact that last time he was this messed up, he went to Purgatory and used himself as bait. He didn't wanna come back."
"You think that's what happened?"
"Yeah."
"Dean, he's just trying to figure out how to make his life worthwhile. Being immortal, that's difficult. He sacrificed himself to save your brother in Purgatory."
"How did you - "
"Sam told me."
"Of course he did. I just don't wanna make the same mistakes, leaving him out in the cold."
"He's not. He's got a mission now," Cas said. "With your dreams. And we'll see if we can make him human again."
"Right."
"And I made him promise to call you once a week."
Dean turned around and looked Cas in the eye. "When?"
"A little after you accused me of being jealous of your friendship with him."
Washington, D.C. Samuel Gregor's apartment was on the fifteen floor of a building with no elevator. Dodge brought a few officers and some forensics guys, nothing fancy and no SWAT. She wanted to surprise this guy.
"The door," Marie said as they came to Apartment 1529. It was cracked open.
Dodge nodded. She and her partner both drew their guns.
"Follow me," Dodge said, as she pushed into the room, covering the tiny apartment with Marie backing her up.
"It's clear," Dodge said. "And we've found Gregor."
"Call this in," Marie said to the officer.
Gregor's body dangled from the ceiling, his wrists slashed and his neck broken.
"He was thorough," Marie commented. "Set his noose, cut his wrists, then knocked out the chair."
"Is that even possible?"
"He did the left wrist first, that's why the right one isn't really cut," Marie replied. "You see anything?"
Dodge had already started assessing the apartment. "This guy has a lot of occult objects. Hardcore, actually. Old-school."
"A witch?" Marie asked playfully. "With overkill."
"Or just a collector, I dunno," Dodge replied. She used her phone to snap a few discrete photos. Something about the arrangement of the shelves was wrong. There were large gaps, like things were missing. Maybe this guy was more than just a person into the occult.
Dodge rounded back to Marie.
"So, you think his plan went bad, he figured out he was screwed when we found his little cage at the cemetery, so he offed himself?" Dodge asked.
"Unless the coroner gives us reason to believe he was murdered," Marie said. "Wrapped up in a nice bow."
"I hate little bows."
"I like little bows, makes my life easier."
"Wanna let forensics take over?"
She and her partner packed it in and stepped out of the apartment. Marie's phone rang.
"Gotta take this one," she said as she stepped away.
Dodge hadn't been so sure about her dream-as-prophecy, but how could she ignore them now? Two people in a building in a large cemetery in DC? That was too specific to be coincidence. She didn't want to be psychic or prophetic or whatever the hell Sam had said in Columbus, but she didn't seem to have a choice.
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Primary Post: 09x11 Mr. In-Between
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Mr. In-Between
Subtitle: Sailboat in a Bottle
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,816
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language, innuendo
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Cas rode shotgun in the Impala. Dean said he needed some air, but what he really needed was his own Sam-free state. The angel insisted on accompanying him, and sure enough, not even a few minutes on the road -
"Why are you so angry with your brother?"
"He lied to me about the FBI Agent. For months. He's worked cases with her, gotten cases from her, and he knows nothing, nothing about her. She can be playing him."
"The dreams she had was very real," Cas said. "Almost prophetic."
"But she's not a prophet."
"No, but some psychics, some gifted people, have that ability. She needs our help."
Dean rolled his eyes. "You're missing the point."
"No, I understand. You feel betrayed at your brother's lie, but having recently lied a great deal to him I thought you'd be more willing to forgive."
"Don't even, this isn't the same - "
"That's true, when you lied you nearly died as a result."
"Do you have any idea what that woman could do to us?" Dean asked. "We impersonate FBI Agents. When we solve a case, it usually means we leave at least one body in our wake. Her knowing about us is the last thing we need."
"She hasn't arrested you so far, why would she suddenly do it now?"
"Cas - "
"I understand what's going on here, Dean," the angel interrupted. "You are upset with Sam for lying, but he thought she could help him do more good."
"Yeah, but he didn't - "
"He did think about the repercussions, and he still does."
"You ask me, he's crushing on her, and he can't - "
"Crushing?"
"Has feelings for, likes - "
"Like you and me?"
"No, like, before you date someone, you're attracted to them, you crush on them," Dean said.
He turned the car around. A drive wouldn't help him clear his head, not with Cas working his Dr. Phil.
"I see. That would make sense."
"None of this is making sense, Cas!"
"You should forgive him."
Pulling back into the motel lot, Dean parked the Impala and avoided eye contact.
Castiel placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, grasping it tightly.
"Cas, please, don't - "
"Dean," Cas interrupted. "I want you to forgive your brother."
"It's not that simple."
"Yes it is."
"Cas - "
"I will do anything."
Dean turned his head to meet the angel's eyes. It was only then he saw the expression on Castiel's face. He wasn't oblivious about what he just said. He meant it, and every possible implication.
Dean realized he hadn't responded for almost a minute. "Anything?" he asked.
"Anything," Cas repeated deliberately.
"Hey, Sam," Benny said from the doorway.
"Benny, I thought you left this afternoon?"
"Planned to, but I, uh, needa word with Cas."
"He and Dean should be back soon. At least the Impala's back."
"Then I'll jus' go to - "
"You don't wanna do that," Sam warned.
"I don'?"
"I don't know if they're fighting or fucking right now," Sam said flatly.
"Tha's an awfully colorful way 'o tellin' me," Benny said. "Shoulda seen tha' one comin', though, huh?"
"I thought you already knew," Sam replied sheepishly. "Uh, so, how have you been?"
"Dealin'," he said. "And you?"
"All kinds of crazy but for the most part okay, thanks to you. Your warning saved our asses," Sam answered.
Cas and Dean joined them.
"We gonna sit down and talk or hang around awkwardly?" Dean asked.
"Sorry, I was jus' lookin' to say goodbye fer now and have a moment with the angel," Benny said.
"Bye Benny," Dean said.
Cas walked away with the vampire, and Dean joined his brother at the table.
"So this case," Dean said, "what do we know?"
"Something's killing people near the river. It seems to target poachers and trespassers. Sometimes it drowns them, sometimes it bleeds them dry. Not much else to go on. Maybe a curse?"
Cas returned and closed the door behind him.
"What did Benny want?" Dean asked.
"He had questions about his resurrections and Kuravi," Cas replied.
"That bitch," Dean said.
"She's not a bitch."
"That chick had us release a monster mash from the depths of the earth, saying it was just a few angels," Dean spat.
"She didn't know," Cas argued.
"You believe that?"
"Yes."
"How?"
Cas shrugged. "Benny has been trying to contact Adebowale in Purgatory, to see if he is the one sending you dreams now," Cas added.
"You're still having nightmares?" Sam asked.
"No," Dean replied. "They're not nightmares. Not like the other ones. They're just names."
"Names?" Sam asked. "Like that last one you followed that got your leg blown off?"
"Maybe we should focus on the case," Castiel suggested. "There's still one hiker missing. He might be alive."
"We've got a lot of nothing. Jason's new nanny has got suspicious timing, but she's living in a house full of kids and none of them are maimed or dead."
"Evil Clown didn't kill kids," Sam said. "Just the parents."
"This thing feeds too frequently to be a Rakshasa," Dean dismissed. "Honestly, the only thing weirding me out is a goat."
Sam and Cas considered Dean in confusion. He remembered he hadn't mentioned the goat to anyone.
"Could be a chimera-with-goat facade?" Dean suggested.
"I think you both need some sleep," Cas stated.
Washington, D.C. In the dawn light, the cemetery looked violated, covered in crime scene tap, orange cones, and flashing lights. 'People shouldn't mess with the dead,' Dodge thought to herself.
Marie flashed her badge at the overly rigid officer standing guard. "Special Agent Marie Acevedo. I'm on this case."
The officer let her pass.
"How are they?" she asked.
"Both of the victims are alive, thanks to you and your tipster," Marie replied. "Working on a composite sketch, but I might be able to do you one better."
"Please tell me it's fingerprints," Dodge said.
"Fingerprints in the system," Marie replied. "One Samuel Gregor, record for petty theft, assault and battery, mostly small time stuff."
"He's local?"
"Yeah, figured you wanna check it out with me."
"You bet yer ass."
Prodding jolted Dean out of his sleep.
"Cas?" Dean asked.
"You awake?"
"I guess."
Cas pulled him to a sitting position. "About that goat. We need to talk. Are you awake?"
"I think so - goat?"
"You mentioned seeing one, called it, uh, creepy," Cas said.
"Yeah, randomly in town when I was picking Benny up, and then again at the newest crime scene. Just the one goat."
"We need to see if there are other victims."
"If there were others, we'd know."
"Not if they didn't die," Cas said. "We need to see if there were any other lost hikers."
"Lost hikers?"
"Anyone lost, really, out at that river."
Dean got on his feet and tumbled over to Sam. He prodded and repeated, "Sam! Wake up!"
His brother rolled over. "What?"
"We need some nerd help, here, okay? Wake up!"
"You do it!"
"You lied to me about FBI-Agent-women for months! You do it!"
"That's the card you're playing?"
"We need information on lost hikers, the police may not have it," Cas said. "Anyone who got off track and lost near that river in the last week."
"All right, all right, I'll do it," Sam muttered. "But you don't get to play that shit again, okay?"
"Deal," Dean agreed.
Sam got through his morning ritual crazy fast and zipped out the door like a hummingbird.
Once he was gone, Dean pulled Cas onto the bed, curling up so he didn't have to meet his eye.
"Can we talk about Benny?" Dean asked.
"I don't see why not."
"You were jealous yesterday," Dean said playfully.
"No."
"I'm worried. He's not good Cas."
"He's struggling with himself."
"You're not worried?"
"Benny's stronger than you give him credit for."
"Doesn't change the fact that last time he was this messed up, he went to Purgatory and used himself as bait. He didn't wanna come back."
"You think that's what happened?"
"Yeah."
"Dean, he's just trying to figure out how to make his life worthwhile. Being immortal, that's difficult. He sacrificed himself to save your brother in Purgatory."
"How did you - "
"Sam told me."
"Of course he did. I just don't wanna make the same mistakes, leaving him out in the cold."
"He's not. He's got a mission now," Cas said. "With your dreams. And we'll see if we can make him human again."
"Right."
"And I made him promise to call you once a week."
Dean turned around and looked Cas in the eye. "When?"
"A little after you accused me of being jealous of your friendship with him."
Washington, D.C. Samuel Gregor's apartment was on the fifteen floor of a building with no elevator. Dodge brought a few officers and some forensics guys, nothing fancy and no SWAT. She wanted to surprise this guy.
"The door," Marie said as they came to Apartment 1529. It was cracked open.
Dodge nodded. She and her partner both drew their guns.
"Follow me," Dodge said, as she pushed into the room, covering the tiny apartment with Marie backing her up.
"It's clear," Dodge said. "And we've found Gregor."
"Call this in," Marie said to the officer.
Gregor's body dangled from the ceiling, his wrists slashed and his neck broken.
"He was thorough," Marie commented. "Set his noose, cut his wrists, then knocked out the chair."
"Is that even possible?"
"He did the left wrist first, that's why the right one isn't really cut," Marie replied. "You see anything?"
Dodge had already started assessing the apartment. "This guy has a lot of occult objects. Hardcore, actually. Old-school."
"A witch?" Marie asked playfully. "With overkill."
"Or just a collector, I dunno," Dodge replied. She used her phone to snap a few discrete photos. Something about the arrangement of the shelves was wrong. There were large gaps, like things were missing. Maybe this guy was more than just a person into the occult.
Dodge rounded back to Marie.
"So, you think his plan went bad, he figured out he was screwed when we found his little cage at the cemetery, so he offed himself?" Dodge asked.
"Unless the coroner gives us reason to believe he was murdered," Marie said. "Wrapped up in a nice bow."
"I hate little bows."
"I like little bows, makes my life easier."
"Wanna let forensics take over?"
She and her partner packed it in and stepped out of the apartment. Marie's phone rang.
"Gotta take this one," she said as she stepped away.
Dodge hadn't been so sure about her dream-as-prophecy, but how could she ignore them now? Two people in a building in a large cemetery in DC? That was too specific to be coincidence. She didn't want to be psychic or prophetic or whatever the hell Sam had said in Columbus, but she didn't seem to have a choice.
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Primary Post: 09x11 Mr. In-Between
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)