09x14 - Helium In Limbo - Part Four: Rev on the Red Line
Episode Number: 09x14
Title: Helium in Limbo
Subtitle: Rev on the Red Line
Superset: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,244
Genre: General, Episode Related
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Episode Spoilers: Through episode 08x19 "Taxi Driver"
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Summary: The Winchesters attempt to piece together a plan to stop the attacks. Meanwhile, Cas receives shocking news.
"You let the guy get away?" Dean asked as Sam put ice on his side.
"No, Dean, the guy knocked me on my ass and I slashed him. Then he ran away before I could catch my breath."
Dean couldn't suppress his laughter. "You got bowled over by an elf. You. You're like two of him."
"A little bit of focus, Dean," Sam said. "What did you find out?"
"This guy was around about a hundred years ago, doing the same thing in Detroit. Some hunters locked him away in the Catacombs back in the sixties."
"Hunters knew about the Catacombs?" Sam asked.
"I don't think so," Dean replied. "Seems more like they found a spot that could hold him and shoved his ass in. Didn't waste time thinking about it."
"Okay, so where's this guy from?"
"I asked Charlie to talk to Gilda about it, since she's - "
"Also a fairy, sure. What'd she say?"
"His name is Galaad, he was one a prince exiled from Avalon because of his love of chaos," Dean replied.
"Wait, hold on," Sam said as he pulled up a file on his computer. "Bobby had something about that - "
"You digitalized Bobby's stuff?"
"Some of it. Most of it, actually," Sam replied. "Listen to this: The Nain Rouge's presence was marked with undue chaos because with him comes a plague of dark elves who seek to win his favor through the tricks and curses they cast upon his chosen victims."
"Win his favor?" Dean asked. "Like he's king of Avalon?"
"Well, he was an heir to the throne at one point," Sam replied. "Maybe they think he'll return with them and they'll gain control over Avalon or something."
"Okay, so if we gank him, you think we'll need to worry about the Evil Keebler bastards?" Dean asked.
"I'm guessing yes."
"Good, otherwise I made us a crapload of silver bullets for nothing."
"Dean, you're missing something."
"Missing? What?"
"We don't know how to kill this guy," Sam pointed out. "Hunters fifty years ago couldn't figure it out, so - "
"Hunters fifty years ago weren't us," Dean reminded his younger brother. "Maybe we need to try something like this."
Dean pulled out an angel blade.
"Really?" Sam asked.
"What you think we'll need the Colt?" Dean asked.
"I think we should talk to Gilda again," Sam replied.
"The angel blades kill everything - "
"Not Leviathan."
"They're different - "
"Fairies are different, too," Sam cut him off. "They're not on the demon/angel spectrum. Maybe not even on the Leviathan/monster spectrum. We can't just hope the same brute force will work on them."
"Wait, Lucifer himself said the Colt could kill all but five things - "
"Lucifer? You're going to go with him on this one?" Sam snapped. "We know it can't kill him. We saw that, but you're gonna take his word on it?"
"You think he lied?"
"Even if he was telling the truth," Sam said, "his big sin was pride Dean, remember? He considered all the Pagan gods a waste of space. What makes you think he'd even think about fairies?"
"Fine," Dean said, frustrated. "What do you suggest?"
"I suggest we get Charlie on the phone and asked her about all this. Maybe Gilda can fill in a few blanks."
"Sam," Dean warned.
His brother hadn't seen it: a dark shape appeared in the room. Its blue eyes sparkled slightly cold as it sized the two Winchesters up.
"What?"
"Silver bullets," Dean whispered as quietly as possible.
"Right - "
It happened in the blink of an eye. The creature moved towards Sam's chair; Dean shot at its head. He hit his mark, and it stopped. The dark elf was dead.
"No - "
The voice came from another dark elf. Sam reacted instinctively; he could see barely more than its outline. Still, he hit his mark: his silver knife sank down into its neck.
"What the hell?" Dean asked.
"Well, their boss did attack me," Sam replied. "They're doing their follow up thing."
"Then I think we need to do our light them on fire thing," Dean replied. "Just in case these guys are contagious, too."
Cas opened his phone; it said the call was from an unknown number.
"Hello?"
"Castiel?" asked a woman's voice.
"Who is this?"
"My name is Brandy," she said. "I was Naomi's vessel for a time."
"I see."
"Is this Castiel?"
"What do you want?"
"I have information for you," she replied. "I wanted to tell Sam or Dean, but I couldn't. I, uh, choked I guess you can say. So I will ask one last time: is this Castiel?"
"Yes."
"Good, then listen closely, please."
"Charlie?" Dean said into his phone.
"Hey Dean," Charlie said happily. "Gilda told me that fairies don't usually stay in this realm unless summoned because it's dangerous for them."
"Dangerous how?"
"Apparently, in Avalon, only a few things can actually hurt fairies, but here on Earth, plenty of things can."
"I like that, keep going."
"She said a fairy impaled on a bone of any animal loyal to humankind will die."
"She didn't happen to mention which animals, did she?" Dean asked.
"No, sorry. Wasn't exactly a hot topic," Charlie replied. "And I'd rather not have to grill her on it again, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, thanks Charlie. You rock."
"I know it. Now go kill that jerk, bitches!"
"Will do, thanks."
Lawrence, Kansas. Castiel paced through Stull Cemetery, avoiding the area he came here to examine. Everything inside him told him that this was a trap; Naomi wanted to capture him and this was her method.
Kevin walked a few paces behind the angel. After about an hour, he finally spoke up.
"Castiel, it's over this way."
The angel followed the prophet to a small cleft in the earth. It was subtle; had he not been looking for it, he would have assumed it was simply the shape of the earth. But it wasn't. The cleft ran through an area of the cemetery that Cas recognized. This was where he found Dean kneeling after Sam jumped into the pit with Lucifer and Adam/Michael.
"It's true?" Cas asked Kevin. "It can't be."
"Look around us."
It took the angel a moment before he saw what Kevin meant. Around them in every direction, vegetation was decimated. Cas never understood how powerful denial could be before this moment. He should have seen this as soon as they drove here.
"Let's go," Kevin insisted. "Just because it's true doesn't mean this isn't a trap."
The angel nodded needlessly as he walked back to the pickup truck.
"I'll drive," Kevin offered.
"Maybe Jesse caused this when he raised Adam out of the cage," Cas suggested as they pulled away. "No matter how powerful he is, he would still require a mode of egress - "
"Cas," Kevin interrupted, "Even if Jesse did make that crack, you think he made the vegetation die out?"
"When someone is resurrected, that can happen."
"I think it would be best if we assume the worse possible scenario," Kevin replied. "Then if that's not the case, we can be pleasantly surprised for once."
"You sound angry," Cas remarked.
"When God gave me that message - " Kevin began. He stopped. Then he corrected himself, "If God gave me that message for Jesse, and this is what happened? Of course I'm angry."
"You think you were tricked?"
"I feel used, one way or another," Kevin replied. "Wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
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Primary Post: 09x14 Helium in Limbo
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Helium in Limbo
Subtitle: Rev on the Red Line
Superset: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,244
Genre: General, Episode Related
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Episode Spoilers: Through episode 08x19 "Taxi Driver"
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Summary: The Winchesters attempt to piece together a plan to stop the attacks. Meanwhile, Cas receives shocking news.
"You let the guy get away?" Dean asked as Sam put ice on his side.
"No, Dean, the guy knocked me on my ass and I slashed him. Then he ran away before I could catch my breath."
Dean couldn't suppress his laughter. "You got bowled over by an elf. You. You're like two of him."
"A little bit of focus, Dean," Sam said. "What did you find out?"
"This guy was around about a hundred years ago, doing the same thing in Detroit. Some hunters locked him away in the Catacombs back in the sixties."
"Hunters knew about the Catacombs?" Sam asked.
"I don't think so," Dean replied. "Seems more like they found a spot that could hold him and shoved his ass in. Didn't waste time thinking about it."
"Okay, so where's this guy from?"
"I asked Charlie to talk to Gilda about it, since she's - "
"Also a fairy, sure. What'd she say?"
"His name is Galaad, he was one a prince exiled from Avalon because of his love of chaos," Dean replied.
"Wait, hold on," Sam said as he pulled up a file on his computer. "Bobby had something about that - "
"You digitalized Bobby's stuff?"
"Some of it. Most of it, actually," Sam replied. "Listen to this: The Nain Rouge's presence was marked with undue chaos because with him comes a plague of dark elves who seek to win his favor through the tricks and curses they cast upon his chosen victims."
"Win his favor?" Dean asked. "Like he's king of Avalon?"
"Well, he was an heir to the throne at one point," Sam replied. "Maybe they think he'll return with them and they'll gain control over Avalon or something."
"Okay, so if we gank him, you think we'll need to worry about the Evil Keebler bastards?" Dean asked.
"I'm guessing yes."
"Good, otherwise I made us a crapload of silver bullets for nothing."
"Dean, you're missing something."
"Missing? What?"
"We don't know how to kill this guy," Sam pointed out. "Hunters fifty years ago couldn't figure it out, so - "
"Hunters fifty years ago weren't us," Dean reminded his younger brother. "Maybe we need to try something like this."
Dean pulled out an angel blade.
"Really?" Sam asked.
"What you think we'll need the Colt?" Dean asked.
"I think we should talk to Gilda again," Sam replied.
"The angel blades kill everything - "
"Not Leviathan."
"They're different - "
"Fairies are different, too," Sam cut him off. "They're not on the demon/angel spectrum. Maybe not even on the Leviathan/monster spectrum. We can't just hope the same brute force will work on them."
"Wait, Lucifer himself said the Colt could kill all but five things - "
"Lucifer? You're going to go with him on this one?" Sam snapped. "We know it can't kill him. We saw that, but you're gonna take his word on it?"
"You think he lied?"
"Even if he was telling the truth," Sam said, "his big sin was pride Dean, remember? He considered all the Pagan gods a waste of space. What makes you think he'd even think about fairies?"
"Fine," Dean said, frustrated. "What do you suggest?"
"I suggest we get Charlie on the phone and asked her about all this. Maybe Gilda can fill in a few blanks."
"Sam," Dean warned.
His brother hadn't seen it: a dark shape appeared in the room. Its blue eyes sparkled slightly cold as it sized the two Winchesters up.
"What?"
"Silver bullets," Dean whispered as quietly as possible.
"Right - "
It happened in the blink of an eye. The creature moved towards Sam's chair; Dean shot at its head. He hit his mark, and it stopped. The dark elf was dead.
"No - "
The voice came from another dark elf. Sam reacted instinctively; he could see barely more than its outline. Still, he hit his mark: his silver knife sank down into its neck.
"What the hell?" Dean asked.
"Well, their boss did attack me," Sam replied. "They're doing their follow up thing."
"Then I think we need to do our light them on fire thing," Dean replied. "Just in case these guys are contagious, too."
Cas opened his phone; it said the call was from an unknown number.
"Hello?"
"Castiel?" asked a woman's voice.
"Who is this?"
"My name is Brandy," she said. "I was Naomi's vessel for a time."
"I see."
"Is this Castiel?"
"What do you want?"
"I have information for you," she replied. "I wanted to tell Sam or Dean, but I couldn't. I, uh, choked I guess you can say. So I will ask one last time: is this Castiel?"
"Yes."
"Good, then listen closely, please."
"Charlie?" Dean said into his phone.
"Hey Dean," Charlie said happily. "Gilda told me that fairies don't usually stay in this realm unless summoned because it's dangerous for them."
"Dangerous how?"
"Apparently, in Avalon, only a few things can actually hurt fairies, but here on Earth, plenty of things can."
"I like that, keep going."
"She said a fairy impaled on a bone of any animal loyal to humankind will die."
"She didn't happen to mention which animals, did she?" Dean asked.
"No, sorry. Wasn't exactly a hot topic," Charlie replied. "And I'd rather not have to grill her on it again, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, thanks Charlie. You rock."
"I know it. Now go kill that jerk, bitches!"
"Will do, thanks."
Lawrence, Kansas. Castiel paced through Stull Cemetery, avoiding the area he came here to examine. Everything inside him told him that this was a trap; Naomi wanted to capture him and this was her method.
Kevin walked a few paces behind the angel. After about an hour, he finally spoke up.
"Castiel, it's over this way."
The angel followed the prophet to a small cleft in the earth. It was subtle; had he not been looking for it, he would have assumed it was simply the shape of the earth. But it wasn't. The cleft ran through an area of the cemetery that Cas recognized. This was where he found Dean kneeling after Sam jumped into the pit with Lucifer and Adam/Michael.
"It's true?" Cas asked Kevin. "It can't be."
"Look around us."
It took the angel a moment before he saw what Kevin meant. Around them in every direction, vegetation was decimated. Cas never understood how powerful denial could be before this moment. He should have seen this as soon as they drove here.
"Let's go," Kevin insisted. "Just because it's true doesn't mean this isn't a trap."
The angel nodded needlessly as he walked back to the pickup truck.
"I'll drive," Kevin offered.
"Maybe Jesse caused this when he raised Adam out of the cage," Cas suggested as they pulled away. "No matter how powerful he is, he would still require a mode of egress - "
"Cas," Kevin interrupted, "Even if Jesse did make that crack, you think he made the vegetation die out?"
"When someone is resurrected, that can happen."
"I think it would be best if we assume the worse possible scenario," Kevin replied. "Then if that's not the case, we can be pleasantly surprised for once."
"You sound angry," Cas remarked.
"When God gave me that message - " Kevin began. He stopped. Then he corrected himself, "If God gave me that message for Jesse, and this is what happened? Of course I'm angry."
"You think you were tricked?"
"I feel used, one way or another," Kevin replied. "Wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
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