09x18 - Downpour in Cairo - Part Three: Now and Always
Episode number: 09x18 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Downpour in Cairo
Subtitle: Now and Always
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 2,095
Rating: R
Warnings: language, violence, innuendo
Castiel shifted through a pile of notes, searching for certain keywords.
A particular page captured his attention. Dozens of questions, all handwritten, were laid out across the page. All of them were question related to the soul.
"RE: The power of the soul. Why can two souls make a new soul, yet two angels with all their Grace cannot make a new angel? How do vampires, werewolves, etc. claim a soul for Purgatory? What is the nature of Eve's affliction for the soul?"
The list went on and on. Castiel was mesmerized.
"Cas," Kevin said approaching the baffled angel. "You find something?"
"Not related to the case," Cas said, but he didn't put the soul questions down.
Kevin became embarrassed. "That's nothing," he said.
"This is a list of philosophical questions related to the nature of the soul," Cas said. "And it is immensely interesting."
"It's just - the Demon Tablet, Angel Tablet, even the Leviathan Tablet - they all talk about the soul as if I know things already, and I don't."
"You think there is a Soul Tablet?" Castiel asked.
"I don't know. Maybe I'm just the worst prophet ever."
"Having seen all the prophets before you, I assure you, you deserve no such title. You are not only lucid and friendly as a human, but you seek knowledge without destroying yourself. In fact, I would suggest you are the best prophet yet."
"Thanks. But I think we really need to find something, Cas. For Sam and Dean."
"Of course."
Dean dropped heavily onto his own bed. He'd taken his own room at the same motel Sam stayed in; it just made sense.
Their entire day was a bust. The parents sobbed and said their little girl didn't have any enemies. Dean swiped her diary and found out she wasn't a virgin anymore, but other than that, there was nothing.
Sam's angle on the horses proved that she hadn't ridden recently, so maybe whatever it was took the form of a horse. That'd narrow down the search.
Turning up bumpkins? Never a good sign. Sam's new girlfriend? Also never a good sign. Seriously, ever since Jessica, Sam only picked monsters. He walked away from Sarah and wound up sleeping with a werewolf instead. Sure, he thought she was cured at the time, but still! Madison was a monster. Then Ruby. God knows who Sam screwed when he was a soulless dick. And then there was Amelia. She was human, and maybe even a good woman, but Sam shacked up with her instead of looking for Dean.
Dean's stomach dropped as he remembered that Naomi had messed with Sam's brain.
The only good thing about Dodge was that she was painfully human, but she was heaven's little vision-receiving bitch and FBI. Two solid reasons not to trust her, so of course Sam fell for her.
Dean fumed over his brother more than the lack of direction on the case.
The thirst dragged her down and pulled her apart. She was hungry, and heat drew her in. A young woman with pale eyes walked by, and her heartbeat echoed loudly. Ravenous and malevolent, she sprinted toward a young woman and leapt on her -
Pain, agony, and the horrific sound of snapping -
Dodge managed to catch her breath, certain she'd just experienced decapitation. She ran her hand across her neck.
"Dodge," Sam whispered. He was right next to her, but she hadn't noticed until he spoke. "What was that?"
"I - uh, dunno," she said. "It was so - I - "
"Here," Sam gave her some water. "Drink. Breathe. Take your time."
She gulped down water, and the visceral sensation of swallowing blood flashed through her sense memory, making her gag.
"I think my vision was about - a vampire?" Dodge said. "I got my head cut off."
"As a vampire?" Sam asked.
"Yes," she said. "I attacked a young girl. I recognized her, I think, but before I could attack her, my head was cut off."
"So you were the vampire in this vision?" Sam asked. "Aren't you usually someone else? Other than the monster?"
"One time I was you."
"Okay, but whatever did the drowning last night wasn't a vampire. You think there's a connection?"
"I have no idea," Dodge replied. "But, I don't know if I can stay here."
"What, what do you mean?"
"I mean, I've gotta really bad feeling about staying here alone."
"Okay, then, you should come with us - "
"Not a good idea."
"Dodge, what's up?" Sam asked. "You can tell me, okay? I mean this could just be the aftermath of the vision."
"No, no, this is something - it's bad whatever it is," she said. "Someone's looking for you. And he's getting angry he can't find you. It's like that feeling you get when someone walks over your grave. I felt that right before I got shot on the job five years ago, and ever since then, I pay attention. And I'm getting it loud and clear."
"Because of the vampire?"
"No, separate thing," she said. "I - can't explain it. And I gotta say, I kinda feel like my marbles are spilling - "
"Hey, stop," Sam interrupted. "I used to get visions, and they made me feel like I was going nuts, too."
"You did?"
"Not from angels," Sam said. "It was - a demon infected me with demon blood as an infant. It gave me some minor psychic powers, including dreams, visions."
"You don't have them anymore?"
"No," Sam replied. "My system was purged. And the powers went with it."
"Lucky you."
"Lucky me."
Dodge leaned her head into Sam's chest, and he wrapped himself around her.
"I'm gonna call Cas, and he's gonna take you back to the Bunker," Sam said. "You'll be safe there."
"And what about you?" Dodge asked.
"Don't worry. I've got Dean, I'll be fine."
"You sure he's not mad?"
"He's absolutely pissed, but he'll get over it."
Dean's phone rang.
"What?" Dean said by way of greeting.
"Got another body. This one is out in New Haven, Missouri," Sam replied. "Meet you there?"
"Fine."
Dean hung up and sat back in the booth. He read over the data Kevin sent him before he opened his chat screen in exasperation.
"Kev, you're killing me," Dean said.
"What d'ya mean?" Kevin said from the other side of the screen. "It's definitely a Kelpie."
"But Kelpies drown you and slurp all your insides out. They don't stop at heart and lungs."
"Maybe there was something wrong with the body. Maybe she didn't taste good."
"You mean like a snobby monster?" Dean asked. "Nah, if its hungry, it'll eat."
"Maybe someone interrupted its meal."
"Okay, well, Sam said we have another body, so I'm heading out. You keep your nose clean, okay?"
"No problem."
New Haven, Missouri. Sam arrived at the morgue first, and he assured the corner (Todd Sampson) that his partner would be along soon.
"The body was found just after dawn?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, you guys are sure quick," Todd replied. "I barely finished the autopsy on him."
"We were working on a suspicious drowning case a few counties over."
"Hello?" Dean's voice rang through the building.
"Agent Page! We're this way!" Sam shouted.
"Well, there you have it," Todd said as he unceremoniously presented the headless body. "John Doe."
"You haven't IDed him yet?" Dean asked.
"No luck. We think he might be a drifter," Todd said. The sound of a phone ringing caught his attention. "I better get that."
Dean was already looking at the head when Sam asked, "Did you check the teeth?"
The older Winchester used a steel instrument to open the man's mouth. The second pair of vampire teeth descended.
"Huh," Dean huffed.
"Vampire?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, but vamps don't drown people and then eat the heart and lungs. I'm pretty sure the other vic was killed by a Kelpie."
"Dodge had a vision about this, and she was the vamp."
"She was the vamp?" Dean repeated. "What?"
"Yeah, I think we're out here looking for another hunter," Sam replied.
"Why?" Dean asked. "Hunter taking care of business? Maybe send him a fruit basket, sure, but the guy doesn't seem to need an assist."
"Unless he does, and he doesn't know it."
Dean tilted his head, the spitting image of Castiel, except for the exasperating on his face.
Todd returned from his phone call. "Sorry about that," he said.
"What can you tell us?" Dean asked.
"Well, blood in his stomach, not his, B positive," he began. "And it looks like his heart hadn't been beating for days. His circulatory system was a catastrophe."
"You mean, antemortem?" Sam asked.
"Definitely. No idea how he stayed alive."
"Couldn't the damage have happened after death?" Dean asked.
"He was brought in almost immediately."
"He was?"
Todd's confusion became apparent. "You didn't read the report? This guy attacked three people, was shot four times, and kept going. Finally one of the sheriff's old buddies tracked him down - "
"And decapitated him?" Dean asked. "Little extreme, isn't it?"
"Four shots to the chest, and the guy was walking around," Todd said. "Pulled the slugs out myself. They hit his heart, lungs, stomach, diaphragm."
"So what's the theory?"
"Zombie Apocalypse. Evil dead rising. Crazy drug fiend."
"Any theory with evidence?" Sam asked.
"Oh, sorry, no," Todd replied. "If this case wasn't a homicide, I'd be writing a paper."
"Right, thanks," Dean said.
"Can we getta copy of the police report? We'll need to talk to the people who were attacked," Sam said simply.
"Uh, yeah, it's in my office," Todd replied.
"We can wait."
As Todd shuffled off, Sam collected some of John Doe's blood.
"What's up?" Dean asked.
"He could've turned them," Sam said. "We should make a reversal potion, just in case."
"You think of everything, don't you?"
Dean could handle his share of weird cases, and he could deal with another hunter if he had to. It was Sam's willingness to just take Dodge at face value that pissed him off. She told him something about being a vampire, and he just ran with it. Then, he roped Dean into helping without mentioning where the lead came from.
"Here you go," Todd said, returning with the police report. "I think all the victims are down at Oldfield General Hospital still."
The brothers left with a heavy stack of files.
"When were you gonna tell me that this case came from Dodge?" Dean asked. "Would've been nice to know before I drove out here."
"I wasn't hiding it."
"We have a Kelpie kill a few counties over, so maybe we should just split up, each take a case."
"The cases are connected, Dean."
"Says Dodge."
"Says Kevin's mountains of research, dozens of hunter's journals - "
"And Dodge," Dean replied.
"If another hunter is in danger, you're really going to wring your hands and do nothing?" Sam asked. "Just because you don't trust Dodge?"
"No, you don't get to do this Sam - "
"I don't?" Sam asked, finally letting his own frustrations break. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Uh, let's see, which one of us had their head broken by Castiel? Me. Which one of us nearly died because of that? Oh, right, me! And which one of us is currently - "
"Don't lump Cas into this," Dean interrupted.
"Why not?" Sam asked. "I have plenty of reason not to trust him, don't I? He broke Purgatory open. He lied to us for months. But I let all of that go, Dean! And it wasn't for his sake. It was for yours."
"Don't give me that crap."
"Give you what? The truth?" Sam asked. "Because even when Lucifer was driving me out of my gourd, I could see how much you needed Cas around. How much you missed him. Fuck, you kept his bloody, mangled coat in the trunk for months. So when he did come back, I decided it was a good thing. Even if he was bat shit crazy. Because you needed him. And I thought to myself, maybe I should put my petty bullshit aside and let Dean be happy."
"Really? That's what you thought?"
"Cas already said he'd wipe her memory if she tried to turn on us. And you're making it pretty clear that you're not willing to give her a chance - "
"Can't you fucking see? This is Ruby all over again!" Dean finally yelled back.
"Well, if that's the case, then this next part is right in line," Sam said.
He got into his truck and peeled away.
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Primary Post: 09x18 Downpour in Cairo
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Downpour in Cairo
Subtitle: Now and Always
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 2,095
Rating: R
Warnings: language, violence, innuendo
Castiel shifted through a pile of notes, searching for certain keywords.
A particular page captured his attention. Dozens of questions, all handwritten, were laid out across the page. All of them were question related to the soul.
"RE: The power of the soul. Why can two souls make a new soul, yet two angels with all their Grace cannot make a new angel? How do vampires, werewolves, etc. claim a soul for Purgatory? What is the nature of Eve's affliction for the soul?"
The list went on and on. Castiel was mesmerized.
"Cas," Kevin said approaching the baffled angel. "You find something?"
"Not related to the case," Cas said, but he didn't put the soul questions down.
Kevin became embarrassed. "That's nothing," he said.
"This is a list of philosophical questions related to the nature of the soul," Cas said. "And it is immensely interesting."
"It's just - the Demon Tablet, Angel Tablet, even the Leviathan Tablet - they all talk about the soul as if I know things already, and I don't."
"You think there is a Soul Tablet?" Castiel asked.
"I don't know. Maybe I'm just the worst prophet ever."
"Having seen all the prophets before you, I assure you, you deserve no such title. You are not only lucid and friendly as a human, but you seek knowledge without destroying yourself. In fact, I would suggest you are the best prophet yet."
"Thanks. But I think we really need to find something, Cas. For Sam and Dean."
"Of course."
Dean dropped heavily onto his own bed. He'd taken his own room at the same motel Sam stayed in; it just made sense.
Their entire day was a bust. The parents sobbed and said their little girl didn't have any enemies. Dean swiped her diary and found out she wasn't a virgin anymore, but other than that, there was nothing.
Sam's angle on the horses proved that she hadn't ridden recently, so maybe whatever it was took the form of a horse. That'd narrow down the search.
Turning up bumpkins? Never a good sign. Sam's new girlfriend? Also never a good sign. Seriously, ever since Jessica, Sam only picked monsters. He walked away from Sarah and wound up sleeping with a werewolf instead. Sure, he thought she was cured at the time, but still! Madison was a monster. Then Ruby. God knows who Sam screwed when he was a soulless dick. And then there was Amelia. She was human, and maybe even a good woman, but Sam shacked up with her instead of looking for Dean.
Dean's stomach dropped as he remembered that Naomi had messed with Sam's brain.
The only good thing about Dodge was that she was painfully human, but she was heaven's little vision-receiving bitch and FBI. Two solid reasons not to trust her, so of course Sam fell for her.
Dean fumed over his brother more than the lack of direction on the case.
The thirst dragged her down and pulled her apart. She was hungry, and heat drew her in. A young woman with pale eyes walked by, and her heartbeat echoed loudly. Ravenous and malevolent, she sprinted toward a young woman and leapt on her -
Pain, agony, and the horrific sound of snapping -
Dodge managed to catch her breath, certain she'd just experienced decapitation. She ran her hand across her neck.
"Dodge," Sam whispered. He was right next to her, but she hadn't noticed until he spoke. "What was that?"
"I - uh, dunno," she said. "It was so - I - "
"Here," Sam gave her some water. "Drink. Breathe. Take your time."
She gulped down water, and the visceral sensation of swallowing blood flashed through her sense memory, making her gag.
"I think my vision was about - a vampire?" Dodge said. "I got my head cut off."
"As a vampire?" Sam asked.
"Yes," she said. "I attacked a young girl. I recognized her, I think, but before I could attack her, my head was cut off."
"So you were the vampire in this vision?" Sam asked. "Aren't you usually someone else? Other than the monster?"
"One time I was you."
"Okay, but whatever did the drowning last night wasn't a vampire. You think there's a connection?"
"I have no idea," Dodge replied. "But, I don't know if I can stay here."
"What, what do you mean?"
"I mean, I've gotta really bad feeling about staying here alone."
"Okay, then, you should come with us - "
"Not a good idea."
"Dodge, what's up?" Sam asked. "You can tell me, okay? I mean this could just be the aftermath of the vision."
"No, no, this is something - it's bad whatever it is," she said. "Someone's looking for you. And he's getting angry he can't find you. It's like that feeling you get when someone walks over your grave. I felt that right before I got shot on the job five years ago, and ever since then, I pay attention. And I'm getting it loud and clear."
"Because of the vampire?"
"No, separate thing," she said. "I - can't explain it. And I gotta say, I kinda feel like my marbles are spilling - "
"Hey, stop," Sam interrupted. "I used to get visions, and they made me feel like I was going nuts, too."
"You did?"
"Not from angels," Sam said. "It was - a demon infected me with demon blood as an infant. It gave me some minor psychic powers, including dreams, visions."
"You don't have them anymore?"
"No," Sam replied. "My system was purged. And the powers went with it."
"Lucky you."
"Lucky me."
Dodge leaned her head into Sam's chest, and he wrapped himself around her.
"I'm gonna call Cas, and he's gonna take you back to the Bunker," Sam said. "You'll be safe there."
"And what about you?" Dodge asked.
"Don't worry. I've got Dean, I'll be fine."
"You sure he's not mad?"
"He's absolutely pissed, but he'll get over it."
Dean's phone rang.
"What?" Dean said by way of greeting.
"Got another body. This one is out in New Haven, Missouri," Sam replied. "Meet you there?"
"Fine."
Dean hung up and sat back in the booth. He read over the data Kevin sent him before he opened his chat screen in exasperation.
"Kev, you're killing me," Dean said.
"What d'ya mean?" Kevin said from the other side of the screen. "It's definitely a Kelpie."
"But Kelpies drown you and slurp all your insides out. They don't stop at heart and lungs."
"Maybe there was something wrong with the body. Maybe she didn't taste good."
"You mean like a snobby monster?" Dean asked. "Nah, if its hungry, it'll eat."
"Maybe someone interrupted its meal."
"Okay, well, Sam said we have another body, so I'm heading out. You keep your nose clean, okay?"
"No problem."
New Haven, Missouri. Sam arrived at the morgue first, and he assured the corner (Todd Sampson) that his partner would be along soon.
"The body was found just after dawn?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, you guys are sure quick," Todd replied. "I barely finished the autopsy on him."
"We were working on a suspicious drowning case a few counties over."
"Hello?" Dean's voice rang through the building.
"Agent Page! We're this way!" Sam shouted.
"Well, there you have it," Todd said as he unceremoniously presented the headless body. "John Doe."
"You haven't IDed him yet?" Dean asked.
"No luck. We think he might be a drifter," Todd said. The sound of a phone ringing caught his attention. "I better get that."
Dean was already looking at the head when Sam asked, "Did you check the teeth?"
The older Winchester used a steel instrument to open the man's mouth. The second pair of vampire teeth descended.
"Huh," Dean huffed.
"Vampire?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, but vamps don't drown people and then eat the heart and lungs. I'm pretty sure the other vic was killed by a Kelpie."
"Dodge had a vision about this, and she was the vamp."
"She was the vamp?" Dean repeated. "What?"
"Yeah, I think we're out here looking for another hunter," Sam replied.
"Why?" Dean asked. "Hunter taking care of business? Maybe send him a fruit basket, sure, but the guy doesn't seem to need an assist."
"Unless he does, and he doesn't know it."
Dean tilted his head, the spitting image of Castiel, except for the exasperating on his face.
Todd returned from his phone call. "Sorry about that," he said.
"What can you tell us?" Dean asked.
"Well, blood in his stomach, not his, B positive," he began. "And it looks like his heart hadn't been beating for days. His circulatory system was a catastrophe."
"You mean, antemortem?" Sam asked.
"Definitely. No idea how he stayed alive."
"Couldn't the damage have happened after death?" Dean asked.
"He was brought in almost immediately."
"He was?"
Todd's confusion became apparent. "You didn't read the report? This guy attacked three people, was shot four times, and kept going. Finally one of the sheriff's old buddies tracked him down - "
"And decapitated him?" Dean asked. "Little extreme, isn't it?"
"Four shots to the chest, and the guy was walking around," Todd said. "Pulled the slugs out myself. They hit his heart, lungs, stomach, diaphragm."
"So what's the theory?"
"Zombie Apocalypse. Evil dead rising. Crazy drug fiend."
"Any theory with evidence?" Sam asked.
"Oh, sorry, no," Todd replied. "If this case wasn't a homicide, I'd be writing a paper."
"Right, thanks," Dean said.
"Can we getta copy of the police report? We'll need to talk to the people who were attacked," Sam said simply.
"Uh, yeah, it's in my office," Todd replied.
"We can wait."
As Todd shuffled off, Sam collected some of John Doe's blood.
"What's up?" Dean asked.
"He could've turned them," Sam said. "We should make a reversal potion, just in case."
"You think of everything, don't you?"
Dean could handle his share of weird cases, and he could deal with another hunter if he had to. It was Sam's willingness to just take Dodge at face value that pissed him off. She told him something about being a vampire, and he just ran with it. Then, he roped Dean into helping without mentioning where the lead came from.
"Here you go," Todd said, returning with the police report. "I think all the victims are down at Oldfield General Hospital still."
The brothers left with a heavy stack of files.
"When were you gonna tell me that this case came from Dodge?" Dean asked. "Would've been nice to know before I drove out here."
"I wasn't hiding it."
"We have a Kelpie kill a few counties over, so maybe we should just split up, each take a case."
"The cases are connected, Dean."
"Says Dodge."
"Says Kevin's mountains of research, dozens of hunter's journals - "
"And Dodge," Dean replied.
"If another hunter is in danger, you're really going to wring your hands and do nothing?" Sam asked. "Just because you don't trust Dodge?"
"No, you don't get to do this Sam - "
"I don't?" Sam asked, finally letting his own frustrations break. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Uh, let's see, which one of us had their head broken by Castiel? Me. Which one of us nearly died because of that? Oh, right, me! And which one of us is currently - "
"Don't lump Cas into this," Dean interrupted.
"Why not?" Sam asked. "I have plenty of reason not to trust him, don't I? He broke Purgatory open. He lied to us for months. But I let all of that go, Dean! And it wasn't for his sake. It was for yours."
"Don't give me that crap."
"Give you what? The truth?" Sam asked. "Because even when Lucifer was driving me out of my gourd, I could see how much you needed Cas around. How much you missed him. Fuck, you kept his bloody, mangled coat in the trunk for months. So when he did come back, I decided it was a good thing. Even if he was bat shit crazy. Because you needed him. And I thought to myself, maybe I should put my petty bullshit aside and let Dean be happy."
"Really? That's what you thought?"
"Cas already said he'd wipe her memory if she tried to turn on us. And you're making it pretty clear that you're not willing to give her a chance - "
"Can't you fucking see? This is Ruby all over again!" Dean finally yelled back.
"Well, if that's the case, then this next part is right in line," Sam said.
He got into his truck and peeled away.
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