09x21 - The Montage Jack - Part Two: Seven-High Straight
Episode number: 09x21 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: The Montage Jack
Subtitle: Seven-High Straight
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,512
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, violence, innuendo
Castiel sifted through the clothing, paper, and photos that covered the walls of Dodge's room. Dean would be unhappy when he woke up to find him gone, but he needed to sort this out. Dodge's state was fragile, and Sam's reaction to it didn't help matters. The angel wanted to be prepared.
He transcribed names and words from other languages into English for the Winchesters.
He didn't like what he saw: names, dates, and partial incantations. There was also a repeated phrase that was something like 'back to rubble' or 'back to the horizon.' It only appeared in Enochian and a few other obscure languages, all of which were commonly used in witchcraft and spell work.
To Castiel, the message of her vision, or at least Sam's recounting of it, was clear: the blood of an innocent purges the darkness from the world. The texts that Dodge scribbled down reminded Cas of the rituals used to open Purgatory, but he only knew rituals to take things out of that place, not throw them in.
"Please tell me that you've found something," Sam said.
"Some of this could be a kind of banishing spell," Cas said, his voice clearly skeptical of his own deduction.
"That's it?" Sam asked. "Banishing what? Where? When?"
"I cannot say," Cas said.
"What about a guess?"
The angel disliked Sam's current disposition, and he wasn't in the mood to handle it well. "I guess it could be hundreds of things," he replied. "Until she is able to tell us more about what she saw, our conclusions will be limited at best."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Banishing. That's what you said."
"Yes, but - "
"Banishing what?"
Cas shook his head. "I see indications of Purgatory."
"Okay, banishing things to Purgatory," Sam said, his eyes lighting up. "And blackness. She said the blackness disappeared."
"Right," Cas said with disinterest.
"Leviathan," Sam said. "It's gotta be."
"Banishing Leviathan back to Purgatory?" Castiel asked. "You think this is some kind of instruction? So you and Dean can kill Leviathan without my assistance?"
Sam shook his head. "It involved human sacrifice, and we don't do that."
"I don't understand," Cas said. "Leviathans are enemies of Heaven. Usually Dodge's visions illuminate the activity of our enemies, not their demise."
"Unless our other enemies are behind it," Sam pointed out. "Maybe Lucifer is going after the Leviathan."
"Lucifer can smite Leviathan," Cas dismissed. "He might not be as powerful as he once was, but he has at least the power I do."
"Okay, then, what about the King of Hell, Paimon?"
The angel considered it, "That is possible. But there was no mention of him or his presence in the vision."
"Dodge is still sleeping, she might be able to tell us more when she wakes up," Sam replied. "This is a good start - "
"Unless it's wrong," Cas cut him off. "You're literally guessing. We haven't even been able to figure out the dead witches and what their battle meant, and you're trying to tie this vision in. Inventing an answer. It's dangerous to do that, especially now."
"Why? If Paimon and Lucifer are tossing the big mouths back into Purgatory, that's a good thing. For us," Sam said.
Cas was near the end of his patience, but he held onto it a little longer. "Remember that the battle between Michael and Lucifer would have created massive collateral damage?" he asked. After Sam nodded, he added, "Why do you think that is?"
"Because they were both powerful archangels - "
"And the fight between them would cause supernatural and natural disasters alike," Cas said. "Lucifer is trying to rebuild his power, and whatever force opposing him is doing the same."
"How does shutting down Leviathans give Lucifer power?" Sam asked. "Wouldn't that just weaken the Leviathan?"
Cas shook his head. "Lucifer is old, and he knows things. He could be building power through their banishment. Or just weakening his enemies. I don't know. That's the point."
Sam shifted his weight uncomfortably. "You're saying that these two forces, they're gearing up."
"We've established as much," the angel protested.
"But you're telling me that they could become so powerful that the battle between them could be as bad as Michael versus Lucifer?"
"Possibly even worse," Cas replied.
He waited for a few minutes. Sam didn't say anything. "You should go back to sleep," Cas said.
"You want me to sleep? After that?"
"Dodge needs you," Cas replied. "If you can't sleep, then go be with her."
Sam nodded idly at that and walked off, leaving the angel in peace for a few more hours until Dean woke up.
Piedmont, Alabama. Tara and Alan drove to work together. It wasn't really carpooling, it was just good sense. They pulled into the garage and parked like clockwork at 7:42am. Tara pulled their briefcases out of the back seat and handed Alan's off as they made their way up to the main doors.
Just as they ducked under the garage height warning signs, the world thickened. They were stuck.
"Sorry," a male voice said. "But you've reached your expiration date."
Kull plunged his fists through Tara's and Alan's spines. Their mouths oozed black blood and silenced their screams. Satisfied with his efforts, Kull released their now-vacant bodies and pilfered their suitcases.
He disappeared before security made their rounds thirty seconds later.
Dean woke up next to Cas, who was watching him.
"Morning, Dean."
"Cas," Dean replied sleepily. "How's it going?"
"Dodge is currently being incapacitated by her visions, and your brother is beside himself and very annoying," Cas replied quickly. "I came in here because I knew he wouldn't follow."
"Cas," Dean said patiently. "I appreciate honesty, so I'll tell you the truth: I don't appreciate honesty."
Cas tilted his head, but before he could speak, Dean continued, "I mean, you came back to bed not to be with me, but to get away from Sam?" Dean asked. "That's cold."
"Actually, I came back to bed for both," Cas clarified.
Dean laughed. "Anything else I should know? Before I rub my eyes?"
"From what I can discern, I believe it is possible that demons are banishing Leviathan back to Purgatory by sacrificing virgins," Cas said in a flat monotone.
Cas cupped Dean's cheek and kissed him as he pulled the hunter up in a sitting position.
Dean kissed back, but he stopped shortly after. "Cas, talking about killing virgins? That's not good foreplay."
"I didn't mean to initiate sexual contact," the angel replied. "I only meant to expedite getting you out of bed."
"Wow, you're a peach this morning," Dean said.
"I'm not a stone fruit, Dean."
"Jerk," he muttered as he got up and stretched.
"Garth, you can't be serious," Sam said into his phone. "No! No! Hell no!"
"What is it?" Dean asked as he joined Sam in the war room.
To Dean he said, "Garth's got a case, but we don't have time."
"Gimme," Dean said as he took the phone. "Garth. What do you got?"
"Two dead folks."
"Okay. And?"
"Coroner reported they were asphyxiated by black goo," Garth said. "Which was the polite way of him saying they were obliterated by it. Definite Leviathan kill."
"Of two people?"
"That's right."
"Garth, big mouths - they eat people. Whole. They don't leave sloppy bits," Dean replied.
"Maybe they do when there's demons involved," Garth said quietly.
"I just woke up. Little hazy. What?"
"Sulfur was found. Everywhere," Garth said.
"If you're on this case, why are you calling us?"
"I'm out in Cali, I can't take this case, Dean. Not in time."
"In time? In time for what?"
"Aiden and Krissy. They're the ones who caught wind of this, and I'm not sure how much illegal crapola they can do and git away with right now, Dean. If you and Sam are out there, they'll at least back off."
"Krissy? And Aiden?" Dean repeated slowly. "You sure?"
"Hell yeah I'm sure."
"I thought they were with, you know," Dean said, meaning Linda Tran and Jo Barnes.
"They are, but dude, someone needs to git out there, please, just, go, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
Dean hung up.
"Sammy, pack your stuff."
"We can't."
"We need to."
"Dodge is - "
"Kevin is here," Dean said. "He can look after Dodge."
"Someone should be here looking after Kevin," Sam said. "Not the other way around."
"The dude's a good guy, he can handle it - "
"I'm not going anywhere with Dodge in this condition, Dean!" Sam yelled back.
Dean saddled up and closed in on his brother. "I get it. Your girlfriend is sick and you don't wanna leave her behind. But right now, she's in the safest place on earth. And we got friends out there that are in danger. Come on, man, this is Krissy and Aiden - "
"No."
Dean couldn't read Sam's face. His little brother wasn't doing well or backing down, either.
"Fine, Cas and I will take this, but only because he can teleport your ass to Hong Kong if we need you."
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Primary Post: 09x21 The Montage Jack
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: The Montage Jack
Subtitle: Seven-High Straight
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,512
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, violence, innuendo
Castiel sifted through the clothing, paper, and photos that covered the walls of Dodge's room. Dean would be unhappy when he woke up to find him gone, but he needed to sort this out. Dodge's state was fragile, and Sam's reaction to it didn't help matters. The angel wanted to be prepared.
He transcribed names and words from other languages into English for the Winchesters.
He didn't like what he saw: names, dates, and partial incantations. There was also a repeated phrase that was something like 'back to rubble' or 'back to the horizon.' It only appeared in Enochian and a few other obscure languages, all of which were commonly used in witchcraft and spell work.
To Castiel, the message of her vision, or at least Sam's recounting of it, was clear: the blood of an innocent purges the darkness from the world. The texts that Dodge scribbled down reminded Cas of the rituals used to open Purgatory, but he only knew rituals to take things out of that place, not throw them in.
"Please tell me that you've found something," Sam said.
"Some of this could be a kind of banishing spell," Cas said, his voice clearly skeptical of his own deduction.
"That's it?" Sam asked. "Banishing what? Where? When?"
"I cannot say," Cas said.
"What about a guess?"
The angel disliked Sam's current disposition, and he wasn't in the mood to handle it well. "I guess it could be hundreds of things," he replied. "Until she is able to tell us more about what she saw, our conclusions will be limited at best."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Banishing. That's what you said."
"Yes, but - "
"Banishing what?"
Cas shook his head. "I see indications of Purgatory."
"Okay, banishing things to Purgatory," Sam said, his eyes lighting up. "And blackness. She said the blackness disappeared."
"Right," Cas said with disinterest.
"Leviathan," Sam said. "It's gotta be."
"Banishing Leviathan back to Purgatory?" Castiel asked. "You think this is some kind of instruction? So you and Dean can kill Leviathan without my assistance?"
Sam shook his head. "It involved human sacrifice, and we don't do that."
"I don't understand," Cas said. "Leviathans are enemies of Heaven. Usually Dodge's visions illuminate the activity of our enemies, not their demise."
"Unless our other enemies are behind it," Sam pointed out. "Maybe Lucifer is going after the Leviathan."
"Lucifer can smite Leviathan," Cas dismissed. "He might not be as powerful as he once was, but he has at least the power I do."
"Okay, then, what about the King of Hell, Paimon?"
The angel considered it, "That is possible. But there was no mention of him or his presence in the vision."
"Dodge is still sleeping, she might be able to tell us more when she wakes up," Sam replied. "This is a good start - "
"Unless it's wrong," Cas cut him off. "You're literally guessing. We haven't even been able to figure out the dead witches and what their battle meant, and you're trying to tie this vision in. Inventing an answer. It's dangerous to do that, especially now."
"Why? If Paimon and Lucifer are tossing the big mouths back into Purgatory, that's a good thing. For us," Sam said.
Cas was near the end of his patience, but he held onto it a little longer. "Remember that the battle between Michael and Lucifer would have created massive collateral damage?" he asked. After Sam nodded, he added, "Why do you think that is?"
"Because they were both powerful archangels - "
"And the fight between them would cause supernatural and natural disasters alike," Cas said. "Lucifer is trying to rebuild his power, and whatever force opposing him is doing the same."
"How does shutting down Leviathans give Lucifer power?" Sam asked. "Wouldn't that just weaken the Leviathan?"
Cas shook his head. "Lucifer is old, and he knows things. He could be building power through their banishment. Or just weakening his enemies. I don't know. That's the point."
Sam shifted his weight uncomfortably. "You're saying that these two forces, they're gearing up."
"We've established as much," the angel protested.
"But you're telling me that they could become so powerful that the battle between them could be as bad as Michael versus Lucifer?"
"Possibly even worse," Cas replied.
He waited for a few minutes. Sam didn't say anything. "You should go back to sleep," Cas said.
"You want me to sleep? After that?"
"Dodge needs you," Cas replied. "If you can't sleep, then go be with her."
Sam nodded idly at that and walked off, leaving the angel in peace for a few more hours until Dean woke up.
Piedmont, Alabama. Tara and Alan drove to work together. It wasn't really carpooling, it was just good sense. They pulled into the garage and parked like clockwork at 7:42am. Tara pulled their briefcases out of the back seat and handed Alan's off as they made their way up to the main doors.
Just as they ducked under the garage height warning signs, the world thickened. They were stuck.
"Sorry," a male voice said. "But you've reached your expiration date."
Kull plunged his fists through Tara's and Alan's spines. Their mouths oozed black blood and silenced their screams. Satisfied with his efforts, Kull released their now-vacant bodies and pilfered their suitcases.
He disappeared before security made their rounds thirty seconds later.
Dean woke up next to Cas, who was watching him.
"Morning, Dean."
"Cas," Dean replied sleepily. "How's it going?"
"Dodge is currently being incapacitated by her visions, and your brother is beside himself and very annoying," Cas replied quickly. "I came in here because I knew he wouldn't follow."
"Cas," Dean said patiently. "I appreciate honesty, so I'll tell you the truth: I don't appreciate honesty."
Cas tilted his head, but before he could speak, Dean continued, "I mean, you came back to bed not to be with me, but to get away from Sam?" Dean asked. "That's cold."
"Actually, I came back to bed for both," Cas clarified.
Dean laughed. "Anything else I should know? Before I rub my eyes?"
"From what I can discern, I believe it is possible that demons are banishing Leviathan back to Purgatory by sacrificing virgins," Cas said in a flat monotone.
Cas cupped Dean's cheek and kissed him as he pulled the hunter up in a sitting position.
Dean kissed back, but he stopped shortly after. "Cas, talking about killing virgins? That's not good foreplay."
"I didn't mean to initiate sexual contact," the angel replied. "I only meant to expedite getting you out of bed."
"Wow, you're a peach this morning," Dean said.
"I'm not a stone fruit, Dean."
"Jerk," he muttered as he got up and stretched.
"Garth, you can't be serious," Sam said into his phone. "No! No! Hell no!"
"What is it?" Dean asked as he joined Sam in the war room.
To Dean he said, "Garth's got a case, but we don't have time."
"Gimme," Dean said as he took the phone. "Garth. What do you got?"
"Two dead folks."
"Okay. And?"
"Coroner reported they were asphyxiated by black goo," Garth said. "Which was the polite way of him saying they were obliterated by it. Definite Leviathan kill."
"Of two people?"
"That's right."
"Garth, big mouths - they eat people. Whole. They don't leave sloppy bits," Dean replied.
"Maybe they do when there's demons involved," Garth said quietly.
"I just woke up. Little hazy. What?"
"Sulfur was found. Everywhere," Garth said.
"If you're on this case, why are you calling us?"
"I'm out in Cali, I can't take this case, Dean. Not in time."
"In time? In time for what?"
"Aiden and Krissy. They're the ones who caught wind of this, and I'm not sure how much illegal crapola they can do and git away with right now, Dean. If you and Sam are out there, they'll at least back off."
"Krissy? And Aiden?" Dean repeated slowly. "You sure?"
"Hell yeah I'm sure."
"I thought they were with, you know," Dean said, meaning Linda Tran and Jo Barnes.
"They are, but dude, someone needs to git out there, please, just, go, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
Dean hung up.
"Sammy, pack your stuff."
"We can't."
"We need to."
"Dodge is - "
"Kevin is here," Dean said. "He can look after Dodge."
"Someone should be here looking after Kevin," Sam said. "Not the other way around."
"The dude's a good guy, he can handle it - "
"I'm not going anywhere with Dodge in this condition, Dean!" Sam yelled back.
Dean saddled up and closed in on his brother. "I get it. Your girlfriend is sick and you don't wanna leave her behind. But right now, she's in the safest place on earth. And we got friends out there that are in danger. Come on, man, this is Krissy and Aiden - "
"No."
Dean couldn't read Sam's face. His little brother wasn't doing well or backing down, either.
"Fine, Cas and I will take this, but only because he can teleport your ass to Hong Kong if we need you."
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