09x24 - Evolution - Part Two: Too Long Ago
Episode number: 09x24 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Evolution
Subtitle: Too Long Ago
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 2,552
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language, innuendo
Blaze waited for commands, as she always did. She didn't worry about the new level of tension, the additional bureaucracy, or the sudden disappearance of several key members of their coven, including Eric. Paimon's assurances might not be more than bald placations for most, but in her case, they were golden.
Paimon arrived suddenly at her side. "You remember that special errand I asked you to prepare?" he asked.
Blaze nodded. "To pave the way, you mean?"
"Yes. Send Caleb," Paimon ordered.
"Is it Therion?" Blaze asked.
"No, this is Lucifer's order," Paimon replied.
"May I ask... what is Therion?" she asked. "If I'm allowed to know."
Paimon considered her for a moment. Blaze was his favorite pet, not to mention a useful asset, and he planned on keeping her for a long time. So he decided to answer her.
"A very long time, too long ago, Therion was born. She's a mutant, a mutt, and we declared her an outcast, a beast of burden. This was when the Knights of Hell freely roamed the Earth, and I traversed the stars with a thought. Between now and then, others have turned to her. The monsters, the Children of Eve, gathered apart from Hell. And now they're grafting to her. That's what Therion is. A magnet for scum. Unfortunately, she's managed a powerful alliance and that's what makes her trouble."
"So she wants another chance at the brass ring," Blaze muttered to herself. "And we need to destroy her."
Paimon smiled. "After you send Caleb, I have a special reserve mission for you."
Castiel returned to the Bunker worse for the ware.
"What happened?" Dean asked.
"The trap that they set was feeble," Cas replied. "Just three demons."
"You've got something," Sam said, indicating a bloody mass over Castiel's ear.
Cas sloughed it off. "Guts, apparently," he said calmly. "The car is in a garage in South Dakota. It's fine."
"She, not it. And, thanks," Dean said.
"And Kevin?" Sam asked.
"With his mother and several others," Castiel replied. "An angel is watching over them."
"Cas, angels are dicks, how - " Dean began.
"A new angel," Cas said. "From a human soul."
"That's really happening?" Sam asked. "Like, really, really happening? People can become angels in Heaven?"
Cas nodded slowly. "His name is Harvelle."
Dean and Sam straightened up. "Harvelle?" Sam repeated. "He's the one who helped me and Dodge - "
"He was Ellen's husband. Jo's father," Cas said solemnly. "And now he walks the earth as an angel."
Dean asked, "Does that mean that Ellen and Jo...?"
"I don't know if they will become angels, or if they are. I'm not in Heaven, I don't know anymore than you do," Cas replied. "And we've more pressing matters at hand."
"Yes, we need to find Jesse," Sam said. "He needs to know what we found."
"Sam, what're we even gonna say? We promised to protect his family, to look out for them, and instead we got conworms crawling out of them and their blood all over our back seat."
"Well we got to try, Dean!" Sam yelled back. "So we need a plan. Step one, find him. Step two, get him to go back with Gabriel and - "
"What?" Dean interrupted. "Hell no. Screw your step two."
"Okay, fine. What do you suggest?"
"Find him and help him take those bastards down!"
"He was trying to get out, Dean. We need to help him do that," Sam said.
"Tried. But they yanked him back in. Just like they did with us, Sammy."
"It doesn't have to be like that," Sam said.
Elk Creek, Nebraska. Gabriel finally touched down at what once was the Turner Residence. He should've come here first, as soon as he was freed, but instead he searched the house and the garden. Something kept him away from this very spot, and he feared that something was Jesse Turner himself. A cambion had the power to cloak himself from everything in creation, including archangels. And if he was cloaking, then he could be using any of his abilities.
The archangel straightened up. There was still time. Time to stop him, time to save him, and he wasn't going to give up. Gabriel just needed to figure what Jesse would do next.
The neighbors... they were spies for Therion and Lucifer alike. That's where Jesse would start.
"You don't get it! I found a conworm," Sam said. "But we don't know what happened. We don't know where their bodies are, but what if he goes after Lucifer instead of Therion? What if he goes after the wrong one?"
"The wrong one?" Dean asked. "They're both evil douchebags who're trying to destroy humanity. There is no wrong one!"
"The only reason they were in danger - the reason they were attacked - was to make Jesse Turner go after someone," Sam said, trying to keep his voice even. "If we let him of off and slaughter Lucifer, then Therion will get what she wants. There will be no one to keep her in check. For all we know, she's just waiting to make her move."
"That's why he needs our help," Dean replied. "Sam, he takes down Lucifer with our help, fine. Then together we take down Therion. He doesn't have to do it alone. Both of them. Gone. Over. Done."
"You are missing the gravity of this situation," Castiel pointed out.
"Full-power grief-driven half-demon ready to take out Satan and a giant spider demon to save the world," Dean said sarcastically. "Nope, pretty much nailed the gravity, Cas."
"Right now, if they went to war, Therion and Lucifer could destroy the Western Hemisphere," Cas said. "But Jesse Turner annihilating their forces? That can make the world burn. Worse than Michael and Lucifer's battle. Ten times worse."
Gabriel found Lockhart, skinwalker pretending to be the family dog, very near death just a mile from the Turner's. His human form had been impaled and left for dead. That was a good sign. If Jesse didn't kill him, maybe he couldn't bring himself to do it at all.
"Who did this?" Gabriel asked.
"You already know," Lockhart said with a smile. "You tried to put that boy on a leash, angel, but he's ours. He's always been ours, and now he's free."
"Jesse Turner is man, a human being, and I never put him on a leash. You understand?" Gabriel said slowly. "Where is he?"
"On a mission."
"If Jesse Turner did this to you, why aren't you dead?"
"So I could send a message...so I could tell Therion what was coming for her."
Gabriel obliterated Lockhart. He couldn't risk the skinwalker sending out anymore messages.
Dean gave a sarcastic huff of a laugh. "So, let me get this straight. If we let Therion and Lucifer fight, the world loses a hemisphere. If Jesse takes them down, we lose the planet."
"That's what I just said," Castiel replied crossly.
"Cas, he means, what do we do?" Sam spoke up. "Are you suggesting that we kill both Lucifer and Therion before Jesse gets to them?"
"Exactly," Castiel said, completely serious.
"Sorry," Dean began. "How do we manage that? We can't even find either of them."
"I might be able to find Jesse," Sam said quietly.
"To what end?" Cas asked. "He's on a path right now - "
"I know that," Sam interrupted.
"And that path is consuming him!" Castiel continued.
"I know that!" Sam yelled. He lowered his voice. "I understand that better than any other human."
"Jesse Turner is not human," Cas pointed out.
"I wasn't human," Sam said quietly. "Not since I was six months old."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Awesome, you two can get together and be all chummy about how much the world screwed you over."
"It's not even about that," Sam said. "Don't you get it? He made the right choice four years ago. And again a few months ago when he reached out for us for help. I can get through to him. That'll give us the time we need to..." Sam trailed off, as if suddenly realizing how the sentence would end.
"What?" Dean asked. "Stop two ginormous armies from immolating the world? Kill Satan and Therion? Make it home for dinner?"
"It's not funny, Dean," Sam replied.
"We're wasting time," Castiel said. "Sam, you can't find Jesse. The cambion is hidden from angels and demons alike."
"Then I guess it's a good thing I'm a Man of Letters," Sam replied. "Maybe you can't spot him, and Lucifer and Therion and whoever the hell else is out there, but I'm going to find him."
"How?" Dean asked. "It's not like we've got a cambion-finder handy. And, yeah, I checked through the book list thing just in case."
Sam shook his head. "You don't get it. Neither of you gets it. This isn't just a cambion. This is Jesse, and he's half-human. You can't find a cambion, but you can find a person."
"You believe that will work?" Castiel asked.
"Yeah, I do. And I'm gonna need your help, Cas. In case he won't talk to me, I need to make some kind of message."
"Why not just record something?" Dean asked.
"Because it needs to be my thoughts, not my words," Sam replied.
"Okay, and meanwhile back in reality, I'm gonna figure out how to kill Therion and Lucifer," Dean said. Then he added to himself, "
Gabriel found the remains of Randy Ridgeway, a shifter. He had been tortured and then finally killed. Jesse had broken him apart telekinetically.
The archangel kept searching. Jesse could always turn back, could always seek redemption. Had Gabriel taken better care of him, this entire situation could've been avoided, and he wasn't going to fail this kid again. He wasn't.
Bob Gilmer's place was torn apart. Sulfur was riddled throughout the house. Gabriel had to sift through broken bits of wood to find anything living.
"I knew someone would come looking," Bob said from under the wreckage. He was literally frozen in the rubble.
"Who are you?" Gabriel asked.
"Call me Riper," Bob-possessed-by-Riper replied. "You're too late. Our little cambion is all grown up and slaughtering like a big boy. He's ours now."
"People keep saying that," Gabriel replied. "But it's not true."
"Oh, but it is."
"Never mind that. Looks like Jesse tethered you here."
"He didn't want to exorcise me."
"You are going to tell me everything you know," Gabriel said. "You understand?"
"That boy is ten times any angel," Riper-Bob said. "You think you scare me?"
Gabriel smiled. "You might've met some of my brothers, or heard stories. But you see, none of them are like me. I spent thousands of years on Earth - "
"Ohhh, scary!" Riper-Bob mocked.
"As the Trickster," Gabriel completed. Riper-Bob jolted. Fear. At last he was getting there. "So like I said, you're gonna tell me everything."
The Bunker was unnaturally silent. Dean had spread books and inventory around him at one end of the war room, examining weapons and collecting notes on Therion. Sam had sequestered himself in his room.
Sam remained committed to the idea that he could entice Jesse to watch a message, and Castiel tried to help, but after the angel handed off the mental orb, Sam locked himself in his room and demanded complete privacy.
"Dean," Cas said. "Do you need any help?"
"I dunno," Dean said sarcastically. "What do you think?"
"I understand your frustration," Cas said. "But taking it out on me clearly isn't a remedy, otherwise your anger would have abated by now."
"Sorry, it's just..." Dean fumbled for the right words. "Sammy thinks he can fix things with words, and that's all Gandhi or whatever. But, human nature, Cas. How many times did people try to stop us? From going after yellow-eyes? Lilith? Hell, how many people tried to stop my dad from going after every evil sonovabitch out there? It didn't stop him or us. Certainly didn't stop Sam."
"You're hard on him for the choices he's made," Cas observed.
"Yeah, well, they were pretty bad."
"You're harder on him than you are on me," Cas said. "And my choices were far worse."
"That's not the same."
"You're right. Sam's human. You should be easier on him."
"Cas, we can't afford to have a fight right now, not with all this other crap - "
"I'm asking you to consider the possibility," Cas interrupted, "that Sam might be successful. With words. Because of who he is and what he's done. He's right. If anyone could succeed, it's him."
"You really think that Sam could convince Jesse not to avenge his own parents?" Dean asked. "Because there's nothing anyone coulda said to me - "
"We're not talking about you," Cas interrupted.
Then Castiel did something Dean did quite frequently. He abruptly changed the subject. "What have you discovered about Therion?" he asked.
"Uh, well," Dean began. "She's just a demonic horse, basically. Nothing special about her... even the Men of Letters didn't know that she was part-monster or whatever."
"She wasn't banished into Hell with the rest of the demons," Castiel observed. "So being a hybrid protected her. I imagined the same could be said for Purgatory. Technically, she doesn't belong in either place."
"That's not all. As a demonic chariot puller, or whatever, she can... and I quote, 'Traverse the spaces between planes.' It gets better. 'She has knowledge of all the planes, and every entry and exit everywhere. She alone holds this ancient knowledge. None may trap her.' That's my favorite part: 'None may trap her.'"
"But we can kill her," Castiel pointed out. "The Men of Letters would have put Therion in the same category as Paimon and Abaddon."
"Sorry, isn't that category ridiculously powerful and un-killable?" Dean asked.
Cas shrugged. "Archangels can kill them. But hunters would need to trap them," Cas replied. "But she can be killed. Just not with normal weapons."
"You think we can snuff her with the Colt?" Dean asked hopefully.
"An angel blade is the only certainty," Castiel replied.
"Awesome," Dean said, tired and frustrated.
The angel put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Dean," he whispered. "With everything ahead of us, at least until Sam's done, there's nothing for us to do."
"We could keep reading," Dean replied.
"I'd rather not," Cas said.
Dean met Castiel's eyes. "Well, me either."
"Dean," Cas said with a dash of exasperation. "You have spent years trying to teach me innuendo. I thought I was getting better at it."
Dean cracked a smile. "Hell yeah you are."
Carnage would be a euphemism for the destruction Gabriel found. Between Riper and the other demons he met, the archangel was finally able to get close enough to pick up a traceable element from Jesse.
The first three demonic hideouts Jesse hit, he simply froze the demons to lock them down. Gabriel disposed of them after his extracted the information he needed; otherwise, those demons would've been frozen in place forever.
Now that he could trace Jesse's movements, though, he found more than just demons. The remains of shifters and skinwalkers were scattered across four states. Jesse wasn't just looking for Therion now; he was decimating her forces.
"Come on, kid," Gabriel whispered. "Don't do this..."
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Primary Post: 09x24 Evolution
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Evolution
Subtitle: Too Long Ago
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 2,552
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language, innuendo
Blaze waited for commands, as she always did. She didn't worry about the new level of tension, the additional bureaucracy, or the sudden disappearance of several key members of their coven, including Eric. Paimon's assurances might not be more than bald placations for most, but in her case, they were golden.
Paimon arrived suddenly at her side. "You remember that special errand I asked you to prepare?" he asked.
Blaze nodded. "To pave the way, you mean?"
"Yes. Send Caleb," Paimon ordered.
"Is it Therion?" Blaze asked.
"No, this is Lucifer's order," Paimon replied.
"May I ask... what is Therion?" she asked. "If I'm allowed to know."
Paimon considered her for a moment. Blaze was his favorite pet, not to mention a useful asset, and he planned on keeping her for a long time. So he decided to answer her.
"A very long time, too long ago, Therion was born. She's a mutant, a mutt, and we declared her an outcast, a beast of burden. This was when the Knights of Hell freely roamed the Earth, and I traversed the stars with a thought. Between now and then, others have turned to her. The monsters, the Children of Eve, gathered apart from Hell. And now they're grafting to her. That's what Therion is. A magnet for scum. Unfortunately, she's managed a powerful alliance and that's what makes her trouble."
"So she wants another chance at the brass ring," Blaze muttered to herself. "And we need to destroy her."
Paimon smiled. "After you send Caleb, I have a special reserve mission for you."
Castiel returned to the Bunker worse for the ware.
"What happened?" Dean asked.
"The trap that they set was feeble," Cas replied. "Just three demons."
"You've got something," Sam said, indicating a bloody mass over Castiel's ear.
Cas sloughed it off. "Guts, apparently," he said calmly. "The car is in a garage in South Dakota. It's fine."
"She, not it. And, thanks," Dean said.
"And Kevin?" Sam asked.
"With his mother and several others," Castiel replied. "An angel is watching over them."
"Cas, angels are dicks, how - " Dean began.
"A new angel," Cas said. "From a human soul."
"That's really happening?" Sam asked. "Like, really, really happening? People can become angels in Heaven?"
Cas nodded slowly. "His name is Harvelle."
Dean and Sam straightened up. "Harvelle?" Sam repeated. "He's the one who helped me and Dodge - "
"He was Ellen's husband. Jo's father," Cas said solemnly. "And now he walks the earth as an angel."
Dean asked, "Does that mean that Ellen and Jo...?"
"I don't know if they will become angels, or if they are. I'm not in Heaven, I don't know anymore than you do," Cas replied. "And we've more pressing matters at hand."
"Yes, we need to find Jesse," Sam said. "He needs to know what we found."
"Sam, what're we even gonna say? We promised to protect his family, to look out for them, and instead we got conworms crawling out of them and their blood all over our back seat."
"Well we got to try, Dean!" Sam yelled back. "So we need a plan. Step one, find him. Step two, get him to go back with Gabriel and - "
"What?" Dean interrupted. "Hell no. Screw your step two."
"Okay, fine. What do you suggest?"
"Find him and help him take those bastards down!"
"He was trying to get out, Dean. We need to help him do that," Sam said.
"Tried. But they yanked him back in. Just like they did with us, Sammy."
"It doesn't have to be like that," Sam said.
Elk Creek, Nebraska. Gabriel finally touched down at what once was the Turner Residence. He should've come here first, as soon as he was freed, but instead he searched the house and the garden. Something kept him away from this very spot, and he feared that something was Jesse Turner himself. A cambion had the power to cloak himself from everything in creation, including archangels. And if he was cloaking, then he could be using any of his abilities.
The archangel straightened up. There was still time. Time to stop him, time to save him, and he wasn't going to give up. Gabriel just needed to figure what Jesse would do next.
The neighbors... they were spies for Therion and Lucifer alike. That's where Jesse would start.
"You don't get it! I found a conworm," Sam said. "But we don't know what happened. We don't know where their bodies are, but what if he goes after Lucifer instead of Therion? What if he goes after the wrong one?"
"The wrong one?" Dean asked. "They're both evil douchebags who're trying to destroy humanity. There is no wrong one!"
"The only reason they were in danger - the reason they were attacked - was to make Jesse Turner go after someone," Sam said, trying to keep his voice even. "If we let him of off and slaughter Lucifer, then Therion will get what she wants. There will be no one to keep her in check. For all we know, she's just waiting to make her move."
"That's why he needs our help," Dean replied. "Sam, he takes down Lucifer with our help, fine. Then together we take down Therion. He doesn't have to do it alone. Both of them. Gone. Over. Done."
"You are missing the gravity of this situation," Castiel pointed out.
"Full-power grief-driven half-demon ready to take out Satan and a giant spider demon to save the world," Dean said sarcastically. "Nope, pretty much nailed the gravity, Cas."
"Right now, if they went to war, Therion and Lucifer could destroy the Western Hemisphere," Cas said. "But Jesse Turner annihilating their forces? That can make the world burn. Worse than Michael and Lucifer's battle. Ten times worse."
Gabriel found Lockhart, skinwalker pretending to be the family dog, very near death just a mile from the Turner's. His human form had been impaled and left for dead. That was a good sign. If Jesse didn't kill him, maybe he couldn't bring himself to do it at all.
"Who did this?" Gabriel asked.
"You already know," Lockhart said with a smile. "You tried to put that boy on a leash, angel, but he's ours. He's always been ours, and now he's free."
"Jesse Turner is man, a human being, and I never put him on a leash. You understand?" Gabriel said slowly. "Where is he?"
"On a mission."
"If Jesse Turner did this to you, why aren't you dead?"
"So I could send a message...so I could tell Therion what was coming for her."
Gabriel obliterated Lockhart. He couldn't risk the skinwalker sending out anymore messages.
Dean gave a sarcastic huff of a laugh. "So, let me get this straight. If we let Therion and Lucifer fight, the world loses a hemisphere. If Jesse takes them down, we lose the planet."
"That's what I just said," Castiel replied crossly.
"Cas, he means, what do we do?" Sam spoke up. "Are you suggesting that we kill both Lucifer and Therion before Jesse gets to them?"
"Exactly," Castiel said, completely serious.
"Sorry," Dean began. "How do we manage that? We can't even find either of them."
"I might be able to find Jesse," Sam said quietly.
"To what end?" Cas asked. "He's on a path right now - "
"I know that," Sam interrupted.
"And that path is consuming him!" Castiel continued.
"I know that!" Sam yelled. He lowered his voice. "I understand that better than any other human."
"Jesse Turner is not human," Cas pointed out.
"I wasn't human," Sam said quietly. "Not since I was six months old."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Awesome, you two can get together and be all chummy about how much the world screwed you over."
"It's not even about that," Sam said. "Don't you get it? He made the right choice four years ago. And again a few months ago when he reached out for us for help. I can get through to him. That'll give us the time we need to..." Sam trailed off, as if suddenly realizing how the sentence would end.
"What?" Dean asked. "Stop two ginormous armies from immolating the world? Kill Satan and Therion? Make it home for dinner?"
"It's not funny, Dean," Sam replied.
"We're wasting time," Castiel said. "Sam, you can't find Jesse. The cambion is hidden from angels and demons alike."
"Then I guess it's a good thing I'm a Man of Letters," Sam replied. "Maybe you can't spot him, and Lucifer and Therion and whoever the hell else is out there, but I'm going to find him."
"How?" Dean asked. "It's not like we've got a cambion-finder handy. And, yeah, I checked through the book list thing just in case."
Sam shook his head. "You don't get it. Neither of you gets it. This isn't just a cambion. This is Jesse, and he's half-human. You can't find a cambion, but you can find a person."
"You believe that will work?" Castiel asked.
"Yeah, I do. And I'm gonna need your help, Cas. In case he won't talk to me, I need to make some kind of message."
"Why not just record something?" Dean asked.
"Because it needs to be my thoughts, not my words," Sam replied.
"Okay, and meanwhile back in reality, I'm gonna figure out how to kill Therion and Lucifer," Dean said. Then he added to himself, "
Gabriel found the remains of Randy Ridgeway, a shifter. He had been tortured and then finally killed. Jesse had broken him apart telekinetically.
The archangel kept searching. Jesse could always turn back, could always seek redemption. Had Gabriel taken better care of him, this entire situation could've been avoided, and he wasn't going to fail this kid again. He wasn't.
Bob Gilmer's place was torn apart. Sulfur was riddled throughout the house. Gabriel had to sift through broken bits of wood to find anything living.
"I knew someone would come looking," Bob said from under the wreckage. He was literally frozen in the rubble.
"Who are you?" Gabriel asked.
"Call me Riper," Bob-possessed-by-Riper replied. "You're too late. Our little cambion is all grown up and slaughtering like a big boy. He's ours now."
"People keep saying that," Gabriel replied. "But it's not true."
"Oh, but it is."
"Never mind that. Looks like Jesse tethered you here."
"He didn't want to exorcise me."
"You are going to tell me everything you know," Gabriel said. "You understand?"
"That boy is ten times any angel," Riper-Bob said. "You think you scare me?"
Gabriel smiled. "You might've met some of my brothers, or heard stories. But you see, none of them are like me. I spent thousands of years on Earth - "
"Ohhh, scary!" Riper-Bob mocked.
"As the Trickster," Gabriel completed. Riper-Bob jolted. Fear. At last he was getting there. "So like I said, you're gonna tell me everything."
The Bunker was unnaturally silent. Dean had spread books and inventory around him at one end of the war room, examining weapons and collecting notes on Therion. Sam had sequestered himself in his room.
Sam remained committed to the idea that he could entice Jesse to watch a message, and Castiel tried to help, but after the angel handed off the mental orb, Sam locked himself in his room and demanded complete privacy.
"Dean," Cas said. "Do you need any help?"
"I dunno," Dean said sarcastically. "What do you think?"
"I understand your frustration," Cas said. "But taking it out on me clearly isn't a remedy, otherwise your anger would have abated by now."
"Sorry, it's just..." Dean fumbled for the right words. "Sammy thinks he can fix things with words, and that's all Gandhi or whatever. But, human nature, Cas. How many times did people try to stop us? From going after yellow-eyes? Lilith? Hell, how many people tried to stop my dad from going after every evil sonovabitch out there? It didn't stop him or us. Certainly didn't stop Sam."
"You're hard on him for the choices he's made," Cas observed.
"Yeah, well, they were pretty bad."
"You're harder on him than you are on me," Cas said. "And my choices were far worse."
"That's not the same."
"You're right. Sam's human. You should be easier on him."
"Cas, we can't afford to have a fight right now, not with all this other crap - "
"I'm asking you to consider the possibility," Cas interrupted, "that Sam might be successful. With words. Because of who he is and what he's done. He's right. If anyone could succeed, it's him."
"You really think that Sam could convince Jesse not to avenge his own parents?" Dean asked. "Because there's nothing anyone coulda said to me - "
"We're not talking about you," Cas interrupted.
Then Castiel did something Dean did quite frequently. He abruptly changed the subject. "What have you discovered about Therion?" he asked.
"Uh, well," Dean began. "She's just a demonic horse, basically. Nothing special about her... even the Men of Letters didn't know that she was part-monster or whatever."
"She wasn't banished into Hell with the rest of the demons," Castiel observed. "So being a hybrid protected her. I imagined the same could be said for Purgatory. Technically, she doesn't belong in either place."
"That's not all. As a demonic chariot puller, or whatever, she can... and I quote, 'Traverse the spaces between planes.' It gets better. 'She has knowledge of all the planes, and every entry and exit everywhere. She alone holds this ancient knowledge. None may trap her.' That's my favorite part: 'None may trap her.'"
"But we can kill her," Castiel pointed out. "The Men of Letters would have put Therion in the same category as Paimon and Abaddon."
"Sorry, isn't that category ridiculously powerful and un-killable?" Dean asked.
Cas shrugged. "Archangels can kill them. But hunters would need to trap them," Cas replied. "But she can be killed. Just not with normal weapons."
"You think we can snuff her with the Colt?" Dean asked hopefully.
"An angel blade is the only certainty," Castiel replied.
"Awesome," Dean said, tired and frustrated.
The angel put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Dean," he whispered. "With everything ahead of us, at least until Sam's done, there's nothing for us to do."
"We could keep reading," Dean replied.
"I'd rather not," Cas said.
Dean met Castiel's eyes. "Well, me either."
"Dean," Cas said with a dash of exasperation. "You have spent years trying to teach me innuendo. I thought I was getting better at it."
Dean cracked a smile. "Hell yeah you are."
Carnage would be a euphemism for the destruction Gabriel found. Between Riper and the other demons he met, the archangel was finally able to get close enough to pick up a traceable element from Jesse.
The first three demonic hideouts Jesse hit, he simply froze the demons to lock them down. Gabriel disposed of them after his extracted the information he needed; otherwise, those demons would've been frozen in place forever.
Now that he could trace Jesse's movements, though, he found more than just demons. The remains of shifters and skinwalkers were scattered across four states. Jesse wasn't just looking for Therion now; he was decimating her forces.
"Come on, kid," Gabriel whispered. "Don't do this..."
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Primary Post: 09x24 Evolution
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)