Fic: Thicker Than Water 13/? (Supernatural / Trueblood
Title: Thicker Than Water 13/?
Author: dragon_fall
Fandoms: Supernatural/True Blood
Rating: R
Word Count: 41,676 (so far)
Warnings: none yet
Spoilers: Supernatural through season 4, TrueBlood through season 1
Summary: After Lucifer is freed from the cage Castiel is MIA. Sam and Dean roll into Bon Temps looking for answers and find more trouble than either brother imagined.
Author's Note: Takes place after Lucifer Rising and at the beginning of True Blood Season 2. Since I started writing this months ago it is AU in the True Blood universe, but pieces from the second season will be working themselves in.
“Please tell me you aren’t gonna eat that.”
"What?” Dean spooned some of the stew into a Styrofoam bowl. “It’s not like it’s poisoned.”
"Did you see how everyone was acting?”
Dean paused. “Did you see how many cases of beer there were? Blame the brew, not the stew. Besides, when’s the last time you had a home cooked meal?”
Sam shook his head. “Fine. You go first. When you start running around the room in your underwear humping the furniture, don’t blame me.”
The older Winchester stared at his brother as he scooped up a spoonful and stuck it forcefully into his mouth. Sam watched as his eyes went round. “Oh…man…” Dean said between bites. “You gotta try this.”
"Pass.” As Dean began shoveling stew, Sam eyed the selections of fruit. A good wash and it should be edible. Maybe. “Did she tell you anything useful?”
"Other than Tara was probably at work the whole time? Nothing.”
The younger Winchester grimaced. “And what about those two at the party? They were possessed by something.”
“Not demons.” Dean bit off a chunk of bread.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Think you can add anything useful to the conversation?”
Dean shook his head. “Other than this town his more off the rails than most? We got two murders, no suspects other than a skinwalker who acts like he wants to leave town more than you do, and a demon who might have skipped already.”
“Way to sum things up.”
“Sam? Pamprin. Really, dude, the PMS is getting out of control.” He gestured to the bag. “Go eat some peaches or something. Make Gandhi proud.”
Sam grunted. He was never going to live that down. “So, we’re dealing with demon possession, or something that mimics demon possession.” He pulled out one of the beers. The seal looked intact.
“Dude didn’t even flinch at the Christo. So out on the demon possession. You didn’t see anyone else rocking the black eyes, did you?”
Sam thought back hard. Between all the writhing bodies and the tikii torches it was hard to get a clear memory of any one person’s face. “You’d think we would have noticed.”
Dean was on his second bowl when he slowed down, eyes going distant. Great, Sam thought. Here it comes. Just once he wished Dean would listen to him. “Dean…?”
“We should see Sookie.” His brother said, dumping the leftover stew back into the Tupperware.
“What? No,” Sam sighed as his brother began pulling his jacket on, checking the weapons he usually carried. “It’s after midnight.”
“So. She should be home. And awake. She dates a vampire, right?”
Sam caught one glimpse of Dean before his brother barreled out to the car. He was grinning, eyes shining, pupils blown. Oh…wonderful. “Dean, there was something in that stew, man-“
“Sam, trust me.” Dean was half in, half out of their room.
He rolled his eyes. He couldn’t let Dean run around like this. If he got arrested there was no way the local cops would let it slide, not with two murders in their parish and no leads. “Fine, but I’m driving.”
For once, Dean didn’t argue.
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“It’s just a week. Maybe two. Bill will be with me the entire time.”
Dean grimaced. “What about during the day?”
Sookie shrugged. “I’ll just have to order room service, then. The hotel’s supposed to have everything a normal one would for their human guests.”
Including room service for vampires, Dean filled in mentally. Two different hunter groups were investigating Hotel Bathory for scooping up the homeless and using them as party favors.
“Sookie will be under my care,” Bill chimed in.
“In someone else’s territory-“
“No one would dare-“
“Bullshit!”
“Dean!”
“Bill!”
The two men glared at each other.
“Thank you Sam,” Sookie smiled.
“Don’t mention it.” Sam ignored his grumbled ‘traitor’.
This really wasn’t what he’d been expecting when he decided to check up on Sookie. Well, honestly, he hadn’t really known what to expect. They found out where Bill Compton lived from fanghaters.com, a website that listed the last known addresses of any known vampire organized by state. The place looked like it hadn’t been lived in for a century. If it wasn’t for the porch light, he would have gone back to the hotel. He thought they got the wrong place when a redhead opened the door, the same redhead currently eyeing him and Sam like they were room service. Add a Sookie looking fresh from vampire sex, and it was seriously starting to mess with his buzz.
Speaking of buzz… “Damn it, Sam, you were right,” he muttered, rubbing his face with his hands. Pull it together, Dean said to himself. You had to give Dad a status report flying on meth, this is a cakewalk. He turned back to Sookie. “Seriously, why are you doing this?”
Sookie looked between them. “I promised Eric I would help him if he asked. And I’m getting paid a buttload of money, so if you have a problem with that Dean, I’m sorry.”
“We’re coming.” The hunter stated.
“You most certainly are not,” Bill scoffed before she could reply. “The entering of another’s territory is difficult enough, but with hunters? They’d kill you on sight.”
“They’re welcome to try.”
Sookie sighed. “Listen, Dean, I’m glad that I got to see you again. I’m glad that you’re trying to help Bon Temps with this demon thing. But Bill’s my boyfriend, and he’s more than proved that he can take care of me. Not to mention the fact that I am a grown woman and can take care of myself.” She smirked. “Besides, I need a new driveway, and if that means being in Dallas for a few days, I’ll do it.”
Dean snapped his fingers and looked down. That felt really… good. “I was gonna ask about that,” he started as he began rubbing his fingertips together. “Why does a thousand year old vampire need you to do anything for him?”
The blonde stiffened. “I don’t think that’s any of your business, Dean Hampton. Eric’s asked me, and Bill is coming with me, just to be sure. You act like I need a… a babysitter, or something.” She stared at him. “Are… you all right?”
The hunter looked up. “Huh?”
Sam grabbed his shoulder. “He’s a little drugged right now.”
“But-“
Dean cut off when Sam’s phone rang. “Yeah, Bobby?” He sat up straighter, giving his brother an anxious look. “Where? Well, where are you-? Okay, we’ll meet you halfway. Okay. Bye.”
“Well?” Dean asked.
“Bobby found Cas.”
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“You still can’t find them?”
The angels surrounding him fluttered, and Zachariah sighed. “They’re two humans. Two bald monkeys running around in an outdated automobile, in a single country. How difficult can it be?”
When there was no response he waved his subordinates away. Dean and Sam Winchester were a never-ending pain in his ass from the moment he was assigned the apocalypse. Dean was missing in action, and Michael was getting antsy. Lucifer had found the next best vessel to Sam and was currently missing as well. The whole apocalypse was going balls up and his neck was the one on the line if things didn’t get straightened out.
To top everything off, Castiel has somehow escaped his prison and was also missing, hidden from everyone’s sight.
Zachariah ran his hand along the braided cord circling his wrist. Castiel was still chained, despite his disappearing act. A pity he hadn’t thought to place a tracking sigil on him as well. If the angel managed to escape, he was no doubt running to his favorite pets. Pets he should have been convincing to follow the plan instead of allowing them to corrupt him.
Zachariah called up a mental image of Castiel. He’d been the perfect angel before coming in contact with humans; loyal, devoted, a soldier that knew his place in the universe and wanted nothing else. He’d been happy, almost eager, to brave Hell to save the righteous man, to be Heaven’s emissary to the two brothers. After less than a year he turned into the perfect example of the corrupting influence of the last of the Father’s creations. In a way, it was his fault; Zachariah was willing to admit that to himself, if no one else. Castiel should have been recalled when he first showed signs of questioning his orders. When that perfect façade of brother and soldier started to crack at the edges.
The problem with working with soldiers was, simply, he was working with soldiers. Soldiers were meant to follow, not lead, and he knew how magnetic Dean and his sense of righteousness could be. Without a firm hand it was easy for them to stray, and the little information he could give them wasn’t enough. The worker bees weren’t supposed to know the whole plan. The one time he’d let someone below his pay grade know about it Uriel went and started executing members of his own garrison. Castiel had seen what he thought was the better path and skipped down it without so much as a backwards glance at all the trouble he was leaving behind.
Compounding the problem was the fact that none of his superiors were willing to get their hands dirty, and he could guess the reason why. If God did somehow reappear, they wanted to be as removed from the whole apocalypse problem as possible. Michael wasn’t even willing to at least speak to his vessel, the whole ‘it will be as God wills it’ bit.
The angel sighed. Perhaps they were going about this all wrong. What they needed were more eyes on the ground, he only had so many soldiers he could put on monkey finding detail before word started getting around. But humans? He could tap them for anything he wanted.
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“Come on, the I-20 goes right by Dallas. We can swing by, take in the sights-“
“And make sure Sookie’s okay? We told Bobby we’d meet him in Arkansas City, and that’s where we’re going.”
Dean sank further into the front seat of the Impala. He’d woken up with the mother of all hangovers, which was news, considering he hadn’t had more than two beers the night before. He also woke up almost 100 miles outside Shreveport to the quiet sounds of Deathcab for Cutie.
He seriously needed to keep Sam from messing with his radio.
“Bobby’s fine. Cas’s…well… he’s an angel, he’ll be fine. Sookie is walking into vampire central like a snack in a sundress.”
“Dean. No.”
Dean growled, then turned to the backseat. “What happened to all the food?”
Sam sighed. “Didn’t you hear me? I dumped it, Dean. Whatever Maryanne put in that stew had you climbing all over the car rubbing the upholstery when we left Bill’s house. Something I definitely don’t need to see ever again.” Which was why Dean had been exiled to the back seat, strapped in with the threat of being hogtied if he so much as touched the seatbelt. It was almost as bad as the pixy dusting of 1997. There was only so much he was willing to take from his brother, drugged or not.
“Pull over.”
Sam did as ordered. Dean wasn’t asking for details, which meant he at least remembered a little about last night.
When Dean settled into the front seat he changed the station, classic rock filling the cab. “It’s okay baby,” he crooned to the Impala, rubbing the dash soothingly. “Daddy’s back.”
“Have you memorized every radio station?” Dean was always able to tune to the local stations playing music circa 1971.
Without fail.
His brother smirked. “You’re not the only brain in the family, Sam. Which shows. I mean emo-rock? Really?”
Sam rolled his eyes. One day, when Dean was stuck in a body cast and unable to do anything, he was going to play his entire collection of Peter Fink.
The drive to Arkansas City was as quick as a nine hour drive could get. No traffic jams, no accidents, and no emergency truck stops because of bad diner food. Still, it was almost four in the afternoon when they pulled into the America’s Best Value Inn. They recognized Bobby’s Cheville and pulled in next to it.
“Good to see you again,” Sam said when the older man opened the door.
Bobby stepped aside and they trailed in. The room was dark, the curtains drawn.
“Where’s Cas?”
Bobby gestured to one of the beds. “Sleepin’ Beauty’s over there. Been out for about five hours now. Had to peel him out the damn car.”
The lump on one of the beds, the one that Sam had mistaken for a pile of Bobby’s supplies, shifted.
“He’s sleeping?” Dean asked as he approached the bed.
“And eating, and being a pain in the ass,” Bobby filled in. “Made Rufus damn near tear his head off.”
Which wasn’t that hard, knowing Rufus.
Dean reached out and shook the lump. “Hey, Cas.”
A hand batted him away, and then pulled the covers further over his head. Dean grunted, then yanked the blanket off entirely. “Wake up, man.”
“Fuck you.” The lump grumbled, reaching for the flower covered polyester.
That made Dean back up a step and give Bobby a ‘what the hell’ look.
“That’d be Jimmy,” Bobby settled into a chair and picked up a leather-bound tome. “He’s a bit grumpy.”
“ The hell with that.” Dean shoved the other man, sending him careening off the side of the bed. “Up and at em, sunshine.”
It took a moment for Jimmy to right himself and get clear of the sheets. “What the ever-loving fu-” he cut off when he saw Dean. “Oh… it’s you.”
“Got a mouth on him, doesn’t he?” Bobby muttered into his book.
Jimmy stood up, raking a hand through his hair. “Yeah… I know…” he said to no one.
“I thought you said you found Cas.”
Bobby leaned back. “Yes and no.”
“Yes and no?” Dean pressed. “What the hell does that mean?”
“All right, all right, just shut up already.” Jimmy sat on the bed. “Castiel wants to talk to you.”
“What? Wait… Cas?”
James Novak…shifted… that’s the only way Sam could describe it. When Jimmy stood up, it wasn’t Jimmy anymore.
“Sam…Dean… it is good to see you both.” The angel actually looked happy, which was weird enough for Sam. For a second, it looked like he was going to go for hugging them.
“So, what? You and Jimmy sharing house now?” Dean asked.
Castiel looked guilty. “Moreso than before. My inhabiting of James has altered considerably since our last meeting.”
What followed were the most surreal thirty minutes of Sam’s life. Which was saying something. “So the Devil-“
“Lucifer, yes.”
“-the Devil,” Sam repeated. “Frees you from this prison Zachariah put you in, and just leaves?”
Castiel nodded. “Without him I would still be trapped in the dimensional pocket Zachariah created. I do not know why he freed me, unless it was to find you.”
That made Dean sit up. “He could track you?”
“Perhaps. Angels can remain hidden when we wish. Considering that he didn’t appear the moment you arrived, I believe this ability has not been affected by my imprisonment.”
Some of the tension drained from Sam. The hex bags were all in the car, and it wasn’t like they actually knew what their range was. “Why do you think he let you go?”
“I am unsure. When Lucifer first fought against the Throne a third of Heaven’s angels answered his call to battle. Many of those were killed for their betrayal. A few were imprisoned as punishment.”
“So you think he’s looking to rebuild his forces?”
“It does seem logical.” Castiel cocked his head to the side. “I understand.”
Castiel melted away. Jimmy cracked his neck and stood. “Now that that’s been explained… I’m starving.”
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Author: dragon_fall
Fandoms: Supernatural/True Blood
Rating: R
Word Count: 41,676 (so far)
Warnings: none yet
Spoilers: Supernatural through season 4, TrueBlood through season 1
Summary: After Lucifer is freed from the cage Castiel is MIA. Sam and Dean roll into Bon Temps looking for answers and find more trouble than either brother imagined.
Author's Note: Takes place after Lucifer Rising and at the beginning of True Blood Season 2. Since I started writing this months ago it is AU in the True Blood universe, but pieces from the second season will be working themselves in.
“Please tell me you aren’t gonna eat that.”
"What?” Dean spooned some of the stew into a Styrofoam bowl. “It’s not like it’s poisoned.”
"Did you see how everyone was acting?”
Dean paused. “Did you see how many cases of beer there were? Blame the brew, not the stew. Besides, when’s the last time you had a home cooked meal?”
Sam shook his head. “Fine. You go first. When you start running around the room in your underwear humping the furniture, don’t blame me.”
The older Winchester stared at his brother as he scooped up a spoonful and stuck it forcefully into his mouth. Sam watched as his eyes went round. “Oh…man…” Dean said between bites. “You gotta try this.”
"Pass.” As Dean began shoveling stew, Sam eyed the selections of fruit. A good wash and it should be edible. Maybe. “Did she tell you anything useful?”
"Other than Tara was probably at work the whole time? Nothing.”
The younger Winchester grimaced. “And what about those two at the party? They were possessed by something.”
“Not demons.” Dean bit off a chunk of bread.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Think you can add anything useful to the conversation?”
Dean shook his head. “Other than this town his more off the rails than most? We got two murders, no suspects other than a skinwalker who acts like he wants to leave town more than you do, and a demon who might have skipped already.”
“Way to sum things up.”
“Sam? Pamprin. Really, dude, the PMS is getting out of control.” He gestured to the bag. “Go eat some peaches or something. Make Gandhi proud.”
Sam grunted. He was never going to live that down. “So, we’re dealing with demon possession, or something that mimics demon possession.” He pulled out one of the beers. The seal looked intact.
“Dude didn’t even flinch at the Christo. So out on the demon possession. You didn’t see anyone else rocking the black eyes, did you?”
Sam thought back hard. Between all the writhing bodies and the tikii torches it was hard to get a clear memory of any one person’s face. “You’d think we would have noticed.”
Dean was on his second bowl when he slowed down, eyes going distant. Great, Sam thought. Here it comes. Just once he wished Dean would listen to him. “Dean…?”
“We should see Sookie.” His brother said, dumping the leftover stew back into the Tupperware.
“What? No,” Sam sighed as his brother began pulling his jacket on, checking the weapons he usually carried. “It’s after midnight.”
“So. She should be home. And awake. She dates a vampire, right?”
Sam caught one glimpse of Dean before his brother barreled out to the car. He was grinning, eyes shining, pupils blown. Oh…wonderful. “Dean, there was something in that stew, man-“
“Sam, trust me.” Dean was half in, half out of their room.
He rolled his eyes. He couldn’t let Dean run around like this. If he got arrested there was no way the local cops would let it slide, not with two murders in their parish and no leads. “Fine, but I’m driving.”
For once, Dean didn’t argue.
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“It’s just a week. Maybe two. Bill will be with me the entire time.”
Dean grimaced. “What about during the day?”
Sookie shrugged. “I’ll just have to order room service, then. The hotel’s supposed to have everything a normal one would for their human guests.”
Including room service for vampires, Dean filled in mentally. Two different hunter groups were investigating Hotel Bathory for scooping up the homeless and using them as party favors.
“Sookie will be under my care,” Bill chimed in.
“In someone else’s territory-“
“No one would dare-“
“Bullshit!”
“Dean!”
“Bill!”
The two men glared at each other.
“Thank you Sam,” Sookie smiled.
“Don’t mention it.” Sam ignored his grumbled ‘traitor’.
This really wasn’t what he’d been expecting when he decided to check up on Sookie. Well, honestly, he hadn’t really known what to expect. They found out where Bill Compton lived from fanghaters.com, a website that listed the last known addresses of any known vampire organized by state. The place looked like it hadn’t been lived in for a century. If it wasn’t for the porch light, he would have gone back to the hotel. He thought they got the wrong place when a redhead opened the door, the same redhead currently eyeing him and Sam like they were room service. Add a Sookie looking fresh from vampire sex, and it was seriously starting to mess with his buzz.
Speaking of buzz… “Damn it, Sam, you were right,” he muttered, rubbing his face with his hands. Pull it together, Dean said to himself. You had to give Dad a status report flying on meth, this is a cakewalk. He turned back to Sookie. “Seriously, why are you doing this?”
Sookie looked between them. “I promised Eric I would help him if he asked. And I’m getting paid a buttload of money, so if you have a problem with that Dean, I’m sorry.”
“We’re coming.” The hunter stated.
“You most certainly are not,” Bill scoffed before she could reply. “The entering of another’s territory is difficult enough, but with hunters? They’d kill you on sight.”
“They’re welcome to try.”
Sookie sighed. “Listen, Dean, I’m glad that I got to see you again. I’m glad that you’re trying to help Bon Temps with this demon thing. But Bill’s my boyfriend, and he’s more than proved that he can take care of me. Not to mention the fact that I am a grown woman and can take care of myself.” She smirked. “Besides, I need a new driveway, and if that means being in Dallas for a few days, I’ll do it.”
Dean snapped his fingers and looked down. That felt really… good. “I was gonna ask about that,” he started as he began rubbing his fingertips together. “Why does a thousand year old vampire need you to do anything for him?”
The blonde stiffened. “I don’t think that’s any of your business, Dean Hampton. Eric’s asked me, and Bill is coming with me, just to be sure. You act like I need a… a babysitter, or something.” She stared at him. “Are… you all right?”
The hunter looked up. “Huh?”
Sam grabbed his shoulder. “He’s a little drugged right now.”
“But-“
Dean cut off when Sam’s phone rang. “Yeah, Bobby?” He sat up straighter, giving his brother an anxious look. “Where? Well, where are you-? Okay, we’ll meet you halfway. Okay. Bye.”
“Well?” Dean asked.
“Bobby found Cas.”
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“You still can’t find them?”
The angels surrounding him fluttered, and Zachariah sighed. “They’re two humans. Two bald monkeys running around in an outdated automobile, in a single country. How difficult can it be?”
When there was no response he waved his subordinates away. Dean and Sam Winchester were a never-ending pain in his ass from the moment he was assigned the apocalypse. Dean was missing in action, and Michael was getting antsy. Lucifer had found the next best vessel to Sam and was currently missing as well. The whole apocalypse was going balls up and his neck was the one on the line if things didn’t get straightened out.
To top everything off, Castiel has somehow escaped his prison and was also missing, hidden from everyone’s sight.
Zachariah ran his hand along the braided cord circling his wrist. Castiel was still chained, despite his disappearing act. A pity he hadn’t thought to place a tracking sigil on him as well. If the angel managed to escape, he was no doubt running to his favorite pets. Pets he should have been convincing to follow the plan instead of allowing them to corrupt him.
Zachariah called up a mental image of Castiel. He’d been the perfect angel before coming in contact with humans; loyal, devoted, a soldier that knew his place in the universe and wanted nothing else. He’d been happy, almost eager, to brave Hell to save the righteous man, to be Heaven’s emissary to the two brothers. After less than a year he turned into the perfect example of the corrupting influence of the last of the Father’s creations. In a way, it was his fault; Zachariah was willing to admit that to himself, if no one else. Castiel should have been recalled when he first showed signs of questioning his orders. When that perfect façade of brother and soldier started to crack at the edges.
The problem with working with soldiers was, simply, he was working with soldiers. Soldiers were meant to follow, not lead, and he knew how magnetic Dean and his sense of righteousness could be. Without a firm hand it was easy for them to stray, and the little information he could give them wasn’t enough. The worker bees weren’t supposed to know the whole plan. The one time he’d let someone below his pay grade know about it Uriel went and started executing members of his own garrison. Castiel had seen what he thought was the better path and skipped down it without so much as a backwards glance at all the trouble he was leaving behind.
Compounding the problem was the fact that none of his superiors were willing to get their hands dirty, and he could guess the reason why. If God did somehow reappear, they wanted to be as removed from the whole apocalypse problem as possible. Michael wasn’t even willing to at least speak to his vessel, the whole ‘it will be as God wills it’ bit.
The angel sighed. Perhaps they were going about this all wrong. What they needed were more eyes on the ground, he only had so many soldiers he could put on monkey finding detail before word started getting around. But humans? He could tap them for anything he wanted.
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“Come on, the I-20 goes right by Dallas. We can swing by, take in the sights-“
“And make sure Sookie’s okay? We told Bobby we’d meet him in Arkansas City, and that’s where we’re going.”
Dean sank further into the front seat of the Impala. He’d woken up with the mother of all hangovers, which was news, considering he hadn’t had more than two beers the night before. He also woke up almost 100 miles outside Shreveport to the quiet sounds of Deathcab for Cutie.
He seriously needed to keep Sam from messing with his radio.
“Bobby’s fine. Cas’s…well… he’s an angel, he’ll be fine. Sookie is walking into vampire central like a snack in a sundress.”
“Dean. No.”
Dean growled, then turned to the backseat. “What happened to all the food?”
Sam sighed. “Didn’t you hear me? I dumped it, Dean. Whatever Maryanne put in that stew had you climbing all over the car rubbing the upholstery when we left Bill’s house. Something I definitely don’t need to see ever again.” Which was why Dean had been exiled to the back seat, strapped in with the threat of being hogtied if he so much as touched the seatbelt. It was almost as bad as the pixy dusting of 1997. There was only so much he was willing to take from his brother, drugged or not.
“Pull over.”
Sam did as ordered. Dean wasn’t asking for details, which meant he at least remembered a little about last night.
When Dean settled into the front seat he changed the station, classic rock filling the cab. “It’s okay baby,” he crooned to the Impala, rubbing the dash soothingly. “Daddy’s back.”
“Have you memorized every radio station?” Dean was always able to tune to the local stations playing music circa 1971.
Without fail.
His brother smirked. “You’re not the only brain in the family, Sam. Which shows. I mean emo-rock? Really?”
Sam rolled his eyes. One day, when Dean was stuck in a body cast and unable to do anything, he was going to play his entire collection of Peter Fink.
The drive to Arkansas City was as quick as a nine hour drive could get. No traffic jams, no accidents, and no emergency truck stops because of bad diner food. Still, it was almost four in the afternoon when they pulled into the America’s Best Value Inn. They recognized Bobby’s Cheville and pulled in next to it.
“Good to see you again,” Sam said when the older man opened the door.
Bobby stepped aside and they trailed in. The room was dark, the curtains drawn.
“Where’s Cas?”
Bobby gestured to one of the beds. “Sleepin’ Beauty’s over there. Been out for about five hours now. Had to peel him out the damn car.”
The lump on one of the beds, the one that Sam had mistaken for a pile of Bobby’s supplies, shifted.
“He’s sleeping?” Dean asked as he approached the bed.
“And eating, and being a pain in the ass,” Bobby filled in. “Made Rufus damn near tear his head off.”
Which wasn’t that hard, knowing Rufus.
Dean reached out and shook the lump. “Hey, Cas.”
A hand batted him away, and then pulled the covers further over his head. Dean grunted, then yanked the blanket off entirely. “Wake up, man.”
“Fuck you.” The lump grumbled, reaching for the flower covered polyester.
That made Dean back up a step and give Bobby a ‘what the hell’ look.
“That’d be Jimmy,” Bobby settled into a chair and picked up a leather-bound tome. “He’s a bit grumpy.”
“ The hell with that.” Dean shoved the other man, sending him careening off the side of the bed. “Up and at em, sunshine.”
It took a moment for Jimmy to right himself and get clear of the sheets. “What the ever-loving fu-” he cut off when he saw Dean. “Oh… it’s you.”
“Got a mouth on him, doesn’t he?” Bobby muttered into his book.
Jimmy stood up, raking a hand through his hair. “Yeah… I know…” he said to no one.
“I thought you said you found Cas.”
Bobby leaned back. “Yes and no.”
“Yes and no?” Dean pressed. “What the hell does that mean?”
“All right, all right, just shut up already.” Jimmy sat on the bed. “Castiel wants to talk to you.”
“What? Wait… Cas?”
James Novak…shifted… that’s the only way Sam could describe it. When Jimmy stood up, it wasn’t Jimmy anymore.
“Sam…Dean… it is good to see you both.” The angel actually looked happy, which was weird enough for Sam. For a second, it looked like he was going to go for hugging them.
“So, what? You and Jimmy sharing house now?” Dean asked.
Castiel looked guilty. “Moreso than before. My inhabiting of James has altered considerably since our last meeting.”
What followed were the most surreal thirty minutes of Sam’s life. Which was saying something. “So the Devil-“
“Lucifer, yes.”
“-the Devil,” Sam repeated. “Frees you from this prison Zachariah put you in, and just leaves?”
Castiel nodded. “Without him I would still be trapped in the dimensional pocket Zachariah created. I do not know why he freed me, unless it was to find you.”
That made Dean sit up. “He could track you?”
“Perhaps. Angels can remain hidden when we wish. Considering that he didn’t appear the moment you arrived, I believe this ability has not been affected by my imprisonment.”
Some of the tension drained from Sam. The hex bags were all in the car, and it wasn’t like they actually knew what their range was. “Why do you think he let you go?”
“I am unsure. When Lucifer first fought against the Throne a third of Heaven’s angels answered his call to battle. Many of those were killed for their betrayal. A few were imprisoned as punishment.”
“So you think he’s looking to rebuild his forces?”
“It does seem logical.” Castiel cocked his head to the side. “I understand.”
Castiel melted away. Jimmy cracked his neck and stood. “Now that that’s been explained… I’m starving.”
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