Second Chances - Part 2
Title: Second Chances - Part 2
Author: Ravenlyn aka Nikki
Rating: PG 13/15ish for some language
Canon Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Ruby
Original Characters: None presented yet.
Fandoms: Supernatural/Buffyverse
Timeframe: Set after the final episode of BTVS and starts before episode 4 “Metamorphosis” of SN season four.
Notes: If you haven’t seen up to season four of Supernatural there will be spoilers so be forewarned. Also this is an Alternate Version of what happened in season four so it will not stay to the entire plot line of season four and will diverge from it eventually.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Canon Characters. They belong to their respective owners and are their own creations I am merely borrowing them for some fanlove. :D
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Part One
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Dean fitted the key into the engine of his car. The car was a thing of beauty a 1967 Chevy Impala, fully restored by Dean’s own hands. To Dean Winchester it was something far more valuable then a set of wheels, even if a pricey classic set. It was even more valuable then its use as a chick magnet and all around cool muscle car exterior. To Dean Winchester it was a member of his family. He had grown up, lived, bleed, laughed, fucked, slept, cried, and even nearly died in this car. It was like a second skin to him. Not to mention that it was one of the last things he had from his father, who’d loved it near as long and as much as Dean ever had. No one though loved the car the way Dean did. It was a part of him in ways that were unexplainable and without it he wouldn’t be whole. Not that Dean was exactly whole these days anyway.
Shifting the car into reverse Dean backed out of the diner parking lot. He had stopped for the food Sammy wanted. Hell he wanted it too! He just hadn’t been really thinking of food when he’d been busting his ass to get out and do something besides sulk in that hotel room. Dean was turned back, his arm over the leather seat, looking behind the car as he reversed. Too occupied with his own driving, he didn’t see the figure appear out of nowhere near his door. The sudden hand slap to the window startled him enough to cause him to jump in the seat as his foot slammed home on the break and his head swung back around.
There outside his window was an all too familiar figure. A figure, he found himself dreaming about and listening to simply because it told him to do stuff. He wasn’t a religious man not even after being cast down into the bottom pits of hell and then pulled back out again. Yet when an angel suddenly appeared and opened his mouth to him about Lilith and demons Dean tended to listen. For all he knew Castiel hadn’t lied to him about the way things were and what was going on. Sure he hadn’t acted very human in his mysterious, non divulging ways, but he had yet to lie to Dean.
His green eyes settled on the brown haired angel, but a blink later and he was gone. Dean stared opened mouthed at him. He hadn’t even gotten to ask him why the hell he was here. ~Why appear if he isn’t even going to say a damn thing?~ Dean wondered.
His gaze turned numbly from his window as he moved to start reversing and for the second time in the span of a minute he nearly jumped out of his skin. Castiel was sitting in the front passenger seat beside Dean. Not one hair was out of place on the angel’s head and like always he carried a kind of aura of power and control around him.
“What the hell is with all the random heart attack disappearing appearing shit?” Dean demanded as he lifted his hand intending to shift the vehicle into park.
“Not here drive,” Castiel said simply.
Dean’s gaze lingered a moment too long on Castiel, as though he was going to demand an answer, but the angel barked, “DRIVE!” at him and Dean slammed the gas quickly finishing the reverse. Ramming the gear shift into drive he peeled out of the diner parking lot. He fully expected some answers from the angel. He especially wanted the reason why he was there to begin with. Why had Castiel come into his dreams and told him to come here?
Castiel didn’t immediately open his mouth. It seemed he was content to wait. To Dean the silence stretching between them was deafening. It opened far too much space for his mind to wander. Question after question raged through his head. Why was Castiel waiting to tell him? Why did he not explain things at the start rather then play these games? Why this place? There wasn’t even a good burger joint in the entire town so what was so important about this place? Sam hadn’t been able to find anything last night about it and they’d had Bobby working on it too, but so far….nothing.
“Make a left and head out of town,” Castiel ordered. His voice interrupting Dean’s thoughts and pulling him back to the present. Following the angel’s orders he did as he was told. Making a left on main he followed the road out of town, though Castiel had fallen silent once more. They were leaving the dying rundown town behind and heading towards I-70 and Denver, the trees thickening a little as they went.
“Sam will be fine,” Castiel told him without even looking over at him.
Dean opened his mouth intending to tell him he wasn’t worried about his brother but the words never reached the air as suddenly his steering wheel decided to have a mind of it’s own and make a right turn. He would have called it lucky that there was a road there which had appeared nearly as suddenly as the jerk of the steering wheel, but he was almost certain Castiel had done it.
“Either let me drive or do it all yourself,” Dean snapped at him. Even if the guy was an angel he was fucking with Dean’s car and he didn’t like it.
“We were going to miss the turn,” Castiel stated as though that alone had given him permission to magically make Dean’s car turn.
Dean simply shot him a glare in response. Even angel’s weren’t beyond him being pissed off at. It didn’t phase Castiel though because Dean had been pissed at him plenty of times since the two had first met. Dean didn’t tend to see things the way Castiel did and Castiel didn’t explain his motives and thoughts to Dean nor did he think it was necessary to do so. They were on the same side of things, but Castiel and Dean were in two different leagues. As far as the angel was concerned Dean was merely a tool for his use. He had ripped Dean out of the pits of hell and he could throw Dean back as easily as snapping his fingers, or so he liked to tell Dean.
Dean’s head twisted away from Castiel and he let his eyes return to the road without a further comment between them. He had no idea where they were headed, but Castiel did. The angel wasn’t sharing though. He was sitting there quietly keeping whatever was to come to himself. Dean didn’t care for it. It was like being blindfolded and waiting for a surprise all the while knowing that the surprise was probably going to be painful like a kick in the gut.
The road which was only a packed dirt road ended at an open glade. A high stone wall topped with steel spiky points here and there and broken only by an arch way with a steel gate stretched out across the open grass ahead of the car hood. Parking Dean let his eyes take it in. The place was serene in it’s quiet appearance. The bright sunlight helped keep the peaceful tone of the place. Even the stone wall wasn’t really disturbing. In truth it was intriguing, but not unnerving as it might have been if he’d showed up there alone in the dark.
Castiel pushed his door open and stepped out of the car. A moment later Dean climbed out and the two rounded the front of the car. Both sets of eyes were on the structure before them.
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Sam hit the tabletop with his fist in frustration. He was getting no where and it wasn’t even fast. It was taking a lot of time to find nothing. If there was something to find he doubted it would take this long. He was getting fed up with trying to find something that apparently didn’t seem to be there.
Shoving the chair back from the table Sam pulled himself to his feet. Dean was certain there had to be something here because Castiel had told him so. What though if Castiel hadn’t been telling him anything? What if it had been nothing but a dream? It could have been. Yeah it really could have been, but Dean didn’t believe it he said he was certain it was Castiel so Sam hadn’t mentioned that again.
Leaning forward Sam grabbed his phone intending to call Bobby and ask him if he’d somehow turned anything up. He doubted it. Bobby would have called, but maybe there was a chance. Sam only got three numbers in before his phone started ringing all on it’s own. The display didn’t say a name but he knew the number. It was Ruby.
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