Like To Stay In Heaven But The Rules Are Too Tough 24/24+epilogue (FIC)
Title: Like To Stay In Heaven But The Rules Are Too Tough 24/24+epilogue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Sam, Bobby, Crowley, Gabriel, Dick (Small moment of Cas/Crowley (kinda))
Spoilers: Everything through 7x23
Warnings: I followed the episode “Survival of The Fittest.” Don’t read if you don’t want spoilers. Character deaths.
Word Count: ~5,000 (this chapter) ~138,000 (total) yes I am insane
Summary: Dean doesn't let Cas go, but someone else has a big change planned for Castiel. Can he handle what God has planned for him?
This Chapter: Follows through “Survival of The Fittest.” Although I liked the way the episode ended, I took liberties with this chapter because I had a sequel in mind before I started this story.
Notes: This is a monster that can be stopped after this. I will write an epilogue that will lead into my sequel. If you don’t want to be sucked into another ridiculously long story, you can end here. I will make a masterpost after I finish the epilogue.
Previous
“I still say this is a bad idea.” Dean was driving them to go find a bone from a righteous mortal buried in a convent. Sam was in the passenger’s seat and Cas was lying down in the back.
“It was your idea.” Sam had the map in his lap. “And, it was the best one any of us had.”
“I said it as a joke.”
“It was a bad joke, a good idea.”
“Yeah, because we’ve got no book, no magic spell, nothing on how to find a freakin’ righteous bone.”
“You wanna try and call Gabriel? He might know something that could help.” Dean gave Sam a look that answered that question. “It was just a suggestion. I know you don’t like the guy much but he’s helped us a lot since he came back.”
Dean snorted. “How? You know, he could probably send these things back easily if he wanted to.”
Sam just shrugged. “Maybe, but he gave us his blood for the weapon, he saved Cas, he saved me, Dean. He’s done a lot for us.”
“Whatever.” Dean turned on the radio, the announcers were talking about Dick.
“Rising stock hit an all-time high following Roman’s acquisition of Sucrocorp. I say Roman’s a buy.”
The female announcer countered him. “I disagree with you there. I’m gonna call him a wait and watch.”
“A wait and watch? You’re killing me!”
“Hear me out. This is a new sector for Roman.”
“Right, he’s hold up at Sucrocorp head courters right now.”
Dean turned off the radio. “Hold up at Sucrocorp, huh?” They filed that information away for later.
While Sam kept watch outside, Dean and Cas went in to the mausoleum. Cas had a book that listed the nuns buried there, which he had taken from one of the offices. Dean held the flashlight for him so he could read the names.
“If we can’t find a righteous bone in a freakin’ nunnery crypt, we’re really screwed.”
Cas hummed in agreement. “How about this one: Sister Mary Benedict, taught the learning impaired and died at age 23?”
“No, too young. Find someone who’s had time to cook.”
“Uh,” Cas read down the list of names, “Sister Mary Eunice, fed the poor and became Mother Superior at age 60?”
Dean shook his head. “Sounds political. Power corrupts.”
Cas turned a page in the old book. “Sister Mary Constant, 83 years of quiet, humble, nun-like goodness.” He tilted the book for Dean to read.
Dean raised his eyebrows. “Wow, I wanna be more righteous just reading this.” He pointed the flashlight away to read the headstones on the walls. “I guess the odds are on her.”
With just a little searching, they found the grave. Dean turned back to Cas. “All right, let’s bone this nun.” Cas didn’t smile. Dean grimaced. “Sorry.” He handed the flashlight to him before lining up a shot with his sledgehammer and breaking the stone. Dean removed the tibia from the nun’s grave and they all left for their cabin.
Because they had all the other necessary pieces, they needed to summon Crowley to get his blood to finish the weapon. Fire shot from the bowl on the table and they waited, expecting the demon. They got worried when he didn’t show after a minute.
“Is he trying to make a grand entrance or…?” Dean didn’t think Crowley would bail on this. They all knew how much he wanted to kill Dick. Then again, this was Crowley. “Son of a bitch is standing us up.”
“But,” Sam pointed to the bowl, “we summoned him. Doesn’t he kina have to…”
“If Crowley wants to screw you, he’ll screw you.”
“Maybe he can’t come.” Cas could imagine that Dick knew at least a little about what they were meaning to do. “Maybe something happened to him.”
Dean shrugged. “Maybe. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
A knock on the door made them all jump. They took out their guns as Sam went to see who it was. He turned a shocked look to Dean and Cas before putting away his gun and opening the door. Gabriel was standing just outside the threshold.
“Hey boys.” He waved.
“Gabriel?” Cas had truly thought he would never see the archangel again.
“Why did you knock?” Dean stepped closer to the door.
“Because, jackass, the house is still covered in angel-proofing.” He crossed his arms and gave a weak glare to each of them.
“Right, well it’s gonna stay that way until we know that the angels aren’t coming down here for us.”
Gabriel’s face turned more serious. “You won’t have to worry about that much anymore.”
“What?”
“Let me in and I’ll tell you.” They all exchanged looks. “What, I’m not a threat.”
They went around the house to take off enough of the paint to let Gabriel enter the cabin. The archangel shut the door behind him and sat down at the table. “Okay,” Sam stepped up beside Gabriel, “what do you mean ‘we won’t have to worry’ about the angels?”
“Well, I swung by the prophet’s house earlier, gonna try to intimidate the angels a little you know, since the little mooks hadn’t contacted me like I told them to. When I got there,” he shook his head, “nothing.”
“What do you mean?” Sam threw a worried look at Cas.
“I mean,” Gabriel turned to look at Sam, “there was no one there. Well,” he lifted a finger, “that’s not true. The police were there. Man,” he laughed and looked at the three of them, “I barely talked my way out of that one.” He laughed again.
“Why were the police there?” Sam’s voice grew in irritation at Gabriel’s lack of helpful answers.
“Because a friend stopped by the house and was a little freaked by the dead bodies in the kitchen.”
“Wait,” Dean stepped closer to the table, “Kevin?”
“It wasn’t him.” Gabriel looked at Cas. “It was the angels.”
Dean and Sam shared confused looks and Cas dropped his head. “Who killed them?”
Gabriel tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “You guys do now that leviathans can kill angels, right?” He looked at Cas as he raised his head. “I know you did. You didn’t tell them?” Dean turned to look at Cas.
Cas shook his head. “It didn’t matter.”
“Are all the angels gone?” Sam wanted to stay focused. He could see Dean getting upset with Cas for not telling him about how strong the leviathans are.
Gabriel shrugged. “I couldn’t find any of the garrison. If they’re alive, they’re hiding, and hiding well.” He picked absently at the bone sitting in a big bowl on the table next to the bowl with the ingredients to summon Crowley.
“What about Kevin?” Dean had looked back to Gabriel.
“He wasn’t there. I’m assuming they took him. Which means, Dick knows everything you know and he knows that you know. Kevin is probably dead, well no, maybe not. He could still be useful, I guess.”
“You could get him out.” Sam couldn’t imagine what Kevin had to be going through.
Gabriel laughed. “No thanks. I already died once. I would rather not do that again if I can help it.” He leaned over the bowl on the table and sniffed the contents. “So, what did you want…” he sniffed again, “Crowley for?”
“Uh,” Sam was thrown a little at the sudden change in subject, “we need his blood for the weapon to kill Dick.”
Gabriel nodded. “And I’m sure that he knows that and he won’t let you have it.”
“Crowley wants the leviathans gone as much as us. He’s willing to help us.”
“If he doesn’t get a better offer.”
“Truer words couldn’t be said.” The unmistakable voice of Crowley managed to make the room shift into a guarded, uneasy atmosphere. “Hello boys.” He looked at Gabriel with slightly raised eyebrows and scowled. “Well, Gabriel.”
Gabriel stood and turned to face the demon. “Crowley.” Distaste colored his features. “It’s been a long time.”
“You two have met before?” Dean knew that they knew who the other was, but he never thought they would have ever seen the other.
“Oh yeah,” Gabriel didn’t look away from Crowley, “we go way back, don’t we, Fergus?”
Crowley glared. “Yes, although I changed a little since then.”
“Yeah,” he looked him up and down, “King of Hell now, huh? I wish I could say I was impressed.”
The air was practically crackling with tension. Crowley smiled as his eyes glared and he stepped closer to the angel. “You should be.” He crossed his arms. “How are you even here. Last I heard, you were dead.”
“I got a rather uncomfortable ride back thanks to Cas here.” Gabriel pointed at him.
“Well, if it’s so uncomfortable for you, I can arrange for you to be sent back.”
“Alright,” Dean stepped between them, “that’s enough.”
“It’s enough when I say it is.” Crowley growled at Dean. “I came here to help you and you’re hiding an angel from me. Not just any angel either, the archangel Gabriel himself. No trust among this lot, huh?” He shook his head and pulled out a vile of blood from his jacket. “You’re lucky I hate those monsters more than you.” He held the vile out to them.
“Really?” Sam was nervous. He figured Dick had already gotten hold of the demon. “Just boxed up and ready to go?”
“I’m a model of efficiency.”
“Is that right? Then why were you late?”
“Dick had me in a devil trap.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “He’s not an idiot. He knows what you two are after.”
Sam nodded. They all expected as much. “So, what’d he offer you?”
“A fair deal. In exchange for giving you the wrong blood.” He shook the vile. “It’s demon, but is it mine? It’s my blood, real deal.”
“And why should we trust you?” Dean moved to stand by Sam.
“God,” Crowley rolled his eyes, “don’t, don’t trust anyone!” He looked at Cas. “A lesson I learned from my last business partner.” He took a couple steps towards Cas.
Dean spoke up, hoping to distract Crowley from Cas. “Fine, give us the blood.” He held out a hand.
Crowley turned to face Dean. “Certainly.” He tossed the vile to Dean and turned to Gabriel. “If I were you, I wouldn’t hang around these morons when they go after Dick. It could get messy for everyone.” Before anyone could ask what he meant, Crowley was gone.
Dean looked at the vile in his hand. “Think this is the real blood?”
Cas grabbed it from Dean and looked it over. He handed it to Gabriel. “Is it?” Gabriel had recognized what was needed to summon Crowley, maybe he could tell if it was his blood.
Gabriel sniffed the vile carefully. “It’s demon, old,” he furrowed his brows, “I can’t tell for sure, but I would guess that it is. I think Crowley wants to kill Dick, even just to keep more humans around.”
“Great, so we’re relying on a demon and the guess of a fallen angel slash Trickster.” Dean grabbed the vile back. “Love those odds.” He set the vile on the table beside the bone.
“What did Crowley mean about getting messy?” Sam had seen Gabriel react to the words like he knew something they didn’t.
He shrugged. “Aren’t deaths always messy?” He smiled. “But, I do have some trouble to make. Have fun boning Dick.” With a suggestive eyebrow rise, he disappeared.
They mixed Gabriel’s and the vampire’s blood and Sam was holding Crowley’s to add. Dean and Cas stood by him, with the notes Kevin made in hand. “One thing’s for sure,” Dean was reading over the part about the weapon, we’ve only got one shot.”
“Yeah, hopefully Gabriel is right.” Sam opened the container and poured in the blood with the rest. He put the empty vile back on the table and picked up the bowl of blood. “Okay, do we…?”
Dean shrugged. “I don’t know. There’s no magic words, nothing. Just go.”
Sam shrugged and tipped the bowl over the bone. He coated it with all the blood they had and then they waited. Nothing happened. Dean raised a hand. “Where’s all the thunder and lightning?”
Sam and Cas both shrugged. “Maybe it worked?” Sam bit his lip in worry. Like Dean said, they only had one shot at this.
They packed up and hoped that everything worked out. The sun had just set when they pulled up outside Sucrocorp. Sam had his laptop open and was hacking into the security cameras. His screen lit up with the footage. “Thank you, Charlie, wherever you are.”
Cas leaned forward from the backseat to watch the screen as Sam clicked through the cameras. He stopped when they saw a conference room where Dick was leading a presentation. Dean shook his head. “Gotcha, Dick.”
“That’s the second floor.” He clicked to see Dick’s office. “His office is a few floors up, so,” he clicked to see the lobby, “we need to get past them in front.”
Sam glanced up and saw a blue truck pull up along the side of the road. He held up his binoculars to see who would be coming here in a truck at this time of night. A short woman wearing a pink uniform exited the truck. Sam saw something in her hand. He recognized her. “That’s the maid from the motel.”
Dean looked at her. “What motel?”
Sam could see ectoplasm running from her nose. “No, Bobby, what are you doing?”
“Wait, are you saying Bobby…”
“Just stay here.” Sam was picking up his computer to get out of the car.
“Are you out of your mind?”
“You’ve got the weapon and eyes on Dick.” He handed the computer to Dean. “You and Cas can handle it if something happens. I’ve got Bobby.” He opened the door and got out of the car.
“Sam! Hey.”
“Shut up.” Sam closed the door and ran in the direction the woman was walking.
“Dammit!” Dean shook his head.
Sam caught up to her quickly and stopped her before she was revealed from behind a van. “Bobby, I know you’re in there.” The woman glared. “Listen to me. There are cameras everywhere,” he pointed to the corner of the building over the van, “there’s one right there. Stop, you’re going to get her killed.”
The woman shoved Sam hard enough to toss him back to the concrete. He pulled himself up quickly, making sure the camera hadn’t seen him. “Bobby, dammit.” He charged at the woman, keeping her back. “How are you gonna kill Dick, huh? You can’t.”
She pulled a small sword out of it’s sheath in her hand. “Good enough for me.” She slashed at Sam, making him stumble back and almost get caught by the camera.
He ran forward and pushed her back again. “No, I’m not letting you go.”
“Get out of here, Sam.”
“No.” She dropped the sword and threw Sam into the van and closed a strong hand over his throat. He could feel his throat crushing under the inhuman grip. He gasped to no effect as Bobby pushed his head into the van painfully. “Bobby, stop.” He held her wrists as tight as he could, but he felt his fingers going numb.
The woman seemed to catch her reflection in the van and Sam saw her eyes soften. “NO!” She fell back, releasing Sam and falling unconscious to the ground. Bobby had left her.
Sam picked up the woman as he gasped for air and took her to the car.
They had dropped off the woman at the hospital before heading back to the cabin to wait for another day. This problem with Bobby seemed to finally be needing a solution. They all knew what they had to do, but no one wanted to say it.
When the temperature dropped, they stilled. Bobby appeared by the window to their right. He had a mixture of shame and anger in his eyes.
“Bobby,” the slight feeling of reassurance Dean used to get at seeing him had turned cold now and it made Dean sad, “we didn’t know if you would be back.”
“You should have. You’ve got the flask.” He pointed to it on the table in front of Dean. “Dumb, you should have burned it right off.”
“Bobby.”
“I’m still jonesin’ to go back, grab some poor bastard, kamikaze him going after Dick.” He started shaking. “It’s bad.” He shook his head. “Let’s be real,” he looked at Sam, “I damn near killed you and that woman.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Bobby.” Sam shook his head. “Not really.”
“Right, that’s just what ghosts turn into. I really bet the farm that I could outsmart that.”
Dean stood from the couch. “So what’s it feel like?”
“What, going vengeful?” Dean nodded. “It’s an itch you can’t scratch out.” He looked at all of them and sighed tiredly. “Look, I’m done. Go get Dick, but don’t do it ‘cause you think it’ll scratch the itch. Do it ‘cause it’s the job.” He looked at Cas. “And when it’s your time, go.” He looked at Dean. “You know what you have to do.”
They silently walked to the basement and Dean started a small fire. They looked at Bobby for the last time. He smiled. “Here’s to running into you boys on the other side. Only, not too soon, okay?”
Dean turned the flask over in his hand. He needed to do this, he had no choice. Bobby deserved to rest. Cas walked up beside him and gently laid a hand on his shoulder. Dean closed his eyes and dropped the flask into the flames.
Bobby sagged in relief before lighting up in gold light. The three of them watched silently as Bobby slowly lit up the room and disappeared. The flask had melted away completely.
Sam felt relieved that Bobby could finally rest. He left after a few minutes and after Dean had sat down beside the fire, Cas following him. Sam knew he would be okay with Cas.
Dean and Cas sat quietly together in the basement as the embers died from the fire. Nothing needed to be said. They had said their goodbyes to Bobby when his body died months ago.
Cas rubbed the back of Dean’s neck. Dean relaxed into the touch. Cas could tell how upset Dean was, although he would never say it. He pulled Dean’s head closer, touching their foreheads together. Only the small quiver of Dean’s lips gave away his emotions. Cas scooted closer to him so that they were as close as possible.
Dean eventually gave in and fell into Cas’ arms, circling him in a tight hug and resting his head in the crook of Cas’ neck. Cas just held him close and let him grieve. His grip tightened into Cas’ back and Cas could feel hot tears on his neck. He turned his head and kissed Dean’s temple briefly. Cas has no idea how long they sat there together.
Dean decided, to the other’s agreement, that they shouldn’t wait anymore. They were going to kill Dick tonight. They packed the car again, two weapons in hand, Dean had a plan. One thing did make him cringe, though. “Gabriel! Come on, you have to be listening.” He was standing outside by his car. “We need you to kill these bastards.” Nothing. “Please?!”
Sounds of wings flapping behind him was Dean’s only warning before Gabriel spoke. “Could you call me a little louder, Dean? I don’t think all the angels heard you.” He took a few steps toward Dean, irritation in his eyes. “Have you forgotten that I’m playing dead? I’d rather keep it at playing, but thanks for the invite.”
“You’re not leaving.” Dean set his jaw in anger. “We need your help to get this done.”
“I already helped you.”
“Then finish the job. I promise, when this is over, you can be on your merry way.”
Gabriel pouted his lips in thought before rolling his eyes in defeat. “Fine, what do you need me to do?”
Dean was driving the Impala down the road to Sucrocorp at a good 90mph. Sam was beside him while Cas and Gabriel sat in the back. They all knew the plan. Gabriel shook his head. “This is ridiculous.”
The last word was cut short as Dean whipped his baby around a corner, crashing through the gate to the parking lot. The lone security guard gave chase. “If you bail now, we all die and the leviathans will take over. Is that what you want?”
Gabriel raised his eyebrows and gave him a bitchface that could rival Sam. Dean straightened the car out and slammed the pedal to the floor. They were going straight for the light-up sign for Sucrocorp. When Dean felt too close, he yelled, “NOW!”
In a blink, he and Cas were inside the building in an empty hallway. Sam should have been inside on a different floor. He was looking for Kevin. Dean and Cas were going for the boss. He heard the sounds of his baby smashing through the sign outside. Employees ran to the windows, some ran down the hall to join the shots he heard being fired outside. He didn’t worry, Gabriel could take care of himself.
“Come on.” He pulled Cas’ sleeve as they walked down the hall. They made their way through offices and conference rooms. Dick was nowhere to be found.
It wasn’t until they reached the lab that they found the leviathan. He was telling the lab tech about a promotion when Cas doused him in cleaner and Dean sliced through his neck. Dick turned with a curious expression. He looked at the headless man on the floor.
“Little abrupt, but okay. Castiel,” he smiled at him, “good to see you again. Thanks for the ride into Paradise.” Dean pulled out the bone with blood on it. “Good on you, pulling that together. A+.”
“Oh,” Dean stepped forward and over the body on the floor, “you don’t think this will work, do you? You trust that demon?”
“Do you?”
“Here’s the thing with Crowley: he will always find a way to bone you.”
Dick smirked. “This meeting’s over.” He moved forward. Cas shoved Dean back and stepped between Dick and Dean. Dick grabbed Cas’ jacket and tossed him across the room and into the boxes of beakers stacked against the wall.
When Dick turned back around, Dean stabbed him with the bone in his hand. He lodged it in place before stepping back. Dick hardly flinched before pulling the bone out and snapping it in half. “Did you really think you could trump me?”
“Honestly,” Dean pulled his jacket back to reveal the other half of the bone he had just used, covered in the real blood, “no.”
Cas had picked himself up and grabbed Dick by the hair. He pulled his head back, exposing his neck for Dean. Dean stabbed him through the neck with the bone. Dick gurgled with eyes wide in shock. “I figured we’d have to catch you off guard.”
Sam busted through the door with Kevin right behind as Dean stepped back from Dick. The leviathan’s true face screamed and flashed as Dick bled black ooze. Sam was relieved, at least this seemed like it would work.
Then, the air around Dick started to pulsate out, reaching Dean and Cas. They backed up a little, but seemed transfixed. Dick smiled.
“GET BACK!” Gabriel appeared beside Dean, shoving him hard enough to bounce off Sam. Cas was thrown next, getting caught by Dean. “GET OUT!” Gabriel tried to fly off, but Dick grabbed the angel’s arms.
The pulsing air quickened and Dick laughed. Sam pushed Kevin out the door and pulled Dean and Cas out. Cas pulled against his grip. He wanted to help Gabriel. The archangel shook his head when Cas met his eye.
“Welcome home, angel.” Dick whispered to Gabriel before laughing again and exploding in a ball of black ooze. It covered all the walls in the lab.
When the flying ooze settled, Gabriel and Dick were gone. “No.” Cas pushed the doors open and ran inside.
“Cas.” Dean followed.
Cas stopped over the spot Dick and Gabriel had been standing. His eyes were wide and he shook his head.
“Cas,” Dean touched his arm, “what is it?”
“We should go.” A terrified Kevin called from the hallway. Sam was standing in the doorway.
“What happened?” Sam asked from the safety of the threshold.
“More chompers any second, Sam.” Kevin was looking for all the possible ways those monsters could attack next.
“Not to worry.” Crowley appeared beside Cas and Dean. “I have a small army of demons outside. Cut off the head and the body will flounder, right? It seems all the other levis have perished.”
“What happened to Gabriel?” Dean turned to face him.
Crowley shrugged. “That bone has a bit of a kick. God weapons often do. They should put a warning on the box.” He leaned around to look at Cas. “Or hubby here could have warned you.”
Cas snapped out of his daze and flipped on Crowley. He lunged forward and managed to knock the demon off his feet, mostly by surprise. “This shouldn’t have happened! He wasn’t supposed to…”
Crowley popped out of Cas’ grip and stood behind him. “Stop being such a martyr, Cas, my God. He did you a favor. Think of where you would be right now if he hadn’t swooped in and saved you.”
“Bring him back.” Cas gritted out the words through his teeth.
“Sorry, I can’t.” He snapped his fingers. Two demons appeared beside Kevin.
“No!” Sam reached out for him, only to be pushed away by the demons. “Let him go.”
“No, the prophet is mine.”
“If you take him,” Cas narrowed his eyes and moved into Crowley’s personal space, “I swear on everything that we will find you and kill you and everyone associated with you. The prophet stays with us. He gets to go home and you get to live.”
“When you’re just a human, that threat doesn’t scare me, sweetie.” Crowley put a hand on him to push him away. Cas pulled Ruby’s knife from his jacket and held it against Crowley’s throat.
“It should.” Cas was angrier than Dean had ever seen him. “Let him go, or I kill you now.”
“Is that wise?” He sounded the same, but Crowley’s eyes were a little nervous. “My boys here will kill all of you if you do that.”
Cas shrugged. “Then I guess we all die, or we all live, you choose.”
Crowley huffed a short laugh. “Wow, you haven’t changed much have you?” Cas pressed the knife into his neck. “Fine.”
“Deal?” Crowley furrowed his brows. “I let you live and you let the prophet go and live out his life without any more trouble from any demons. You’re also going to keep your distance from me and Sam and Dean.”
“That’s a lot of demands.”
“How much is your life worth to you?” Cas pressed the knife again.
Crowley snarled. He wanted to refuse, but Cas was serious. He snapped his fingers and Kevin was free. Sam removed him from the room. “You gonna back off now?”
“Do we have a deal?” Crowley rolled his eyes. “Say it.”
“Kevin Tran will not be hunted by demons of my control and neither will you or Sam or Dean.” Cas didn’t move. “What, you want to seal it?”
“I wouldn’t trust you on just your word.”
“If you wanted a kiss, Cas, you should have just asked.” He laughed as Dean’s face turned red.
“Cas, what kind of deal is this? Don’t sell your soul here.” Dean was boiling in anger. He wanted to cut that demon’s throat open.
“Don’t worry. I don’t want that twisted soul Cas possesses anyway. This is not that kind of deal. We should do this quickly before I change my mind.”
Cas tightened his lips and crashed his lips into Crowley’s. He expected it to be short, but Crowley was who he was. The demon held Cas’ head and deepened the kiss, pressing against the knife as he did.
Dean was glaring daggers at Crowley. He really wanted to say something, but Cas had it handled. When Crowley tried to go too far, Cas bit him sharply and the demon drew back.
“Feisty.” He laughed at the anger of both men. “Are we good?”
Cas put the knife back in his jacket. “If I see your face…”
“Don’t threaten violence, Cas. After a kiss like that, I might tempt you.” He smirked.
“Just go away.” Dean growled in anger. Crowley left them alone. “Was that necessary?”
“Dean, I’m sorry.” Cas walked for the door. “We need to get out of here.”
“Cas,” he pulled his arm, stopping him, “why would you make that deal?”
“Kevin deserves a life. I didn’t sell my soul, Dean.”
“We can handle Crowley and his goonies.”
“I saw a chance to end it and I took it. I know how to talk to Crowley, how to deal with him.”
“Yeah, I see that.” Dean would have the image of that kiss seared in his brain.
“Are you jealous?”
“No.”
Cas moved in and pressed his lips to Dean’s ear. “I’ll make you forget all about that kiss later.” He pulled Dean’s shirt as he walked down the hall.
The dead bodies of the leviathans were scattered all over the building. They all really had died when Dick died. They were able to tow the Impala back to the cabin and return Kevin home with a promise that he would check in with them every couple days.
News of people all over the country all dropping dead for no reason at relatively the same time was the headline for weeks. The leviathans were really gone and the boys hadn’t worked a job for over a week.
“So Cas, what did happen to Gabriel?” They were sitting around the table eating lunch when Sam couldn’t keep wondering silently.
“The weapon pulled him in, taking him with Dick when he was killed.”
“So, he ended up in the same place as Dick?” Cas nodded. “Which would be Purgatory, right?” He nodded again.
“We could have ended up in Purgatory?” Dean shuddered at the thought. Nothing but monsters and no way to really die. It would have been Hell all over again.
“Gabriel sacrificed himself to save us and he ended up right were he had been.”
None of them would claim to liking Gabriel too much, but he didn’t deserve to be damned to Purgatory either. None of them had a way to help him.
In the following weeks, Crowley kept up his deal. Kevin was safe and no demons messed with them. After the intense year of hunting, it was kind of nice to have some time off. But, like everything else in their lives, this wouldn’t last forever.
End if you wish.
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