Wine, Archangels and Song (3/4)

Feb 06, 2011 08:53



"I just promised you play, not to mention a very sore ass, once we're done here."

"A sore ass, eh?" Gabriel's lips quirked in a telling smirk he winked. "We'd better get to work then, hadn't we?"

"I had a feeling you'd see it my way."

"Why does that not surprise me?"

"Because you're smarter than you like to pretend." Dean smirked at him, Gabriel offering a single finger in response.

"I could say the same for you."

"I'm hot; I don't need to scare people by being too smart too," Dean retorted. "It's better to take 'em by surprise."

"Hrmm, maybe I'll call you Barbie..."

"Or maybe there won't be any sex!"

Gabriel only smirked, making Dean chuckle.

"Yeah, okay, that's not likely to happen," he admitted.

"Exactly, so get us to the next liquor store so we can track this fucker down."

***

"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm sick of visiting liquor stores," Dean groaned a few hours later.

"You're just grumpy because we didn't get anything to drink in any of them--or any leads either."

"We're spinning our wheels, and I think it's just a matter of time until someone else is attacked."

"You're probably right, but there's nothing else we can do right now--well, I could do more, but then I'd get my ass hauled back up there for a lecture, and I really don't feel like dealing with that right now, so let's go get something to eat, hmm?"

Dean shrugged. "Nothing else we can do, so we might as well. Burgers good for you?"

"Always," Gabriel assured him.

"Great, I spotted a diner on the way into town, and there were a few trucks at it. Those are usually the best places."

"And even if it isn't, the food will be when I'm done with it."

Fortunately, there was no need for Gabriel's help as the food was both good and plentiful, and the pair was leaning back in their chairs, drinking coffee over the ruins of pieces of chocolate cake when Dean's phone rang.

Dean looked startled at first before remembering that he'd given the number to the local police, and he answered. "Elliott here." His expression tightened as he listened, and he pushed to his feet, tossing a twenty on the table. "We're on our way."

"At least they waited until we'd eaten," Gabriel commented as they headed out to the Impala, Dean taking off as soon as he was in the car. "Let me guess, another attack?"

"Yeah, a woman attacked her fiancé over dinner. The guy's in critical condition at the hospital; they don't know if he's going to make it."

"We going to talk to the woman first?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, let's see what she has to say for herself right after the attack."

"Hopefully not that she's still hungry," Gabriel said wryly.

"If she is, I'm hiding behind you."

Gabriel snorted out a laugh at that. "Big, strong man, my ass."

"Hey, only an idiot doesn't make use of all his resources," Dean retorted. "I'm mortal; you're not. You fend off the crazy cannibal chick."

"So glad to be of use." They reached the address Dean had been given, a single-storey brick house with white shutters and luxurious plants growing in the beds outside.

"Doesn't look like the site of the Amityville Horror," Dean observed, "more like something that belongs in a fifties family drama."

"That's probably the point," Gabriel murmured, rubbing at the back of his neck then straightening his tie as they walked up the walkway toward the officer guarding the door. As they flashed their badges, he noted droplets of blood on the stoop, droplets that grew more numerous the farther into the house they moved.

Following Gabriel's gaze, Dean also noticed the growing amount of blood, and his expression tightened.

"Yeah, it only gets worse," Deputy Wilkins said, moving to meet them. "It just doesn't make any sense. I know Gina and Bob, and you couldn't find a more loving couple. They're supposed to get married just before Christmas, and half the town is invited to the wedding." He shook his head. "Gina wouldn't hurt a hair on Bob's head, on anyone's head. Hell, I've seen her carry a spider outside rather than killing it."

"Well, something certainly got to her," Gabriel observed, peering into the dining room and the wreckage of food and china on the floor. Stepping carefully, he walked into the room, squatting down beside the bloodstained table to examine an unbroken bottle of wine.

Glancing back at Dean, he straightened, then looked at the visibly upset deputy. "Is she still here?"

"We have her restrained in the den. We had to cuff her to the chair."

"Has she said anything yet?" Dean asked, moving toward the dining room.

"Nothing, she just growls at us." Wilkins shuddered at the memory.

Dean's eyebrows rose, and he glanced sharply at Gabriel. "Well, we'll see if we can get anything from her then."

"So glad to hear it," Gabriel muttered as he and Dean entered the den, a room that was filled with books and comfortable looking furniture--and a petite woman who would have been pretty if she hadn't been blood-splattered and straining at the cuffs that bound her, trying to get to them.

Dean stopped, staring at her. "Does she look familiar to you?"

"Is she that hotel worker that hit on you?"

"No, but I've seen her somewhere," Dean said slowly, moving to one side to try to get a better look at her face. Her red hair straggled over her face, and he stopped abruptly. "The first liquor store we went to today, as we left, there was a redhead looking at the wine."

Gabriel seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as he studied the woman. "Yeah, could be. Hey!" He snapped his fingers, causing the woman to focus on him, her snarls vanishing as she stared at him. "Want to tell us what happened?"

"Who are you? What happened?" She looked around in bewilderment, tugging at her restrained wrists. "Where's Bob?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" Dean asked, trying to keep her attention on him.

"We--we were having dinner; I made beef Wellington and risotto, his favorites." Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, creating tracks in the blood on her face. "We had some wine and--why are you asking me this? Where's Bob?"

"The hospital," Gabriel said bluntly.

"The hospital?! What happened?" Gina demanded again with increasing shrillness.

"I'm sorry, Gina, but you attacked your fiancé," Dean said, watching her intently.

"It wasn't your fault," Gabriel said, stepping forward and crouching in front of Gina, one hand resting on her knee. His nostrils flared, and his lips twitched as he straightened up again.

Dean caught the reaction, and he knew there was more here than he was seeing. "Care to share with the class?" he asked, watching Gabriel even more closely than Gina.

"Know anything about the Greeks?"

"What are you talking about?" Gina demanded. "What happened?"

"Well, I doubt you're talking about shield brothers right now," Dean muttered.

"Good times, good times," Gabriel chuckled before looking back at the distraught woman and snapping his fingers again, sending her into a deep sleep. "She smells Greek to me."

"Greek?" Dean questioned. "As in Zeus, Hera, Titans, that kind of Greek?"

"Exactly," Gabriel nodded. "The shit with Luci stirred lots of folks up."

Suddenly, Greeks, wine and women came together in Dean's mind, and his eyes widened. "Maenads?"

"Impressive." Gabriel smiled slightly. "And you have no idea how hard it was to let you figure it out yourself."

Dean glared. "You like to break rules; figure out how to break these. Because always hearing that is going to get old awfully fast."

"Try living it," Gabriel snorted. "I'm not used to restraining myself."

Despite the circumstances, Dean snickered. "I'm always happy to help you get used to being restrained."

"That kind of restraint, I have no problem with; it's these rules." He shuddered, his disgust evident in his expression.

"There, there, honey, you'll be fine," Dean said in a syrupy voice.

Gabriel growled in response, and the deputy's nervous voice came from the hall. "Is everything all right in there?"

"Just peachy."

Dean smirked, but he quickly sobered again after a glance at the sleeping woman in the chair, her face still twisted with unhappiness even in her unconscious state.

"Okay, now that we know what, what do we do about it?" Dean regarded Gabriel expectantly, having no experience with Maenads beyond a few adolescent fantasies.

"Maybe talk about it somewhere Deputy Dawg can't hear us? I'd really rather not have to deafen him."

"Uh yeah, let's skip that. Come on." Dean strode out of the room and toward the door, calling over his shoulder to the deputy. "Ms. Collette passed out. You should probably get her checked out. My partner and I are heading to follow up on some leads we were chasing earlier today."

Gabriel glanced back at the sleeping woman and shrugged. "Maybe it was something she ate."

The pair made their way to the Impala without being stopped, and Dean drove away, wanting to be able to talk without the chance of being overheard. "So, give," he demanded almost as soon as they were in motion. "How do we stop this?"

"Stop our helpful friend who sold her the wine," Gabriel offered.

"And do we even know who that is? Not everyone involved shopped at that store," Dean reminded him. "Though I suppose they could have paid cash."

"The clerk even helpfully pointed that out to us."

"He does seem a little too good to be true, doesn't he?" Dean mused. "But if that guy's Dionysus, he was really over-hyped back in the day."

"Why? Because he wasn't having drunken orgies in his wine shop? He could be consolidating power, using them to build up a base."

"Actually, I meant because Dionysus was supposed to be hot."

"You have an unhealthy obsession with how hot people are," Gabriel mused.

Dean just looked at him.

"You do! And don't think I didn't hear all those disparaging comments you made about me either."

"You made me eat my words," Dean said soothingly. "Okay, so assuming the dude's really a Greek god, how the fuck do we stop him? Throw olive oil at him?"

"Only if you want to fuck him."

"No thanks, one immortal being at a time's my limit."

"Awwww. Now as far as how to stop him..." Gabriel rubbed his chin as he looked upward. "Can't kill him, or I'd prefer not to, so we need to stop him and give him a stern talking to."

Dean gawked at him. "What the fuck?" he finally got out.

"Sarcasm."

"Asshole," Dean growled. "How do we stop a god?"

"I'm thinking!" Gabriel protested.

"I think I'm glad neither of us is a girl."

"Let me go see if I can find something; head back to the hotel, and I'll meet you there." With that, Gabriel vanished, leaving Dean alone in the Impala.

"Damn it, I hate when they do that," Dean grumbled as he continued back to their room, only to discover that the air wasn't working and the room was like an oven. Grumbling, he tossed his jacket and tie on the bed and then went to the office to let them know, finding that Terri was there again.

She looked up as he entered, and her bland smile became wide and welcoming as she leaned on the worn counter. "Hi there! Everything all right?" she asked, eyeing him avidly.

"Well, aside from the air conditioning not working," Dean replied, dredging up a half-hearted smile for her, despite his annoyance.

"Oh, I'm so sorry about that! I can move you to another room if you'd like."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. My partner's still out doing some work, and coming back to a hot room's no fun at all."

"Why don't you go pack up your things, and I'll see what's available." Terri smiled winningly. "Then I can show you to your new room--don't want you to get lost or anything."

Dean fought the urge to roll his eyes. "That's really not necessary. I'm pretty sure I can find it from the number once you let me know what it'll be." He gave her another quick smile. "But I will go get our stuff packed up."

"Okay, I'll let you know what your new room is." Terri looked disappointed at the brush-off and glanced down, then took a drink from a glass that had been hidden by the countertop.

"Thanks, Terri, you've been really helpful," Dean said, reaching over to squeeze her hand, causing her to give a strangely unfocused smile.

"That's what I live for."

"That's cool. It's good to enjoy your work, or so they tell me," Dean ended wryly.

"You don't like being an FBI agent?" Terri asked, proving that gossip travelled quickly in Crete, Ohio.

"Some days yes, some days no," Dean said with a shrug. "It's not a particularly cheerful job."

Terri nodded as she took another sip of her drink. "I guess it's really not like TV. Now go on, get your stuff so you can get moved."

Although he appeared somewhat startled at her suddenly harsher tone, Dean simply nodded and made his way back to the room. Hopefully Gabriel would get back before he changed rooms, but if not, Dean would leave a note on the door with the new room number... once he knew it.

He was still in the habit of traveling light, so it didn't take long to pack up the few things he'd actually unpacked, and Gabriel didn't actually have any baggage, so he was ready when the door opened. He looked up with a smile, expecting either Terri or Gabriel and was bowled over onto the bed by a ravening, snarling woman who had the same color hair and wore the same blouse that Terri had had on. Razor sharp nails dug into his arms, and ragged teeth snapped near his face as the creature that had been Terri tried to get at his neck.

"What the fuck!" Taken by surprise, Dean needed a moment to rally, but then, he knocked her out with a couple of punches. He rolled her off of him and sat up, catching his breath before grabbing some zip ties out of his luggage.

"Gabe!" he yelled while manhandling Terri toward the chair by the table.

The archangel appeared near the door, looking exasperated. "What?" he demanded before taking in Terri's limp form, the zip ties, and Dean's disheveled appearance and snickering. "Kinky, Winchester. You looking for advice or help?"

Dean glared over his shoulder. "She fucking tried to eat my face!"

"Definitely advice then," Gabriel mused as he stepped forward, scratching at the stubble on his jaw then touching the young woman on the temple with two fingertips. "She'll sleep now. What exactly happened?"

"Damned if I know. I went down to the desk to tell her that the AC's not working in the room, and she said she'd move us to another room. I came back here to pack, and next thing I knew, she was attacking me!"

"Well, something had to happen in between the two, or she would have been trying to rip your clothes off, not your face."

Dean snorted, backing up to sit on the edge of the nearest bed. "Well, she seemed a little angry downstairs... and she was drinking something," he remembered.

"She was drinking something." Gabriel rubbed his temples as he shook his head. "It's a miracle that you've lived as long as you have." The last was muttered as he nodded toward the door. "C'mon, let's go see what it was."

"What, am I supposed to freak out every time anyone drinks anything?" Dean demanded as he got to his feet to follow Gabriel. "People do that a lot, you know."

Gabriel just looked at him, then rolled his eyes as they headed out across the cracked parking lot toward the office. Once inside, he leaned over the counter, picked up the plastic cup and sniffed the remaining contents.

"Well, don't drink it!"

"A, I'm not female, B, I'm not human, won't do a thing to me," Gabriel promised.

"Humor me," Dean growled, looking uneasy.

"Yes, dear." Gabriel set the cup down and walked behind the counter, ducking down to pick up a mostly full bottle of wine, setting it on the worn laminate. "And here we have the culprit."

"And again with the wine. Tell me you found something on your little side trip?"

"As in how to stop our Greek nutcase?"

"Well, duh!"

"Just making sure. And to answer your question before you try to strangle me, yes."

"Finally! Well, care to share with the class?"

"Tea."

Dean stared.

Gabriel snorted. "Don't tell me that you've never heard of it."

"What the hell does tea have to do with anything?" Dean demanded, wondering if it was possible for an angel to go mad.

"It almost makes sense--in a strange, thematic way; when you think of it, tea is the opposite of wine--and it has the interesting effect of putting our buddy Dionysus to sleep for centuries."

"So, not solving the problem, but delaying it long enough to become someone else's. I can live with that."

Gabriel shrugged in response. "I'd really rather not kill any more of their pantheon."

"The only good god is a dead god."

"Be nice, Dean."

"Why? They aren't," Dean grumbled.

"Right now they're all a little riled up, and I'm sure you can guess why."

"Well, then they should be pissed at you and yours, not me and mine."

Gabriel only looked at him, and Dean stared back, his eyebrows rising challengingly.

"For the most part we were the innocent victims."

"Good point," Gabriel said, grinning suddenly. "So let's go make sure of who gave your cute little Terri that wine, then we can go put him to sleep."

"Now that's a plan I can get behind."

"Then lead on. You're the one she came after; you're the one who can talk to her."

"Great," Dean grumbled, but he went back to the room where Terri was still unconscious in the chair. "You're going to have to wake her up if you expect me to get any answers out of her."

"Just full of orders, aren't you?" Gabriel muttered as he touched Terri's forehead, her eyes opening a split-second later.

"What?" Her gaze darted from one man to the other. "What's going on? Why am I here?"

"You attacked me, Terri," Dean said, crouching down in front of her, "the same way those other women attacked the men they were with. And it was because of the wine you were drinking. Where did you get it?"

"The--the wine?" she asked, her eyes huge. "It was from Mr. Leuther. He said I needed a pick-me-up."

Gabriel snorted at that comment. "Or something."

"Yeah, well, you should go sleep it off, and we'll go deal with dear old Leuther," Dean said, helping her to her feet. "You'll be okay after a good night's sleep."

"But I need to work; there's no one else here to watch the place," she protested.

"I think for one night, you can close down early. You need some rest."

"We can watch the place for you," Gabriel added when Terri seemed to be wavering.

"A-all right," she said quietly. "If you think it wouldn't be a problem."

"I'm sure of it. Go on home now," Dean said gently, nudging her toward the door.

"Can you stay out of trouble while I go get what we need?" Gabriel asked once she was gone.

"I'm in a room alone. I think I can manage it."

"You were in a room alone when I left before," Gabriel pointed out with a snort. "Just try not to attract any homicidal women while I'm gone this time."

"I'll just sit here and sweat... unless you can fix the air?"

Gabriel looked toward the window unit that obligingly began to pump frigid air out into the room. "Better?"

"Much, thanks. I'll be right here when you get back."

"You do that." Gabriel vanished again, returning less than fifteen minutes later holding a glazed earthenware pot in his hands. "And voila."

Dean had taken advantage of the time to change into his usual hunting clothes, and now he regarded the pot with a distinct lack of excitement. "So that's the miracle tea?"

"Yup, wanna try?" Gabriel asked, offering the pot.

"Naw, that's okay; I'd make a crappy Sleeping Beauty."

"All it would do to you was to make you gag," Gabriel promised.

"Also not something I look for in my drinks," Dean assured him. "Do you need to brew it or something before we go find him?"

"See the steam coming out of the spout? It's brewed."

"Do I look like a tea drinker to you?" Dean pulled a face. "So let's go then."

"Drive on, McDuff. I'll hold the pot."

"Jerk," Dean grumbled, but he followed Gabriel to the Impala and drove them to the liquor store. "I really hope this place is still open and he's still here."

"All we can do it go by and see, but considering it isn't even dark, I'm betting that he's there."

"And if not, we'll find him. I'm sure your angel mojo is up to keeping the tea hot."

"That's me, the tea cozy," Gabriel snorted.

"At least you're not a little teapot," Dean snickered.

"And I'm certainly not short and stout. Oh and by the way, Dionysus isn't going to be thrilled that we're trying to get this down him."

"Of course he won't," Dean sighed. "Well, he didn't have anything like thunderbolts to throw around that I can remember, so it shouldn't be too bad. You are an archangel, after all."

"Really?" Gabriel asked dryly.

"That's gotta be better than a pagan god, doesn't it?"

"Damn right it is."

"Good, so this should be a piece of cake."

"Let me guess, I hold him, and you pour it down his throat."

"Sounds like a good division of labor to me."

Gabriel snorted.

"What, you think it makes more sense for me to try to hold him down?"

"I'm just wondering what this Greco-Roman wrestling will get me."

"It'll put an end to this hunt, and we'll be able to move on to other activities."

"Carrot, stick, carrot, stick," Gabriel muttered.

"Oh, I guarantee you'll like the stick."

"Oooo, promises, promises."

"If you weren't an angel, you might not be able to sit down tomorrow."

"Ooo baby, threaten me some more," Gabriel crooned, "just not while I'm holding a teapot."

Dean snickered. "Do you need a cozy?"

"Are you offering to knit it?"

"Dude, the only thing I do with knitting needles is stick 'em into things that need killing."

Gabriel's eyebrows rose at that. "You have knitting needles in the back of this thing? Cool."

Dean paused, one eyebrow rising slightly, and he gave the archangel a sidelong glance. "What exactly are you planning to do with knitting needles?"

"Knit you a scarf."

"Oh, thank god we're here; I need something to drink!"

"Just don't drink the wine," Gabriel chuckled, shifting the teapot to one hand so he could open the car door and step out into the parking lot in front of the liquor store.

"I'm not a woman, in case you haven't noticed," Dean grumbled. He followed Gabriel, perfectly content to remain behind the immortal being when going to face a pagan god.

"Which could make what it does to you really interesting," Gabriel pointed out, glancing back at Dean then at the door before reaching out and opening it himself.

"You want me to try eating you in a not so good way?"

"Hrmm, maybe some other time," Gabriel snickered before frowning. "Problem," he said, glancing at Leo, who was behind the counter.

"Which is? The guy's here, so we bag him."

"The guy is here, but that's not our guy."

"Is there something else you need, Agents?" Leo asked, eyeing the candy red teapot in Gabriel's hand oddly.

"He gets thirsty," Dean said blandly. "We're looking for Mr. Leuther. Is he here?"

"I think he's home; want me to give him a call for you?" Leo asked, reaching for the phone on the counter.

"No, but you can give us his address. We need to see him in person."

"I'm not sure..." the older man began.

"It would be easier that way," Gabriel said, cutting him off. "We just need to ask him some questions."

"Official business," Dean added, and after a moment Leo nodded slowly.

He wrote the address on a piece of paper and started to hand it to Gabriel, who was closer, but then he stopped, looked at the teapot in the supposed FBI agent's hand again, and passed the information to Dean.

"Thanks, we appreciate the assistance." They turned and headed for the door, Gabriel keeping the tea hot and steaming the whole of the trip to the address they had been given, a house that was mostly hidden behind luscious vines that draped down over the walls to the wild-looking garden at their foot.

Dean eyed the vines. "Are those actually grape vines in Ohio?"

"Sure, not anything vintage, but there are. Those look pretty damn mature for a house that's only been there five years."

"If you say so," Dean shrugged. They looked pretty much like ivy to him. "I like beer better."

"How about champagne?"

"Under the right circumstances. But I'm pretty sure I've never had Ohio champagne. Doesn't it have to be from France to be champagne?"

"Bubbly wine is bubbly wine," Gabriel snorted. "So, got a plan?"

"Hand me the teapot." Dean gave him a quick grin. "Then you grab him, and I pour it down his throat."

"Do you want hot pads so you don't burn your hands?"

"How 'bout I just hold it by the handle?"

Gabriel just snickered and handed the pot over before starting up the walk, rolling his shoulders under his jacket as if to loosen them. He knocked briskly on the door, and, when the door was opened by a stunningly beautiful man, beamed a smile at him. "Mr. Leuther, right?"

Auburn eyebrows rose inquiringly. "That's right. And you are?"

Dean stayed back for a moment, taking in the finely chiseled features, thick auburn hair and eyes so dark they seemed to swallow him. He briefly imagined Gabriel and the supposed god entwined together, but he stopped that the line of thought abruptly when he felt himself react to the mental image.

"Your new best friends." Gabriel slung an arm around the other man's shoulders, turning him and walking him into the house, to his obvious surprise. "Is your first name Lex by the way?"

"Do I look like an evil, bald billionaire to you?" Leuther snorted, allowing himself to be guided inside despite his wariness.

"The bald part doesn't fit," Gabriel mused, "can't say yet about the other two. He's Dean, I'm Gabe."

"And you're here why?" Leuther asked, eyeing first the man who still had an arm around his shoulders, and then the man who he now saw holding a... "Teapot!"

When he tried to duck out of his hold, Gabriel tightened his grip, holding him in place. "What's that? Afraid of a little tea?"

Dionysus looked startled when he couldn't wrench free, and he frowned at Gabriel. "What are you?" he demanded, momentarily distracted from his situation.

"Currently? I'm not quite sure; you may want to ask that of him though," Gabriel winked.

"He's the archangel Gabriel," Dean informed the Greek god cheerfully, making him turn to stare at the angel.

"Why are you interfering? I stayed out of that craziness you had going on with Lucifer."

"Hey! I didn't have anything going on with Lucifer," Gabriel protested. "And since you didn't ask, this is Dean Winchester; he has an issue with you making the nice ladies of this town men-hungry psychos."

Dionysus glanced over at Dean again, this time ignoring the teapot for the man holding it. "Pretty. Can I talk you into an orgy?"

Dean snorted. "If you'd asked me that before the nice girl at the hotel desk tried to eat my face off, you might have gotten a different answer."

"Ah, so it was you two at the hotel; Leo told me that some FBI agents were asking around."

"Yeah, well, you start making people kill each other in weird ways, you're going to meet up with hunters," Dean replied.

"I've been asleep for centuries," Dionysus protested, "I was just trying to make things more like home."

"You should have tried adapting to the world as it is instead," Dean said bluntly, nodding to Gabriel, who beamed back at him.

"Why thank you."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Would you just hold him?"

"Let's talk about this," Dionysus said, again trying to free himself from Gabriel's grasp.

"Going to suggest another orgy?" Gabriel asked hopefully.

"Gabe!"

"I could hold him while we did it!"

Dionysus looked from Dean to Gabriel and back again. "That would be all right with me."

Dean actually hesitated, regarding them both. "That would be a really bad idea," he said slowly, clearly tempted.

"No, it wouldn't," Dionysus wheedled, his expression turning smoldering.

"Yes, it would," Dean snapped, moving forward with the teapot.

"Guess that's a no, Dion," Gabriel shrugged, maneuvering the now struggling god toward a chair and seating him in it, tilting his head back so that Dean had a clear path to pour. "And don't worry, I'll drop you off with Aphrodite; she'll take good care of you."

Dionysus never had a chance to reply as Dean began pouring the tea into his mouth, and he had to swallow or choke. It only took a few swallows before his struggles slowed and his eyes closed, and he slumped in the chair, but Dean continued to pour the tea until unconsciousness stopped him swallowing, not wanting to stop too soon.

"All done," Gabriel smirked. "Now off to his wife; she'll keep track of him, and maybe he'll have learned something the next time he wakes up."

"Wasn't Aphrodite Hephaestus' wife?" Dean asked. "Never mind, doesn't matter. A Greek god's a Greek god. Let's get rid of him, and then we can see about what we talked about earlier."

"Wife, consort, with Greek gods, you can't keep them straight." Gabriel hefted the unconscious god up onto his shoulder. "See you back at the hotel." He winked at Dean then vanished.

"I really hate it when he does that," Dean grumbled yet again. He made his way out to the Impala, pausing outside when he glanced over his shoulder and realized that the house, which had been covered in lush vines when they arrived now stood bare, no different from a thousand other cookie cutter urban homes.

"Weird." Shaking his head, he slid into the car, but his phone ringing prevented him from driving away.

"Elliott," he barked.

"Agent Elliot, this is Sheriff Yaeger. I've got your card here, but I have no idea why you're in town. Care to enlighten me?"

At first startled, Dean quickly realized that either the departure of the god or the archangel's intervention had erased everyone's memory of what happened. He just hoped it had been Gabriel and that he'd also healed the men who had been injured and returned the women to their homes.

Part 4

supernatural, slash, fic

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