Demon Dean - Chapter Ten
Title: Demon Dean - Chapter Ten
Author: sil9800
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel, Character Redacted
Pairing: GEN - None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/contains: Adult Language and Violence
Word count: 27, 293
Summary: Picks up immediately after 9x23 “Do You Believe in Miracles.” As Dean slowly realizes what’s happened and what he’s become, Team Free Will is gutted by the loss of Dean’s humanity and must figure out how to save him while also dealing with Cas’ fading grace. All comments welcome and encouraged! WIP - Updates to follow every few days.
A/N: Hate to have to do this, but this is going to be my last post until after Tuesday or Wednesday at least (maybe a little longer) while we struggle with moving to the new place. Moving day is Tuesday, and at this time I'm not sure exactly when we'll have internet service in place. So, enjoy this chapter and I'm really sorry to have to leave you like that (LOL - you'll see what I mean at the end!).
While I'm at it, if you are reading this story and have not commented yet, please consider doing so! I would love to hear what you think of it so far! Please consider sharing your favorite parts, or whatever it is that keeps you coming back! Thank you very much and I hope you all continue to enjoy "Demon Dean."
**DISCLAIMER** I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters portrayed on the show and make no profit from this storytelling; however, I do have the utmost respect for those that do!
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Sam ran outside, just in time to see his brother already in the car and peeling out of the parking lot. He pushed his hair back with both hands as he watched the tail lights speed away, then headed back inside.
“Oh no you don't!" he said, silently grateful his brother had taken the car instead of just disappearing to God knows where. He opened his laptop as he sat down at the table and started tapping away at the keys.
"Gotcha!" he said as the GPS tracker he had activated on Dean’s phone while he was in the shower earlier came up on the screen. At the moment it looked like Dean was driving aimlessly around town, but Sam knew better than that. What he didn’t know was where Dean was headed specifically, so Sam let the tracker run in the background while he hacked into every coroner's report he could find within a 50 mile radius. After what Sam had witnessed before his brother took off, he assumed Dean was out there looking for something to kill, so he read the coroner's reports as fast as he could, trying not to miss any clues, but found no indication of anything supernatural occurring in the area within the last six months. That left Sam with a terrifying thought: If Dean couldn't find anything supernatural to kill, would he settle for something else? Something human? That’s when the window tracking Dean’s movements started to flash. “Oh crap!” he said, and grabbed his back pack on the way out the door. Dean had stopped right in the middle of the seedier section of town.
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After leaving Hannah's office Cas asked Gabriel, "What happened to following my lead?"
Gabriel’s face just grinned, "Oh come ON Cas! She more than had it coming. Let’s just chalk it up to the trickster coming out to play and move on. Besides, there's too few of us archangels left now, these youngsters need to be reminded who they're messing with every once in a while, present company excluded of course."
"Of course" Cas replied with his own grin as they stood next to a stream in what may as well be described as Cas’ heaven now, and began discussing how to find the last ingredients they needed for the spell. Unlike the feathers and the other items they had already gathered, Metatron said that the final ingredients had to come from inside heaven.
"I've got a pretty good idea where to start looking for the first one.” Cas said, “We just need to follow this stream to get there. But, I have no idea how to find the other one."
"Oh I do." Gabriel said with a knowing smile, "You just leave that one to me." So they started walking along the stream, straight to where every stream and river and road in heaven led, to the garden itself in the very heart of heaven.
When they had finally arrived, they each took a deep breath of the clean, crisp air and marveled at the beauty that surrounded them.
"I always forget how beautiful it is here." Cas said.
"Yep, Dad really had a soft spot for this place," Gabriel said," and Eden wasn't too far off the mark either."
"I’m glad you're enjoying it here." Joshua said from behind the angels as he joined the conversation. “I worked very hard to make this place just the way He wanted it.”
Surprised by his sudden appearance Cas simply said, "Joshua, thank you for coming."
"It may surprise you to learn that I don't get too many visitors here, so when someone shows up, I tend to do the same." Joshua said, "Now, how can I help you Castiel? Or is it Gabriel that needs my assistance?"
"Actually, I think it's me this time." Gabriel answered.
Joshua then spoke quietly to Gabriel and said, "Good, I was hoping I wasn't going to have to explain that I don't know where our Father is, again."
Gabriel replied, "Yeah, well, as much as we'd love to know the answer to that question, it's not the reason we've come. I'm afraid we may need something from your garden here."
"Oh?" Joshua asked, "What would that be?"
"Actually, I'm not sure it really matters, it's more of a 'consent' thing. You see, we're trying to get new wings for the angels, but the spell to do it requires the 'consent of heaven.' So, Castiel thought the best place to start looking for that would be in the heart of heaven, the garden itself."
"I see." Joshua paused, "Well to tell you the truth, I haven't always approved of everything our brothers and sisters have done in recent years," Gabriel started to argue, but Joshua just held up his hand and continued, "but, I suppose we all suffered for that, during and after the fall. Wait here gentlemen, I think I know just the thing you're looking for." Without wings himself, Joshua walked away, returning a few minutes later with an apple in hand.
"Whoa, that's it?" Gabriel asked holding up his hands and refusing to accept the apple, "I mean, not that I don’t trust you Joshua, but that's not forbidden or anything, is it?"
Joshua answered by explaining that it was precisely why the apple was forbidden in the first place that it was exactly what they needed now.
"You don't know the real reason why the apple was forbidden in Eden do you?" Joshua asked and Gabriel and Cas shook their heads. "It's OK, not many do. You see, the apple was God's favorite fruit, and the tree in Eden was actually grown from a seed taken from the tree found right here. So, since it grew from heaven itself, our Father forbade eating from it on earth."
Realizing now that since the apple had been cherished by their Father, and given voluntarily by its guardian, it was indeed the perfect donation to the cause. After then allowing Joshua to show them his favorite areas of the garden, Gabriel and Cas sincerely thanked him and said their goodbyes. The angels then looked around one last time before setting off again.
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Sam left the motel with his slim-jim in hand, and walked down the street to a dark alley where some cars were parked between a bar and a retail store. He found a nice, anonymous looking one, popped the lock, and had it hot-wired and driving away in two minutes flat. Sam pulled out his phone to check the GPS tracker and followed it about 5 miles to where Sam found the Impala. Parking his stolen car nearby, he got out and made note of his surroundings as he approached the Impala and looked inside. Seeing the duffle bag in the back seat, Sam opened the door and rifled through it, noticing the phone on top and as suspected, the First Blade was gone. Sam hated that thing with a passion, and knew whoever was on the other side of it was going to be in mortal danger. Sam then heard a scream and the unmistakable sound of gunfire coming from an apartment building a block away. Sam ran towards it and just as he got there a woman nearly knocked him over trying to run away.
Sam grabbed her to keep them both balanced and asked, "What apartment?!"
"Don't go up there!” She yelled, “It'll kill you!"
"It’s OK, I can stop him, what apartment?!" Sam urgently asked again.
"216, but it's too late! Nothing can stop it!" She yelled back trying to get away.
Sam let the woman go and moved inside the building where he almost tripped over a man lying on the floor. Sam bent down and rolled him over to check for a pulse. The man was beaten and bloody, with his gut slashed open, and definitely dead.
Sam then ran upstairs, easily taking 2 steps at a time with his long legs, and heard Dean's voice yelling at someone inside apartment 216. Finding the door locked, Sam kicked it open and quickly assessed the situation.
Dean had a man with stringy blonde hair and dirty clothes, looking like he was strung out on something, backed into a corner of the living room with broken furniture everywhere; he was holding the First Blade in his hand and his shirt was stained with blood. The hallway to the bedrooms was blocked by a dresser that had been shoved in place to keep the man from escaping to his right, and a bookcase on the other side prevented him from fleeing to his left. Startled by the front door flying open, the man looked at Sam with wide eyes that were begging for help, but Dean hadn’t even flinched. With the man’s attention elsewhere, Dean took advantage of the opportunity and started moving towards him with the First Blade in attack position. Everything happened very quickly after that.
Sam called out his brother's name, trying to get his attention off the man he was about to attack.
Dean finally turned his head to see Sam standing in the broken doorway as hellfire lit the room.
"Drop the Blade! Please Dean!" Sam pleaded but received no response as Dean just turned away and began moving towards the man again.
"NO!" Sam yelled flying across the room to get between Dean and the man he was now trying to kill.
Seeing Sam in front of him finally snapped Dean to attention long enough for the man to start yelling, "I shot him man! I SHOT him and he just stood there! And those eyes!"
Without taking his own eyes away from his brother, Sam spoke to the man behind him and said, "Go on, get out of here."
Dean finally spoke up saying, "I don't think so Sam!" as he blocked the man's path. "Did you see that guy downstairs?" he asked and then pointed the Blade towards the man, "He killed that guy!"
"Yeah, I saw him," Sam said, relieved to hear Dean had not been the one to do it as he had feared. "But you don't want to do this man."
Dean stared right past Sam to the man behind him and said, "Like hell I don’t, he killed him Sam!"
"OK, maybe he did,” Sam said, “but we let the cops handle things like this, remember?"
Dean replied defiantly, "Not this time, now move out of my way, or so help me..."
But Sam wasn't going anywhere and when Dean realized that he pushed Sam to the floor and shoved the murderer against the wall bringing the Blade to his throat.
Sam then looked up and yelled at the top of his lungs, "DEAN STOP! HE'S HUMAN!"
But Dean's hatred and blood-lust were overwhelming and drowning out everything else to the point where he could barely hear his brother yelling at him from just four feet away. But Sam's pleading to save a human life finally resonated with something buried very deep inside, and Dean stopped the Blade just short of slitting the man's throat.
Sam picked himself up off the floor as quickly as possible for a man his size and stood right next to the man still pinned against the wall. Just inches away from his brother now, Sam saw him starting to shake, gritting his teeth, and he could have sworn he heard a faint growl as well. Sam knew the demon he saw wasn’t possessing his brother, it was his brother. Regardless, Sam continued pleading, not with the demon, but with the brother he knew was in there too, "He's human Dean! Put the Blade down!"
"I can't Sam, I can't do it! He killed a human too, he deserves it. Why shouldn't I give him what he deserves?" Dean asked and pushed the blade into the man's throat causing it to bleed.
"Dean, NO! OK, you want to know why, right? I’ll tell you why, because that’s not US man! That’s not who WE are! You're better than this Dean! WE'RE better than this."
Dean closed his eyes for just a moment, and not even consciously knowing why, he moved the Blade back a quarter-inch.
Sam saw the Blade’s movement and said, "OK that’s good, now, look at me." Dean’s black eyes darted back and forth between his brother and the murderer he intended to kill. With the man still pinned against the wall, the Blade was shaking less than an inch from his throat.
Seeing how hard his brother was fighting to stay in control, Sam’s heart just broke right then and there. He felt tears welling in his eyes but knew he couldn’t look away for even a second so he just let them fall and said, "We’re in this together Dean, don’t you see? You and me, just like always!"
Dean was fighting his very nature now, "How do I stop Sam? He deserves it, you know he does."
"Just let it go Dean, remember? That's what you told me in that church, just let it go and put the Blade down. Then this guy’s gonna call the police and confess."
"I am?" The man asked.
Dean pushed the Blade back into man’s throat and Sam looked at him and asked, "Do you WANT to die?" Then he looked back to his brother and said “He’ll call Dean; we'll stay here until he does and we'll wait outside until the cops show up to make sure he doesn't run. Just let it go."
Dean continued to hold the man against the wall, but then folded his elbow, still shaking, but allowing the Blade to move away from the murderer's neck. He closed his eyes for moment and when he opened them again, they were back to their original color. He then looked at Sam and with a broken voice he asked, "You and me?"
"Yeah, you and me," Sam said, "just like it's always been."
Dean hesitated and said, "There are things I haven't told you yet Sammy."
Sam shook his head and let out the smallest laugh, releasing some of the tension of the moment and said, "And you think I didn't know that?"
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"Ok, where to now?" Cas asked. "You said you knew where to get the last ingredient."
"Just follow me brother." Gabriel said as they walked along until they came upon a path that led through some woods, and then to what appeared to be a rundown shack with a warding sigil painted on the door.
“Allow me.” Gabriel said, “You have to knock in a very specific pattern for the door to open.”
After Gabriel had knocked Cas thought the pattern sounded familiar. “Wait, isn't that the introduction to a song? 'Smoke on the Water' isn't it?”
“Well color me impressed!” Gabriel said.
"Don't be, I heard that song while driving with Dean on our way to interrogate Raphael.” Cas said.
Gabriel laughed at that and knocked on the door in the same pattern a second time and shortly thereafter the door swung open revealing a young man holding a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer in his hand.
“Gabe!!” He said.
“Doctor Badass!!” Gabriel replied, as they shook hands and shared a bro-hug.
"Castiel," Gabriel said, "I’d like you to meet Ash, also known as Dr. Badass!"
Author: sil9800
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel, Character Redacted
Pairing: GEN - None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/contains: Adult Language and Violence
Word count: 27, 293
Summary: Picks up immediately after 9x23 “Do You Believe in Miracles.” As Dean slowly realizes what’s happened and what he’s become, Team Free Will is gutted by the loss of Dean’s humanity and must figure out how to save him while also dealing with Cas’ fading grace. All comments welcome and encouraged! WIP - Updates to follow every few days.
A/N: Hate to have to do this, but this is going to be my last post until after Tuesday or Wednesday at least (maybe a little longer) while we struggle with moving to the new place. Moving day is Tuesday, and at this time I'm not sure exactly when we'll have internet service in place. So, enjoy this chapter and I'm really sorry to have to leave you like that (LOL - you'll see what I mean at the end!).
While I'm at it, if you are reading this story and have not commented yet, please consider doing so! I would love to hear what you think of it so far! Please consider sharing your favorite parts, or whatever it is that keeps you coming back! Thank you very much and I hope you all continue to enjoy "Demon Dean."
**DISCLAIMER** I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters portrayed on the show and make no profit from this storytelling; however, I do have the utmost respect for those that do!
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Sam ran outside, just in time to see his brother already in the car and peeling out of the parking lot. He pushed his hair back with both hands as he watched the tail lights speed away, then headed back inside.
“Oh no you don't!" he said, silently grateful his brother had taken the car instead of just disappearing to God knows where. He opened his laptop as he sat down at the table and started tapping away at the keys.
"Gotcha!" he said as the GPS tracker he had activated on Dean’s phone while he was in the shower earlier came up on the screen. At the moment it looked like Dean was driving aimlessly around town, but Sam knew better than that. What he didn’t know was where Dean was headed specifically, so Sam let the tracker run in the background while he hacked into every coroner's report he could find within a 50 mile radius. After what Sam had witnessed before his brother took off, he assumed Dean was out there looking for something to kill, so he read the coroner's reports as fast as he could, trying not to miss any clues, but found no indication of anything supernatural occurring in the area within the last six months. That left Sam with a terrifying thought: If Dean couldn't find anything supernatural to kill, would he settle for something else? Something human? That’s when the window tracking Dean’s movements started to flash. “Oh crap!” he said, and grabbed his back pack on the way out the door. Dean had stopped right in the middle of the seedier section of town.
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After leaving Hannah's office Cas asked Gabriel, "What happened to following my lead?"
Gabriel’s face just grinned, "Oh come ON Cas! She more than had it coming. Let’s just chalk it up to the trickster coming out to play and move on. Besides, there's too few of us archangels left now, these youngsters need to be reminded who they're messing with every once in a while, present company excluded of course."
"Of course" Cas replied with his own grin as they stood next to a stream in what may as well be described as Cas’ heaven now, and began discussing how to find the last ingredients they needed for the spell. Unlike the feathers and the other items they had already gathered, Metatron said that the final ingredients had to come from inside heaven.
"I've got a pretty good idea where to start looking for the first one.” Cas said, “We just need to follow this stream to get there. But, I have no idea how to find the other one."
"Oh I do." Gabriel said with a knowing smile, "You just leave that one to me." So they started walking along the stream, straight to where every stream and river and road in heaven led, to the garden itself in the very heart of heaven.
When they had finally arrived, they each took a deep breath of the clean, crisp air and marveled at the beauty that surrounded them.
"I always forget how beautiful it is here." Cas said.
"Yep, Dad really had a soft spot for this place," Gabriel said," and Eden wasn't too far off the mark either."
"I’m glad you're enjoying it here." Joshua said from behind the angels as he joined the conversation. “I worked very hard to make this place just the way He wanted it.”
Surprised by his sudden appearance Cas simply said, "Joshua, thank you for coming."
"It may surprise you to learn that I don't get too many visitors here, so when someone shows up, I tend to do the same." Joshua said, "Now, how can I help you Castiel? Or is it Gabriel that needs my assistance?"
"Actually, I think it's me this time." Gabriel answered.
Joshua then spoke quietly to Gabriel and said, "Good, I was hoping I wasn't going to have to explain that I don't know where our Father is, again."
Gabriel replied, "Yeah, well, as much as we'd love to know the answer to that question, it's not the reason we've come. I'm afraid we may need something from your garden here."
"Oh?" Joshua asked, "What would that be?"
"Actually, I'm not sure it really matters, it's more of a 'consent' thing. You see, we're trying to get new wings for the angels, but the spell to do it requires the 'consent of heaven.' So, Castiel thought the best place to start looking for that would be in the heart of heaven, the garden itself."
"I see." Joshua paused, "Well to tell you the truth, I haven't always approved of everything our brothers and sisters have done in recent years," Gabriel started to argue, but Joshua just held up his hand and continued, "but, I suppose we all suffered for that, during and after the fall. Wait here gentlemen, I think I know just the thing you're looking for." Without wings himself, Joshua walked away, returning a few minutes later with an apple in hand.
"Whoa, that's it?" Gabriel asked holding up his hands and refusing to accept the apple, "I mean, not that I don’t trust you Joshua, but that's not forbidden or anything, is it?"
Joshua answered by explaining that it was precisely why the apple was forbidden in the first place that it was exactly what they needed now.
"You don't know the real reason why the apple was forbidden in Eden do you?" Joshua asked and Gabriel and Cas shook their heads. "It's OK, not many do. You see, the apple was God's favorite fruit, and the tree in Eden was actually grown from a seed taken from the tree found right here. So, since it grew from heaven itself, our Father forbade eating from it on earth."
Realizing now that since the apple had been cherished by their Father, and given voluntarily by its guardian, it was indeed the perfect donation to the cause. After then allowing Joshua to show them his favorite areas of the garden, Gabriel and Cas sincerely thanked him and said their goodbyes. The angels then looked around one last time before setting off again.
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Sam left the motel with his slim-jim in hand, and walked down the street to a dark alley where some cars were parked between a bar and a retail store. He found a nice, anonymous looking one, popped the lock, and had it hot-wired and driving away in two minutes flat. Sam pulled out his phone to check the GPS tracker and followed it about 5 miles to where Sam found the Impala. Parking his stolen car nearby, he got out and made note of his surroundings as he approached the Impala and looked inside. Seeing the duffle bag in the back seat, Sam opened the door and rifled through it, noticing the phone on top and as suspected, the First Blade was gone. Sam hated that thing with a passion, and knew whoever was on the other side of it was going to be in mortal danger. Sam then heard a scream and the unmistakable sound of gunfire coming from an apartment building a block away. Sam ran towards it and just as he got there a woman nearly knocked him over trying to run away.
Sam grabbed her to keep them both balanced and asked, "What apartment?!"
"Don't go up there!” She yelled, “It'll kill you!"
"It’s OK, I can stop him, what apartment?!" Sam urgently asked again.
"216, but it's too late! Nothing can stop it!" She yelled back trying to get away.
Sam let the woman go and moved inside the building where he almost tripped over a man lying on the floor. Sam bent down and rolled him over to check for a pulse. The man was beaten and bloody, with his gut slashed open, and definitely dead.
Sam then ran upstairs, easily taking 2 steps at a time with his long legs, and heard Dean's voice yelling at someone inside apartment 216. Finding the door locked, Sam kicked it open and quickly assessed the situation.
Dean had a man with stringy blonde hair and dirty clothes, looking like he was strung out on something, backed into a corner of the living room with broken furniture everywhere; he was holding the First Blade in his hand and his shirt was stained with blood. The hallway to the bedrooms was blocked by a dresser that had been shoved in place to keep the man from escaping to his right, and a bookcase on the other side prevented him from fleeing to his left. Startled by the front door flying open, the man looked at Sam with wide eyes that were begging for help, but Dean hadn’t even flinched. With the man’s attention elsewhere, Dean took advantage of the opportunity and started moving towards him with the First Blade in attack position. Everything happened very quickly after that.
Sam called out his brother's name, trying to get his attention off the man he was about to attack.
Dean finally turned his head to see Sam standing in the broken doorway as hellfire lit the room.
"Drop the Blade! Please Dean!" Sam pleaded but received no response as Dean just turned away and began moving towards the man again.
"NO!" Sam yelled flying across the room to get between Dean and the man he was now trying to kill.
Seeing Sam in front of him finally snapped Dean to attention long enough for the man to start yelling, "I shot him man! I SHOT him and he just stood there! And those eyes!"
Without taking his own eyes away from his brother, Sam spoke to the man behind him and said, "Go on, get out of here."
Dean finally spoke up saying, "I don't think so Sam!" as he blocked the man's path. "Did you see that guy downstairs?" he asked and then pointed the Blade towards the man, "He killed that guy!"
"Yeah, I saw him," Sam said, relieved to hear Dean had not been the one to do it as he had feared. "But you don't want to do this man."
Dean stared right past Sam to the man behind him and said, "Like hell I don’t, he killed him Sam!"
"OK, maybe he did,” Sam said, “but we let the cops handle things like this, remember?"
Dean replied defiantly, "Not this time, now move out of my way, or so help me..."
But Sam wasn't going anywhere and when Dean realized that he pushed Sam to the floor and shoved the murderer against the wall bringing the Blade to his throat.
Sam then looked up and yelled at the top of his lungs, "DEAN STOP! HE'S HUMAN!"
But Dean's hatred and blood-lust were overwhelming and drowning out everything else to the point where he could barely hear his brother yelling at him from just four feet away. But Sam's pleading to save a human life finally resonated with something buried very deep inside, and Dean stopped the Blade just short of slitting the man's throat.
Sam picked himself up off the floor as quickly as possible for a man his size and stood right next to the man still pinned against the wall. Just inches away from his brother now, Sam saw him starting to shake, gritting his teeth, and he could have sworn he heard a faint growl as well. Sam knew the demon he saw wasn’t possessing his brother, it was his brother. Regardless, Sam continued pleading, not with the demon, but with the brother he knew was in there too, "He's human Dean! Put the Blade down!"
"I can't Sam, I can't do it! He killed a human too, he deserves it. Why shouldn't I give him what he deserves?" Dean asked and pushed the blade into the man's throat causing it to bleed.
"Dean, NO! OK, you want to know why, right? I’ll tell you why, because that’s not US man! That’s not who WE are! You're better than this Dean! WE'RE better than this."
Dean closed his eyes for just a moment, and not even consciously knowing why, he moved the Blade back a quarter-inch.
Sam saw the Blade’s movement and said, "OK that’s good, now, look at me." Dean’s black eyes darted back and forth between his brother and the murderer he intended to kill. With the man still pinned against the wall, the Blade was shaking less than an inch from his throat.
Seeing how hard his brother was fighting to stay in control, Sam’s heart just broke right then and there. He felt tears welling in his eyes but knew he couldn’t look away for even a second so he just let them fall and said, "We’re in this together Dean, don’t you see? You and me, just like always!"
Dean was fighting his very nature now, "How do I stop Sam? He deserves it, you know he does."
"Just let it go Dean, remember? That's what you told me in that church, just let it go and put the Blade down. Then this guy’s gonna call the police and confess."
"I am?" The man asked.
Dean pushed the Blade back into man’s throat and Sam looked at him and asked, "Do you WANT to die?" Then he looked back to his brother and said “He’ll call Dean; we'll stay here until he does and we'll wait outside until the cops show up to make sure he doesn't run. Just let it go."
Dean continued to hold the man against the wall, but then folded his elbow, still shaking, but allowing the Blade to move away from the murderer's neck. He closed his eyes for moment and when he opened them again, they were back to their original color. He then looked at Sam and with a broken voice he asked, "You and me?"
"Yeah, you and me," Sam said, "just like it's always been."
Dean hesitated and said, "There are things I haven't told you yet Sammy."
Sam shook his head and let out the smallest laugh, releasing some of the tension of the moment and said, "And you think I didn't know that?"
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"Ok, where to now?" Cas asked. "You said you knew where to get the last ingredient."
"Just follow me brother." Gabriel said as they walked along until they came upon a path that led through some woods, and then to what appeared to be a rundown shack with a warding sigil painted on the door.
“Allow me.” Gabriel said, “You have to knock in a very specific pattern for the door to open.”
After Gabriel had knocked Cas thought the pattern sounded familiar. “Wait, isn't that the introduction to a song? 'Smoke on the Water' isn't it?”
“Well color me impressed!” Gabriel said.
"Don't be, I heard that song while driving with Dean on our way to interrogate Raphael.” Cas said.
Gabriel laughed at that and knocked on the door in the same pattern a second time and shortly thereafter the door swung open revealing a young man holding a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer in his hand.
“Gabe!!” He said.
“Doctor Badass!!” Gabriel replied, as they shook hands and shared a bro-hug.
"Castiel," Gabriel said, "I’d like you to meet Ash, also known as Dr. Badass!"