FIC - Supernatural Inception (Unimaginative Title is Unimaginative) 3/3
Title: Supernatural Inception
Author: villain
Rating: pg-13
Pairings: Eames/Arthur (main) and other various pairings from both fandoms.
Word Count: 12,132 (how did you get so long?)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Only the idea is mine, and I'm sure someone could find some way to take that from me too.
A/N: Final part. This gigantic thing was beta-ed by the amazing firehead41 . Hugs and kisses to her for dealing with my atrocious grammar and punctuation.
Summary: [Supernatural Crossover] What happens when the Inception team are hired to pick the brains of the Winchester brothers. There are secrets here that are not meant to be found.
Dean had to hand it to these guys. They knew how to get things done. Arthur seemed to be the go to guy, and he seemed to enjoy it from what Dean could see. He was fielding questions from the rest of the group when it looked like Cobb didn't have an answer. They ran like a well oiled machine and for a second Dean actually felt jealous. Why couldn't any of his and Sam's plans sound so perfectly planned?
“They are professionals, Dean. There is no need to feel inadequate.”
Dean looked over at Castiel and smiled. “It's not like I think I'm not good enough or anything like that. It's just that they're so, they make it look so easy.”
Castiel nodded as if he really did understand what Dean was trying to get at. “Perhaps our association with them does not need to conclude after this mission. They would certainly prove useful on our side of things.”
“I don't want to pull anyone else into this, Cas. We've gotten enough people killed for this war we started. I don't think Sam or me need anymore innocent blood on our hands if we can help it.” Part of him would have welcomed the help in whatever form it came in, but there was that other part of himself that wanted to keep their new group of allies as far away from the actual fight as possible.
Cobb cleared his throat at the front of the room and Dean fought down a blush when he realized that everyone's attention was now on him. “Guess I missed something, huh?”
“Just a bit,” Cobb answered. “I'd ask what you thought of this whole plan, but I get the feeling that you'll be getting the cliffnotes version from your brother on the way there.”
Dean flashed his most charming smile. “That's what Sammy's for. He does all the smart kid-listening and I do the ass-kicking.”
Ariadne laughed and reached over to pat Sam on the arm. “Don't worry, the smart ones get all the pretty girls.”
“I resent that,” Gabriel huffed.
“And the pretty boys too,” Ariadne corrected.
Dean pushed away from where he'd been leaning against the counter. “So I take the jokes to mean that our little pow-wow is over?”
Arthur nodded. “Everything should be ready. As long as you've got that holy oil you mentioned. I get the feeling that's not something we can just grab on our way there.”
“We've got enough,” Dean answered.
“And hey,” Gabriel interjected. “You've also got your own personal squeegee system. I can keep you guys off of Heaven's radar once this job's done. That way you won't have to worry about getting yourselves smited.”
Eames sniffed and ran a hand through his hair. “Useful skill. Now what do you say we get this little show on the road?”
Dean grinned. “Saddle up, boys.”
Ariadne cleared her throat and gave Dean a pointed look.
“And girls.”
Cobb shifted the van into park in front of the warehouse and turned in his seat to look back at Arthur and Eames. “You two be careful, alright?” Genuine concern crept into his voice and Eames stamped on the urge to say something sarcastic. “This is reality. We mess this up and things are going to go very bad.”
“We'll be careful, Dom,” Arthur answered easily. “We're always careful.”
The other two looked meaningfully at Eames and he felt a blush start under his collar. “I'll behave, I promise. I might be a little adverse to following a certain plan in other circumstances but I'm not going to deviate when there's bloody angels involved.”
“Make sure you don't,” Cobb said.
Ariadne pulled them both in and kissed them on the cheek. It had become something of a ritual for her whenever one of them went into the field and she couldn't. “Be careful you guys.”
Eames climbed out first, holding his hand out to help Arthur down and pulling the other man into a kiss. Arthur brought his hands up to cup Eames' face, deepening the kiss before the pushing the other man back. “It's time to work, Mr. Eames.”
“After you, darling.” Eames pulled the warehouse door open and stepped in after Arthur, leaving the door open in case they needed a quick exit.
“Ah, so you came back?”
Zachariah made for an odd figure. A older man dressed in a suit standing in the middle of a rundown, abandoned warehouse. “I take you've got what I sent you to find?”
Arthur pulled a manilla envelope out of his jacket and held it up. “We held up our end, now what about our pay? This was no ordinary job, and I think you know that. Something's going on here and I want to make sure you plan on honoring our arrangement.”
Zachariah's smile was all teeth, like a shark scenting the water. “Now see, that's where we're going to have a problem. I was under the impression that you were going to do this job for me out of the goodness of your hearts.”
“And what in blue perfect hell would have given you that impression?” Eames asked testily.
Arthur's eyes darted over to him, silently informing him that now was not the time.
“Well,” the word was drawn out like Zachariah was thinking it over. “I figure your sense of self preservation works, so that should be enough to tell you that I'm not someone to be trifled with.”
“You should have done your homework,” Eames replied, putting as much bravado into his voice as he could muster.
Arthur continued, “We're not people you should trifle with either.”
Eames could see the exact moment Zachariah knew what they were up to. Anger slid over the man's face and all sense of joviality washed away.
“What have you done?”
Eames grabbed Arthur's arm and they both made a mad dash for the door. What they hadn't expected was that Zachariah would have a physical weapon on him.
The gunshot boomed in the empty warehouse and Eames had no time to think about what was going on when Arthur stumbled beside him. He simply lifted the other man into his arms and ran through the thin wall of fire that had sprung up on the other side of the door. “You're on.”
Gabriel saluted him. “Just give us a few minutes and I'll see what I can do for your wife.”
Ariadne pulled the van door open and Eames lay Arthur down in the back, putting pressure on the hole in his shoulder. “Easy, love. It was a through-and-through, so just stay calm for me alright. We just have to leave it to our new friends.”
Arthur put his hand over Eames' on his shoulder. “I'm fine, Eames. You know I've had worse than this.”
“Ariadne, grab the first aid kit from under that seat. We need to be able to take care of this ourselves if Gabriel doesn't have enough energy left after they're done,” Cobb ordered, climbing into the back with them and crouching on Arthur's other side. “How're you holding up?”
Arthur clenched his teeth and Eames threaded their fingers together, lifting their hands away from the wound so Ariadne could work. “It's fine, Cobb. Go make sure they don't need anymore help.”
Eames could tell that Cobb wanted to argue, but the extractor only nodded. “Take care of him.”
“When have I not?” Eames asked, bringing Arthur's bloodied hand to his lips.
Cobb smiled sadly and Eames knew a small part of him was remembering Mal. He put a hand on Eames' shoulder, sharing a look with Ariadne before climbing out of the van.
Eames smoothed his free hand through Arthur's hair and prayed to a god he wasn't sure he believed in that this would work.
“I should have known you boys were behind this,” Zachariah growled. The light from the fire made the fury on the angel's face stand out starkly in the dim light. “How did you get that little group on your side?”
Dean smiled. “That was easy, we just promised not to kill them when this is over with. I think I've told you before that your people skills suck.”
“So what's your plan now? Leave me here while you go off trying to save the world?”
“Well, not exactly.” Dean physically felt it when Gabriel dropped his guise. The sheer presence of the Archangel pushing on him from all sides. From the corner of his eye, he saw Cobb stumble as the man came closer.
The look on Zachariah's face was indescribable.
“Impossible. You've been gone for millenia.”
Gabriel smiled and drew his blade, putting a calming hand on Sam's shoulder before turning back to Zachariah. “You should know by now, Zach. Nothing's impossible when you have a little faith. Now let's see how fast you move as a human.”
The Archangel's blade sang through the air and Zachariah didn't even have the opportunity to move before the metal pierced his throat. “Shut your eyes!” Gabriel shouted.
Dean saw Sam turn his head and he made sure Cobb had averted his eyes as well before slamming his own shut. His vision went red behind his closed eyelids and a hot air gusted over him before everything seemed to become almost unnaturally still.
“You can open your eyes now, Dean.” Castiel's hand touched the back of his neck and Dean let out a relieved sigh as he looked up into calm blue.
Dean craned his head to look over Castiel's shoulder into the ring of holy fire where Zachariah had been. The angel's empty vessel was slumped over on the dirty warehouse floor, Gabriel's blade sticking out of his throat and two giant wings silhouetted in ash against the floor. “Did that really just happen?”
Castiel nodded and his hand slid further up into Dean's hair, pulling his head down to rest their foreheads together. “It really happened.”
“Not to interrupt, but,” Cobb came to stand beside them. “Do you think Gabriel's up to healing my man?”
Dean looked over at where Sam was smudging out a part of the holy fire with his shoe, one hand on Gabriel's shoulder as he walked the Archangel into the circle to retrieve his weapon. “Hey Gabe, did you drop our little hiding spell yet?”
Gabriel pulled his blade from Zachariah's vessel with a harsh jerk, snapping his fingers to send the weapon away to wherever it went when it wasn't needed. “Dropped it as soon as Zach here knew what was going on. No use in keeping up a spell when we're standing right in front of him.”
Cobb cleared his throat and seemed to work up the courage to ask Gabriel what he wanted. “Do you think you could have a look at Arthur? The shot went straight through, but he's still in pain.”
“Sure, it's just a little patch job. It might not be as clean as I used to be able to do but you'll just have to deal.”
Dean followed behind the others as they made their back to the van, trying to ignore the guilt curling in his gut when he saw Arthur laid out in the smears of his own blood. Sure, he'd be fine but Dean knew that getting shot still hurt like a bitch. “How's he doing?”
Eames looked up, eyes tired and his face pinched in frustration at not being able to do much in the situation. Dean knew how he felt. “We've stopped the bleeding, but he's still hurting. Not that he'll admit it.” The last bit was said a bit louder and clearly directed at Arthur.
“Shut up, Eames,” Arthur mumbled, his voice tight with pain and Dean was suddenly glad that Gabriel was going to be able to fix him. It had only been a day but for some reason he felt responsible for this group of people.
He expected Gabriel to just snap and make everything better but the Archangel moved forward to lean over the injured man. “This is gonna hurt a little, ok kid? But I'll try to make it fast.” He moved the bandage out of the way, placing his hand palm down over the bloody hole.
Arthur’s grip on Eames’ hand tightened when Gabriel’s hand started to glow. The light got brighter and Arthur let out a small sound of pain, the muscles in his body tensing as he tried to keep himself still.
“Easy, love,” Eames whispered. “Almost done now, just a bit more.”
Ariadne had exited the van to come around and stand at Cobb’s side. For a moment Dean felt like they were intruding.
Just before Dean was going to ask how much longer it would take Gabriel suddenly let out a harsh breath and jerked his hand away from Arthur, taking a step back into Sam’s chest.
Arthur’s breath left him in a long sigh and his body finally relaxed into the floor of the van. The hand that wasn’t attached to Eames’ moved up to press against his forehead. “That was not fun,” he said carefully. After a moment he moved the hand and raised his eyes to look at Gabriel. “But thank you.”
Gabriel gave him a shaky smile and Dean knew the Archangel would get a talking to from Sam as soon as the got back to their room. “No problem, none of this would’ve happened without you guys anyway. So thanks.”
“So, now what?” Cobb asked.
Eames helped Arthur into a sitting position and everyone turned to look at Dean like he was the new leader of their band of misfits.
“I guess,” Dean hesitated. “I guess we go back to the motel, get cleaned up and go our separate ways.”
Cobb nodded and the others seemed to silently agree. “That would probably be best.” He held out his hand and Dean shook it like he’d done before. At least this time they were all on the same side.
“I kinda wish we didn’t have to leave,” Ariadne said from her spot in the front seat. They’d cleaned the blood out of the back and had thankfully brought all of their things with them, and so were opting out of returning to the motel. “I liked those guys.”
Eames smiled and tried to discreetly adjust himself along the bench seat without dislodging Arthur from where the other man had taken up residency against his shoulder. “I was rather fond of them myself. Not bad for two crazy yanks and their angels.”
Ariadne chuckled and Eames swore he could feel Arthur smile against his shoulder.
“Maybe we’ll meet up with them again one of these days. I’m sure James and Phillipa would love to hear stories from actual angels,” Cobb said, the wistful tone he got when he talked about his children coloring his voice. “After the Apocalypse of course.”
“Oh, of course.” Eames said dryly.
“Do you really think we’ll see them again, Cobb?” Ariadne asked.
Eames met Cobb’s eyes in the rearview mirror and the extractor just smiled. “Of course I do. They still don’t know how our side works. Just you wait. I have a feeling they’re going to need our help again eventually.”
Castiel was the first one back into their motel room and Dean almost ran into him when the angel stopped suddenly after entering the room. “What is it, Cas?”
Dean shuffled around him and followed the angel’s gaze to a small white rectangle on the floor. Dean scooped it up and turned it over in his hand to get a look at what was on the back. A grin cut across his face and Sam edged his way through the door to look over his shoulder.
“What is it, Dean? Did they forget something?”
Dean handed Sam the card and after the younger Winchester had taken a moment to look it over he laughed the same as Dean had. “Well that was subtle.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Dean said, pulling Castiel the rest of the way into the room so Gabriel could slide in behind him and close the door. “I think they like us.”
Sam handed Gabriel the little card when the Archangel crowded into his space.
“Well, looks like we’ll be seeing more of those guys in the near future.” Gabriel says, smile clear in his voice.
Dean looks over at him. “Are you really complaining though? They really helped us out on this one.”
“I’m not complaining,” Gabriel answered, slinging an arm around Sam’s waist. “I just think things are about to get a lot more interesting around here.” He flicked the card onto the kitchen table, a phone number the only thing printed on it. But under that in tiny pen scratches were the words;
You’re welcome, let us know if you’re ever in the need for something a little more dreamlike.
-Dom Cobb
Author: villain
Rating: pg-13
Pairings: Eames/Arthur (main) and other various pairings from both fandoms.
Word Count: 12,132 (how did you get so long?)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Only the idea is mine, and I'm sure someone could find some way to take that from me too.
A/N: Final part. This gigantic thing was beta-ed by the amazing firehead41 . Hugs and kisses to her for dealing with my atrocious grammar and punctuation.
Summary: [Supernatural Crossover] What happens when the Inception team are hired to pick the brains of the Winchester brothers. There are secrets here that are not meant to be found.
Dean had to hand it to these guys. They knew how to get things done. Arthur seemed to be the go to guy, and he seemed to enjoy it from what Dean could see. He was fielding questions from the rest of the group when it looked like Cobb didn't have an answer. They ran like a well oiled machine and for a second Dean actually felt jealous. Why couldn't any of his and Sam's plans sound so perfectly planned?
“They are professionals, Dean. There is no need to feel inadequate.”
Dean looked over at Castiel and smiled. “It's not like I think I'm not good enough or anything like that. It's just that they're so, they make it look so easy.”
Castiel nodded as if he really did understand what Dean was trying to get at. “Perhaps our association with them does not need to conclude after this mission. They would certainly prove useful on our side of things.”
“I don't want to pull anyone else into this, Cas. We've gotten enough people killed for this war we started. I don't think Sam or me need anymore innocent blood on our hands if we can help it.” Part of him would have welcomed the help in whatever form it came in, but there was that other part of himself that wanted to keep their new group of allies as far away from the actual fight as possible.
Cobb cleared his throat at the front of the room and Dean fought down a blush when he realized that everyone's attention was now on him. “Guess I missed something, huh?”
“Just a bit,” Cobb answered. “I'd ask what you thought of this whole plan, but I get the feeling that you'll be getting the cliffnotes version from your brother on the way there.”
Dean flashed his most charming smile. “That's what Sammy's for. He does all the smart kid-listening and I do the ass-kicking.”
Ariadne laughed and reached over to pat Sam on the arm. “Don't worry, the smart ones get all the pretty girls.”
“I resent that,” Gabriel huffed.
“And the pretty boys too,” Ariadne corrected.
Dean pushed away from where he'd been leaning against the counter. “So I take the jokes to mean that our little pow-wow is over?”
Arthur nodded. “Everything should be ready. As long as you've got that holy oil you mentioned. I get the feeling that's not something we can just grab on our way there.”
“We've got enough,” Dean answered.
“And hey,” Gabriel interjected. “You've also got your own personal squeegee system. I can keep you guys off of Heaven's radar once this job's done. That way you won't have to worry about getting yourselves smited.”
Eames sniffed and ran a hand through his hair. “Useful skill. Now what do you say we get this little show on the road?”
Dean grinned. “Saddle up, boys.”
Ariadne cleared her throat and gave Dean a pointed look.
“And girls.”
Cobb shifted the van into park in front of the warehouse and turned in his seat to look back at Arthur and Eames. “You two be careful, alright?” Genuine concern crept into his voice and Eames stamped on the urge to say something sarcastic. “This is reality. We mess this up and things are going to go very bad.”
“We'll be careful, Dom,” Arthur answered easily. “We're always careful.”
The other two looked meaningfully at Eames and he felt a blush start under his collar. “I'll behave, I promise. I might be a little adverse to following a certain plan in other circumstances but I'm not going to deviate when there's bloody angels involved.”
“Make sure you don't,” Cobb said.
Ariadne pulled them both in and kissed them on the cheek. It had become something of a ritual for her whenever one of them went into the field and she couldn't. “Be careful you guys.”
Eames climbed out first, holding his hand out to help Arthur down and pulling the other man into a kiss. Arthur brought his hands up to cup Eames' face, deepening the kiss before the pushing the other man back. “It's time to work, Mr. Eames.”
“After you, darling.” Eames pulled the warehouse door open and stepped in after Arthur, leaving the door open in case they needed a quick exit.
“Ah, so you came back?”
Zachariah made for an odd figure. A older man dressed in a suit standing in the middle of a rundown, abandoned warehouse. “I take you've got what I sent you to find?”
Arthur pulled a manilla envelope out of his jacket and held it up. “We held up our end, now what about our pay? This was no ordinary job, and I think you know that. Something's going on here and I want to make sure you plan on honoring our arrangement.”
Zachariah's smile was all teeth, like a shark scenting the water. “Now see, that's where we're going to have a problem. I was under the impression that you were going to do this job for me out of the goodness of your hearts.”
“And what in blue perfect hell would have given you that impression?” Eames asked testily.
Arthur's eyes darted over to him, silently informing him that now was not the time.
“Well,” the word was drawn out like Zachariah was thinking it over. “I figure your sense of self preservation works, so that should be enough to tell you that I'm not someone to be trifled with.”
“You should have done your homework,” Eames replied, putting as much bravado into his voice as he could muster.
Arthur continued, “We're not people you should trifle with either.”
Eames could see the exact moment Zachariah knew what they were up to. Anger slid over the man's face and all sense of joviality washed away.
“What have you done?”
Eames grabbed Arthur's arm and they both made a mad dash for the door. What they hadn't expected was that Zachariah would have a physical weapon on him.
The gunshot boomed in the empty warehouse and Eames had no time to think about what was going on when Arthur stumbled beside him. He simply lifted the other man into his arms and ran through the thin wall of fire that had sprung up on the other side of the door. “You're on.”
Gabriel saluted him. “Just give us a few minutes and I'll see what I can do for your wife.”
Ariadne pulled the van door open and Eames lay Arthur down in the back, putting pressure on the hole in his shoulder. “Easy, love. It was a through-and-through, so just stay calm for me alright. We just have to leave it to our new friends.”
Arthur put his hand over Eames' on his shoulder. “I'm fine, Eames. You know I've had worse than this.”
“Ariadne, grab the first aid kit from under that seat. We need to be able to take care of this ourselves if Gabriel doesn't have enough energy left after they're done,” Cobb ordered, climbing into the back with them and crouching on Arthur's other side. “How're you holding up?”
Arthur clenched his teeth and Eames threaded their fingers together, lifting their hands away from the wound so Ariadne could work. “It's fine, Cobb. Go make sure they don't need anymore help.”
Eames could tell that Cobb wanted to argue, but the extractor only nodded. “Take care of him.”
“When have I not?” Eames asked, bringing Arthur's bloodied hand to his lips.
Cobb smiled sadly and Eames knew a small part of him was remembering Mal. He put a hand on Eames' shoulder, sharing a look with Ariadne before climbing out of the van.
Eames smoothed his free hand through Arthur's hair and prayed to a god he wasn't sure he believed in that this would work.
“I should have known you boys were behind this,” Zachariah growled. The light from the fire made the fury on the angel's face stand out starkly in the dim light. “How did you get that little group on your side?”
Dean smiled. “That was easy, we just promised not to kill them when this is over with. I think I've told you before that your people skills suck.”
“So what's your plan now? Leave me here while you go off trying to save the world?”
“Well, not exactly.” Dean physically felt it when Gabriel dropped his guise. The sheer presence of the Archangel pushing on him from all sides. From the corner of his eye, he saw Cobb stumble as the man came closer.
The look on Zachariah's face was indescribable.
“Impossible. You've been gone for millenia.”
Gabriel smiled and drew his blade, putting a calming hand on Sam's shoulder before turning back to Zachariah. “You should know by now, Zach. Nothing's impossible when you have a little faith. Now let's see how fast you move as a human.”
The Archangel's blade sang through the air and Zachariah didn't even have the opportunity to move before the metal pierced his throat. “Shut your eyes!” Gabriel shouted.
Dean saw Sam turn his head and he made sure Cobb had averted his eyes as well before slamming his own shut. His vision went red behind his closed eyelids and a hot air gusted over him before everything seemed to become almost unnaturally still.
“You can open your eyes now, Dean.” Castiel's hand touched the back of his neck and Dean let out a relieved sigh as he looked up into calm blue.
Dean craned his head to look over Castiel's shoulder into the ring of holy fire where Zachariah had been. The angel's empty vessel was slumped over on the dirty warehouse floor, Gabriel's blade sticking out of his throat and two giant wings silhouetted in ash against the floor. “Did that really just happen?”
Castiel nodded and his hand slid further up into Dean's hair, pulling his head down to rest their foreheads together. “It really happened.”
“Not to interrupt, but,” Cobb came to stand beside them. “Do you think Gabriel's up to healing my man?”
Dean looked over at where Sam was smudging out a part of the holy fire with his shoe, one hand on Gabriel's shoulder as he walked the Archangel into the circle to retrieve his weapon. “Hey Gabe, did you drop our little hiding spell yet?”
Gabriel pulled his blade from Zachariah's vessel with a harsh jerk, snapping his fingers to send the weapon away to wherever it went when it wasn't needed. “Dropped it as soon as Zach here knew what was going on. No use in keeping up a spell when we're standing right in front of him.”
Cobb cleared his throat and seemed to work up the courage to ask Gabriel what he wanted. “Do you think you could have a look at Arthur? The shot went straight through, but he's still in pain.”
“Sure, it's just a little patch job. It might not be as clean as I used to be able to do but you'll just have to deal.”
Dean followed behind the others as they made their back to the van, trying to ignore the guilt curling in his gut when he saw Arthur laid out in the smears of his own blood. Sure, he'd be fine but Dean knew that getting shot still hurt like a bitch. “How's he doing?”
Eames looked up, eyes tired and his face pinched in frustration at not being able to do much in the situation. Dean knew how he felt. “We've stopped the bleeding, but he's still hurting. Not that he'll admit it.” The last bit was said a bit louder and clearly directed at Arthur.
“Shut up, Eames,” Arthur mumbled, his voice tight with pain and Dean was suddenly glad that Gabriel was going to be able to fix him. It had only been a day but for some reason he felt responsible for this group of people.
He expected Gabriel to just snap and make everything better but the Archangel moved forward to lean over the injured man. “This is gonna hurt a little, ok kid? But I'll try to make it fast.” He moved the bandage out of the way, placing his hand palm down over the bloody hole.
Arthur’s grip on Eames’ hand tightened when Gabriel’s hand started to glow. The light got brighter and Arthur let out a small sound of pain, the muscles in his body tensing as he tried to keep himself still.
“Easy, love,” Eames whispered. “Almost done now, just a bit more.”
Ariadne had exited the van to come around and stand at Cobb’s side. For a moment Dean felt like they were intruding.
Just before Dean was going to ask how much longer it would take Gabriel suddenly let out a harsh breath and jerked his hand away from Arthur, taking a step back into Sam’s chest.
Arthur’s breath left him in a long sigh and his body finally relaxed into the floor of the van. The hand that wasn’t attached to Eames’ moved up to press against his forehead. “That was not fun,” he said carefully. After a moment he moved the hand and raised his eyes to look at Gabriel. “But thank you.”
Gabriel gave him a shaky smile and Dean knew the Archangel would get a talking to from Sam as soon as the got back to their room. “No problem, none of this would’ve happened without you guys anyway. So thanks.”
“So, now what?” Cobb asked.
Eames helped Arthur into a sitting position and everyone turned to look at Dean like he was the new leader of their band of misfits.
“I guess,” Dean hesitated. “I guess we go back to the motel, get cleaned up and go our separate ways.”
Cobb nodded and the others seemed to silently agree. “That would probably be best.” He held out his hand and Dean shook it like he’d done before. At least this time they were all on the same side.
“I kinda wish we didn’t have to leave,” Ariadne said from her spot in the front seat. They’d cleaned the blood out of the back and had thankfully brought all of their things with them, and so were opting out of returning to the motel. “I liked those guys.”
Eames smiled and tried to discreetly adjust himself along the bench seat without dislodging Arthur from where the other man had taken up residency against his shoulder. “I was rather fond of them myself. Not bad for two crazy yanks and their angels.”
Ariadne chuckled and Eames swore he could feel Arthur smile against his shoulder.
“Maybe we’ll meet up with them again one of these days. I’m sure James and Phillipa would love to hear stories from actual angels,” Cobb said, the wistful tone he got when he talked about his children coloring his voice. “After the Apocalypse of course.”
“Oh, of course.” Eames said dryly.
“Do you really think we’ll see them again, Cobb?” Ariadne asked.
Eames met Cobb’s eyes in the rearview mirror and the extractor just smiled. “Of course I do. They still don’t know how our side works. Just you wait. I have a feeling they’re going to need our help again eventually.”
Castiel was the first one back into their motel room and Dean almost ran into him when the angel stopped suddenly after entering the room. “What is it, Cas?”
Dean shuffled around him and followed the angel’s gaze to a small white rectangle on the floor. Dean scooped it up and turned it over in his hand to get a look at what was on the back. A grin cut across his face and Sam edged his way through the door to look over his shoulder.
“What is it, Dean? Did they forget something?”
Dean handed Sam the card and after the younger Winchester had taken a moment to look it over he laughed the same as Dean had. “Well that was subtle.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Dean said, pulling Castiel the rest of the way into the room so Gabriel could slide in behind him and close the door. “I think they like us.”
Sam handed Gabriel the little card when the Archangel crowded into his space.
“Well, looks like we’ll be seeing more of those guys in the near future.” Gabriel says, smile clear in his voice.
Dean looks over at him. “Are you really complaining though? They really helped us out on this one.”
“I’m not complaining,” Gabriel answered, slinging an arm around Sam’s waist. “I just think things are about to get a lot more interesting around here.” He flicked the card onto the kitchen table, a phone number the only thing printed on it. But under that in tiny pen scratches were the words;
You’re welcome, let us know if you’re ever in the need for something a little more dreamlike.
-Dom Cobb