In Which Dean Nearly Loses his Head
Aim thought she was being a fool.
She was aware that this was taking a huge risk. The angels would not be pleased that she had managed to get her hands on their little golden boy, but as far as she was concerned, this was a golden opportunity for her. She could take the offensive before the defense even realized what they had, and that was never an opportunity to just let slip idly by. As well as the fact that Dean Winchester, an insignificant human, was the one pulled from the pit and given a second chance again. Not the ones who had been toiling, waiting for their chance at redemption. She had been waiting two thousand years for her turn at freedom, and she was still denied everything she had asked for.
Well, she simply wasn’t going to take that any more.
Aim may have thought she was a fool, but ever the obedient companion, he came with her, offering her his arm as they walked into the barn in Amish country that they had commandeered off one of the abandoned farms. It was ideal, really. There was enough space for them to ward it from the angels, so this time there would be no interruptions. This time, the job would be done right and the angels would know that they weren’t going to take this snubbing lying down. They had been in the middle of attending an event of some kind, dressed to the nines in evening gowns and tuxedoes. If Phoenix had her way, the dress she was wearing would probably be ruined because of the blood, but she considered it an appropriate sacrifice to make in return for a winning leg in the war.
Alloces had left Dean tied to a chair in the middle of the barn, while he was off pacing and keeping watch. The minute she spotted Dean, Phoenix dropped Aim’s arm, taking long measured strides towards her prey. He was just as handsome as everyone claimed him to be, but his humanity diminished the demon inside, hiding his beautifully destructive tendencies from view. “Dean Winchester,” she sighed, a slow smile stretching across her face. “I’ve wanted to meet you for a long, long time.”
“I’d probably feel the same if I knew who you were,” Dean sighed, shifting slightly against the bindings holding him. “But then again-I really don’t care.”
Phoenix placed her hands on the arms of the chair holding him, closing over his wrists to hold him in place. She waited until he met her eyes before letting them flash a burning orange for a moment, as her mouth stretched into a cat-like grin. “My name is Phoenix. Now I suppose we can consider ourselves acquainted.”
“Apparently so,” Dean said. His face was like stone almost, giving nothing away, just wearing the same smartass smirk he always had. “Now, I hate to break it to you, but your bulldog was ordered to grab the wrong brother. I’m the boring one.”
“Oh, no,” she sighed, pushing herself up and starting to circle him slowly. “I have the right brother. Samuel’s destiny doesn’t interest me nearly as much as yours does.”
“Sweetheart, you’re gonna have to start speaking English, because you’re not making a whole lot of sense.”
Phoenix sneered, her lip curling up in a sadistic smile of sorts. “You’re covered in angel dust, Dean. You were chosen, gripped tight and pulled from the depths of the Pit. Don’t tell me you don’t find that the least bit interesting. They certainly wouldn’t have done the same for that brother of yours.”
“Sam never would have gone to Hell,” Dean growled, looking her dead in the eye as she came to the front of him again. “Sam has faith.”
“Correction-Sam had faith. Sam sacrificed his faith in order to keep your sorry little soul from Lilith for all those years. So your precious little Sammy probably has his own custom made meat rack waiting for him in the land down under. You remember what those are like, don’t you Dean?”
Dean didn’t respond, just looked up at her with a stony glare. She let her face soften slightly, moving to sit in his lap, sliding his arm around his shoulders and letting a finger trail down to his chest. “I remember, Dean. I remember the things you’ve seen, heard-the way it feels to have your soul being torn apart. I remember what it feels like when they give you no other option but to turn on each other. To be completely, totally alone.” Her hand moved up, letting her fingers brush his chin, pulling him in for a kiss, soft and slow. He couldn’t fight back or push her away, but when she finally let him go, he looked away from her, a pained look on his face.
“I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.”
Phoenix rolled her eyes as she got up, before a loud smack! rang through the room, her fist connecting with Dean’s jaw. Dean’s head dropped to the side, and she watched him blink, trying to clear the spots in front of his eyes.
“You should show me a little respect, Dean. I’ve been walking this world longer than you’ve been in the mind of God.”
“What do you want from me?” he asked, looking up at her with wide eyes. “I’m not some kind of psychic boy, I’m not anything. I’m just a person.”
“But you shouldn’t be,” she glared. “You should be a demon. You should be back down there on the rack where you belong.”
“That’s not my fault,” Dean growled back at her. “If you have shit with Castiel, take it to him. Leave me and my family out of it.”
“Don’t you see, Dean? Pulling you out of Hell made you part of this.”
“I didn’t ask him to do this,” Dean sighed. “I can’t give you what you want.”
“What I want is what’s mine, Dean,” she growled, leaning in to his face again. “We were promised redemption. We waited for millennia after millennia and we were denied. Every. Time. The Father’s so-called great forgiveness doesn’t apply to those who loved him first, no. No, instead he sense his great angels to pull you, a man with no faith at all, from eternal torment after four months.” Phoenix pushed away, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I want to send a message.”
“A message. Fantastic. You do know that if you kill me, Castiel’s probably just going to pull me back out again. And even if he doesn’t, you’re just bringing a world of hurt upon yourself.”
Phoenix smirked back at him at that, before holding out her hand. Aim reached forward, placing a heavy blade in her hand. “I want my forgiveness, Dean. I want what was promised to me. But if they won’t let me have that? I’ll do my best to take away what they want and send Castiel your head in a box.” She took the handle of the sword in both hands, and she smiled slightly. “Hope you’re ready to go back, darling. You’re in for a nice long stay this time.”
Dean’s eyes widened slightly, and his eyes closed as she started to raise the blade. She brought the sword down and to the side in a wide stroke, the blade stopping just short of Dean’s neck. He could feel the blade resting against his skin, and it was a moment before he opened his eyes, looking up at her and wondering why she wasn’t going through with it. When he saw her, she was standing in front of him, but her eyes were elsewhere, looking off to the side, almost as though she was listening to something else. After a moment, she sighed heavily, before putting the sword down and handing the hilt over to Alloces.
“Keep him here. I’ll be back.” She started to move over to Aim, taking his arm again. “Of all the fucking timing.”
Alloces moved in front of Dean again, bracing himself on the sword as he looked back at the human in front of him. Dean sighed heavily, swallowing as he did and then looking away toward the door again, wondering where the hell that rescue party was already.
“Well. Isn’t this cozy?”
She was aware that this was taking a huge risk. The angels would not be pleased that she had managed to get her hands on their little golden boy, but as far as she was concerned, this was a golden opportunity for her. She could take the offensive before the defense even realized what they had, and that was never an opportunity to just let slip idly by. As well as the fact that Dean Winchester, an insignificant human, was the one pulled from the pit and given a second chance again. Not the ones who had been toiling, waiting for their chance at redemption. She had been waiting two thousand years for her turn at freedom, and she was still denied everything she had asked for.
Well, she simply wasn’t going to take that any more.
Aim may have thought she was a fool, but ever the obedient companion, he came with her, offering her his arm as they walked into the barn in Amish country that they had commandeered off one of the abandoned farms. It was ideal, really. There was enough space for them to ward it from the angels, so this time there would be no interruptions. This time, the job would be done right and the angels would know that they weren’t going to take this snubbing lying down. They had been in the middle of attending an event of some kind, dressed to the nines in evening gowns and tuxedoes. If Phoenix had her way, the dress she was wearing would probably be ruined because of the blood, but she considered it an appropriate sacrifice to make in return for a winning leg in the war.
Alloces had left Dean tied to a chair in the middle of the barn, while he was off pacing and keeping watch. The minute she spotted Dean, Phoenix dropped Aim’s arm, taking long measured strides towards her prey. He was just as handsome as everyone claimed him to be, but his humanity diminished the demon inside, hiding his beautifully destructive tendencies from view. “Dean Winchester,” she sighed, a slow smile stretching across her face. “I’ve wanted to meet you for a long, long time.”
“I’d probably feel the same if I knew who you were,” Dean sighed, shifting slightly against the bindings holding him. “But then again-I really don’t care.”
Phoenix placed her hands on the arms of the chair holding him, closing over his wrists to hold him in place. She waited until he met her eyes before letting them flash a burning orange for a moment, as her mouth stretched into a cat-like grin. “My name is Phoenix. Now I suppose we can consider ourselves acquainted.”
“Apparently so,” Dean said. His face was like stone almost, giving nothing away, just wearing the same smartass smirk he always had. “Now, I hate to break it to you, but your bulldog was ordered to grab the wrong brother. I’m the boring one.”
“Oh, no,” she sighed, pushing herself up and starting to circle him slowly. “I have the right brother. Samuel’s destiny doesn’t interest me nearly as much as yours does.”
“Sweetheart, you’re gonna have to start speaking English, because you’re not making a whole lot of sense.”
Phoenix sneered, her lip curling up in a sadistic smile of sorts. “You’re covered in angel dust, Dean. You were chosen, gripped tight and pulled from the depths of the Pit. Don’t tell me you don’t find that the least bit interesting. They certainly wouldn’t have done the same for that brother of yours.”
“Sam never would have gone to Hell,” Dean growled, looking her dead in the eye as she came to the front of him again. “Sam has faith.”
“Correction-Sam had faith. Sam sacrificed his faith in order to keep your sorry little soul from Lilith for all those years. So your precious little Sammy probably has his own custom made meat rack waiting for him in the land down under. You remember what those are like, don’t you Dean?”
Dean didn’t respond, just looked up at her with a stony glare. She let her face soften slightly, moving to sit in his lap, sliding his arm around his shoulders and letting a finger trail down to his chest. “I remember, Dean. I remember the things you’ve seen, heard-the way it feels to have your soul being torn apart. I remember what it feels like when they give you no other option but to turn on each other. To be completely, totally alone.” Her hand moved up, letting her fingers brush his chin, pulling him in for a kiss, soft and slow. He couldn’t fight back or push her away, but when she finally let him go, he looked away from her, a pained look on his face.
“I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.”
Phoenix rolled her eyes as she got up, before a loud smack! rang through the room, her fist connecting with Dean’s jaw. Dean’s head dropped to the side, and she watched him blink, trying to clear the spots in front of his eyes.
“You should show me a little respect, Dean. I’ve been walking this world longer than you’ve been in the mind of God.”
“What do you want from me?” he asked, looking up at her with wide eyes. “I’m not some kind of psychic boy, I’m not anything. I’m just a person.”
“But you shouldn’t be,” she glared. “You should be a demon. You should be back down there on the rack where you belong.”
“That’s not my fault,” Dean growled back at her. “If you have shit with Castiel, take it to him. Leave me and my family out of it.”
“Don’t you see, Dean? Pulling you out of Hell made you part of this.”
“I didn’t ask him to do this,” Dean sighed. “I can’t give you what you want.”
“What I want is what’s mine, Dean,” she growled, leaning in to his face again. “We were promised redemption. We waited for millennia after millennia and we were denied. Every. Time. The Father’s so-called great forgiveness doesn’t apply to those who loved him first, no. No, instead he sense his great angels to pull you, a man with no faith at all, from eternal torment after four months.” Phoenix pushed away, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I want to send a message.”
“A message. Fantastic. You do know that if you kill me, Castiel’s probably just going to pull me back out again. And even if he doesn’t, you’re just bringing a world of hurt upon yourself.”
Phoenix smirked back at him at that, before holding out her hand. Aim reached forward, placing a heavy blade in her hand. “I want my forgiveness, Dean. I want what was promised to me. But if they won’t let me have that? I’ll do my best to take away what they want and send Castiel your head in a box.” She took the handle of the sword in both hands, and she smiled slightly. “Hope you’re ready to go back, darling. You’re in for a nice long stay this time.”
Dean’s eyes widened slightly, and his eyes closed as she started to raise the blade. She brought the sword down and to the side in a wide stroke, the blade stopping just short of Dean’s neck. He could feel the blade resting against his skin, and it was a moment before he opened his eyes, looking up at her and wondering why she wasn’t going through with it. When he saw her, she was standing in front of him, but her eyes were elsewhere, looking off to the side, almost as though she was listening to something else. After a moment, she sighed heavily, before putting the sword down and handing the hilt over to Alloces.
“Keep him here. I’ll be back.” She started to move over to Aim, taking his arm again. “Of all the fucking timing.”
Alloces moved in front of Dean again, bracing himself on the sword as he looked back at the human in front of him. Dean sighed heavily, swallowing as he did and then looking away toward the door again, wondering where the hell that rescue party was already.
“Well. Isn’t this cozy?”