A New Earth: Chapter 10: In Which We Find Out What Happened to Sam and Bobby
Title: A New Earth: Chapter 10: In Which We Find Out What Happened to Sam and Bobby
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Castiel, Gabriel, Balthazar, Dean, Sam, Bobby, Michael, Adam, Rachel, Crowley, Raphael, Chuck, Zachariah, Henrickson, Charlie, Jo, Ellen, Uriel
Rating: PG-13
Genres: Humor, drama
Era: AU
Warnings: the slash begins here! making out
Word Count: 2,128
Summary: Angels and hunters don't know each other. Apocalypse happens. Righteous humans given to angels on earth. Read a better summary here. In this chapter, we meet a few new characters and feelings are acted upon.
Notes: You can do it!
Dean and I made our way back to the old city hall, only running across four more demons, which we dispatched quickly. Dean's shoulder did not seem to be troubling him anymore, but I wanted to have someone look at it - Joshua perhaps. Yet, perversely, I was opposed to anyone else touching it, let alone removing it. These sudden possessive feelings welling within me needed to be examined at a more opportune time.
Finally we made it back to the compound. Most of the angels had come back, though a good portion was guarding the walls against another attack. I got Dean settled in a chair as Michael strode forward to speak, Adam standing awkwardly behind him.
"Well done," Michael started off. "Angels, you were quick to respond and defend. Humans, you were quick to follow instruction and do what you were told."
"He's not the best at pretending to like us, is he?" Dean muttered.
No he was not.
Michael began listing the damages. "1,260 demons breached our walls. Thirteen homes were damaged, either by the fighting or fire that was lit. Eighteen angels were injured. Six humans were injured. Three humans and one angel are missing. No reported deaths. 1,250 demons were killed, five escaped, and one surrendered. When the other four are found and killed, you will be allowed to return to your homes. That is all." Michael stepped down from the platform and stood talking to a group of angels.
I approached him; Dean followed behind me. As soon as I got his attention I spoke, "Sir, Dean and I incapacitated a Leviathan. It has been taken care of, but I thought you should know about it."
"A Leviathan - by yourself? Very good. That is the only one that I have heard of. I will discuss with the archangels if this is an isolated incident or if the demons are working with the Leviathans. Carry on." Lightly, he pushed passed Dean and I, so that he could talk to the others.
Adam smiled apologetically at us. "Hey, how's it going?" asked Dean.
Adam shrugged. "Can't complain."
"No, I guess you can't." Dean looked at me and said, "Let's go find Sam and Bobby and see if anyone has heard anything more about Jo."
We talked to Charlie and Henrickson and a few others, but no one had see Sam, Bobby, Jo, or even Ellen for awhile. Dean scratched his head, "We left Bobby here, right? Where the hell could he have wandered off too?"
"Let me ask Balthazar." He was guarding the wall and helping repair the breach, but he could still hear me despite the distance. Whatever cure the demons had laid on this had faded. Balthazar told us that Bobby was somewhere with Michael, something about a demon, and he'd be right over to collect him in a moment, but he really needed to concentrate right now.
I explained this to Dean, leaving us relieved but more confused. Just when I was about to go ask someone, Rachel came up to us, bringing summons from Michael.
"He is in the back chambers. You can bring your pet, unless you would rather tie him outside."
"There is no need to be nasty, Rachel," I chided her. I was beginning to see that the angels without humans to care for had grown more antagonistic toward them.
She only gave me a blank stare. "They are waiting for you in here. You should hurry."
Ignoring her, I opened the door and stepped inside, making sure I stayed in front of Dean. It was dark, but I could see that there were several figures inside. First Bobby was standing, arms cross and looking more displeased that usual. Raphael and Chuck were there - Raphael standing in the middle of the room and Chuck standing hesitantly off to the side. There were also six armed angels standing around a chain-covered demon sitting on a chair in the center of a devil's trap.
"Who is this?" I asked.
Bobby gruffly said, "This is Crowley. He's a crossroads demon and a pain in my ass."
"How the hell did he get here?" Dean asked. "No wait - he was the one demon that surrendered. Shoulda known."
"Nice to see you too, Dean," said the demon with a smile.
"You know this demon, Dean?"
"Oh sure," said Crowley. "I'm old friends with Bobby and the Hardy Boys. We've made a few deals in the past, but somehow they've always come out on top." He snarled a bit at the last part.
I stepped forward angrily, but Raphael put a hand out to me. Crowley laughed. I asked Raphael, "What is he doing here - still alive?"
Crowley broke in again, "Don't you worry, pretty little angel; the adults are going to sort everything out."
"I say we kill him," said Dean. I nodded.
"'fraid, you can't do that. I'm working out a deal with higher ups."
"No more deals," grumped Bobby.
"Oh Robert, that hurts. And after all I've done for you - giving you your legs back and, more recently, saving your sorry life from a mob of my brethren that broke through your paltry defenses."
"What happened, Bobby?" Dean asked.
Bobby ran a hand down his beard. "I was sitting right where you left me, when this little girl came up to me, crying about her dog. She said she only lived a few houses away. So I went to go grab it and got ambushed." He mumbled the last bit, "And Crowley saved me."
"From a terrifying horde of demons. There were hundreds of them. Don't forget the best part."
"There were only twelve. You probably sent them there so you could play hero in your big rescue. I'm still not sure why you tried to make me run off with you. I doubt I'd be a good hostage."
"So you've seen through my diabolical plan, have you? Well, never mind, I did save your life. And if you will let me get to haggling, I will make another one that will save anymore lives."
"As if we would ever-" Dean shouted, but Raphael lifted a hand to stop him.
Crowley shifted, chains rattling. "Here's the deal - what with all the desolation, the constant fighting, and the resurgence of monsters even scary than I am, it's become a rough place out there for a simple, most peaceful demon. I want protection, relaxation here in this simply lovely paradise you've built for yourselves and I tell you all I know about demon, Leviathan, and all other creepy-crawly plans. And, trust me, I know a lot - I've been hobnobbing with all the top players."
I could feel Dean bristling beside me, so I put a hand on his shoulder to calm him. His flinch reminded me of his new scar, so I slide my hand down slightly. Crowley smirked. I was beginning to hate this demon - more than most.
Finally Raphael said, "Your deal with be discussed with the other archangels. Until then, think on your sins." Other than the guards, he led the rest of us outside. He called to Zachariah, "Post more guards - angel and human - in and around this room. Do not allow anyone to speak to him." Zachariah nodded. Raphael turned to me and said, "Castiel, we may use you and Balthazar in dealing with this demon, since he knows your humans. Be ready when I call. Now you may return to the main chambers until it is safe to return to your home."
"Thank you, Raphael." I watched the archangel and the prophet walk away, and then turned to Bobby. "That was unwise."
"Dammit, don't you think I know that. Crowley ain't like other demons. It's almost like he's getting soft, like he's bored with being pure evil all the time. Not that he ain't - he's evil. But I trust him, not much use in being a crossroads demon if you can't keep your deal. You just got to make sure that the deal's good. Probably should get someone other than you pure angels to deal with that."
"I do not know what will be done with him. For now we should return until we can find the others."
"Where the hell is Sam?" asked Dean again. "I might just beat his ass when he comes back."
I frowned, concentrating. "I'm a not certain where he is, but he is with Gabriel and nearby. He is no danger, but does appear to be somewhat excited. Of course, I cannot tell what he is feeling as well as I can with you, Dean."
"Cas, I doubt you have any idea what I'm feeling most of the time." Dean laughed. "Come on; let's go find that big lug."
It took us about fifteen minutes, but I finally got us close enough to pinpoint where Sam was. Gabriel was sending off all sorts of confusing signals. "They're in here," I motioned to a closed door, "but I don't think that we should go in-"
It was too late. Dean shoved the door open and the three of us almost fell in atop one another.
I blinked, not sure what I was seeing at first. Gabriel was lying back on a desk with Sam standing on the floor, leaning over, bodies all pressed up and undulating against each other. Sam was doing something against his neck as Gabriel turned to grin lazily at us.
Comprehension. "Why are you kissing?" I asked.
"What the hell, Sammy?" shouted Dean.
"Idjits."
Sam tried to push himself backwards, but Gabriel's stronger though smaller frame pulled him back against him. "Gabe, stop!"
With a rustle, Balthazar appeared in the room. "There you are Bobby. I have been looking all over for you." He turned to look at what we were all staring at. "Well then."
"Let go of Sam," Dean said slowly. "Right now."
"Party pooper," teased Gabriel. He released Sam, but made him sit on the desk next to him. Sam kept his red face toward the floor. "Should we tell them what's going on, sugar?"
"Oh please enlighten us," said Bobby. "I'm sure we're all dying to know."
Gabriel clapped his hands once then began his story excitedly. "Well, I'm am sure you all know about all the unresolved sexual tension Sam and I have been suffering through recently, right?"
"Gross," mumbled Dean.
"Shut it, Deano - you should talk. Anyway, Uriel and Ellen dropped off Sam, right? (They're fine, in case you were worried.) Sam and I were at the breach, fighting off demons left and right. We make a fantastic duo, by the way. In the thick of it all, we saw Jo escape through the hole, heading for the woods. Michael had forbidden all of us to leave, so I was unable to go after her. Sam would have none of that - I had to wrestle him back. While I was struggling with him, a demon stabbed me in the back. Hardly felt it, but Sam slipped free. So there we were, me on the ground and Sam with a clean shot to freedom. He could run or stay." There he wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. "I could see the conflict on his face - it was beautiful. He chose me. With some truly sexy moves he slaughtered the nearby demons and dragged me to safety, not that I needed it."
Sam spoke up, "He was stabbed with a shard of an angel killing sword. I actually thought he was dead for a few moments."
"Shush, Sam. You're making it sound too tragic. I'm fine, but your concern is sweet. So Sam kept me safe while I dusted myself off, and we resumed the fighting. When it was all over, I let Metatron boss everyone around and get the hole fixed, while I swooped Sam out of there and brought him here. Until you motley lot came in we were discussing our feelings toward one another."
"Feelings? Is that what you kids are calling it now?" asked Bobby.
Gabriel shook his head, "Sometimes I think you forget how ancient we really are. Now if you all don't mind, Sam and I have to get back to our conversation." He snapped his fingers and we were all outside the room with the door locking behind us. I could hear Sam's annoyed protests, but they only seemed half-hearted.
Dean rubbed his face. "I need a drink. Cas, take me to a bar."
"Dean, there are no bars here."
Balthazar rolled his eyes and made three beers appear, one for Dean, one for Bobby, and one for himself. Dean said, "Thanks. We'll be needing a lot more than this. Come on, Cas. Get yourself one, and I'll teach you how to drink to forget."
Chapter 11
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Castiel, Gabriel, Balthazar, Dean, Sam, Bobby, Michael, Adam, Rachel, Crowley, Raphael, Chuck, Zachariah, Henrickson, Charlie, Jo, Ellen, Uriel
Rating: PG-13
Genres: Humor, drama
Era: AU
Warnings: the slash begins here! making out
Word Count: 2,128
Summary: Angels and hunters don't know each other. Apocalypse happens. Righteous humans given to angels on earth. Read a better summary here. In this chapter, we meet a few new characters and feelings are acted upon.
Notes: You can do it!
Dean and I made our way back to the old city hall, only running across four more demons, which we dispatched quickly. Dean's shoulder did not seem to be troubling him anymore, but I wanted to have someone look at it - Joshua perhaps. Yet, perversely, I was opposed to anyone else touching it, let alone removing it. These sudden possessive feelings welling within me needed to be examined at a more opportune time.
Finally we made it back to the compound. Most of the angels had come back, though a good portion was guarding the walls against another attack. I got Dean settled in a chair as Michael strode forward to speak, Adam standing awkwardly behind him.
"Well done," Michael started off. "Angels, you were quick to respond and defend. Humans, you were quick to follow instruction and do what you were told."
"He's not the best at pretending to like us, is he?" Dean muttered.
No he was not.
Michael began listing the damages. "1,260 demons breached our walls. Thirteen homes were damaged, either by the fighting or fire that was lit. Eighteen angels were injured. Six humans were injured. Three humans and one angel are missing. No reported deaths. 1,250 demons were killed, five escaped, and one surrendered. When the other four are found and killed, you will be allowed to return to your homes. That is all." Michael stepped down from the platform and stood talking to a group of angels.
I approached him; Dean followed behind me. As soon as I got his attention I spoke, "Sir, Dean and I incapacitated a Leviathan. It has been taken care of, but I thought you should know about it."
"A Leviathan - by yourself? Very good. That is the only one that I have heard of. I will discuss with the archangels if this is an isolated incident or if the demons are working with the Leviathans. Carry on." Lightly, he pushed passed Dean and I, so that he could talk to the others.
Adam smiled apologetically at us. "Hey, how's it going?" asked Dean.
Adam shrugged. "Can't complain."
"No, I guess you can't." Dean looked at me and said, "Let's go find Sam and Bobby and see if anyone has heard anything more about Jo."
We talked to Charlie and Henrickson and a few others, but no one had see Sam, Bobby, Jo, or even Ellen for awhile. Dean scratched his head, "We left Bobby here, right? Where the hell could he have wandered off too?"
"Let me ask Balthazar." He was guarding the wall and helping repair the breach, but he could still hear me despite the distance. Whatever cure the demons had laid on this had faded. Balthazar told us that Bobby was somewhere with Michael, something about a demon, and he'd be right over to collect him in a moment, but he really needed to concentrate right now.
I explained this to Dean, leaving us relieved but more confused. Just when I was about to go ask someone, Rachel came up to us, bringing summons from Michael.
"He is in the back chambers. You can bring your pet, unless you would rather tie him outside."
"There is no need to be nasty, Rachel," I chided her. I was beginning to see that the angels without humans to care for had grown more antagonistic toward them.
She only gave me a blank stare. "They are waiting for you in here. You should hurry."
Ignoring her, I opened the door and stepped inside, making sure I stayed in front of Dean. It was dark, but I could see that there were several figures inside. First Bobby was standing, arms cross and looking more displeased that usual. Raphael and Chuck were there - Raphael standing in the middle of the room and Chuck standing hesitantly off to the side. There were also six armed angels standing around a chain-covered demon sitting on a chair in the center of a devil's trap.
"Who is this?" I asked.
Bobby gruffly said, "This is Crowley. He's a crossroads demon and a pain in my ass."
"How the hell did he get here?" Dean asked. "No wait - he was the one demon that surrendered. Shoulda known."
"Nice to see you too, Dean," said the demon with a smile.
"You know this demon, Dean?"
"Oh sure," said Crowley. "I'm old friends with Bobby and the Hardy Boys. We've made a few deals in the past, but somehow they've always come out on top." He snarled a bit at the last part.
I stepped forward angrily, but Raphael put a hand out to me. Crowley laughed. I asked Raphael, "What is he doing here - still alive?"
Crowley broke in again, "Don't you worry, pretty little angel; the adults are going to sort everything out."
"I say we kill him," said Dean. I nodded.
"'fraid, you can't do that. I'm working out a deal with higher ups."
"No more deals," grumped Bobby.
"Oh Robert, that hurts. And after all I've done for you - giving you your legs back and, more recently, saving your sorry life from a mob of my brethren that broke through your paltry defenses."
"What happened, Bobby?" Dean asked.
Bobby ran a hand down his beard. "I was sitting right where you left me, when this little girl came up to me, crying about her dog. She said she only lived a few houses away. So I went to go grab it and got ambushed." He mumbled the last bit, "And Crowley saved me."
"From a terrifying horde of demons. There were hundreds of them. Don't forget the best part."
"There were only twelve. You probably sent them there so you could play hero in your big rescue. I'm still not sure why you tried to make me run off with you. I doubt I'd be a good hostage."
"So you've seen through my diabolical plan, have you? Well, never mind, I did save your life. And if you will let me get to haggling, I will make another one that will save anymore lives."
"As if we would ever-" Dean shouted, but Raphael lifted a hand to stop him.
Crowley shifted, chains rattling. "Here's the deal - what with all the desolation, the constant fighting, and the resurgence of monsters even scary than I am, it's become a rough place out there for a simple, most peaceful demon. I want protection, relaxation here in this simply lovely paradise you've built for yourselves and I tell you all I know about demon, Leviathan, and all other creepy-crawly plans. And, trust me, I know a lot - I've been hobnobbing with all the top players."
I could feel Dean bristling beside me, so I put a hand on his shoulder to calm him. His flinch reminded me of his new scar, so I slide my hand down slightly. Crowley smirked. I was beginning to hate this demon - more than most.
Finally Raphael said, "Your deal with be discussed with the other archangels. Until then, think on your sins." Other than the guards, he led the rest of us outside. He called to Zachariah, "Post more guards - angel and human - in and around this room. Do not allow anyone to speak to him." Zachariah nodded. Raphael turned to me and said, "Castiel, we may use you and Balthazar in dealing with this demon, since he knows your humans. Be ready when I call. Now you may return to the main chambers until it is safe to return to your home."
"Thank you, Raphael." I watched the archangel and the prophet walk away, and then turned to Bobby. "That was unwise."
"Dammit, don't you think I know that. Crowley ain't like other demons. It's almost like he's getting soft, like he's bored with being pure evil all the time. Not that he ain't - he's evil. But I trust him, not much use in being a crossroads demon if you can't keep your deal. You just got to make sure that the deal's good. Probably should get someone other than you pure angels to deal with that."
"I do not know what will be done with him. For now we should return until we can find the others."
"Where the hell is Sam?" asked Dean again. "I might just beat his ass when he comes back."
I frowned, concentrating. "I'm a not certain where he is, but he is with Gabriel and nearby. He is no danger, but does appear to be somewhat excited. Of course, I cannot tell what he is feeling as well as I can with you, Dean."
"Cas, I doubt you have any idea what I'm feeling most of the time." Dean laughed. "Come on; let's go find that big lug."
It took us about fifteen minutes, but I finally got us close enough to pinpoint where Sam was. Gabriel was sending off all sorts of confusing signals. "They're in here," I motioned to a closed door, "but I don't think that we should go in-"
It was too late. Dean shoved the door open and the three of us almost fell in atop one another.
I blinked, not sure what I was seeing at first. Gabriel was lying back on a desk with Sam standing on the floor, leaning over, bodies all pressed up and undulating against each other. Sam was doing something against his neck as Gabriel turned to grin lazily at us.
Comprehension. "Why are you kissing?" I asked.
"What the hell, Sammy?" shouted Dean.
"Idjits."
Sam tried to push himself backwards, but Gabriel's stronger though smaller frame pulled him back against him. "Gabe, stop!"
With a rustle, Balthazar appeared in the room. "There you are Bobby. I have been looking all over for you." He turned to look at what we were all staring at. "Well then."
"Let go of Sam," Dean said slowly. "Right now."
"Party pooper," teased Gabriel. He released Sam, but made him sit on the desk next to him. Sam kept his red face toward the floor. "Should we tell them what's going on, sugar?"
"Oh please enlighten us," said Bobby. "I'm sure we're all dying to know."
Gabriel clapped his hands once then began his story excitedly. "Well, I'm am sure you all know about all the unresolved sexual tension Sam and I have been suffering through recently, right?"
"Gross," mumbled Dean.
"Shut it, Deano - you should talk. Anyway, Uriel and Ellen dropped off Sam, right? (They're fine, in case you were worried.) Sam and I were at the breach, fighting off demons left and right. We make a fantastic duo, by the way. In the thick of it all, we saw Jo escape through the hole, heading for the woods. Michael had forbidden all of us to leave, so I was unable to go after her. Sam would have none of that - I had to wrestle him back. While I was struggling with him, a demon stabbed me in the back. Hardly felt it, but Sam slipped free. So there we were, me on the ground and Sam with a clean shot to freedom. He could run or stay." There he wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. "I could see the conflict on his face - it was beautiful. He chose me. With some truly sexy moves he slaughtered the nearby demons and dragged me to safety, not that I needed it."
Sam spoke up, "He was stabbed with a shard of an angel killing sword. I actually thought he was dead for a few moments."
"Shush, Sam. You're making it sound too tragic. I'm fine, but your concern is sweet. So Sam kept me safe while I dusted myself off, and we resumed the fighting. When it was all over, I let Metatron boss everyone around and get the hole fixed, while I swooped Sam out of there and brought him here. Until you motley lot came in we were discussing our feelings toward one another."
"Feelings? Is that what you kids are calling it now?" asked Bobby.
Gabriel shook his head, "Sometimes I think you forget how ancient we really are. Now if you all don't mind, Sam and I have to get back to our conversation." He snapped his fingers and we were all outside the room with the door locking behind us. I could hear Sam's annoyed protests, but they only seemed half-hearted.
Dean rubbed his face. "I need a drink. Cas, take me to a bar."
"Dean, there are no bars here."
Balthazar rolled his eyes and made three beers appear, one for Dean, one for Bobby, and one for himself. Dean said, "Thanks. We'll be needing a lot more than this. Come on, Cas. Get yourself one, and I'll teach you how to drink to forget."
Chapter 11