Fic: Supernatural: Dean/Future Cas: The Long Road Back: (12/28)
I am SO SORRY for how late this is, I basically rewrote this entire chapter-hence the long wait. I'm much happier with it now though so I think it was worth it.
This chapter is a flashback to Bobby's death so fair warning it is not a happy chapter.
Special thank you to weslyn For helping me a lot on understanding addiction, and for being an awesome beta.
Title: The Long Road Back
Author: Nicole
Rating: R (maybe NC-17 later to be safe)
Chapters: 12/28 (i'm still doing a lot of editing so this might change a bit)
Warnings: gore,language,violence, drug use, eventual slash
Spoilers: only up to 5 X 4 (but you'll see me draw from information we found out later)
Characters/Pairings: focus on Dean/Future Cas but also Risa, Chuck, OC's, LuciferSam, and future Dean.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine and I don't own anything but the errors.
Summary: AU 5 X 04 The End fic. In many ways this will be a fix it story (but not in all ways). Dean stops his future self from sending Cas and the others into a trap and Zachariah seems to be missing in action. Dean has to figure out where to go from here.
A/N: This fic has been consuming my brain in a good way. I really wanted to play around in this world, i love apocalyptic type settings, and i thought it would be a good way to keep myself busy during the hiatus. This story is going to have action,violence, and some death but the focus of this fic will be a slowly evolving love story in the middle of a world gone to hell between a certain hunter and a certain fallen angel. If you have a problem with that, don't read it.
Word count: 2284 (45,000 total)
Chapter One Chapter Eight
Chapter Two Chapter Nine
Chapter Three Chapter Ten
Chapter Four Chapter Eleven
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
2 years ago
Castiel parked on the side of Bobby Singer’s house and put the car into park.
“Why the hell doesn’t he just live at the Camp with all of us?”
Cas turned to face Mike who’d come along for the ride. “Because he’s too damn stubborn to give up his home. That’s why.”
Cas opened the door and hopped out. He reached into the bed of the truck and hauled out a bag full of smelly, old books.
Mike’s door slammed shut, Cas winced. “Watch your noise level.”
“Sorry,” Mike muttered, his tone petulant.
“It’s okay,” Cas sighed. Mike was new, young, and a bit over eager. The kid seemed to have forgotten that the world had ended. “Just be more careful. You never know when a mob of blood thirsty Croats might come knocking.”
“This place is dead, not even a Croat would want to live in this backwater shit hole.”
Cas clenched his teeth. “You don’t know that.”
Mike mumbled something unintelligible and Cas inwardly cursed Dean for sticking him with the newbie for this information run.
Dean.
He had become obsessed with finding the colt and killing the devil. Cas worried about him. His despair over abandoning Sam was eating him alive. He blamed himself for Sam‘s decision to let Lucifer use him as a vessel. He knew Bobby worried as well, they’d talked about it-sort of-Bobby wasn’t the kind of guy to pour his heart out over coffee. But he’d said enough.
Cas quietly walked around Bobby’s house, bag and shotgun in tow. Mike followed closely behind.
He rapped softly on the door, it opened moments later, and Cas was staring down the barrel of a gun.
He heard Mike gasp.
“Hey Bobby,” Cas smiled. He held up the bag. “I brought presents.”
Bobby eyed him for a moment, before finally breaking into a grin. He lowered his weapon and wheeled backwards. He disappeared into the living room. “You waiting for an invitation, boy?”
Cas shook his head then gestured for Mike to follow him inside.
The place was dimly lit with the exception of Bobby’s desk. He’d boarded up all the windows and added extra locks to all of his doors. Cas locked the front door and put a sturdy board on two hooks Bobby had installed in place across the door.
Mike seemed unsure what to do, Cas ignored him and walked over to Bobby’s desk, setting the bag on top of it.
Bobby held up a bottle of whiskey and offered it to Cas. “No thanks. I’m driving.”
Bobby snorted. “Of course you are. I keep waiting to see the day you do something that’s not careful and proper.”
Cas smiled and shook his head. It was an old argument between them. Bobby thought now that the world had ended he should: Come off his high horse and live a little.
“Who’s the new guy?” Bobby whispered.
“How’d you know he was new?” Cas asked in mock surprise.
Bobby chortled. “I would suggest you take a drink and let him drive, but I’m not sure he’s old enough.”
Cas laughed then took a seat. “I’m pretty sure he‘s got a license.”
“What do you have for me this time?” Bobby asked reaching inside the sack.
“More books. Dean found these outside of Minnesota. He thinks they might prove useful in locating the colt.”
“And what would give him that idea?”
Cas exhaled. “Some demon he tortured told him.”
Bobby nodded, his eyes met Cas’s, and they both sighed. “I’ll take a look, son. This might take awhile.”
“No problem. I could use some sleep.”
“Get some rest. I’ll baby sit,’ Bobby smiled as they both turned to watch Mike flipping through an old hunting magazine.
Cas put a hand briefly on his friends shoulder. “Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
They had grown closer over the years. In many ways, he was like a surrogate father. Bobby’s strength and determination were traits Cas couldn’t help idolizing a bit. Cas knew Bobby had his faults, but at least he was there for him. When Cas had lost his abilities Bobby had fired off: At least you can walk. I’d trade places with you any day, son.
Then one day he’d made an off handed comment about being useless without his grace. That had really riled Bobby up.
You saying I’m useless because I can’t walk. Of course he’d told him no. Bobby had raised an eyebrow. Then how can you say that about yourself? I’ve seen you fight. You can hold your own. I’d trust you to watch my back any day. If I can learn to live with this chair, you can learn to live without wings.
Cas had stopped bitching about his loss of grace after that. He still missed it, but he wasn’t helpless, and Bobby would never let him forget that.
Dean and Bobby had drifted apart since the loss of Sam. The old hunter had never said it, but Cas was pretty sure in some ways he’d been angry with Dean for not trying to reach Sam. Bobby never brought it up, and he’d never thrown it in Dean’s face - but it didn’t matter. A rift had grown between the two hunters.
Just like the rift that’s growing between you and Dean.
Cas flopped down on the couch. He’d spent a few nights here over the past few years. Cas really wished Bobby would take up permanent residence at the camp, but he was determined that nothing, not even the damn apocalypse would make him leave his home. Bobby had spent a lot of time at Camp Chitaqua helping with research and strategy, but he’d always come back here.
Cas felt his eyes become heavy; he fell to sleep wondering whether or not he’d ever convince Bobby to relocate to the safety of the camp.
*****
Cas bolted up, his heart slamming against his chest. He froze straining to listen over the pounding of his pulse. He could have sworn he’d heard something.
“What’s wrong?“ Bobby’s eyes were grave.
“Something doesn't feel right,” Cas whispered as he felt the tell-tale prickle of something not right travel along his spine.
Cas felt his stomach clench. He grabbed his gun, cocked it, then crept over to the window. He peeked through an opening in the boards and saw a flicker of movement from behind one of the cars.
“We’ve got company,” Cas kept his voice calm.
“Your friend Mike was outside a few minutes ago smoking a cigarette. I think one must have ventured out this way and caught sight of him before I told him to get his ass back inside.”
Mike made a small sound of protest from the other side of the room.
Cas shot him a glare that could have melted ice. He shut up.
A loud banging started on the front of the house.
“That’s more than one,” Cas felt his mouth turn to sandpaper.
The banging got louder. He could hear them pounding on the boarded up windows while the front door did a pretty good impression of an earthquake. Nothing broke - no Croats came flooding in - so far it seemed things were holding.
Bobby disappeared into the back of the house; then came back a few minutes later. “There‘s none back there, but that‘s not gonna last forever.” Something in Bobby’s voice worried Cas.
“We can sneak out the back and make a run for the truck.”
Bobby fixed his gaze on Cas. “You’re right. That’s why the two of you are going to leave right now.”
Cas’s gut twisted. “Not without you,” he snapped.
“Boy, me and this wheelchair ain‘t gonna make it nowhere fast,” Bobby kept his voice level.
“We don’t even know how many are out there,” Cas countered.
The snarls went up a notch. Cas spun and looked out the window. His heart sank. The groans and raging howls of the first Croats were pulling the attention of others nearby. They were quickly being overwhelmed. Soon, leaving out the back wouldn’t be an option.
He turned back and met Bobby’s knowing eyes.
“More than we’ve got bullets for,” Bobby said, his tone somber.
“We’ll find another way. Maybe we can climb onto the roof an-”
“What? You gonna drag my heavy ass up the stairs before the Croats manage to finish smashing their way in here?
A window imploded next to Cas, sending pieces of wood and glass everywhere. An arm reached through, brushing Cas’s back-he ducked and dashed forward, almost colliding with Bobby’s chair.
“Now you listen to me, son.“ Bobby grabbed his forearms. “This was my choice to stay here alone. I knew the risk. I’m not going to let my mistake cost both of you your lives. I‘ll hold them off, give you two a fighting chance.”
“I said NO,” Cas snarled. “This is my fault, not yours. I led them here. They probably heard the truck.” Cas took a shuddering breath. “We’ll find another way.”
Bobby’s face twisted into a grimace. “Don’t you dare blame yourself for this.” His voice held an edge of desperation. “You’re like a son to me. It’s been an honor knowing you.”
Another window exploded peppering Cas’s back with shards of glass. He hardly noticed.
Bobby wheeled away from Cas, cocked his shotgun, and pressed it underneath his own chin while he screamed, “Leave now or I swear I’ll blow my damn brains out right in front of you! Then you‘ll have no reason to stick around!”
Cas’s nerves finally broke, he couldn’t speak. Fear coursed through his body almost overpowering everything else. If they didn’t get the hell out of here, they were dead. He had to get Mike to safety, the kid was his responsibility.
The last thing Cas needed was more blood on his hands. He turned and looked into Mike’s wild eyes then forced himself to take a deep, calming breath.
You were a warrior of God, you fought off hoards of demon armies without breaking a sweat, stop being a coward and pull yourself together.
“We’re leaving,” Cas was amazed how normal he sounded considering all he wanted to do was run away screaming.
Mike nodded frantically but didn’t move.
Cas grabbed the rookies arm and yanked him towards the basement door.
“I thought we were going out the back,” Mike stammered.
“Less talk, more move,” Cas growled as he flung the door open.
“Go,” Cas ordered. Mike tore down the steps. Cas turned towards Bobby who had his gun aimed at a Croat who was halfway inside one of the shattered windows.
The monster’s head exploded as Bobby fired.
There was so much Cas wanted to say, but time was against him.
Bobby felt him staring and glanced his way a warning in his eyes.
“Goodbye, Bobby,” Cas managed.
Bobby nodded, relief evident in his expression as he mouthed, “Thank you, son.”
Cas spun before he could change his mind and took the steps two at time. He ran past Mike and headed straight for the rear wall, shoving a box out of the way. Cas tore a small section of the wall away and gestured for Mike to move his ass through the tunnel he had revealed.
Bobby was always prepared for the worst-case scenario, even if it involved an escape route he himself would never be able to use. It would let them out towards the rear of the property.
Cas grabbed an old flashlight Bobby had left lying nearby. He clicked the button and a faint stream of light poured out of it.
He tore down the dark corridor, the beam illuminating Mikes fleeing form.
“There’s a ladder further ahead-climb it,” Cas barked.
Mike was panting when they hit the end of tunnel - Cas watched as he almost dropped his handgun when he reached for the first rung of the ladder.
Cas grabbed his shoulder, “I’ll go first.” The last thing he needed was Mike panicking and alerting the Croats to their presence. Bobby’s sacrifice would not be for nothing.
Cas started climbing, he heard the sound of the shotgun blasting away upstairs. Each shot was like a stab in the heart as he kept moving up.
His hands brushed against something solid over his head. Cas gingerly pushed away the panel and the tunnel got a bit brighter. He turned off the flashlight and held his breath.
Nothing reached down and grabbed him.
He inched upward and realized they’d emerged underneath one of the vehicles in the junkyard.
Thank you, Bobby.
Cas climbed out, and crawled until he could take in his surroundings.
He could hear the creatures, but couldn’t see them. They were at the front of the house still desperately trying to get their hands on Bobby.
Another shotgun blast went off.
Mike emerged from underneath the car, and whispered, “What now?”
“We try and make it to our truck, then we get the hell out of here. Keep quiet and use the cars for cover.
They padded softly along - ducking behind and crawling under the many broken and battered cars.
Cas heard another shot, followed by a scream of pure rage. It was Bobby.
His vision blurred, but Cas kept moving. There was nothing he could do; he would not let this be for nothing.
The truck came into view.
He and Mike crept over to it while hiding behind an old ford pick-up with the tires missing.
Cas looked around, it was clear, they darted to their vehicle.
“On the count of three open your door,” Cas breathed. Mike was on the verge of a full- blown panic attack, but at least he wasn’t making any fucking noise.
They hopped into the truck and Cas fired up the engine.
Before he floored it, Cas realized the gunfire had stopped.
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This chapter is a flashback to Bobby's death so fair warning it is not a happy chapter.
Special thank you to weslyn For helping me a lot on understanding addiction, and for being an awesome beta.
Title: The Long Road Back
Author: Nicole
Rating: R (maybe NC-17 later to be safe)
Chapters: 12/28 (i'm still doing a lot of editing so this might change a bit)
Warnings: gore,language,violence, drug use, eventual slash
Spoilers: only up to 5 X 4 (but you'll see me draw from information we found out later)
Characters/Pairings: focus on Dean/Future Cas but also Risa, Chuck, OC's, LuciferSam, and future Dean.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine and I don't own anything but the errors.
Summary: AU 5 X 04 The End fic. In many ways this will be a fix it story (but not in all ways). Dean stops his future self from sending Cas and the others into a trap and Zachariah seems to be missing in action. Dean has to figure out where to go from here.
A/N: This fic has been consuming my brain in a good way. I really wanted to play around in this world, i love apocalyptic type settings, and i thought it would be a good way to keep myself busy during the hiatus. This story is going to have action,violence, and some death but the focus of this fic will be a slowly evolving love story in the middle of a world gone to hell between a certain hunter and a certain fallen angel. If you have a problem with that, don't read it.
Word count: 2284 (45,000 total)
Chapter One Chapter Eight
Chapter Two Chapter Nine
Chapter Three Chapter Ten
Chapter Four Chapter Eleven
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
2 years ago
Castiel parked on the side of Bobby Singer’s house and put the car into park.
“Why the hell doesn’t he just live at the Camp with all of us?”
Cas turned to face Mike who’d come along for the ride. “Because he’s too damn stubborn to give up his home. That’s why.”
Cas opened the door and hopped out. He reached into the bed of the truck and hauled out a bag full of smelly, old books.
Mike’s door slammed shut, Cas winced. “Watch your noise level.”
“Sorry,” Mike muttered, his tone petulant.
“It’s okay,” Cas sighed. Mike was new, young, and a bit over eager. The kid seemed to have forgotten that the world had ended. “Just be more careful. You never know when a mob of blood thirsty Croats might come knocking.”
“This place is dead, not even a Croat would want to live in this backwater shit hole.”
Cas clenched his teeth. “You don’t know that.”
Mike mumbled something unintelligible and Cas inwardly cursed Dean for sticking him with the newbie for this information run.
Dean.
He had become obsessed with finding the colt and killing the devil. Cas worried about him. His despair over abandoning Sam was eating him alive. He blamed himself for Sam‘s decision to let Lucifer use him as a vessel. He knew Bobby worried as well, they’d talked about it-sort of-Bobby wasn’t the kind of guy to pour his heart out over coffee. But he’d said enough.
Cas quietly walked around Bobby’s house, bag and shotgun in tow. Mike followed closely behind.
He rapped softly on the door, it opened moments later, and Cas was staring down the barrel of a gun.
He heard Mike gasp.
“Hey Bobby,” Cas smiled. He held up the bag. “I brought presents.”
Bobby eyed him for a moment, before finally breaking into a grin. He lowered his weapon and wheeled backwards. He disappeared into the living room. “You waiting for an invitation, boy?”
Cas shook his head then gestured for Mike to follow him inside.
The place was dimly lit with the exception of Bobby’s desk. He’d boarded up all the windows and added extra locks to all of his doors. Cas locked the front door and put a sturdy board on two hooks Bobby had installed in place across the door.
Mike seemed unsure what to do, Cas ignored him and walked over to Bobby’s desk, setting the bag on top of it.
Bobby held up a bottle of whiskey and offered it to Cas. “No thanks. I’m driving.”
Bobby snorted. “Of course you are. I keep waiting to see the day you do something that’s not careful and proper.”
Cas smiled and shook his head. It was an old argument between them. Bobby thought now that the world had ended he should: Come off his high horse and live a little.
“Who’s the new guy?” Bobby whispered.
“How’d you know he was new?” Cas asked in mock surprise.
Bobby chortled. “I would suggest you take a drink and let him drive, but I’m not sure he’s old enough.”
Cas laughed then took a seat. “I’m pretty sure he‘s got a license.”
“What do you have for me this time?” Bobby asked reaching inside the sack.
“More books. Dean found these outside of Minnesota. He thinks they might prove useful in locating the colt.”
“And what would give him that idea?”
Cas exhaled. “Some demon he tortured told him.”
Bobby nodded, his eyes met Cas’s, and they both sighed. “I’ll take a look, son. This might take awhile.”
“No problem. I could use some sleep.”
“Get some rest. I’ll baby sit,’ Bobby smiled as they both turned to watch Mike flipping through an old hunting magazine.
Cas put a hand briefly on his friends shoulder. “Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
They had grown closer over the years. In many ways, he was like a surrogate father. Bobby’s strength and determination were traits Cas couldn’t help idolizing a bit. Cas knew Bobby had his faults, but at least he was there for him. When Cas had lost his abilities Bobby had fired off: At least you can walk. I’d trade places with you any day, son.
Then one day he’d made an off handed comment about being useless without his grace. That had really riled Bobby up.
You saying I’m useless because I can’t walk. Of course he’d told him no. Bobby had raised an eyebrow. Then how can you say that about yourself? I’ve seen you fight. You can hold your own. I’d trust you to watch my back any day. If I can learn to live with this chair, you can learn to live without wings.
Cas had stopped bitching about his loss of grace after that. He still missed it, but he wasn’t helpless, and Bobby would never let him forget that.
Dean and Bobby had drifted apart since the loss of Sam. The old hunter had never said it, but Cas was pretty sure in some ways he’d been angry with Dean for not trying to reach Sam. Bobby never brought it up, and he’d never thrown it in Dean’s face - but it didn’t matter. A rift had grown between the two hunters.
Just like the rift that’s growing between you and Dean.
Cas flopped down on the couch. He’d spent a few nights here over the past few years. Cas really wished Bobby would take up permanent residence at the camp, but he was determined that nothing, not even the damn apocalypse would make him leave his home. Bobby had spent a lot of time at Camp Chitaqua helping with research and strategy, but he’d always come back here.
Cas felt his eyes become heavy; he fell to sleep wondering whether or not he’d ever convince Bobby to relocate to the safety of the camp.
*****
Cas bolted up, his heart slamming against his chest. He froze straining to listen over the pounding of his pulse. He could have sworn he’d heard something.
“What’s wrong?“ Bobby’s eyes were grave.
“Something doesn't feel right,” Cas whispered as he felt the tell-tale prickle of something not right travel along his spine.
Cas felt his stomach clench. He grabbed his gun, cocked it, then crept over to the window. He peeked through an opening in the boards and saw a flicker of movement from behind one of the cars.
“We’ve got company,” Cas kept his voice calm.
“Your friend Mike was outside a few minutes ago smoking a cigarette. I think one must have ventured out this way and caught sight of him before I told him to get his ass back inside.”
Mike made a small sound of protest from the other side of the room.
Cas shot him a glare that could have melted ice. He shut up.
A loud banging started on the front of the house.
“That’s more than one,” Cas felt his mouth turn to sandpaper.
The banging got louder. He could hear them pounding on the boarded up windows while the front door did a pretty good impression of an earthquake. Nothing broke - no Croats came flooding in - so far it seemed things were holding.
Bobby disappeared into the back of the house; then came back a few minutes later. “There‘s none back there, but that‘s not gonna last forever.” Something in Bobby’s voice worried Cas.
“We can sneak out the back and make a run for the truck.”
Bobby fixed his gaze on Cas. “You’re right. That’s why the two of you are going to leave right now.”
Cas’s gut twisted. “Not without you,” he snapped.
“Boy, me and this wheelchair ain‘t gonna make it nowhere fast,” Bobby kept his voice level.
“We don’t even know how many are out there,” Cas countered.
The snarls went up a notch. Cas spun and looked out the window. His heart sank. The groans and raging howls of the first Croats were pulling the attention of others nearby. They were quickly being overwhelmed. Soon, leaving out the back wouldn’t be an option.
He turned back and met Bobby’s knowing eyes.
“More than we’ve got bullets for,” Bobby said, his tone somber.
“We’ll find another way. Maybe we can climb onto the roof an-”
“What? You gonna drag my heavy ass up the stairs before the Croats manage to finish smashing their way in here?
A window imploded next to Cas, sending pieces of wood and glass everywhere. An arm reached through, brushing Cas’s back-he ducked and dashed forward, almost colliding with Bobby’s chair.
“Now you listen to me, son.“ Bobby grabbed his forearms. “This was my choice to stay here alone. I knew the risk. I’m not going to let my mistake cost both of you your lives. I‘ll hold them off, give you two a fighting chance.”
“I said NO,” Cas snarled. “This is my fault, not yours. I led them here. They probably heard the truck.” Cas took a shuddering breath. “We’ll find another way.”
Bobby’s face twisted into a grimace. “Don’t you dare blame yourself for this.” His voice held an edge of desperation. “You’re like a son to me. It’s been an honor knowing you.”
Another window exploded peppering Cas’s back with shards of glass. He hardly noticed.
Bobby wheeled away from Cas, cocked his shotgun, and pressed it underneath his own chin while he screamed, “Leave now or I swear I’ll blow my damn brains out right in front of you! Then you‘ll have no reason to stick around!”
Cas’s nerves finally broke, he couldn’t speak. Fear coursed through his body almost overpowering everything else. If they didn’t get the hell out of here, they were dead. He had to get Mike to safety, the kid was his responsibility.
The last thing Cas needed was more blood on his hands. He turned and looked into Mike’s wild eyes then forced himself to take a deep, calming breath.
You were a warrior of God, you fought off hoards of demon armies without breaking a sweat, stop being a coward and pull yourself together.
“We’re leaving,” Cas was amazed how normal he sounded considering all he wanted to do was run away screaming.
Mike nodded frantically but didn’t move.
Cas grabbed the rookies arm and yanked him towards the basement door.
“I thought we were going out the back,” Mike stammered.
“Less talk, more move,” Cas growled as he flung the door open.
“Go,” Cas ordered. Mike tore down the steps. Cas turned towards Bobby who had his gun aimed at a Croat who was halfway inside one of the shattered windows.
The monster’s head exploded as Bobby fired.
There was so much Cas wanted to say, but time was against him.
Bobby felt him staring and glanced his way a warning in his eyes.
“Goodbye, Bobby,” Cas managed.
Bobby nodded, relief evident in his expression as he mouthed, “Thank you, son.”
Cas spun before he could change his mind and took the steps two at time. He ran past Mike and headed straight for the rear wall, shoving a box out of the way. Cas tore a small section of the wall away and gestured for Mike to move his ass through the tunnel he had revealed.
Bobby was always prepared for the worst-case scenario, even if it involved an escape route he himself would never be able to use. It would let them out towards the rear of the property.
Cas grabbed an old flashlight Bobby had left lying nearby. He clicked the button and a faint stream of light poured out of it.
He tore down the dark corridor, the beam illuminating Mikes fleeing form.
“There’s a ladder further ahead-climb it,” Cas barked.
Mike was panting when they hit the end of tunnel - Cas watched as he almost dropped his handgun when he reached for the first rung of the ladder.
Cas grabbed his shoulder, “I’ll go first.” The last thing he needed was Mike panicking and alerting the Croats to their presence. Bobby’s sacrifice would not be for nothing.
Cas started climbing, he heard the sound of the shotgun blasting away upstairs. Each shot was like a stab in the heart as he kept moving up.
His hands brushed against something solid over his head. Cas gingerly pushed away the panel and the tunnel got a bit brighter. He turned off the flashlight and held his breath.
Nothing reached down and grabbed him.
He inched upward and realized they’d emerged underneath one of the vehicles in the junkyard.
Thank you, Bobby.
Cas climbed out, and crawled until he could take in his surroundings.
He could hear the creatures, but couldn’t see them. They were at the front of the house still desperately trying to get their hands on Bobby.
Another shotgun blast went off.
Mike emerged from underneath the car, and whispered, “What now?”
“We try and make it to our truck, then we get the hell out of here. Keep quiet and use the cars for cover.
They padded softly along - ducking behind and crawling under the many broken and battered cars.
Cas heard another shot, followed by a scream of pure rage. It was Bobby.
His vision blurred, but Cas kept moving. There was nothing he could do; he would not let this be for nothing.
The truck came into view.
He and Mike crept over to it while hiding behind an old ford pick-up with the tires missing.
Cas looked around, it was clear, they darted to their vehicle.
“On the count of three open your door,” Cas breathed. Mike was on the verge of a full- blown panic attack, but at least he wasn’t making any fucking noise.
They hopped into the truck and Cas fired up the engine.
Before he floored it, Cas realized the gunfire had stopped.
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