09x15 - Unreliable Narrator - Part Four: Chandler's Law
Episode Number: 09x15 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Unreliable Narrator
Subtitle: Chandler's Law
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,615
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, minor character death, language
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Dean, the green-eyed man from his memory, stood over Becky's body, checking her pulse. He stowed his gun and walked over to the cop car.
"No, you're dead!" Sam blurted, backing away from the window.
"It's okay, it's me," Dean said as he moved to the car. "Are you okay?"
"I saw you die," Sam continued, "How are you alive?"
"I didn't die, I was in a car accident. I was hurt really bad, but you saved me. Don't you remember?"
Dean opened the door and motioned for Sam to come out. "Come on, we don't have much time," Dean told him.
"You're dead," Sam repeated.
"Okay, let's start with the basics. Do you know who I am?" Dean asked.
"Dean," Sam repeated. "You're my brother."
Dean's expression became incredulous. "We'll work on that one, but you remember who I am? That you trust me?"
"Yes," Sam said.
"Then trust me now. We've gotta get outa here, okay?"
"Why did you knock that woman out?" Sam asked. "She was kind."
"So she wouldn't get in trouble," Dean explained. "If she's unconscious when you go missing, she can't be held responsible."
"Oh," Sam said. That sounded sensible for him. "Where are we going?"
"Out of here for one thing."
"Concordia Kansas?" he asked as he started to follow Dean away from the police station.
"What?"
"I remembered you told me to meet you in Concordia Kansas," he said. "It took me a long time."
Dean pulled Sam to a pickup truck. "Get in the cap, I'll ride with you, try to figure it out."
"Who is driving?" he asked.
"My brother," Dean said.
"Our brother?" Sam asked.
"No, just mine. Come on, I'll explain."
"You're crazy," Sam said to Dean in the cap. "You're crazy. That's why I lost my memory. Because my family is crazy!"
"Cas, listen to me!" Dean shouted. "You are not Sam. Sam is up front driving, okay. Your name is Castiel. You are an Angel, we met about five years ago when you pulled me out of Hell - "
"This is nonsense!" Sam bellowed. "Nonsense!"
He took the ring off his finger and threw it at Dean. "Take this back," Sam barked, "and keep it. I don't remember why I took it, but whatever the reason, it can't be worth it!"
With that, he pulled a Borne-stunt and leaped out the back cap.
"Sam!" Dean yelled to the driver, "Pull over! Now!"
Sam pulled off the road while Dean examined the ring Castiel just threw at him. It looked similar to his old ring, except pristine. He lost his ring years ago, but he remembered it was beat up and battered. This couldn't be it.
He popped out of the car.
"Where's Cas?" Sam asked as he came around back.
"He jumped out."
"Jumped out?"
"He's fine. I think. Anyway, we didn't find any hex bag with that witch bitch, you think this is what did him in?" Dean showed Sam the ring.
"Witch mojo that works on an angel?" Sam asked skeptically. "I don't know Dean."
"What if it's not witch mojo?" Dean pointed out. "One of the chumps at the police station was an angel. I had to blast his ass to Oz before I could spring Cas."
"So an angel sent a witch to dope Castiel?"
"I don't know!" Dean barked. "But right now he thinks he's you."
"Me?"
"Yeah," Dean said. "So I'm hoping something's got a hold on him. Preferably something we can destroy."
"I guess that witch could've made this out of an angel blade," Sam suggested. "That could make it affective against angels."
"Good, how do we blow it up?"
Sam shrugged. "Put the ring down on that rock."
Dean obliged, and Sam pulled out the colt.
"Really - "
"Yep, the Colt. Okay?"
"Okay," Dean said.
BANG! The ring exploded with white light and morphed into a gooey residue. Sam collected it just in case.
Dean looked behind the car.
"Where did he go?" Dean asked.
"You're the one who let him leap out the back," Sam said, annoyed.
"You're not helping!"
"Climb in the back and call to him, maybe he'll teleport."
"Awesome."
The man who thought he was Sam for several days had no idea who he was. Certainty fell away like a mist rising, and nothing replaced it. He wandered for several hours before someone stopped and offered him a ride.
"Where you headed?" the truck driver asked.
"South," the man replied.
"Whatcher name?"
"Cas," he said.
The name felt right. It fit better than Sam, anyway.
"I'm headed South, boy, yer lucky, com'on."
They had driven up and down the same stretch of highway for hours. Dean kept calling to Castiel, but he had no response.
"Sammy, let's drive to Concordia."
"Sorry, what?"
"He said something about meeting up in Concordia," Dean replied. "He said we'd agreed on it."
"We did?"
"No, we didn't, I think it's part of the whammy. If that's the case, he could be screwed. Something could be waiting for him - "
"Us is more like it. If he still thinks he's me, he'll be on foot."
"You mean he'll steal a car," Dean said from the back.
"Okay, fine, but he's not that far ahead of us either way. Keep trying for him, okay?"
Dean nodded.
Concordia, Kansas. Cas moved through Concordia as if he lived there all his life. His feet led him to an old motel just inside the town line. He'd been here before.
"You came," a voice said quietly. "I'm glad."
Cas turned and looked a young man with a very bad skin problem.
"Do I know you?" Cas asked.
"We're brothers. I asked you to come here."
"No, you look nothing like my brother."
"You have many brothers, Castiel," he replied. "But I am the brother you've most in common with."
"You're my big brother?" he asked.
"Yes," the man said. "We haven't spoken in years. I'm sorry I had to put you through all this to get you here."
"It's okay, you are my brother," Cas said happily. Even as he spoke, his stomach dropped. Something indicated that his brother was a very bad man. He should run.
"Something's gone very wrong at home," the man said. "Our big brother, older than me, Michael, he's dead."
Michael. That name reminded him of something. Michael wasn't dead. He was locked away -
"No, he's locked up," Cas said. "He's fine."
"Not anymore, I'm afraid," the man continued. "I saw him. I mean, his body, after it happened."
"Someone - did someone do this to him?" Cas asked.
"Yes," the man said. "It had to be done, you see, otherwise none of this would be happening."
"Sorry?"
"Castiel, I had to kill Michael, it was the only way to break open the last lock on the cage. I only did it because he tried to kill me to free himself. It was self defense, you understand?"
The man put a hand on Castiel's shoulder. The weight of it made his knees buckle. He did remember. Everything.
"Lucifer - "
"Yes, Cas, it's me. And I need something from you - "
"No," Castiel pushed the man's hand off his shoulder and backed away. "I won't help you."
"Michael didn't let me get away scot free. He took a piece of me. Several, actually. And I'm afraid I need to replace it to go back home," Lucifer said.
"Replace it? You mean your Grace?"
"I will make you a binding promise, little brother," Lucifer said. "Not to touch either of the Winchesters. Not Dean. Not Sam."
Castiel produced his angel blade.
"Stay away from me, the Winchesters, and Heaven - "
Lucifer laughed and attacked, knocking Castiel on his ass. No matter how many pieces Michael tore from Lucifer, the archangel was still terrifyingly strong -
Bang! A scream pierced the air. Lucifer clutched his neck, and it healed. But the moment of pain allowed Castiel freedom; he grabbed his blade and teleported to Sam.
"I told you, Sam," Lucifer said. "That gun can't kill me."
Cas grabbed Sam by the scruff of the neck and disappeared.
"It's okay," Lucifer said. "I'll be seeing you two soon enough."
The Bunker. Lebanon, Kansas. Dean paused a moment before he broached the subject. "Are you sure it was Lucifer?"
"If it was, he was weakened," Cas offered.
"The gun didn't kill him," Sam pointed out.
"He wanted my Grace," Cas said. "Lucifer at full power would have no trouble taking it from me. But now? I don't think he can do anything without an angel blade."
"Michael could do that? Rip chunks of him out?"
"He was suppose to defeat Lucifer in the final battle," Cas pointed out. "Maybe this is how."
"If Michael was stronger than Lucifer, how did Lucy get the drop on him in the box?" Dean asked.
"It has something to do with the sinkhole being made," Cas said. "Whatever Jesse's instructions, something either went wrong, or there was a side effect, or something."
"Or maybe there wasn't one," Kevin said. He entered the war room. "Maybe this was the intention."
"You mean God let Jesse free Satan? Why?"
"To finish things," Kevin said.
"Nothing's ever finished," Castiel replied. His head hurt.
Dean's phone rang.
"Yeah, Garth, thanks. Would you burn that for us?" Dean asked his phone.
Castiel shook as the memories of the crash came back to him. He became annoyed, angry, bitter.
"You rock, Garth," Dean said. "Looks like it worked. I'll call you when I know more."
He hung up. "Burning the hex bags they had in evidence out in Beatrice seemed to do the trick," he said to Sam and Cas.
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Primary Post: 09x15 Unreliable Narrator
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Unreliable Narrator
Subtitle: Chandler's Law
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,615
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, minor character death, language
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Dean, the green-eyed man from his memory, stood over Becky's body, checking her pulse. He stowed his gun and walked over to the cop car.
"No, you're dead!" Sam blurted, backing away from the window.
"It's okay, it's me," Dean said as he moved to the car. "Are you okay?"
"I saw you die," Sam continued, "How are you alive?"
"I didn't die, I was in a car accident. I was hurt really bad, but you saved me. Don't you remember?"
Dean opened the door and motioned for Sam to come out. "Come on, we don't have much time," Dean told him.
"You're dead," Sam repeated.
"Okay, let's start with the basics. Do you know who I am?" Dean asked.
"Dean," Sam repeated. "You're my brother."
Dean's expression became incredulous. "We'll work on that one, but you remember who I am? That you trust me?"
"Yes," Sam said.
"Then trust me now. We've gotta get outa here, okay?"
"Why did you knock that woman out?" Sam asked. "She was kind."
"So she wouldn't get in trouble," Dean explained. "If she's unconscious when you go missing, she can't be held responsible."
"Oh," Sam said. That sounded sensible for him. "Where are we going?"
"Out of here for one thing."
"Concordia Kansas?" he asked as he started to follow Dean away from the police station.
"What?"
"I remembered you told me to meet you in Concordia Kansas," he said. "It took me a long time."
Dean pulled Sam to a pickup truck. "Get in the cap, I'll ride with you, try to figure it out."
"Who is driving?" he asked.
"My brother," Dean said.
"Our brother?" Sam asked.
"No, just mine. Come on, I'll explain."
"You're crazy," Sam said to Dean in the cap. "You're crazy. That's why I lost my memory. Because my family is crazy!"
"Cas, listen to me!" Dean shouted. "You are not Sam. Sam is up front driving, okay. Your name is Castiel. You are an Angel, we met about five years ago when you pulled me out of Hell - "
"This is nonsense!" Sam bellowed. "Nonsense!"
He took the ring off his finger and threw it at Dean. "Take this back," Sam barked, "and keep it. I don't remember why I took it, but whatever the reason, it can't be worth it!"
With that, he pulled a Borne-stunt and leaped out the back cap.
"Sam!" Dean yelled to the driver, "Pull over! Now!"
Sam pulled off the road while Dean examined the ring Castiel just threw at him. It looked similar to his old ring, except pristine. He lost his ring years ago, but he remembered it was beat up and battered. This couldn't be it.
He popped out of the car.
"Where's Cas?" Sam asked as he came around back.
"He jumped out."
"Jumped out?"
"He's fine. I think. Anyway, we didn't find any hex bag with that witch bitch, you think this is what did him in?" Dean showed Sam the ring.
"Witch mojo that works on an angel?" Sam asked skeptically. "I don't know Dean."
"What if it's not witch mojo?" Dean pointed out. "One of the chumps at the police station was an angel. I had to blast his ass to Oz before I could spring Cas."
"So an angel sent a witch to dope Castiel?"
"I don't know!" Dean barked. "But right now he thinks he's you."
"Me?"
"Yeah," Dean said. "So I'm hoping something's got a hold on him. Preferably something we can destroy."
"I guess that witch could've made this out of an angel blade," Sam suggested. "That could make it affective against angels."
"Good, how do we blow it up?"
Sam shrugged. "Put the ring down on that rock."
Dean obliged, and Sam pulled out the colt.
"Really - "
"Yep, the Colt. Okay?"
"Okay," Dean said.
BANG! The ring exploded with white light and morphed into a gooey residue. Sam collected it just in case.
Dean looked behind the car.
"Where did he go?" Dean asked.
"You're the one who let him leap out the back," Sam said, annoyed.
"You're not helping!"
"Climb in the back and call to him, maybe he'll teleport."
"Awesome."
The man who thought he was Sam for several days had no idea who he was. Certainty fell away like a mist rising, and nothing replaced it. He wandered for several hours before someone stopped and offered him a ride.
"Where you headed?" the truck driver asked.
"South," the man replied.
"Whatcher name?"
"Cas," he said.
The name felt right. It fit better than Sam, anyway.
"I'm headed South, boy, yer lucky, com'on."
They had driven up and down the same stretch of highway for hours. Dean kept calling to Castiel, but he had no response.
"Sammy, let's drive to Concordia."
"Sorry, what?"
"He said something about meeting up in Concordia," Dean replied. "He said we'd agreed on it."
"We did?"
"No, we didn't, I think it's part of the whammy. If that's the case, he could be screwed. Something could be waiting for him - "
"Us is more like it. If he still thinks he's me, he'll be on foot."
"You mean he'll steal a car," Dean said from the back.
"Okay, fine, but he's not that far ahead of us either way. Keep trying for him, okay?"
Dean nodded.
Concordia, Kansas. Cas moved through Concordia as if he lived there all his life. His feet led him to an old motel just inside the town line. He'd been here before.
"You came," a voice said quietly. "I'm glad."
Cas turned and looked a young man with a very bad skin problem.
"Do I know you?" Cas asked.
"We're brothers. I asked you to come here."
"No, you look nothing like my brother."
"You have many brothers, Castiel," he replied. "But I am the brother you've most in common with."
"You're my big brother?" he asked.
"Yes," the man said. "We haven't spoken in years. I'm sorry I had to put you through all this to get you here."
"It's okay, you are my brother," Cas said happily. Even as he spoke, his stomach dropped. Something indicated that his brother was a very bad man. He should run.
"Something's gone very wrong at home," the man said. "Our big brother, older than me, Michael, he's dead."
Michael. That name reminded him of something. Michael wasn't dead. He was locked away -
"No, he's locked up," Cas said. "He's fine."
"Not anymore, I'm afraid," the man continued. "I saw him. I mean, his body, after it happened."
"Someone - did someone do this to him?" Cas asked.
"Yes," the man said. "It had to be done, you see, otherwise none of this would be happening."
"Sorry?"
"Castiel, I had to kill Michael, it was the only way to break open the last lock on the cage. I only did it because he tried to kill me to free himself. It was self defense, you understand?"
The man put a hand on Castiel's shoulder. The weight of it made his knees buckle. He did remember. Everything.
"Lucifer - "
"Yes, Cas, it's me. And I need something from you - "
"No," Castiel pushed the man's hand off his shoulder and backed away. "I won't help you."
"Michael didn't let me get away scot free. He took a piece of me. Several, actually. And I'm afraid I need to replace it to go back home," Lucifer said.
"Replace it? You mean your Grace?"
"I will make you a binding promise, little brother," Lucifer said. "Not to touch either of the Winchesters. Not Dean. Not Sam."
Castiel produced his angel blade.
"Stay away from me, the Winchesters, and Heaven - "
Lucifer laughed and attacked, knocking Castiel on his ass. No matter how many pieces Michael tore from Lucifer, the archangel was still terrifyingly strong -
Bang! A scream pierced the air. Lucifer clutched his neck, and it healed. But the moment of pain allowed Castiel freedom; he grabbed his blade and teleported to Sam.
"I told you, Sam," Lucifer said. "That gun can't kill me."
Cas grabbed Sam by the scruff of the neck and disappeared.
"It's okay," Lucifer said. "I'll be seeing you two soon enough."
The Bunker. Lebanon, Kansas. Dean paused a moment before he broached the subject. "Are you sure it was Lucifer?"
"If it was, he was weakened," Cas offered.
"The gun didn't kill him," Sam pointed out.
"He wanted my Grace," Cas said. "Lucifer at full power would have no trouble taking it from me. But now? I don't think he can do anything without an angel blade."
"Michael could do that? Rip chunks of him out?"
"He was suppose to defeat Lucifer in the final battle," Cas pointed out. "Maybe this is how."
"If Michael was stronger than Lucifer, how did Lucy get the drop on him in the box?" Dean asked.
"It has something to do with the sinkhole being made," Cas said. "Whatever Jesse's instructions, something either went wrong, or there was a side effect, or something."
"Or maybe there wasn't one," Kevin said. He entered the war room. "Maybe this was the intention."
"You mean God let Jesse free Satan? Why?"
"To finish things," Kevin said.
"Nothing's ever finished," Castiel replied. His head hurt.
Dean's phone rang.
"Yeah, Garth, thanks. Would you burn that for us?" Dean asked his phone.
Castiel shook as the memories of the crash came back to him. He became annoyed, angry, bitter.
"You rock, Garth," Dean said. "Looks like it worked. I'll call you when I know more."
He hung up. "Burning the hex bags they had in evidence out in Beatrice seemed to do the trick," he said to Sam and Cas.
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