09x23 - Chase the Ace - Part Four: Murmur
Episode number: 09x23 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Chase the Ace
Subtitle: Murmur
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,885
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language
Jesse ate dinner, which consisted of tuna salad and yogurt, and read all the chapters assigned for the night. Gabriel had disappeared before dinner and hadn't returned, which meant only one thing to Jesse.
His parents were in danger.
'I can't leave them alone,' Jesse thought. 'If Gabriel can't watch them, then I've got to bring them here. They won't be safe out there on their own. Even with the Winchesters...'
He brushed his teeth and washed his face. Gabriel said that he couldn't find his parents because angels (even archangels) couldn't sense them anymore. But Jesse Turner was not an angel. He was nothing like an angel.
I need to find them.
The thought was loud in his mind, for lack of a better word. It shook him to his heart, which broke under the possibility that his parents could be harmed. All because they adopted him and loved him.
He focused, hard, and pictured the world. Forests and valleys and deserts moved around him. Lakes and oceans. Towns and cities and all the empty places in between. All of it dropped away as Jesse followed the beat of his mother's heart.
They were traveling on back roads heading south. They were in Tennessee and still traveling by car. Jesse didn't have his license, but he could travel in the blink of an eye anywhere.
I've got to save them... they need me.
There wasn't room for him in the car, so he maintained his focus and waited for them to stop. Then he could go, grab his parents, and move them out of harm's way.
They'd be hidden from everything in the supernatural world when they're with me. It's the only way to keep them safe now.
Jesse felt his blood in his veins and the solid beating of his heart. His temperature rose, but he endured the heat. The car would have to stop soon; they needed more gas.
Castiel couldn't fit in the Impala with the Turners and Winchesters, so he decided to check in with Kevin. He seemed a little lonely without Dakota 'Dodge' Gage to keep him company at the Bunker, but otherwise he was fine.
Cas's phone rang.
"Dean?"
"Sorry, bro, not your boyfriend," Gabriel's cool voice replied. "We need to meet, now."
"Why did you call me?"
"Because I can't find you, asshat!"
"Oh, right. I'm with the Prophet."
"The Prophet?" Gabriel said. He let out a low whistle. "All this time, all that pain, and you still are Heaven's bitch."
"Gabriel, what do you want?"
"We need to me, now."
"Very well. Where?"
"I'm in Chicago," Gabriel replied. "Just meet me, since I'm not hold up somewhere with super-blinders up."
"Very well."
Castiel said goodbye to Kevin and teleported to Chicago. Gabriel was in an office building that was set aside for renovation.
"Seriously, bro, your pets have kidnapped my charges," Gabriel said immediately. "And don't get me wrong. It's adorable. Now I need them back, because my job is keeping Jesse on the straight and narrow. Hard enough without people kidnapping his family!"
"Gabriel, Tezcatlipoca warned us - "
"I'm sorry, I must've hit my head," Gabriel said dramatically. "Because I just heard you say 'Tezcatlipoca.'"
"We just saw him in New York City a few days ago," Cas replied.
"Gee, let me guess. He was preventing the damn place from sliding into the ocean?"
"Yes, how did you - "
"I was the one who sent him!" Gabriel yelled. "He lost the bet, owed me one, so I asked him to save the damn city. But he's a trickster deity and a tremendous SOB, you can't trust him!"
"He warned us that a weapon was left out in the open, and he made allusions to Jesse Turner," Castiel said.
"Trick-ster," Gabriel over enunciated. "He lost a bet to me. He's a sore loser trying to turn it around on me, Cas. And he played you boys like a fiddle."
Castiel didn't flinch in the face of the most sarcastic archangel. "You've not been paying attention," Cas said. "Therion and Lucifer have been amassing power, and if they continue, the battle between them will be worse than Michael and Lucifer."
"Don't be stupid," Gabriel said. "Lucifer has to dry hump Purgatory to get power, and Therion's just defending herself. You take out Lucy boy, and she'll crawl back under her rock."
"You could take out Lucifer," Castiel pointed out.
"Yeah, 'cause that worked out so well the first time," Gabriel replied. "And my job is working with Jesse, not taking down Lucy. Okay?"
"You're tiresome," Cas spat.
"Don't even, Cas," Gabriel said. "Where are the Turners?"
Laughter filled the empty building. It was a kind of rolling, pitching laugh of someone who had mirth without humor.
"Has anyone told you that you sound like a married couple?" someone said.
Fire. The entire room was nothing but circles and circles of Holy Oil.
"Cas, I swear, if this is - " Gabriel began.
"I long to eat you. If for no other reason than to shut you up," the voice said again.
"Wait, I know that voice," Cas said quietly.
"Of course you do," Gabriel replied. "You and the Winchesters piss off everything in creation."
"Kull?" Cas said.
"Wow, you're good at this!" Kull said with a triumphant grin.
"Kull?" Gabriel replied. "Wait, what?"
"Lucifer wants you two to try and intervene, because he's looking for angels to steal their Grace," Kull said. "And you idiots were going straight into the meat grinder. Now you can't go, and he can't find you. So cheers, then!"
"Who is this assclown?" Gabriel asked Castiel.
"Therion sends her regards. She's the only reason I'm not eating you both," Kull said.
"Why would spider lady care about us?" Gabriel asked.
"All wit and no intelligence, as always Gabe," Kull replied. "She doesn't care, but I've got more pressing things to do than eat you. Depending on how it goes, I just might come back."
Gabriel and Castiel were left alone in the building, holy fire preventing them from moving.
"So, you just had to meet in person," Castiel sniped. "And now we're stuck here."
"First, this is not my fault," Gabriel replied. "Second, we need to get a message to your boyfriend because we can't stay here."
Castiel fumbled for his phone, which of course had no signal. "I can't call."
"You bang the guy, you're telling me you don't have a telepathic connection with him?" Gabriel asked.
Cas felt heat rush to his face. "I can hear him when he calls," he replied. "But it's sort of a... one-way connection."
"Great," Gabriel said over the crackling of the fire.
Dean hated the idea to pieces, but until they figured out what the hell was going on, driving was their best bet. The Turners became cooperative after a black-eyed son of a bitch attacked them outside a gas station in South Dakota. They had tried to escape by hitchhiking and nearly got possessed for their trouble. Luckily Sam had slipped charms in their pockets before letting them go to the bathroom.
Since then the coupled had been happy to sit quietly in the backseat of the Impala. Neither of them complained about the cramped space or the music.
Castiel had left to check on Kevin hours ago and not reported back, so Dean was more of a jerk than usual, which left Sam in the position of being the sensible, level-headed one of the bunch. Normally this wouldn't phase Sam Winchester, but he just had his heart broken by voicemail. His head wasn't in it.
"We need more gas," Sam said from behind the wheel. "Are you good to take over?" he asked Dean.
"We just stopped for gas like, an hour ago."
"No, we didn't. You've been asleep."
"Whatever, I shouldn't drive," Dean said.
"Fine, but stay awake. Someone needs to keep watch while I fill up."
But Dean wasn't wrong. The Impala might not have the best gas mileage, but Sam was using back roads and going fairly slow and already burned through a tank. That meant the car was getting something like five miles to the gallon, which was ridiculously poor.
Sam followed a billboard sign for gas and lodging in five miles. They were in a nice part of the country, with trees lining the sides of the road. It was beautiful and lonely, even with the car full.
Then he saw it - an enormous animal, like the hounds that appeared in the graveyard months ago - bounding for a head-on collision.
"Holy crap!" Sam said, slamming on the breaks and keeping the car straight.
"What the - " Dean began.
Before they could come to a complete stop, another hound mutt slammed into the driver's side of the car, throwing them off road and into a tree.
Ames and Brook were trained in disguise. They blended in among humans because, well, they were. As far as witches went, they seemed harmless. Well below the angel radar, so to speak. That's why Sam Winchester smiled and paid them with his fake credit card at the last gas station; he thought they were human.
"Nice," Brook said mildly to Ames. "They didn't see that one coming."
Her hound returned to her, obedient and placid.
"Yeah, but my pooch is dead," Ames replied. "I guess that means we need to resort to something a little more... direct."
"Oh, boy," Brook said, excited. "I like it when we get to use toys."
She drew out an old block charm and tossed it to Ames.
"Why do I get stuck with the vamp?" he moaned.
"Because you lost your mutt, that's why. You don't give pearls to pigs," she replied.
Brook took out her own charm, and together they drew up two bodies. Ames had a collared vampire, menacing and wretched, and Brook had a Rugaru.
"Kill the Turners," Ames ordered. "If you get a chance, go after the Winchesters, but only after you kill the Turners. Go."
Sam was unconscious, as were the Turners in the back seat. Sam and Jill, seated on the driver's side, looked worse for the wear, but that could be because the mutant hellhound that crashed into them was still dangling off the roof.
"Cas!" was the first thing Dean yelled.
He did a quick self-check. Bumps, bruises, a small gash on his leg, but otherwise he was fine. So he started working.
Dean decapitated the mutt, to be absolutely certain that it was dead. Then he tossed its body off the roof and moved Sam to the passenger's side. His baby could still drive, so long as the gas didn't run out, and there was one more demonic mutt hybrid out there.
"Cas!" Dean shouted. Over and over, until his voice was hoarse. "Cas!"
He started the car and got it back on the road, but the poor thing was limping along. Sam wasn't kidding when he said they needed gas. The tank was empty.
Dean pulled it over and dialed up Garth; maybe he could put out a hunter red alert for the general state of Tennessee or something.
Suddenly, a blinding pain smashed Dean forward into the wheel, and blackness coated his eyes. The last thing he heard was a roaring scream.
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Primary Post: 09x23 Chase the Ace
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Chase the Ace
Subtitle: Murmur
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,885
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language
Jesse ate dinner, which consisted of tuna salad and yogurt, and read all the chapters assigned for the night. Gabriel had disappeared before dinner and hadn't returned, which meant only one thing to Jesse.
His parents were in danger.
'I can't leave them alone,' Jesse thought. 'If Gabriel can't watch them, then I've got to bring them here. They won't be safe out there on their own. Even with the Winchesters...'
He brushed his teeth and washed his face. Gabriel said that he couldn't find his parents because angels (even archangels) couldn't sense them anymore. But Jesse Turner was not an angel. He was nothing like an angel.
I need to find them.
The thought was loud in his mind, for lack of a better word. It shook him to his heart, which broke under the possibility that his parents could be harmed. All because they adopted him and loved him.
He focused, hard, and pictured the world. Forests and valleys and deserts moved around him. Lakes and oceans. Towns and cities and all the empty places in between. All of it dropped away as Jesse followed the beat of his mother's heart.
They were traveling on back roads heading south. They were in Tennessee and still traveling by car. Jesse didn't have his license, but he could travel in the blink of an eye anywhere.
I've got to save them... they need me.
There wasn't room for him in the car, so he maintained his focus and waited for them to stop. Then he could go, grab his parents, and move them out of harm's way.
They'd be hidden from everything in the supernatural world when they're with me. It's the only way to keep them safe now.
Jesse felt his blood in his veins and the solid beating of his heart. His temperature rose, but he endured the heat. The car would have to stop soon; they needed more gas.
Castiel couldn't fit in the Impala with the Turners and Winchesters, so he decided to check in with Kevin. He seemed a little lonely without Dakota 'Dodge' Gage to keep him company at the Bunker, but otherwise he was fine.
Cas's phone rang.
"Dean?"
"Sorry, bro, not your boyfriend," Gabriel's cool voice replied. "We need to meet, now."
"Why did you call me?"
"Because I can't find you, asshat!"
"Oh, right. I'm with the Prophet."
"The Prophet?" Gabriel said. He let out a low whistle. "All this time, all that pain, and you still are Heaven's bitch."
"Gabriel, what do you want?"
"We need to me, now."
"Very well. Where?"
"I'm in Chicago," Gabriel replied. "Just meet me, since I'm not hold up somewhere with super-blinders up."
"Very well."
Castiel said goodbye to Kevin and teleported to Chicago. Gabriel was in an office building that was set aside for renovation.
"Seriously, bro, your pets have kidnapped my charges," Gabriel said immediately. "And don't get me wrong. It's adorable. Now I need them back, because my job is keeping Jesse on the straight and narrow. Hard enough without people kidnapping his family!"
"Gabriel, Tezcatlipoca warned us - "
"I'm sorry, I must've hit my head," Gabriel said dramatically. "Because I just heard you say 'Tezcatlipoca.'"
"We just saw him in New York City a few days ago," Cas replied.
"Gee, let me guess. He was preventing the damn place from sliding into the ocean?"
"Yes, how did you - "
"I was the one who sent him!" Gabriel yelled. "He lost the bet, owed me one, so I asked him to save the damn city. But he's a trickster deity and a tremendous SOB, you can't trust him!"
"He warned us that a weapon was left out in the open, and he made allusions to Jesse Turner," Castiel said.
"Trick-ster," Gabriel over enunciated. "He lost a bet to me. He's a sore loser trying to turn it around on me, Cas. And he played you boys like a fiddle."
Castiel didn't flinch in the face of the most sarcastic archangel. "You've not been paying attention," Cas said. "Therion and Lucifer have been amassing power, and if they continue, the battle between them will be worse than Michael and Lucifer."
"Don't be stupid," Gabriel said. "Lucifer has to dry hump Purgatory to get power, and Therion's just defending herself. You take out Lucy boy, and she'll crawl back under her rock."
"You could take out Lucifer," Castiel pointed out.
"Yeah, 'cause that worked out so well the first time," Gabriel replied. "And my job is working with Jesse, not taking down Lucy. Okay?"
"You're tiresome," Cas spat.
"Don't even, Cas," Gabriel said. "Where are the Turners?"
Laughter filled the empty building. It was a kind of rolling, pitching laugh of someone who had mirth without humor.
"Has anyone told you that you sound like a married couple?" someone said.
Fire. The entire room was nothing but circles and circles of Holy Oil.
"Cas, I swear, if this is - " Gabriel began.
"I long to eat you. If for no other reason than to shut you up," the voice said again.
"Wait, I know that voice," Cas said quietly.
"Of course you do," Gabriel replied. "You and the Winchesters piss off everything in creation."
"Kull?" Cas said.
"Wow, you're good at this!" Kull said with a triumphant grin.
"Kull?" Gabriel replied. "Wait, what?"
"Lucifer wants you two to try and intervene, because he's looking for angels to steal their Grace," Kull said. "And you idiots were going straight into the meat grinder. Now you can't go, and he can't find you. So cheers, then!"
"Who is this assclown?" Gabriel asked Castiel.
"Therion sends her regards. She's the only reason I'm not eating you both," Kull said.
"Why would spider lady care about us?" Gabriel asked.
"All wit and no intelligence, as always Gabe," Kull replied. "She doesn't care, but I've got more pressing things to do than eat you. Depending on how it goes, I just might come back."
Gabriel and Castiel were left alone in the building, holy fire preventing them from moving.
"So, you just had to meet in person," Castiel sniped. "And now we're stuck here."
"First, this is not my fault," Gabriel replied. "Second, we need to get a message to your boyfriend because we can't stay here."
Castiel fumbled for his phone, which of course had no signal. "I can't call."
"You bang the guy, you're telling me you don't have a telepathic connection with him?" Gabriel asked.
Cas felt heat rush to his face. "I can hear him when he calls," he replied. "But it's sort of a... one-way connection."
"Great," Gabriel said over the crackling of the fire.
Dean hated the idea to pieces, but until they figured out what the hell was going on, driving was their best bet. The Turners became cooperative after a black-eyed son of a bitch attacked them outside a gas station in South Dakota. They had tried to escape by hitchhiking and nearly got possessed for their trouble. Luckily Sam had slipped charms in their pockets before letting them go to the bathroom.
Since then the coupled had been happy to sit quietly in the backseat of the Impala. Neither of them complained about the cramped space or the music.
Castiel had left to check on Kevin hours ago and not reported back, so Dean was more of a jerk than usual, which left Sam in the position of being the sensible, level-headed one of the bunch. Normally this wouldn't phase Sam Winchester, but he just had his heart broken by voicemail. His head wasn't in it.
"We need more gas," Sam said from behind the wheel. "Are you good to take over?" he asked Dean.
"We just stopped for gas like, an hour ago."
"No, we didn't. You've been asleep."
"Whatever, I shouldn't drive," Dean said.
"Fine, but stay awake. Someone needs to keep watch while I fill up."
But Dean wasn't wrong. The Impala might not have the best gas mileage, but Sam was using back roads and going fairly slow and already burned through a tank. That meant the car was getting something like five miles to the gallon, which was ridiculously poor.
Sam followed a billboard sign for gas and lodging in five miles. They were in a nice part of the country, with trees lining the sides of the road. It was beautiful and lonely, even with the car full.
Then he saw it - an enormous animal, like the hounds that appeared in the graveyard months ago - bounding for a head-on collision.
"Holy crap!" Sam said, slamming on the breaks and keeping the car straight.
"What the - " Dean began.
Before they could come to a complete stop, another hound mutt slammed into the driver's side of the car, throwing them off road and into a tree.
Ames and Brook were trained in disguise. They blended in among humans because, well, they were. As far as witches went, they seemed harmless. Well below the angel radar, so to speak. That's why Sam Winchester smiled and paid them with his fake credit card at the last gas station; he thought they were human.
"Nice," Brook said mildly to Ames. "They didn't see that one coming."
Her hound returned to her, obedient and placid.
"Yeah, but my pooch is dead," Ames replied. "I guess that means we need to resort to something a little more... direct."
"Oh, boy," Brook said, excited. "I like it when we get to use toys."
She drew out an old block charm and tossed it to Ames.
"Why do I get stuck with the vamp?" he moaned.
"Because you lost your mutt, that's why. You don't give pearls to pigs," she replied.
Brook took out her own charm, and together they drew up two bodies. Ames had a collared vampire, menacing and wretched, and Brook had a Rugaru.
"Kill the Turners," Ames ordered. "If you get a chance, go after the Winchesters, but only after you kill the Turners. Go."
Sam was unconscious, as were the Turners in the back seat. Sam and Jill, seated on the driver's side, looked worse for the wear, but that could be because the mutant hellhound that crashed into them was still dangling off the roof.
"Cas!" was the first thing Dean yelled.
He did a quick self-check. Bumps, bruises, a small gash on his leg, but otherwise he was fine. So he started working.
Dean decapitated the mutt, to be absolutely certain that it was dead. Then he tossed its body off the roof and moved Sam to the passenger's side. His baby could still drive, so long as the gas didn't run out, and there was one more demonic mutt hybrid out there.
"Cas!" Dean shouted. Over and over, until his voice was hoarse. "Cas!"
He started the car and got it back on the road, but the poor thing was limping along. Sam wasn't kidding when he said they needed gas. The tank was empty.
Dean pulled it over and dialed up Garth; maybe he could put out a hunter red alert for the general state of Tennessee or something.
Suddenly, a blinding pain smashed Dean forward into the wheel, and blackness coated his eyes. The last thing he heard was a roaring scream.
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