Hell is for Heroes 4/? spn/(pre-series)angel x!over AU
Title: Hell is for Heroes: Part Four
Author: guardiancastiel
Disclaimer: I do not own either show.
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam, Angel, Ruby, mentions of Bobby (eventual Dean/Angel)
Genre: General, Relationship (later) AU!verse
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Spoilers: Season 3 (SPN) Season 2&3 (BtVS)
Summary: What happened to Angel? Dean goes to a bar. Sam and Ruby talk about everyone's favorite brooding vampire.
Author's Note: Well I got second place (silver looks way prettier than gold anyway) in that writing contest, and I'm moving on to Regionals to write again. I don't expect to win, but I will probably end up getting Season 1,2,& 3 of Supernatural and I'll watch them in the summer. Oh! And I have to buy a journal. *makes list* :) Enjoy the fic! And please comment if able.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
Angel caught the stake between two hands, just centimeters before his chest.
"What the hell?" Dean exclaimed, whipping his head around to face the blonde demon.
"He's a vampire," Ruby stated simply.
Sam drew up his gun again.
Angel tilted his head and lowered the stake.
"Oh, fuck me", Dean sighed, tired and frustrated. "You sure?"
"Splash holy water on him, boys" Ruby pursed her lips. "It'll bring out the beast in him."
"This doesn't change things," Angel spoke to Dean, solely. "I still want to help."
"Sure you do," Sam retorted.
Angel sighed.
"You got any holy water on you?" Ruby asked Dean.
Dean shook his head slowly, eyes locked on Angel's.
"Everything is on that side of the room," Sam pointed out. "With him."
Angel shifted his weight to one leg and thumbed the butt of the stake in his right hand.
What would it take to get out of here, Angel passed the thought through his mind.
With precision he threw the stake at the light switch, shutting off the lights. Sam fired a shot into the dark, but felt himself pulled forward, gun being yanked from his hands.
Dean heard Sam grunt and then experienced a hard shove, which sent him backwards onto Ruby who cussed from under him. Sequentially, he felt a hand in his front pant pocket.
It was over in less than five seconds and when Sam managed to switch on the lights again, Angel was gone. Everyone collected themselves, giving each other looks of disapproval and disappointment in the process.
"You two are the biggest morons I've ever met!" Ruby broke the silence. "Seriously, neither of you can spot a vampire when you meet one?"
Sam and Dean exchanged looks.
"The guy lives in L.A. and he's paler than Casper the fucking Friendly Ghost!" She continued the scolding.
"Alright! We get it!" Sam snapped.
Still, Ruby continued to berate them and Sam would cut-in in places, but after a while Dean tuned them out, curious about the mystery item that had been placed in his pocket.
With Sam and Ruby distracted, Dean ducked out of the room, and sought privacy in the Impala.
The Royal Crown Bar, the pack of matches read.
Dean was willing to bet Vegas money that the tiny pack of matches was a map to where he could find Angel. Now, he wasn't exactly sure why he wanted to find Angel. Especially since the guy was actually a vampire, or so Ruby had said.
Dean thought it must've been the way he insisted on helping him that made him at least want to talk to Angel.
Previously, Ruby had told Dean there was no way to save him from the 'Pit', but something in Angel's eyes told him that if there was way he'd find it. Dean had seen that intensity in someone else's eyes before, everytime Sam looked at him, in fact.
So, if Angel was truly a vampire, because really Dean did not trust Ruby, maybe the blood sucker knew some stuff. Maybe he had connections. Maybe there was a way to break the deal. Or maybe, Dean was just being a little bitch with to much hope.
Either way, Dean was going to the Royal Crown.
***
Dean had driven around a good forty-five minutes before he found the bar.
Sam had been trying to get ahold of him the whole time, continuously lighting up Dean's phone, he shut it off after a while.
The bar looked like a regular dive for hookers and bikers; ironically being a place Dean could feel comfortable at.
Dean parked the Impala and proceeded inside, the smell of smoke and sour beer greeted him warmly. He looked over the entire bar, slowly. And out of the sea of leather clad bikers and scantily dressed women, Dean spotted a well dressed man sitting alone at the bar.
Angel looked to big for the stool he was sitting on and completely out of place with no drink in his hand. Dean suspected him of being a dry type of guy, regarding alcoholic beverages that was. Blood on the other hand...
Dean pushed his way through the crowd and cleared his throat as he approached Angel. "That seat taken?" He asked pointing to the empty stool next to Angel.
Angel shook his head, turning his attention to Dean somberly.
"You knew I'd show up didn't you?" Dean questioned.
"I wouldn't be in here if I didn't."
Dean nodded and flagged the bartender. "Two shots of whiskey." The bartender nodded.
"I don't drink." Angel licked his lips.
"Well how about some blood?" The bartender arrived placing two small glasses infront of the men and liquor in tow. Dean tapped the server on the hand. "Say, do you have blood by any chance?" Sarcasm filled his voice.
The bartender poured the whiskey with a plain look on his face. Dean had said nothing worse than what the tender had already heard from years on the job. He walked away from them unphased.
"Well that's a no." Dean downed his shot, returning with an animalistic throated noise. "Whew! I guess you're shit out of luck, pal." Dean stated, while downing the other shot intended for Angel. "So, anyway, are you really a vampire or not?"
Angel pointed at the mirrored wall behind the rack of liquor bottles on the other side of the bar. Dean turned to look in the direction and met only his reflection in the mirror, no one by his side.
Dean nodded. "Aren't you worried about anyone noticing?"
"Everyone has had a few drinks in them, even then, they're pretty caught up in their own thing. Besides, I'm not that attention grabbing anyway."
Dean begged to differ, but instead he cocked an eyebrow and shrugged.
"Well, I didn't come here to get drunk," Dean smirked. "As much as I'd like to, but I think we have other things to talk about."
"I'm going to need the specifics of the deal you made."
"On second thought, I think another drink would be necessary. Bartender!"
***
Dean explained the deal he had made a couple of months before in detail, skipping over nothing. Angel would shake his head in places and furrow his brow in others, as if he was trying to figure out a problem without much success.
Drink after drink, Dean began to feel his faith in Angel waning, yet he continued to explain his deal hoping Angel would spot something in his brain files that would work in Dean's situation.
"I know a few people that would be able to research-."
Dean cut Angel off. "No, Sammy and Bobby have been digging through the books, nothing comes on up. The deal can't be broken, not without Sam...dying."
Angel sighed. "I know some powerful witches and demons that might be able to help at the end of your deal. You know, ward off the Hellhounds, but that would be cutting it pretty close. If something would go wrong, well, you know the outcome."
"I'm not getting involved with any witches or demons," Dean cut his hand through the air.
"But you'll get involved with a vampire?"
"Yeah, and it doesn't seem to be doing me any good!" Dean laughed.
"I'll think of something."
"I should kill you, you know that?" Dean sipped at the glass of scotch in his hand.
"Is this the part where I'm supposed to give you a good reason not to?" Angel joked.
"I'm serious, why should I let you live? You kill people-."
"No, I don't."
"Right, I'll just believe you. And I'll also believe that you want to help me out of the goodness of your un-beating heart."
"No, not quite."
"Then why would you want to help me? Why do you want to save me from Hell?"
Angel bit the inside of his cheek, drawing blood unintentionally.
"I've been to Hell."
***
"So, did you get the nub of my gist?" Ruby questioned rhetorically., as she laid casually upon Dean's bed.
Sam stared at his laptop, re-reading a article of a vampire some called Angelus.
"He's killed thousands of people," he commented.
"Mhm, he's one bad puppy, Sam."
"But he has a soul now," Sam continued.
"Yes," Ruby sighed, a hint of aggravation behind it. "But-."
"One moment of true happiness would rob him of his soul," he finished.
"His soul, if you can even call it that, is a curse, Sam. This Angel personality he has going on, it isn't who he really is."
"But he's not dangerous anymore," Sam faced Ruby.
"If he loses his soul, Sam, blood will flood the streets. And, no, I'm not speaking in metaphors."
Sam ran a hand through his hair. "The true happiness thing-."
"Sex, Sam, basically sex."
"That sucks."
"Yeah, and what guy do you know would hold out for an eternity?"
"What if he can really help us? You haven't found a way to, maybe he can."
"Sam, trust me when I say you don't want everyone hopping on the band wagon with this 'deal' situation. You especially don't want a vampire with a personality disordered on your side."
"So, we have to kill him."
"As soon as possible."
***
"Whoa, wait a minute. How'd you get out?" Dean was engrossed by Angel's story.
He had begun his story in Sunnydale, meeting Buffy, skipping a few things and rushing to the part where he loses his soul. Angel then made a segway into the whole being a vampire with a 'soul', how it was a curse from the gypsies, and how it propelled him to atone for his sins.
Getting that out of the way, he explained Acthala to Dean and what Buffy had to do to halt the Apocalypse. He talked about Hell's tortures and how it felt like he had been in there for eternity and then how all that just stopped. It stopped and he was back and he didn't know how or why.
"I just said I don't know," Angel looked over the many empty bottles of beer that Dean had single handedly finished.
Dean groaned in frustration.
"I think it's more important to prevent you from going to Hell, than getting you ot of there."
"That chick that threw a stake at you back at the hotel, that was a demon. Her name is Ruby and she's a bitch."
"Don't I know it," Angel grinned.
"Well, she says there is no way to stop me from going to Hell, no way"
"I thought I'd never get out of Hell, but I did."
Dean and Angel looked at each other comfortably and shared a silence between them.
After a while, Dean licked his lips and stood from the bar.
"Soooo. you feel like killing something tonight?"
Author: guardiancastiel
Disclaimer: I do not own either show.
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam, Angel, Ruby, mentions of Bobby (eventual Dean/Angel)
Genre: General, Relationship (later) AU!verse
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Spoilers: Season 3 (SPN) Season 2&3 (BtVS)
Summary: What happened to Angel? Dean goes to a bar. Sam and Ruby talk about everyone's favorite brooding vampire.
Author's Note: Well I got second place (silver looks way prettier than gold anyway) in that writing contest, and I'm moving on to Regionals to write again. I don't expect to win, but I will probably end up getting Season 1,2,& 3 of Supernatural and I'll watch them in the summer. Oh! And I have to buy a journal. *makes list* :) Enjoy the fic! And please comment if able.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
Angel caught the stake between two hands, just centimeters before his chest.
"What the hell?" Dean exclaimed, whipping his head around to face the blonde demon.
"He's a vampire," Ruby stated simply.
Sam drew up his gun again.
Angel tilted his head and lowered the stake.
"Oh, fuck me", Dean sighed, tired and frustrated. "You sure?"
"Splash holy water on him, boys" Ruby pursed her lips. "It'll bring out the beast in him."
"This doesn't change things," Angel spoke to Dean, solely. "I still want to help."
"Sure you do," Sam retorted.
Angel sighed.
"You got any holy water on you?" Ruby asked Dean.
Dean shook his head slowly, eyes locked on Angel's.
"Everything is on that side of the room," Sam pointed out. "With him."
Angel shifted his weight to one leg and thumbed the butt of the stake in his right hand.
What would it take to get out of here, Angel passed the thought through his mind.
With precision he threw the stake at the light switch, shutting off the lights. Sam fired a shot into the dark, but felt himself pulled forward, gun being yanked from his hands.
Dean heard Sam grunt and then experienced a hard shove, which sent him backwards onto Ruby who cussed from under him. Sequentially, he felt a hand in his front pant pocket.
It was over in less than five seconds and when Sam managed to switch on the lights again, Angel was gone. Everyone collected themselves, giving each other looks of disapproval and disappointment in the process.
"You two are the biggest morons I've ever met!" Ruby broke the silence. "Seriously, neither of you can spot a vampire when you meet one?"
Sam and Dean exchanged looks.
"The guy lives in L.A. and he's paler than Casper the fucking Friendly Ghost!" She continued the scolding.
"Alright! We get it!" Sam snapped.
Still, Ruby continued to berate them and Sam would cut-in in places, but after a while Dean tuned them out, curious about the mystery item that had been placed in his pocket.
With Sam and Ruby distracted, Dean ducked out of the room, and sought privacy in the Impala.
The Royal Crown Bar, the pack of matches read.
Dean was willing to bet Vegas money that the tiny pack of matches was a map to where he could find Angel. Now, he wasn't exactly sure why he wanted to find Angel. Especially since the guy was actually a vampire, or so Ruby had said.
Dean thought it must've been the way he insisted on helping him that made him at least want to talk to Angel.
Previously, Ruby had told Dean there was no way to save him from the 'Pit', but something in Angel's eyes told him that if there was way he'd find it. Dean had seen that intensity in someone else's eyes before, everytime Sam looked at him, in fact.
So, if Angel was truly a vampire, because really Dean did not trust Ruby, maybe the blood sucker knew some stuff. Maybe he had connections. Maybe there was a way to break the deal. Or maybe, Dean was just being a little bitch with to much hope.
Either way, Dean was going to the Royal Crown.
***
Dean had driven around a good forty-five minutes before he found the bar.
Sam had been trying to get ahold of him the whole time, continuously lighting up Dean's phone, he shut it off after a while.
The bar looked like a regular dive for hookers and bikers; ironically being a place Dean could feel comfortable at.
Dean parked the Impala and proceeded inside, the smell of smoke and sour beer greeted him warmly. He looked over the entire bar, slowly. And out of the sea of leather clad bikers and scantily dressed women, Dean spotted a well dressed man sitting alone at the bar.
Angel looked to big for the stool he was sitting on and completely out of place with no drink in his hand. Dean suspected him of being a dry type of guy, regarding alcoholic beverages that was. Blood on the other hand...
Dean pushed his way through the crowd and cleared his throat as he approached Angel. "That seat taken?" He asked pointing to the empty stool next to Angel.
Angel shook his head, turning his attention to Dean somberly.
"You knew I'd show up didn't you?" Dean questioned.
"I wouldn't be in here if I didn't."
Dean nodded and flagged the bartender. "Two shots of whiskey." The bartender nodded.
"I don't drink." Angel licked his lips.
"Well how about some blood?" The bartender arrived placing two small glasses infront of the men and liquor in tow. Dean tapped the server on the hand. "Say, do you have blood by any chance?" Sarcasm filled his voice.
The bartender poured the whiskey with a plain look on his face. Dean had said nothing worse than what the tender had already heard from years on the job. He walked away from them unphased.
"Well that's a no." Dean downed his shot, returning with an animalistic throated noise. "Whew! I guess you're shit out of luck, pal." Dean stated, while downing the other shot intended for Angel. "So, anyway, are you really a vampire or not?"
Angel pointed at the mirrored wall behind the rack of liquor bottles on the other side of the bar. Dean turned to look in the direction and met only his reflection in the mirror, no one by his side.
Dean nodded. "Aren't you worried about anyone noticing?"
"Everyone has had a few drinks in them, even then, they're pretty caught up in their own thing. Besides, I'm not that attention grabbing anyway."
Dean begged to differ, but instead he cocked an eyebrow and shrugged.
"Well, I didn't come here to get drunk," Dean smirked. "As much as I'd like to, but I think we have other things to talk about."
"I'm going to need the specifics of the deal you made."
"On second thought, I think another drink would be necessary. Bartender!"
***
Dean explained the deal he had made a couple of months before in detail, skipping over nothing. Angel would shake his head in places and furrow his brow in others, as if he was trying to figure out a problem without much success.
Drink after drink, Dean began to feel his faith in Angel waning, yet he continued to explain his deal hoping Angel would spot something in his brain files that would work in Dean's situation.
"I know a few people that would be able to research-."
Dean cut Angel off. "No, Sammy and Bobby have been digging through the books, nothing comes on up. The deal can't be broken, not without Sam...dying."
Angel sighed. "I know some powerful witches and demons that might be able to help at the end of your deal. You know, ward off the Hellhounds, but that would be cutting it pretty close. If something would go wrong, well, you know the outcome."
"I'm not getting involved with any witches or demons," Dean cut his hand through the air.
"But you'll get involved with a vampire?"
"Yeah, and it doesn't seem to be doing me any good!" Dean laughed.
"I'll think of something."
"I should kill you, you know that?" Dean sipped at the glass of scotch in his hand.
"Is this the part where I'm supposed to give you a good reason not to?" Angel joked.
"I'm serious, why should I let you live? You kill people-."
"No, I don't."
"Right, I'll just believe you. And I'll also believe that you want to help me out of the goodness of your un-beating heart."
"No, not quite."
"Then why would you want to help me? Why do you want to save me from Hell?"
Angel bit the inside of his cheek, drawing blood unintentionally.
"I've been to Hell."
***
"So, did you get the nub of my gist?" Ruby questioned rhetorically., as she laid casually upon Dean's bed.
Sam stared at his laptop, re-reading a article of a vampire some called Angelus.
"He's killed thousands of people," he commented.
"Mhm, he's one bad puppy, Sam."
"But he has a soul now," Sam continued.
"Yes," Ruby sighed, a hint of aggravation behind it. "But-."
"One moment of true happiness would rob him of his soul," he finished.
"His soul, if you can even call it that, is a curse, Sam. This Angel personality he has going on, it isn't who he really is."
"But he's not dangerous anymore," Sam faced Ruby.
"If he loses his soul, Sam, blood will flood the streets. And, no, I'm not speaking in metaphors."
Sam ran a hand through his hair. "The true happiness thing-."
"Sex, Sam, basically sex."
"That sucks."
"Yeah, and what guy do you know would hold out for an eternity?"
"What if he can really help us? You haven't found a way to, maybe he can."
"Sam, trust me when I say you don't want everyone hopping on the band wagon with this 'deal' situation. You especially don't want a vampire with a personality disordered on your side."
"So, we have to kill him."
"As soon as possible."
***
"Whoa, wait a minute. How'd you get out?" Dean was engrossed by Angel's story.
He had begun his story in Sunnydale, meeting Buffy, skipping a few things and rushing to the part where he loses his soul. Angel then made a segway into the whole being a vampire with a 'soul', how it was a curse from the gypsies, and how it propelled him to atone for his sins.
Getting that out of the way, he explained Acthala to Dean and what Buffy had to do to halt the Apocalypse. He talked about Hell's tortures and how it felt like he had been in there for eternity and then how all that just stopped. It stopped and he was back and he didn't know how or why.
"I just said I don't know," Angel looked over the many empty bottles of beer that Dean had single handedly finished.
Dean groaned in frustration.
"I think it's more important to prevent you from going to Hell, than getting you ot of there."
"That chick that threw a stake at you back at the hotel, that was a demon. Her name is Ruby and she's a bitch."
"Don't I know it," Angel grinned.
"Well, she says there is no way to stop me from going to Hell, no way"
"I thought I'd never get out of Hell, but I did."
Dean and Angel looked at each other comfortably and shared a silence between them.
After a while, Dean licked his lips and stood from the bar.
"Soooo. you feel like killing something tonight?"