SPN FIC: We'll Find a Way 1/3
Title: We’ll Find a Way
Author: last_winterrose
Recipient: jenab
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or Pairing: A little bit of action, spell casting normal SPN. I guess you can say a little Per!Slash between Gabriel and Sam, and the always wonderful UST Dean/Castiel.
Spoilers: This is kind of an AU of Season Five, so there are mentions of events that take place in Season One through Season Four.
Warnings: Not really, rating is just for adult themed subject and language, and Dean and Gabriel jokes.
Word Count: About 10,200
Notes/Prompts: This was written for team_free_love Secret Lover Exchange Round 3, as a gift for jenab. Using the prompts Sam is the one who needs or has to claim Gabriel. Switching it around from Gabriel doing the claiming.
Summary: While trying to help the Winchester, Castiel learns of a way to at least slow Lucifer down until they can find a way to actually stop Lucifer for good. The problem is that it can only work with another Archangel and the only one that they can find isn't all too willing to help.
***
Sam pulled the Impala into the motel's parking lot, thankful that Dean let him go get dinner while he took a shower. Sam was able to stop by the library and pick up a few books to do some research. He grabbed the take-out bag and books from the back seat, locked the Impala and started for their room.
He unlocked the door to their room and headed inside. “Dean! I'm back!” Sam didn't see Dean anywhere but he heard the water still running in the restroom. He glanced at his watch, “I was gone for half an hour.” Shaking his head, Sam set the items down on the table and moved to their ice box to grab some beers. After placing them on the table with the food, he moved to the restroom and knocked on the door. “Dean! I'm back and I got food!”
“Did you get pie!”
Sam just rolled his eyes at the mumble voice through the door. “Yes Dean, I got the pie!” He didn't wait for an answer before moving back to the table and took a seat.
He unpacked his salad but left Dean's hamburger, chili fries, and pie, in the bag, next to the bottle of beer for him.
After mixing the dressing into the salad, Sam pulled the first book off of the pile and jumped right into doing his research. They had just finished a quick salt and burned in Idaho and with nothing else to do right now, Sam figure that they could get some researching done on trying to find a way to stop Lucifer and the whole Apocalypse.
He was half way through his salad and the second book when Dean finally came out of the restroom, dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a tee. “About time,” Sam said not looking up from the book, “I thought you drowned in there.”
“Ha ha, very funny.” Dean moved to the table, took the seat next to Sam and began to dig into the bag with his hamburger in it. “Find anything yet?” Dean asked around a mouth full of burger.
Sam just shook his head, “I'm finding loads of stuff about the Apocalypse, the Four Horseman and pretty much everything else but nothing about Lucifer; or at least how to stop him.” He closed the book tossing it into the beginning of the done pile. “I don't know Dean, if there's a way to stop him, it's not in a book anywhere.”
“Oh come on, there've got to be something out there. We haven't checked every book and Bobby's still looking, plus Cass is out there somewhere. We'll find a way.”
Sam sighed as he grabbed the next book in the, to go through pile. “Yeah, if you say so.”
“That's the spirit.” Dean grabbed the next book and began looking through it.
Together they sat in their room, looking through book after book. It was just like every other time that they get to do research; nothing. As Sam finished and closed the sixth book that he's gone through, he leaned back in his chair, glancing at the clock.
“I think we should call it Dean. We can pick up tomorrow, maybe even try going back to the libr....”
He was interrupted by the sound of feathery wings entering the room. Sam turned finding Castiel standing behind Dean and he couldn’t really believe it but the angel actually looked tried. “Cass, are you alright?”
Castiel just looked between the two of them before nodding. “I believe I’ve found something that may help us against Lucifer.”
Dean actually paused in the pie that he had moved onto, “You found a way to stop him.”
“No, not stop him but only slow him down.”
“We need a way to stop him Cass, not just slowing him down.”
“Dean,” Sam said eyeing him brother. He wasn’t sure what Castiel went through to get this information, so the least they could do was to hear him out. “If we can slow him down, that would give us more time to find a way to actually stop him.” He turned to Castiel, “What do we have to do?”
Castiel just stared at him, “You need to claim, or be claimed by an angel.”
“What?” Sam shouted as he ducked out of the way of the beer that Dean just spit all over the table.
“Um, Cass, we’re trying to keep Sam and me from becoming skin suite, not the other way around.” Dean said as he ran the back of his hand over his mouth.
“I didn’t say that he had to become a vessel Dean. I stated that he needed to claim or be claimed.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?” Sam asked, he wasn’t sure if he like where this was going but if it kept him away from Lucifer, he was willing to give it a shot.
Castiel shook his head, “No.”
Sam and Dean waited but that was all Castiel said. “Care to enlighten us Cass?”
Castiel looked at them as if he didn’t know what Dean was talking about, so Sam decided to help him out. “Dean is asking for you to explain how they aren’t the same.”
“Why didn’t he say so?” Castiel moved to the bed closest to the table and took a seat on the edge. “When an angel takes someone as a vessel, they become that person. The human, in a way is pushed to the back of the mind, they can see and hear everything that is going on but they have no control over their body; the angel is in complete control. Also with vessels, angels can only use that of an assigned bloodline and only if the person who would be becomes the vessel have agreed to be so.”
“Yeah, yeah, we know all of this already.” Dean said.
Sam just rolled his eyes at his brother, “Go ahead Cass.”
Castiel nodded, “Being claimed by, or claiming an angel is simply getting a partner. You were both look out for each other; in some cases the two have even been able to hear each thoughts, feel each other pain knowing when the other was in trouble, and much more.”
Sam took all of what Castiel was saying in, trying to think if he had read about anything like this before. He must have had his thinking bitch face, as Dean called it, on, because his brother asked the question he was thinking.
“Have anyone ever done this before?”
Castiel looked between them and then glanced to the wall, Sam learned long ago that that was never a good sign. “It’s mainly done between angels, but it has been done between a human and an angel.”
Sam couldn’t really tell but as Castiel talked, it looked like he was starting to blush. “Are you blushing Cass?”
“Come off it Sam, angels don’t blush,” Dean said. Sam just pointed at Castiel, who was still looking towards the wall. Dean turned, “Oh shit. Cass, you are blushing.” He said with a grin.
“What aren’t you telling us?” Sam asked, since Dean seemed to have been shock into silent.
Castiel actually sighed before answering, “This is rarely done between human and angels because it’s…it’s how angels mate.”
“Damn it Dean! Stop drinking for a moment.” Sam yelled as Dean once again spit the beer that he had just sipped towards him. “What do you mean, it’s how angels mate?”
“Just that. When two angels love each other, they mate, or claim each other, letting other angels know that they are...” Castiel looked to Dean, “How do you say it? Off limit?”
Dean laughed, “So you want Sam to marry an angel?”
“Is that what you call our bond Dean?” Castiel asked.
It was Sam turn to laugh but his laughter faded as Castile’s words kicked in. “Wait? You and Dean are…?”
“No”
“Yes”
Dean and Castiel answered in union.
Castiel stared at Dean, “In order for me to pull you from Hell, I needed to bond with your soul.” He pointed towards Dean’s shoulder, “My handprint is the mark of my claim.”
“Shut your mouth. We’re not married.”
Sam jumped in before this went any farther, “How will this help slow down Lucifer?”
“That would depend on the angel that you bond with. The stronger the angel, the harder it would be for Lucifer to use you as a vessel, even if you were to say ‘yes’ to him.”
“So, are you saying that you could stop Michael from using Dean as a vessel?”
Castiel shook his head, eyeing Dean. “No, I’m afraid that I’m not strong enough to take on the Grace of an archangel. Michael would still be able to use him.”
Sam turned to the books on the table. When Castiel told them that he was going to go look for an answer on how to stop Lucifer, Sam never thought that this would be the answer. He glanced to his brother, hoping to see what Dean thought about all of this but Dean was looking at the beer bottle in his hand, snipping it around. There was no thought left in Sam’s mind that Dean and Castiel would have a very long talk later but right now, he needed his brother’s support on this. “Dean? What do you think?”
“Hell if I know Sammy,” he finally looked to Castiel. “Do you even know an angel that would be willing to claim Sam?”
“Or is strong enough to go against an ex-archangel?” Sam asked, “What would be the point in bonding myself to an angel if they couldn’t stop Lucifer?”
Castiel looked down to the floor, “That’s the problem.”
“I knew there would be a ‘but’,” Dean yelled slamming his hand on the table. “There’s always a ‘but’.”
“For this to really work, Sam would have to claim an archangel.”
Sam sighed as Dean stood so fast he knocked his chair over. “So we’re pretty much toast, no archangel is going to help us.”
“Well.”
“Cass?”
“There are rumors of one archangel that left after Lucifer was casted from Heaven but there are also those who believe that he was killed during the battle between his brothers.”
“Do you know how to find him?” Dean asked.
“There is a summoning spell that we could use but…”
“There’s that ‘but’ again.”
“If he is alive, I do not believe that he would be willing to help against Lucifer and Michael.”
Sam was going through the names of every archangel that he could think of but it wasn’t helping him. He had read so many different lists from different religions of different angels; that he wasn’t sure which ones were actually real anymore. “Who is it Cass?” he asked. Castiel’s eyes settled on him and Sam was suddenly wishing that he hadn’t asked.
“The Massager of God, the Archangel Gabriel.”
***
Two Months Later
Loki was having the best day ever. He’s just finished messing around with a dirty cop that he’d been following around for the past week; making him see the ghosts of the people that he had wrong, or getting odd phone calls. In the end Loki didn’t have to go through with the actual killing part. After a while the cop couldn’t take it anymore and just snapped, he ended it all by jumping off a bridge.
He’d returned to his hideout for this little town, to reward himself with some ice cream, cakes, and other sweets. He was going through his fourth pumpkin pie, when he suddenly felt something that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. A small pain, in his chest, as if someone had reached into him and was trying to pull him somewhere. He glanced at his chest, the pain was fast, and it was gone just as soon as he starting to feel it.
“What was that all about?”
When the pain didn’t answers back, he shrugged it off as nothing. He stood from the table to head to the bedroom, it had been a long day and he was actually a little tried. He was half way there when the pain hit again; this time a lot harder, causing him to double over. He couldn’t believe it, who even knew that he was still alive.
He did his best to fight it, to stop his body from going to whoever was calling him but with ever second that he held out the pain only got worst. He silently cursed whoever it was casting the spell as the pain started to spread from his chest, it became like fire running through his vain. It had been so long since the last time someone used a summoning spell on him that he had forgotten just how badly it hurt when you fought it. As the pained reached his neck, a white light started to form before his eyes and along with the light, he started to hear a voice. The voice of the one calling him and he knew at once that this wasn’t going to end well. He sighed giving into the spell, he knew that there was no way that the Winchester brothers would stop trying to summoning him.
The only problem was that he also knew that they didn’t know who they were calling. They were going to be in for a surprise; they call for an archangel and they get a trickster instead.
***
“Are you sure this is the right spell Cass?” Dean yelled over Sam’s chanting. Castiel just nodded and went back to watching Sam, who stood by the ring of Holy Oil Fire that they had made. Inside the ring of fire, on the ground in blood, they had drawn the symbol of the Archangel Gabriel, forcing Gabriel to land in the ring; when and if he even showed up. “Are you sure the guy’s even alive still?”
“Like I said before Dean, there are rumors out there but I don’t know if they’re true or not.”
“Great, so we could be standing out in the middle of nowhere for nothing.” Dean looked to his brother, Sam was eyeing him over the paper that he was reading off of. “And why did you have us put that cover up? It’s not like it’s going to rain, it’s the middle of sum…” His voice was drowning out by the crash of thunders off in the distance. “What the Hell?”
Dean glanced to the sky; dark rain cloud started rolling in from nowhere, he could see lightening reaching down from the clouds to the ground, followed closer by more thunder. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a white light, he turned back to find the symbol beginning to glow. The light grew brighter as Sam raised his voice to be heard over the sound of nature building up around them; the wind blowing and the rain that started to fall. “Does this always happen when you summon an angel?” he asked Castiel.
Castiel nodded as he took a step close to Sam, careful of the flames himself. “Only when you summon an archangel and Gabriel is the Archangel of Water, so it’s only natural that this happen.”
“So why didn’t we do this inside somewhere?”
“I thought you would enjoy not being stuck under the pile of a collapsed building.” Castiel turned to him and for a second Dean was sure that he saw a small smile.
Dean was about snap back with some remark when the next flash of lightening struck the earth, this time right in the middle of the ring of fire. Dean threw his arms up over his eyes to protect them from the lightening brightness but as he did so he realized that he’s seen this light before and it wasn’t from lightening. It was the light of an angel’s grace, just like Castiel’s, only two times brighter. When he didn’t hear Sam chanting anymore, he hoped that it was because he was also covering his eyes from the light.
As the light started to fade, so did the elements around them; the wind died down to a slight breeze, the thunder and lightning disappeared, rolling off into the fields past them. Only the rain remain and it didn’t let up, if anything it got harder, drumming against the top of the tent cover that Castiel had them put up. Dean heard footsteps and could only guess that it was Castiel moving closer.
“Gabriel. So the rumors are true.”
Dean was waiting for the light to fade some more before lowering his arms but when he heard the voice answer back to Castiel; he didn’t care about the light. It was a voice that he believed to never hear again after the second time they ran into the owner of it but as he lowered his arms this was one thing that he couldn’t believe.
“No, way,” Dean heard Sam say next to him as he cursed under his breath. There standing in the middle of the Holy Oil Fire ring was Gabriel; but him and Sam knew him better as the Trickster, Loki.
This way to Part Two
Author: last_winterrose
Recipient: jenab
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or Pairing: A little bit of action, spell casting normal SPN. I guess you can say a little Per!Slash between Gabriel and Sam, and the always wonderful UST Dean/Castiel.
Spoilers: This is kind of an AU of Season Five, so there are mentions of events that take place in Season One through Season Four.
Warnings: Not really, rating is just for adult themed subject and language, and Dean and Gabriel jokes.
Word Count: About 10,200
Notes/Prompts: This was written for team_free_love Secret Lover Exchange Round 3, as a gift for jenab. Using the prompts Sam is the one who needs or has to claim Gabriel. Switching it around from Gabriel doing the claiming.
Summary: While trying to help the Winchester, Castiel learns of a way to at least slow Lucifer down until they can find a way to actually stop Lucifer for good. The problem is that it can only work with another Archangel and the only one that they can find isn't all too willing to help.
***
Sam pulled the Impala into the motel's parking lot, thankful that Dean let him go get dinner while he took a shower. Sam was able to stop by the library and pick up a few books to do some research. He grabbed the take-out bag and books from the back seat, locked the Impala and started for their room.
He unlocked the door to their room and headed inside. “Dean! I'm back!” Sam didn't see Dean anywhere but he heard the water still running in the restroom. He glanced at his watch, “I was gone for half an hour.” Shaking his head, Sam set the items down on the table and moved to their ice box to grab some beers. After placing them on the table with the food, he moved to the restroom and knocked on the door. “Dean! I'm back and I got food!”
“Did you get pie!”
Sam just rolled his eyes at the mumble voice through the door. “Yes Dean, I got the pie!” He didn't wait for an answer before moving back to the table and took a seat.
He unpacked his salad but left Dean's hamburger, chili fries, and pie, in the bag, next to the bottle of beer for him.
After mixing the dressing into the salad, Sam pulled the first book off of the pile and jumped right into doing his research. They had just finished a quick salt and burned in Idaho and with nothing else to do right now, Sam figure that they could get some researching done on trying to find a way to stop Lucifer and the whole Apocalypse.
He was half way through his salad and the second book when Dean finally came out of the restroom, dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a tee. “About time,” Sam said not looking up from the book, “I thought you drowned in there.”
“Ha ha, very funny.” Dean moved to the table, took the seat next to Sam and began to dig into the bag with his hamburger in it. “Find anything yet?” Dean asked around a mouth full of burger.
Sam just shook his head, “I'm finding loads of stuff about the Apocalypse, the Four Horseman and pretty much everything else but nothing about Lucifer; or at least how to stop him.” He closed the book tossing it into the beginning of the done pile. “I don't know Dean, if there's a way to stop him, it's not in a book anywhere.”
“Oh come on, there've got to be something out there. We haven't checked every book and Bobby's still looking, plus Cass is out there somewhere. We'll find a way.”
Sam sighed as he grabbed the next book in the, to go through pile. “Yeah, if you say so.”
“That's the spirit.” Dean grabbed the next book and began looking through it.
Together they sat in their room, looking through book after book. It was just like every other time that they get to do research; nothing. As Sam finished and closed the sixth book that he's gone through, he leaned back in his chair, glancing at the clock.
“I think we should call it Dean. We can pick up tomorrow, maybe even try going back to the libr....”
He was interrupted by the sound of feathery wings entering the room. Sam turned finding Castiel standing behind Dean and he couldn’t really believe it but the angel actually looked tried. “Cass, are you alright?”
Castiel just looked between the two of them before nodding. “I believe I’ve found something that may help us against Lucifer.”
Dean actually paused in the pie that he had moved onto, “You found a way to stop him.”
“No, not stop him but only slow him down.”
“We need a way to stop him Cass, not just slowing him down.”
“Dean,” Sam said eyeing him brother. He wasn’t sure what Castiel went through to get this information, so the least they could do was to hear him out. “If we can slow him down, that would give us more time to find a way to actually stop him.” He turned to Castiel, “What do we have to do?”
Castiel just stared at him, “You need to claim, or be claimed by an angel.”
“What?” Sam shouted as he ducked out of the way of the beer that Dean just spit all over the table.
“Um, Cass, we’re trying to keep Sam and me from becoming skin suite, not the other way around.” Dean said as he ran the back of his hand over his mouth.
“I didn’t say that he had to become a vessel Dean. I stated that he needed to claim or be claimed.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?” Sam asked, he wasn’t sure if he like where this was going but if it kept him away from Lucifer, he was willing to give it a shot.
Castiel shook his head, “No.”
Sam and Dean waited but that was all Castiel said. “Care to enlighten us Cass?”
Castiel looked at them as if he didn’t know what Dean was talking about, so Sam decided to help him out. “Dean is asking for you to explain how they aren’t the same.”
“Why didn’t he say so?” Castiel moved to the bed closest to the table and took a seat on the edge. “When an angel takes someone as a vessel, they become that person. The human, in a way is pushed to the back of the mind, they can see and hear everything that is going on but they have no control over their body; the angel is in complete control. Also with vessels, angels can only use that of an assigned bloodline and only if the person who would be becomes the vessel have agreed to be so.”
“Yeah, yeah, we know all of this already.” Dean said.
Sam just rolled his eyes at his brother, “Go ahead Cass.”
Castiel nodded, “Being claimed by, or claiming an angel is simply getting a partner. You were both look out for each other; in some cases the two have even been able to hear each thoughts, feel each other pain knowing when the other was in trouble, and much more.”
Sam took all of what Castiel was saying in, trying to think if he had read about anything like this before. He must have had his thinking bitch face, as Dean called it, on, because his brother asked the question he was thinking.
“Have anyone ever done this before?”
Castiel looked between them and then glanced to the wall, Sam learned long ago that that was never a good sign. “It’s mainly done between angels, but it has been done between a human and an angel.”
Sam couldn’t really tell but as Castiel talked, it looked like he was starting to blush. “Are you blushing Cass?”
“Come off it Sam, angels don’t blush,” Dean said. Sam just pointed at Castiel, who was still looking towards the wall. Dean turned, “Oh shit. Cass, you are blushing.” He said with a grin.
“What aren’t you telling us?” Sam asked, since Dean seemed to have been shock into silent.
Castiel actually sighed before answering, “This is rarely done between human and angels because it’s…it’s how angels mate.”
“Damn it Dean! Stop drinking for a moment.” Sam yelled as Dean once again spit the beer that he had just sipped towards him. “What do you mean, it’s how angels mate?”
“Just that. When two angels love each other, they mate, or claim each other, letting other angels know that they are...” Castiel looked to Dean, “How do you say it? Off limit?”
Dean laughed, “So you want Sam to marry an angel?”
“Is that what you call our bond Dean?” Castiel asked.
It was Sam turn to laugh but his laughter faded as Castile’s words kicked in. “Wait? You and Dean are…?”
“No”
“Yes”
Dean and Castiel answered in union.
Castiel stared at Dean, “In order for me to pull you from Hell, I needed to bond with your soul.” He pointed towards Dean’s shoulder, “My handprint is the mark of my claim.”
“Shut your mouth. We’re not married.”
Sam jumped in before this went any farther, “How will this help slow down Lucifer?”
“That would depend on the angel that you bond with. The stronger the angel, the harder it would be for Lucifer to use you as a vessel, even if you were to say ‘yes’ to him.”
“So, are you saying that you could stop Michael from using Dean as a vessel?”
Castiel shook his head, eyeing Dean. “No, I’m afraid that I’m not strong enough to take on the Grace of an archangel. Michael would still be able to use him.”
Sam turned to the books on the table. When Castiel told them that he was going to go look for an answer on how to stop Lucifer, Sam never thought that this would be the answer. He glanced to his brother, hoping to see what Dean thought about all of this but Dean was looking at the beer bottle in his hand, snipping it around. There was no thought left in Sam’s mind that Dean and Castiel would have a very long talk later but right now, he needed his brother’s support on this. “Dean? What do you think?”
“Hell if I know Sammy,” he finally looked to Castiel. “Do you even know an angel that would be willing to claim Sam?”
“Or is strong enough to go against an ex-archangel?” Sam asked, “What would be the point in bonding myself to an angel if they couldn’t stop Lucifer?”
Castiel looked down to the floor, “That’s the problem.”
“I knew there would be a ‘but’,” Dean yelled slamming his hand on the table. “There’s always a ‘but’.”
“For this to really work, Sam would have to claim an archangel.”
Sam sighed as Dean stood so fast he knocked his chair over. “So we’re pretty much toast, no archangel is going to help us.”
“Well.”
“Cass?”
“There are rumors of one archangel that left after Lucifer was casted from Heaven but there are also those who believe that he was killed during the battle between his brothers.”
“Do you know how to find him?” Dean asked.
“There is a summoning spell that we could use but…”
“There’s that ‘but’ again.”
“If he is alive, I do not believe that he would be willing to help against Lucifer and Michael.”
Sam was going through the names of every archangel that he could think of but it wasn’t helping him. He had read so many different lists from different religions of different angels; that he wasn’t sure which ones were actually real anymore. “Who is it Cass?” he asked. Castiel’s eyes settled on him and Sam was suddenly wishing that he hadn’t asked.
“The Massager of God, the Archangel Gabriel.”
***
Two Months Later
Loki was having the best day ever. He’s just finished messing around with a dirty cop that he’d been following around for the past week; making him see the ghosts of the people that he had wrong, or getting odd phone calls. In the end Loki didn’t have to go through with the actual killing part. After a while the cop couldn’t take it anymore and just snapped, he ended it all by jumping off a bridge.
He’d returned to his hideout for this little town, to reward himself with some ice cream, cakes, and other sweets. He was going through his fourth pumpkin pie, when he suddenly felt something that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. A small pain, in his chest, as if someone had reached into him and was trying to pull him somewhere. He glanced at his chest, the pain was fast, and it was gone just as soon as he starting to feel it.
“What was that all about?”
When the pain didn’t answers back, he shrugged it off as nothing. He stood from the table to head to the bedroom, it had been a long day and he was actually a little tried. He was half way there when the pain hit again; this time a lot harder, causing him to double over. He couldn’t believe it, who even knew that he was still alive.
He did his best to fight it, to stop his body from going to whoever was calling him but with ever second that he held out the pain only got worst. He silently cursed whoever it was casting the spell as the pain started to spread from his chest, it became like fire running through his vain. It had been so long since the last time someone used a summoning spell on him that he had forgotten just how badly it hurt when you fought it. As the pained reached his neck, a white light started to form before his eyes and along with the light, he started to hear a voice. The voice of the one calling him and he knew at once that this wasn’t going to end well. He sighed giving into the spell, he knew that there was no way that the Winchester brothers would stop trying to summoning him.
The only problem was that he also knew that they didn’t know who they were calling. They were going to be in for a surprise; they call for an archangel and they get a trickster instead.
***
“Are you sure this is the right spell Cass?” Dean yelled over Sam’s chanting. Castiel just nodded and went back to watching Sam, who stood by the ring of Holy Oil Fire that they had made. Inside the ring of fire, on the ground in blood, they had drawn the symbol of the Archangel Gabriel, forcing Gabriel to land in the ring; when and if he even showed up. “Are you sure the guy’s even alive still?”
“Like I said before Dean, there are rumors out there but I don’t know if they’re true or not.”
“Great, so we could be standing out in the middle of nowhere for nothing.” Dean looked to his brother, Sam was eyeing him over the paper that he was reading off of. “And why did you have us put that cover up? It’s not like it’s going to rain, it’s the middle of sum…” His voice was drowning out by the crash of thunders off in the distance. “What the Hell?”
Dean glanced to the sky; dark rain cloud started rolling in from nowhere, he could see lightening reaching down from the clouds to the ground, followed closer by more thunder. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a white light, he turned back to find the symbol beginning to glow. The light grew brighter as Sam raised his voice to be heard over the sound of nature building up around them; the wind blowing and the rain that started to fall. “Does this always happen when you summon an angel?” he asked Castiel.
Castiel nodded as he took a step close to Sam, careful of the flames himself. “Only when you summon an archangel and Gabriel is the Archangel of Water, so it’s only natural that this happen.”
“So why didn’t we do this inside somewhere?”
“I thought you would enjoy not being stuck under the pile of a collapsed building.” Castiel turned to him and for a second Dean was sure that he saw a small smile.
Dean was about snap back with some remark when the next flash of lightening struck the earth, this time right in the middle of the ring of fire. Dean threw his arms up over his eyes to protect them from the lightening brightness but as he did so he realized that he’s seen this light before and it wasn’t from lightening. It was the light of an angel’s grace, just like Castiel’s, only two times brighter. When he didn’t hear Sam chanting anymore, he hoped that it was because he was also covering his eyes from the light.
As the light started to fade, so did the elements around them; the wind died down to a slight breeze, the thunder and lightning disappeared, rolling off into the fields past them. Only the rain remain and it didn’t let up, if anything it got harder, drumming against the top of the tent cover that Castiel had them put up. Dean heard footsteps and could only guess that it was Castiel moving closer.
“Gabriel. So the rumors are true.”
Dean was waiting for the light to fade some more before lowering his arms but when he heard the voice answer back to Castiel; he didn’t care about the light. It was a voice that he believed to never hear again after the second time they ran into the owner of it but as he lowered his arms this was one thing that he couldn’t believe.
“No, way,” Dean heard Sam say next to him as he cursed under his breath. There standing in the middle of the Holy Oil Fire ring was Gabriel; but him and Sam knew him better as the Trickster, Loki.
This way to Part Two