Si vales valeo - Part One
Un-betad.
First story: Numinous
MASTERPOST
Part One
Dean missed it when his life only had simple salt-and-burn cases and werewolves to take care of. He also almost missed demons being his main problem, because angels? Angels were the worst kind of supernatural beings one could have as enemies. And maybe Dean was just way too used to having an angel as back-up, because he was captured embarrassingly easily. He got out of the diner, there was a dude in suit next to him and… darkness.
He was a hunter, a damn fine hunter and yet if he was not prepared an angel could just press a finger on him and he was out, mind-whammied and captured. The first thing he was aware of was the throbbing pain in his skull, did they hit him on the head too or was that also some angel-mojo? He couldn’t tell.
The second thing he noticed was that he couldn’t move. He couldn’t lift a finger and that was just not good, he hated that in angels, because when demons decided to slam him into a wall he could still strain his muscles or move his head, but like this, he was helpless. Completely.
He only heard a few words from the angels - because yes, there were more than one of the fuckers, at least two or three, he wasn’t sure - but he knew what was going on immediately. They were Raphael loyalists. Even with the archangel out of the picture there were still angels that had no intention following the new order in Heaven. Castiel and Gabriel managed to capture some of them, but a lot were still freely roaming the Earth.
When Dean opened his eyes he could finally see them. Four, four angels, that was just perfect. They immediately turned towards Dean.
‘Awake finally’ one of them said. It was a younger dude, or his vessel anyways, in a black suit like all of Raphael’s mooks tended to be.
‘Glad I can join the party’ he replied with a smile, but he got no reaction for his efforts. ‘You know guys, it’s not that I’m not happy about this little get together, even if I don’t know what you could possibly want from me, but I gotta tell you… whatever it is, it’s not gonna work.’
There was no natural light in the room so he couldn’t tell how much time passed, but he only left Sam alone in their motel room to get some food so even if it was only an hour Sam probably figured it out that something was wrong by now.
‘We’ll see about that’ another one of the angels told him, he wore a middle-aged guy.
‘You can't keep me here forever, you’re screwed you gotta know that.’ And yes maybe it was cocky to presume this, but he was pretty sure that he could get angelic back-up easily so he wasn’t that concerned about his situation.
‘Really? Just call Castiel and you’ll see’ one of them spat at him. Dean looked at them for a few seconds and yeah Cas was badass, no question there, but four angels? All of them prepared for a fight? Not happening. This screamed ‘trap’ with a megaphone and he actually wanted to snort at how stupid these angels thought he was. And okay Raphael and his henchmen were famous of thinking of humans as insignificant, stupid mud-monkeys, but still. They couldn’t come up with a better plan? Not that he was complaining, they were just foot soldiers anyway, they probably never had to think on their own before, but Raphael was not there anymore to give orders.
They were looking at him, almost expectantly, which just confirmed that they wanted to lure Cas into a trap with him as the bait.
‘Yeah, I don’t think so’ he told them.
‘You will rot here forever’ an angel hissed at him. ‘There is no way for you to get out of here otherwise, so pray to him.’ Dean actually laughed at that.
‘I didn’t say that I was staying, just that I won’t call Cas’ he answered, but they were still just staring at him. ‘God, you’re idiots’ he told them, but continued before they could interrupt him. The warm silver amulet was resting on his chest under his shirt as always recently. ‘Gabriel! Could use some help here!’ he said out loud.
It was only a few seconds, but the way the angels' expressions darkened, then became panicked was absolutely priceless. Then Dean felt it on his skin as the temperature dropped, as the air turned heavy and charged, the scent of a storm - ozone and rain - filled his nose and the lights flickered and some of them died out as electric sparks rained on the floor as the archangel appeared in the room only a few feet away from the four angels.
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Dean wanted to greet the archangel with some funny TV line that would've totally made him sound like a 50s housewife, but the absolute naked rage on Gabriel's face rendered him still and silent. He was positive that the second he appeared the four angels wanted to flee rather than fight, but they couldn't run, they were not fast enough.
Even if the anger was not directed at him Dean felt it how Gabriel's presence filled the room and it sent a shiver down his spine. He didn't know what he expected, Gabriel to draw his blade, to just snap his fingers, or maybe to burn the angels like Michael destroyed Anna, but the archangel did not move from his spot. The four angels were right in front of him and he simply raised his hand, fingers spread first towards the angels and suddenly Dean could move again he could feel it, but he stayed motionless.
Then Gabriel slowly turned his hand while he closed his fingers, his face intent and his eyes not leaving his brethren in front of him. Dean saw that if not for some force he could not perceive with his human senses preventing them, the angels would have screamed. Light was shining through their skin, like their angelic grace was burning up their vessels from the inside out; the power trying to escape, but it was not flames or heat, but blazing white light pouring out.
Their vessels started to crumble, their skin turning hard, like marble or stone, like dirty damaged porcelain, all sign of life slipping away by the second. Small hairline cracks appeared first, running down their faces and skin, white light shining through, then they started to break apart, the cracks widening. Dean wasn't sure what he heard was whether the sound of bones snapping in their bodies or was it the hardened skin breaking apart.
Suddenly the white light erupted from within forcing Dean to shield his eyes away. When it was not bright red he saw from behind his eyelids he opened his eyes. Gabriel dropped his hand and the angels were gone, well not completely as Dean looked down at the layer of dust covering the floor.
And he was over his Gabriel freak-out for some time now, but damn if this didn't make his heart beat vehemently in his chest. His muscles were strained and sweat broke out on his skin, on the top side the adrenaline rush dulled the pain in his skull too. Gabriel walked closer to him simply stomping through the... ashes? Dust? Dean didn't really want to think about it.
Gabriel reached out to his face and Dean couldn't suppress the flinch, which of course made Gabriel stop immediately.
'Dammit' Dean grumbled and was pleased that he could speak properly, even if he did sound a little out of breath. 'Sorry' he added, but Gabriel kept frowning. 'That was just... impressive' he said.
'Ashes to ashes' Gabriel replied.
'How... biblical of you' Dean told him and he knew Gabriel would've smiled at that normally, but the archangel was still way more serious than usual.
'I do tend to settle things in an “Old Testament” way if I'm really angry.'
'I keep that in mind' Dean answered and tried a smile himself but Gabriel's seriousness after the little display of destructive cosmic powers was putting him on an edge.
'No need' Gabriel answered. 'Let’s get out of here' he said next and grabbed Dean's forearm. The hunter felt as the world shifted around him. Flying or teleporting, whatever he called it, was different with Gabriel than it was with Cas. Maybe because he was an archangel and thus more powerful, maybe because he had a lot more experience with transporting humans, but it was less uncomfortable. With Castiel he felt like his body was suddenly yanked through some roller-coaster tunnel, but with Gabriel his body remained still and the entire world just shifted around him. He would never admit to his geek brother that he actually spent time thinking about how Cas probably manipulated their bodies while taking flight, while Gabriel apparently bended space instead, warping reality at will around them. It was such a show-off way to zap to places if that was really what Gabriel did, but it was also 100% like him, and after he got over himself regarding 'the incident' he started to appreciate how Gabriel's display of power could be well... really hot.
This time though the moment space shifted around them the sharp pain stabbed his skull again and he actually had to grab onto Gabriel not to fall. He squeezed his eyes shut as he gritted his teeth trying not to groan loudly.
'Dean!' he heard his brother's voice. The elder Winchester opened his eyes when he felt a hand on his shoulder and he saw his brother’s ridiculously concerned face, with the whole “someone shot my baby seal” expression down to a T.
'M'fine Sammy' he answered right away.
'No you’re not' his little brother argued.
'Sit down Dean' he heard Gabriel and the archangel even pulled at his arm, he went without arguing and he was soon sitting on a bed.
'You're not physically injured' Gabriel told him as he knelt down in front of him and put a hand on his chest, right above his heart. Usually he liked Gabriel in this position way too much and if not for the throbbing pain in his head he would probably be half on his way to a boner from the proximity.
'It's my head' Dean told him. 'They whammied me unconscious and it hurt when I woke up'
Gabriel frowned again.
'You called me as soon as you woke up?' he asked then.
'After a minute or so, it was a trap for Cas, they wanted me to call him, morons.' The frown deepened.
'How long was I gone?' he asked, Gabriel was still way too serious and Sammy just looked exhausted. He was pale and looked shaken now that Dean looked at him.
'Two days' Gabriel answered, and that shocked Dean to the core.
'They kept me unconscious for two days?' he asked. 'That doesn't make sense.'
'It does if it was a trap' Gabriel sighed. 'With the sigils on your ribs Castiel and I couldn't find you. As long as you're out, you can't call us, you're off radar' Gabriel sounded angry now.
'You were just gone' Sam added. 'We couldn't trace your phone and we've been looking for you, but... nothing... not a damn thing, like you vanished from Earth' and his little brother did sounded desperate now.
'I'm back now' he said reassuringly, he even smiled up to his huge little brother. 'How the fuckers got me, I have no idea.'
'They were probably just lucky' Gabriel said. 'Good place, good time.'
They were in silence for a while then and Dean looked at his brother again.
'Dude, go to sleep you're going to pass out, I feel tired just looking at you.' Sam let out a shaky laugh, but it seemed strained.
'What is it?' he asked. Sam looked at him for a second then he glanced at the archangel still half-kneeling on the carpet in front of Dean.
'I want to talk to my brother' he said.
'Go ahead' Gabriel replied.
'Alone' Sam answered immediately, and Gabriel turned to him with a glare.
'No!' he said in a hard voice, and Dean felt as Gabriel's hand tightened on his knee. Sam's exhaustion disappeared in a heartbeat.
'You know what? Fuck you!' raised Sam his voice. 'Yes, you found Dean, thank you! You're the big awesome archangel, congratulations. I'm gonna light you a candle at the next church we pass, but how about you get the hell out since you have no further business here!' Dean reacted immediately and grabbed the archangel's shoulder, Gabriel looked back at him instead of standing up, but he looked angry, and Dean saw the same tension coiling in him he saw in Sam.
'Just... give us a minute?' he asked, raising his eyebrows, and clearly Gabriel didn't like the idea, if the way he took a deep breath was any indication, but he nodded sharply.
'I'm going to tell Castiel you're fine, call me when you're done' he said and he vanished. Dean turned to his brother.
'I know this two days must've been awful' he said and he knew, God he could imagine how he would’ve reacted if his brother was suddenly gone. Sam sat down to the other bed, and he visibly tried to relax. 'But Sam... do you really have to do your best to piss him off every single time?' he asked. This only caused Sam to direct his anger at him apparently.
'Right, because you didn't fight, snarl and shout at him every single time since he returned, that until he put you through some heavy mental torture of course, so you're now actually just his--'
He stopped abruptly and Dean narrowed his eyes.
'His what?' he asked, his voice even.
'Nothing' Sam answered and Dean didn't push it, because he was sure that whatever it was his brother was about to say it was not something he would like.
'You gotta sleep Sammy' he said instead. 'And we talk about this when you're rested, cause I don't want you to say something in sleep deprivation you'd regret later.' Sam nodded. 'Gonna talk with Gabriel, see if he can cure my headache.' He stood up, the pain in his head was not that bad now but it was still present, and then some.
'I don't get how you can trust him, Dean' Sam said. 'After everything he's done... especially what he's done to you... how can you...'
'Sam, not now. Sleep!' Sam lay down onto his bed, over the covers and Dean suspected that he would be out within seconds, and he definitely needed it. So Dean just turned off the lights and left the motel room.
Part Two >>
First story: Numinous
MASTERPOST
Part One
Dean missed it when his life only had simple salt-and-burn cases and werewolves to take care of. He also almost missed demons being his main problem, because angels? Angels were the worst kind of supernatural beings one could have as enemies. And maybe Dean was just way too used to having an angel as back-up, because he was captured embarrassingly easily. He got out of the diner, there was a dude in suit next to him and… darkness.
He was a hunter, a damn fine hunter and yet if he was not prepared an angel could just press a finger on him and he was out, mind-whammied and captured. The first thing he was aware of was the throbbing pain in his skull, did they hit him on the head too or was that also some angel-mojo? He couldn’t tell.
The second thing he noticed was that he couldn’t move. He couldn’t lift a finger and that was just not good, he hated that in angels, because when demons decided to slam him into a wall he could still strain his muscles or move his head, but like this, he was helpless. Completely.
He only heard a few words from the angels - because yes, there were more than one of the fuckers, at least two or three, he wasn’t sure - but he knew what was going on immediately. They were Raphael loyalists. Even with the archangel out of the picture there were still angels that had no intention following the new order in Heaven. Castiel and Gabriel managed to capture some of them, but a lot were still freely roaming the Earth.
When Dean opened his eyes he could finally see them. Four, four angels, that was just perfect. They immediately turned towards Dean.
‘Awake finally’ one of them said. It was a younger dude, or his vessel anyways, in a black suit like all of Raphael’s mooks tended to be.
‘Glad I can join the party’ he replied with a smile, but he got no reaction for his efforts. ‘You know guys, it’s not that I’m not happy about this little get together, even if I don’t know what you could possibly want from me, but I gotta tell you… whatever it is, it’s not gonna work.’
There was no natural light in the room so he couldn’t tell how much time passed, but he only left Sam alone in their motel room to get some food so even if it was only an hour Sam probably figured it out that something was wrong by now.
‘We’ll see about that’ another one of the angels told him, he wore a middle-aged guy.
‘You can't keep me here forever, you’re screwed you gotta know that.’ And yes maybe it was cocky to presume this, but he was pretty sure that he could get angelic back-up easily so he wasn’t that concerned about his situation.
‘Really? Just call Castiel and you’ll see’ one of them spat at him. Dean looked at them for a few seconds and yeah Cas was badass, no question there, but four angels? All of them prepared for a fight? Not happening. This screamed ‘trap’ with a megaphone and he actually wanted to snort at how stupid these angels thought he was. And okay Raphael and his henchmen were famous of thinking of humans as insignificant, stupid mud-monkeys, but still. They couldn’t come up with a better plan? Not that he was complaining, they were just foot soldiers anyway, they probably never had to think on their own before, but Raphael was not there anymore to give orders.
They were looking at him, almost expectantly, which just confirmed that they wanted to lure Cas into a trap with him as the bait.
‘Yeah, I don’t think so’ he told them.
‘You will rot here forever’ an angel hissed at him. ‘There is no way for you to get out of here otherwise, so pray to him.’ Dean actually laughed at that.
‘I didn’t say that I was staying, just that I won’t call Cas’ he answered, but they were still just staring at him. ‘God, you’re idiots’ he told them, but continued before they could interrupt him. The warm silver amulet was resting on his chest under his shirt as always recently. ‘Gabriel! Could use some help here!’ he said out loud.
It was only a few seconds, but the way the angels' expressions darkened, then became panicked was absolutely priceless. Then Dean felt it on his skin as the temperature dropped, as the air turned heavy and charged, the scent of a storm - ozone and rain - filled his nose and the lights flickered and some of them died out as electric sparks rained on the floor as the archangel appeared in the room only a few feet away from the four angels.
xxx
Dean wanted to greet the archangel with some funny TV line that would've totally made him sound like a 50s housewife, but the absolute naked rage on Gabriel's face rendered him still and silent. He was positive that the second he appeared the four angels wanted to flee rather than fight, but they couldn't run, they were not fast enough.
Even if the anger was not directed at him Dean felt it how Gabriel's presence filled the room and it sent a shiver down his spine. He didn't know what he expected, Gabriel to draw his blade, to just snap his fingers, or maybe to burn the angels like Michael destroyed Anna, but the archangel did not move from his spot. The four angels were right in front of him and he simply raised his hand, fingers spread first towards the angels and suddenly Dean could move again he could feel it, but he stayed motionless.
Then Gabriel slowly turned his hand while he closed his fingers, his face intent and his eyes not leaving his brethren in front of him. Dean saw that if not for some force he could not perceive with his human senses preventing them, the angels would have screamed. Light was shining through their skin, like their angelic grace was burning up their vessels from the inside out; the power trying to escape, but it was not flames or heat, but blazing white light pouring out.
Their vessels started to crumble, their skin turning hard, like marble or stone, like dirty damaged porcelain, all sign of life slipping away by the second. Small hairline cracks appeared first, running down their faces and skin, white light shining through, then they started to break apart, the cracks widening. Dean wasn't sure what he heard was whether the sound of bones snapping in their bodies or was it the hardened skin breaking apart.
Suddenly the white light erupted from within forcing Dean to shield his eyes away. When it was not bright red he saw from behind his eyelids he opened his eyes. Gabriel dropped his hand and the angels were gone, well not completely as Dean looked down at the layer of dust covering the floor.
And he was over his Gabriel freak-out for some time now, but damn if this didn't make his heart beat vehemently in his chest. His muscles were strained and sweat broke out on his skin, on the top side the adrenaline rush dulled the pain in his skull too. Gabriel walked closer to him simply stomping through the... ashes? Dust? Dean didn't really want to think about it.
Gabriel reached out to his face and Dean couldn't suppress the flinch, which of course made Gabriel stop immediately.
'Dammit' Dean grumbled and was pleased that he could speak properly, even if he did sound a little out of breath. 'Sorry' he added, but Gabriel kept frowning. 'That was just... impressive' he said.
'Ashes to ashes' Gabriel replied.
'How... biblical of you' Dean told him and he knew Gabriel would've smiled at that normally, but the archangel was still way more serious than usual.
'I do tend to settle things in an “Old Testament” way if I'm really angry.'
'I keep that in mind' Dean answered and tried a smile himself but Gabriel's seriousness after the little display of destructive cosmic powers was putting him on an edge.
'No need' Gabriel answered. 'Let’s get out of here' he said next and grabbed Dean's forearm. The hunter felt as the world shifted around him. Flying or teleporting, whatever he called it, was different with Gabriel than it was with Cas. Maybe because he was an archangel and thus more powerful, maybe because he had a lot more experience with transporting humans, but it was less uncomfortable. With Castiel he felt like his body was suddenly yanked through some roller-coaster tunnel, but with Gabriel his body remained still and the entire world just shifted around him. He would never admit to his geek brother that he actually spent time thinking about how Cas probably manipulated their bodies while taking flight, while Gabriel apparently bended space instead, warping reality at will around them. It was such a show-off way to zap to places if that was really what Gabriel did, but it was also 100% like him, and after he got over himself regarding 'the incident' he started to appreciate how Gabriel's display of power could be well... really hot.
This time though the moment space shifted around them the sharp pain stabbed his skull again and he actually had to grab onto Gabriel not to fall. He squeezed his eyes shut as he gritted his teeth trying not to groan loudly.
'Dean!' he heard his brother's voice. The elder Winchester opened his eyes when he felt a hand on his shoulder and he saw his brother’s ridiculously concerned face, with the whole “someone shot my baby seal” expression down to a T.
'M'fine Sammy' he answered right away.
'No you’re not' his little brother argued.
'Sit down Dean' he heard Gabriel and the archangel even pulled at his arm, he went without arguing and he was soon sitting on a bed.
'You're not physically injured' Gabriel told him as he knelt down in front of him and put a hand on his chest, right above his heart. Usually he liked Gabriel in this position way too much and if not for the throbbing pain in his head he would probably be half on his way to a boner from the proximity.
'It's my head' Dean told him. 'They whammied me unconscious and it hurt when I woke up'
Gabriel frowned again.
'You called me as soon as you woke up?' he asked then.
'After a minute or so, it was a trap for Cas, they wanted me to call him, morons.' The frown deepened.
'How long was I gone?' he asked, Gabriel was still way too serious and Sammy just looked exhausted. He was pale and looked shaken now that Dean looked at him.
'Two days' Gabriel answered, and that shocked Dean to the core.
'They kept me unconscious for two days?' he asked. 'That doesn't make sense.'
'It does if it was a trap' Gabriel sighed. 'With the sigils on your ribs Castiel and I couldn't find you. As long as you're out, you can't call us, you're off radar' Gabriel sounded angry now.
'You were just gone' Sam added. 'We couldn't trace your phone and we've been looking for you, but... nothing... not a damn thing, like you vanished from Earth' and his little brother did sounded desperate now.
'I'm back now' he said reassuringly, he even smiled up to his huge little brother. 'How the fuckers got me, I have no idea.'
'They were probably just lucky' Gabriel said. 'Good place, good time.'
They were in silence for a while then and Dean looked at his brother again.
'Dude, go to sleep you're going to pass out, I feel tired just looking at you.' Sam let out a shaky laugh, but it seemed strained.
'What is it?' he asked. Sam looked at him for a second then he glanced at the archangel still half-kneeling on the carpet in front of Dean.
'I want to talk to my brother' he said.
'Go ahead' Gabriel replied.
'Alone' Sam answered immediately, and Gabriel turned to him with a glare.
'No!' he said in a hard voice, and Dean felt as Gabriel's hand tightened on his knee. Sam's exhaustion disappeared in a heartbeat.
'You know what? Fuck you!' raised Sam his voice. 'Yes, you found Dean, thank you! You're the big awesome archangel, congratulations. I'm gonna light you a candle at the next church we pass, but how about you get the hell out since you have no further business here!' Dean reacted immediately and grabbed the archangel's shoulder, Gabriel looked back at him instead of standing up, but he looked angry, and Dean saw the same tension coiling in him he saw in Sam.
'Just... give us a minute?' he asked, raising his eyebrows, and clearly Gabriel didn't like the idea, if the way he took a deep breath was any indication, but he nodded sharply.
'I'm going to tell Castiel you're fine, call me when you're done' he said and he vanished. Dean turned to his brother.
'I know this two days must've been awful' he said and he knew, God he could imagine how he would’ve reacted if his brother was suddenly gone. Sam sat down to the other bed, and he visibly tried to relax. 'But Sam... do you really have to do your best to piss him off every single time?' he asked. This only caused Sam to direct his anger at him apparently.
'Right, because you didn't fight, snarl and shout at him every single time since he returned, that until he put you through some heavy mental torture of course, so you're now actually just his--'
He stopped abruptly and Dean narrowed his eyes.
'His what?' he asked, his voice even.
'Nothing' Sam answered and Dean didn't push it, because he was sure that whatever it was his brother was about to say it was not something he would like.
'You gotta sleep Sammy' he said instead. 'And we talk about this when you're rested, cause I don't want you to say something in sleep deprivation you'd regret later.' Sam nodded. 'Gonna talk with Gabriel, see if he can cure my headache.' He stood up, the pain in his head was not that bad now but it was still present, and then some.
'I don't get how you can trust him, Dean' Sam said. 'After everything he's done... especially what he's done to you... how can you...'
'Sam, not now. Sleep!' Sam lay down onto his bed, over the covers and Dean suspected that he would be out within seconds, and he definitely needed it. So Dean just turned off the lights and left the motel room.
Part Two >>