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SPN Fic: The Path We Choose- (8/?)
Title: The Path We Choose
Author: Tenoko1
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Takes place after Season five with references through Season seven
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Sarah, slight Cas/Meg
Disclaimer: Do not own
Summary: They’d tried to defy Chuck’s prophecies before and failed, but Dean wouldn’t be a Winchester if he was just willing to accept God’s Word as final answer.
Notes: Comments are much love.
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Chapter Eight
Seriously. The day could not get any worse, and even if it could, Dean was already fed up with it. They’d gotten called out to take care of a demon holed up in an abandoned gas station, and frankly, nothing says fun like fighting demon spawn with Super Soakers and water balloons filled with holy water, except, you know, holy water doesn’t exactly get the demon out of the body or kill it either, just sort of pisses them royally off. Which was what made it fun.
Except, it hadn’t been just the one demon. And it wasn’t like they could have laid out devil’s traps or anything either. Probably the only reason they hadn’t gotten killed was the very small salt perimeter Sam had managed to lay down, but salt lines don’t exactly stop bullets. They’d run out of ammo, they’d been running low on holy armory, and two hunters with one demon killing knife between them against twenty angry demons was not looking good.
He and Sam had been hunkered down behind an overturned car when the screaming had started, lights flashing. They’d grinned at each other, thankful once again they were friends with an angel.
Except…
“Hello, boys,” the voice drawled as a figure stepped around the car, right at the edge of their salt perimeter. They both pointed their water guns at the female demon smirking at them, her signature smirk in place as her gaze drifted to Dean. “Or not.” She tapped the angel blade she was holding against her leg, regarding the hunter in condescending amusement. “What? Were your previous seduction attempts with Clarence such a bust you resorted to this?”
The elder Winchester groaned. Yeah, this had been another person he’d really hoped not to run into while still stuck like this. Hope had always worked out so well for him the past.
“How are you still alive?” he demanded, firing of a shot of blessed water at her just for the hell of it.
She sidestepped it easily, continuing to smirk. “Because I’m in a whole other league from the morons you two normally face down.”
He continued to glare at her. “Yeah, well, you still have some nerve showing your face around us after that stunt with the hell hounds you pulled. You cost us two good people. Two great people.”
“Yes, well, you cost me a Messiah and put the greatest threat to our existence on his throne instead, so let’s let bygones be bygones, shall we?”
Snorting, Sam shook his head. “Really?” He arched a brow when she turned to him. “You’re worried about Crowley being the king of hell as opposed to a fallen angel who hated both humans and demons?”
“You didn’t save the world, sparky, just delayed the inevitable. You have your faith, I have mine. Which is why I’m here.”
Yeah, apparently filling them in wasn’t enough. She wanted to stick around to talk about the ‘problem’. They’d both been tired, sore, and hungry, which was how they ended up at Al’s Hotdogs, which weirdly enough, sold gyros and burgers… and the occasional hotdog. He doubted Meg would attack his brother in a restaurant, which was the only reason Dean left them to find a table while he went to place all their orders, feeling crankier and crankier as the gnawing emptiness in his stomach mounted.
In his embarrassment with Cas the day before (he never really gave him an answer), he’d avoided the angel the rest of the day, which made him miss dinner, then the call came in making them miss breakfast, now here it was late afternoon, and he was willing to kill the cow himself if that would get him a decent burger.
“Hi,” a voice drawled behind him as he waited in line.
Curious, Dean pivoted long enough to glance at the guy standing behind him grinning. “Hi.” He turned back around.
“Ever been here before?” Dean shook his head, no longer feeling annoyed when his ponytail swished at the movement. Strange how you got use to things when you had to. Like under wire and bra hooks. “This place is amazing, despite the humble appearance.”
“They don’t have a bacon double cheeseburger, dude. I already take offense.”
The guy laughed, and for whatever reason, the sound of it triggered something in Dean’s mind, a warning he couldn’t quiet place. He glanced back at the guy, who was still smiling. He offered a tight smile back. Dude was just being nice, no need to get rude because he’d been fighting demons on an empty stomach and was going on two weeks of being stuck as a girl.
“Well, they aren’t perfect like I thought then.” He angled his head to regard Dean, the hunter’s brows knitting in confusion as to why this guy was so damn friendly. “We should complain. Insist they fix the menu.” He winked teasingly.
Dean’s blood ran cold, panic rushing over him. Oh dear God. He was being hit on. He sent a panicked look over at Sam. His brother was busy on his phone calling Cas and Bobby, and Meg’s back was to Dean, not that she would help. The elder Winchester turned back at the guy, tongue darting out over his bottom lip.
“Uh, look, you’re nice, but I’m not interested.” He shook his head. “I’m starved. I just want lunch.”
The guy’s gaze flicked to the menu and then back to Dean as the line shuffled forward. “Well, no reason it can’t be both ways. Why don’t I buy you lunch and we can share a table?”
“I can buy my own, and frankly, I’m really not interested. Just hungry.” He turned back around, folding his arms so he wouldn’t be tempted to punch the guy.
“Just a friendly lunch then.”
Dean whirled back around, glaring and ready to rip the guy a new one. “Dude!”
A hand settled on the small of his back. “Is there a problem here?” Dean looked up at Cas in surprise, oddly comforted somehow by his presence, the gentle touch at his back. The angel wasn’t looking at him though, instead was regarding the stranger with that whole ‘I see the sins on your soul’ look he did.
The guy shook his head. “Nope, no problem.” His gaze flicked to Dean who continued to scowl at him, arms folding over his chest and weight shifting to his back foot. “I just didn’t want her to have to sit alone was all.”
“She won’t.”
The guy nodded rapidly, eyes darting around nervously, making Dean bite back a smile. “Oh good. Oh hey, look, it’s your turn to order.”
Both of them turned and stepped up to the counter, Cas regarding Dean curiously. “Do you know what you want?”
Chuckling, Dean shook his head at all the answers that ran through his head. Seriously, the comebacks wrote themselves.
“Yeah. Did you want anything while we’re here?” The angel gave him a pointed look and Dean raised his hands. “Hey, look, manners dictate I keep asking. You can share my fries if you change your mind.” He turned back to the clerk. “Yeah, can I get the Guacamole burger with fries, your southwestern chicken salad, and then an order of the most pathetic item you have on your menu that you would only feed your worst enemy? If you poison or spit on that last item, I promise to look the other way.”
The clerk frowned at him uncertainly, and Dean flashed him a brilliant smile. ‘Why yes, I am completely serious, thank you for taking care of that for me’ the smile said. He sensed rather than saw Cas chuckle, making him turn and grin at the angel, even winking in private joke.
“I’m assuming that last one is for Meg?”
“I hope she chokes. And no one here knows the Heimlich.”
The man nodded. “It is well deserved.”
After they paid, the clerk gave them a numbered flag to set at the end of their table for when the food was brought out. The challenge came when they went to sit down at the table. Sam was already seated across from the demon, they were both basically ignoring the other, but that also left one seat available by each of them. They couldn’t all squeeze in on one side without drawing serious attention and odd looks, and Dean certainly wasn’t going to sit by her, not to mention he’d read the books, and damn well wasn’t going to let her anywhere near Cas less she decided she wanted to shove her tongue down his throat.
“Sam.” His brother looked up in question. “Do me a favor, little brother? Switch sides. I ain’t sitting next to her and we’ll probably end up smited if we make an angel sit next to a demon. I refuse to die on an empty stomach.”
Even while looking confused, Sam easily slid out of his seat and around to sit next to Meg. “Anna and Ruby sat in the backseat without us getting struck by lightning, so I think it’s fine.”
They slid into their seats. “Anna already had homeboy and junkless on her tail, so smiting at that immediate moment was not necessary,” Dean pointed out, hooking a thumb at Cas. “They figured she’d get taken care of anyway, not to mention, they didn’t need us getting killed in the crossfire- Bitch, why are you grinning like that? I swear I will stab you. In the throat.”
Her expression didn’t waver, but her gaze did slide from Dean to the angel seated beside him. The raven-haired man regarded her curiously. “Oh nothing, I just find it funny it looks as if the tree topper is dating the Winchester’s baby sister is all.”
“I really hope you choke on your food,” he told her, a sadist grin stretching across his face as he leaned across the table to hiss at her. “I’ll conveniently forget basic First Aid. I also hope you get food poisoning and end up paying homage to the porcelain throne all night long.”
She hummed in amusement, glancing back at Cas again. “Oh I can see why your fell for him. Sweet nothings like that, who wouldn’t want to date him?”
Throwing himself back in his chair, Dean rolled his eyes. “We aren’t dating. That joke is getting old, people.”
“So you’re saying Cas didn’t have to just step in as the boyfriend figure when some dumb lug didn’t have to sense to hit on any other girl in the building but you, right?”
“He didn’t step in as the boyfriend figure.”
“If not, then why did Sam send him over rather than coming to your aid himself?”
Dean’s gaze flicked to his brother. Sam held up his hands. “Not saying she’s right, but you look like my little sister. It would have either come across as creepy or overbearing and sexist or something. Cas was already looking to intervene since you were getting mad. I let him.”
The waitress brought the food and left with their flag. Dean took no satisfaction in the plain weenie on a plain bun set in front of Meg. The weenie hadn’t even been cooked. She regarded it in distaste.
Okay maybe he took a little satisfaction. He choked on his drink laughing when she had to take to food back up to the counter. The clerk gave him a worried look over the demon’s shoulder. Dean grinned and gave him double thumbs up while Sam chuckled and shook his head.
“You sure you wanna get on her nerves before she tells us why she’s here, Dean?” Their gazes met. “I hardly think she’d make an appearance without good cause. She knows we want her dead.”
Swallowing a bite of his burger –which was amazing, by the way, he would be getting these more often, especially if he could get them with bacon- Dean shrugged.
“Even if she walks away, it’ll totally have been worth it for the look of disgust on her face. Once she’s gone, my day will only improve.”
The woman in question plopped back down in annoyance. “Cute, Deano, really. If you’re finished, can we get this business lunch started then?”
“Whenever you’re ready to put that air you’re wasting towards something good to say,” Dean shrugged. Promptly earning him a kick from both people across the table from him, and Cas nudging his leg with his knee. Which was far more distracting.
Taking in a breath, Meg let her gaze flick to each of their faces before locking eyes with Cas. “Don’t suppose you boys know anything about why all the prophets have gone missing, do you? Even the ones that were in our camp are conveniently M.I.A, I’d have thought you responsible, but your people are missing, too.”
“All the prophets are missing?” echoed Sam, gaze meeting Dean’s before looking at Cas. Dean was actually surprised there were apparently enough of them that their absence was noticeable.
Dean looked at Cas questioningly. The angel shook his head. “I know nothing about it. When I initially inquired about the one we knew to be missing, no one mentioned anything about others. If they are unable to be detected just as-“ Dean jabbed his elbow in Cas’ ribs, clamping his teeth together in pain as it was like elbowing a brick wall. Apparently, it was understood though, the angel glanced at him. “-the prophet we were assigned to go looking for is, then it is a safe assumption the Host probably does not even realize their charges are missing.”
Wordlessly, Cas slid the hand under the table to lay it on Dean’s arm, causing relief to wash over his arm like cool water. Dean sighed contently, even as Cas withdrew his hand.
“When all the animals flee the forest? You can bet your britches they aren’t running from Bambi, boys,” drawled Meg, biting into her food.
“How do you even know this? You’re a demon,” snapped Dean, glaring at her while she continued to regard him coolly. “How is a demon keeping tabs on the prophets of the Lord?”
Her brow arched. “We had our own, Deano, and I had one in my pocket as well. How do you think I always managed to stay ahead of your favorite Demon King? My girl with the Sight is missing. It wasn’t hard to follow the breadcrumbs to the others and find their beds all unslept in.”
“Great. As if we didn’t have enough to deal with.” He and Sam shared a look, a silent conversation acknowledging that at least with more prophets missing, that probably meant more clues. Which at least was good. Yeah, but if they were spirited away into thin air like Chuck, then there probably weren’t anymore clues than there had been with him, which were a grand total of none. At least it was something to go on, right?
Groaning, Meg rolled her eyes. “Okay stop with the sibling telepathy already.”
“I find it fascinating to watching them have conversations using only facial expressions and gestures,” admitted Cas, looking away from the brothers to regard the demon across the table. “It’s a testament to their bond.”
She smirked at him. “Then what’s with all the eye sex you and Dean are constantly having? What does that say for your ‘bond’?”
Sam choked on his drink, and Dean kicked Meg hard in the shin with his steel-toed boots, jaw set angrily.
Cas regarded her in confusion then said, “Your jealousy is uncalled for.” Both brothers were choking then, coughing and sputtering. A slow grin stretched over Meg’s face like a cat eyeing a canary. “Just because he never-“
Dean clamped a hand over Cas’ mouth, feeling the way that mouth wilted into a frown against his palm. He angled his head, gazing at Dean in confusion.
The hunter shook his head. “We have got to teach you what is and is not okay to bring up around other people, dude,” he said lowering his hand. The angel continued to look confused, but shrugged and remained silent. Dean flicked his gaze to Meg. “Thanks for the heads up on the other prophets-“
“And for saving your lives earlier today.” Cas stiffened.
Dean ignored her. “We’ll keep an eye out for them while we’re looking for our original missing person. Now get lost.”
Humming in amusement, she pulled a card from her pocket and placed it on the table, sliding it across the surface to Cas, her eyes never wavering from his. “If you find something, be sure to give me a call, boyfriend. I’m always eager to help.”
--
“This is insanity,” Dean griped, slamming the door to his baby harder than he meant to, immediately giving the car an apologetic pat.
His brother gave him a sideways glance. “Have you met us, Dean? We’re the Winchesters. If things were normal, we’d be out of a job.”
“You ever miss the days where all we did was hunt monsters? You know? Wendingos? Ghosts? The occasional possessed object or evil spirit?” He sighed heavily. “I miss those days.”
“Sure, back when our greatest threat was usually a ghost trying to drown us in a sink or a bathtub or something.”
“Ah, vengeful spirits.” Despite himself, Dean hummed in amused nostalgia. “You always knew what you were dealing with. How to handle it. There were laws of nature that whatever you were fighting had to follow. Neither of us was crotchety and bitter yet…”
“Hey!”
“You were less angst-ridden.”
“You weren’t constantly scowling…”
Dean nodded in agreement. “Yep. We were still sheltered creatures back then. Good times.”
Rolling his eyes, Sam gave Dean’s shoulder a shove, knocking the elder Winchester off balance. Laughing, Dean took a swing at him, punching his arm lightly.
“You’re both suddenly in very good moods,” Cas noted, causing them both to look back over their shoulders. “I would have thought the latest development would have caused some manner of distress.”
“We got to eat,” they said in unison, causing them both to laugh and swat at the other again.
“Food makes you happy in the face of great danger,” the angel said with a nod. “I’ll remember that the next time my siblings try to start the apocalypse.”
Sam punched Dean’s shoulder. “Dude. You have got to stop teaching the angel sarcasm. He’s getting good at it.”
Dean shrugged, grinning back at his friend. “You should hear him talk smack. Called Raphael his little bitch and everything.” He put a hand to his heart. “I was so proud.”
“Better than ‘assbutt’?”
Dean waved dismissively. “That’s probably more offensive in Enochian, but you have to admit he was awesome.”
“Hey, I was cheering for him.”
A shadow of a smirk crossed Cas’ face, and he shook his head. “Who would like to inform Bobby of this latest development and of our newest ally?”
Both brothers pivoted sharply, holding out a closed fist in the palm of the other hand. “Best two out of three?” inquired Sam, arching a brow.
Cas looked at both of them in confusion. “You would decided this with Rock, Paper, Scissors?” Then he laughed and shook his head. “Of course you would, why do I bother asking? I will tell him if neither of you wish to.”
Scoffing Dean rolled his eyes, bouncing his fist in his palm a couple of times. “C’mon, Cas, this is part of the fun. Play with us. Indulge us in our little human quirks. It keeps us sane in the face of great troubles and times.”
Blue eyes flicking to each of their faces, Cas mimicked their posture with a shrug.
Best two out of three still ended in Cas losing. Sam was actually shocked, since Dean always lost, and he figured an angel would be able to beat them in a simple game, but no. The elder Winchester was still so happy from his full stomach and now at having finally beaten someone at Rock, Paper, Scissors, he ended up doing a wiggle dance on the sidewalk as they made their way to the front porch.
“Y’know, Dean,” began Sam, chuckling. His brother looked at him with wide, inquiring eyes. “You seem a lot more comfortable in that body now than you were in the beginning. You just did a Victory Dance, dude.” Cas gave a nod of agreement, but said nothing.
Laughing, the elder Winchester waved him off. “Yeah? So what? I’m stuck with it, might as well have some fun. Besides, I can be sillier in this body and get away with it. It’s kinda fun.”
Sam clapped him on the back. “Well, I gotta admit I’m proud of you. This is totally not how I thought you’d handle it.”
Pursing his lips, Dean angled his head. “What did you think I’d do? Go on a rampage or something?”
His brother barked with laughter. “Naw, dude. I actually figured you’d go on some kind of sex binge or something, live it up from the other side or something.”
Dean blinked with a start, then made a face, jerking away from his brother. “I didn’t even think of that. I just- ew.”
“Ew?”
“Yeah. Ew. That would just be really… weird. I know plenty about sex with girls, but don’t know the first thing about having sex as a girl, not to mention, being so out of my element, I’m not just gonna go find some random hottie at the bar to take me home or something-“
“Are we talking about a girl or a guy taking you home?” questioned Sam with a frown. “Because you are in a girl body now.” He wasn’t teasing, just curious, like he was trying to get it straight in his head and imagine what that was like from his brother’s perspective.
“He was talking about a guy,” interjected Cas, causing Dean’s face to turn every shade of red there was, and then invent a few more to go with it. “In his mindset, guys take girls home. He is a girl, so that mentality is his default setting. Seeking out lesbian relations would be even further out of his element, and nothing he would have originally considered as they were previously off limits in his male body. He finds the whole idea, including just the idea of casual sex, actually very awkward, especially considering he was in a committed relationship recently.”
“Cas!” exclaimed Dean, mortified. The angel regarded him curiously, head angled in a way Dean’s brain informed him was cute, yet at the same time, he suddenly felt naked in front of the two of them, folding his arms protectively. “What have I told you about mind reading and what is and is not okay to just come out and say?”
Those blue eyes narrowed slightly, trying to ascertain what he’d done wrong. “It was not something you had even considered until Sam brought it up, though. And we were merely having a speculative discussion.”
Sam was nodding, reaching back to scratch the back of his head. “I’m with Cas on this, we’re just talking about general speculation, and I totally get your mentality too.” Frowning, he shook his head. “I can’t even imagine what it would be like to completely have to change my perspective on how I approached the world. You suddenly being a girl completely changes the way you interact with others, mannerisms and behavior, the emotional and mental mindset you approach the world with.” He scoffed. “I’d have freaked out at first, too.”
The red had faded from the whole of his face, leaving only his cheeks a hue of scarlet as he eyed both men suspiciously. “So this isn’t you trying to take a crack at me?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “No. I’m actually genuinely curious. The psychological and sociological aspects of such a change, and the way one deals with it, appeals to my nerd side. Like, what would you do if you found out you were suddenly stuck forever as a chick? What would your main concerns be? Or what were they initially? You must have thought about it.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Dude, your nerd side is your only side.” Shrugging, he settled his hands on his hips, rolling the thought around in his head. “Like I said, I hadn’t even thought about it. Y’know, in my mind, this is still a temporary, yet great, inconvenience while we’re on this case. Gabbie will change me back; things will go back to normal. Random guys won’t hit on me in line anymore. My concerns when it came to thinking I might be stuck like this never came to a relationship with someone, they always revolved around hunting, watching ya’lls backs, having ya’ll watch mine, if I was putting us more at risk now. I don’t know what I’d do if this were permanent. I’d freak out.” His cell phone rang and he fished it out of his back pocket. “Oh, hey, it’s Lisa. I gotta take this.” He gave Cas a thumbs up. “Good luck with Bobby. Lisa? Hey, yeah, it’s Dean. I sound like a girl, I know… funny story about that…”
Sam faltered climbing the steps, turning to regard the angel still watching his brother’s retreating form. The hunter glanced after his brother, then back to Castiel.
“Everything okay?”
The other man met his gaze. “Fine.” Those blue eyes flicked back to Dean just as he disappeared around a corner, his long pony tail getting caught on the breeze, and snapping sharply.
Weighing his options, Sam finally shrugged, venturing, “Did you just check out my brother as he walked away?” Cas turned to him in confusion. “Do you, like, like him better in this body or something? He appeals to you now or something?” He held up his hands. “I won’t tell him or anything, I’m still just curious here.”
The angel rolled his eyes; Sam idly wondered which one of them he’d picked it up from. “I am no more attracted to your brother as a female than as a male. He simply looks different now, it still sometimes catches me off guard.” He paused, like he suddenly remembered something, those blue eyes fixing on Sam. “While we are on the subject of attraction, perhaps you can clear something up for me.”
Sam shrugged, hands in his pockets. “Shoot.”
“What is the significance of a ‘hottie list’ and who is on it?” The hunter’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You are at the top of Becky’s list. I, also, am ranked somewhere on it.” His gaze flicked back and forth, lips pressed together, before he finally shook his head in defeat. “I do not get it. Dean would not explain when I asked.”
Understanding, Sam was shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah, why am I so not surprised on any of those accounts? A hottie list is like a mental roster of all the people, in a perfect world where you actually stood a chance of even meeting them and them liking you, you would like to, or even just be open to, having sex with.” Cas’s eyes flew open and Sam quickly tried to reassure him. “Don’t worry, Becky isn’t going to try anything. She’s bizarre, but more than anything she just wants our acceptance, so she tries to mind her boundaries. Most everyone has a list they subconsciously keep. It’s usually filled with people none of us would ever meet or stand a chance with. They’re impossible for us.”
“The higher your rank, the more you are desired, yet even more impossible to obtain.”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, basically.”
The angel regarded him with a critical eye. “I assume it’s considered rude to ask someone about their list?”
“Well, sorta. It can be personal, sometimes people’s lists actually have people they know on it, not just, say, a celebrity or fictional characters or whatever. Like, my list? Sarah. Sarah is my list, not just on it.”
Castiel shook his head. “I do not understand. She is not unattainable. I should think the transition into a romantic relationship would be quite easy and well received.”
“Except for the part where all the girls I come to care about and ever had sex with died. Usually horribly.” He shook his head. “Not risking that with her. I couldn’t bear it.”
“So she’s off limits in your mind, even though you love her?”
Flushing with embarrassment, Sam dropped his gaze, regarding the warped porch boards under his feet. “Yeah, I guess.”
Shaking his head, the angel finished climbing the stairs to go inside. “Humans are a confusing species. If you love someone, you should be with them, taking extra care to keep them safe if you already know there are risks.”
“If you love someone, their needs and safety come before your own wants and needs,” argued Sam.
“It sounds like forfeit before the battle.”
“It’s a personal choice.”
“Which should involve both people, not just one, because then it is a biased decision and unfair.”
“Then who is on your hottie list and why haven’t you pursued them, Mr. Love Is A Battlefield?”
Cas faltered in the kitchen, and Sam turned around to regard him triumphantly. The angel’s words caught him off guard though. “It… is not a simple as that. I am forbidden from pursuing them.”
Biting his bottom lip, Sam glanced furtively at the other man. “It’s not Meg, is it?” Cas looked up in surprise. “Because I gotta tell you man, I do not approve of that at all, it’s not going to end well-“
“Why would you think it would be Meg?”
“She was hitting on you earlier. It was part of the reason Dean was so mad at her. Bitch is evil.”
Cas shook his head. “It is not Meg.” He gave the hunter a look like he couldn’t quite believe they were having that discussion. “No offense intended, Sam, but you are the one with a history of having weak spots for a demon, not I. My weak spot is in my human friends and family.” He faltered, straightening with a puzzled expression, gaze flicking around as though searching for something.
Sam glanced around cautiously. “What? What is it?”
The angel shook his head, uncertain. “It is… Dean is annoyed.” There was an angry holler from outside, causing both of them to turn and rush out the back door.
A blonde rushed by with a peal of laughter, followed closely after by a furious Dean. They watched as the blonde scrambled up a stack of junk car like it was nothing, even going so far as to jump to the top of a nearby stack, before plopping down to grin at the brunette pacing on the ground.
“Dammit, Gabbie!” roared Dean. “You get back down here and change my clothes back or so help me God, I will end you! It’s not bad enough you made me a chick, now you make me look like a Dukes of Hazzards escapee?!” Sam took in his brother’s appearance, biting back a laugh at the short cut off shorts he was sporting, along with cowboy boots, even his plaid shirt was tied up to show off his midriff and cleavage. “Where’d you put my gun, bitch? I need to shoot you.”
She waved the weapon at him with a grin. “Aw, c’mon. You look cute and this is fun.” She looked up and grinned at Sam and Castiel. “Hey, what do ya’ll think? Your little sister’s adorable, right, Sammy? Make you wanna fall in love, Cas?”
Dean pivoted around sharply, hand twitching for a weapon, Sam thought his brother was practically baring his teeth and snarling. The two men on the back porch stepped out into the yard, Cas tilting his head back to regard the female.
“We are not friends. You do not get to call me that. Return Dean to his proper form.”
“Or what? I could turn you into a girl, too, you know.”
“Or I will snatch you up by your hair and break a wall with your face, dammit,” yelled Dean, already attempting to climb the tower of vehicles.
Castiel didn’t move, but suddenly, he was at Gabbie’s side, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her down on her back. The tower of cars, screeched with bending metal and shattering glass. Sam lunged forward to grab his brother around waist, yanking him away from the off balance structure as the two angels tussled. Then they were on the ground and Cas was pinning her to the side of the work shop with one hand, her feet dangling inches off the ground while he glared.
It took all of Sam’s self-restraint not to smack his brother for cheering the angel on. Seriously. Last thing they needed was a knock out drag out while surrounded by towers of rusted metal and broken glass.
Gabriella was laughing, even going so far as to bring her legs up and wrap them tightly around Cas’s waist so she wasn’t simply hanging anymore. His lips curled back in a snarl, pulling her forward then slamming her forcefully against th wall behind her, denting the side of the structure. She only laughed harder.
“Or relax, Blue Eyes, it’ll wear off tomorrow when he gets a shower,” she cackled. Yeah, she was definitely related to Gabriel. “Why do you think I’m here? He filled his end of the bargain. I filled mine. Not that I mind it rough, but seriously, I don’t like you that much, lemme go.”
“Remove yourself from me first.”
She snorted with laughter, unwrapping her legs; he lowered her to the ground and carefully stepped back, still glaring.
Dean held up a hand. “Well, I still vote we gank her.” Rolling his eyes, Sam glared at him, and Dean gave him an incredulous look. “What? Dude! She turned me into a girl. That deserves a death penalty.”
“It was fair payment,” she argued. “I did something I didn’t want, so you had to, too.”
“What did you find out?” questioned Sam, forever the reasonable one in the group. Dean actually kinda liked that, they all balanced each other out.
“All the prophets are missing, not just the one.”
“We found that out already,” Dean stated, hands on his hips. “Try again.”
Sam shot a look at his brother, silently conveying that the last time Dean pissed off the angel, she changed his gender, so keep your mouth shut before you make this any worse you freaking moron. He looked back at the blonde. “What does that mean, exactly?”
Shrugging, Gabbie hooked her thumbs in her pockets, rolling her weight to her back foot. “Just the end of the world. Y’know, the usual.”
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