SPN Fic: The Path We Choose- 11/?
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tenoko1Title: 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: Several months after Sam jumps into the pit, taking Michael with him, Dean is trying to move on with his life, happenstance causing him to stumble over the newly released Supernatural novels which foretell what has not happened yet. Trying to avert the war in Heaven and everything in his life falling apart again, Dean sets out to change destiny, determined that they’ll make the future of their choosing. He should know things are never that simple.
Notes: Comments are much love.
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Chapter Eleven
Sam stuttered over his words, “Y-you watch the show?” He looked panicked. “We’re a show?”
“So I was right,” stated Dean, surprised. They glanced at him as he continued, “When we didn’t end up on a TV set, I thought maybe it was more BS.” He faltered when she frowned at him, her head cocking to the side in confusion.
Sam was staring at him like he’d grown a set of horns. “You knew about this?”
“No, in the books, we end up on a the TV set for the show about our lives-“
“Supernatural,” Savvy supplied.
He nodded, continuing to explain to Sam, “People thought we were the actors and we were on the run from the Weapons Keeper of Heaven-“ Cas visibly winced at the thought. “-but it was really just a diversion we were used in by Cas and Balthazar without them telling us about it in order to buy them time to get to the weapons Balthazar stole or something. We should be in Vancouver or something not here.”
Savvy was nodding. “The French Mistake. It was a meant to make fun of Hollywood or something. Only parts were funny, like when Misha shoves the makeup artist, or basically any of his scenes, really. He was hilarious. And ya’ll trying to act.”
Dean’s gaze flicked to her. “The French Mistake. That was the title of the book.”
“No, that was the name of the episode,” she argued. “Are you saying that didn’t actually happen?”
“No. When Balthazar sent us… wherever, we ended up here.”
She shook her head. “That can’t be right. Season seven just ended. Balthazar sent you to an alternate reality back in season six. Ya’ll should be back home or something, unless the timeline is messed up and what’s in the episodes just hasn’t happened for ya’ll yet.”
Shaking his head, Sam wiped a hand over his face in denial. “I am so confused.” Cas nodded in agreement.
She ushered them towards the living room. “Go have a seat, we’ll get this summarized real quick so I can go.” She glanced at her watch. “I’ve got a little time.”
Harley was curled up on a dog bed in front of a book case filled with books, eyes flicking to the humans curiously as they entered the room. The forward motion came to a full stop as something caught Sam’s eye in the corner, and he pointed, flabbergasted.
“It’s… us!”
Dean followed his brother’s gaze to the collage hanging on the wall above a squat bookcase. At the center of the collage was a picture of the three of them, framed with pictures of enemies and friends alike, and then carefully arranged pictures and artwork in their likenesses. On top of the book case was a magazine with their pictures on it, along with two smaller books with Sam and Dean on the cover. They all looked back at her curiously.
“You have some sort of shrine to us?” squawked Dean in disbelief.
She rolled her eyes and shoved them forward. “Go sit on the couch and I will explain, and no, I do not have a shrine, moron.” As they moved to sit, she walked over, snatching the canvas sized mural off the wall and books up in one fell movement, coming back over to stand in front of them. She tossed the books and magazine to them with a warning they not bend the pages. “Okay, first off?” She pointed to the dog curled up. “Boys, Harley. Harley Quinn? Meet the boys. Be nice to them, Harley.” The dog gave a small woof of acknowledgement. “Good girl. Secondly, I do not have a shrine to the show or its characters. I make these, “she waggled the collage, “to supplement my income and sell them online to other fans. It started when I had the art supplies just not being used and a blank spot on my wall that really needed something hanging. It was my first collage, I really liked it, it fit my blank spot perfect, so I kept it. Those,” she pointed to the books, “I use to get pictures from. They’re image resources, my hard copies if you will. I make color copies of images and use them.”
While she returned the collage to its spot on the wall, all three of the males regarded the books in fascination.
“So we really are a TV show,” Sam said with a level of awe.
Dean looked up at the girl watching them patiently. “Do the actors all hate each other?”
She smirked and shook her head. “No, they get a long just fine from what I understand. I’m not overly involved in the fandom or anything, and I doubt anyone but their wives knows what they’re actually like. But they’re all really good friends.”
“We’re married?”
“The actors that portray you are.” Her smirk grew into a grin. “I know two of them are even fathers, though actually they all might be, I dunno.” She frowned at Cas. “What is it with you and having blond kids, by the way? Jimmy’s daughter was blonde and your son is blond, too. You’re hair’s dark, honey. I dunno what your wife looks like.” She frowned, correcting herself. “Er, Misha’s son and wife. And why am I asking you, you wouldn’t know.” Sighing, she shook her head. “God this is going to get confusing.”
“Not half as confusing as it is for us,” stated Sam, holding out the books for her to replace on their shelf.
“Fill me in on what’s going on, exactly, since apparently there is timeline confusion or something.” She frowned. “How is it that you don’t and yet do know about Supernatural being a show, but you’ve never lived through Balthazar throwing you to the Canadians?”
Filling her in was actually pretty easy because she knew them, their world, and their history. She nodded as Dean told her about reading the books, him calling Cas in order to stop the events she referred to as ‘season six’, how most of what was in the books was a load of BS as far as they could tell, and that this was the only time Balthazar had transported them anywhere, in fact, it was actually their first meeting with the angel. No, he didn’t unsink the Titanic and change history either- she seemed oddly disappointed by that, claiming it was a hysterical episode. Dean had read the book, he supposed looking back it really was pretty funny but at the time when he thought it was the future awaiting him, it hadn’t been the least bit funny at all.
She glanced at her watch. “Okay, so Dean, you read the books and basically know what I’ve seen in the show. Sam and Cas, you haven’t, so you don’t know anything in the books that happens after you jumped in the pit, all of which is basically made up anyway, but because the books and the show are linked, whatever got written in book form, ended up an episode, and now you’ve gotten Becky hired as the new writer to follow any notes Chuck had on ya’ll and continue writing decent story for you, got it. Why are you here though and how long will you be staying?”
“Balthazar sent us to you,” stated Castiel, causing her to glance at him. Her expression was softer when she looked at Cas, Dean noted, an unconscious smile tugging at the corner of her mouth when they spoke. Of the three, Cas was her favorite. “We don’t know how long we’ll be here.”
“Balth made sure we had our duffel bags though,” pointed out Dean. “So my guess is we’ll be here a little while.”
“My father is taking a most questionable course of action and as an extra safety precaution, we were sent here until they know for certain things are under control over there.”
“Not to mention,” added Sam, “there’s this whole mess with Purgatory we need to worry about and yet can’t from here.”
Her eyes snapped to the younger Winchester even as she indicated the angel. “Purgatory. Cas joins forces with Crowley to release the souls in order to win the war in Heaven against dick angel number one, Raphael. Cas double crosses Crowley, absorbs all the souls into himself, makes Raphael explode with a snap of his fingers, then declares himself the new God and orders all of you to bow down and show him your love,” she recalled in one long breath, then grinned, eyes flicking once to Dean. “In which case, upon Cas ordering Dean down onto his knees in an expression love, Sam insisted he and Bobby need not be there for that, and that they could just go.”
“What?!”
“That did not happen in the books!”
“I don’t understand.”
She cackled with delight, waving them all off. “I know, I know, I’m joking.” Dean and Sam lowered back down to sitting on the couch again. Sam still looked baffled while Dean seethed. “But seriously. Cas ordering ya’ll to kneel and show him your love for him? The jokes wrote themselves, really.”
The angel was shaking his head. “I would never do that. I-I would never-“
She gave him a smile. “Oh, I know, which is why we in the fanbase were totally freaking out watching that episode. I was practically screaming warnings about ‘pride goeth before a fall’ and all that and ‘wow! He totally just put Luci to shame!’ I mean, he tried to declare himself the new God and take over Heaven. You actually succeeded in one fell swoop. It was awesome and horrible all in one. Seriously, it made you, like, the new Satan. They’re gonna have to create a whole new level of hell just for you. Not that you should ever been condemned to Hell, by the way, Luci’s reasons were completely different from yours.”
Sam frowned at her, glancing uncertainly at the two men sitting on the couch then back at her. “Did you just call Lucifer by a nickname?”
She blinked in surprise, as if caught doing something without thinking about it. She shrugged. “Gabriel called him that once, it kind of stuck.”
“When was that?” he demanded.
“Right before he died,” explained Dean. “They had a whole conversation, Gabe trying one last time to talk sense into his brother. He called him ‘Luci’. You see this whole dynamic of how they really are brothers, and were actually pretty close once. It was freaking weird.”
Sam was shaking his head. “We were driving the car like we stole it at that point. How do you know?”
“I read the books starting with when Cas raised me from Hell, dude.”
Savvy was anxiously glancing at her watch again. “That’s great guys, really, but I’m not kidding about bad timing. I’m suppose to be somewhere and ya’ll are just gonna have to come with me.” Cas immediately stood and she faltered, frowning as she let her eyes rake over him, then over each of the Winchesters. “Except you can’t go dressed like that Cas.” He looked down at himself, wondering what was wrong with his appearance. “I don’t suppose you can poof you some new clothes? Yeah, didn’t think so. Dean? Can he borrow something of yours, please? And loose the layers or ya’ll will burn up. I’d even suggest shorts, but I know ya’ll don’t wear them.”
Dean and Cas both looked at each other in surprise, glancing the other over at the idea of Cas wearing Dean’s clothes. It made Dean blush at first, the idea of them sharing clothes like they were lovers or something, and he really didn’t want to think about the fact that Cas would actually be pretty hot dressed as a civvie with shades on and everything. No, he really didn’t want to think about that at all. Because once he did, then he could actually see it, Cas wearing Dean’s usual layering of shirts, denim that fit just right, with boots, shades, and swagger to top it all off, and God help him, the angel was fine as hell and Dean didn’t know what was wrong with him to be suddenly thinking things like that about his best friend, who was an angel wearing a guy. This had never been an issue before he’d met the angel, so what happened? But damn!
On the other hand, Dean’s clothing was far more likely to fit the angel than anything Sam had in his bag. Sighing, he put his bag on the couch and ripped open the zipper.
“Yeah, I’m sure I’ve got some clothes, but I’ve only got the shoes I’m wearing-“ Cas vanished and reappeared in the flurry of wings that made Savvy grin like the Cheshire cat. He was holding a pair of men’s sneakers, looking expectantly at Dean. “-but him doing that took care of that problem, so never mind. Here, Cas. Jeans, t-shirt, I am not walking you through the fundamentals of changing your own clothes, dude. Angel whammy them on or something.”
An annoyed expression flitted over the angel’s face, even as his clothes instantly changed from one set to the other; his suit neatly folded on the couch by Dean’s bag. “I am well aware how to change my own clothes.” He glanced at Savvy as she placed a phone to her ear. “This is more suitable?”
She nodded, giving a short whistle at the dog, who immediately got up and scrambled into the kitchen. She waved them all back the way they came impatiently. “Grams? Hey, yeah, I know, I’m sorry I’m running behind. I unexpectedly had to take in some friends from out of town,” She followed them out, locking the door behind them and pushing a button on her key ring that caused the hatchback on her Kia Soul to rise up, Harley immediately jumping in. “No ma’am, they had a bit of really bad luck and drove all night to get here. I’m really sorry, but would you mind three extra people? I just hate to abandon them when they just got here. Yes ma’am- Cas, honey, you get shotgun. Boys, you’re in back. Yes, ma’am. Okay, that’s fine. We’re getting in the car now, so I’ll see you in about twenty minutes.” She shut the back of the car and went around to climb in the driver’s side as each of them settled into their own seats.
“Why is Cas up front?” demanded Dean.
She wheeled the car backward in an arch, then threw it in drive and pulled them down the driveway, pausing only long enough the glance at traffic before pulling out into the street. “You can flip a coin for the seat later on if you want. There’s one of him, two of you, it was simple at the time.”
“Where are we going?” questioned Sam, glancing worriedly at her then at the houses as they went by. Cas was curiously regarding the radio, his head angled to the side as he listened.
“My Grams turned eighty. It’s her birthday today.”
Dean scoffed. “We get blasted in from another dimension and you’re rushing us to get to a birthday party?”
She snapped warningly at him, holding up an index finger as she glared at him in the rear view mirror. “Hey! If I live to be eighty, everybody better show up to celebrate it too. Not to mention, it’s family; that’s just what you do, you celebrate each other’s existence. And buckle your seat belts.”
“Why the hell’d they send us to you anyway?” asked Dean, doing as told and fastening is seatbelt. “There’s not magic or anything in the world, right? So it’s not like you’re a hunter and could actually help in a fight.”
“Dean!” reprimanded Sam with a hiss.
“No offense,” amended the elder sibling quickly. “Just stating the facts and trying to figure this out.”
She shrugged. “Look, ya’ll’s barrel of wacky just got dumped in my lap, why are you asking me like I know as to why. If they wanted to get you away from potential danger over there for a spell, sending you to someone at least familiar with ya’ll in an alternate reality seems like a pretty good plan. I mean, how much further away can you get than an alternate reality? And it’s not like whatever is after you can just up and follow you here, right?”
“But why you?”
Checking traffic, she flicked on her blinker and got into the left hand turning lane, pulling out onto a new road. It looked like they were circling downtown. “Something Sam said, I guess. ‘Take up banner and sword for the sake of others’. It’s something God spoke to me through a prophetess once, I never told anyone, so there’s no way ya’ll could have known. When Sam said that, I knew this was something way beyond me, so I let you in. I gotta admit, this is a first though. Normally I’m just standing up for people who can’t or won’t defend themselves or something.”
This had Cas’s full attention, his head snapping to look at her. “My father spoke to you?”
“There’s no magic here,” argued Dean, leaning forward to regard her. “No monsters, no ghosts, demons, angels, nothing. How’s that possible?”
“My world is different than yours, Dean, the supernatural is less obvious, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. God, Heaven, Hell, etc. it all exist, but no, we don’t have black eyed demon possessed folks just walking around or angels with severe culture shock either. Our Lucifer never got out of his cage, the book of Revelations never came to pass, etc. That was all on your home turf, not here. Personally, I wonder if- being that you are real and not fictional characters- I wonder if God didn’t create the multiple levels of reality to offer different levels of freedom and see what happens. I mean, think about it: in your world, everything exist unsupervised and with free reign. It’s like you’re all suppose to find some sort of balance on your own or something.”
“What is the supernatural like in your world, then?” questioned Sam as they got on the interstate.
“Subtle,” she stated. “It is also my personal headcanon that the angels in my world are all wearing a uniform like MIB or secret service, shades included, each with their own personal preference of weapon, and that there is a veil over the human eyes keeping us from seeing the battle and warfare going on all around us as we walk, drive, play, whatever. They probably have a theme song that plays when they show up, because all badasses have a soundtrack that starts up when they show up. Also, my angels have personality and a sense of humor. I know they do. You can’t protect humanity in all of our stupidity for so long and not learn to laugh at it. Because seriously, God has a sense of humor, and sometimes it’s a little twisted. I laugh at my life enough that I hope the angels that guard me also get a kick out of it. Breaks the monotony.”
“But no monsters.” She shook her head. “And you’ve never actually seen an angel to know they exist, have you?” pressed Dean.
She chanced a glare at him. “Okay, look, Thomas-“ Cas snorted with laughter. “-I’m not so blind to see the obvious effects of invisible force at work in my life. When I’ve been in wrecks on a four-wheeler out in the woods that should have killed me and I walked away unscathed, when I was bitten by a water moccasin, and I felt those fangs sink into my leg, yet when I got away and we examined the wound there wasn’t a mark on me, when my silent prayers come true on petty things like needing a couch and someone gives me one that is even in the color I wanted it in, then yeah, I have faith and believe even without having to have an angel or God grant me with an actual audience like they owe it to me.”
Chuckling, Sam grinned as Dean deflated and sunk back into his seat. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the sound of Dean Winchester being put in his place.”
“Shutup Sam,” snapped his brother, glaring at the back of the head of the woman in front of him. “And what the hell are we listening to?” he demanded angrily.
“Christian radio. The Newsboys,” supplied Savvy, cheerfully. Her eyes in the rearview mirror dared him to say something on the subject. “The King Is Coming.”
Cas cast him a backwards glance, their eyes meeting. “I actually rather like it,” he admitted, unintentionally making Dean feel like even more of a heel. Yeah, okay, for the angel he could tolerate the music. It wasn’t bad actually, just not his rock music, and he knew he was being an ass because this whole day had royally boned them.
He forced a smile for the angel. “Good, Cas. I’m glad.”
Dean sunk back into his seat, propping his elbow up on the door and pinching the bridge of his nose as he shook his head in disbelief. They so had other things to be worried about, like Lucifer being let out of his cage, worse yet, with Michael in tow, like the wall to Purgatory about to bust wide open and unleash all kinds of bad on the world when they so did NOT have the numbers to fight it. Better yet, how were they supposed to keep a fight that massive under the radar of normal people? Keep the local authorities from getting involved? From the government finding out? Nobody could step in and screw things up quite like Uncle Sam could.
His brother was looking at him worriedly, and Dean waved him off, shaking his head. He didn’t like feeling helpless, didn’t like waiting around while expecting the world to fall down around his ears. He wanted to be doing something to at least feel like he was trying to combat what was coming down on them. Hell, research at least. Not that research in this mirror parody of their world would do them any freaking good.
--
Sam was the first one awake the next morning, glancing down to where Dean and Cas were asleep on the air mattress in the middle of Savvy’s living room. She’d ordered Sam to take the couch because of his height; the couch was a much older style, long and low, so he was able to sleep without having to find a comfortable angle, or curling up, or having his feet dangle off the end.
His gaze flicked to the angel fast asleep on his side of the air mattress. He and Dean were laying almost back to back, which was actually kind of cute and funny in one, mimicking in sleep how they were when awake. The angel sleeping had been on orders from Savvy as well, actually, God knows she didn’t allow room for argument. God took a day of rest, created everything else to require rest, that meant angels, too, she didn’t care if he just laid there with his eyes closed all night, he was going to get in a period of rest. Her ability to spout the Bible at him seemed to catch Cas off guard, even one time when he countered her with something from the Bible, she countered right back with a different quote.
Dean had thought maybe she had purposefully been giving him a hard time in the car the day before, but the more they saw, they more they realized how much of a pistol she was. Good as gold for sure, but when she set her mind to something, that was just the way it was going to be. Sam idly wondered if she weren’t naturally a red head who dyed her hair white.
Carefully rising from the couch, Sam made his way to the bathroom first, then afterward to see if Savvy was awake. Her bedroom door was open, so he glanced in curiously. Her bed was already made.
“Sav?” he called, glancing back toward to kitchen in case he’d somehow missed her.
“In here,” her voice called from the small office attached to her bedroom. He wandered closer, curious, actually surprised that she would be up so early. She sat at a desk on the right side of the office, inputting information from a stack of invoices in her lap and then discarding them in a basket on her right. “Good morning, Sam.”
He glanced around her office curiously, noting the two books cases laden down with books, the framed artwork and pictures on the walls, the figurines on the shelves. Harley was curled up under the desk at her mistress’s feet.
“Good morning,” he greeted, continuing to glance around. “What’s all this?”
She didn’t spare a glance from her task, her hair tied up in a ponytail. She was still in pajamas. “What’s what? What I’m doing or stuff around the office?”
He shrugged, stepping closer to inspect a set of figures on a shelf together, like they were from the same fantasy game, or what was it called? JRPG? There were other figures in different styles: teen age girls in cute, short-skirted getups with wands, an angry looking youth in black leather and belts with two short blades, a samurai with bright red hair tied back in a pony tail. The walls displayed a vintage French ad depicting a black cat, another the poster for a Broadway play. In the corner, she had a series of framed artwork for Batman, Sailor Moon, a dark rendition of Little Red Riding Hood, making him frown at the back of her head again.
It looked as though all the evidence of her nerdier hobbies was in this one room. The rest of the apartment was basically free of any such incriminating evidence, and she didn’t give off the vibe at all really.
“You’re a nerd,” he stated in surprise. She turned her head to arch a brow at him. “I-I didn’t mean that in a bad way,” he amended, causing her to chuckle and return to her work. “I’m just surprised is all.”
“You haven’t looked at my shelves in the living room too closely yet, have you?”
He shook his head, leaning against the doorframe. “No. By the time we got home last night and got the mattress all set up, I think we were all just ready for sleep.”
“I’m a nerd, but not the socially inept kind. I have all the Harry Potter books and love them. I have lots of books, actually. I read manga and watch anime; I play videogames. I’m also a huge animation freak, so I have a lot of Disney, Dreamworks, Pixar, and the like, though there’s something to be said for the two-dee animation as opposed to computer graphics. Also, tell Dean: no porn. I don’t watch it, ever. There are only a few movies rated R on my shelves, and they’re typically rated that for violence. I'm also pure bred country girl and tom boy, if the drawl wasn't a tip-off. Unfortunately, I have a feeling Dean's not exactly going to enjoy his stay here. I apologize in advance. To all of you, if we’re being honest.”
Sam shook his head. “We’ll be fine. You took us in; we’re grateful.” He hooked his chin at her paperwork and computer. “So what are you doing?”
“I’m the book keeper and accountant for a small construction company. I’m salary and completely badass at what I do, so I work from home rather than driving into the office. They don’t care as long as I get the job done. They scan it in, send it to me, I handle it, and send it back. What normally would take someone else all day, I can typically do in a few hours unless there’s a problem.” She glanced at him. “I wanted to be available for ya’ll so I got up early to knock this out. If you’ll let me finish, afterward, I’ll start breakfast then we’ll need to talk more imminent concerns while ya’ll are here.”
He nodded. “I’ll go ahead and get a shower, if that’s okay, before Dean and Cas get up.”
She waved him off. “Make yourself at home.”
By the time he got out of the shower and dressed, Savvy had finished her paperwork and appeared to be starting breakfast. Cas and Dean were up and had folded the blankets, sliding the air mattress back into the office so that it leaned against the wall out of the way. Dean was sitting at the dining table nursing a cup of coffee and glowering sleepily at the blank spot on the wall across from him, still wearing pajama pants and t-shirt he’d slept in. Cas was actually wearing pajamas Savvy had loaded him. The were hand-me-downs she’d gotten from a male cousin, being that they were sweat pants with ‘Hollister’ down the side of one navy blue leg, when he was getting rid of them, she snatched them up.
It was weird to see Cas in a gray t-shirt, navy jogging pants, and socks, seeing as how before yesterday they’d never seen him in anything but his suit and trench coat.
After putting her two quiches in the oven, Savvy wordlessly made her way into the living room and returned dragging a large black trash bag behind her. She set it in the middle of the room and pointed down to it.
“My uncle dropped this off for ya’ll this morning. It’s clothes. I told them you didn’t have anything but the clothes on your backs for the most part and they all raided their closets, their boyfriend’s closet, or their husband’s closet. They’re all clean and should fit. Sam the stuff on the very bottom is from Chase and Gary and should fit you, they’re monstrously tall as well.” Dean didn’t say anything, just cut his eyes at the bag and grunted into his coffee cup, obviously not happy to be on the receiving end of donations. Sam made an annoyed face that went unnoticed by his brother. To her credit, Sav seemed to know well how to be reasonable even in the face of a grumpy Winchester. “Dean, I know you’d rather not, but what with Cas having to borrow your clothes, you’re going to end up rewearing the same thing for days, and I don’t own a washer and dryer. This will make it easier. Heck, there are even swim trunks and sandals in here for ya’ll in case we go swimming.”
“That was very nice of your family,” insisted Castiel as he took a seat across from Dean at the table. Even through the fog of his brain, Dean noted the way Cas’s leg brushed his own as he moved them under the table, his foot next to Dean’s. The hunter went to withdraw his own foot and stopped. Screw it. It’s not like Cas realized the hunter was enjoying the simple, accidental contact, so he let his socked foot stay where it was. There was no reason to move, he told himself, and it wasn’t like it was a big deal.
“One problem down, we have a bigger, more imminent one.” They all looked at her. “Money. I don’t make enough to support feeding four people.”
“I do not have to eat,” offered Castiel. “I’m an angel.”
“Not having to is not the same as can’t,” she told him, almost repeating the same thing she’d told him the night before about sleeping. “Just because you don’t need to eat doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the simple joy of food. You’re eating- unless you don’t like something, then just let me know. No arguments. Guys, I’m gonna need your expertise on this one, because we’re gonna have to get cash on the low down here. I’d hate to ask you to get jobs, because someone might recognize you and that’ll bring questions and just no. The rules and stuff as far as credit card scams might be different from your world to mine, and I don’t want you getting caught or for it to lead to my door-“
“We’ll take care of it,” grunted Dean.
She watched him steadily. “You’re sure?” He made a sound and she nodded. “Okay. That’s settled then. Dean, if you want, the shower is free. I’ll get you a towel and washrag. When you get out, breakfast should be ready. Go on, you’ll feel better.”
When Dean disappeared into the shower, Savvy left to take Harley for a walk around the block. Sam took a seat across the table from Cas, drinking a cup of tea Savvy had made ready for him. She’d pointed out where the tea was stored for future reference, making him grateful she wasn’t planning on playing hostess for them the entire time they were there. What with her being a fan of the show, it would have been too much like having to be taken in by Becky, some form of hero worship rather than just graciously helping out strangers. Not that she was anything like Becky, or even that Becky was as bad as she’d been upon initial meeting.
Though the blonde still managed to make Sam more than a little uncomfortable whenever they were around her sometimes.
“What do we do now?” Sam asked Cas. The angel looked up at him curiously. “Sav says there’s a Heaven here. Maybe you can go to that version and find us some answers about what to do when we get home? I doubt the books here would be any help on the subject. Not that she would have any.”
The angel shook his head. “I’m sorry, Sam. Heaven will be of no more help to us here than it was back home.”
“Why not?”
“I am completely cut off here,” stated the angel sadly, with a perplexed expression. “I am an angel, yet, not one of this world. I do not know how to tap into the host of Heaven and seek guidance. I know of no way of returning, or if they would even allow it or see me as a threat.”
“Can you maybe, pray? Or something?”
Steady blue eyes met his. “I have tried that.”
The younger Winchester glanced around, then back at the angel, lowering his voice, “So is Savvy wrong then? Are there no angels or anything supernatural in this world?”
Cas shook his head. “There are. With great effort, I can… sense their existence. I just do not know how to commune with them for help.”
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Date: 2012-05-29 09:12 pm (UTC)This was a awesome chapter. Southern hospitality to the front:D
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Date: 2012-05-29 11:12 pm (UTC)I really enjoy watching as you twist everything in this dreaded season around your finger and make something hilarious out of it. I dare say I trust you more to write an end to my liking than the authors of the show ;)
And I ♥ that Dean is finally starting to see his feelings for Cas...
This story is one of the best I'm currently following ♥♥♥ That's why I friended you ;)
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Date: 2012-05-30 04:50 pm (UTC)Oh wow! Huge compliment! Thank you so much!! And yes, Dean is about to have to start confronting a lot of feelings. Thank you for friending and following!
Edit: Sorry, didn't mean to replay anon the first time.
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Date: 2012-05-30 05:28 pm (UTC)I still love the show and watch every episode, I just don't trust them anymore when it comes to chara development. I mean, all those stunts in season 6? WAY OOC. Even Jensen said it was totally ooc for Dean to suddenly settle down. And the whole mess around Cas... don't even get me started. It just makes no sense.
No worries, was pretty clear it was you anyway ;)
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