My Life is a Movie (3/4) part 2
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tenoko1Standing sharply, Dean paced the small room irritantly, hands on his hips. Frustrated and angry and without anything to take it out on until Sam ended up on the wrong end of Dean’s fury when the younger sibling came back, faltering uncertainly in the doorway when the older man’s withering glare landed on him.
Sam’s cautious eyes flicked around the room they shared. “…What’s wrong?”
“Where the hell have you been?”
His brother’s gaze fell quickly. “Uh,” He looked back up, shutting the door behind him. “On a run. You knew that.” He busied himself by his bed and duffle, digging out clothes to change into. He cast a look over his shoulder at his brother, tone careful in a way that made Dean suspicious, his eyes narrowing.
Sam ventured carefully, “Something happen while I was gone?”
“We had visitors.”
He straightened in surprises. “Visitors? Plural?”
“Did I stutter, Samantha?”
Confusion colored Sam’s face as he scanned the room as if for signs of the aforementioned visit. “Who? What did they want? When?”
“Right before your princess ass got here,” Dean snapped and Sam scowled, bitch face sliding into place as his patience thinned.
“The stick up your ass is showing, Dean. You might want to see to that,” he threw back, the two of them squaring off.
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
Snorting, Dean threw himself down to sit on the edge of his own bed. “The first was an angel,” Sam’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Azriel. That’s a girl, by the way. Apparently new or something, because she had no idea why she’d been given the assignment or anything about us. Seems like a sweet kid, actually.”
“Did you just call an angel a sweet kid?”
“You didn’t see her. It’s not her fault they threw her under the bus and picked her to have to deal with us when she clearly had no idea what she’d gotten herself into. She’s just the messenger and doing her job.”
Sam stared at his brother incredulously. “If you went easy on her, I can only imagine how duck out of water she must have seemed to you.” After a moment of staring at each other, Sam hedged, “What did she want then?”
“The angels want to compensate us for our previous troubles.” Despite himself, Sam snorted and turned away, liking the idea about as much as the thought of an acid bath. “Exactly,” agreed Dean with a nod. “Which is what I told her. She seemed utterly baffled. Told her she’d picked a bad day, especially after the stunt with yanking Cas from planet-side back to the clouds. Said she’d give us time and ask us again at a later time how the angels can give us a fruit basket of apology.”
Screwing his features into a face, Sam gave his brother an incredulous look, a brow arching. “She didn’t actually show up with a fruit basket did she? I might have shot her for that.” Dean shook his head as Sam moved into the bathroom with his change of clothes. “Who was the other visitor?”
“Gip. A goblin.”
“You owe me twenty-bucks,” he declared, half-heartedly.
His elder brother rolled his eyes. “I owe you a kick in the ass just for being the little brother. We were both right. Goblins and gremlins are in town and working together. Taking orders from a ‘young master’.” He actually used air quotes on that one, shrugging at the look Sam gave him. “That’s what he kept saying. Said the young master wanted to give us a grace period in light of losing Cas, I respectfully declined-“
“When have you respectfully done anything, Dean?”
“Shut it, Princess, and let me finish. Told him the game was still on, that we’d hunt his ass down, and kick around a few goblins and gremlins for landing us in that mudhole the other day.”
Exasperated, Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. “You challenged it, Dean? Really? What waking up covered in glitter once already wasn’t bad enough for you?” He glared at his sibling and Dean rolled his eyes, leaning against the door jam.
“Okay, so I didn’t actually say that part, but I should have. Just wanted it to stop looking at me with those freaky big eyes. Told it the game was still on, though.” Breaking eye contact, he shrugged a little self-consciously. “So yeah, Cas or no Cas, it’s time we stop screwing around and put an end to this game already.”
His brother watched him closely a minute, eyes flicking over the other man’s face and stance, taking in every minute detail. Then, “Okay.”
Dean looked up. “Okay?” A nod. “Okay, then.” He moved away from the door, waving a hand dismissively. “Get clean then, Princess. We’ve got to find out whatever prank took place today and have another look at those maps.”
Though he would die before admitting it to anyone, Dean occasionally thought commentary in Cas’ general direction, wondering if the angel could heard ‘prayers’ that were only inside the hunter’s head. Surely so. It was a lot like a one-sided conversation, though. About nothing.
Hey, Cas. One of your siblings showed up. Don’t freak. She seemed nice. Poor kid. Wonder what she did wrong to be sent to talk to us?
Get this, Cas. We met one of our quarry. Goblin named ‘Gip’. Sam wasn’t right, though, so don’t even think it. It’s goblins and gremlins. You can give me credit for being right anytime, though. Because I was.
Sam takes way too long in the bathroom getting ready, Cas. Even with all your siblings you will never understand this injustice. I think he’s doing it on purpose.
It took all his will power not to end every sentence thought toward his friend with some variation of “Wish you were here” or “When will you back?” or especially “Are you okay?”
When Sam finally, God bless him, emerged from the bathroom dressed and ready, Dean was shoving him toward the door impatiently, grousing and over animated like everything in their lives was just fine. He just needed to be busy, to really get behind this hunt. Their lives would go back to normal and they would get into their old routine with-
“Gah!!”
They both cried out in indignant alarm, registering only ‘cold’ and ‘wet’ as something dumped heavily on the both of them as they stepped out of their motel room. ‘Slimy’ soon added itself to the list of adjectives as whatever oozed it’s way past Dean’s collar and down the line of his spine.
“Oh fuck me,” groaned Sam in disgust, flicking his hands clean of the pink slime covering them both as cackles sounded all around them, their owners unseen. Dean would have sworn he saw movement out of the corner of his eye under vehicles and on the roof of the building.
“Just remember it was your idea,” insisted another voice, causing them to look up from scrapping bubble gum colored ooze from the hair and faces. Gabriel was leaning against the hood of the Impala, watching them with a pained expression. Shaking his head, he snapped his fingers, “And people are going around saying I’m the one responsible for all this?” He offered them both fluffy towels, leaning forward to sniff Sam before pulling back, his nose wrinkled. “It’s not even scented or flavored!”
“What the hell are you doing here?” barked Dean, wiping the towel over his face, smearing it with flower petal pink. “Thought you were dead.”
“Was,” agreed Gabriel before flashing him a brilliant smile that could only be fake. “It’s been remedied.” He lifted his hand to snap his fingers, pausing. “Shall I help with clean up or would you prefer the old fashioned way of soap and water?”
He didn’t actually wait for an answer, at least, not from Dean, because his gaze was focused on Sam instead. The younger Winchester gave a barely visible nod and with a snap they were suddenly just as clean as they had been two minutes earlier.
Dean shoved past the arch angel, keys in hand, missing the look Gabriel and Sam gave each other. The archangel giving a pointed look and Sam silently conveying ‘what do you expect’? Dean missed it though, and it’s probably for the best.
Gabriel appears in the back seat just as they’re pulling out of the parking lot, and Dean shot him a glare in the rear view. “Look, we don’t have time for you right now, or ever. We’ve got real problems to worry about.”
The blond man gave him a sultry look. “And don’t I know it,” he said in a way that was all suggestive and teasing. Rolling his eyes, Dean refocused his attention on the road, hoping that maybe if he ignored the angel, it would go away. Gabriel was all about attention, after all.
“Why are you here?” asked Sam, pivoting in his seat with one arm over the back of it. The driver glanced at him, frowning at the way that sounded like a practiced opening.
Dean blinked with a start. “Holy fuck.” Both Sam and Gabriel looked at him in surprise. “You knew about this.” It wasn’t accusatory, but matter-of-fact and shocked, so he said it again, and it was accusing this time. “You knew about this.”
“Wha-? No! I-“
Rolling his eyes, Gabe leaned forward in his seat, arms folding over the back of the leather so he could prop his chin on them. Sam was actually throwing him silent ‘do something’ looks, in which case, this was mostly Gabriel’s fault, as the majority of things typically were.
“Yes, Dean, Sam knew.” He shrugged, using his tongue to roll his lollipop over to the other side of his mouth. “I approached him first, just a little while ago, before gracing you with my presence. Sam thought with him here the chances of you wasting ammunition on me were significantly lower.”
Furious, Dean glared at the brother biting on his bottom lip and not making eye contact with anyone. “Is that so?”
“He wants to help,” blurted Sam, eyes begging Dean not to be pissed off. Fat chance of that. The freaking Trickster was sitting in the backseat of his baby, and Dean might have to reupholster her just out of spite. “He came here for the same reason we did and offered to watch our backs for us since Cas is gone.” Sam winced at that last part and looked away again.
His brother rolled his eyes, guiding the car onto a new road. “He’s been gone two days, Sam, really? You think we need back up after two freaking days on a case that’s not even a case?”
“What? No, Dean, I-“
“It was my idea,” interjected Gabriel, throwing himself back in his seat. “Since Cas is gone.” Dean spared him only a glance in the rearview. “You looked out for my little bro. Figured I’d return the favor now that he’s, y’know, occupied elsewhere.” The hunter opened his mouth to snarl something, but Gabriel waved a hand dismissively. “And I figured he’s as much worried about you being one man short as the two of you probably are about whether or not he’s got somebody watching his back for him. Sam didn’t tell me that, by the way, but you’re as obvious as a billboard, bucko. I’m doing this as much for him as I am for you.”
Dean parked the Impala in the parking lot leading to and from the trails where they’d first seen the gremlins that led them into a trap. The way he figured, they had to have been awfully close to their goal for the creature to suddenly reveal itself and purposefully lead them away like that. At the time, he’d thought it had been done to fuck with them, but now he was reconsidering the misdirection.
“I wouldn’t get too comfy there, blondie,” snapped Dean, shoving the door open and getting out. Gabriel was already out of the vehicle and leaning against it, examining his nails. “I’m sure Cas will be back anytime.” He stalked off, Sam following after, wisely remaining silent, even if he and Gabriel were exchanging significant looks over the top of the Impala.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Gabriel called after the elder hunter, causing him to freeze in his tracks, but not turn. “In fact, I doubt you’ll see him again while you still walk this earth.”
He did turn then, whirling around and storming over to the angel, grabbing him and throwing him against the side of the car, fists curled in the material of his green jacket. “What do you know?” growled Dean.
Gabriel held up his hands, but his smirk was anything but placating, the perverse enjoyment on his face making Dean angrier still. He slammed Gabriel back against the car again. “What. Do. You. Know?” he roared.
Rolling his eyes, Gabriel said, “That time passes differently from here to there for starters, Chachie. Cassie has been away from home for centuries by their time, and well, he’s still our soldier, so he’s been returned to home base. They’ll make him stay there for centuries to make up for it, that is: centuries in earth terms. His extended vacation’s over, boys.”
Sam was shaking his head, looking as horrified as Dean felt. “What? No. They can’t do that! What about his choice?”
Gabriel gave a lopsided shrug. “Can’t say he exactly got one in the matter. They clipped his wings, metaphorically speaking. He’s stuck there. Couldn’t leave if he wanted. I think they have him organizing and filing backlogged books in Heaven’s library.” His eyes swung around to meet Dean’s. “It’s sort of a solitary punishment, since he’ll never see anyone, but at least he’s not on a battlefield, right?”
“Take me there,” Dean heard himself saying.
The archangel blinked, grin melting into a frown of incomprehension. “What?”
“Take. Me. There.” His glared grew fiercer. “Now.”
Sam clapped a hand onto his brother’s shoulder, trying in vain to pull the older man away from the angel, to refocus him. To no avail. Dean didn’t even glance at the taller male.
Gabriel shrugged. “No can do, bucko. Humans don’t get to just walk into Heaven-“
“You will take us, or so help me God, I will make sure the orders going around the hunter community are that every angel is to be killed on sight, do you understand me?”
“Dean,” hissed his brother.
“Shut up, Sam.” He leaned in closer to Gabriel. “Do we have an understanding, bucko?”
Scowling, Gabriel shoved Dean away from himself. The hunter went easily, the two of them locked in a battle of wills. Even with his much longer life to his credit, Sam still had absolutely no doubt only Cas would beat Dean in a stand off, so when the archangel seemed to melt in unhappy resignation, he wasn’t surprised.
“Fine,” said the blond stiffly, squaring his shoulders. “You wanna get your ass handed to you on a platter, I’ll let you.” He lifted a hand to touch to Dean’s temple, stopping when Sam grabbed him by the forearm.
“Whoa! Whoa! He’s not going alone!” He looked at his brother, their eyes meeting, and yeah, there was no way anyone was talking Dean out of this. “Do you at least have a plan?”
His brother looked away, back at Gabriel. “Just get us there.”
Once again, Gabriel made a move to touch Dean’s temple and Sam yanked on the material of his sleeve. “Dean!” he exclaimed. “If we do this, we can not do this without preparation, weapons to at least defend ourselves with!”
“Defense isn’t exactly what I had in mind, Sammy,” stated Dean, considering. “But you’re right. We have to show we mean business.” Sam rolled his eyes and Dean stepped away from the angel, moving over to unlock and open the truck, digging out daggers and knifes they had carved banishing sigils into. He even pulled out a sword, sheathing it across his back.
Gabriel’s eyes widened. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Can we put the suicide mission on hold for just a second before you just, what? Attack Heaven? Are you out of your idiot mind?”
Handing off weapons to his brother, Dean spared Gabe a withering look. “I am not leaving Cas behind.” Flipping out his phone, he called and then quickly explained to Bobby the gist of his plan: they were going to save Cas from the angels, and that if Dean and Sam didn’t call him back, that he was to spread word through the hunter community that all angels were now Public Enemy Number One with orders to kill on sight.
Gabriel was watching him in open-mouthed shock. “You are out of your idiot mind!”
Dean glared at him. “Really? Cuz way I see it? Your people took one of my people and is holding him prisoner.” He stretched his neck in both directions, popping it. “Now take me to Heaven.”
A few seconds later, they were standing on a road straight out of The Wizard of Oz, made of neatly formed bricks that couldn’t be anything other than gold. Dean didn’t care, just started forward to the luminescent gate in front of him, quickly by passing the vast amount of people waiting in line. Sam seemed torn between taking in the beautiful and lush forest on either side of the road leading to the gleaming Gotham-like city in the distance and trying to keep up with his brother on his single-minded mission. Gabriel kept pace with Sam, clearly uneasy as he muttered under his breath about how they were all going to die and he must be crazy and that this was so not worth what he’d signed up for. Yeah, well, he was dealing with Winchesters. What the fuck else could have been expected other than to get in way over his eyeballs?
“Put your game face on, Blondie Bear,” called Dean over his shoulder, making the shorter man scowl. “This is for all the marbles.”
There was a guy standing at a podium searching through a huge book, like he were checking to see if the little guy in front of him really had a reservation or if he was to be turned away at the door. He had spectacles perched on the end of his nose and he only glanced over them once before doing a full on double-take when he saw the trio headed straight for him.
Absently waving the guy through the gates with a wave of one hand, Peter removed his glasses with the other, clearly confused.
“Wha-? Winchesters? You most certainly are not scheduled to be with us today, especially considering your both very much alive.” His gaze drifted to Gabe, who had actually morphed his face into something serious for once. “Gabriel. This is unexpected indeed. Why are you three here?”
The archangel motioned to the boys, inclining his head. “These two seek an audience with the council in regards to a recent series of events that took place on earth Heaven had a hand in.”
Peter blinked, slowing replacing his glasses as his gaze returned to the two humans regarding him with an air that dared him to do anything but comply to their wishes. “I… see.” He steepled his hands together. “Unfortunately, without prior authorization I cannot let you past these gates, for any reason.”
Snorting, Dean turned his furious green eyes on the mother-of-pearl gates. “Azriel!” he roared.
The angel appeared, saluting even, not a second later. “Sir.” She seemed to realize who’d called her then, blinking in surprise as her hand faltered and fell to her side. “Dean Winchester?”
He took a step closer to her, crowding her even. Perplexion morphed her features. “You are to take us before the council. Now.”
She blinked rapidly. “What? No, I can’t-“
“Were or were you not just sent to me to offer amends from your people? Take me to the council!”
Her dark green eyes danced over his face as she said, “Let them in, Peter. They’re with me.”
“I do not have authorization-“
“I authorize it,” snapped Gabriel, glaring at the man. “Or do you forget my rank? Open the gates. Azriel, you will act as escort.” Nodding, she complied, turning and walking away without seeing if they would follow.
Humans waiting to see Peter eyed them warily as they passed. A few glared. Dean knew without looking, Sam was probably projecting his ever faithful, ‘I apologize for my brother. There’s only so much I can do. Just go with it and this should be over quickly’ face. No one in the history of humanity had ever wanted to crawl under a rock and die of mortification because of their sibling more than, or more often than Sam Winchester did. No one.
No one said anything as Azriel led them through the city, down the main street that for all intents and purposes, looked like a regular city: sidewalks, variety of shops, people going to and from with things to do, some with things in hand. Nothing like the other times they’d been to Heaven.
Many people faltered upon seeing them, doing a double take and openly gaping. It became so noticeable that it began making Dean twitchy and nervous.
“Gabriel,” he hissed softly. “Why are they staring? What do they see when they look at us?”
The archangel sighed tiredly. “Two people still very much alive. You radiate with life. Layered with the fact that you are both radiating with the aura of the angel you are the true vessel of, not to mention your own personal brushes with Heaven and Hell in the past. Dean, you glow of Castiel and your time in Hell as a demon. Sam, you’ve got the taint of Hell and demon blood and the pureness of your soul battling it out in a swirl of color.” Shaking his head, he inclined his head to people that actually bowed as they passed. “It’s actually somewhat painful to look at for extended periods. Most people only have one layer. You both have layer after layer after layer of your life complied and on display, and it’s visible for everyone else to see because you are here, but you aren’t dead.”
“And you’re carrying weapons,” added Az flatly.
Flippantly, Gabriel agreed, “Yeah, well, there’s also that.”
Nothing else was said, though Sam did offer shy smiles to anyone he accidentally met gazes with, hoping to tone down the war path aura their little party had to be radiating, with Dean Winchester at the lead, walking right along side Azriel like a soldier prepared for his final battle.
They were brought to a large white building with a domed roof and pristine columns, the vast hallways and massive doors that opened of their own accord to grant them entrance, Azriel leading them until they found themselves in a round room that reminded Dean of Congress, all the angels in suits turning to regard them as all conversation suddenly died off, leaving an awkward and heavy silence.
An angel sitting in an elevated seat at the front of the room angled his head curiously. “Azriel. Why have you brought these people here?” His gaze flicked to the archangel with them. “I must admit I hadn’t expected to see you again, and certainly not like this brother.”
Gabriel waved sheepishly, looking very much like he wanted to be anywhere else right the fuck then. Azriel inclined her head respectfully, motioning to the Winchesters and Gabriel.
“They came here of their own volition and demanded an audience, sir. In light of the fact I was just sent to try and make peace with them, I saw no reason to deny them this request to voice whatever grievances they have.”
Dean stepped forward. “Are you the guy in charge?” The angel arched a brow but said nothing. “Look, your girl here came to us to make amends on behalf of your people. We’re here as the representatives of humanity and Ambassadors of Earth.”
Elbows on the arms of his chair, the angel laced his hands together. Sam shot his brother a worried glance. “Well, Ambassador, what can we do for you today?”
“We stopped your misguided attempt at Armageddon,” stated Dean. “‘We’ being a team of four. Bobby Singer, my brother Sam and I, and an angel named Castiel. In the aftermath of these actions, humanity has come to view the angel Castiel as one of their own, a friend and ally, but more importantly we view him as such.” He took a step forward, glaring at the angel before him. “He was recently called back to Heaven and is being forcibly kept here. We demand that this be corrected and he be allowed to return to earth.”
The angel’s eyebrows raised, though not in surprise exactly. More like disbelief at what he was hearing. “I see. And what if he wishes to stay? He is after all once more among his own people.”
“Then that is his choice and right,” shot back Dean. “Our fight was for the right to free will, and I will not stand by and let him be denied that. He has committed no crime and is a hero of earth. If you continue to keep one of our own here against his will, we will have no choice but to consider these hostile actions to be a declaration of war against humanity.”
Sam wanted to bury his face in his hands, because seriously, Oh Fuck. Only Dean would march into Heaven and threaten a war against the angels. But looking at his brother’s face, Sam had no doubt of the older man’s seriousness. He would not only declare war, he would singe-handedly carry it out if he had to.
Yeah, they were so screwed.
TBC
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omgilu
Date: 2012-10-17 01:53 am (UTC)also Dean, I have to say, I would want to hide under a rock too if I was your sister and you did stuff like that all the freaking time, oh god
everything you write is perfect so yeah some spelling errors on the your and you're but besides that not much can flaw your work ehehe I really like your stories =)
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Date: 2012-10-17 03:35 am (UTC)I'm hanging out for more :D
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