Have a Little Faith (Part 12)
Title: Have A Little Faith (Part 12/13)
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Genre:Case!fic, Action
Word Count: ~1300
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity, Burning Eyeballs
Summary: Castiel takes on the demon Paimon while Dean frantically tries to rush to his aid.
A/N: You thought the last cliffhanger was bad? How about this one? >:] Sorry this chapter is so short. The next one is going to be pretty long, but this was the best place to cut it at.
Have A Little Faith Masterpost
When the Winchesters ran outside they got as far as the parking lot before they realized they had no idea where they were going. San Francisco was huge, they didn’t have a car, and they only vaguely remembered where the warehouse was from the motel. They’d glanced at the map Castiel had marked, but they didn’t bother studying it too intensely since they were riding around on Air Angel. They both severely regretted this lapse in judgment.
“I think it’s south of here,” Dean said as he looked at the sky to study which way the sun was moving.
“Almost everything is south of here, Dean, we’re on the north end of the peninsula.” Sam had a little bit more knowledge of the area, having attended Stanford just to the south for four years, but it wasn’t enough for him to get them to the warehouse. He’d rarely made it up to the city and when he did his friends would be the ones who navigated.
“Then let’s just start going south! I don’t know!” Dean couldn’t quite figure out which way the sun was moving and he was desperately looking around for anything that could help them determine which way they needed to go. He started pacing back and forth in little circles in the parking lot.
“Ok, Dean, stop panicking,” Sam said, gripping his brothers arms to hold him still.
“I’m not panicking!” he shouted. Sam just stared at him. “Ok, maybe I am, but I have a right to be. This demon knows how to fuck angels up and Cas just ran in head first without us.”
“What can we do, Dean? Last time we encountered this guy he killed you.”
“Yeah, but… it’s Cas. We have to do something.” Dean stopped and his entire body language changed. His eyes calmly pleaded with his brother to help him. He was going to do this no matter what, but he wanted his brother by his side for it.
Sam suddenly looked distracted by something in the distance and Dean turned to see what had captured his attention. A plume of smoke was rising in the sky in vaguely the same area that the warehouse was in. Dean immediately took off towards the plume. “Dean, wait! That has to be several miles from here.”
“Then we need to start going now.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. Just, maybe we can take a cab?”
It turned out there weren’t many cabs in San Francisco, but they managed to flag one down after about ten minutes. They’d managed to walk a couple of miles in that time, hopefully making their cab ride just a little bit faster. “Head towards that plume of smoke,” Sam had told the driver as he shoved several twenties at him. The driver looked bewildered by the request, but he complied.
The location of the warehouse was at least another ten minutes away and Dean impatiently tapped his fingers on the back of the drivers seat the entire way. The driver could sense the urgency, though, and let his passengers express their frustration in any way they saw fit. He concentrated on getting them there as fast as he could, breaking a few laws along the way and having several close calls with other cars.
About a block from the source of the plume they came across a police barricade and they were forced to leave the taxicab. The driver was appreciative for the large wads of cash that way overshot their fare, but he was far more concerned about the two crazy people rushing towards an explosion. His words of warning went unheeded, however, as the Winchesters dashed from the vehicle just as he started to speak.
They could see from their vantage point that the warehouse they had been in was completely demolished and the buildings immediately around it weren’t doing much better. Several police cars had the road blocked off, so the brothers dashed into a nearby alley to get into the perimeter another way. Even with fake ID’s, there was no way they’d be able to get into what was essentially a disaster area in progress.
As they made their way between two factory buildings they heard the high-pitched noise of Castiel’s true voice and they paused to look at each other.
“We need a better plan, Dean.”
“Well, I don’t have one, but I’m going in anyway. Are you with me?”
Sam looked reluctant, but he’d never refuse to help his brother in a time like this. “Of course I am.”
They both pulled their pistols from their belts and continued making their way down the alleyway. When they popped out the other side they had a clear view of the destruction. The warehouse and the two buildings on either side were completely flattened, but they could still hear the loud sound of concrete beginning to crumble. They couldn’t see any further signs of activity in the scene before them and they knew the action must have moved locations.
They looked even further down the street and spotted a large factory building that had a sudden bright flash of white light spill out the windows. Sam and Dean looked at each other again, nodded, and started running down the street towards the building. They distantly heard people shouting at them to stop, but they charged on anyway.
When they got closer to the building they noticed a giant hole in the upper part of the side wall. As they pushed open the double doors in the front of the building they were met with another flash of light and they quickly put their arms in front of their eyes. When they saw the light dim through their eyelids they both hesitantly took a peak at the room they’d just entered.
Castiel was lying bloodied on the ground and the black demon smoke hovered above him ready to strike. The angel stood up again and the brothers saw the first hints of his true form beginning to spill from him, causing them both to shield their eyes again and back themselves up against the wall. They knew that the bright white light could very well burn their eyes out and then they’d be completely useless.
Dean heard Castiel’s true voice and somehow he could tell it was screaming in pain. He had to do something. They had plenty of iron weapons, but they couldn’t get close enough to use them. The pistol he was holding was his best chance, but even fully loaded it wouldn’t be enough to kill it. But even if the demon was extremely powerful, salt rock bullets had to be at least a little annoying. And maybe that’d be enough of a distraction for Cas to get the upper hand. He had to try.
Dean opened his eyes and immediately felt his retinas burning. He had to act fast but for a brief moment he looked at the angel. Cas, you’re beautiful, he thought as the stood in awe of Castiel’s true form. But the moment didn’t last long. It couldn’t. He felt the blood pouring down his cheeks. The hunter aimed the gun at the thick black smoke and fired all six shots in rapid succession.
For a moment he could see nothing, but flames. Then his vision went black and he heard Castiel’s voice stop screaming. For a brief moment there was silence, then the world around him shook and he heard the familiar sound of crumbling cement.
A moment later Dean lost consciousness and fell to the factory floor.