An Even Newer Testament (part 2)
Title: An Even Newer Testament (part 2)
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Case!Fic
Word Count: ~1600
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Dean, Sam, and Cas start to investigate a boy with precognitive dreams.
A/N: This is part of the Faith Universe and it’s helpful, but not necessary to read Have A Little Faith first. Also yes, this takes place in a real town, but I’ve never been to that town before so my idea of it might be WILDLY inaccurate. I just needed a place in that location.
Dean and Cas materialized in Bobby’s living room just as Sam was preparing to leave. The younger Winchester stopped in the doorway and turned around to greet them. “Hey, that was fast.”
“What’s going on?” Dean asked just as the cell phone in his pocket started buzzing. He pulled it out and saw three texts and a missed call from Sam. “Oh, I got your messages,” he said holding up his phone.
“Figured you didn’t have service. Anyway, we have a new case,” Sam said, passing a stack of papers to him. “I’ll summarize what we’ve got on the way. We have a long drive ahead of us.”
“Where are we headed?”
“New York State.” Dean and Cas glanced at each other. “What? Are you doing your head talky thing again?”
“No, we were just there, that’s all,” Dean said.
“I could take you back much more quickly than you could drive there,” the angel interjected.
Dean shrugged. “As long as we have the car there I don’t see the problem.” Sam nodded his head in agreement. The brothers appeared to be over their reservations with Air Angel. “Where do we need to go exactly?”
“A town called Phoenicia.” Castiel’s tilted his head and he quirked his eyebrows. “What? You know something about it?”
“No,” he said. “But I’d like to get you there as soon as possible and return to Heaven. The location could be important.”
-
Castiel dropped the brothers off on the highway just up the road from town and immediately flew off to Heaven. The brothers hopped in the Impala and drove the rest of the way into town. Phoenicia was lacking in the cheap motel category and the Winchesters had to opt for a Bed and Breakfast. Dean had protested the idea at first, but it was either the B&B or sleeping in the forest in near freezing temperatures. Dean swallowed his pride and they stayed at the Phoenicia Garden Bed and Breakfast.
The Winchesters booked separate rooms at Dean’s request. The B&B gave off ‘honeymoon vibes’ according to him. If anyone was going to think he was gay he at least wanted them to assume Castiel was his lover… because he was. Though that whole ‘angels are genderless’ thing made him wonder exactly what his sexuality was now. Maybe he was just ‘angel-sexual’. Honestly, he hadn’t put too much thought into it until he had to check into the damn B&B.
Dean’s room was horrifying. There were flowers on the wallpaper, the curtains, the comforter, the note pad, the lamp shades, and even several bouquets of flowers around the room. Thankfully his time there was short as they left the B&B to hang out at the diner down the street to plan their next move. The random street signs and advertisements for beer were much more their style.
“So what are our possibilities here?” Dean said as he took a sip of his beer.
“Well, he could just be a run of the mill psychic like Missouri or Pamela."
“Wouldn’t he have been obvious before now? I mean, that shit’s with you from birth, right?”
“Most of the time. But abilities developing later in life aren’t entirely unheard of.”
“Ok, what else we got?”
"Maybe he's something not human.”
“In a town that small there’s no way the parents could keep that a secret for long.”
“Maybe the parents don’t know?”
“Maybe, but I’m still not convinced. What else?”
“The last two options are Prophet or…” Sam didn’t have to finish the sentence for them to both know what those last two words were. Demon blood.
“So if he’s not human, what could he be? I can’t think of a single profile that fits this kid.”
“Maybe we’ll know more after we interview the family. We can test him and at least figure out if he's a demon playing some sort of game.” Then something dawned on Sam. “What ID’s are we going to use? There haven’t exactly been any crimes committed.”
“FBI.”
“Why?”
“You still got that black tie and those ridiculously huge sunglasses?”
“Yeah, why?” Then it clicked. “Oh.”
-
Sam and Dean rang the doorbell to the Robertson home in their best black suit and tie combo. Their hair was slicked back and their sunglasses were worn proudly even though it was an overcast day. Today they were the Men in Black.
“No more reporters!” a woman shouted from behind the door.
“We aren’t reporters,” Dean said. “I’m Agent Bonham and this is Agent Jones.” The brothers flashed their ID’s at the peephole and waited. A moment later they heard the deadbolt click and the door opened a few inches..
The woman looked absolutely worn out and she stood in the small space between the door and the doorframe. “Why is the FBI on my porch, exactly?”
“We need to ask you a few questions about the incident involving your son,” Sam said.
“What? Why?”
“May we come inside ma’am?” Dean asked.
“No!” She appeared to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown and looked like she was about to slam the door.
Sam took off his gasses and attempted his usual approach. “Miss, please, we’re trying to help.”
“Can you tell me what’s happening?”
“Not yet, but if you just answer a few questions we might be able to figure it out.”
She still looked hesitant, but she eventually stepped aside and let the Winchester brothers into her home.
-
“Was that the first time you son had a precognitive dream?” Sam asked.
“Yes, it was.”
“Was it the last?”
“I don’t know. I think so. He’s had nightmares since, but I don’t think any of them came true.”
“What’d he dream about?” Sam’s demeanor seemed to put the woman at ease.
“Last night he dreamed about an angel.”
Sam and Dean looked at each other. “What’d the angel look like?” Dean asked. He had a hunch already, but he needed to confirm it.
“Black hair. Eyes so blue he said they almost looked clear. He couldn’t stop talking about his eyes.”
“Was he wearing a tan trench coat? Suit? Crooked tie?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to ask him."
“Yeah, that’s him,” a voice said from the hall. The three adults turned around to see Max Robertson coming through the passage way. “And you were there too,” he said looking at Dean.
Mrs. Robertson’s looked like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown again.
“I was in your dream? What exactly was I doing in your dream?”
“You and the angel were standing in front of a cabin in the woods. He looked tired and you put your arm around him. He smiled.”
Dean waited for him to continue. “And?”
“And nothing, that’s it,” Max said as he took a seat on the couch next to his mom. Mrs. Robertson put her arm around her son to comfort him, but it was obvious she was the one in need of comforting.
“How’d you know he was an angel exactly?”
“I saw his wings. They were bright and big and he had one hovering over you. I think he was trying to protect you or something. I don’t know.” The kid wasn’t nearly as freaked out as his mother was, but he was starting to get frustrated with the questioning. “So was that all real too? I mean, are there really angels?”
“Yeah, they’re real,” Dean said.
“Oh my God,” Mrs. Robertson said. She immediately covered her mouth. “I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to use the Lord’s name in vein. I’m just… this is too much.”
“I know,” Sam said. “It’s a lot, but we’re getting somewhere.” He looked at Max. “Do you know why you’re having these dreams?”
“If I did I would have said something by now,” the kid snapped.
Sam’s nostrils flared. Max had an attitude that, given a few years of practice, could easily rival Dean’s. “Do you get headaches before they happen?”
“Um, I’m asleep when they happen, so I don’t know. They wake me up though.”
“Ok,” Sam said. “Ok, we need to do something and it might not make much sense.”
“What do you want to do to my son?” She pulled Max closer to her side.
Sam pulled out a bottle of Holy Water. “It shouldn’t hurt him. This is Holy Water and I just want to drop a little bit on Max’s arm. We need to be sure he’s… human.”
“He’s human! What do you think he is?!”
Dean interjected. “We don’t know. We just need to cross this off the list and move on.”
Mrs. Robertson didn’t seem keen on the idea, but Max held out his arm. “I’m human! I swear! Just do whatever it is you need to do, ok?”
Sam reached out and spilled a few drops on his arm. When nothing happened he breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, you’re most likely human.”
“Most likely?!” Mrs. Robertson was one step away from kicking them out of her house.
“What he means is that he’s not something evil,” Dean interrupted. “If he were, say, a demon he’d be screaming in pain right now.”
“A demon?! There are angels and now there are demons? What is going on here? I can’t handle this!”
Sam took control of the conversation again. “Look, I think we have all the information we can get today. If he has another dream or you have a question just call us.” Sam handed her a card and stood up. “We’re going to help you figure this out.”
Sam and Dean left the Robertson household one step closer to understanding their current case. Unfortunately it looked like it was going to be a long one.
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Case!Fic
Word Count: ~1600
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Dean, Sam, and Cas start to investigate a boy with precognitive dreams.
A/N: This is part of the Faith Universe and it’s helpful, but not necessary to read Have A Little Faith first. Also yes, this takes place in a real town, but I’ve never been to that town before so my idea of it might be WILDLY inaccurate. I just needed a place in that location.
Dean and Cas materialized in Bobby’s living room just as Sam was preparing to leave. The younger Winchester stopped in the doorway and turned around to greet them. “Hey, that was fast.”
“What’s going on?” Dean asked just as the cell phone in his pocket started buzzing. He pulled it out and saw three texts and a missed call from Sam. “Oh, I got your messages,” he said holding up his phone.
“Figured you didn’t have service. Anyway, we have a new case,” Sam said, passing a stack of papers to him. “I’ll summarize what we’ve got on the way. We have a long drive ahead of us.”
“Where are we headed?”
“New York State.” Dean and Cas glanced at each other. “What? Are you doing your head talky thing again?”
“No, we were just there, that’s all,” Dean said.
“I could take you back much more quickly than you could drive there,” the angel interjected.
Dean shrugged. “As long as we have the car there I don’t see the problem.” Sam nodded his head in agreement. The brothers appeared to be over their reservations with Air Angel. “Where do we need to go exactly?”
“A town called Phoenicia.” Castiel’s tilted his head and he quirked his eyebrows. “What? You know something about it?”
“No,” he said. “But I’d like to get you there as soon as possible and return to Heaven. The location could be important.”
-
Castiel dropped the brothers off on the highway just up the road from town and immediately flew off to Heaven. The brothers hopped in the Impala and drove the rest of the way into town. Phoenicia was lacking in the cheap motel category and the Winchesters had to opt for a Bed and Breakfast. Dean had protested the idea at first, but it was either the B&B or sleeping in the forest in near freezing temperatures. Dean swallowed his pride and they stayed at the Phoenicia Garden Bed and Breakfast.
The Winchesters booked separate rooms at Dean’s request. The B&B gave off ‘honeymoon vibes’ according to him. If anyone was going to think he was gay he at least wanted them to assume Castiel was his lover… because he was. Though that whole ‘angels are genderless’ thing made him wonder exactly what his sexuality was now. Maybe he was just ‘angel-sexual’. Honestly, he hadn’t put too much thought into it until he had to check into the damn B&B.
Dean’s room was horrifying. There were flowers on the wallpaper, the curtains, the comforter, the note pad, the lamp shades, and even several bouquets of flowers around the room. Thankfully his time there was short as they left the B&B to hang out at the diner down the street to plan their next move. The random street signs and advertisements for beer were much more their style.
“So what are our possibilities here?” Dean said as he took a sip of his beer.
“Well, he could just be a run of the mill psychic like Missouri or Pamela."
“Wouldn’t he have been obvious before now? I mean, that shit’s with you from birth, right?”
“Most of the time. But abilities developing later in life aren’t entirely unheard of.”
“Ok, what else we got?”
"Maybe he's something not human.”
“In a town that small there’s no way the parents could keep that a secret for long.”
“Maybe the parents don’t know?”
“Maybe, but I’m still not convinced. What else?”
“The last two options are Prophet or…” Sam didn’t have to finish the sentence for them to both know what those last two words were. Demon blood.
“So if he’s not human, what could he be? I can’t think of a single profile that fits this kid.”
“Maybe we’ll know more after we interview the family. We can test him and at least figure out if he's a demon playing some sort of game.” Then something dawned on Sam. “What ID’s are we going to use? There haven’t exactly been any crimes committed.”
“FBI.”
“Why?”
“You still got that black tie and those ridiculously huge sunglasses?”
“Yeah, why?” Then it clicked. “Oh.”
-
Sam and Dean rang the doorbell to the Robertson home in their best black suit and tie combo. Their hair was slicked back and their sunglasses were worn proudly even though it was an overcast day. Today they were the Men in Black.
“No more reporters!” a woman shouted from behind the door.
“We aren’t reporters,” Dean said. “I’m Agent Bonham and this is Agent Jones.” The brothers flashed their ID’s at the peephole and waited. A moment later they heard the deadbolt click and the door opened a few inches..
The woman looked absolutely worn out and she stood in the small space between the door and the doorframe. “Why is the FBI on my porch, exactly?”
“We need to ask you a few questions about the incident involving your son,” Sam said.
“What? Why?”
“May we come inside ma’am?” Dean asked.
“No!” She appeared to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown and looked like she was about to slam the door.
Sam took off his gasses and attempted his usual approach. “Miss, please, we’re trying to help.”
“Can you tell me what’s happening?”
“Not yet, but if you just answer a few questions we might be able to figure it out.”
She still looked hesitant, but she eventually stepped aside and let the Winchester brothers into her home.
-
“Was that the first time you son had a precognitive dream?” Sam asked.
“Yes, it was.”
“Was it the last?”
“I don’t know. I think so. He’s had nightmares since, but I don’t think any of them came true.”
“What’d he dream about?” Sam’s demeanor seemed to put the woman at ease.
“Last night he dreamed about an angel.”
Sam and Dean looked at each other. “What’d the angel look like?” Dean asked. He had a hunch already, but he needed to confirm it.
“Black hair. Eyes so blue he said they almost looked clear. He couldn’t stop talking about his eyes.”
“Was he wearing a tan trench coat? Suit? Crooked tie?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to ask him."
“Yeah, that’s him,” a voice said from the hall. The three adults turned around to see Max Robertson coming through the passage way. “And you were there too,” he said looking at Dean.
Mrs. Robertson’s looked like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown again.
“I was in your dream? What exactly was I doing in your dream?”
“You and the angel were standing in front of a cabin in the woods. He looked tired and you put your arm around him. He smiled.”
Dean waited for him to continue. “And?”
“And nothing, that’s it,” Max said as he took a seat on the couch next to his mom. Mrs. Robertson put her arm around her son to comfort him, but it was obvious she was the one in need of comforting.
“How’d you know he was an angel exactly?”
“I saw his wings. They were bright and big and he had one hovering over you. I think he was trying to protect you or something. I don’t know.” The kid wasn’t nearly as freaked out as his mother was, but he was starting to get frustrated with the questioning. “So was that all real too? I mean, are there really angels?”
“Yeah, they’re real,” Dean said.
“Oh my God,” Mrs. Robertson said. She immediately covered her mouth. “I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to use the Lord’s name in vein. I’m just… this is too much.”
“I know,” Sam said. “It’s a lot, but we’re getting somewhere.” He looked at Max. “Do you know why you’re having these dreams?”
“If I did I would have said something by now,” the kid snapped.
Sam’s nostrils flared. Max had an attitude that, given a few years of practice, could easily rival Dean’s. “Do you get headaches before they happen?”
“Um, I’m asleep when they happen, so I don’t know. They wake me up though.”
“Ok,” Sam said. “Ok, we need to do something and it might not make much sense.”
“What do you want to do to my son?” She pulled Max closer to her side.
Sam pulled out a bottle of Holy Water. “It shouldn’t hurt him. This is Holy Water and I just want to drop a little bit on Max’s arm. We need to be sure he’s… human.”
“He’s human! What do you think he is?!”
Dean interjected. “We don’t know. We just need to cross this off the list and move on.”
Mrs. Robertson didn’t seem keen on the idea, but Max held out his arm. “I’m human! I swear! Just do whatever it is you need to do, ok?”
Sam reached out and spilled a few drops on his arm. When nothing happened he breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, you’re most likely human.”
“Most likely?!” Mrs. Robertson was one step away from kicking them out of her house.
“What he means is that he’s not something evil,” Dean interrupted. “If he were, say, a demon he’d be screaming in pain right now.”
“A demon?! There are angels and now there are demons? What is going on here? I can’t handle this!”
Sam took control of the conversation again. “Look, I think we have all the information we can get today. If he has another dream or you have a question just call us.” Sam handed her a card and stood up. “We’re going to help you figure this out.”
Sam and Dean left the Robertson household one step closer to understanding their current case. Unfortunately it looked like it was going to be a long one.