untitled SPN fic snippet
i was cruising around, reading random fanfic when the muse struck.... unfortunately she only gave me this little snippet... set at the end of Lucifer Rising... slight spoilers for Changing Channels, and a little OOC for Cas but I justify that with his Fall :p
Dean breaks near about every traffic law trying to get to Sam in time. He doesn’t make it. Instead, he has to satisfy himself with finally killing Ruby. He smiles at the solidarity, the unspoken apology, in Sam’s eyes when he grabs the demon bitch. He inhales the scent of sulfur and brimstone with pure, unadulterated pleasure from Ruby’s last breath. Then he turns and looks at the opening chasm that is Lucifer’s cage. Something in his chest constricts and he feels invisible bonds holding him tight, a feeling not unknown but very rare. A feeling that he’s only felt thrice before: the day Mary burned for her sins, the moment Lilith collected her contract, and the first waking moment of his resurrection. He feels it now, invisible chains tightening around something wild hidden deep inside of him. He grabs Sam and tries for the door, but it’s no use. They’re locked in and the Morning Star is rising. Tainted Grace envelopes them, burning the bonds away. One more struggle and the wild thing inside him breaks free. He grabs Sam again and wills them away.
They land in a graceless heap on Bobby’s front porch. "We’re out of practice," a voice that is his but isn’t softy remarks inside his head. Sam looks at him like he’s grown a second head and scrambles back into the door, almost falling in when Bobby suddenly wrenches it open. "What the-" the old hunter begins, but doesn’t get to finish. Sam all but pushes Bobby back into the house, groping for the shot gun he knows is just inside the door. He aims the weapon at his brother. "Sam? What’s going on?" Bobby asks, even as he brings his own weapon to the ready.
"He’s not human Bobby," Sam says breathlessly. Then as an afterthought, "Cristo." But nothing happens. Dean just slowly stands up and looks patiently at his brother and their adopted father."Yes," that voice whispers again. "Bobby Singer is much of a father to us." Dean ignores the voice. Right now he needs to concentrate on Sam. "I’m not human?" Dean asks with deathly calm and then mentally winces. So much for staying calm and collected. He plows on, because that’s just what he does. "You opened the gates of hell and released the Morning Star!" He frowns. He was going to say devil, but it came out wrong. His turn of phrase causes Bobby to point his own gun at Dean. But he also steps back from Sam.
"You boys wanna run that by me again?" he asks in a sarcastic drawl.
Dean barely hears him, his attention snagged by a multitude of other voices that are starting to trickle into his head. He shakes his head trying to clear it, but all that does is make Sam and Bobby more nervous. Dean’s not acting like Dean and it’s going to get him killed. With that thought his mind goes completely blank.
Dean tunes back into Sam and Bobby, but they’re no longer pointing their weapons at him, rather at something behind him. "What did you do to him?" Sam asks and Dean whirls around. His eyes lock onto the Trickster and they stare at each other.
"Oh you have got to be shitting me!" the Trickster exclaims. He looks away and just slumps in defeat.
Dean just continues to look at him, trying to place… something. And then it clicks, Gabriel.
"Gabriel?" He doesn’t realize he spoke out loud until Sam parrots him. "As in Arch-angel Gabriel?"
"Yes," Dean replies. He has two thoughts simultaneously; first, that Sam’s a quick study, and second, how the hell does he know that without actually knowing that?
The Trickster [Gabriel] looks up at him again. The Angel must be able to read his confusion somehow because his face morphs into a mixture of awe and shock. "You don’t know."
"No one knew," says a familiar gravelly voice. Dean whips around as sees Castiel leaning against the end of the porch like he no other place in the world to be. Dean frowns. He can see the shadows of wings and the small glint of polished armor just as easily as he sees Jimmy Novak. "Lucifer’s ascension weakened the bindings, but he is not fully there, not yet."
Bobby’s all but given up the pretense of trying to defend himself and easily wrenches the forgotten shot gun from Sam’s lax hands. He mumbles to himself and steps back into the house. After a while he yells back out the open door, "well are ya’ll comin’ in or not?"
Dean turns his back to the angels [brothers] and pushes Sam in front of him as he enters the house. They get settled, Bobby with a glass of rot-gut whiskey, the boys with beer, when the Angels are just suddenly there. Dean’s tired and confused and his brother let loose the apocalypse and he needs explanations right now and at the same time, he’s not sure how much more he can take, so he does the only sensible thing and snaps at the angels. "They’re called doors yanno! It’s the big hole on the side of the house that the three of us used to enter this room. Some of them even have slabs of moveable wood to cover the holes when they aren’t being used. Or if you want to get really fancy, panels of glass."
Bobby and Sam just quietly sit and sip their drinks. Dean’s pretty sure Sam’s sliding into shock, but he doesn’t really care right now. Gabriel’s pretty much the same way, and Bobby’s letting Dean drive. Cas just smirks, steals Deans beer and drains the rest of it in one gulp. "Welcome back to the fold, Michael," he says as he slams the empty beer bottle down on the table.
And with that, Dean can feel the rest of the bonds on the wild thing break and it surges up into him and it’s pure bliss and ecstasy and pain and sorrow all at once. He can hear the songs of heaven and the laments of hell and the demonic taint of Lucifer in Sam’s blood. And he feels it all at once in the blink of an eye. He looks up into Castiel’s [Jimmy’s] blue eyes and then he transfers his gaze to Gabriel’s [no vessel, his own body] hunched form. He looks over to Sam, who’s definitely in shock, and then switches to Bobby, who’s inscrutable to his human eyes, but just as much in shock as Sam to his angelic eyes. He turns back to Castiel, still looming over him, and calmly asks one question. "Where is Zachariah?" because that’s the only thing he can ask. Zachariah is going to die for his machinations.
Before Cas can answer, Gabriel snaps out of it. "How did you know?" he demands of the lesser Seraphim.
"I gripped him tight and raised him from perdition," Cas begins. "I craddled his tattered soul even as I poured my Grace into his tattered vessel. Alastair was so close to carving away the human soul, to revealing Michael underneath. I saw the bonds even as a rebuilt the human. I followed orders blindly as they were given to me. But when Dean asked for my help, even as a human he was still Michael, and I could not refuse the greatest of our brothers. I am sorry."
Dean interupts him before he can continue. "It's not not your fault, Castiel," he says softly. "Zachariah used your faith to manipulate you, and in turn manipulate us. For this he will die. Where is he?"