09x10 - Spiral Architect - Part Five: Superstitious Century
Episode Number: 09x10 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Spiral Architect
Subtitle: Superstitious Century
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,589
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, violence
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Naomi stood in front of the Archangels, the swagger back in her step.
"I trust you have good news," Emunah said.
"Paimon attempted to open a Hell Gate, and in so doing, unleashed several thousand souls trapped in Hell."
"So demons cannot pass onto the plane of the Earth even through a Hell Gate," Batkol observed. "As it should be."
"I have an angel watching over a woman name Dakota Gage, she's an FBI Agent with a foot in the supernatural realm. She has recently connected with Sam Winchester."
"What is your intent?" Batkol asked.
"Dean Winchester is too close to Castiel," Naomi began. "He will defend him with his life, if he must, and he will walk away from a charge from heaven. He doesn't trust us."
"You think you can reach Sam Winchester?" Emunah asked.
"I believe Dakota Gage will," Naomi explained. "She already has his ear on cases and has responded positively to Avaida. With her providing information to the Winchesters, we will be able to direct them to the destruction of Paimon without any need to rescind the order on Castiel's life."
"I see," Batkol said. "You have no desire to spare his life?"
"He did save yours just weeks ago," Emunah followed up.
"If only he had saved the thousands of other angels he smote after Raphael," Naomi replied dryly. "Then maybe I would want to spare him."
Emunah and Batkol seemed satisfied with this. "Very well," Emunah said, "What do you need?"
Naomi smiled. She loved this part.
The freezing cold switched to a stuffy, stale lukewarm in the catacombs. Kuravi looked apologetic, and Cas fused over Dean.
"I forgot your body heat needed more insulation," the angel explained apologetically.
"Okay, okay, okay," Dean said, pushing Cas's hands away. "Let's open this door and blow this popsicle stand."
"Popsicle stand?" Kuravi inquired.
"Never mind," Sam said. "Where's the door?"
Kuravi pointed at an embedded stone door in the ground.
"All these pathways, and this is the door?" Dean asked. "You sure?"
"This is the door I came through. My chamber was closest to the exit."
"Why?" Sam asked.
"Being a pacifist has its benefits," she said. "How do you intend to open it?"
"Blood of Lucifer," Castiel replied.
"That's brilliant," she said. "How did you - "
Dean already applied the blood from the vial, forming a rough sigil that he likened to a Yin-Yang.
He stepped back as the stone glowed white, then black, then purple.
"Is that, uh, suppose to happen?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged, "Maybe?"
"Awesome."
The catacombs shivered. The entire enclosure around them faded away, and they were no longer in a dark, cavernous underbelly. No, they were above ground in what seemed to be a desert. The sun was down, but the air was dry and sand was everywhere.
"What the - " Dean began, but Castiel pulled him down to safety as plumes of white-purple smoke burst up.
The sound of the ground breaking, the smell of ash, Sam couldn't separate it anymore. When it all stopped, he collapsed onto Kuravi to catch his breath.
"It worked," Kuravi said. She pointed.
Dean followed her finger. She and Cas must've moved them a few miles away from the desert. They were on some rocks looking down on a new opening in the earth.
Two balls of light jolted into the sky. Suddenly Cas's hands were over their faces.
"Cas, what - ?" Dean protested.
"Keep your eyes closed," Cas cautioned. "Ruach is rising."
Dean heard the high whine of an angelic voice. The entire world trembled at her sound.
"Castiel!" Cas shouted.
Whatever it was stopped and passed beyond the earth.
"Uh, Kuravi," Cas said. "What is that?"
Sam and Dean both risked a peek. They had known three angels and a deity were trapped, but the explosion of lights coming from the bowels of the earth continued.
"I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe there were others trapped down there?"
"Other angels?" Sam asked.
Fire and lightning spiraled out of the earth, along with a resounding roar. Sam could make out what looked much like the Greek Chimera bounding upward, then disappearing.
"I don't think so."
"You don't think so?" Dean repeated. "First the eight asshats, now this? How do we know we didn't just open hell up again?"
"Because Hell isn't down there," Kuravi said. "Oh, my, that's - that's Aido!"
She looked up at what appeared to be a rainbow ascending into the sky. "Aido!" she yelled. Ash and fire blew out, and Kuravi was gone.
"Seriously?" Dean asked. "What's an Aido?"
"Aido Hwedo, the Rainbow Serpent," Sam said.
"Good or bad, Sammy?"
"Medium," Sam said with trepidation.
Cas stared at the dancing colors until they blew out, leaving a deep gaping hole in the desert.
"Kelpies," he said, "and ghouls, and other monsters, I definitely saw, but most I could not identify."
"We don't have enough to worry about with Paimon and his skeevy witches?" Dean asked. "What did we just do?"
They hadn't notice that a storm came closer. A monsoon rolled out from nowhere, and the angel knew that Paimon was nearby. The weather heralded his arrival. With a swift movement, Castiel grabbed the Winchesters by the scruff of their necks and teleported away.
"We have a dozen reapers, my lord," said Blaze, "now all we need are instructions."
Paimon was satisfied with the witch's responsiveness. They valued their lives, which he appreciated.
"The important thing is to gather my forces without attracting attention," he said. "Go about things quietly, bringing demons back through the interim space."
"Do we have a goal?"
"We need to tip the balance of power," he explained. "The universe was designed to lock us out of one plane or another, given the right forces. We just need to spin one of those forces out of control, and to do that we need more demons. Preferably in human bodies."
"What about Caleb?"
"He is on a special mission," Paimon dismissed. "Concern yourselves with tipping the balance of power."
"How many demons?" asked Eric.
"A hundred? Two hundred? A thousand?" Paimon said. "I don't know, but it's important they are brought to me and kept quiet. No undue attention."
"Yes, master," Eric chimed.
Paimon could feel the fire again. A smile reached his face. "I think we've got plenty of distractions out there right now," he commented, remembering the eruptions of light from the desert of the earth.
Cas was already in bed when Dean stomped into the room. He seemed oddly serene for an angel that just unleashed untold misfortune upon the world.
"You look too happy," Dean said.
"You're here," Cas replied. "That makes me happy."
"Ah, shut up."
"I find your inability to respond with verbal confirmations of your feelings very endearing."
"Shut up twice."
Cas smiled as Dean climbed into bed on top of him.
"The world has changed," Cas said quietly.
"We talked about this, Cas, pillow talk."
"Some elements in nature were stirred by supernatural forces to dangerous levels, but the world is still spinning. That alone is a reason to be happy."
"The world didn't end, so we should be happy?"
"Or maybe I'm just looking for an excuse to cover a good reason," Cas said, his blue eyes piercing through Dean's.
Dean's lips twitched. "That's pillow talk, baby."
"Don't bring her into this," Cas muttered, as if jealous of the Impala.
"Sorry, Cas," Dean whispered, and this time he said the angel's nickname with a very particular tilt to his voice, unmistakable to Castiel's ears.
The angel's hand followed up Dean's arm to his neck, cupping his cheek. He saw the desire reflected back at him through Dean's perfect green eyes, and he felt Dean's body draw closer. Every inch of him needed rest, and Cas knew it. Not because he was an angel who could read Dean's mind, but because he knew Dean.
Dean kissed him, curling his arms around the angel's back and pulling their bodies together. Then he nuzzled along the angel's neck and breathed in deeply.
"Sleep well," Cas whispered. He took two fingers and gently touch Dean's forehead, putting him to sleep. "Rest well," he whispered.
Washington, D.C. FBI Special Agent Dakota Gage collapsed into bed. Her head felt like it was going to burst open, and all day a migraine threatened to bubble up on her. Now it was finally here, and all she can do is hope to sleep it off.
Dodge had been seeing vivid images all day, too. Bright lights coursing from what she could only understand to be rocks. She assumed this was due to the headache; light sensitivity was a common precursor.
She drifted off to sleep and felt warmth envelop her. Then a series of striking flashes strobed in her mind: a young man in a hospital gown on a steep cliff over the ocean; white light pulsing out of the cliff; the cliff collapsing; people hovering or flying overhead; and the sound of children, or maybe just people, singing.
Dodge woke up. The headache was there, but not as bad, so she went back to sleep. The images repeated themselves, and each time she'd wake up in shock. What else could she do but go back to sleep? Soon she heard things, too. "Paimon" and "Hermes" were prominent, and then she heard -
"Sam and Dean Winchester."
She struggled to wake herself up, literally falling out of bed in the process.
Dodge grabbed her phone, clumsily pushing the buttons. "Sam - Sam, are you there?"
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Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Spiral Architect
Subtitle: Superstitious Century
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,589
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, violence
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Naomi stood in front of the Archangels, the swagger back in her step.
"I trust you have good news," Emunah said.
"Paimon attempted to open a Hell Gate, and in so doing, unleashed several thousand souls trapped in Hell."
"So demons cannot pass onto the plane of the Earth even through a Hell Gate," Batkol observed. "As it should be."
"I have an angel watching over a woman name Dakota Gage, she's an FBI Agent with a foot in the supernatural realm. She has recently connected with Sam Winchester."
"What is your intent?" Batkol asked.
"Dean Winchester is too close to Castiel," Naomi began. "He will defend him with his life, if he must, and he will walk away from a charge from heaven. He doesn't trust us."
"You think you can reach Sam Winchester?" Emunah asked.
"I believe Dakota Gage will," Naomi explained. "She already has his ear on cases and has responded positively to Avaida. With her providing information to the Winchesters, we will be able to direct them to the destruction of Paimon without any need to rescind the order on Castiel's life."
"I see," Batkol said. "You have no desire to spare his life?"
"He did save yours just weeks ago," Emunah followed up.
"If only he had saved the thousands of other angels he smote after Raphael," Naomi replied dryly. "Then maybe I would want to spare him."
Emunah and Batkol seemed satisfied with this. "Very well," Emunah said, "What do you need?"
Naomi smiled. She loved this part.
The freezing cold switched to a stuffy, stale lukewarm in the catacombs. Kuravi looked apologetic, and Cas fused over Dean.
"I forgot your body heat needed more insulation," the angel explained apologetically.
"Okay, okay, okay," Dean said, pushing Cas's hands away. "Let's open this door and blow this popsicle stand."
"Popsicle stand?" Kuravi inquired.
"Never mind," Sam said. "Where's the door?"
Kuravi pointed at an embedded stone door in the ground.
"All these pathways, and this is the door?" Dean asked. "You sure?"
"This is the door I came through. My chamber was closest to the exit."
"Why?" Sam asked.
"Being a pacifist has its benefits," she said. "How do you intend to open it?"
"Blood of Lucifer," Castiel replied.
"That's brilliant," she said. "How did you - "
Dean already applied the blood from the vial, forming a rough sigil that he likened to a Yin-Yang.
He stepped back as the stone glowed white, then black, then purple.
"Is that, uh, suppose to happen?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged, "Maybe?"
"Awesome."
The catacombs shivered. The entire enclosure around them faded away, and they were no longer in a dark, cavernous underbelly. No, they were above ground in what seemed to be a desert. The sun was down, but the air was dry and sand was everywhere.
"What the - " Dean began, but Castiel pulled him down to safety as plumes of white-purple smoke burst up.
The sound of the ground breaking, the smell of ash, Sam couldn't separate it anymore. When it all stopped, he collapsed onto Kuravi to catch his breath.
"It worked," Kuravi said. She pointed.
Dean followed her finger. She and Cas must've moved them a few miles away from the desert. They were on some rocks looking down on a new opening in the earth.
Two balls of light jolted into the sky. Suddenly Cas's hands were over their faces.
"Cas, what - ?" Dean protested.
"Keep your eyes closed," Cas cautioned. "Ruach is rising."
Dean heard the high whine of an angelic voice. The entire world trembled at her sound.
"Castiel!" Cas shouted.
Whatever it was stopped and passed beyond the earth.
"Uh, Kuravi," Cas said. "What is that?"
Sam and Dean both risked a peek. They had known three angels and a deity were trapped, but the explosion of lights coming from the bowels of the earth continued.
"I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe there were others trapped down there?"
"Other angels?" Sam asked.
Fire and lightning spiraled out of the earth, along with a resounding roar. Sam could make out what looked much like the Greek Chimera bounding upward, then disappearing.
"I don't think so."
"You don't think so?" Dean repeated. "First the eight asshats, now this? How do we know we didn't just open hell up again?"
"Because Hell isn't down there," Kuravi said. "Oh, my, that's - that's Aido!"
She looked up at what appeared to be a rainbow ascending into the sky. "Aido!" she yelled. Ash and fire blew out, and Kuravi was gone.
"Seriously?" Dean asked. "What's an Aido?"
"Aido Hwedo, the Rainbow Serpent," Sam said.
"Good or bad, Sammy?"
"Medium," Sam said with trepidation.
Cas stared at the dancing colors until they blew out, leaving a deep gaping hole in the desert.
"Kelpies," he said, "and ghouls, and other monsters, I definitely saw, but most I could not identify."
"We don't have enough to worry about with Paimon and his skeevy witches?" Dean asked. "What did we just do?"
They hadn't notice that a storm came closer. A monsoon rolled out from nowhere, and the angel knew that Paimon was nearby. The weather heralded his arrival. With a swift movement, Castiel grabbed the Winchesters by the scruff of their necks and teleported away.
"We have a dozen reapers, my lord," said Blaze, "now all we need are instructions."
Paimon was satisfied with the witch's responsiveness. They valued their lives, which he appreciated.
"The important thing is to gather my forces without attracting attention," he said. "Go about things quietly, bringing demons back through the interim space."
"Do we have a goal?"
"We need to tip the balance of power," he explained. "The universe was designed to lock us out of one plane or another, given the right forces. We just need to spin one of those forces out of control, and to do that we need more demons. Preferably in human bodies."
"What about Caleb?"
"He is on a special mission," Paimon dismissed. "Concern yourselves with tipping the balance of power."
"How many demons?" asked Eric.
"A hundred? Two hundred? A thousand?" Paimon said. "I don't know, but it's important they are brought to me and kept quiet. No undue attention."
"Yes, master," Eric chimed.
Paimon could feel the fire again. A smile reached his face. "I think we've got plenty of distractions out there right now," he commented, remembering the eruptions of light from the desert of the earth.
Cas was already in bed when Dean stomped into the room. He seemed oddly serene for an angel that just unleashed untold misfortune upon the world.
"You look too happy," Dean said.
"You're here," Cas replied. "That makes me happy."
"Ah, shut up."
"I find your inability to respond with verbal confirmations of your feelings very endearing."
"Shut up twice."
Cas smiled as Dean climbed into bed on top of him.
"The world has changed," Cas said quietly.
"We talked about this, Cas, pillow talk."
"Some elements in nature were stirred by supernatural forces to dangerous levels, but the world is still spinning. That alone is a reason to be happy."
"The world didn't end, so we should be happy?"
"Or maybe I'm just looking for an excuse to cover a good reason," Cas said, his blue eyes piercing through Dean's.
Dean's lips twitched. "That's pillow talk, baby."
"Don't bring her into this," Cas muttered, as if jealous of the Impala.
"Sorry, Cas," Dean whispered, and this time he said the angel's nickname with a very particular tilt to his voice, unmistakable to Castiel's ears.
The angel's hand followed up Dean's arm to his neck, cupping his cheek. He saw the desire reflected back at him through Dean's perfect green eyes, and he felt Dean's body draw closer. Every inch of him needed rest, and Cas knew it. Not because he was an angel who could read Dean's mind, but because he knew Dean.
Dean kissed him, curling his arms around the angel's back and pulling their bodies together. Then he nuzzled along the angel's neck and breathed in deeply.
"Sleep well," Cas whispered. He took two fingers and gently touch Dean's forehead, putting him to sleep. "Rest well," he whispered.
Washington, D.C. FBI Special Agent Dakota Gage collapsed into bed. Her head felt like it was going to burst open, and all day a migraine threatened to bubble up on her. Now it was finally here, and all she can do is hope to sleep it off.
Dodge had been seeing vivid images all day, too. Bright lights coursing from what she could only understand to be rocks. She assumed this was due to the headache; light sensitivity was a common precursor.
She drifted off to sleep and felt warmth envelop her. Then a series of striking flashes strobed in her mind: a young man in a hospital gown on a steep cliff over the ocean; white light pulsing out of the cliff; the cliff collapsing; people hovering or flying overhead; and the sound of children, or maybe just people, singing.
Dodge woke up. The headache was there, but not as bad, so she went back to sleep. The images repeated themselves, and each time she'd wake up in shock. What else could she do but go back to sleep? Soon she heard things, too. "Paimon" and "Hermes" were prominent, and then she heard -
"Sam and Dean Winchester."
She struggled to wake herself up, literally falling out of bed in the process.
Dodge grabbed her phone, clumsily pushing the buttons. "Sam - Sam, are you there?"
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