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Title: Terror In Me
Characters: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby, Castiel
Summary: 4x01 - things change like John is in it, he's alive and well.
Dean gasped and his eyes was wide eyed and he turned a little but he was trapped. He fumbled in his pocket and found a lighter to light up his area and he soon found he was in a coffin. He ponded on the wood above him until he made a hole and dirt poured in, he coughed and pushed and tried to dig himself out. The outside world was sunny, it was bright and quiet. His hands were exposed first and slowly his head and then his torso came out. He breathed his first clean air, looked around, and the feeling of panic escaped him. Is this a dream?
Dean walked towards a gas station, no one was in there and he just entered. It was almost half-empty but it still had the valuables. The sweets Dean craved, the water he needed, and the porno magazine he loved. It’s wrong, but he took money from the cash register. He looked around again and headed out, the phone booth was the first one he encountered.
He dialed the number he knew by heart.
“Hello?” A deep voice made Dean pause. This is not Bobby, this sounds like… “Hello?!” Dean snapped and he cleared his throat.
“D-Dad?”
~ ~
Bobby, John, and Dean stood inside the building, which was full of symbols Bobby and John had drawn hours earlier. They’ve been in there for thirty minutes. John eyed Dean carefully, a part of him still didn’t trust that his boy came back from hell. And suddenly the Heavens rumbled, the building shook, the lighting above them flickered and sparked. The men stood with tense, ready to pounce when the intruder would enter. The door opened and came in a man in a trench coat. John fired the first shot, going by his motto, shoot first, questions later.
It had no effect, the man continued to walked towards, the light above them flickered even more. Bobby lunged at him with an iron knife and nothing. The man put two fingers on Bobby’s forehead and he fell quick. John and Dean backed away, the man looked at John and stopped where he stood.
“John Winchester,” he smiled a little. “It’s-“
“How do you know my name?” John questioned in anger, pointing the gun at the man, Dean behind him ready to shoot with his father’s orders.
“An honor to meet such,” the man replied, ignoring John’s question. John fired and still the strange man was unmoved. “Please, stop wasting your bullets for it can’t kill me.”
“Who are you?!” Dean’s turn to question and the man looked at him with a stoic expression.
“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” Thunder roared again and a flash of bright light, a shadow was casted behind the man as his wings, black and large, showed on the dark walls. John was in awe, he did not speak and Dean was eye wide. “I’m Castiel, an angel of the Lord and you are chosen Dean.”
“Bullshit, angels ain’t real,” Dean finally spoke. John just stood there, looking at Castiel.
“That’s your problem Dean… You have no faith,” Castiel responded.
“I thought angels would look more… Powerful. You look pathetic,” John scoffed, who took a step towards Castiel. “What is this? A tax accountant?” Castiel couldn’t speak, he was baffled, he was lost for words.
“I-“
“Did you just randomly pick off a poor human out there for you to use? For you to just wear to tell me and my son that he’s “chosen” by the people up there?” John nodded up to Heaven and he looked Castiel down. “We got the message, you can go…” Castiel opened his mouth, but John stopped him again. “Why should we trust Angels?”
Characters: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby, Castiel
Summary: 4x01 - things change like John is in it, he's alive and well.
Dean gasped and his eyes was wide eyed and he turned a little but he was trapped. He fumbled in his pocket and found a lighter to light up his area and he soon found he was in a coffin. He ponded on the wood above him until he made a hole and dirt poured in, he coughed and pushed and tried to dig himself out. The outside world was sunny, it was bright and quiet. His hands were exposed first and slowly his head and then his torso came out. He breathed his first clean air, looked around, and the feeling of panic escaped him. Is this a dream?
Dean walked towards a gas station, no one was in there and he just entered. It was almost half-empty but it still had the valuables. The sweets Dean craved, the water he needed, and the porno magazine he loved. It’s wrong, but he took money from the cash register. He looked around again and headed out, the phone booth was the first one he encountered.
He dialed the number he knew by heart.
“Hello?” A deep voice made Dean pause. This is not Bobby, this sounds like… “Hello?!” Dean snapped and he cleared his throat.
“D-Dad?”
~ ~
Bobby, John, and Dean stood inside the building, which was full of symbols Bobby and John had drawn hours earlier. They’ve been in there for thirty minutes. John eyed Dean carefully, a part of him still didn’t trust that his boy came back from hell. And suddenly the Heavens rumbled, the building shook, the lighting above them flickered and sparked. The men stood with tense, ready to pounce when the intruder would enter. The door opened and came in a man in a trench coat. John fired the first shot, going by his motto, shoot first, questions later.
It had no effect, the man continued to walked towards, the light above them flickered even more. Bobby lunged at him with an iron knife and nothing. The man put two fingers on Bobby’s forehead and he fell quick. John and Dean backed away, the man looked at John and stopped where he stood.
“John Winchester,” he smiled a little. “It’s-“
“How do you know my name?” John questioned in anger, pointing the gun at the man, Dean behind him ready to shoot with his father’s orders.
“An honor to meet such,” the man replied, ignoring John’s question. John fired and still the strange man was unmoved. “Please, stop wasting your bullets for it can’t kill me.”
“Who are you?!” Dean’s turn to question and the man looked at him with a stoic expression.
“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” Thunder roared again and a flash of bright light, a shadow was casted behind the man as his wings, black and large, showed on the dark walls. John was in awe, he did not speak and Dean was eye wide. “I’m Castiel, an angel of the Lord and you are chosen Dean.”
“Bullshit, angels ain’t real,” Dean finally spoke. John just stood there, looking at Castiel.
“That’s your problem Dean… You have no faith,” Castiel responded.
“I thought angels would look more… Powerful. You look pathetic,” John scoffed, who took a step towards Castiel. “What is this? A tax accountant?” Castiel couldn’t speak, he was baffled, he was lost for words.
“I-“
“Did you just randomly pick off a poor human out there for you to use? For you to just wear to tell me and my son that he’s “chosen” by the people up there?” John nodded up to Heaven and he looked Castiel down. “We got the message, you can go…” Castiel opened his mouth, but John stopped him again. “Why should we trust Angels?”