The Angels Have The Impala // Part Three
Part Three
“I’m telling you, there’s no damn way that could happen.”
“Well Bobby, it happened. Some no-rank demon decided to carjack Jimmy Novak and I have no idea where Cas is.”
Dean could almost hear Bobby shaking his head on the end of the line, and he gripped his phone tighter, steeling himself for his request.
“Bobby, you need to tell me where Sam is.”
Dean sat outside the TARDIS, now parked rather conspicuously next to a playground. The Doctor sat on a swing set nearby, fiddling with the sonic screwdriver and writing notes to himself in the air.
“You both asked me not to do that,” Bobby said on the other end of the line, and Dean sighed into his mobile.
“Look, I know what we said, but this is important. It’s...it’s Cas, Bobby.”
“How do you even know this demon’s still riding around in Cas’ meat suit? Maybe they’ve stashed it somewhere?”
“No, they wouldn’t. It’s part of the plan and they’re stupid, they want to show off what they’ve got. You didn’t see this...didn’t see him.” Dean lowered his voice, sounding desperate. “I have to try Bobby. Please?”
He heard Bobby sigh heavily.
“Alright. Couple idjits.”
*
“Are you sure you want me to come in?” the Doctor asked again, and Dean nodded.
“Absolutely, you two will get on like a house on fire, trust me.” He gave the ‘secret’ knock on the hotel room door, praying that Bobby’s info was good.
He heard movement inside - checking windows, hiding some weapons but keeping one handy, good boy - then the door was pulled open ajar, latch chain still firmly in place. Sam Winchester peered out warily, eyes widening slightly when he saw them.
“Dean?”
“It’s me, Sammy. You can open the door and put the shotgun away.”
Eyebrows knitted slightly, Sam closed the door over. They heard the sound of the chain latch sliding across, and the door opened again. Sam’s imposing frame filled the doorway.
Sam’s eyes flickered to the Doctor, who raised his light eyebrows at Dean.
“This is your little brother? Hate to see your big one.”
“And you are?” Sam asked, his soft voice belying his stature.
“The Doctor...just the Doctor.” He added when Sam opened his mouth.
“Sammy I need your help.” Dean looked at Sam, eyes pleading. Sam frowned, then nodded slightly.
“I guess you better come in, then.”
The Doctor followed Dean into the cramped motel room, picking up a sawed-off shotgun by the door.
“Dear me, you boys are fond of your guns aren’t you?” He put it down, nose crinkled distastefully.
Sam flushed slightly, moving the shotgun to the bathroom.
“Occupational hazard. What exactly are you a doctor of?”
“Life. And everything in between.”
“The Doctor’s a...” Dean shrugged, looking at the Doctor for help.
“Snazzy dresser?”
“No.”
“Renaissance Man? Time Traveller?”
“If you like,” Dean sighed, sitting down on the motel bed.
Sam, obviously impressed, looked at them both.
“Really? A time traveller?”
“Look...Sammy, I know we said some things and we were going to go our own way,” Dean looked up at his brother, “but it’s Cas. He’s in trouble.”
Sam’s brow furrowed, and he folded his arms.
“What kind of trouble?”
“He’s gone, vanished. And a demon’s possessed the vessel, Jimmy Novak.”
Sam let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
“But that’s impossible. There’s no way a demon would be powerful enough to do that.”
“Well now they can.”
Sam looked troubled, leaning back against the faded motel wallpaper.
“Well let’s suppose that were possible, why would they have done it?”
Dean sighed again deeply.
“Because of me.” He rubbed the back of his neck and told Sam everything that had happened since he and Cas had first arrived in New Orleans. The Doctor injected his own colourful descriptions here and there, somewhat helpfully.
“But like you said Sammy, it should be beyond some dumb ass demon’s scope to get rid of Cas like that.” Dean said afterwards, shaking his head slowly. Sam came over and sat on the bed opposite.
“What if they had help? I hate to say it Dean, but it seems like the angels would have had a hand in that. Cas’ angels, I mean.” He shrugged slightly, looking concerned, “Cas taught us the angel banishing spell. It’s really rare and even angels aren’t supposed to use it. It’s the only way I can think that a demon could possibly know it.”
When Dean looked confused, Sam rushed on.
“The angels want the apocalypse to happen. Maybe they got so tired of you interfering and refusing to ‘play your part’ that they were willing to go along with this to get you out of the way, as well as Castiel.”
Dean frowned, rubbing his forehead. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“So what do we do about it?”
“Dean.”
He looked up and saw Sam looking at him earnestly.
“I know why you really came here. And I know you wouldn’t ask me to do it. I mean, it’s the reason why we’ve been fighting.”
“I know.”
“I mean, you expressly asked me to stop messing around with it.”
“I know! Jesus, Sammy!”
The Doctor, who had been pacing by the window, cleared his throat then, looking concerned.
“I think I’ll go do...important things in the TARDIS.”
Dean nodded, watching him go. He licked his lips.
“I’m sorry, Sam.”
“I know. But if I can manage to exorcise him, Jimmy will survive...”
“And then Cas can come back.”
Sam nodded slowly, looking at his hands. Suddenly he inhaled, slapped his hands on his knees.
“Well let me get my things. I want to see your Doctor’s time machine.”
*
They travelled in the TARDIS back to Bobby’s to rest up and refuel. Sam asked a million and one questions about the time machine and the Doctor, who seemed only too happy to oblige. Apparently he really was fond of the sound of his own voice.
“Do you have a plan, or is this a seat-of-your-pants sort of thing?” Bobby asked, watching Dean repack his duffel.
“Well, we’ve got Sam. And we’ve got the Doctor.”
“Seat-of-your-pants thing then.”
Dean motioned with his chin over to a large object by the door, covered in a black sheet.
“What’s that?”
“The Doctor was poking around downstairs earlier, asked if he could have it,” Bobby shook his head slightly, “he gave me a paper bag full of money for it.”
“I’d check if it’s earth currency if I were you.”
“Already did.”
Sam came jogging in, a broad smile on his face.
“That...that TARDIS is incredible!” He shook his head in disbelief, looking around for something, “The Doctor asked for...”
“By the door.” Bobby motioned, and Sam grabbed it and took it outside, the screen door slamming behind him.
“Meet you outside, Dean!” He threw over his shoulder.
Dean zipped up his duffel and looked at Bobby.
“We’ll go back to the cemetery; they’re bound to be there.”
“Maybe so, but who exactly is ‘they’? If what Sam thinks is true then you’re not even sure who or what you’re dealing with.”
“Sam says he will exorcise Jimmy Novak, and the Doctor will have some sort of plan for the Weeping Angel. I can handle anything else. That’s good enough for me.”
Bobby nodded, aware of the futility of arguing with Dean any further.
“Well, good luck son. I hope you can get Cas back in one piece.”
Dean looked at Bobby for a long time, then nodded and walked out the door.
[Part Four]
“I’m telling you, there’s no damn way that could happen.”
“Well Bobby, it happened. Some no-rank demon decided to carjack Jimmy Novak and I have no idea where Cas is.”
Dean could almost hear Bobby shaking his head on the end of the line, and he gripped his phone tighter, steeling himself for his request.
“Bobby, you need to tell me where Sam is.”
Dean sat outside the TARDIS, now parked rather conspicuously next to a playground. The Doctor sat on a swing set nearby, fiddling with the sonic screwdriver and writing notes to himself in the air.
“You both asked me not to do that,” Bobby said on the other end of the line, and Dean sighed into his mobile.
“Look, I know what we said, but this is important. It’s...it’s Cas, Bobby.”
“How do you even know this demon’s still riding around in Cas’ meat suit? Maybe they’ve stashed it somewhere?”
“No, they wouldn’t. It’s part of the plan and they’re stupid, they want to show off what they’ve got. You didn’t see this...didn’t see him.” Dean lowered his voice, sounding desperate. “I have to try Bobby. Please?”
He heard Bobby sigh heavily.
“Alright. Couple idjits.”
*
“Are you sure you want me to come in?” the Doctor asked again, and Dean nodded.
“Absolutely, you two will get on like a house on fire, trust me.” He gave the ‘secret’ knock on the hotel room door, praying that Bobby’s info was good.
He heard movement inside - checking windows, hiding some weapons but keeping one handy, good boy - then the door was pulled open ajar, latch chain still firmly in place. Sam Winchester peered out warily, eyes widening slightly when he saw them.
“Dean?”
“It’s me, Sammy. You can open the door and put the shotgun away.”
Eyebrows knitted slightly, Sam closed the door over. They heard the sound of the chain latch sliding across, and the door opened again. Sam’s imposing frame filled the doorway.
Sam’s eyes flickered to the Doctor, who raised his light eyebrows at Dean.
“This is your little brother? Hate to see your big one.”
“And you are?” Sam asked, his soft voice belying his stature.
“The Doctor...just the Doctor.” He added when Sam opened his mouth.
“Sammy I need your help.” Dean looked at Sam, eyes pleading. Sam frowned, then nodded slightly.
“I guess you better come in, then.”
The Doctor followed Dean into the cramped motel room, picking up a sawed-off shotgun by the door.
“Dear me, you boys are fond of your guns aren’t you?” He put it down, nose crinkled distastefully.
Sam flushed slightly, moving the shotgun to the bathroom.
“Occupational hazard. What exactly are you a doctor of?”
“Life. And everything in between.”
“The Doctor’s a...” Dean shrugged, looking at the Doctor for help.
“Snazzy dresser?”
“No.”
“Renaissance Man? Time Traveller?”
“If you like,” Dean sighed, sitting down on the motel bed.
Sam, obviously impressed, looked at them both.
“Really? A time traveller?”
“Look...Sammy, I know we said some things and we were going to go our own way,” Dean looked up at his brother, “but it’s Cas. He’s in trouble.”
Sam’s brow furrowed, and he folded his arms.
“What kind of trouble?”
“He’s gone, vanished. And a demon’s possessed the vessel, Jimmy Novak.”
Sam let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
“But that’s impossible. There’s no way a demon would be powerful enough to do that.”
“Well now they can.”
Sam looked troubled, leaning back against the faded motel wallpaper.
“Well let’s suppose that were possible, why would they have done it?”
Dean sighed again deeply.
“Because of me.” He rubbed the back of his neck and told Sam everything that had happened since he and Cas had first arrived in New Orleans. The Doctor injected his own colourful descriptions here and there, somewhat helpfully.
“But like you said Sammy, it should be beyond some dumb ass demon’s scope to get rid of Cas like that.” Dean said afterwards, shaking his head slowly. Sam came over and sat on the bed opposite.
“What if they had help? I hate to say it Dean, but it seems like the angels would have had a hand in that. Cas’ angels, I mean.” He shrugged slightly, looking concerned, “Cas taught us the angel banishing spell. It’s really rare and even angels aren’t supposed to use it. It’s the only way I can think that a demon could possibly know it.”
When Dean looked confused, Sam rushed on.
“The angels want the apocalypse to happen. Maybe they got so tired of you interfering and refusing to ‘play your part’ that they were willing to go along with this to get you out of the way, as well as Castiel.”
Dean frowned, rubbing his forehead. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“So what do we do about it?”
“Dean.”
He looked up and saw Sam looking at him earnestly.
“I know why you really came here. And I know you wouldn’t ask me to do it. I mean, it’s the reason why we’ve been fighting.”
“I know.”
“I mean, you expressly asked me to stop messing around with it.”
“I know! Jesus, Sammy!”
The Doctor, who had been pacing by the window, cleared his throat then, looking concerned.
“I think I’ll go do...important things in the TARDIS.”
Dean nodded, watching him go. He licked his lips.
“I’m sorry, Sam.”
“I know. But if I can manage to exorcise him, Jimmy will survive...”
“And then Cas can come back.”
Sam nodded slowly, looking at his hands. Suddenly he inhaled, slapped his hands on his knees.
“Well let me get my things. I want to see your Doctor’s time machine.”
*
They travelled in the TARDIS back to Bobby’s to rest up and refuel. Sam asked a million and one questions about the time machine and the Doctor, who seemed only too happy to oblige. Apparently he really was fond of the sound of his own voice.
“Do you have a plan, or is this a seat-of-your-pants sort of thing?” Bobby asked, watching Dean repack his duffel.
“Well, we’ve got Sam. And we’ve got the Doctor.”
“Seat-of-your-pants thing then.”
Dean motioned with his chin over to a large object by the door, covered in a black sheet.
“What’s that?”
“The Doctor was poking around downstairs earlier, asked if he could have it,” Bobby shook his head slightly, “he gave me a paper bag full of money for it.”
“I’d check if it’s earth currency if I were you.”
“Already did.”
Sam came jogging in, a broad smile on his face.
“That...that TARDIS is incredible!” He shook his head in disbelief, looking around for something, “The Doctor asked for...”
“By the door.” Bobby motioned, and Sam grabbed it and took it outside, the screen door slamming behind him.
“Meet you outside, Dean!” He threw over his shoulder.
Dean zipped up his duffel and looked at Bobby.
“We’ll go back to the cemetery; they’re bound to be there.”
“Maybe so, but who exactly is ‘they’? If what Sam thinks is true then you’re not even sure who or what you’re dealing with.”
“Sam says he will exorcise Jimmy Novak, and the Doctor will have some sort of plan for the Weeping Angel. I can handle anything else. That’s good enough for me.”
Bobby nodded, aware of the futility of arguing with Dean any further.
“Well, good luck son. I hope you can get Cas back in one piece.”
Dean looked at Bobby for a long time, then nodded and walked out the door.
[Part Four]