Highway to Hell: Episode Four: Series Finale: "Fallen Angel"
Episode 4 : Fallen Angel
Chapter 5: Superheroes
Chapter Wordcount: 2090
“Alright, so how is this gonna happen?”
John was ruffling through all his bags and putting the supplies they were going to need in one.
“We have to wait for the new moon. The dark magic we need to summon this thing will be strongest then. We need to break into the cemetery and perform the spell in the old church ruins. Do the ritual, trap the demon and kill it.”
Dean dropped his head and looked at Sam who shifted nervously.
“What?”
“There’s umm…something we need to tell you,” Sam whispered. He swallowed hard and looked to his brother for support.
“Sam has these dreams…and sometimes they come true,” Dean supplied, holding Sam’s eyes in a silent assurance.
“I know.”
“What?” Sam croaked.
“Missouri told me…when,” John looked at the ground in shame, shoving his hands in his pockets, “I was here when you were here before.”
“What?” Dean asked. “Dad…I called you! I begged for your help!”
“I know Dean and I’m…I’m sorry…but I couldn’t see you then. Look, it doesn’t matter now. All that matters is killing this son of a bitch.”
Dean looked at Monte.
“That’s not everything…”
“What?” John asked.
“Sam had a dream,” Monte jumped in, “of me…on the ceiling…of the church ruins.”
John’s mouth opened in shock. “Like?”
“Yea,” Dean said, “Like Mom and Jess. That’s why we were…late,” he said looking over at Monte, “I…made a mistake…we had a disagreement.”
John was a little confused but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was keeping it from coming true.
“Okay,” he sighed, sitting down.
“What if she stays here? If she’s not at the church she can’t be on its ceiling,” Sam offered.
“No. That doesn’t matter,” John mumbled, staring at the floor. “The demon would just come here to strike…no, you’ve got to stay with us,” he said with finality looking at Monte.
She just nodded.
He sighed and stood again. “Alright…same game plan…we just gotta be more careful, one of us is with her at all times.”
“No offense John…but I can handle my own.”
Dean chuckled, “That’s for damn sure.”
Sam just smiled.
“I’m not saying you can’t, I would just feel better if one us were with you.”
She bit the inside of her lip and nodded.
Sam left not too long after that to go see Jenny and to make sure everything was still okay at their old house.
Monte went outside after dark and was leaning against the back of her car when Sam came walking back up the sidewalk.
“Hey.”
“Hey…how’s she doing?”
Sam leaned against her car next to her.
“Good, she’s got a job now, and apparently her boyfriend’s moving in next month. And there hasn’t been anything weird with the house since.”
“Cool.”
“Yea,” he sighed. “Monte…how are you? About all this?”
“What? Tomorrow?”
Sam nodded.
She shrugged, “I dunno, fine I guess, haven’t really thought about it.”
“You know I’d die first before I let that thing get to you right?”
She looked at him and smiled. “Yea Sam I do, but me and you might have a fight, because I’d die before I let it hurt you.”
He laughed and pulled her into a hug before heading back inside.
Dean came outside after his shower to see Monte still leaning against her car.
“You okay?”
“Yea, just enjoying the stars.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Shut it,” she laughed.
He walked over to her and pulled on her elbow, she took a step forward letting him slide in behind her before leaning back against him.
He wrapped his arms around her stomach and laid his head on her shoulder.
When he sighed she turned to look at him.
They shared the moment of silence before she leaned into him.
“Yea…I’m scared too.”
He just swallowed and kissed her temple.
“It’s not gonna hurt you,” he rumbled.
She smiled and turned to look at him again, “I know, I got Superman, Batman and Spiderman all backing me up.”
He laughed and shook his head.
After a minute he asked, “Who am I?”
She just smiled, “Batman.”
“Yes! He has the coolest car,” he said with a grin.
She laughed.
“Your Dad’s Superman and Sammy’s Spiderman…’cause of his spidey sense.”
Dean laughed out loud.
John stood silently by the window and watched his oldest son with Monte outside.
He sighed and wondered what tomorrow’s battle would bring.
Missouri silently walked up to his side and joined him.
“He really loves her doesn’t he?”
She nodded, “He does,” she said, watching him.
“Sam’s already gone through the same hell that I did, I’m not going to let Dean get hurt too.”
“I know John. Be careful though, your boys need you more than they’ll ever admit.”
“What can you tell about her?”
“John you know it’s not my way to go eavesdropping into people’s minds.”
“No, I know, I just meant…”
“She’s hurt…bad. She’s a lot like you in that sense. I don’t know what happened, but something almost killed her. Dean and Sam brought her back from that edge. I can feel her love for them coming off of her in waves. She’d die for either one of them.”
John continued to watch the two out of the window.
“And Dean…” she paused.
John’s eyes shifted to the side, although he didn’t turn to actually look at Missouri.
“He loves her so much. And he’s so scared he’s going to lose her…for some reason he almost did already. I have a feeling it has to do with that disagreement he mentioned, though I don’t know what it was, but I’d be willing to bet it’s that boy’s fault,” she sighed. “She’s his Mary, John.”
John looked back out the window and sighed.
Dean climbed in under the covers where Monte was already curled up.
She buried herself in his arms and they laid in silence.
Dean just kept inhaling her scent. Concentrating on the rise and fall of her breathing against him. Proving to himself she was still there. Still safe. He never wanted to let her go.
She could feel how tense he was. Could feel it like a current running through his muscles. She just let him clutch her to himself. Not like she would have fought it anyway, but she could tell he needed this.
She did too.
She felt his even breathing falling in soft blasts over her hair.
She slowly tilted her head up to look him in the eye.
His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared as he stared back.
“I’m scared too,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes and he exhaled sharply.
“Dean…” she said softly, cupping his cheek in her hand, the scruff of the stubble scratching her palm.
“I’m not scared Monte...”
Sigh.
“I’m fucking terrified.”
She swallowed hard.
“You know I would do anything to keep that thing from you…but,” he chuckled nervously. “Monte…I…if that thing gets to you…”
She watched the light catch his moist eyes and she had to use every ounce of control she had to keep from crying in front of him.
“If it gets to you…there’s not gonna be a damn thing I can do,” he whispered.
“It’ll be okay.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Dean…I’ve got the Winchesters Three backing me up…I feel pretty damn safe.”
“Monte…”
“Hush. We’re all scared, okay, but we gotta do this. You know that.”
He stayed silent. He knew damn well there was no way out of this. That didn’t make him hate it any less though.
She stared at him, finally laughing slightly and dropping her head after a moment.
“What?” his voice scratched, making her think of whisky over gravel.
“Nothin’,” she smiled. “Just those damn eyes,” she said looking at him again. “They always got me.”
He smirked, “Yours ain’t too bad either you know.”
They both smiled before coming together in a slow kiss.
“Monte…” he paused, sighing, “There’s not much I regret in my life…but that shit I pulled in Columbia…”
She shut him up with a soft kiss.
“I know,” she whispered, her breath ghosting across his perfect lips.
He sighed and pulled her closer to him.
“God Monte…”
She pulled him into a kiss to shut him up again.
He rolled his cool forehead against her own when they finally broke.
“I can’t lose you…not now…I almost did already, I just…” he sighed, “I can’t…you mean too god damned much to me.”
“I know,” she whispered. “Dean…you are the most important thing in my world. You and Sammy…you are my life. When my parents died, I built a wall and the only person allowed inside was Kevin…and then he split and,” she sighed. “I dunno, I shut myself off so completely. I had nothing left. The only thing I was holding onto was the slightest chance that he had a reason for leaving. That he did it to help somehow. And then I found out about that cult and everything was over. I just wanted to know. Know whether he was alive or dead or whatever. Just…know. And then in Georgia, you guys showed up…I dunno. I’ll tell you though, in that cave…if I had been anymore conscious…I probably would have turned that shotgun on myself.”
She paused, her gaze drawn somewhere in the distance only she could see. He just laid quietly, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on her hip.
“If you hadn’t been holding me when I woke up in that hotel room. If you hadn’t have been there…I would have ended it. You saved me…in more ways than one,” she whispered.
His jaw clenched at the emotion floating in the room and he leaned in to kiss her softly.
“I never thought I could have anything like this. I had a few girlfriends that lasted more than a night. Hell, before I met you,” he chuckled, “I actually went and helped a girl that at one time I thought could be the one. She had called me, her dad had been killed, by a spirit it turned out…and well,” it almost tasted bitter in his mouth to say, “We hooked up while we were there. But…I mean, I love her…in a way, I guess.”
Monte smirked at how he was stumbling over his words.
“But…as much as I may have wanted to be with her, or make it work…deep down I knew it never would,” he sighed. “And then I met you…and you’re part of this world…you know the cost it has and you don’t expect anything. You’re so much like us but different at the same time,” he dropped his head and laughed. “Ignore me, I don’t know what I’m saying.”
She just smiled and ran her hand up his chest.
“I know what you mean,” she whispered.
She stared at him for a moment before chuckling herself.
“What?”
“Just…us. We’re so pathetic.”
He laughed.
“I mean hell, we’ve never even talked about us. We just kinda happened. I just woke up in your arms that morning…and never left. It just…”
“Works.”
“Yea,” she whispered.
His jaw clenched and he turned away.
“What?”
“It’s just…” his nostrils flared and he set his jaw in anger.
“I know,” she whispered. “It’s like we’re saying goodbye.”
How the hell had she known what he was thinking?
“Monte…”
“I know Dean, I’m scared too.”
“God I love you,” he whispered, his voice rumbling with the effort to be quiet.
She smiled, “I love you too.”
They melted into each other, arms wrapped, legs tangled and kissed with such emotion that Dean thought his heart was going to stop.
“Monte…” he whispered, trailing his lips down her neck.
She tilted her head to give him better access but slightly pushed him away at the same time, contradicting herself with her actions.
“Did you forget we’re in a psychic’s house?” she laughed.
“I don’t care,” he mumbled, licking and nipping at her collarbone.
“That woman has enough reasons to whack you upside the head with a rolled up newspaper, you really want to give her more ammunition?” she said with a smile.
Dean’s haunting hazel eyes locked with Monte’s blue and he had no need to say anything.
She swallowed hard and unconsciously moistened her bottom lip.
“I. Don’t. Care,” he whispered.
She just swallowed against the lump in her throat again.
He kissed her, his tongue silently asking permission to deepen the kiss, and her readily granting it.
She needed this.
They needed this.
*Aerosmith’s “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” playing in the background*
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Chapter 5: Superheroes
Chapter Wordcount: 2090
“Alright, so how is this gonna happen?”
John was ruffling through all his bags and putting the supplies they were going to need in one.
“We have to wait for the new moon. The dark magic we need to summon this thing will be strongest then. We need to break into the cemetery and perform the spell in the old church ruins. Do the ritual, trap the demon and kill it.”
Dean dropped his head and looked at Sam who shifted nervously.
“What?”
“There’s umm…something we need to tell you,” Sam whispered. He swallowed hard and looked to his brother for support.
“Sam has these dreams…and sometimes they come true,” Dean supplied, holding Sam’s eyes in a silent assurance.
“I know.”
“What?” Sam croaked.
“Missouri told me…when,” John looked at the ground in shame, shoving his hands in his pockets, “I was here when you were here before.”
“What?” Dean asked. “Dad…I called you! I begged for your help!”
“I know Dean and I’m…I’m sorry…but I couldn’t see you then. Look, it doesn’t matter now. All that matters is killing this son of a bitch.”
Dean looked at Monte.
“That’s not everything…”
“What?” John asked.
“Sam had a dream,” Monte jumped in, “of me…on the ceiling…of the church ruins.”
John’s mouth opened in shock. “Like?”
“Yea,” Dean said, “Like Mom and Jess. That’s why we were…late,” he said looking over at Monte, “I…made a mistake…we had a disagreement.”
John was a little confused but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was keeping it from coming true.
“Okay,” he sighed, sitting down.
“What if she stays here? If she’s not at the church she can’t be on its ceiling,” Sam offered.
“No. That doesn’t matter,” John mumbled, staring at the floor. “The demon would just come here to strike…no, you’ve got to stay with us,” he said with finality looking at Monte.
She just nodded.
He sighed and stood again. “Alright…same game plan…we just gotta be more careful, one of us is with her at all times.”
“No offense John…but I can handle my own.”
Dean chuckled, “That’s for damn sure.”
Sam just smiled.
“I’m not saying you can’t, I would just feel better if one us were with you.”
She bit the inside of her lip and nodded.
Sam left not too long after that to go see Jenny and to make sure everything was still okay at their old house.
Monte went outside after dark and was leaning against the back of her car when Sam came walking back up the sidewalk.
“Hey.”
“Hey…how’s she doing?”
Sam leaned against her car next to her.
“Good, she’s got a job now, and apparently her boyfriend’s moving in next month. And there hasn’t been anything weird with the house since.”
“Cool.”
“Yea,” he sighed. “Monte…how are you? About all this?”
“What? Tomorrow?”
Sam nodded.
She shrugged, “I dunno, fine I guess, haven’t really thought about it.”
“You know I’d die first before I let that thing get to you right?”
She looked at him and smiled. “Yea Sam I do, but me and you might have a fight, because I’d die before I let it hurt you.”
He laughed and pulled her into a hug before heading back inside.
Dean came outside after his shower to see Monte still leaning against her car.
“You okay?”
“Yea, just enjoying the stars.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Shut it,” she laughed.
He walked over to her and pulled on her elbow, she took a step forward letting him slide in behind her before leaning back against him.
He wrapped his arms around her stomach and laid his head on her shoulder.
When he sighed she turned to look at him.
They shared the moment of silence before she leaned into him.
“Yea…I’m scared too.”
He just swallowed and kissed her temple.
“It’s not gonna hurt you,” he rumbled.
She smiled and turned to look at him again, “I know, I got Superman, Batman and Spiderman all backing me up.”
He laughed and shook his head.
After a minute he asked, “Who am I?”
She just smiled, “Batman.”
“Yes! He has the coolest car,” he said with a grin.
She laughed.
“Your Dad’s Superman and Sammy’s Spiderman…’cause of his spidey sense.”
Dean laughed out loud.
John stood silently by the window and watched his oldest son with Monte outside.
He sighed and wondered what tomorrow’s battle would bring.
Missouri silently walked up to his side and joined him.
“He really loves her doesn’t he?”
She nodded, “He does,” she said, watching him.
“Sam’s already gone through the same hell that I did, I’m not going to let Dean get hurt too.”
“I know John. Be careful though, your boys need you more than they’ll ever admit.”
“What can you tell about her?”
“John you know it’s not my way to go eavesdropping into people’s minds.”
“No, I know, I just meant…”
“She’s hurt…bad. She’s a lot like you in that sense. I don’t know what happened, but something almost killed her. Dean and Sam brought her back from that edge. I can feel her love for them coming off of her in waves. She’d die for either one of them.”
John continued to watch the two out of the window.
“And Dean…” she paused.
John’s eyes shifted to the side, although he didn’t turn to actually look at Missouri.
“He loves her so much. And he’s so scared he’s going to lose her…for some reason he almost did already. I have a feeling it has to do with that disagreement he mentioned, though I don’t know what it was, but I’d be willing to bet it’s that boy’s fault,” she sighed. “She’s his Mary, John.”
John looked back out the window and sighed.
Dean climbed in under the covers where Monte was already curled up.
She buried herself in his arms and they laid in silence.
Dean just kept inhaling her scent. Concentrating on the rise and fall of her breathing against him. Proving to himself she was still there. Still safe. He never wanted to let her go.
She could feel how tense he was. Could feel it like a current running through his muscles. She just let him clutch her to himself. Not like she would have fought it anyway, but she could tell he needed this.
She did too.
She felt his even breathing falling in soft blasts over her hair.
She slowly tilted her head up to look him in the eye.
His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared as he stared back.
“I’m scared too,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes and he exhaled sharply.
“Dean…” she said softly, cupping his cheek in her hand, the scruff of the stubble scratching her palm.
“I’m not scared Monte...”
Sigh.
“I’m fucking terrified.”
She swallowed hard.
“You know I would do anything to keep that thing from you…but,” he chuckled nervously. “Monte…I…if that thing gets to you…”
She watched the light catch his moist eyes and she had to use every ounce of control she had to keep from crying in front of him.
“If it gets to you…there’s not gonna be a damn thing I can do,” he whispered.
“It’ll be okay.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Dean…I’ve got the Winchesters Three backing me up…I feel pretty damn safe.”
“Monte…”
“Hush. We’re all scared, okay, but we gotta do this. You know that.”
He stayed silent. He knew damn well there was no way out of this. That didn’t make him hate it any less though.
She stared at him, finally laughing slightly and dropping her head after a moment.
“What?” his voice scratched, making her think of whisky over gravel.
“Nothin’,” she smiled. “Just those damn eyes,” she said looking at him again. “They always got me.”
He smirked, “Yours ain’t too bad either you know.”
They both smiled before coming together in a slow kiss.
“Monte…” he paused, sighing, “There’s not much I regret in my life…but that shit I pulled in Columbia…”
She shut him up with a soft kiss.
“I know,” she whispered, her breath ghosting across his perfect lips.
He sighed and pulled her closer to him.
“God Monte…”
She pulled him into a kiss to shut him up again.
He rolled his cool forehead against her own when they finally broke.
“I can’t lose you…not now…I almost did already, I just…” he sighed, “I can’t…you mean too god damned much to me.”
“I know,” she whispered. “Dean…you are the most important thing in my world. You and Sammy…you are my life. When my parents died, I built a wall and the only person allowed inside was Kevin…and then he split and,” she sighed. “I dunno, I shut myself off so completely. I had nothing left. The only thing I was holding onto was the slightest chance that he had a reason for leaving. That he did it to help somehow. And then I found out about that cult and everything was over. I just wanted to know. Know whether he was alive or dead or whatever. Just…know. And then in Georgia, you guys showed up…I dunno. I’ll tell you though, in that cave…if I had been anymore conscious…I probably would have turned that shotgun on myself.”
She paused, her gaze drawn somewhere in the distance only she could see. He just laid quietly, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on her hip.
“If you hadn’t been holding me when I woke up in that hotel room. If you hadn’t have been there…I would have ended it. You saved me…in more ways than one,” she whispered.
His jaw clenched at the emotion floating in the room and he leaned in to kiss her softly.
“I never thought I could have anything like this. I had a few girlfriends that lasted more than a night. Hell, before I met you,” he chuckled, “I actually went and helped a girl that at one time I thought could be the one. She had called me, her dad had been killed, by a spirit it turned out…and well,” it almost tasted bitter in his mouth to say, “We hooked up while we were there. But…I mean, I love her…in a way, I guess.”
Monte smirked at how he was stumbling over his words.
“But…as much as I may have wanted to be with her, or make it work…deep down I knew it never would,” he sighed. “And then I met you…and you’re part of this world…you know the cost it has and you don’t expect anything. You’re so much like us but different at the same time,” he dropped his head and laughed. “Ignore me, I don’t know what I’m saying.”
She just smiled and ran her hand up his chest.
“I know what you mean,” she whispered.
She stared at him for a moment before chuckling herself.
“What?”
“Just…us. We’re so pathetic.”
He laughed.
“I mean hell, we’ve never even talked about us. We just kinda happened. I just woke up in your arms that morning…and never left. It just…”
“Works.”
“Yea,” she whispered.
His jaw clenched and he turned away.
“What?”
“It’s just…” his nostrils flared and he set his jaw in anger.
“I know,” she whispered. “It’s like we’re saying goodbye.”
How the hell had she known what he was thinking?
“Monte…”
“I know Dean, I’m scared too.”
“God I love you,” he whispered, his voice rumbling with the effort to be quiet.
She smiled, “I love you too.”
They melted into each other, arms wrapped, legs tangled and kissed with such emotion that Dean thought his heart was going to stop.
“Monte…” he whispered, trailing his lips down her neck.
She tilted her head to give him better access but slightly pushed him away at the same time, contradicting herself with her actions.
“Did you forget we’re in a psychic’s house?” she laughed.
“I don’t care,” he mumbled, licking and nipping at her collarbone.
“That woman has enough reasons to whack you upside the head with a rolled up newspaper, you really want to give her more ammunition?” she said with a smile.
Dean’s haunting hazel eyes locked with Monte’s blue and he had no need to say anything.
She swallowed hard and unconsciously moistened her bottom lip.
“I. Don’t. Care,” he whispered.
She just swallowed against the lump in her throat again.
He kissed her, his tongue silently asking permission to deepen the kiss, and her readily granting it.
She needed this.
They needed this.
*Aerosmith’s “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” playing in the background*
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