Title: The Good, The Bad and the Angel

Author: shellygurumi (AO3 / tumblr)
Artist: usarechan (tumblr)

Fandom/Genre: Supernatural / Role Reversal, Western

Pairing(s): Dean/Cas

Rating: R

Word Count: 27,770

Warnings: Violence, depictions of Hell, excessive use of trains and sass
Summary: In January of 1862, Castiel died alongside Samuel Colt, trying to close the Devil's Gate in ( Read more... )

When Dean and Cas managed to tear themselves away from one another for long enough to leave the wreckage of their battle, they once again had to deal with life. Cas gave Colt’s gun to Dean to hide somewhere inside the demon trap, so that no human would ever know where it was and no demon with any power could get to it. That would ensure the safety ( Read more... )

Ellen and Jo were striding on ahead of him and Cas noticed that he was falling back bit by bit. He tried to keep pace and just tough out the pain, but it wasn’t working as effectively as he had hoped it would. His right arm hung limply at his side, because bending or moving it hurt too much. Assuming they did find horses, assuming he could ride, ( Read more... )

At the church, the pair of them loaded up on bottles of holy water, a sawed-off shotgun, and a knife that Jim and Samuel had worked on together that was effective against demons. Cas refilled the bullets in Colt’s revolver and Ellen grabbed extra salt rounds for the shotgun. Samuel taught him to make both bullets before he died and they always kept ( Read more... )

Cas woke the next morning to a loud banging. At first he thought it was just the pounding of his head from all the whiskey he drank last night, but reality came with waking and he soon realized someone was pounding on his door. Behind the noise was also shouting, the shouts of a familiar voice. Pulling himself out of bed, Cas was surprised to find ( Read more... )

Dean left when the job was done and Cas took Horse back to town. He stopped off at the saloon to be sure all was well, then bought a bottle of whiskey from Gabe and headed home to drink it alone. That’s how he intended to spend the whole evening until he fell asleep. Halfway into the bottle, Castiel was sitting on the floor, leaning back against ( Read more... )

Over the course of the next few days, Cas alternated his time between watching over the track laying progress and keeping an eye on Gabe’s saloon. Work on the tracks was slow because even after Castiel had reassured Seamus that he would try to protect them from demons, many of the track layers were skittish about coming back. When two days passed ( Read more... )

They made it into town a quarter hour later and Cas walked Horse to the saloon. Most folks out on the street didn’t pay him much heed but just before arriving at the Mystery Spot, the sheriff and his deputy strolled on up. Sheriff Lafitte was a big man with a stern look about him when he wasn’t smiling. His family had come to the Americas from ( Read more... )

The Devil’s Gate had been Samuel Colt’s greatest project. The demon killing gun, the churches, the railroad tracks, they had all been pieces of a much bigger puzzle. Pastor Jim’s church was one point of five churches, each connected by the iron tracks of a railroad. Together, they built one of the largest devil’s traps any hunter had ever made. It ( Read more... )

The next day, Cas woke to find himself still alive on Earth. He sent a prayer of thanks heavenward, then dressed and left his home. He split his time between doing research at Pastor Jim’s church and watching over the Mystery Spot. Ellen saw to it that Gabe forced meals on Cas every time he took a shift at the saloon and Jo helped out with the ( Read more... )