Title: Before The Light
Description: Winchesters Vs Winchesters
Shannon - November 25, 2008 04:00 AM (GMT)
I had no clue where to post this. Just a story I thought of and really excited to write. It might not make any sense but I thinks it's awesome. :P
Firstly I do not own anyone in this story. *pouts* All the characters belong to Kripke.
Summary: With an Evil Sam and Demon Dean on the loose, Sam and Dean must stop themselves before they free Lucifer. During the battle between the four winchester's and Alistair and Castiel, Alistair dies..........Castiel is gone..... Dean ends up unconscious........ Ruby and Uriel fight to the death.....Sam is kidnapped......and Lilith's plan is almost done. Only the blood of Azazel can release the Bringer of Light.
Before The Light
Sam, Dean, Ruby, Bobby, Uriel and Castiel all stood in the living room of Mr. Singers household. "Guys I said it before but we are officially screwed." Ruby announced.
Everyone looked at one another and knew she was right. "Why are we dealing with these monkeys'" Uriel raised his voice, looking to his friend.
"Hey!" Dean yelled, getting up from the arm rest. He walked up to Uriel and stared him straight in the face. "If you're gonna bitch all day, then bitch to your boss, not to us because unlike you, we've been working our asses off."
Uriel glared at him and accepted his challenge, squaring off to the man. He snorted. "I knew you couldn't do it. Castiel should of just left you in hell to rot."
Dean clenched his jaw and Sam stood up, starting forward when Bobby held his arm out, holding the youngster back. Sam looked at Bobby and Bobby nodded, allowing the young winchester to relax. Dean smirked and ran his hand down his chin. "Uriel!" Castiel shouted.
Castiel felt himself tense at that comment for some reason. He watched the brothers every move and followed their expressions. Oddly, he understood. Uriel turned to him. "What?" he asked.
Castiel walked up to his friend and stopped inches from his face. "Orders are orders." he stated.
Dean glanced over at Castiel and looked down. He looked back to everyone else and saw his brothers confused look. "Dean." Sam started.
Dean nodded at his brothers head gesture and started for the kitchen. He looked back at Castiel before Sam shut the doors. The younger winchester turned on his heels. "What did he mean by that?"
Tell me what you think. My Muse wouldn't let me drop this until I came up with a kickass story. LOL Once again. Thank You Kripke for creating such awesome characters.
Shannon - November 26, 2008 07:14 AM (GMT)
Sam and Dean walked into the motel room quieter then usual. They were out all day chasing down a lead that they received from Ruby. Dropping their old hunt, they chased down Armaros thinking he’d lead them to Lilith. Armaros, the big scary demon, scarier then Alistair who rose from the pit in a new attempt to free Lucifer. There was something he needed. A powerful weapon that Lucifer would need when he rose.
The hidden Scythe. Legend goes the Scythe’s buried deep in a temple by the great monks where no human or demon could ever come in contact with it. Those who tried haven’t made it far. The monks made sure the Scythe was never to leave. Why did they make it? They feared that the world would end so they made a weapon strong enough to kill anything. The monks were always certain someone would save the world. They saw it in a vision. Someone who heard the lords calling. God wasn’t always superior.
There was a time where one of his own angels who he loved, spoke nonsense that he did not like. He felt threatened by his words and ordered him to stop but the angel continued to see it that he was better then God and much more beautiful. God took that as an act of deceit and descended him down from heaven, only to be taught a lesson. After a hundred years God felt forgiving and came to see if his mind was changed. It wasn’t. The angel taunted him that he would always be better then God. A great punishment was needed.
You will show me some respect
It is you who will show me the respect father
With one final laugh God banished him to hell and made certain to keep him down there. Unlike his son, he had a plan.
Dean threw his duffel to his bed and grabbed the towel off the chair, heading toward the bathroom. He wanted to keep his distance from his brother and the conversation that was bound to come. “I’m getting a shower.” he stated.
Sam looked over to his brother. “Dean..” he started
Dean stopped at the door frame of the bathroom door and turned back to his little brother. Sam Winchester looked like crap. His cheeks were red and bruised and dry blood hardened from his nose to his lip. A cut was across his forehead and his eyes were glossy with pain in them. “We need to talk.” Sam finished.
Dean shook his head, keeping a straight face. “No. I’m done talking. I can’t get through to you. Bobby can’t, the angels can’t, the only one who can is Ruby and frankly that scares me Sammy.” he admitted.
Sam licked his lips, looking away as he smiled. “I thought you were okay with Ruby.”
Dean lowered his lip and stuck his tongue half out, biting down. “What? Yeah I guess.”
“What’s that suppose to mean?” Sam asked.
Dean met his intense stare and raised his brows. “Nothing.” he lied, beginning to turn.
“You still have a problem with her.” Sam yelled, in disbelief. He dropped his duffel to the floor beside him, shutting the door with his hand.
Dean sighed as he ran his hand down his face. He shook his head at his brother and started to his bed, sitting on the edge. He leaned farther over and put his head in his hands, shaking before meeting his brother’s glare. “I don’t trust what she’s doing.” he confessed.
Sam looked to the ceiling and back to his brother, before making his way over to his bed. He turned and sat, feeling more exhausted then ever. “It’s about what I did.” Sam guessed, without meeting his brothers jade green eyes.
“Sam…..” the older hunter began.
Sam Winchester looked over, expecting another lecture but to his surprise Dean rose to his feet. “I can’t keep pretending anymore.” he whispered, looking at his brother, the sound of defeat and weariness in his voice.
He looked up at his brother. “What do you mean?” Sam asked.
“This.” Dean yelled, “For months I tried telling myself that everything would be fine but now…..” his voice cracked and he looked away
Sam stood up, afraid where this was going. “Now what?’ he asked.
Dean shook his head and sniffed back a couple tears as he turned on his brother, heading back to the bathroom, clutching his towel with a death grip. “Dean…” Sam called.
Without any words, the older hunter entered the bathroom, flipping on the light and shutting the door. He tossed the towel over the edge of the sink and walked over to the tub and turned the knobs to get the right water temperature. Dean held his hand under the water and to his satisfaction, he pulled away and pulled the curtain close, as he flipped the shower on. Feeling the warmth trickle the back of his neck, Dean stood up and walked over to the sink, placing both hands on either side with a firm grip. He looked in the mirror and blinked as a hell of a flashback came to him.
Dean franticly looked around as dark shadows lingered all around. Each minute that passed more and more screams errupted where he was. God he hated not helping them. He hated watching what was happening to them, This was worse then any hunt he, Sam or his dad ever did. It’s been over a year that he’s been down here and he tried not to scream to their delight. Each day he knew he deserved what was thrown at him though. Somebody like that needed to punish. He needed to be punish. Why Sammy and his dad were, he didn’t understand that. His body was so hot and sticky with fresh blood covering his body. He didn’t know where his clothes were. He didn’t know when he lost them. He was hanging just like a piece of meat, exposed to the hot blistering heat, letting the demon taught his name. He was too weak to talk. All he could do was gasp as he felt something wet on his back.
Dean blinked back hot tears as he stared himself in the face. Shaking the memories away, he rubbed at his eyes and looked himself long in the mirror when there was a knock on the door. “Dean.” his brother called from the other side of the door.
Dean reached out for the handle when he stopped. Sighing, he turned and walked back to the shower. It was probably cold by now but he had his fair share of the heat. He was used to it. Dean kicked off his boot and pulled off his shirt, unbuckled his belt as he pushed down his jeans. He stepped out of them and slid them to the side with his foot. Reaching down, Dean took off his socks and let his boxers fall, before stepping in the slippery tub, embracing the warmth of the pounding water against his face.
Sam leaned against the door as he saw the shadow disperse. He sighed heavily and balled his fist, slamming it down on the door. “Dean. I’m sorry. I know I can’t take it back, but what was I suppose to do?” he asked.
Without answer, Sam turned and headed back to his bed. He looked over at his brothers empty bed and picked up his duffel along with Dean’s, tossing his on his bed. Sam quickly changed shirts and stuffed his dirty one in his duffel, dropping it to the floor and kicking it under the bed.
Hearing the shower shut off, Sam hurried and ripped the sheets down and climbed in, turning on his side just as the bathroom door opened. Sam tried to act like he was sleeping as he felt his brother’s stare burn into his back. He heard the soft footsteps and saw the shadow of Dean move across the wall. He thought about saying something but what could he say. He never should have went up against Armaros. Sighing Sam closed his eyes, pulling the sheets tighter over his tall frame as he closed his eyes.
Dean laughed softly. He knew his brother was still up. He was probably waiting to talk. God, he hated his brother for that. Sam knew he was never the sharing caring type. He shook his head as he stole a glance at his brother, while stuffing his duffel, separating his clean clothes from his dirty clothes. He smelled a couple shirts and tossed them to the side of the bag. Feeling satisfied, Dean zipped it up, dropped it to the floor and kicked it under his bed. He found himself staring at his brother again as he pulled the sheets down, before getting under them. Turning on his side, he reached a hand up and turned off the light, resting his head on his pillow. “Night Sam.” Dean whispered, before turning on his other side and closing his eyes.
Sam snapped his eyes open at that and smiled. “Night Dean.”
ajj2001 - November 27, 2008 04:37 AM (GMT)
Great start so far! I'm curious to see what you've got next, but I like your summary. I'll wait patiently for updates.
Shannon - November 28, 2008 09:02 PM (GMT)
Rosier stood in front of the temple. He admired the structure and snickered. A cave. Who would of thought it would be inside a cave. Tree tops hung low to the ground, covering most of the top as bushes were all over the place, spreading like wild, blocking the entrance to the place. Poison. Rosier sighed and wiped his forehead. He was warned this wouldn’t be easy, but he was always willing to serve him, no matter the mission. He came a long way, risked a lot but he had to retrieve it. He glanced behind him when he heard a noise and turned, shaking his head. He manged to dodge so many angels just to get to this spot and he wasn’t leaving without the Scythe
“I was wondering when you’d show your face.”
He heard his voice and looked up. “Castiel.” Rosier wasn’t surprised that he was following him. He was kind of hoping for it. “Is this where we fight now?” he asked, mocking the angel. Rosier stared at him, meeting his dark green eyes.
He frowned at his remark. “Rosier, I didn’t come here to fight.” Castiel sighed as he looked over to the temple. “I followed you.”
“Let me guess, daddy doesn’t want anyone messing with his toy?” he asked. He shook his head, feeling the dark strands of hair hit his face, and laughed. “This is none of your concern Castiel.” Rosier warned him, heading down toward the cave.
Castiel shook his head and followed him. “You’ll die.”
“Is that right?” he asked, pulling out his sword. He swung at the one big bush, making sure not to touch the poison.
Castiel watched him dearly. “Rosier I can’t let you do this.” He raised his voice, with deep concern.
He stopped in his tracks, lowered his sword and turned to him. Rosier grinned at the man, even if he looked nothing like Castiel. “See, that’s why you are different from the rest.”. Rosier said, wagging his index finger. “Your compassion. It’s……what’s the word?” he asked.
Castiel looked down to the ground. “It’s not who we are.”
Rosier glared at him. “We’re not the same anymore brother.” He hissed, turning back to the task at hand. Castiel watched as he chopped his way through the weeds. He also noted at how rapidly they reappeared.
“Rosier!” Castiel yelled, rushing toward him. “Leave the weapon.”
“That’s what you’d want.” Rosier yelled back, blocking most of the vines. Some tightened around his arms and legs. He felt them pull him back but he had to keep going. Pushing through, he broke his arms free, tearing at the vines trying to cover his face.
“I’m almost there.” He shouted.
“It’s too strong.”
Rosier gritted his teeth together and set his jaw. “I’m stronger.” He roared, jumping to the end. Rosier hit the ground and looked back at the ingrown bushes and laughed. “I did it.”
“Don’t underestimate them.” Castiel shot back.
Rosier saw a little vine try to grab him and he got to his feet, stepping on it., as he dropped his sword through it. A loud whine escaped the plant and the vine retrieved back into the bush once he lifted his sword.
“They’re smart Rosier.” Rosier saluted to his brother and turned, looking at the entrance. He had to find a way to get this wall up.. “It will kill you within minutes.”
He winked back at him as he felt the walls. Relieved, Rosier pulled on a vine, and turned as the wall started opening. He walked in front and tried peering in when he heard a loud squeaky noise. His eyes widened and mouth fell when a group of bats flew out, heading straight for him. Rosier ducked as they attached themselves on his arms and face. He managed to get free, with a lot of cuts, and hit one with his sword, pinning it to the stone wall. Blood came out of the small black bat as its wings grew still.
Castiel watched as the other bats flew off. “Rosier!” he shouted.
Rosier pulled the sword from the bat, watching it drop to the floor. He turned to look at Castiel. “You’re still here?” he asked, annoyed.
Castiel took in his brother’s appearance. His cloths were tore up and blood soaked fabric from the open wounds. His cheek was puffy and his left eye was half swollen shut. Rosier laughed out loud and looked up to the sky. “Who’s stronger now!” he yelled, feeling exhausted and falling to his knees.
He looked over at him and got to his feet slowly. Rosier smirked and turned, taking in the temple itself. “You can still turn back.”
Rosier shook his head without looking at Castiel, as he started for the temple. Using the walls to guide him, he reached inside of the place and gasped. The place was huge and amazing. Rocks were everywhere and a waterfall off to the side. A waterfall? he thought. Rosier strained his eyes, walking down the stone steps. He found himself stopped at a bridge and heard something slam behind him as the light disappeared. Rosier looked behind him, seeing the wall was shut. He turned back around and started crossing the bridge. Cracking his neck, Rosier moved toward the ropes and looked over the edge, expecting to see water but what he saw was a graveyard. Skeletons and old broken bones were scattered everywhere on the floor below, but then, where was the water going?
Castiel waited for him to come back when Uriel appeared next to him. “Where is he?” Uriel asked.
He pointed to the temple and looked down. “I should have stopped him.” His tone was much more colder and deeper this time.
Uriel looked over at the temple and turned back to Castiel. “He’ll die before he can retrieve it.”
He nodded and looked at the man, knowing that was true, as they both disappeared.
Castiel appeared in the motel room the Winchesters were staying in and looked at the two beds. Both of their forms were sprawled out and Castiel could hear their soft snoring. He made his way farther into the room when he heard a noise behind him. Turning, he raised his brow at Uriel. "I thought we decided....."
"Nothing was final" Uriel told him, keeping his voice low. He didn't want to disrupt the Winchesters.
Castiel titled his head, seeing the angel glance around the room. "Don't you trust me?" he asked.
Uriel met his gaze and snorted, waving his hand in front of his face. "You've been around these monkeys for too long."
"I advise if you stop calling them that." Castiel suggested, stealing a glance at the Winchesters.
Uriel huffed, circling the angel. "What do you suggest? Demon Boy and Hell Boy?"
"They have names like everyone else."
"Sam and Dean. A couple of crackerjacks if you ask me."
"Uriel, you're crossing a very thin line." Castiel stated.
Uriel stopped and stared at him when he caught movement behind Castiel.
Dean blinked and stretched his arms, turning half of his body. Castiel turned. "Hello Dean."
His eyes widened when he saw Castiel and Uriel. Twisting around, Dean threw his legs over and planted them on the floor. He looked over at the angels and grabbed a couple pills and a glass from the nightstand, downing two small aspirin with a mouthful of water. "Don't you know how to knock?" he asked.
"We don't knock Dean. We come when we need to." Castiel told him.
Dean hung his head and started to shake Sam's matress when Uriel stopped him. "He's not needed in this conversation."
Dean froze and looked to him, then to Castiel. "Ever since he stopped Amaros the angels have been quite concern." Castiel explained.
Dean looked at his brother and back to them. "I told you if you don't stop it......."
"I know." Dean hissed, running a hand down his face.
"But you haven't done anything about it." Uriel spat.
Dean glared at him. "What am I suppose to do?" he asked.
"Kill her or we will." Uriel threatened, stepping forward, only to meet Castiel's outstretched arm.
"Why don't you then?" he asked, rising to his feet.
Uriel looked down for the first time. "We both have our orders." Castiel replied.
Dean smiled and looked down. Hearing a noise he looked up and saw they were gone. He glanced around the room and found himself staring intensely at his brother.
I'm done with everything
His blood froze up thinking more about it when his phone rang. Dean reached in his pocket, hearing the Metallica ring tone as he opened the phone, pressing it to his ear. "Dean" the gruffed voice said into the mouth piece.
"Bobby, what is it? Did you find out where Lilith is hiding?" Dean asked, seeing Sam start to stir.
"Yeah." the older hunter assured him. "The seals are almost all broken and there has been a lot of talk."
Sam opened his wearily eyes and half turned, seeing his older brothers face. "She's in Cleveland."
"What's she doing there?" he asked, alerting his brother to get ready even though it was liketwo in the morning.
"I've been tailing her trying to find that out, but there's too much demonic activity going on here." Bobby replied with a heavy sigh
"Bobby, maybe you should stay back." Dean suggested into the phone, concerned for the man.
The hunter laughed. "Quick worrying about me boy and get your brother out here."
"Bob....." before Dean could finish he heard the click and sighed, hanging up and pocketing his phone. He eyed his worried brother. "That was Bobby."
"So I noticed. What did he say?" Sam asked, getting to his feet.
Dean pulled out his duffel from under his bed and started loading it up with his cloths when there was a knock at the door. He turned to Sam and left his bag, heading over to the door. Dean grabbed the knob and pulled it back, almost getting run over as an impatient Ruby came in. "Sam, we got big problems."
dmartins - December 10, 2008 03:03 PM (GMT)
It is good. when will you write new chapter?
Shannon - December 11, 2008 05:19 AM (GMT)
This isn't that long of a Chapter but enjoy
Bobby pocketed his phone and ducked as he saw three man walk into a factory. Demons. Had to be. This town was freakin' demon central. He reached inside his jacket pocket and half pulled out the silver flask. Cursing he left it go and let the jacket fall back in place as he bent over the seat to the glove compartment. He opened it and pulled out a book, staying low so no one could see him. He also grabbed his special steel knife engraved in Latin symbols and blessed in Palo Santo, hiding it in his jacket. Shutting it with a good slam, Bobby moved back up only to come face to face with a man. He was looking at him through the passenger window. Bobby smiled at him and looked to his side, seeing two men at his door. Bobby gulped as they flashed their eyes. Bobby swiftly glanced to the other one and his eyes were black as well. Oh crap!
Bobby did a little prayer that Sam and Dean weren't to far away before pushing open the door on the one guy and splashing the other quickly with holy water. The third demon dove over the car and tackled the hunter from behind. Bobby went flying to the ground and recollected himself, turning in the demons arms as he pulled out his knife burying it down in the mans hand. The demon screamed in agony and threw his head back as black smoke flew out of his mouth. Bobby rolled and got to his feet as demon number one punched him. His head spun and he felt a punch to his gut, then to his back. Bobby fell to his knees when demon number two kneed him in the face, knocking the hunter flat on his back. Feeling exhausted, he looked up at them and grinned.
"What are you grinning about?"
Without words, Bobby pulled out a tape recorder and played it as his voice screeched out of the small speaker in Latin. He half smiled as the demons covered there ears and started screaming. He watched them when a shoe came down on his hand, crushing the recorder along with his hand. Bobby cried out and turned on his side, cradling it. He saw a shadow on the ground in front of him and looked up to see a familiar man. "I can't have you sending my friends away." he said, grabbing the hunter by the throat. He raised him up to eye level and smiled at the scared hunter.
Bobby eyed the demon and tried using his free hand to get loose. "I should just kill you right here."
Blood ran down the hunters face as he stared at the demon. He closed his eyes, thinking this was it but nothing happened. Bobby looked at the demon as he threw him to his buddies. "I'll have fun with you."
Bobby stared at him as the demons started dragging him back to the factory. He turned around and smelled the air. Sulfur was all around, tingling his nose. He smiled and turned back to the factory, making a bee line to the place. Once he got inside, he looked to his demon friends. "Tie him up." he instructed, eying the weary hunter.
Dean gripped the wheel as he stared back at Ruby. She was the cause of all of this. They were fine until she came along. They were a team. Now, they were barely even brothers. Ever since he came back, she had Sam running around with her sending demons back to hell with his mind. They both knew Sam was getting stronger; more powerful and Dean was scared to know what for.
Ruby met his gaze. “What?”
Dean grinned. “I’m just wondering what you get out of all of this.”
“Excuse me?” she asked. "How about saving the world and thousands of lives?" she snapped.
"Sam and I can do that without your help." Dean told her.
Ruby crossed her arms and looked out the window of the impala. “Dean.” Sam started, glancing over at his brother. They had just learned Amaros wasn't dead and they needed to find him and stop him once and for all. He was surprised Dean was letting him come along after what he'd done. He looked down and sighed. Dean would never understand. "We can't do this without her." he admitted.
Dean saw the look he received from him and directed his attention back to the open road. He mumbled to himself, and wondered what he did to deserve this. Clenching his jaw, Dean closed his eyes when he heard what his brother said to him. He glared back at Ruby and scoffed under his breath. "Fine."
Sam looked back at Ruby and met her soft eyes when the car stalled. “What the……. “ Dean asked. Ruby’s eyes pulled from Sam’s and she was already gripping her knife. “We can’t be here.” She told Dean, looking around.
Dean tried turning the ignition several times. “What do you think I’m doing.” He spat, “Come on.” He moaned.
Sam opened his door and felt the whipping of the wind, as he got out. He looked up at the sky and saw the tree tops blowing crazy, as dark clouds started rolling in every direction. Ruby looked up at him. “Sam, get back in the car.” She warned.
Dean looked over and leaned across the wheel, seeing what was happening. “Sam.”
Sam nodded as the clouds blocked out the full moon. Leaves from the ground blew across the road and started circling upward. He watched and didn’t take notice when Ruby got out. She stood behind him. “Sam, you can’t fight this.” She snapped, reading his mind. "You're not strong enough."
“What?” Dean called, getting out and looking over at Ruby. “Can’t fight what?”
“What’s coming.” Ruby told him fearfully. Dean ducked his head when a power line burst from a telephone pole.
“Jesus….” Dean turned and stared at the sparks from the ripped line.
Ruby looked up and grabbed Sam. “We have to go.” She yelled, pulling him backwards.
Sam broke his gaze from the leaves and watched as Ruby ran in the grove of pine trees. “Ruby!” he shouted.
Ruby ran down the bank and looked back at the brothers. “Come with me now.” She shouted, through the whipping of the wind.
Sam looked back at Dean, who shrugged and started to follow, when he was pushed back by an invisible force. Dean landed a couple feet away from the impala and looked up to see the form appear just a yard away from Sam. He was smiling at his bother. The man directed his attention to Ruby and his smile widened. “Ruby, you’re actually working with these humans.” He sounded dismayed by the whole thing. “How can you turn your back on the one we serve?
Sam eyed her, seeing the fear in her eyes at the sight of him. “Ruby, get out of here.” He yelled.
She met his gaze and knew what he was going to do. He wasn't ready. She looked over at Dean apologising to him before running off. Dean stood and looked over at his brother, seeing his hand go up toward the man. His eyes widened at the different reaction he was having. Sam grabbed his head with his hand and slowly dropped to his knees, still forcing his power. “Sam!” he yelled, seeing something was wrong.
dmartins - June 22, 2010 05:07 PM (GMT)
Any new chapter(s)? I still love this story!
Angel325girl - June 23, 2010 04:13 PM (GMT)
So, here's an update. I'm not sure if I liked the first part but the second part I liked. Hopefully the nest couple of updates will come sooner.
Rosier watched Sam fall to his knees and belted out in laughter. He dropped his hand to his side knowing the boy wasn’t as strong as he thought. Looking over at Dean he shook his head and caught Dean glaring at him. “Who the hell are you?”
Rosier eyed him. “My apologies. My name is Rosier.”
Dean got to his feet and stole a glance at Sam. “What did you do to my brother?” he spat.
Rosier looked back over at Sam seeing how much pain he was still in. “I’m not the one doing anything to him.” He told the Winchester, stealing a glance toward the woods. He wasn’t the one helping Sam’s blood thirst for power.
Dean looked over to the woods then to his brother. Yet another reason to kill that demon bitch. He softened his glare toward Rosier and started to pull out the Colt behind his back when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking over he saw Castiel staring at him. “Get Sam and get out of here.” He warned him.
Dean looked back at Sam and saw Uriel helping him up. He looked back at Castiel and then to Rosier. “I’m surprised to see you alive Rosier.” Castiel admitted. Last he saw him; he found a way into the temple.
Rosier’s gaze fell upon his brother and he smirked. “I’m full of surprises.”
Uriel scoffed. “Apparently not enough.”
He shot him a glare and watched the Winchesters head to the car. “Sadly though, I didn’t get what I wanted.”
“My deeply apologies, now what is Lilith planning?” Castiel asked, showing no hint of sympathy for the fallen angel.
Rosier looked over at him. “Besides trying to free Lucifer by breaking the sixty-six seals?” he asked. “I have no clue.” He assured them.
Castiel sighed and looked over at Uriel. “She summoned Amaros out of the pit. Why?”
Rosier laughed. “How am I supposed to know?”
“You were there weren’t you?” Uriel asked, raising his eyebrows.
Rosier turned his gaze to him. “No. I wasn’t. I have better things to do then watch Amaros crawl out of the pit.” he spat.
“And what’s that?” Uriel asked.
Rosier looked toward the impala as it was put in reverse. Castiel turned his head and glanced toward the Winchesters “What do you want with the Winchesters?” he asked, stepping forward.
Rosier glared at his brother. “I need their help.” He admitted looking down to his black shoes.
“Right, like we’ll hand them over to you. You must think we’re fools.” Uriel spat, balling his fist.
Castiel held his hand out to his side stopping the angel from charging at him. He looked over at his friend and lowered his voice. “You try and stop him and you know what will happen.” He told Uriel.
Uriel stared at him and glanced over at Rosier. “Fine, let him go crawling back to Lilith.”
Castiel eyed him and turned back to face Rosier. “You are not to come near the Winchesters.” He said flatly.
“Did daddy give you those orders?” he asked, clasping his hands together and entwining his fingers. He locked his eyes on his brothers and Rosier threw his head back and laughed. “What are you two going to do?” he challenged.
Uriel flared his nostrils and was once again stopped by Castiel. “This is a trap.” Castiel announced, staring hard at Rosier. “If he wanted Sam and Dean by now, he would have found another way to get to them. He’s hiding something.”
Rosier eyed him. “And you’re not? From day one you’ve been telling the Winchesters it’s up to them to stop it but you didn’t tell them how it all starts.” the angel pointed out.
Castiel lowered his gaze. “Orders are orders.” The angel said sternly. “We can only say so much.”
“I can tell it’s eating you up inside though. You’re not as strong and obedient like you once were. I wish I could be there when they turn on you.” Rosier prayed.
Castiel turned his back on Rosier and looked at Uriel. He looked him in the eyes and with a sigh he was gone. Uriel stared up at Rosier and walked forward. “You will not get away with this Rosier. I won’t let you.” He threatened.
“But we’re on the same side Uriel.” Rosier pouted, intimidating him.
“We used to be but you made your choice. You chose to follow hell over heaven.” Uriel yelled.
“What can I say, hell pays better.” He joked. “I mean the customers are whiney at first but once you shut them up, the reward is priceless.” Rosier stated, smirking at the angel. “You’re not exactly on the angel side of good either Uriel. The only reason why you’re down here is so you can watch our brother rise when he comes back home. Then what? Will you turn on your family and god to do Lucifer’s bidding?” he asked, walking up to him. “If you love him, you’ll have to prove your loyalty to him somehow.”
Uriel clenched his jaw and turned his head to stare at his brother. “So you will choose to kill your brothers and sisters for him and anyone else who would try and stop him.” The angel asked.
“If it’s necessary, yes. The last thing you want to do is get on Lucifer’s bad side.” Rosier hissed. “You know how he always had that temper of his?” he reminded him.
“As I remember, Lucifer never liked you. How are you so sure he won’t send you right back where you belong once, if he rises?” Uriel questioned him.
“Because I’m on his side and he will rise. You will make sure of that won’t you?” he glared at him and grinned to his brother. “Along with our brother.” He added, referring to Castiel.
Rosier watched and studied his brother’s facial expressions. “They already lost Uriel.”
Uriel cocked his head and shot him an evil look. “We still have a chance.”
He chuckled. “If not, then you know we’ll meet again.” Uriel furrowed his brows as his brother disappeared. He walked over to the spot where Rosier once was standing and slowly turned in a half circle before he was gone as well.
Dean parked the car outside of their motel room, pulled Sam out of the passenger side and dragged him across the parking lot over to the door. Dean looked to his brother as he dug his hand in his pocket for the keys. Ever since Rosier did the whammy on his brother, Sam had looked like he went nine rounds with his dad.
John wasn’t an aggressive person with his sons. He might have had one too many drinks a lot but every hunter’s done it. That’s how they’ve tried to drown their sorrows. At a young age, Dean knew the things his dad had to bear with. The weight on his shoulders John had to take on. He not only had to be a father to him and Sammy but he had to keep them safe from all cost.
Even if it meant leaving his boys for several months at a time just to protect them. Sometimes, he forgot what being a father was like. No dad had to worry about their sons getting snatched up by werewolf or brutally beaten by a demon who made good on their threats. Literally!
Sure Dean would have loved tossing around a baseball with his dad but becoming a hunter was probably the best thing that ever happened to him. After all, that was the only thing he had left when he turned twenty-one. Sam was off at college living his own life while his dad was doing the same. Living in a hunter’s world was pretty lonely. He couldn’t make friends, have any real relationships or even have a family.
The farther Sam pushed himself away from them, the deeper John became in his work. Dean had no one and right now, he would rather go back to when it was just him rather than now. His dad would still be alive, Sammy would probably be married by now to Jessica and they wouldn’t be trying to stop the devil from destroying the world, because that’s exactly what will happen if Lilith wins. Lucifer would be free.
Dean shook his head and put the key in the lock when the door flew open. He looked at the brown haired demon that his brother could trust and dragged Sam over to the bed while barking out orders to the demon. “What is wrong with him Ruby?” Dean demanded, laying Sam out of his bed. He backed up as Ruby knelt beside Sam.
Ruby touched his hand. He was warmer then usual. After examining him, Ruby stood up once the young Winchester seemed to be okay. She slowly backed up, taking her eyes off him to look at Dean. “He’ll be okay.” She told him. There wasn’t much she could really say except what she just told him.
Dean eyed her carefully and pushed off the wall. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, that’s all I get? Just three little words, he’ll be okay?”
Ruby placed her hands on her hips. “What more do you want me to say Dean?” she asked.
“Well, more the he’ll be okay and maybe an explanation of who that was.” Dean yelled. “And if you say you don’t know, so help me god I’ll kill you right here and now.” He warned.
Ruby gulped knowing full well Dean meant it too. She could take him but she knew Sam wouldn’t be too happy with her afterwards. She knew how to gain Sam’s trust and she would do whatever it took to keep his trust. “His name is Rosier. He’s a very powerful fallen angel, although he’s not as powerful as Lucifer.” Ruby explained.
“What does he want with us?” Dean continued pressing her for answers.
Before Ruby could answer him, her head snapped over to the unwelcome angel in the room. “Exactly what all angels and demons want with you Dean. You both have something they want.” Castiel confessed.
“And what might that be Cas? Please, narrow it down for me? Is it to stop Lucifer from rising? Because that angel back there didn’t seem like he wanted to chat about that. In fact, I don’t really think any of you want us stopping Lilith from freeing the devil.”
Castiel looked to Ruby then to Dean. “Of course we want you to stop him.”
“Well all I know is there’s definitely a reason I’m back. You guys didn’t pull me out of the pit from the kindness of your hearts. Now, for a while you kept telling me I had to stop it, but what you haven’t told me is how or even when I have to stop it.”
“Soon.” Cas began.
“You gotta give me more then that Cas. You can’t just…” he snapped his jaw shut and balled his fists. “You’re as bad as Ruby when it comes to answers.” He said and turned, walking over to his brother as the tall form on his bed started moving. Castiel glanced toward the demon when Dean referred to him as Ruby. She smirked at him and he rolled his eyes.
Sam grabbed his head as he sat up in bed. “What happened?” he asked.
“That angel we ran into did something to you.” Dean told him.
Sam rubbed his temple as he looked around the room. His gaze fell upon Ruby and he slightly smiled. She nodded back at him and Dean glanced behind him looking at her. He sighed heavily and got to his feet. “We should go before Rosier finds us.” Dean suggested.
Cas laughed softly. “If he wanted to, he would have found you and your brother already.”
“Great, so basically we’re sitting ducks.”
“It seems to me though; he doesn’t want to kill you.” Cas admitted.
“Well now I can sleep better at night.” Dean joked, receiving glares from Ruby and Sam. “So what’s our next move? He asked his brother.
Sam looked to Dean and back to Ruby as he got to his feet. He looked at his brother. “Stay.” He whispered, and walked over to the door, leaving with Ruby. Dean frowned and looked over to Cas. “So, where’s your lackey?” Dean asked.
dmartins - June 23, 2010 08:38 PM (GMT)
YAY! I am so happy! I am in bliss! Thank you for posting a new one! I still love this story! Please continue. :)
Angel325girl - June 25, 2010 05:45 AM (GMT)
this isn't the full update, just a sneek peak of it. I only did this cuz i have no idea when I'll post the next chapter.
Once outside, Ruby spun on her heal looking angrily at Sam. “I told you we should have just left. We have bigger problems then Rosier Sam. Liltih doesn’t have a lot of seals left and you know what that means; the devil walks. The world is destroyed and all humanity can rot in hell for all eternity.” Ruby explained.
Sam looked at her and listened. He knew all of this and he was trying, him and Dean. “Ruby, I’m doing the best I can.”
“Yeah and it’s not good enough. I’m sure you found that out when you tried going up against Rosier?” Ruby guessed.
“Are you going to tell me who he is?” Sam asked, annoyed.
“Someone you’re not ready to mess with.” Ruby said, softening her voice. She sighed and started passing back and fourth, trying to come up with a plan. They couldn’t stay here. Rosier wanted the boys for a reason. This wasn’t good if Sam couldn’t defend himself.
“Ruby, why didn’t it work?” Sam asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.
The dark brunette stopped in her tracks and looked to Sam. “It didn’t work because Rosier was using your powers against you.” She told him.
Sam eyed her carefully as he felt his eyes start to sting and leaned against the wall. “Ruby, if Cas and Uriel didn’t show up when they did, Rosier probably would of killed me.”
Ruby looked to the ground and glanced up at him through her dark bangs. “Or he would have taken you to wherever Lilith was.” Ruby pointed out.
“And that isn’t a good thing, why?” Sam asked. As long as she was dead, the rest of the seals couldn’t be broken and Lucifer wouldn’t rise.
“Lilith would kill you Sam.” Ruby yelled.
“Lilith can’t touch me, remember. I’m immune to her.” Sam reminded her, thinking back to the day Dean went to hell.
“You are but Dean isn’t.” Ruby stated. “She would tear him up from the inside out. Hasn’t he been through enough already? Do you really want to put him through another one of Lilith’s tests?” she asked him, knowing full well that Sam would die first before he let Lilith get a hold of his brother.
Sam started to respond but stopped himself. This was true. Dean couldn't protect himself around her like he could. His brother didn't have the kind of power that he had. He found himself at ease when he felt Ruby's hand lay gently on his cheek. Sam looked into her eyes. "Dean's your weakness Sam. Lilith knows it and so does the demons that want you and him dead. If Lilith wanted to find a way to get to you, it would be through him."
dmartins - June 25, 2010 07:30 PM (GMT)