Characters: Sam/ Dean/ Castiel/ Ruby / Uriel/ OFC (Eva)/ brief mentions of other male & female characters.
Rating: PG 13 - Just to be safe.
Spoilers: A few brief mentions of things from season 4, but mostly just my own crazy ideas.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue. I just like to take Sam and Dean outta the box and play with them a while, but I always put them back and send them back to Kripke by Thursday. -smirks-
Written for: Second in a series. (Takes place one month after 'The Meet'.)
A month had passed since Gabriel had visited and given Dean his gift from Heaven.
He had awoken on the couch in the old house, Castiel sitting on the arm of the couch at his feet, watching him sleep, Uriel standing at the window looking out and Sam, sitting across the room, staring at him like he was waiting for him to do a trick or something.
As soon as he had sat up and looked at the three of them, Castiel had asked him how he felt and Dean had had to say that he had never felt better... but he didn't understand why Sam was staring at him the way he was.
He had frowned at his baby brother and told him to cut the crap, only to have Sam tell him, his voice flat, and seemingly devoid of any emotion, "Your eyes are glowing."
Dean had frowned and looked away, back at Castiel, before pulling to his feet.
Ruby, had apparently went outside, not wanting to stay around him after his little gift from Gabriel, so that at least had been a plus. Sam's constant asking him about what he had seen, if he remembered and what it had been exactly however had not been so great. Dean had simply told Sam that he didn't remember anything after Gabriel had pressed her lips to his, but that was a lie.
He remembered everything. Remembered the feel of the light entering his body, the warmth that had washed over him, the joy and peace, the love and acceptance that he had felt, he remembered it all. He remembered Castiel catching him when his knees had given out and he remembered seeing Ruby, seeing her like he had when he was, as Bobby had said, 'Hell's bitch', then he remembered what he had seen when he had looked at Sam. The memory of which tore at him every time the image flashed before his eyes. So, he tried to push it away, block it out and just not talk about it.
Castiel however, seemed to know that he remembered. Dean knew he knew, even though to his credit, Cas said nothing about it. But, it was in the way Cas had looked at him everyday since then, the way he spoke about Sam. More carefully now, like he knew that to speak too badly would hurt Dean like it never had before. Even Uriel seemed to back off a little bit.
The three of them, Dean Sam and Ruby, now walked across the street in downtown Savannah, Georgia toward one of the large churches. Ruby, once again had offered to stay outside, not that Dean had been surprised by that. It wasn't that she would burst into flame if she walked in, but she seemed more comfortable lately not getting too close to anything having to do with heaven.
As they walked Dean glanced over at her to find her staring at him again, it was a new obsession she seemed to have, staring at him and it was getting more and more annoying as each day passed.
"Dammit, Sam, why the hell is she staring at me, still!?" Dean asked his brother, who was walking on his other side.
He watched as Sam glanced over at Ruby, before Ruby cut him off.
"Your eyes are still glowing." she told Dean.
Dean huffed. His eyes, she and Sam had both told him, had glowed after the night with Gabriel, and if he were honest, he had to admit to of noticed it himself when he looked in the mirror. The green was brighter, shining, as though lit by an unknown light from within their depths.
He looked over at his brother angrily, "You know she has three eyes and pointed teeth like a Purana, right?"
Ruby had walked a little faster, away from the brothers, leading the way slightly, but now she called back,
"I heard that!"
Dean's eyes slid to her before looking at Sam again, "And dog ears."
Sam frowned hard at his brother huffing as he shook his head, before looking away again. "Just stop it, both of you." Sam grumbled.
Reaching the churches large wooden double doors, Sam looked from Dean to Ruby, "We'll be out soon." he told her with a small smile.
Ruby nodded, crossing her arms over her chest as she took a step back into the shadows of the porch, waiting.
Dean looked from his brother to Ruby and back with a sigh, before rolling his eyes and reaching for the door handle, tugging it open and stepping inside.
Sam followed his brother, frowning darkly.
Both brothers came to an abrupt halt as they stepped inside to find that they were holding a church service. The ministers fell silent as everyone turned in their pews o look at the brothers. Sam smiled awkwardly, as he elbowed Dean, who waved and nodded. "Uh, hi, yeah, um, we'll just wait over here." Dean stammered, pointing to a corner of the sanctuary.
"Get thee behind me Satan!!" the minister called out suddenly from the podium, as he looked at the Winchesters.
Dean and Sam froze mid-step as they had started to walk toward the corner Dean had indicated, looking back at the minister. "Excuse me?" Dean asked him, frowning.
The minister pointed toward Sam. "The devil's servant there with you! He is not welcome in God's house!"
Dean glanced back at Sam, then looked back at the minister, shaking his head, "Naw, you got it wrong, he's not a servant of the devil, he barely works for me," Dean shrugged, smiling wide, only to have Sam glare at him, elbowing him in the back. Dean jumped slightly, eyes closing with annoyance at his brother's actions, before he ran a hand down his tie, the one he wore along with the stupid suit that Sam had insisted they needed to wear for this gig. Dean licked his lips, his eyes opening slowly to regard the minister with a friendly smile, "Really, we're just looking for someone named Eva Banks."
The church was quiet for a few moments, no one moving, no one speaking, until slowly a young woman pulled to her feet, looking over toward Sam and Dean. "I'm Eva Banks." she told them softly.
Dean glanced at Sam, then looked back at the young woman with a smile, "Uh, we need to ask you a few questions, ma'am." he told her.
Eva smiled softly at Dean, a small sigh leaving her, "It's him." she said softly at first, then louder as she made her way from the pew, "It's him!!"
With her last shouted proclamation, the entire congregation stood to their feet, all eyes on Dean, making him feel extremely friggin' uncomfortable. He glanced at Sam, who only shrugged slightly, his own confusion clear, before Dean looked back to find Eva Banks rushing toward him, a wide smile pulling at her full lips, as she hurried to his side, falling to her knees before him as she grabbed Dean's hand with both of hers, her head bowed.
Dean looked down at her with wide eyes full of confusion and not a little bit freaked at her actions, before he looked over at Sam, who was also looking down at the girl as though she were crazy. Sam looked at his brother, brows drawn in confusion. Dean shook his head in silent answer to his brother's unspoken question before he looked back at the girl again.
The minister who had made his way out from behind the podium, walked up to Dean, drawing Dean's attention to him and away from Eva as the minister laid a hand on his shoulder. "It is an honor to have you in our church." he told Dean softly.
Dean looked at the minister in confusion, "Uh... thank you...?"
Nervously shifting his weight, Dean looked back down at the young woman kneeling before him who seemed to have a death grip on his hand as she muttered softly, words that he couldn't understand. It sounded like a bunch of gibberish really, not real speech of any kind, at least none that he knew of.
The minister let his hand fall from Dean's shoulder as he followed Dean's eyes to Eva, kneeling there before him. Bending, the minister wrapped an arm around Eva's slim waist and began to pull her to her feet. "Why don't you take him outside, Eva. I need to finish service, and then we can talk." he suggested. The young woman's eyes flickered open as she was pulled to her feet, the words spilling from her lips ceasing at once. She smiled at Dean as she nodded to the minister's words.
"Follow me." she said softly, as she turned and began walking down a small pathway at the back of the church,leading to a side door, one hand brushing against the wall as she walked.
Dean and Sam watched her go for a moment, before looking back at the minister, nodding to him, then began to follow Eva toward the door.
Sam glanced at his brother as they walked to see him watching the sway of Eva's long yellow and white lace dress as she walked, the contrast of her carmel skin and honey colored hair, a small sideways grin tugging at his lips.
He huffed at his brother, gaining his attention.
"What?" Dean asked him.
"Dude, we're in a church!" Sam spat.
Dean's glowing green eyes slid from side to side as he looked around then back at his brother as he shrugged, "Yeah, and ?"
Sam huffed again and shook his head, "And I'm suppose to be Satan's servant." he grumbled.
"Yeah, well, I'm not boppin' Lucifer's sister."
Sam glared at Dean. "Ruby is not
Sam huffed again, but remained silent as they came to the door, where Eva stood, waiting for them.
As they approached, she slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door, carefully stepping outside, leaving the door open for them as she walked, one hand extended to the picnic table that sat outside in the warm sunshine.
Reaching the table, Eva's hand gripped the top, before she turned and smiled at them. "If you could wait here." she told them.
Sam frowned slightly at her, "Eva, we actually just need to ask you a few questions about what you saw the other night. The night that those girls from your apartment building died."
Eva hung her head, "I would rather wait until Pastor Smith can join us." she said softly, quickly looking up at Dean, "It's not you." she told him, lifting a hand to place it on his upper chest, near his shoulder.
Dean looked back over his other shoulder at Sam, who looked away, before returning his attention to Eva. "Yeah, I get it. Okay." Dean told her softly.
Eva smiled softly at him, letting her hand fall away as she slowly released the table top and walked back toward the door of the church, her steps careful as she walked past Sam and back inside.
Sam and Dean both watched her go, waited until the door closed behind her before turning to look at one another.
"I don't like this, Dean." Sam said, as he watched his brother place a booted foot up on the picnic table bench and heft himself up, sitting on the table top, elbows on his knees.
"Like what? Sitting outside?" Dean asked him with a grin.
"These people think I'm in league with the devil." Sam told him.
Dean looked away, not speaking, a muscle twitching in his jaw. Are they right, Sammy?
After a long pause, Dean lifted a hand, ran it over his face, before looking back at Sam, eyeing him for a moment. "She has four breasts, you know." Dean told him.
Sam looked at his brother in confusion, brows furrowed. "What!?!"
"Ruby," Dean clarified as he brought both hands to his chest to mimic showing Sam what he meant, "Four boobs, dude." he told him, his brows raising as he made a face, "And their kinda saggy too, man."
Sam sighed and shook his head, bringing one large hand up to cover his face.
Dean shrugged as he let his hands fall into his lap, "I'm just tellin' ya."
Sam let his hand fall from his face as he glared at his brother, "You know, for someone who doesn't remember anything after Gabriel kissed him, you sure seem to remember a lot about Ruby."
Dean frowned at his brother. "Hey! Gabriel did not
kiss me! And... I - I," Dean grumped at him, searching for the words to say so he wouldn't have to answer Sam's questions again about what he had seen when he had looked at Sam.
"Did you find out anything, Dean?"
Castiel's voice to their right, drew Dean's attention away from his brother.Saved by an angel...again.
"Cas, hey. Nah, not yet, Eva's comin' out in a minute. Why?" Dean asked him as he eyed the angel.
Castiel walked up to them, blue eyes darting between Dean and Sam as he did.
Castiel's gaze rested on Sam as he spoke, "You...shouldn't be here." he told him.
Sam huffed, "You know, I've been getting a lot of that today."
Castiel looked away from Sam, back to Dean, "Eva has a lot to tell you, Dean. You need to listen to her."
Dean frowned at him, "That's why we're here, isn't it? To get information from her, listen?"
Castiel licked his lips, looked back at Sam. "What she has to say, you might no want to hear."
Sam frowned at Castiel, glancing at his brother before looking back at the angel before him, "Why would I not want to hear about this case?"
Castiel sighed softly, "Sometimes, there's more to learn than the obvious."
Dean chuckled as he looked from Castiel to Sam, "I'm glad he doesn't just do that crap with me." he told Sam.
Sam shot his brother a dirty look before looking back to Castiel only to find him gone. Vanished.
"Where'd he-?" Sam started, only to stop and press his lips together, stopping himself, knowing the answer already.
Dean chuckled again. "Annoying, isn't it? Yeah, just wait till he pops into the car at 60 miles an hour out of no where." Dean nodded, "That's always fun."
The churches back door opened and Eva, followed by Pastor Smith, walked out into the sunlight. Eva smiled once again at Dean as she walked over, her hand reaching for the tables edge as she neared.
Sam watched her, brows drawn into a frown.
"I know you wanted to speak to Eva, but, what with," Pastor Smith glanced at Sam, before looking back at Dean, "things being as they are, she was wanting someone out here with her. I hope you don't mind." he told Dean kindly as he took a seat at the far end of the picnic table.
Dean tore his gaze from Eva, to look at the minister and smiled slightly, "Huh? Oh no," he shook his head, "Not at all." he looked over at his brother, "We don't mind, right, Sam?"
Sam looked at Dean, brows still drawn into a frown, "Hmm?" he asked, before looking at the minister, "Oh, no. Not at all."
The minister nodded to Dean as Eva moved to slowly take a seat at the table, tucking her dress under herself as she did.
Looking over at her, Dean hopped down off the table top to take a seat next to her. "Eva, I'm Dean, and this is my brother, Sam," Dean started off in their customary greeting as Sam took a seat across from them, only to have Eva cut him off. "Yes, I know, you're Dean Winchester. The chosen savior." she told him, her voice full of awe.
Dean glanced over at his brother, who looked from Eva to him with wide eyes.
Dean cleared his throat, and shook his head, eyes closing for a brief moment, before opening again as he looked at her, "I, uh, I'm not any savior, chosen or otherwise," he started, but yet again, Eva cut him off, "Oh, yes you are, Uriel has been helping me interpret my dreams and write them down. I know all about what happened to you, about how you sold your soul to save your brother, became the sacrificial lamb, about how an angel raised you from the dead." she turned her head slowly to look at Sam, her smile falling away, "And I know about your brother too." she said softly.
Sam frowned at her, before looking over at Dean then back to Eva, "You know what about me, Eva?" he asked her.
Eva slowly looked away from him, hung her head sadly, "I know about the demon with the yellow eyes, about what he did to you and," she slowly raised her head, looking from Sam to Dean, "And I know why."
Sam and Dean looked at one another, eyes wide. She knew about Azazel? About how he bled in Sam's mouth? And she knew why
Dean and Sam both looked back at her, both speaking at once, "Wait, wait, what!?!" Sam and Dean glared at each other, then looked back at Eva, again both spoke at once, "You know about Azazel?" Dean asked at the same time as Sam said, "You know why he bled in my mouth?" The brother's huffed, and tried again, "You know about my dying and Castiel?" Dean asked her, as Sam asked, "You know about the angels and hell?"
The brother's looked a one another. Well, okay, at least those questions were closer to the same.
Eva held up her hands, looking from one to the other, "Whoa, whoa, slow down. I'll tell you what I know." she said looking at Dean, then looked over at Sam sadly, as she shook her head, "I can't tell you, I'm sorry. Uriel said..."
"Uriel!?! Friggin, Uriel!?!? You talk to Uriel!?!?" Dean spat, rising to his feel and swinging a leg over the bench seat, before beginning to pace angrily, head bowed.
"What the hell is his deal anyway? He doesn't want Sammy to know? Doesn't think my brother's worthy or somethin'?" Dean paused in his pacing, running a hand through his hair, "Sonuva-" he began, only to stop as Uriel appeared, stepping out from around the side of the church.
"Problems, Dean Winchester?" he asked, standing just within view, hands clasped before him.
"Uriel!!" Eva cried out excitedly as she rose to her feet. Carefully she pulled from the bench before running over to the angel and throwing her arms around him.
Uriel chuckled hugging Eva back.
Dean looked at the angel with wide eyes, before looking over at Sam, who seemed just as blown away by the sight of Uriel showing affection for...well...anything.
As Eva drew away from Uriel he looked over at the Winchester's. "You came to hear from the prophet Eva, did you?" he asked them.
"Prophet?" both brother's asked the angel in unison.
Uriel nodded as he made his way over, Eva, with her arm looped around his, waking beside him. "Yes, Dean Winchester. Prophet." he tilted his head to the side, dark eyes sliding to Sam, "And some people aren't to be here when she talks to you." he stated, his tone hard and stern.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Dean told him, "Anything she has to say, she can say in front of Sam. You two don't need to hide anything from my brother!"
Uriel smiled slowly at Dean, "You might take your own advice, Dean Winchester." he told him calmly.
Sam looked over at Dean, frowning in confusion, "Dean? What's he talking about?" Sam asked him.
"Nothin'!" Dean spat, glaring angrily at Uriel, green eyes locked on dark brown, "He doesn't know what he's talking about, Sammy!"
Uriel chuckled and shook his head, looking down, one hand resting on Eva's back as he pulled his arm free from hers, before looking back up at Dean, "You know, you could go to hell for lying, Dean." he told him softly.
Dean continued to glare, "No, thanks. Already been."
Uriel sighed and nodded, as he turned with Eva, helping her take a seat at the picnic table once more, no longer giving the Winchester's his attention, simply dismissing them for the moment.
Pastor Smith pulled to his feet, "Well, Eva, if your friend, Uriel here is going to stay with you, I'm going to head in and clean up. Get some work done." He laid a hand on Eva's arm, "Will you be alright?" he asked her softly.
Eva nodded to him as she smiled, "Yes, of course. Uriel will stay with me. It's fine Pastor." she assured him.
Pastor Smith nodded to her, then looked at Uriel and nodded, "Uriel. You take good care of our girl now." Pastor Smith told him.
Uriel looked at the Pastor and tilted his head to the side, "I shall watch over her as if I were an angel." he told the Pastor, who chuckled softly and nodded, "Good man."
Uriel, Sam and Dean all watched the Pastor walk back into the church. As soon as the door closed Dean looked back at Uriel, "He doesn't know you're an angel!?"
Uriel looked over at him, "Would you by looking at me?"
Dean huffed and shook his head, pacing away from the angel.
"Dean, I can tell you what I know... but," she glanced up at Uriel, "Maybe we should talk about your case first?" she asked as she looked back at Dean.
Dean blinked at her as if he didn't know what she was talking about, glancing at Sam, who was looking at him with raised brows. "Oh." Dean nodded, "Right, right, the case." he said as he walked back over to the picnic table and took a seat, looking at Sam, waiting for him to ask the questions.
"Eva," Sam began, as he leaned forward slightly from where he sat at the picnic table, "What exactly did you see that night?" he asked her.
Uriel chuckled softly, but remained silent.
Eva smiled, as she reached a hand out, laying it on top of one of Sam's. She gasped softly and with drew her hand quickly as she looked up at him eyes wide, lips parted in shock, before she quickly snapped her mouth closed, licked her lips and shook her head. All the while, Dean was asking her, "What is it!? What happened!?"
Eva looked to Dean, "Nothing, nothing happened."
Dean reached out with both hands, cupping her face, making Eva try to shrink back.
"Dean!!" Sam yelled at him, as he reached out to make his brother let go of Eva.
"What did you see
!?!?" Dean asked her through clenched teeth.
Eva stopped struggling, "Same thing you saw." she told him softly.
Sam pulled his hands away from Dean's as he sat back on the bench, eyes wide, going from Eva to Dean and back. He looked at his brother, teeth clenched, "You DO
Dean looked over at his brother, "Shut up, Sam! I do not!"
"See why we told you, he
needed to not be here?" Uriel asked Dean.
Dean glanced up at the angel, eyes full of anger, before he looked at Sam, "If I remembered, I would tell you!" he spat at him, before looking back at Eva and shaking his head, "I don't remember seeing... anything."
Eva looked from Dean to Sam as Dean slowly released his hold on her. She nodded slightly, but she knew he was lying. Her hands were trembling as she laid them flat on the table. "What killed those girls... at my apartment... I think they were after me. They were demons." she told them softly, so softly, both Winchesters had to lean forward to hear her.
Sam and Dean exchanged a look before looking back at her, "Uh, how do you know they were demons?" Dean asked her, "Did you see them?"
Eva shook her head, "No. Not like you do. I saw them with my spiritual eyes." she tilted her head as she gazed... slightly over Dean's shoulder, smiling softly.
Dean looked at her in confusion for a moment, before his brow line smoothed, his eyes widening, "You're... b-blind."
Eva smiled wider, "I can see more than most." she told him chuckling softly.
Sam frowned, looking from his brother to Eva, "So, what did you, uh, see?"
Eva looked over toward Sam, "Nothing like you do. I saw the spirits. Saw blackness and evil. Could see the shadows and smell the sulfur." she explained.
Sam looked back over to Dean with a sigh. Sulfur. Well, that sounded like a demon.
"What do you see when you look at me?" Dean asked her out of the blue.
Eva smiled shyly, before dropping her gaze, her head hanging. "Brilliant light." she answered softly, before looking up at him again, "White light, not as bright as Uriel's, but close."
Dean huffed, shook his head and glanced at Sam before looking back at Eva, "And when you look at Sam?"
Eva turned her head and looked at Sam, then back at Dean. "I'd rather not say." she told him softly.
Sam looked from Eva to Dean and back, muscle twitching in his jaw, "It's alright, Eva. Tell me. What do you see?"
Eva bit her lip, eyes sad and full of worry as she looked from Sam to Dean and back. She licked her lips slowly as she closed her eyes. "I see... you're light isn't so bright... there are black spots... like Swiss cheese all around you..." Slowly her dark eyes opened again, shining with unshed tears, "I'm sorry, Samuel. It has been this way for a while now." she told him softly. "When Azazel did what he did, he knew..." she sighed and looked back at Dean, "It was predestined that Sam would die there that day, that you would make the deal you made. Azazel knew it all. He knew it would happen. Knew that you were one another's greatest weakness and in loosing Dean, Sam would be one step closer to what it was Azazel wanted him to be." Eva told Dean softly.
Dean narrowed his eyes at Eva before pulling from the bench seat and stepping away from her. "There is no such thing as something being predestined, no such thing as fate. We make our own destiny, choose our own fate! This is bullshit!" he glared at Uriel, before looking back at Eva, "Look, I'm sorry we bothered you. We're apparently going to have to go after this, whatever it was that killed those girls another way. You can't help us, that's apparent now." he looked over at his brother, "Come on, Sam, we're leaving!" Dean snapped.
"This is what I was telling you about, Eva. Some mud monkeys can't handle the truth." Uriel said coldly.
Dean turned and glared at the angel, "Truth!?! So, I'm suppose to believe that I played into some damn demon's master plan that damned my brother's soul when all I wanted to do was save him!? You call that truth!?! I call it bullshit! There is no master plan and God is a kid with an ant farm and a magnifying glass!" Dean spat at him angrily.
"Now you're speaking my language." came Ruby's voice.
Dean turned his head toward the far end of the church, to see Ruby stepping out of the shadows. He hung his head swearing under his breath.
Eva sat straighter on the bench, her gaze fixed on the tables surface. "Ruby, the witch that sold her soul to a demon during the plague. Maybe you should have payed more attention to the scriptures that tell us to do witchcraft is an abomination unto the Lord."
Sam and Dean both looked at Eva, mouths open in shock at the venom of her words.
Ruby made her way closer, "I dunno, I was thinking about how close minded certain holier than though prophets tend to lose their heads." Ruby snarked back as she stepped up beside Sam, arms crossed over her chest.
Eva looked up at her, "Then we shall both parish as the scriptures state, 'Suffer not a witch to live'." Eva smirked slightly at her, "Though I will be in Paradise, where will you be....demon?"
Uriel chuckled softly, as Dean stepped between the two women, "Okay, enough! Enough!"
Eva's eyes slid to Sam, "Don't worry, Sam, your soul isn't as black as hers..." her eyes slid back to Ruby as she curled her lip in distaste, "yet."
Ruby rolled her eyes as she looked from Dean to Sam, "Are we done here? You two finished talking to Helen Keller?"
Dean looked over at Ruby glaring, "I said that was enough, Ruby."
Looking back at Eva Dean crouched next to her. "Why, Eva?" he asked softly, "Why did Azazel do what he did to my brother?"
Eva tilted her head down, looking into Dean's face, her unseeing eyes searching the brightness only she could see before she leaned in, her mouth near his ear as she whispered, "He needed a vessel for his father."
Revelation ~~~ Finished
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