Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Hell Can Be Home Too ❯ Chapter 8

Disclaimer: Not mine.

By the way, no town is listed in this episode that I could find, however the population is so I looked up US towns with the population and randomly picked one.

 

Chapter 8

 

Bobby stared out into his yard with a small smile. Watching the boys fool around, it was just like old times. They were so much like they had been as humans that sometimes he could forget that they were demons now. They had gone out yesterday and come back with the Impala which they had then spent hours cleaning and polishing.

 

“They are not normal.” A calm voice stated and Bobby spun around in shock.

 

“Don't angels ever knock?” Bobby grumbled as his heart rate slowly calmed.

“As for those two, don't think they were ever normal so why should they start now? I've known them since they were kids, nothing they wouldn't do for the other or those they're loyal to. I'm curious though, if you were meant to yank Dean out before he could break the Seal, why wait so long? Why not get him out almost straight away? Sam wouldn't have had time to go after him then and they'd....they'd still be human.” Bobby asked and Castiel thought about it.

 

“I....I do not know. I acted as soon as I was given the order too.” Castiel admitted.

 

“And Dean wasn't even the one who broke the Seal....no offence but I get the feeling, someone's working their own plan here.” Bobby said and Castiel looked shocked but then contemplative. Bobby glanced out the window and then back only to find the angel was gone again.

“At least the boys let me know when they're gonna do that.” He grumbled, laughing as Dean flipped and pinned Sam.

 

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Sam smiled as he watched Dean practise. It didn't show often but Dean was still getting used to having his body back so Sam made sure he practised whenever possible. Sam loved that Dean had his body back; he'd never said anything but he could feel the difference when they were together. But he hadn't wanted to make Dean feel like he was letting him down when they had believed Dean would never have his body back. Sam knew he owed Castiel more than just helping with something he would have done anyway, he would protect the angel because he gave Dean back the one thing Sam couldn't. And for someone who was technically on the other side he wasn't bad, a bit clueless sure, but not a bad guy, er angel. Speaking of...

 

“Hey Castiel.” Sam greeted as the angel appeared.

“Here to say hi or is it another Seal?”

 

“Another Seal.” Castiel stopped to watch Dean.

 

“He's still adjusting to having his body back. I don't want him forgetting in the middle of a fight.” Sam said and the angel nodded.

 

“A witch will raise Samhain.” Castiel told him, apparently fascinated by Dean telekinetically juggling cutlery.

 

“Don't suppose you know where?” Sam asked.

“Or what or who Samhain is?”

 

“Samhain is a demon, a possible match for you in power when fully unleashed. He is the origin for the mortal tradition of Halloween. The spell to call him back can only be performed once every six hundred years.”

 

“And this Halloween marks six hundred years?” Dean asked as he joined them, showing that he had been listening.

 

“Yes. The first blood sacrifice has already happened, there are two left over two days. The last must happen before midnight on the final day of the harvest of the Celtic calendar, October 31st.” Castiel explained.

“Once he has risen he can summon others. It must be stopped; if you cannot do it then the town will be destroyed to do so.”

 

“Okay so where are we headed?”

 

“Douglas, Michigan.” Castiel said and they went inside.

 

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“Bobby wasn't too happy about being left behind. Bet we find itching powder in the sheets when we get back.”

 

“That's your thing not Bobby's.” Sam answered, grinning at Dean as they put their things away in the motel. Dean just shrugged in response and opened the local paper.

 

“Think I found not only victim number one but looks like we missed number two if they made the evening paper.” Dean called and Sam moved over to read over his shoulder. Luke Wallace dead from choking on razor blades and Jenny, no last name given yet since the family hadn't been notified at time of printing, died while bobby for apples.

“Guess we get to play detective...we haven't done that since....” Dean bit his lip so Sam bumped shoulders with him.

 

“Like riding a bike bro. Think we should see if anyone's still at the party, interview them before doing Wallace's family?” Sam asked and hid a smile as Dean straightened and nodded.

 

“Sounds good.” They left the motel and headed for the crime scene. They watched a cop talking to a girl and then went to join but Dean stopped Sam.

“I've got it.” He said and headed down the stairs, not seeing Sam's happy smile.

 

“It's just so weird, the water in the tub it wasn't hot, I had just been in there myself.” A young woman was telling the officer as Dean approached and something about her tugged at his senses.

 

“Your friend didn't happen to know a man named Luke Wallace?” He asked when he was close enough. The girl and cop turned so he held up a quickly created badge.

“Agent Seger, F.B.I.” Dean identified himself.

“Um, who's Luke Wallace?” She asked.

 

“He died yesterday.” Dean informed her and she shrugged.

 

“I don't know who that is.” She answered and Dean caught Sam hiding something in his coat.

 

“Okay, thanks.” Dean headed over to Sam who showed him the hex bag. Jenny was definitely the second sacrifice.

 

“Just Mrs. Wallace to talk too.” Sam said as they headed outside, opting to take the quicker way back to the motel.

 

“Bit late for even FBI to be making house calls so guess we go tomorrow. What should we do to pass the time?” Dean asked with a small smile and Sam grinned, wrapping his arms around.

 

“This?” Sam asked, leaning in to kiss him. Dean sighed happily, wrapping his arms around Sam as he returned the kiss.

 

“Brilliant idea.”

 

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“Now how many razor blades did they find?” Sam asked, pretending to take notes.

 

“Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them, how is that even possible?” Mrs. Wallace answered, almost in tears again. She noticed Dean looking around the stove and frowned.

“The candy was never in the oven.” She said and Dean moved away.

 

“We just have to be thorough Mrs. Wallace.” He told her.

 

“Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?” Sam took her attention again so Dean could keep searching.

 

“No, I mean, I don't think so. I just- I can't believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?” She answered.

 

“More than you might imagine.” Sam told her and she started crying. Dean shot him a look and Sam shrugged. He held out his hand, showing the hex bag he'd found and Sam sighed.

“Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?” he asked, hoping the witch was someone linked to both victims, that would make them easier to find.

“Enemies?” She asked in surprise.

“Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?” Sam tried and she frowned.

“What do you mean?”

 

“Co-workers? Neighbors? Maybe a woman.” Sam fought down a flash of irritation, glad he powers were a lot more controlled or she may have seen his eyes flash. Dean moved a bit closer, obviously sensing his emotions.

 

“Are you suggesting an affair?” Was the affronted question and Dean took over.

 

“Is it possible?” Dean asked gently.

 

“No! No, Luke would nev-“ She denied and Dean nodded.

 

“I'm very sorry, we just have to consider all possibilities.” He told her and she nodded in understanding.

 

“If someone wanted to kill my husband don't you think they'd find a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat?” Was the last thing she said before they left.

 

“So Mr. Wallace was definitely the first victim. But are they picked randomly or connected?” Dean wondered as they walked away. Sam suddenly pushed him into an alley.

“Sam?”

 

“Look.” He whispered and Dean peeked out at the street. Heading for the Wallace's was the girl from the night before.

“So much for not knowing them.” Sam pointed out and Dean nodded before they went back to the motel to research. Thankfully Bobby had kept Sam's laptop.

 

“So got anything one her yet?” Dean asked after a while from where he was sprawled on their bed. Sam looked up at smiled at him.

 

“Her name's Tracy Davis.” He answered and then went back to work.

“So, our apple bobbing cheerleader?” He finally said and Dean looked up.

 

“Tracy?”

 

“Mm-hmm?” Sam answered.

“The Wallace's babysitter.” Sam stated.

 

“Told me she never even heard of Luke Wallace.” Dean grumbled.

 

“Huh, interesting look for a centuries old witch.”

 

“Yeah, well, if you were a six-hundred-year hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader? I would, hmm… “ Dean let it trail off and Sam growled making Dean laugh and walk over to kiss him.

 

“Well, Tracy's not as wholesome as she looks. Did some digging, apparently she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers, got suspended from school.” Sam continued once they parted. He pushed the screen over to Dean who read the report.

NOTE: Student was suspended for a violent act on a teacher.

STUDENT NAME Tracy Davis

ADDRESS 27 Lirewenshire Lane

PARENT NAME Jerome Walker Davis

PARENT NAME Mary Jane Kanoli Davis

STUDENT EMAIL tracydavis@kadsf.std2

PARENT EMAIL jwdavis@qerqwe.com

GRADE 11

HOME ROOM Mr. Goldwyn

COUNCELLOR Mrs. Parks

EMERGENCY CONTACT Mary Davis 555-0892

 

“Guess we need to check out the school then.” Dean said and then checked the clock.

“Better hurry too.” It was already two o'clock.

 

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“You'd think finding her in this small a place would be easy.” Dean grumbled as they headed back to their room.

 

“It's not that small but we've only got a couple of hours left. This is not looking good.” Sam unlocked the door and they headed inside.

 

“Castiel! Checking up on us?” Sam asked as he spotted the angel, smiling at him in greeting.

 

“Who's your friend?” Dean asked, spotting the second figure first.

 

“The raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?” Castiel asked instead of answering, making the brothers nervous. Castiel usually at least answered them.

“Why?” Dean asked.

 

“Dean, have you located the witch?” Castiel almost sounded...nervous and sad.

 

“Yes, we've located the witch.” Dean answered, managing a small smile for the angel.

 

“And is the witch dead?” Castiel pushed and this time it was Sam who answered. Castiel walked over to the table by the bed.

 

“Apparently the witch knows who you are too.” He picked up a hex bag and showed it to him.

“This was inside the wall of your room. This is powerful enough it may have affected even you, Dean at least. Do you know where the witch is now?

 

“We're working on it.” Dean told him.

 

“That's unfortunate.” Castiel stated sadly.

“Lucifer cannot rise, the breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs.” He told them and they both felt a pit of dread growing in their hearts.

 

“Okay, great, well now that you're here, why don't you tell us where the witch is, we'll gank her and everybody goes home.” Dean told him and Castiel shook his head.

 

“We are not omniscient, this witch is very powerful, she's cloaked even our methods.” He admitted.

 

“Okay, well we already know who she is, so if we work together-“ Sam started but he was cut off.

 

“Enough of this.” The second angel said.

 

“Okay, who are you and why should I care?” Dean growled, eyes flashing for a second. The angel turned and glared at him but it was Castiel who answered.

 

“This is Uriel, he's what you might call a…specialist.”

 

“What kind of specialist? What are you gonna do?” Dean demanded and Sam restrained him with a hand. He knew they could take one angle, but two? And he didn't want to fight Castiel.

 

“You- uh both of you, you need to leave this town immediately.” Castiel continued and Sam frowned.

 

“Why?” He asked.

 

“Because we're about to destroy it.” Castiel stated calmly and the brothers exchanged shocked looks.

 

“So this is your plan, you're gonna smite the whole friggin' town?” Dean growled and Castiel looked apologetic.

 

“We're out of time, this witch has to die, the seal must be saved.” Castiel tried to explain.

 

“There are a thousand people here.” Sam argued.

 

“One thousand two hundred fourteen.” Uriel corrected him and Sam glared at him.

 

“And you're willing to kill them all?” Sam questioned, and they called him and Dean demons.

 

“This isn't the first time I've…purified a city.” Uriel shot back.

 

“Look, I understand this is regrettable.” Castiel tried to make peace.

 

“Regrettable?” Dean yelled.

“We have to hold the line; too many seals have broken already.” Castiel was all but begging them to understand.

 

“So you screw the pooch on some seals and this town has to pay the price?” Dean snapped out, his eyes shifting to demonic.

 

“It's the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion, there's a bigger picture here.” Castiel actually raised his voice and for once didn't step away at the show of demonic power, either he was getting used to it or wasn't worried since he had backup.

 

“Right, cause you're bigger picture kind of guys.” Dean snarled.

 

“Lucifer cannot rise, he does and hell rises with him. Is that something that you're willing to risk?” Castiel snapped back angrily, wings unfurling and Sam pulled Dean back.

 

“We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die.” Sam told them calmly.

“We're wasting time with these demons.” Uriel spat out and Castiel turned to him.

 

“I'm sorry, but we have our orders.” Castiel whispered.

 

“No, you can't do this, you're angels, I mean aren't you supposed to- You're supposed to show mercy.” Sam pleaded.

 

“Says who?” Uriel commented and for the first time Sam's eyes flashed yellow.

 

“We have no choice.” Castiel implored.

“Of course you have a choice, I mean, come on, what? You've never questioned a crap order, huh? What are you both just a couple of hammers?” Dean argued.

 

“Look, even if you can't understand it, have faith, the plan is just.” Castiel looked puzzled at his imploring demons to have faith but he still said it.

“How can you even say that?” Sam asked.

 

“Because it comes from heaven, that makes it just.” Castiel answered softly, not breaking eye contact with Sam.

 

“Oh, it must be nice, to be so sure of yourselves.” Dean grumbled.

“Tell me something Dean, when your father gave you an order, didn't you obey?” Castiel tried and Dean looked surprised for a second before shaking his head.

 

“Well sorry boys, looks like the plans have changed.” Dean stated.

 

“You think you can stop us?” Uriel asked and the brothers could feel angelic power flooding the room.

 

“Maybe. But we don't have too, we just have to kill the witch before you can smite the town.” Dean turned to Castiel, pleading with his now green eyes.

“We can do this, we will find that witch and we will stop the summoning.”

“Castiel! I will not let these de-“ Uriel started but Castiel held up a hand.

 

“Enough!” Castiel commanded before staring at the brothers.

“I suggest you move quickly.” With that the angels were gone.

 

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“The decision's been made.” Castiel stated, looking out at the children playing. Uriel just laughed.

 

“By a mud monkey turned demon.”

 

“You shouldn't call them that.” Castiel chastised him.

 

“Ah, it's what they are, savages, just plumbing on two legs. The fact that these two willingly became demons makes them even worse.”

 

“You're close to blasphemy.” Castiel warned and Uriel sighed.

“There's a reason we were sent to save him, he has potential, he may succeed here. Even if we were too late to keep him human he still cares for them.” Castiel sat on the bench beside Uriel with a tired sigh.

“And any rate, it's out of our hands.”

 

“It doesn't have to be.” Uriel argued.

 

“And what would you suggest?”

 

“That we drag them out of here and then we blow this insignificant pinprick off the map.” Uriel stated, knowing Castiel would not leave them behind.

 

“You know our true orders, are you prepared to disobey?” Castiel all but snapped and Uriel just looked at him before leaving. Castiel leant back against the bench and smiled as he watched two children playing innocently. He did not understand Uriel's outlook towards humans at all.

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Sam lay dazed on the floor. Tracy had surprised them so they had been vulnerable to her magic but not now. He snarled, features shifting to demonic as he stood, moving protectively in front of Dean. He bared his fangs and she gasped, backing away a step. That was all he needed to lash out with his own powers, sending her flying and giving Dean time to recover and roll to his feet.

 

“No! You won't stop me! Why are you even trying? You're demons!” She yelled and it was Sam who answered.

 

“That doesn't mean we can't care about people you bitch!” He snarled and Dean smiled at Sam's answer. Sometimes he worried that his always compassionate brother was losing that part of himself. Oh Dean knew Sam would die for him or Bobby but he had become...colder to anyone not family so it was good to hear him say that in the heat of the moment. While Tracy was busy trying to fight Sam's powers Dean reached out and telekinetically snapped her neck. She looked surprised for a split second before she went limp in death. Sam was breathing heavily, still angry and Dean wrapped his arms around him, offering his neck and rubbing his face against Sam's, trying to help him calm down. Sam took a deep breath and placed a gentle kiss against Dean's neck before claiming his lips.

“You okay?” He whispered and Dean nodded.

 

“Let's get out of here. We stopped the Seal breaking.” Dean said and Sam nodded, transporting them back to their room where they collapsed on the bed, eagerly tearing at each other's clothes. They'd almost failed and that was a scary thought but they had won and they were safe for now. Sam rolled them so Dean was on top, something that happened rarely but Dean knew Sam just needed to let someone else take charge for the time being. And he wasn't complaining about it at all. He took his time teasing Sam before beginning to prepare him. And when he finally entered him his fangs pierced Sam's throat, making his brother moan before Sam sunk his own fangs into Dean's skin. They didn't often take each other's blood but both craved the connection this time.

 

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Dean was sitting on a park bench watching kids play when he sensed Castiel's arrival. Sam was still asleep inside but Dean had needed to see proof that they'd succeeded.

“We did it. You mad we couldn't save the guy?” Dean asked tightly and Castiel sighed.

 

“I am not here to judge you Dean.” He answered softly.

 

“Then why are you here?” Dean asked.

 

“Our orders-“ Castiel started but Dean cut in.

 

“Yeah, you know, I've had about enough of these orders of yours-“

 

“Our orders were not to stop the summoning of Samhain, they were to do whatever you told us to do.” Castiel said and Dean felt his jaw drop. Someone ordered angels to follow a demon's orders? In what world did that make any sense?

 

“Your orders were to follow my orders?” He asked, just to be sure.

 

“It was a test, to see how you would perform under, battlefield conditions, you might say. To see how far you both were willing to go to help humans.”

 

“It was a witch, not the Tet Offensive. So I uh- failed your test huh? I get it. But you know what? If you would have waved that magic time travelling wand of yours and we had to do it all over again, I'd make the same call. Cause see, I don't know what's gonna happen when these seals are broken, hell I don't even know what's gonna happen tomorrow. But what I do know is, that this, here? These kids, the swings, the trees, all of it is still here because of my brother and me.” Dean answered angrily and Castiel held up a hand. Dean could see the tension in him since he'd started leaking power so he struggled to pull it back in. He didn't like it when the angel got nervous around them.

 

“You misunderstand me Dean, I'm not like you think, I was praying that you would choose to save the town.” Castiel told him quietly and Dena's eyes went wide.

 

“You were?” He asked just as softly, turning to fully face the angel.

 

“These people, they're all my father's creations. They're works of art, and yet, even though you stopped Samhain, the seal was broken and we are one step closer to hell on earth, for all creation. Now that's not an expression Dean, it's literal. You of all people should appreciate what that means. Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?” Castiel suddenly asked and Dean nodded.

 

“Okay.”

“I'm not a…hammer as you say, I have questions, I have doubts. I don't know what is right and what is wrong anymore, whether you passed or failed here. But in the coming months you and Samuel will have more decisions to make, I don't envy the weight that's on your shoulders Dean. I truly don't.” Castiel whispered and Dean instinctively reached out to lay a hand on the angel's shoulder, trying to offer comfort. Castiel gave him a sad smiled and then vanished.

TBC...