Title: "Another kind of angel." Author or
Author: Winchester_Mcdowell
Category: Supernatural.
Rating: All groups
Summary: Dean have not seen (or has lived) everything.
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Nothing.
The slight brightness that until recently he drove on the map has disappeared.
an hour ago for a few seconds, was a big flash, like the reflection of the sun striking the windows of buildings while hiding at dusk, and then nothing.
not want to think about what that might mean, not waiting behind Dean, nervous fingers on the gun under his jacket and anxiety waves radiating from him.
Sam sighs.
needs time has not. He is exhausted. Angie did what it did well. What remains inside is barely enough to keep track of the medium Senora still doing so, dilute your energy. Lower your arms, open your eyes to meet the overcast night sky.
"So?" Urge him his brother's voice from behind. Sam
deep breath before answering putting aside the pounding in his temples.
"Nothing."
swear I hear so low and footprints in the grass of the hill they announce that the hunter is two steps closer.
"Are you playing with me again?"
feel his own anger rise from the depths to merge with their despair.
"I'm trying!", Blurts out without thinking. "It is not easy."
"What? Half an hour ago you were up there doing your role in the New Era. I need a location. Right now! "
Sam turns looking for his brother, ready to respond to provocation, but suddenly the ground beneath their feet has lost its consistency. And while falling for a second, go for the corner of my eye the instinctive movement of Dean approaching him. The touch of the old black jacket against his cheek, the smell of gunpowder, arm tightly around his back, Sam is left to sink in the reminder of other times, better times, safe times. And then ...
is standing, the earth is red like clay. A cafe, a small supermarket, a small square with a pair of giant trees. Angie is a second in front of him, with her jeans skirt, the green fleece jacket, and white socks, looked sad and then no, it's gone. Look straight ahead and an old brick wall she closed the road. No windows, just a cube made of bricks. Climbs, try to hit. Shouts the name of the girl to wear down his throat. An acrid smell fills the place. No need to turn to know that the grunts behind him are not of this world. When you fall over and pinned him against the wall, capturing in his mouth his back, crying again, but now is not the name of the girl that comes out of his mouth. It is only terror.
When she wakes up, gasping for breath, his face impassive Castiel's about it, two fingers pressed against his forehead.
"He's awake," the angel announces, stepping aside. And now it's Bobby who peers with expert wisdom. Further back is Dean supported in the old van, arms folded across his chest, eyes unreadable expression on his watch.
"What happened, boy?", Demands to know Bobby.
is lying on the floor at the foot of the hill where the trail trying to read. He still has a smell to the hounds of hell. Your throat is scratchy. He wondered if indeed he shouted.
"I ...", try a first time. "I ... was ... in a village ... or something .... " Ago, his brother's body is taut, away from the truck, free arms at your sides. "... ... There was a building behind a brick and mini ... had ...", takes a trembling hand to her eyes. "... Dogs of hell." Swallows before continuing. "She was there."
That is enough for Dean to come early.
"Where?"
Sam joins middle and points to the map on the seat of the Bobby Van.
"Could you ...?"
Bobby reaches up and deploy it against Sam. It's hand slides over the names of small towns in the area and stop at one.
"Here." Dean
approaches in no time and check the point where the finger points Sam.
"The Truce? "
Sam Dean nods in silence while I glared looking for some hesitation.
"is forty-five minutes from here," Bobby calculated.
"Okay," Dean doubles the map. "You", aims to Castiel. "Keep your mojo until we get there. You go with Bobby. And you, "and this time goes to Sam. "Come with me. Walking. " He walks purposefully toward the Impala. "Quick!"
It takes a couple of attempts so that Sam can stand alone. When finally reached the door of the vehicle, the Impala has already begun to walk and be almost thrown in to avoid being left behind.
Sam does not remember many trips as quiet as that in the cab of the old vehicle. At first they were fighting their own children whom they had taken the air in there along with reprimands from his father as background music. Then, discussions of adults as they searched for dad the confession of particular sins and testosterone masked deep feelings and his brother's favorite music at full volume when it ran out of words. And then it happened that Dean went to hell. Literally. But that does not count because he has erased his memory of the endless hours of highway driving while gnawing pain and anger inside. Remember only that, still hurts. It takes a hand to the bridge of the nose and close your eyes for a moment.
"Are you okay?"
The tone is carefully indifferent but when she looks up to answer, the green eyes of his brother speak of concern rather than indifference as he examined the road Elya alternately.
"Yeah ..." he says in a whisper, feeling the heart in the chest is shrinking to the small sample of his brother's concern. "Yes, I'm fine." Try
focus your attention on something else, distract from the anguish that push the soul and then discovers the empty cage on the seat rear.
"Where ... where's the cat?" He says, not quite sure that his brother wants to continue the conversation. Dean looks at him but no answers.
"Bobby has a friend nearby. Rumsfeld and Iosephus are there. It makes no sense to risk them too. "
And then another word for the next fifteen minutes, the landscape dark shadows on the window the only distraction from the uncomfortable trip. Then
Dean clears his throat with a slight hoarseness.
"Well, start talking," he says without taking his eyes off the road.
"Huh?" Sam wait, confused, some clue. "About ..."
"About what you know. Hell. The goblins ... Are yours, anyway? "
Sam bites the inside of his mouth trying to stifle their anger at the insinuation.
"No," he says and turns to the window again. "They are not mine"
New minutes of silence. But Dean has just begun.
"How?"
"What?"
"How did you do?"
Oh. That. Sam breathes deeply and closes her eyes. I knew that at some point they would play the subject, but not so soon expected to be major concerns when they settle the mind.
"I have not clear," he answered anyway.
"What do you mean? Do not know how could you leave? "
sighs wearily.
"I can not explain"
"Traffic"
Again he is staring, challenging him to gain their trust other time. Then the words start coming out of Sam's mouth without him even noticing.
screamed for help while fighting Lucifer and Michael. It was frightening and somehow, perversely wonderful. He also fought hand in hand with his guest and at the same time, begging mercy from Heaven Archangel Lucifer because he knew he would not listen. He learned to handle the power he had the scope and resist the onslaught of the grace of blindingly bright Miguel whose essence in contrast to the dark when it seemed sink the other.
can not say that I really had any way (because Adam is long gone) but he knows for certain that Michael has white skin and freckles, and eyes that shine like emeralds when darkness comes all beauty. And remember that while doing the story, he wondered if all the angels look like her brother.
Miguel never responded to their pleas.
All hell fun of his attempts and whispering in their ears the most cruel reminders of complete solitude, neglect that had left theirs. And though he knew it was a lie, soon succumb to the anger that had always brought inside and goodwill at last began to be consumed in the fire of his own demons.
It happened, at some point in eternity, what was at hand. He held out his arm toward the Archangel, one arm I could feel but not see, and touched him and only then, and for a second, stopped fighting. Miguel recalls expanding wings in his anger, his eyes intense and the pain of grace poured out upon him the Archangel, reconstructing fiber by fiber, nerve by nerve in his body. And when he was done, there was a hint of a smile on his radiant face of the Archangel. A terrible noise was heard and then all over the place and was soon out of the cage watching Michael and Lucifer, still inside, they beat each other with savage ferocity and immeasurable power. An outrage of fearsome creatures escaped through a crack up "? Downstairs? It was hard to tell there. The fact is that they made room, he ran and reached through before the width began to recede and disappear into nothingness.
Dean is watching in awe now.
"Miguel ... Do you go? "
Sam looks back, exhausted. Remembering is like living again.
"So it seems."
"Why? I mean ... What was your point? "
" I do not know. "
Hunter bites his lip, pondering what we just heard, always looking ahead, down the road.
"So, you were out. So what? "
Sam looks in its memory. What happened then? Meg. And its bugs.
"I followed the herd, picks up and closes his eyes, refusing to continue rewinding in his head Images of the outrage of freaks around him looking for what their instincts maniacal murderers needed. He also. His brother does not have to know that, why not find out what you did to survive and what Meg tried to do it. That's not lying. Dean does not press this time, let rest a few moments with his head against the passenger window. But Sam knows that Dean needs other answers.
"She was glowing," he says suddenly.
"What?"
"From the first time, when she came to you. Each time you use your grace, she shines. That's how I found her. "
"I thought you said you were looking for me."
"lied" hardly dares to look. "I was following his birth. I did not know it was you. " Flees through the window waiting for the reproach that never arrives. Then sighs. "They also".
"Why?"
"She is very powerful but does not know. I think they want a leader ... a king ... or queen. " Close your eyes. "She ... or me." Listen
the heavy breathing of his brother, a sign of anger.
"Well, damn them all" long after a while. "It's not any of you."
think the day is not clear when they reach the streets of The Truce. The skies are covered even more than before and the only lights under the streetlights on every corner. Parked vehicles as shown that it is giving Sam trying to reach the square that was in his vision.
"I do not like," said Castiel as they alight from the vehicles for the two large cedar trees.
"Welcome the club, Mr. Shrewd, "says Dean, senses alert. "Sam?"
The smell of the spawn of hell is everywhere confusing. Sam looks around but can not tell where they crouch for the attack.
"dogs of hell," says Dean and Bobby and both raise their rifles with bullets blessed salt.
"Where," asks the hunter, but Sam can not answer yet.
The power of the lights not enough to combat the black hole that is the people. Moves two steps to the plaza, looking orientation, and immediately imitate Dean and Castiel. It is impossible to ignore what are now two pairs of eyes watching every movement. Has begun to sweat. Feel the presence of the creatures of the night lurking.
"Everywhere." On the corner of my eye sees them cross from one to the other side of the square-shaped diffuse shadows. Is all that remains of his capacity to contemplate them in their true form. "Pay attention," he warns. The sulfur smell is unbearable.
enramaje Then the shrubs in the open plaza and Dean turns and shoot instinctively. The creature howls and pushes away leaving a trail of rotten blood. Two more fall from the sides towards the group and then four more. Bobby and Castiel realize their own, the first with his rifle and the second sale with the power of his grace. Dean Sam stands before forcing him to stay in the middle of the small group, shooting and missing the mark every time. And as suddenly as they attacked, they disappear back into the deserted streets.
"That was too easy," Castiel says in his tone neutral.
"I agree," said Dean, in turn, "Sam, where?"
But Sam is not yet clear. Moving towards the main street, the group following him closely. Upon reaching the corner of the square is the facade of the Café.
"there", pointing his finger and is all you can say before a child hit him over the side and throw him to the floor with the hot breath of his mouth in the neck. A bang, a whimper, then Dean is putting standing back and gives him a knife, the knife Ruby, without a word, listening to something on their backs.
"Run!" Pushes and is coming after them. This time is of flying. Pterodactyls and ancient creatures with horns and teeth of dogs accompanying dragon shown freely in the eyes of everyone. Castiel covers their backs appearing and disappearing in the middle of the pack, exploding heads, but these are too many and should quit. Sam opens the womb to one who dares to fly too close to his brother Ely. Run to the nearest building and entrench themselves there after destroying the front door only to find they have disappeared again.
"still far too easy," Castiel says.
Dean looks winded.
"Now I disagree."
And then Sam recognizes the building.
"The mini" whispers glancing around.
"What?"
Sam does not respond. Walk to the bottom through the shelves of grocery and warehouse in search of the back door. Leaving the alley, there is. The old brick building. Walk down the hall in complete darkness until the light beam of a flashlight illuminating the way from behind.
"Sam?"
Sam turns to look at his brother holding the flashlight. Further back, Bobby and Castiel also observed.
Point at the end of the alley. Dean continues la seña con el haz de luz. Hay una puerta de madera cerrada como única entrada al edificio de ladrillos.
“Es aquí”, dice Sam sintiendo que le falta el aire. “Angie está adentro”.
No acaba de decirlo cuando, con un aterrador aullido, una criatura horrenda de fauces enormes se deja caer sobre sus cabezas. No es la única, es sólo la primera. De repente están los cuatro enzarzados en una pelea a muerte, atrapados en el callejón, disparando a diestra y siniestra intentando frenarlos al menos. Castiel los protege cuanto can but everyone knows how it will all end if the situation does not change.
Then a sharp cry, the cry of a girl from the building, ripping the air and overlaps the noise of the struggle. Dean no longer needed. Sam sees him get rid of the creature that has the front and running.
"Dean! No, "shouts while her brother is not listening, just snatches the knife in a lightning movement and lets you return your rifle and then open a force of kicking the door of the building while Sam strives in ward the bugs that want to take it in the back. It's the last you see of Dean because he catches a monster on the floor. The claw pierced his side and removed. Sam screams and writhes with pain. Bobby lying on the ground a few feet away tambiéna while Castiel tries to avoid using it for dinner. The old hunter does not move. Sam turns around and faces the creature above it. Not willing to end all this way for Dean to Angie, for all of them. This is your fault. You have to fix it. It hangs from the neck of the creature and bury your teeth together until thick artery succumbs to his mouth.
and baby Sam up short of breath.
Dean breaks through cutting throats and eviscerating demons within, without any precaution shouting the name of your child while the quarter looks dirty and empty until you find the right and shoved him down the door. But when it enters and stops in the doorway, one falls on it. The only light was a wire hanging from the ceiling and moves like a pendulum altering the shadows inside the room.
Angie is at the bottom, back to him, messy hair, all alone. The only sound in the room is off the girl's sobbing. The heart of the hunter gets in his chest.
"Angie?" Flame toward her but she remains in the same position, whimpering.
"You abandoned me, Daddy. You made a promise and failed me. "
"No, no, no, darling," he hastens to correct. "I'm here," and placed his hand on the small shoulder.
the girl's head spins on his neck before the horror of the hunter, exposing her black eyes and dried blood around his mouth.
"Too late, Daddy."
Dean next moment flying through the air to be affixed to the wall, a foot from the ground, hands and legs spread. Grit your teeth, enduring the pain, not just your back and every muscle in your body, but inside, the tear in his soul to what you just saw in your child. For a second he hopes that everything has been a deception, a vision caused to torture as so often has happened already, but when he can focus his eyes again, Angie is there in front of him, the same black eyes, painted mouth the same blood and beside a woman who recognizes immediately despite the change of packaging.
"Meg"
"Hi, Dean. How do you like my work? Flawless, is not it? "
" You piece of shit. "
"Language, Deanna" covers one side of his mouth with his hand concealing it from Angie. "There are children present," she whispers.
"Give me back my daughter or I swear that I will want to relocate your ass in hell and not go out anymore."
"Like you could." He looks up and down with lust studied while biting his lower lip. "What things can I do to you now."
"Traffic", the challenges. "Maybe may surprise you. Bitch. " Meg
smiles wickedly.
"Oh, Deanna. Always the gentleman, "
" And you such a bitch. "
Meg makes a subtle gesture with one finger. The girl promptly hand grips his throat hunter gets shut off the air. Meg looks at his watch on his wrist while Dean struggles to bring some oxygen to your lungs. Of no use trying to connect to Angie's eyes. This goes black as night outside. After nearly reaching the minute, the devil put aside your watch and touch the shoulder of the girl.
"It is enough for now, dear." The pressure is relieved and the hunter breathes despair. Meg takes a step toward him, defiant. "See? She's mine now. So cry, baby. "
"I'm going to rip it with my own hands, bitch."
"That is what I like about you! Champion of lost causes! Always wanting the impossible. You're a good material to play . Only, you know, we all have to pay for our sins. And I think somebody has to resolve outstanding accounts with you. And the charges are ... "is a theatrical side and gives the pass to Angie.
"This is all your fault Dean", accuses the girl with face impassive. "I trusted you, came to you and me down" a gesture of his hand and a rib in the torso Hunter sinks to utter a crash. Dean holds clenched teeth. "Come on, Deanna," continues the girl in a terrifying tone similar to Meg. "Will not you say anything? Will not you defend yourself? Oh, sure. I forgot. That stupid sense of justice yours, right? That says you deserve every bad thing that happens to you in going because I failed! ", A second and third rib explode immediately forcing the hunter to utter a faint cry.
The devil comes forward and calls attention small.
"Honey, you're doing an excellent job, no doubt about it, and he definitely deserves it. But it is better if we continue with the traditional method to save energy ... "placed in the hand of the girl Ruby's knife has risen from the place where the hunter dropped it into the and surprise attack. "... And it is always fun to play hurt Dean Winchester." Angie caresses her hair and away for her to do the job. "Go, little girl." Angie air rises slowly to face the hunter. "This is going to be a poem."
She extends her arm with a knife wielded and calmly circling the edge of the blade contour of the neck of his father after the birth of their ears, as if it were decided by do ; where to start slicing. Finally, stop with the knife under the right eye socket. And it does nothing. Keeps it there, in a position to remove the eyeball in one motion. But it does nothing.
"Honey, do not play with food" admonishes the devil from the back. Angie
handle fits in your hand. And only that.
"Honey," Dean then tells you, so softly that only she can hear. "No matter what you do. I'm not mad at you. You're a bright and beautiful girl. My girl. "
"Your tongue is deceitful," replied the girl immediately.
"Look into my eyes and tell me I'm lying."
"Oh, stop it with the cheesy speech!" Devil exclaims impatiently. "Just do it, damn brat!"
She looks at him straight in the eye as he asked, his head cocked. Nothing happens and then the black of his eyes back to stop soot appears timidly a green.
"I am your father and I came for you."
the girl's eyes sparkle.
"You came."
"Yes, I came."
pressure of his body against the wall gradually disappears and they begin to descend toward the ground.
"Oh, come on!" Explodes Meg understanding what happens. In a single move away to the Senora rips the knife from hand to bury one, two, three times in the belly of the hunter.
"Papi!, Angie and Meg cries out, furious, turned to her, the knife, red with the blood of Dean.
"He not your daddy ", a gesture of his hand and the girl returns to the impassive as before, look at the ground where it has fallen to its knees. The demon returns its attention to the fallen body and unaware of the hunter. "Not anymore."
The sound of footsteps on the run in the door she turns toward the entrance. A giant figure standing in the doorway.
"Great! Sammy joined the party, "then note terracotta stain around his mouth. "Wow! Have we returned to the ring? "
Sam walks his gaze between the Senora Hunter collapsed at the foot of the wall. His eyes blazed with anger when they stop at the devil.
"So you want to accept the offer now?" Said Meg cheerfully, confident in its power over the girl his feet. "This is hot! You return for the child. Take it or leave it. But claims are not accepted status at time of delivery. Maybe it's the last thing you wanted to be your brother. "What?"
monster's blood boiled in his veins yet, but fades quickly. It's a feeling that has learned to recognize the power of becoming extinct and clamoring for more. Maybe I can with Meg. Maybe not. You may need to accept and try to heal after a father and daughter. Sam looks at Dean fell on the pool of his own blood and decide.
"None"
raises his hand to the devil and start to press. Long ago but still does not remember the procedure as taught Ruby. The black smoke comes out for each opening in the body of Meg, but again almost immediately enter clinging to his guest with all his will. The brown face, the concentration entirely on the task of taking away the devil his lair. The pain settles behind his eyes, battering his brain. An effort Masy's all over, he hopes. It is not enough, you can not Masy loose and is the moment that the devil takes to escape. The body of the possessed girl until recently dropped, lifeless eyes, white skin to impossible. In an instant the cloud has lifted to the ceiling and the next has been thrown back Angie's head and entered his throat.
"Kill me and kill the girl!" Dual voice warns you when Sam is on the small ready to finish what begun. Sam
dare not, stand still, she ríey soars, Senora demon, and disappears into thin air leaving the room stinking smell of ash and sulfur content of their race.
continued ...
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