Started: 14.02.27
Finished: 20.03.31
Words: 5,713
Destiel, Sabriel
“Sam!”
A hand slapped itself over Gabriels’ mouth, “Are you trying to get us killed?” Cas narrowed his eyes, voice barely above a whisper, “I said last we knew it was empty.”
Gabriel glared at the angel but nodded, allowing him to remove his hand, “I can’t believe you sent him here alone.”
Dean cocked an eyebrow as he checked the perimeter, “Are you forgetting he used to hunt all the time alone?”
“And look at what that got him.” Gabriel trailed behind the pair, ticking the items off on his fingers, “Addicted to demon blood, possessed by Luci, thrown into the Cage, soulless-”
“I don’t need a play-by-play,” Dean spun around to face the angel, “I was the one who was there, remember?”
“And maybe if you did a better job-”
“If I recall,” The blonde rushed the angel, pinning him against the wall, “It was your family that started the shit-storm me and my brother went through. So if anyone is to blame, it’d be you.”
“Dean.” Cas’ warning made the blonde drop him. He joined the trench-coated angel a few steps away, starring up at the stairs, “He shouldn’t have gotten too far.”
Gabriel shook his head, “If you had just listened to me-”
“Oh, here we go.” Dean rolled his eyes as they started up the stairs, “All hail the great know-it-all.”
“Well I have been around longer than your puny brain can comprehend. Think that gives me a bit of an edge, don’t you?”
“Gives you more time to make mistakes, maybe.”
“Stop it.” Cas stopped in the middle of the hall, blasting all the doors open, shoulders slumping as they were all empty, “This doesn’t make sense.”
“What?”
“We were only a few seconds behind him,” Cas frowned, eyes narrowing as he thought, “He should’ve still been standing downstairs.”
“So… what? Something took him?”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
Dean shook his head, ignoring the comment as he turned back to his boyfriend, “I thought this place was warded?”
Gabriel let out a low whistle, “How short is your memory?” At the blank stares he let out a sigh, “The demons joined the party around the time Dean got surrounded by vamps, remember?”
Cas shook his head, “I came back after and finished the warding.”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, “You expect me to believe you came back here, after it was overrun by monsters, defeated all of them – alone – and then warded the place?” He turned disbelieving eyes to the hunter, “Do you buy that?”
Dean held up his hands in mock surrender as he shrugged, “I didn’t go back with him.”
Cas huffed before pushing past the men, making his way toward the stairs, “I can prove it.”
They followed him down the staircase, toward the back door. He ripped a strip of wallpaper off the wall, revealing painted sigils, “See?” His brows furrowed as he saw the sigils, “Wait… this isn’t right.” He ripped off another few strips of wallpaper, swallowing thickly as he revealed some of the sigils had been scribbled over. He took a few steps back from the wall, head tilting as he starred at it. “I… don’t understand.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Dean held up his hand as Gabriel opened his mouth, “Aside from the obvious?”
The raven-haired angel shook his head, “This warding prevented them from getting in. But they would’ve had to come inside to disable them this way.”
“… And?”
“Not the brightest bulb, are you, Dean-O?” At the hunters’ look Gabriel let out a dramatic sigh, “A monster would’ve just created an earthquake or something to break the warding from the outside. But these were scribbled out, which means-”
“They would’ve had human help.”
“Well, give the man a cigar.” Gabriel rolled his eyes before bringing his hand up to rub his chin as he thought, “So… who does Sam know who’d be willing to work with monsters?”
“Whoa,” Dean held up his hands, brows furrowing, “What makes you think it’s someone Sam knew?”
“Well he’s not here, is he?” Gabriel gestured to the empty house, “And – assuming Bro here didn’t zap him somewhere else – since there’s no signs of a struggle, that means he went with whoever it was willingly.”
“I sent him here.” Cas finally turned from the wall, “Whoever it is must also have the necklace.”
“Okay, so…” the blonde looked between the two angels, “who would Sam trust?”
—
Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blonde in the drivers’ seat. It had been so long since he’d seen her. Even longer since he’d seen her smiling, and although he wasn’t happy to learn she’d been hunting, he was just grateful to be within arms reach of her again. She was right there.
He couldn’t wrap his brain around it, he had watched her burn to death on the ceiling – and yet here she was, tapping her thumb against the steering wheel in time with the music. Just like she used to. He was doing his best to ignore the small part of him that told him something wasn’t right. He wasn’t stupid, when did these things ever not come with a price? But she’d passed every test he’d given her with flying colours, so he decided he would let himself enjoy it, at least for a little while.
“Will you quit starring?” Jess flashed him that gorgeous smile he’d forgotten all about, flicking her eyes off the road for a moment, “It’s starting to get creepy.”
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