Angels, demons, Lilith and the 66 seals.
Ever since the intervention of rescuing the eldest Winchester from Hell and bringing him back to life, the angels explain that they've arrived on Earth for the first time in two decades in order to prevent th...
Sam repeatedly read over the three words that was currently on the screen of his phone.
"So what does Madelyn think of us meeting Ruby in Cheyenne?" Dean asked, briefly glancing at his younger brother before returning his gaze back to the road ahead.
Sam cleared his throat softly and shifted in his seat as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. "I, uh.." He stammered. "I didn't tell her.."
The eldest brother spared another glance towards the youngest and rolled his eyes with a slight shake of his head.
"Oh, like you haven't told Camryn that you were coming with me." The shaggy haired male stated, seeing his brother's expression.
"That's where you are wrong, little brother." The sandy haired male replied. "I did tell her. And I told her that she can tell Madelyn if she wants to, which I think she should. Unlike yourself, I don't keep secrets from my girlfriend."
The taller hunter released a soft sigh. "Maddie is not my girlfriend.." He responded with a quiet tone.
"But you sure as hell want her to be, and lying ain't gonna get you anywhere with her." The shorter of the two stated with a sigh of his own. "Personally, I don't give a rat's ass if Cami tells her or not."
Sam turned towards his older brother with an arched brow. "What's the matter with you?" He asked.
"Pamela didn't want anything to do with this and we dragged her back into it, Sam." Dean answered, his verdant gaze trained on the road.
"She knew what was at stake." The younger Winchester mentioned.
"Oh yeah." The eldest scoffed. "Saving the world. And we're doing such a damn good job of it."
"Dean--"
"I'm tired of burying friends, Sam."
"Look, we catch a fresh trail--"
"And we follow it, I know." Dean said, cutting his brother off in mid-sentence with a tired sigh. "Like I said, I'm just - I'm just getting tired."
"Well, get angry." Sam sighed and shifted his gaze out of the window.
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The drive took longer than the brothers had anticipated, with Dean wanting nothing more than to be in lying in Camryn's arms.
He'd kill to be lying in his girlfriend's arms with his head on her lap as she ran her fingers through his sandy brown hair, but the bed in another crappy motel room would have to suffice for now.
"Ah, home crappy home." He muttered stepping into the room while Sam flicked on the lights.
But instead of an empty motel room, the brothers were met with two angels - one who happened to be the girls' father.
"Winchester and Winchester." Uriel drawled.
"Oh come on." Dean muttered with a groan and a shake of his head.
"You are needed." The angel stated.
"Needed?" The eldest hunter repeated with an arched brow. "We just got back from being needed."
"Now, mind your tone with me." Uriel warned.
"No, you mind your damn tone with us." Dean snapped with a glare.
Sam sighed softly. "We just got back from Pamela's funeral." He explained, more calmly than his older brother.
"Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cas, you remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times." The sandy haired male stated, sarcasm dripping in his tone as he settled his gaze onto the Angel in the trenchcoat. "Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!"
"We raised you out of Hell for our purposes." Uriel glared coldly.
"Yeah, what were those again?" Dean sassed. "What exactly did you want from me?"
"Start with gratitude."
"Oh." The hunter responded sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.
"Dean, we know this is difficult to understand." Castiel said, speaking up for the first time as he came to a stop beside his brother.
"And we--" The suit-cladded Angel began and looked at the blue eyed Angel next to him. "-- don't care. Now, seven Angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight."
"Demons?" Dean quizzed. "How they doing it?"
"We don't know." Uriel responded. "The Nephilims are looking into it."
"I'm sorry, but what do you want expect them to do about it?" Sam questioned.
Uriel shifted his gaze onto the tallest of the two hunters. "They can handle the demons, thank you very much."
"Once we find whoever it is." Castiel added.
"So you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean asked.
"Not quite." The Angel in the trenchcoat replied. "We have Alastair."
"Great." The sandy haired male responded with a shrug. "He should be able to name your trigger man."
"But he won't talk." Castiel stated. " Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse."
"Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture. I mean, you guys are out of your league." Dean shrugged as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
"That's why we've come to his student." Uriel said, his eyes firmly set on the eldest brother with a smirk while Dean's had begun to falter. "You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got."
"Dean, you are our best hope." Castiel added.
The eldest brother's gaze fell to the floor, his body rigid. "No. No way." He said with a shake of his head before he shifted his gaze onto the father of his girlfriend. "You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this." He begged.
Uriel stepped closer towards the hunter, his smirk broadening. "Who said anything about asking?"
It had all happened within a blink of an eye.
One minute, Sam and his brother were in the motel room with the two Angels and the next, he was all alone, his eyes darting around the room for his older brother.
