The Dream I Dreamed (A Dean Winchester Love Story)

Chapter 10: And Wasted

A/N: This chapter and the next are based off of season 9 episode 9, Holy Terror. Credit and thanks to Supernatural Wiki for the transcripts.

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Chapter 10 And Wasted

Sam and Dean sat in the main room of the bunker, Sam hunched over a pile of papers and Dean scrolling through an article on the computer telling about a slaughtered biker gang. The Winchesters suspected feuding angels and were doing their best to get to the bottom of the heavenly skirmishes. Hope, Cas, and Kevin were in the library, still working on translating the tablet.

Dean looked up as Hope walked in, brushing a few strands of short, golden hair out of her eyes. She came to stand behind Dean and wrapped her arms around his neck, peeking at the computer screen over his shoulder and frowning.

"Tired of translating the God Rock?" Dean asked  playfully, pushing his chair back and pulling Hope into his lap.

"Mmm." The angel murmured, pressing a quick kiss to Dean's lips. "They've got some sort of system. Sometimes I feel like I'm more of a hindrance than a help." She ruffled Dean's short, dirty-blonde hair. "So I thought I'd come see how you guys are doing."

Dean frowned. "I haven't made any progress. Sam?" he asked, looking up at his brother who was still reading the papers in front of him.

"Hmm?" Sam asked, glancing up.

"What do you got?"

"Obituaries." He replied, holding up a paper so Hope and Dean could see. Dean rolled their chair around to get a better view.

"Is that one of the bikers'?" Hope asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah. His name was Red Dawg."

Dean snorted. "Of course it was."

"It's not what you think." Sam told him. "Look; he's a family guy. Big in the PTA, he played Santa at Christmas parties"

"So, what?" Dean scoffed. "Just one day he up and joined a biker gang."

Sam shook his head. "No, he did that years ago. Get this. This is weird. Look." He grabbed the laptop next to him and pulled  up a few news articles with pictures. "These are all the victims, right? They were all baptized together."

"Baptized?" Hope asked.

"Yeah. They were a born-again biker gang."

"Well, that is not something you hear every day." Dean said.

"No, it's not." Sam agreed.

Hope squinted at the computer screen. "Wait, make that bigger." She told Sam, pointing. The younger Winchester zoomed in on the picture until a badge on one of the victims' vest was legible.

"Boyle's Boys?" Dean asked. "Boyle, as in Reverend Buddy Boyle?"

Sam leaned in to the computer and typed something, eyes scanning the screen. "Listen to this; Red Dawg's widow said he was always religious, but a week before he died, he came home from a prayer meeting and was a 'changed man filled with divine glory.'"

Dean sighed. "So, Boyle's at it again. Selling folks on being meat suits for angels."

"Just, what? Talking to smaller groups now?" Hope asked.

"I don't know." Dean shrugged. "Maybe softening them up thousands at a time, he wasn't able to control what angels got let in."

Hope nodded. "This way, Bartholomew's followers can jump in as soon as Boyle does his thing."