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Post by Almighty Admin on Feb 9, 2009 11:56:29 GMT -4
Sam had known things were not alright not by a long shot and the silence that tore through the Impala the entire way back to the motel was proof enough of that. Once the engine had roared to a start Sam hadn’t dared to say another word not till he could figure out what exactly was going on in his brother’s mind. But they had been in this spot before, the uncomfortable aftermath of things said and done while under the influences of the supernatural. But even so it didn’t make the sting hurt any less and Sam knew that. The things that had been said and done would no doubt be another layer of scars upon the Winchester’s battered bodies. Sam could feel the bruises on his face forming and he winced slightly from the pain in his back as he shifted down into the seat of the Impala his eyes staring out the window never daring to look over at his brother.
Dean had definitely gotten his shots in but it was Sam’s own words that echoed back angrily in his mind. The siren had picked upon the smallest shred of fear and uncertainty Sam had and exploited it beyond recognition. He didn’t for a moment think his brother was weak and he would never dare discount the time Dean had spent in hell but he would also not ignore that a small part of him felt as though Dean held him back. Not out of malice or hate or anything of that sort but he knew his brother did it out of love and protection for his younger brother. Dean had held Sam back from saving him from the pit; he had not allowed Sam to do whatever he needed to do in order to save his brother and Sam had failed because of it. Sam Winchester was not willing to fail again.
He hated lying to his brother; hated it more then anything but as of late he didn’t feel he had a choice he could stop the war and save them all and he would do whatever it took this time to get the job done. It was those feelings and those emotions that the siren had pulled from him and now Sam felt as if so much damage had been done between the brothers that it may never be right again.
Sam glanced at his brother as the motel loomed in front of the Impala. His eyes pleading with his brother for a moment to say something…anything. After a few moments Sam’s eyes turned down to his own hands which rested in his lap as he waited for the car to park in the lot.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 9, 2009 13:47:14 GMT -4
It was the heat of the moment......the heat of the moment......
Asia was blocking out most of Dean's train of thought at this point. He wanted to dig out the cassette and put it into the Impala's tape deck, but that would have required effort. It also might require a conversation with Sam. And if he had to start one of those, Dean wasn't sure what words would come out of his mouth.
They had their spats in the past, and their bad blood, but this time it seemed to be magnified with everything else he was feeling. A supernatural being induced argument could have been overlooked in the passed, but now he had hell induced guilt weighing on him. And that was what was irritating the most.
After months of brushing off Sam's questions as to what he'd done, what had happened to him, he'd finally given in and told. And now he'd had it used against him. It was the siren's fault, but the words had come out of Sam's mouth. That was the thought Dean tried to force out of his head, instead concentrating on the road in front of him and the Asia tune stuck in his head.
Dean pulled the Impala into a roadside motel that looked just like every other one they'd ever stayed in. He put the car into park and turned to glance at Sam.
"You want to get the room or you want me to?"
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Post by Almighty Admin on Mar 17, 2009 8:45:20 GMT -4
Sam’s eyes immediately snapped up from his hands and over to his brother as Dean’s voice filled the confines of the Impala. It had been the first thing his brother had bothered to say since they had gotten into the car. True it wasn’t anything of consequential value but it was words spoken to him and Sam could work with that.
“Dean I’m sorry I didn…”
Sam stared at his brother, silently pleading for a response and maybe some comfort…anything but then again he knew he had no right to expect anything from his brother; not now…hell maybe even ever. But he knew he was going to be sadly disappointed; he deserved to be.
“You’re weak…..I am a better hunter than you. I’m stronger, smarter….You just hold me back…"
Sam’s own words sounded through his mind and he flinched slightly as his brother’s words tied in with them.
Dean thought he couldn’t be trusted…he didn’t need him; hell Dean more then likely didn’t want anything to do with him and all Sam had wanted to do was do whatever he could in order to ensure they had a future to fight for one day. But looking at the situation they had currently found themselves in Sam figured that had been an epic failure.
“Dean…we need to talk about this…this isn’t ok. We can’t just pack up and go on to the next hunt like everything is fine…” Sam explained his voice borderline pleading with his brother as his eyes locked upon Dean.
Sam knew he was no doubt pushing his luck with the yammering in response to Dean’s simple question about the room but they needed to talk about this…or at least Sam needed to talk about.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 17, 2009 11:50:06 GMT -4
Dean couldn't really deny that he hadn't been expecting a standard answer to his question. He knew Sam well enough to know that Sam wouldn't let what had just happened to them blow over.
It wasn't that he was looking to pretend it had never happened. But now, in this moment, Dean wasn't sure he could speak to Sam without potentially blurting out something worse that came from his own mind and not the siren's.
"I guess that's a you get it, Dean." Dean wrapped his hand around the door handle, pushed the door open and got out. He let the door close firmly, but not enough to do any real damage to his baby. He might have been angry now, but that didn't mean he wanted to damage his car.
In the office, he muttered responses, signed papers and pretended to be at least slightly appriciative of the sale.
Crossing the parking lot in a few strides, Dean made up his mind he was not in the mindset to discuss the issue at hand. He couldn't. His guard might slip further-he might.....
Reaching the car, Dean dug into the Impala's backseat for his bag. Tossing it over one shoulder, he turned back towards the motel.
"Room 24. I'll leave the door unlocked." He told Sam as he headed for the plain brown door with the number 24 bolted to it in gold metal.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Mar 18, 2009 11:30:53 GMT -4
Sam had sat across from his brother his eyes drilling back into his for what felt like forever. He knew Dean was not a fan of the “chick flick” moment but this was beyond that. Their run in with the siren had done damage that was not going to be easily fixed and Sam could feel that. Before Sam even had the chance to stop his brother Dean was up and out of the car making his way towards the office of the motel.
It felt like a million different things were going through his mind as he slumped back against the leather seats. A part of Sam wanted to just grab his duffel bag from the back seat and go he highly doubted his brother would care either way and perhaps it would be for the best. But he couldn’t; he had lost 4 months without his brother and that was over looking the time he had lived in the Tricksters world where his brother had been dead day after day after day. He couldn’t be that person again not since he had been given a second chance with his brother.
Dean was back and gone again before Sam could even look over at his brother. Taking a breath Sam gathered himself as much as he could and pulled himself from the car shutting the door behind him with a small wince from a flicker of pain that traveled up his very bruised and battered back.
He kept his head down as he followed silently after Dean towards the motel room. Once inside the motel room which looked just like a million others before it Sam’s eyes locked back on to his brother and he all but seemed to be unwilling to take another step into the room till they sorted things out at least some what.
“Dean this is bullshit that wasn’t me! Are you seriously going to keep this up?” Sam snapped his calmer resolve more then strained by this point.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 18, 2009 22:07:38 GMT -4
Dean had already unlocked the door, entered, and thrown his things onto a bed by the time Sam even made it out of the car. He spent a few minutes messing with the pillows, the bag, any little thing he could find to kill a few small seconds.
Sam finally joined him. Dean glanced up. Hearing his brother's statement, Dean merely stared at him for a few long, silent moments.
"Yeah, I know it wasn't you. We said we were cool. Everything's cool. Let it go, Sam."
Dean dropped down onto the bed. He didn't want to talk about this. He didn't want to deal with it. He just wanted to get on with things. Chatting about this feelings, you made me sad bullshit would just waste time.
"Close the door if you're going to stand there. We aren't heating the parking lot."
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Post by Almighty Admin on Mar 18, 2009 23:32:44 GMT -4
Sam allowed his eyes to stare back at his brother once they finally latched on to Sam's.
"Yeah, I know it wasn't you. We said we were cool. Everything's cool. Let it go, Sam."
That was bullshit and Sam knew it; hell not only did he know it but he was all but positive that Dean knew it as well. But Sam didn't know what else he could say or what else he could do. It felt as if ever since Dean ahd been back from hell thei relationship had been more strained then it had ever been.
Sam knew he was keeping things from Dean but he had to; it was for the best. If Dean knew what Sam was doing what he was truley doing there would be no way that he would be ok with it. Hell Sam wasn't ok with itbut he knew he had to do whatever he could do in order to stop this; to stop all of it. Then, maybe then they would be able to get back to being brothers.
Sam's eyes narrowed slightly at Dean's final comment and for the first time Sam allowed his own anger and frusturation boil over as he dropped his duffel upon the floor his eyes glaring back at Dean.
"Whatever Dean," Sam snapped before turning away from his brother and storming out the doorslamming it behind him as he stormed away from the motel room and down the walkway.
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Post by Castiel on Mar 18, 2009 23:54:54 GMT -4
He could not understand why so many of the people on earth refused to speak with each other and chose the road of anger instead. But then again there were many things Castiel had yet to understand regarding his father’s children. The time he had spent observing Dean Winchester had proven that the Winchesters were the perfect example to be given as far as man’s stubborn mindset and unwillingness to speak with one another.
“I do not believe ignoring the subject is the proper way to repair it.”
Castiel’s voice filtered calmly through the room as he appeared on the edge of the bed on the opposite side of Dean Winchester.
Dean and Samuel Winchester were most certainly two of the most confusing mortals he had ever seen in his centuries observing his father’s children; but opposed to his brother Uriel’s view of the human Castiel saw them as the most important assets their father had offered the world. Uriel saw them to be un-needed accessories to life. More times than not Castiel’s views did not mirror those of his brother.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 19, 2009 7:14:14 GMT -4
Dean knew from Sam's rigid silence that this was not simply going to slip away easily. He waited patiently for Sam to respond, but all he got was a two word statement and then Sam was gone with the door slamming behind him.
"Oh come on, Sam!" He called after him, knowing it really was no use but he might as well try.
"Damn." He fell backwards across the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
He didn't want to fight with Sam about this. But there was something he just couldn't let go of, and some way he just couldn't get around it so easily.
“I do not believe ignoring the subject is the proper way to repair it.”
"Holy sh-!" Dean sat up, startled, as the Angel Castiel suddenly appeared on the bed.
"You scaredd the hell out of me." Dean grumbled, looking warily at the angel. He could only imagine what this might be bringing.
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Post by Castiel on Mar 19, 2009 9:38:24 GMT -4
Castiel remained unmoving as the older Winchester sat up from the bed clearly startled by his sudden appearance. Castiel would have assumed that Dean would have grown accustomed to his method of entering but apparently he would stand corrected as that never seemed to be the case.
“I am not sure that is entirely possible.”
Castiel explained with a slightly perplexed look crossing his face for the briefest of moments. The normal human being would in no way be able to contain hell within them therefore the phrase “Scared the hell out of me” made very little sense. Even for one who had been to hell such as Dean; he still did not hold hell within him.
“Your brother is not pleased with your method of handling the current situation,” Castiel explained the pain stakingly obvious point.
But it was not the Winchester brother squabble that had warranted Castiel’s appearance that afternoon it was something far more important…and catastrophic should events continue to go in the direction that they were headed.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 19, 2009 10:49:22 GMT -4
Dean could not get used to angels randomly showing up in his life. It still, even after all these months, didn't make a bit of sense to him.
"You ever heard of a door? And knocking on it?"
He saw a strange look cross Castiel's face. Then Dean got the idea.
"Figure of speach. You know, like if I said I was driving like a bat out of h-. Oh forget it."
He wasn't going to get anywhere, so there wasn't really much point wasting his breath.
"I know, but what can I do about it?" Dean didn't really want an angel lecture on sibling rivelry. And he didn't need Cas popping up just to state the obvious.
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Post by Castiel on Mar 19, 2009 11:07:34 GMT -4
“I have. But I am under the impression that should I choose such a route you would not be so willing to answer,” Castiel explained standing from the bed and allowing his eyes to travel around the room momentarily.
His attention fell back upon Dean as he attempted to explain the use of his words but in truth his explanation made no more sense then the “figure of speech” had.
“I believe speaking on it would be the proper place to commence. Or it would seem as if those are Samuel’s belief on the matter at hand.”
Castiel did not understand the Winchesters method of life; it was surely one he had not had much experience with. Even the other hunters such as Robert Singer had a central location in which to live at, where as the Winchesters seemed to only be able to live from one “motel” to another, a practice which made very little sense upon examination of the rooms.
“Another seal has been broken and several more of my brothers have died attempting to stop it. No matte the extent of our forces we cannot seem to fight well enough ahead to stop as many seals as are needed,” Castiel began to explain feeling the need to speak on the subject for which he had come to Dean for.
“There are casualties of war…sacrifices given willingly for the greater good in the fight to stop Lucifer. And then there is the seeking out and murdering of the Lord’s angels. We are the current seal they are working to break. They are using a weapon; one which is able to kill us,” Castiel explained his somber eyes locking with Dean.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 19, 2009 12:06:27 GMT -4
Dean felt his mood continuing to sink lower as Castiel spoke. It was bad enough everything they'd just gone through with the siren, and now he was hearing more bad news about the fight they were trying to win.
"So are you here to tell me you want me to tell you want to do again? That you're supposed to follow my orders?"
Dean stood up and began to pace. He hated pacing, but it came naturally right now.
"I'm doing everything I can here. But I don't know where Lilith is, I don't know what else to do other than what I'm doing. I've got Sam storming off to God knows where, and now this? What else am I supposed to do? Could you at least give me a little help here?"
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Post by Castiel on Mar 19, 2009 12:23:53 GMT -4
“No; this is not a battle you will be able to fight in. But you are needed for it. My brothers and sisters are being hunted down…murdered and we do not know how to stop it. Their weapon…the sword of Lucifer can be used to kill the souls of our vessels leaving us trapped within their form. Our usage of our father’s children is not as simple as the way a demon possesses an unwilling host. We need our vessel and they in turn need us when one end of that is unexpectedly taken it leaves the other half mortally wounded,” Castiel said hoping Dean was somehow following what it was he was trying to explain.
The hunters of the world knew plenty in regards to the demons and monsters which prowled it; but they knew very little about the Lord and his warriors.
“Sam has gone to Ruby,” Castiel explained simply he was confused that the answer had not been clear.
“Yes I can,” Castiel answered with the slightest of nods as his eyes locked on to Dean’s once more.
“Your brother has made the choice not to heed the warning which was delivered in regards to the powers bestowed upon him by Azazel. He has and we fear will continue on the path he is already on. Though we do not understand his desire to proceed towards damnation we need to use the knowledge he has in regard to Lilith and the workings of their plan…Uriel does not believe he will tell us willingly and I believe my brother is correct in that assumption. We require that you get the information we need from your brother…If he will not share the information he knows…I will have no choice but to allow Uriel to take the information from him by whichever way he chooses.”
Castiel was not in the least a supporter of his brother’s methods of “interrogation” ash he enjoyed calling them but they had been left with very little choice. As each day progressed they were growing closer and closer to losing another seal. The death of 66 angels would sever the current seal and too many had already been lost.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 19, 2009 14:28:54 GMT -4
Dean tried to calm his temper as he listened to Castiel's words. He reminded himself that he really did need to show the angel some respect.
His stomach sunk lower as Castiel stated that things were getting worse instead of better. Not that he had expected anything else, but it was tough to hear.
"Of course he has." Dean dropped down onto the bed and rested his hands in his lap. Sam always managed to run to Ruby. He had been told several thousand times that this entire plan was bad, but he still did it.
"What do you need me to do?" Dean asked sulkily, still looking down at his hands.
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