Post by silent.lullaby on Dec 17, 2009 15:03:00 GMT -5
Sweeter Than Heaven [Supernatural] Hotter Than Hell (9) Cross My Heart
Sam and Dean reluctantly shared a bed to allow me to have my own though sleep eluded me. Every time I got close to dosing off I would think of Peter Krause, or Gabriel, or a mix of both and it kept me awake. Being awake all night was better than the few times I fell to sleep and had vivid nightmares which left me thrashing and screaming till one of the brothers woke me up.
In the morning, after pulling my hair into a strict bun and putting on a clean pair of Dean’s clothing along with clean undergarments I bought in the hotel shop with Sam’s last three dollars, we all got into the Impala. I sat in the back seat, staring out the window trying desperately to keep my thoughts blank.
We stopped after six hours steady of driving for lunch. “We’re out of money.” I noted.
“Not really.” Dean pulled out a hand full of bills. “Hustled a few games of pool last night once you were asleep, we needed gas money.”
“Oh,” I responded.
Stepping in I was bombarded by scents and my stomach rumbled waking from its revive. We stepped up to the counter and Dean looked to me, “what do you want?”
“Fries,” I ordered the default. “Coffee.”
Sam and Dean both ordered burgers and fries and we took them and sat down. I nibbled on a few not sure how my stomach would react. “We should be there in another two hours,” Dean said bringing to life conversation at our table.
“That’s good. The waiting is terrible,” I said suddenly finding the fries unappealing. Both brothers looked at me and I stared back hard and they both went back to their food.
Sam spoke up, “if something has happened to Gabriel...”
“I’ll deal with it,” I responded sharply before pushing away my fries. “Stop talking about it... please.”
Dean looked to Sam before looking to me, a deep look, one signifying he knew the anguish I was going through. He looked back to his burger and finished off the last few bites.
Back in the car, we were coming up to our destination. The home that Peter Krause was renting. “Mom and dad use to rent homes,” I muttered offhandedly. “A better facade of normalcy than living in hotels like most hunters.” The Impala crawled to a stop in front of the home and we all got out. I nearly tripped over the pant legs, Sam quickly caught my arm and steadied me. “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
I bent down and rolled the pant legs up higher before walking around to the back where the trunk was open. “You need anything?” Sam asked me.
My butterfly knife was in my boot, my Glock 17 in the back of the jeans I was wearing. “I’ll take a pipe.” Sam passed me an iron pipe and I whirled it around my hand before grabbing it at the end. They both took a handgun along with sawed off shotguns. We all looked at the house. “Anyone else get a foreboding feeling?” Sam asked.
“Foreboding. Really sums it up,” I responded.
We walked toward the stairs and climbed them onto the wrap around deck. At the door Dean turned around facing the road and Sam crouched pulling out a lock pick. Like Dean I looked toward the road for anyone coming. It was a good thing this part of town was pretty much deserted.
I heard the click and Sam opened the door pointing his shotgun, Dean went in next and I followed. Sam went down the left hallway, Dean went straight to what looked to be a kitchen and I started climbing the stairs holding tightly to the iron pipe in my hand. I poked my head around each corner carefully before inspecting the room thoroughly. I didn’t know wether to be happy or apprehensive that I found nothing on the second floor. I descended and Sam was coming back down the hallway. “Anything?” I asked and he shook his head.
Dean started back toward us and shook his head as well. “I think I know which room Peter Krause was killed in, but there is no trace of your brother.”
I sat down on the bottom step and let out a heavy sigh right before something came into my mind. “The Monte.”
“What?” Sam asked.
“Our car, our ‘72, cherry red Monte Carlo. It’s eye catching. I thought no one would see it because it would be in Peter’s driveway or something, and from what I remembered Peter’s... Peter was a privacy freak. He’d keep it hidden, but it’s not here at all.”
“Which means this wasn’t the last place Gabriel was.”
“It’s by the warehouse.” I whipped around, instinctively swinging the iron pipe. Castiel caught it in his hand before it could hit his face. “Your car, it’s by the warehouse on route 62. The place has been abandoned for years, it’s likely it’s where the demons are holding your brother if they haven’t already-“ Dean cleared his throat nosily and I looked back at him, he was giving Castiel a look of warning. Castiel sighed, “it’s likely where your brother is.”
I got into the car Castiel, who was accompanying us, rode the back seat with me. Dean floored it following the road signs. I still had the iron pipe in my hand, a white knuckle grip on it burned my palms as the chipped metal rubbed against my skin. The back end of the Impala spun slightly as Dean stomped on the brakes stopping the car.
I got out and broke into a run while both brother’s whispered my name as loud as they dared. I heard the trunk open and I tried looking through a window but it was completely black. I pulled at the door and another hand reached past mine I looked up to see Sam give it a pull and it gave pulling back. I ducked under his arm to go in first. The warehouse was huge. “This is going to take forever.”
“Call him,” Dean suggested and I gave him a look. “Look he won’t answer, but they are demons, what are the odds they are going to break his cell phone?”
Pulling out my phone I hoped it would work. I pushed call on Gabriel’s number and could faintly hear a hard rock polytone. “Gabe!” I shouted as the brother’s shushed me and I ran toward the noise, the iron pipe in one hand and my phone in the other. A blur at neck level whipped my feet from out of me. Close lined. “Fuck,” my voice came out harsh as I grabbed my throat, both pipe and phone had been dropped.
“Audrey, how nice of you to join me.” I looked up and seen Meg, smiling away. “You brought friends? Really?” Castiel took two steps forward and I seen fear flicker across Meg’s face. “Son of a bitch.” She took a few steps back away from me. “I’ll see you soon Audrey.” Meg took off into the maze of metal crates and building supplies.
Castiel walked past me and looked toward Meg. “Should we go after her?” He asked Dean.
“She’s long gone,” Dean extended his hand and I took it, he brought me to my feet and I heard banging against the metal door in front of us. I pulled out my gun and stepped forward a little more cautiously, being taken out at the neck isn’t an experience I wanted to soon repeat.
Sam and Dean stood as back up their guns pointed, Castiel stood there weaponless. I mouthed, one, two, three. On three I pulled open the door and Gabriel; who had been sitting fell back. “Oh my God.” I fell to my knees and ripped off the tape on his mouth. “You okay?”
“Oh fan-fucking-tastic,” he responded weakly. “Why hello,” he waved his hands to the Winchester’s. I pulled out my knife and flicked it open and started cutting through the thick ropes.
I cut the bindings on his ankles and Sam helped me get Gabriel to his feet. “You okay to walk?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Both your eyes are black.” There were other lacerations, and this was something typical in the life of a hunter.
“Better than it could have been.”
“I know,” I could feel my bottom lip start to quiver and Gabriel stopped walking and took his arm off Sam’s shoulders.
“I’m fine,” he told Sam before looking at me and pulling me into his chest. “I’m really fine Auddie. I’m just fine.” I bit into my lip to keep the sad sound of sobbing from escaping but tears flowed down my face and dried against his shirt. “I’m fine.”
I nodded and pulled away a little, “cross your heart?” I asked like I did when I was still to young to go hunting, and he was just starting. He’d go and I’d always ask if he was coming back safe, and he’d say ‘always’ and I’d ask him, ‘cross your heart?’
Gabriel smiled, “and hope to die.”
I frowned, “not funny.”
“I thought it was ha-fucking-sterical.”
“What’s with you and the f-bomb today?” I asked giving him a playful shove and he grabbed his stomach.
“What’s with shoving the injured guy?” He chuckled back before looking at Castiel then to me with an eyebrow raised.
“He’s Castiel, the angel.”
“Bullshit.”
I snickered. The more I’d been around Castiel though, the way he acted, the way his presence alone frightened off Meg, the way he stood weaponless but stood as a soldier, the more I thought maybe-just maybe angels were real. That and angels weren’t exactly the fluffy wings, peace spreading, love buckets you’d think.
“I don’t know why people keep saying that,” Castiel remarked.
Outside of the warehouse I turned to my brother, “why did you go and see Peter Krause, and after what I have been through this week you better not fucking lie to me.”
“Now who’s dropping the f-bomb?” Gabriel asked raising an eyebrow. I stared hard and crossed my arms over my chest. He sighed, “you’re not going to like this.”
“I’m not going to like what?”
“I was after the demons Audrey. The demons that killed mom and dad.”
Sam and Dean reluctantly shared a bed to allow me to have my own though sleep eluded me. Every time I got close to dosing off I would think of Peter Krause, or Gabriel, or a mix of both and it kept me awake. Being awake all night was better than the few times I fell to sleep and had vivid nightmares which left me thrashing and screaming till one of the brothers woke me up.
In the morning, after pulling my hair into a strict bun and putting on a clean pair of Dean’s clothing along with clean undergarments I bought in the hotel shop with Sam’s last three dollars, we all got into the Impala. I sat in the back seat, staring out the window trying desperately to keep my thoughts blank.
We stopped after six hours steady of driving for lunch. “We’re out of money.” I noted.
“Not really.” Dean pulled out a hand full of bills. “Hustled a few games of pool last night once you were asleep, we needed gas money.”
“Oh,” I responded.
Stepping in I was bombarded by scents and my stomach rumbled waking from its revive. We stepped up to the counter and Dean looked to me, “what do you want?”
“Fries,” I ordered the default. “Coffee.”
Sam and Dean both ordered burgers and fries and we took them and sat down. I nibbled on a few not sure how my stomach would react. “We should be there in another two hours,” Dean said bringing to life conversation at our table.
“That’s good. The waiting is terrible,” I said suddenly finding the fries unappealing. Both brothers looked at me and I stared back hard and they both went back to their food.
Sam spoke up, “if something has happened to Gabriel...”
“I’ll deal with it,” I responded sharply before pushing away my fries. “Stop talking about it... please.”
Dean looked to Sam before looking to me, a deep look, one signifying he knew the anguish I was going through. He looked back to his burger and finished off the last few bites.
Back in the car, we were coming up to our destination. The home that Peter Krause was renting. “Mom and dad use to rent homes,” I muttered offhandedly. “A better facade of normalcy than living in hotels like most hunters.” The Impala crawled to a stop in front of the home and we all got out. I nearly tripped over the pant legs, Sam quickly caught my arm and steadied me. “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
I bent down and rolled the pant legs up higher before walking around to the back where the trunk was open. “You need anything?” Sam asked me.
My butterfly knife was in my boot, my Glock 17 in the back of the jeans I was wearing. “I’ll take a pipe.” Sam passed me an iron pipe and I whirled it around my hand before grabbing it at the end. They both took a handgun along with sawed off shotguns. We all looked at the house. “Anyone else get a foreboding feeling?” Sam asked.
“Foreboding. Really sums it up,” I responded.
We walked toward the stairs and climbed them onto the wrap around deck. At the door Dean turned around facing the road and Sam crouched pulling out a lock pick. Like Dean I looked toward the road for anyone coming. It was a good thing this part of town was pretty much deserted.
I heard the click and Sam opened the door pointing his shotgun, Dean went in next and I followed. Sam went down the left hallway, Dean went straight to what looked to be a kitchen and I started climbing the stairs holding tightly to the iron pipe in my hand. I poked my head around each corner carefully before inspecting the room thoroughly. I didn’t know wether to be happy or apprehensive that I found nothing on the second floor. I descended and Sam was coming back down the hallway. “Anything?” I asked and he shook his head.
Dean started back toward us and shook his head as well. “I think I know which room Peter Krause was killed in, but there is no trace of your brother.”
I sat down on the bottom step and let out a heavy sigh right before something came into my mind. “The Monte.”
“What?” Sam asked.
“Our car, our ‘72, cherry red Monte Carlo. It’s eye catching. I thought no one would see it because it would be in Peter’s driveway or something, and from what I remembered Peter’s... Peter was a privacy freak. He’d keep it hidden, but it’s not here at all.”
“Which means this wasn’t the last place Gabriel was.”
“It’s by the warehouse.” I whipped around, instinctively swinging the iron pipe. Castiel caught it in his hand before it could hit his face. “Your car, it’s by the warehouse on route 62. The place has been abandoned for years, it’s likely it’s where the demons are holding your brother if they haven’t already-“ Dean cleared his throat nosily and I looked back at him, he was giving Castiel a look of warning. Castiel sighed, “it’s likely where your brother is.”
I got into the car Castiel, who was accompanying us, rode the back seat with me. Dean floored it following the road signs. I still had the iron pipe in my hand, a white knuckle grip on it burned my palms as the chipped metal rubbed against my skin. The back end of the Impala spun slightly as Dean stomped on the brakes stopping the car.
I got out and broke into a run while both brother’s whispered my name as loud as they dared. I heard the trunk open and I tried looking through a window but it was completely black. I pulled at the door and another hand reached past mine I looked up to see Sam give it a pull and it gave pulling back. I ducked under his arm to go in first. The warehouse was huge. “This is going to take forever.”
“Call him,” Dean suggested and I gave him a look. “Look he won’t answer, but they are demons, what are the odds they are going to break his cell phone?”
Pulling out my phone I hoped it would work. I pushed call on Gabriel’s number and could faintly hear a hard rock polytone. “Gabe!” I shouted as the brother’s shushed me and I ran toward the noise, the iron pipe in one hand and my phone in the other. A blur at neck level whipped my feet from out of me. Close lined. “Fuck,” my voice came out harsh as I grabbed my throat, both pipe and phone had been dropped.
“Audrey, how nice of you to join me.” I looked up and seen Meg, smiling away. “You brought friends? Really?” Castiel took two steps forward and I seen fear flicker across Meg’s face. “Son of a bitch.” She took a few steps back away from me. “I’ll see you soon Audrey.” Meg took off into the maze of metal crates and building supplies.
Castiel walked past me and looked toward Meg. “Should we go after her?” He asked Dean.
“She’s long gone,” Dean extended his hand and I took it, he brought me to my feet and I heard banging against the metal door in front of us. I pulled out my gun and stepped forward a little more cautiously, being taken out at the neck isn’t an experience I wanted to soon repeat.
Sam and Dean stood as back up their guns pointed, Castiel stood there weaponless. I mouthed, one, two, three. On three I pulled open the door and Gabriel; who had been sitting fell back. “Oh my God.” I fell to my knees and ripped off the tape on his mouth. “You okay?”
“Oh fan-fucking-tastic,” he responded weakly. “Why hello,” he waved his hands to the Winchester’s. I pulled out my knife and flicked it open and started cutting through the thick ropes.
I cut the bindings on his ankles and Sam helped me get Gabriel to his feet. “You okay to walk?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Both your eyes are black.” There were other lacerations, and this was something typical in the life of a hunter.
“Better than it could have been.”
“I know,” I could feel my bottom lip start to quiver and Gabriel stopped walking and took his arm off Sam’s shoulders.
“I’m fine,” he told Sam before looking at me and pulling me into his chest. “I’m really fine Auddie. I’m just fine.” I bit into my lip to keep the sad sound of sobbing from escaping but tears flowed down my face and dried against his shirt. “I’m fine.”
I nodded and pulled away a little, “cross your heart?” I asked like I did when I was still to young to go hunting, and he was just starting. He’d go and I’d always ask if he was coming back safe, and he’d say ‘always’ and I’d ask him, ‘cross your heart?’
Gabriel smiled, “and hope to die.”
I frowned, “not funny.”
“I thought it was ha-fucking-sterical.”
“What’s with you and the f-bomb today?” I asked giving him a playful shove and he grabbed his stomach.
“What’s with shoving the injured guy?” He chuckled back before looking at Castiel then to me with an eyebrow raised.
“He’s Castiel, the angel.”
“Bullshit.”
I snickered. The more I’d been around Castiel though, the way he acted, the way his presence alone frightened off Meg, the way he stood weaponless but stood as a soldier, the more I thought maybe-just maybe angels were real. That and angels weren’t exactly the fluffy wings, peace spreading, love buckets you’d think.
“I don’t know why people keep saying that,” Castiel remarked.
Outside of the warehouse I turned to my brother, “why did you go and see Peter Krause, and after what I have been through this week you better not fucking lie to me.”
“Now who’s dropping the f-bomb?” Gabriel asked raising an eyebrow. I stared hard and crossed my arms over my chest. He sighed, “you’re not going to like this.”
“I’m not going to like what?”
“I was after the demons Audrey. The demons that killed mom and dad.”