Dean and Castiel
Dean watched Mika’s face carefully as she spoke, and although he believed every single word she said, his need to get her away from the area was still high. As she wiped the tear from his face, Dean closed his eyes and he sniffled, before opening his eyes to stare as deeply into hers as he could manage. Even though he wanted to shoulder those emotions with her, like they had promised each other, the thought of coming out of the door behind him a different person than she had ever seen was terrifying to him. He didn’t want to break her heart or disappoint her.
“Mika I don’t…” He began, but she cut him off by kissing him. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply through his nose, Dean kissed her back, breathing her in for what could be the last time, if that side of him came out. He was running out of time to let her know how much he loved her, and how much what he was going to do in that room wasn’t who he was…or at least he wanted to believe that. As she pulled away, Dean chased her lips briefly and then he took another deep breath, squaring his shoulders, “I love you. I’ll see you on the other side, alright?”
With a sniffle, Dean turned and made eye contact with Castiel. Cas nodded and stepped away, returning with a clattering cart of random tools Uriel had procured for Dean to do his job…torturing Alastair for information. Dean sighed, looking at the cart, recognizing a lot of Alastair’s favorite tools there. Trying not to think too hard, Dean took the cart from Castiel and he pushed it up to the door, before turning to look back at Mika. It was his last chance to change his mind. Huffing, he pushed the cart through the door and attempted to ignore Alastair’s mocking laugh and then his singing.
“Heaven, I’m in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we’re out together…dancing cheek to cheek.”
Dean scoffed, but he never looked up at Alastair as he pulled an apron from the top of the cart and tied it behind his neck, flattening the fabric against his front. Alastair didn’t relent, continuing his teasing.
“I’m sorry. This is a very serious and emotional situation for you. I shouldn’t laugh but are they serious? They sent you to torture me? I can smell your tears from here, Dean! I can smell…who is that out there? Oh…the tall one. The one with the fire in her veins. What’s her name again? Mika?” Alastair teased, and Dean froze, looking down at the cart to avoid Alastair’s eyes as he picked up Ruby’s knife.
“You got one chance. One. Tell me who’s killing the angels. I want a name.” Dean barked at Alastair, who completely ignored him.
“Oh don’t be so grumpy. I’m sure we’ll have fun together. You know the bigger of the two is bringing your little one right here…right where I want her. Do you think she’ll dance with me again? I liked dancing with her. She was…really something with a little push and enough blood in her system.”
“Tell me who’s killing the angels.” Dean grumbled through gritted teeth, trying to ignore what Alastair was teasing.
“No. See, I’m not afraid of your little toys. I’m not just going to spill my guts for you.”
“Oh you’ll spill your guts one way or another. I just wanted to avoid ruining my shoes.” Dean spat at him, turning to approach the rack.
Outside the door, Alastair’s screams echoed through the boiler room as Castiel paced in front of the door, making sure that he kept Mika out of the room and safe, like he had promised Dean. He turned his head and glanced over at her, deciding to break the ice and try to have a conversation.
“You know this isn’t my doing. I would never ask this of Dean if it wasn’t necessary. I don’t expect you to trust me. You haven’t thus far, but I will make sure that he comes out of this as intact as possible. I will do what I have to do.”
Cason
Cason turned as Nat approached him and gave a situation update for Sam. He furrowed his brow, a bit worried at that point that Anna might also be high. He hoped that she had listened to him, and refused whatever Ruby might have offered her, but knowing Ruby, she wasn’t given a choice. He gritted his teeth and pushed the bad feeling down as Nat grabbed his hand and leaned her head on his shoulder. He tightened his grip on her hand briefly as she asked if he was going after Dean and Mika. Truth was…he wasn’t going to try and save them. He was going as a final blow if they needed it.
“Nat I…” He started but she cut him off, telling him that she wasn’t stupid. His face softened at her words and he just allowed her to voice her concerns, knowing that she wouldn’t fully understand his plan, no matter how he worded it. But as she voiced the he couldn’t die on her, Cason pulled away from her, and he turned and pulled both his hands up to cup her face and make her look him in the eyes.
“Listen to me. I’m not going with them…not yet.” Cason explained, his eyes scanning hers to tell her he was speaking the absolute truth. He then took a deep breath, “And when I do go…I will do everything I can to get back to you. If I’m right, I can do the job without the angels ever seeing me coming. If I’m wrong, things might get complicated.”
He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers, “The only reason I’m not letting you come along is because the plan is insane, and I’m the only one who can do it. I have to. I have a good feeling about the doubt that I felt dripping off the angel in the trench coat. If I can convince him of that doubt, he might be willing to help me pull your brother back from the edge of that cliff. He might be willing to fight on our side. I have to take that hunch and run with it. And I’ll be back here, with you, in minutes. Alright?”
Without another word, he pressed a tight kiss to her lips, brushing his thumbs over her cheeks for a moment. As he broke the kiss, he kept his eyes closed and his forehead pressed to hers, brushing her nose with his, “But for now, I’m here. I’m listening. I’m waiting until I can get him alone.”
Duke
It was times like this that Duke wished he had never let Esme learn his body language so well. She even knew his facial expressions, probably better than he knew them himself. If he had just run when he had the chance, there wouldn’t be a discussion of her even thinking of coming with him. But now, she was reading him like a book, and arguing with him. She picked up his hand and Duke sighed through his nose, freezing as Esme tilted his hat back and spoke the words that always made him freeze…using the trio’s motto against him.
‘If you go. I go.’
“Dammit…” Duke whispered, watching her eyes. He couldn’t leave her behind now if he tried. She would do something stupid and she would end up getting herself killed. And just like that, she confirmed it with her words. Duke nodded his head, his eyes darting around for a moment as he tried to find any solution that would keep Esme safe. After a moment, he sighed, scrunching his nose to push down his emotions, “Alright. Alright we’ll go together. But you have to be careful, and you have to stand back if you feel anything that feels off. I don’t know what emotions you’re gonna experience when we get where we’re goin’…and I can’t protect you, if I’m tryin’ to get to Dean.”
He paused and turned his eyes back to hers fully, “We gotta bring him back. I owe him that much.”
Anna
Anna shook her head as Sam explained that they had to go back to the house whether they liked it or not. But the idea of staying outside, where there was a wall between herself and Cason’s loud buzzing heart calmed her a little. She nodded rapidly and did her best to wipe some of the blood from the corners of her mouth, glancing down at her hands to make sure they weren’t completely covered. She didn’t exactly want to explain it to the others at the house.
As Ruby finally left, after Anna’s best attempts to ignore her, she let a breath go that she had been holding and took another shaky deep breath, looking up at Sam as he took her hands. She could feel how hot his skin was, even with the heat of her own against it. If anyone touched him, they would likely pull their hands back in fear. She didn’t even want to think about the actual surface temperature of them, figuring that it was well over 110 degrees…enough to fry any other human’s brain.
“We have to go get them.” Anna said softly, not even thinking of killing Alastair. If they managed to, that was great, but they couldn’t just leave any part of their little family to die at his hands, and Anna knew better than anyone other than Dean that no matter what trap the angels had built…they couldn’t keep Alastair for long. He would find a way to bust out. Sam’s lips against her heated skin almost felt like ice, and she closed her eyes taking in any little touch she had with him, as if it was the last time…
As he pulled her into his arms, she clung to him, gripping at his back to pull him as close as humanly possible. It almost felt like a goodbye, and it wasn’t at all what she was prepared for today. One way or another, they would be coming back from this…together. She would kill anyone in their way, all on her own. She knew that wasn’t realistic, but when it came to Sam, she would sure as hell try.
But as Sam pulled back and once again told her they had to leave, the flutter of wings blew things around the room, and a man stood in the room with them, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Well, the damage you two do when you’re alone…” Uriel scoffed, shaking his head as he looked at the dead bodies on the floor. He turned his eyes up and held a hand out. “Two less demons in the world, but two supercharged abominations in their wake. Isn’t that lovely. You two’s love story just…warms my heart. But I’m afraid it’s over.”
“It’s what?” Anna asked, and Uriel lifted his chin.
“It has been requested of me to remove you from Sam Winchester’s reach. He’s distracted. My superiors have requested that he is…released from his chokehold. You.”
“No. I’m not going anywhere without Sam.”
“I didn’t ask if you wanted to. I told you what I’ve been sent to do. Meaning, you come with me, or I break your spine and I take you anyway.” Uriel seethed at Anna, as if she disgusted him just by existing, “I have every reason to smite you where you stand…little one.”
“I’m not…” Anna started, but Uriel sighed, reaching forward. He wrapped his fingers around her chin, and then they disappeared, right as Anna reached for Sam and began to scream.