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Caged Heat. // Dean // Sept 27, 2016 20:23:41 GMT -5

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ooc; SEASON SIX. EPISODE TEN.

"Alright, well just tell him we got it." Sam hung up in exasperation and inclined his head over the top of the Impala at Dean who was waiting to hear the result of his phone call. "Some demon minion answered. Gave me a location." "And Crowley" Dean pressed, looking annoyed. "Wouldn't say if he'd be there or not." Sam pocketed his phone and opened the Impala's passenger side door, preparing to get in. Dean exhaled sharply. "Awesome." "Dean, we don't have a choice" Sam reminded him patiently. "Whether or not Crowley's there, he'll know if we don't show up with"- He jerked his head at the trunk where their captured Rugaru was stashed. "And you aren't getting tired of this" Dean demanded, looking edgy. "You aren't getting tired of following Crowley's orders without ever actually even seeing the dick?" "Of course I am" Sam lied, not actually finding the situation as irksome as Dean appeared to. "But like I said, we"- "Don't have a choice, I know" Dean finished with a heavy sigh and shake of the head. "Alright, let's go." He wrenched open the driver's side door and basically flung himself inside. Sam took his own seat with far less gusto.

As Dean drove, Sam stared out the window in contemplative silence. He was actually hoping, no matter what he told Dean, that Crowley WOULDN'T be there. The longer they put off seeing Crowley, the longer it would be before Dean could demand he hold up his end of the bargain and return Sam's soul. Which Sam was truly starting to believe he'd be better off without. Sure it made things a little easier in some respects to have a soul.

But a whole lot harder in others.

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Sept 28, 2016 6:41:27 GMT -5

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Dean parked the Impala beside the waiting black SUV in a vacant industrial building's parking lot. Two demons were standing next to the car with their arms crossed, looking like bodyguards but what they were supposed to be guarding was beyond Dean as he saw no sign of Crowley anywhere. Dean took a beat to collect himself, and then got out of the Impala, moving around to the trunk to help Sam with the bound and blindfolded rugaru, which they dragged over to the waiting demons. "You're late" one of them announced darkly. "Traffic was a bitch" Dean deadpanned, shoving the creature into the second demon's arms as Sam added helpfully, "one rugaru." "Where's Crowley" Dean immediately demanded of the first demon while the second one wrestled the rugaru into their SUV. "Banging a hooker in a sweet spot called None Of Your Business" the demon retorted sharply. Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh look at that Sam, a demon trying to be funny."

"Oh, is that what just happened" Sam returned with a mock surprised expression that was actually reminiscent of a soulful Sam behavior. The demon rolled his own eyes and turned to leave. "Night girls." "Wait, wait. Hold up." Dean lifted both hands like a traffic cop in irritation. "Are we ever gonna see Crowley again or is he just gonna keep sending his demon extras to pick up his laundry?" The demon squinted at him. "I’m sorry. I know you’re speaking, because I see your lips moving, but I can’t understand what you’re saying ’cause I don’t speak Little Bitch." With that being said, he joined the other demon and the rugaru in the car and off they went. "Hey Sam..." Dean stared after the car, an expression of utmost contempt on his face.

"Remember when we used to gank demons?"

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Sept 28, 2016 16:06:26 GMT -5

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They'd barely returned to their motel room when the first words out of Sam's mouth were "calm down" even without Dean needing to utter a syllable. Anger waves were practically radiating off of the older Winchester and Sam could tell an explosion wasn't far off. "No man, screw it, I’m done" Dean vented, ignoring the warning. "We’ve been going on these freaking Crowley runs for months and it’s not getting us anywhere!" Sam exhaled deeply. "Dean"- "I mean, the only thing that’s really changed, is now I need a daily rape shower" Dean interrupted, shuddering. "Yeah, ok you're right" Sam mock agreed. "So let's go with plan B." He paused dramatically, giving his brother a long sarcastic stare.

"Oh that's right, we don't have one."

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 1, 2016 18:28:03 GMT -5

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"So till we do, sorry dude, stock up on soap-on-a-rope" Sam added dryly when Dean had nothing to say in response to his jab. Dean opened his mouth after another second but Sam rolled right over him. "Dean, if you wanna get my soul back, that’s what we gotta do, OK?" It was a valid point but it brought up the issue that had been nagging at Dean for awhile now and that was the whole concept of returning Sam's soul to his body still being a priority for BOTH of them. He just had this sinking suspicion recently that Sam no longer wanted the thing no matter what he said. "Yeah…" He nodded slowly, then threw out the next question in rapid time, trying to catch Sam off guard enough to answer honestly. "You even want it back?" It didn't work. "I’m working for Crowley, aren’t I" was the immediate response.

Dean turned away from Sam with a heavy sigh to pour himself a glass of whiskey at the table. "Yeah, well, who says he’s gonna hold up his end, you know" he wanted to know next, still fighting for any excuse that would stick to keep them from going on further Crowley runs which were clearly yielding them nothing. "I mean, it IS Crowley. You ever think of that?" He took a swig of the freshly poured drink. Sam didn't answer. Dean set his glass down and turned around to find himself the only occupant in an otherwise empty room. "So, I guess the moment’s over, is that what you’re saying" he quipped with a wry smile, expecting to get an exasperated or annoyed retort from Sam from one of the other two rooms. Still nothing.

"Sam?" Dean's expression lost its bantering aura, becoming concerned instead. He drew his gun, cocking the hammer, and began searching for his brother. He'd only taken three steps when he noticed the younger Winchester sprawled on the floor of the adjacent room, unconscious. "Sammy!" Dean started for him in alarm.

He didn't make it.

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 1, 2016 21:23:02 GMT -5

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Sam opened one eye and then the other, blinking hard a few times to clear the stars from his vision. The last thing he remembered was walking away from Dean, losing interest in the conversation, and then a heavy blow to the back of the head, which would explain the dull throbbing there now. Giving their surroundings a quick scan, Sam realized he and Dean were both bound to a chair facing each other with a few feet in between them. Sam gave his bound wrists a few tugs, trying to free them and then shook his head marginally in Dean's direction, wordlessly letting him know the rope wasn't budging.

"So now what" Dean asked aloud. Sam opened his mouth to reply he had no idea when three figures stepped out of the shadows, approaching them. The two males were unfamiliar but Sam had no trouble identifying the female in the middle.

"I think I know who you can ask."

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 1, 2016 22:41:03 GMT -5

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Dean twisted his head around to take in the newcomers and, like his brother, had no difficulty recognizing the meatsuit the female demon was riding in. He narrowed his eyes. "Evil Bitch." "Keep sweet talking me, and this could go a whole new direction" Meg informed him, grinning. Dean took half a second to get over the horror of that idea before announcing darkly, "Meg. I've been dying to see you again." It didn't matter he was tied down. He would find a way to kill her. It was her and her stupid hellhound's fault that Jo and Ellen were dead. "Well, here I am, big boy." Meg held her arms out wide, smirking. "So, what should we do now?" "How about I rip you to shreds" Dean threatened with unmasked loathing which didn't seem to faze Meg in the slightest. "Kinky" she mocked, strolling closer. "I like. A little Q&A first though, if you don’t mind." Bending down, she placed a hand on either arm of Dean's chair, getting in his face. "Now, where’s your boss?" "You think we work for someone" Sam inquired from across the room before Dean could even open his mouth. Meg pushed off of the chair and turned to face him without moving any closer. "I happen to know for a fact you’ve been juggling Crowley’s orphans." She looked impatiently between the brothers. "Now where is he?" Again, Sam beat Dean to the punch, with a dry, "don't know, don't care." Meg frowned. "You’ve been working his beat for months." Sam shrugged. "Doesn't mean we get facetime." Apparently annoyed with Sam's indifference on the subject, Meg returned her focus to Dean, straddling his lap. Their faces were inches apart. "Where’s he take all those things you snatch up for him" Meg wondered. "I bet you an all-day sucker that’s where his majesty’s holed up." Neither brother answered this time.

Scowling, Meg reached into one of Dean's inner jacket pockets, producing Ruby's knife and pressed it to Dean's throat in warning. "OK, officially over the foreplay. Satisfy me, or I please myself!" Dean's expression remained stoic but there was no denying his heart gave a little jolt of extra adrenaline. However, before he or Meg could say or do anything else, Sam was chuckling in amusement from his chair opposite them. Not finding anything whatsoever about their situation comical, Dean's voice was more than a little tight when addressing his brother. "Something funny, Sam?" "Yeah." Sam inclined his head at the demon on Dean's lap. "Meg." "Really??" Dean wasn't following. "Cause from where I'm sitting..." "Don’t worry. She can’t do jack squat" Sam promised. "She’s totally screwed." Dean felt Meg's hand shaking against his throat. The knife blade was dangerously close to slicing actual flesh. "Sam, not helping" he snapped. "Look at her, Dean" Sam insisted. "She’s furious. If she could kill you, she’d’ve done it by now. She’s running." Meg untangled herself from Dean's lap, turning to face Sam with a challenging glint in her eyes. "Oh am I?" "Judging by the level of flop sweat on all of you, yeah" was Sam's completely calm confirmation of his theory. Meg's anger and, more importantly, knife seemed not to bother him in the least. "Which means you’re running from Crowley. Which actually makes sense. Crowley would want to hunt down all the Lucifer loyalists now that he’s the big man on campus." "How would you know" both Meg and Dean questioned at the same time. Sam shrugged simply. "It’s what I’d do." Which wasn't comforting. He looked straight at Dean, ignoring Meg for the next bit. "She can’t kill us. She needs us to get her to Crowley so she can stick that knife in his neck. It’s him or her." Dean eyed the demon, with dawning realization that Sam had to be right. Her behavior was giving it away. She would have stabbed one or both of them by now if Sam was even a little bit off with his theory. "Well I hope you both lose." Dean glared coldly at Meg without an ounce of sincerity in his voice.

"But good luck."

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 2, 2016 9:16:18 GMT -5

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"So, you know what you gotta do now, right" Sam pointed out, calm as ever, as though they were all friends sitting down to converse about weekend plans over lunch. "Let me guess, you're going to tell me" Meg deadpanned dryly. Sam could see the knife still visibly shaking in her hand no matter how hard she was trying to disguise it. He lifted his eyes from her hand to her eyes. "Work with us." "Whoa, what" came Dean's immediately alarmed question before Meg could weigh in with her own opinion of the plan. Sam ignored him, continuing to focus on Meg. "We’ll hand you Crowley with a bow. On one condition: we come with you and you help us wring a little something out of him before you hack him to bits." Meg lifted a brow. "What?" "Doesn’t matter." Sam shook his head, dismissing the details of their query. "Question is, can you get us what we need?"

"I apprenticed under Alastair in Hell just like your brother." Meg jerked her head in Dean's direction without looking at him. "So Dean, can I make Crowley do whatever I want?" There was no hesitation before the answer was delivered. "Yeah. She can." Meg tilted her head to the side, watching Sam, who gave a minute nod, sealing their arrangement. "It’s a deal then" Meg declared, sliding the knife into her boot. "Hugs and puppies all around!" "You gonna untie us" Dean demanded and Meg chuckled, gesturing for each of her companion demons to free one of the boys. "Please. Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it." Sam rose from his chair, rolling out his stiff wrists and as he was doing this, he noticed that the demon untying Dean was giving him a strangely intense look. Dean either didn't notice or didn't care as he appeared far too intent on getting Sam alone. He'd barely been free from the chair for a second before he was propelling Sam through the motel room door towards the Impala, where he rounded on him. "What are you doing?" Sam frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?" "I mean, what are you doing" Dean repeated, this time, gesturing with force where they'd left the three demons. "Dean, you wanted to screw over Crowley" Sam reminded him in exasperation. "Merry Christmas."

Dean's expression didn't change. "You wanna work with a demon again??" Sam knew he was thinking about when he'd teamed up with Ruby and how that had gone. But this was different. "We’re working with demons now" he pointed out logically. "I’m doing this because I wanna stop." "She killed Ellen and Jo" Dean exclaimed in fury. "I know." Sam held up both hands, trying to get the situation under control. "But you can’t look at his emotionally, Dean. We need her." "The hell we do" Dean scoffed. "That little bitch is gonna screw us over so fast"- "Of course" Sam agreed, not being stupid. "Which is why we’ll screw her first. Meg and her little posse are dead the second we’re done with them." "Yeah, if they don't kill us first" Dean muttered. "They won’t." Sam was sure of this. "’Cause we’re bringing insurance."
~~~

"Castiel, we need you." Sam looked skyward, waiting. "Castiel..." Nothing. Sam tried again, stressing, "it’s important." Sam looked all around him, listening for the sound of wings or gust of air. Still no angel appearance. Finally, he threw out, "Cas, we found something. It’s this gold box. Apparently Nazis were after it back in the day, someone opened it and their face melted off. I think it’s – ready for this – the Ark of the Covenant. Yeah. So if you"- "I’m here, Sam." Castiel had materialized out of thin air right in front of Sam with a gravely serious expression. "Where is the box?" "I can’t believe you fell for that!" Sam gaped at him incredulously. "That was the plot of Raiders, idiot." "I'm mid-battle Sam" Castiel reminded him, looking vaguely annoyed by the interruption now. "I could give a rat’s ass about your little pissing match with Raphael" Sam informed him bluntly. Castiel sighed heavily. "Listen to me, Sam"- "No, you listen!" Sam took a step towards the angel. "I don’t care what you’re dealing with up in Heaven. You owe me."

"You may not care, but believe me"- Sam interrupted him with a sarcastically rhetorical, "I’m sorry, do you think we’re here to talk this out?" Castiel shook his head, still trying to argue his way out of sticking around. "Sam, I can't just"- "If you don’t help us, I will hunt you down and kill you" Sam threatened, taking another step closer. One that was matched by Castiel this time so that they were nearly nose to nose. "Will you, boy" he wanted to know with a challenging stare. "How?" "I don’t know yet" Sam admitted without backing down. "But I will look until I find out, and I don’t sleep." Castiel gave Sam a long once over before taking a step back, his expression losing much of its hostility. "You need help Sam." Sam locked eyes with the angel.

"I need YOUR help."

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 2, 2016 11:22:12 GMT -5

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Dean was leaning up against the kitchen sink in the motel room when the front door opened and in came Sam and Castiel. Dean stared at the latter. "You actually showed. Wow. Sam, I owe you a chicken dinner." He glanced between the two of them. "What happened?" "No big." Sam shrugged somewhat stiffly. "This is what friends do for each other." Castiel said nothing to the contrary so Dean let it go. They had bigger fish to fry.
~~~

"It’s not working" Castiel informed them in defeat ten minutes later after trying to pin down Crowley's location. "Crowley’s hidden from me." "Well then..." Dean crossed his arms with determination. "Looks like we’re gonna have to try this the hard way."
~~~

Samuel's office was cluttered to the extreme, making searching it for clues rather difficult. But that's where Sam, Dean, and Castiel found themselves a few hours later. Their grandfather had apparently been working for Crowley from the get-go...knowingly, unlike the two of them...so the way Dean saw it was that there had to be at least once piece of evidence as to his whereabouts there. Unfortunately, before they could get through even a quarter of the mess, they were interrupted by a highly suspicious, "can I help you??" Dean turned away from the bookshelf he'd been scouring to find Samuel in the doorway, arms crossed. "What do you want?" Dean didn't waste any time. "We wanna know where Crowley is."

Samuel took a beat to register this question and then shook his head. "If I even knew, why would I tell you?" "'Cause you're our grandfather" Dean tried, uncertain that was going to be a successful card to play. Fortunately, Sam stepped in with a better one. "Samuel, I’m gonna get my soul back." Samuel squinted at him. "Who says you can even get it back?" Sam's answer was simple. "Me." Samuel looked between the brothers and Castiel, hesitating, and then refused. "Look, I'm sorry. I'd like to help but I can't." "It's your grandson's soul" Dean reminded him pointedly and still Samuel didn't budge. "I can't." "What is wrong with you" Dean snapped in frustration. "Do you WANT to work for Crowley?" Samuel's gaze shifted over to Castiel and then back to Dean. Catching onto the unspoken message, Dean addressed the angel. "Cas, can you give us a minute?" As soon as he was gone, Dean locked eyes with Samuel again. "Look. We’re your blood. If you don’t wanna help us I can’t make you. But I just gotta know why. What is Crowley holding over you? You owe us that."

It took another long minute of a staredown between the two but finally, Samuel reached into one pocket and pulled out a faded picture that he passed over. Dean found himself looking down at an image of his mother, beaming up at the camera, and felt a sharp stab of longing. "Mom?" He held the picture back out for Samuel to take. "He's going to give her back to me" Samuel elaborated in a thick voice. "Crowley’s gonna bring mom back from the dead" Dean clarified and Samuel pocketed the photograph, locking eyes with Dean intensely. "You look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want her back." Dean didn't answer. Samuel nodded. "You know, the one difference between us: you know how to live without her. I don't." Dean felt something tight constricting in his throat. "Look, I know how you feel" he began but Samuel cut him off emotionally. "No, you don’t. She’s my daughter, and she’s dead. And if I can do something about it, I will." Dean was having a hard time keeping himself rational here. The very idea of seeing his mother again was something he wanted more than anything in the world. But if one of them didn't keep their head straight, nothing was going to get accomplished. "Do you really think Crowley is gonna make good here" he challenged. "He brought Sam back. And me" Samuel insisted, gesturing between the pair of them. "Trust me, don't go down that road" Dean insisted. Samuel frowned. "What are you saying?" "I’m saying, stop trying. It’s gonna go nowhere good." Dean waited a beat to see if Sam was going to help him out but the younger Winchester remained silent, as he had since informing Samuel he was getting his soul back. So it was up to Dean to drive his point home. "Samuel, I know we’ve had our differences, but I’m your grandson and I’m telling you that this is wrong for so many reasons." Samuel scowled at him. "You're a hypocrite Dean!" "I’m asking you to learn from our mistakes" Dean begged, raising his voice emphatically. "Doing this, this is how the bad guy gets us. Every damn time! It’s our Achilles' heel. Apparently it runs in the family." He took a deep breath, bringing himself back under control and returning his voice to a normal volume. "We will figure something else out. Okay?"

There was a long pause. Finally, Samuel shook his head. "I'm sorry Dean. But I"- "Fine" Dean interrupted in exasperation. "Bring her back. But what are you gonna tell her? You gonna tell her you made a deal with a demon? That you wouldn’t help out her sons? You think she'd want to be brought back if the alternative was saving her son's soul??" He thought he'd made a rather convincing point. But all it did was enrage Samuel further. "That’s enough" he growled, pointing at the door. "Just get out." Dean held Samuel's gaze for another minute before relenting. "Alright, let's go Sam." He clapped his brother on the shoulder and the pair of them headed for the exit. Sam had already stepped through it when Samuel addressed Dean again in a heavy tone. "Dean, try to understand." "Oh I understand" Dean promised darkly. "I'm not sure Mom would though."

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 2, 2016 11:42:29 GMT -5

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-- "Castiel" --

Castiel was waiting for the boys back in their motel room when they returned from Samuel's. "Anything" he wanted to know and both brothers shook their heads. "We'll find him another way" Dean promised, taking a seat at the kitchen table amongst a pile of books and beginning to flip pages. Sam joined him, but Castiel returned to the television set where he'd been watching a very interesting show before the boys had arrived. A pizza delivery man had delivered a pizza to a young woman wearing no clothes and was now repeatedly slapping her in the butt. "This is very confusing" Castiel remarked after a few minutes of trying to understand the premise of the show. "If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear?" Both Winchesters looked over at him incredulously. Castiel took no note of this, continuing to try and rationalize the show. "Perhaps she’s done something wrong."

"Why are you watching porn" Dean exclaimed, looking extremely uncomfortable. Castiel shrugged. "It was there." The television remote was too complicated to try and work so he'd just left it on the channel it had already been on. "You don’t watch porn in a room full of dudes" Dean informed him. "And you don’t talk about it. Just turn it off." Before Castiel could comply with this order, there was a knock on the door. Dean rose to answer it, discovering Samuel on the other side. "This what you boys do, sit around watching pornos with angels" he wanted to know with a raised eyebrow. Castiel switched off the television, hastening to remind Samuel of the rules.

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 2, 2016 11:50:39 GMT -5

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-- "Samuel" --

"Why are you here Samuel" Dean wanted to know in annoyance. Samuel didn't blame him for the tone. "It’s what Mary would want" he reasoned, pretending that Dean's final words had hit home for him. But no matter what happened, he would do what it took to get Mary back, even if that meant double crossing her sons. "Now, this is what I know." He took a map from one pocket, laying it out on the table and jabbing one finger at the marked location. "Whatever we bag ends up there. That’s where he tortures ’em, interrogates ’em, I don’t really know. Only been outside the places, but it’s a death trap. Nothing gets in that Crowley doesn’t want in and nothing gets out. Period."

He pushed the map closer to Dean, who folded it and tucked it away in his jacket. "Well, thanks." "I wish you wouldn't do this." Samuel gave them a sort of desperate look, knowing it wouldn't deter them but it would give him credibility for truly appearing as though he was routing for their safety. "Come with us" Sam suggested. Samuel half smiled. "I may be soft" he allowed, heading for the door.

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 2, 2016 12:16:35 GMT -5

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After obtaining the information they needed, Sam, Dean, and Castiel met up with Meg and her two-man demon posse outside a vacant building one town over. "Remember me?" Meg winked at Castiel. "Because I sure remember you, Clarence." Castiel turned to the brothers with narrowed eyes. "Why are we working with these abominations?" "Keep talking dirty." Meg gave him a mockingly sultry smirk. "Makes my meatsuit all dewy." "Alright, simmer down." Dean rolled his eyes. "We know where Crowley is." "Great." Meg looked between the brothers expectantly. "Do tell." Sam pulled a face of disbelief. "Yeah, tell you, so you can just leave us for dead." Meg smiled dryly. "You boys have serious abandonment issues, you know that?" "We’ll show you, alright" Sam insisted, ignoring the jab. "We’re all going together."

Meg scoffed. "What, I’m just supposed to trust you?" "No, you're not that stupid" Sam allowed, holding out one hand. "Give me the knife for a second." Meg parroted him. "No, I'm not that stupid." "Do you want us to take you to Crowley or not" Sam challenged and a reluctant Meg pulled the knife from her boot, passing it over. Without missing a beat, Sam plunged the blade deep into the heart of the demon on Meg's left, the one who'd been scowling at Dean earlier. As he dropped to the ground with a burst of yellow light, Meg, the other demon, Dean, and Castiel all stared at Sam. "You saw him." Sam wiped the blade on his jeans. "He was more interested in killing us than getting the job done. I just did all of us a favor." He turned to leave. "Hey" Meg called after him. "You just gonna keep that?!" Sam turned back around with an impassive expression. "You took this from us. I’m taking it back." He turned his back on them again.

"We leave in one hour."

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 2, 2016 12:49:36 GMT -5

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Dean rearranged a few things in the Impala's weapons arsenal, then pulled out a few guns and added them to his nearby duffel bag, getting ready for their hunt. "You know, Cas, you could help" he pointed out, addressing the angel who was standing stationary beside the Impala, arms crossed. Castiel shrugged, his expression blank. "I’m ambivalent about what we’re attempting." "Well, breaking into monster Gitmo is not exactly a two-for-one in the champagne room, I'll give you that" Dean agreed. They were certainly attempting something that seemed to have no chance of succeeding. But they did that all the time.

"I'm not sure retrieving Sam's soul is wise" Castiel mentioned next, causing Dean to look up so fast he whacked the top of his head against the open trunk lid. "Wait, what" he demanded, rubbing his skull. "Why??" "I want him to survive." Dean lowered his hand from his head, frowning in confusion. "What are you talking about?" "Sam’s soul has been locked in the cage with Michael and Lucifer for more than a year" Castiel explained. "And they have nothing to do but take their frustrations out on him. You understand? If we try to force that mutilated thing down Sam’s gullet, we have no idea what will happen. It could be catastrophic." "You mean he dies" Dean concluded with a sinking heart. "I mean, he doesn’t" Castiel corrected with elaboration. "Paralysis. Insanity. Psychic pain so profound that he’s locked inside himself for the rest of his life." Dean swallowed hard, clinging to the little ray of sunshine that he could find. "But you’re saying you don’t know anything for sure. I mean, he could be fine." "He could be, yes" Castiel agreed and Dean let out a sigh of relief. "Great." "But I sincerely doubt it" Castiel finished remorselessly. "Well, if he’s not fine, then you fix him" Dean insisted, feeling sort of like he'd been waiting in line for years to go on a roller coaster and now that he was at the front of the line, they were refusing to let him on it. They were so close to saving Sam. And now Cas was bringing this issue to light. "Dean, I wouldn't know where to begin" he apologized, uncrossing his arms. "Then you figure it out, Cas!" Dean massaged his temples in thorough exhaustion. "Come on. I mean, the guy’s a frigging replicant. He NEEDS his soul."

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 2, 2016 13:23:18 GMT -5

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Sam, with his packed duffel bag ready to go and slung over one shoulder, made his way towards the Impala. He was about half a dozen paces from the car when Dean's desperate voice met his ears. "He needs his soul." As there could be no doubt as to who he was talking about, Sam hung back in the shadows to see if he could pick up any useful information. "Look, we get it back" Dean was continuing. "And if there are complications, then we will figure out a way to deal with those, too." "Of course" Castiel's voice agreed, followed after a moment's pause by, "or we fail, and Sam suffers horrifically."

Well that wasn't exactly what you wanted to hear about yourself.
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Sam waited for a few minutes after the conversation between Dean and Castiel had died out before making his presence known. Then he, Dean, Castiel, and the two demons headed out, reaching Crowley's monster prison in an hour. They drove right up to the back door, not a monster or demon in sight. In fact, if you hadn't known what this place was, you would just assume it was yet another abandoned factory.

"Seems pretty quiet" Dean observed as the five of them got out of the car. "It’s not, I can feel it" Castiel corrected. "Meet me at the side door." And he vanished. The brothers exchanged a look and then did as requested, moving around to the building's side entrance where Castiel was waiting, holding the door open. And they still hadn't met a single obstacle. "This all seem a little too easy for you" Dean mused as they, Meg and the other demon stepped inside. Sam nodded grimly.

"Way too easy."

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 4, 2016 11:43:01 GMT -5

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-- "Meg" --

Their little posse of five had only taken about five steps into the building when both Meg and Castiel stopped walking, having sensed something with their supernatural senses that neither of the brothers had picked up on yet. Castiel held out one arm to keep the Winchesters from proceeding. "Wait." "What is it" Dean inquired but he didn't have to wait long for an answer. Distant growling and the padding of paws were easily distinguishable now, even to human ears. "Damn it" Meg groaned. "Here come the guards." "Hellhounds" Dean informed everyone unnecessarily, his expression one of alarm. "Go!" The five of them sprint towards the closest doors, bursting through them. Well...four of them burst through them anyway. The demon that had been accompanying Meg didn't make it in time and no one, not even Meg, was very affected by the sounds of the dogs tearing him to shreds on the other side of the door while Sam wedged a piece of wood through its handles and Dean drew a salt line. "I knew this was a trap" Dean muttered savagely. Meg rolled her eyes. "What do you want, a cupcake?"

Sam dusted off his hands, stepping back from the demon-dog-proof door. "Alright that should keep them out." "Not for long" Dean corrected, frowning. "How many of them are there?" "Lots." Meg hadn't stuck around long enough to count them but she knew they were way outnumbered. "I’ll be pulling for you … from Cleveland." Dean whipped his head around to stare at her. "What??" "I didn’t know this was gonna happen" she insisted honestly. But now that it had happened, no way was she lingering. Crowley's dogs were vicious. "Bright side: them chewing up my meatsuit ought to buy you a few seconds. Seacrest out." She gave the boys and Castiel a mini-salute and then threw back her head, preparing to vacate the body. Nothing happened.

"A spell, I think, from Crowley" Castiel observed. "Within these walls you’re locked inside your body." Dean smirked. "Karma's a bitch, bitch." Meg narrowed her eyes at him, but before she could get off any snappy retort, Sam was pulling Ruby's knife from his jacket and Dean's focus was pulled to him with an incredulous, "What are you doing, just gonna slash at thin air until you hit something?" But rather than head for the door, Sam held the knife out for Meg to take. "You can see them. Take this. Hold them off. It’s our best shot." Meg considered the knife for a minute and then shook her head, refusing to take it. "At Crowley" she corrected him. "Take it and go. You kill the smarmy dick. I’ll hold off the dogs." Dean lifted a skeptical eyebrow. "How are you gonna do that??" Without missing a beat, Meg pressed her lips to Castiel's, taking everyone, including him, by enough surprise for her to easily be able to reach into his inner jacket pocket and remove his angel blade. Before she could retreat, however, Castiel was taking her by the shoulders, spinning her around, and pushing her up against the wall, returning the kiss with a fiery amount of passion that sent a sort of tingly feeling all the way to Meg's toes. "What was that" she asked somewhat breathlessly when he'd released her. Castiel looked pleased with himself. "I learned that from the pizza man."

"Well, A plus for you." Meg continued to stare at him. "I feel so … clean." Shaking her head to focus, she choked up her grip on the angel blade, holding it aloft. "Okay, gotta go." Dean gestured at the blade. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, is that gonna work on a hellhound?" "Well, we’re about to find out." Meg faced the shaking doors, readying herself.

"Run."

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 4, 2016 12:51:35 GMT -5

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Dean, Sam, and Castiel took off in the opposite direction. They only slowed when they were a good hundred feet from the attacking dogs and the hallway they'd entered became too dark to safely continue at such a brisk pace. "I can't see jack" Dean complained, squinting. Suddenly, as if in response to his words, there was a blinding flash of white light and by the time it had vanished, so had Castiel. Dean whipped his head from one side to the other, searching. "Cas??!" "Hey. Dean." Sam inclined his head at the other end of the hall and when Dean turned that direction, he could now make out the figure of their grandfather removing his hand from an angel banishing blood sigil. "You sold us out" Dean accused and no sooner had the words exited his mouth than two burly demons had appeared out of nowhere, each taking hold of one of the brothers. Dean glared at him. "Damn you Samuel."

"Yes. And I have to say, best purchase I’ve made since Dick Cheney" came Crowley's voice as the king of hell sauntered around the corner, looking pleased. "Hiya Crowley, how's tricks" Dean inquired dryly. "Above your pay grade" was the equally dry rejoinder. "Been working. Big things. Alas, you’ll be too dead to participate." Dean kept a straight face. "Is that so?" Crowley shrugged. "Shame I have to do away with you both. Rather enjoyed your indentured servitude." He gestured, looking bored, and the demons hauled their prisoners away, each to be thrown in a separate cell. Dean had barely been standing there for one minute before he became acutely aware of something. "Hey Sam." Dean looked down at the ground and then back up again, fighting the urge to gag. "Yeah?" "I'm standing in pee." There was a beat and then came Sam's response. "Consider yourself lucky." Dean made a face. "Yikes. That sucks."

Moving out of the pile of urine and shaking off one boot, Dean heard the sound of the window on his cell door being opened and looked up to find Samuel staring at him through it. "You want forgiveness, find a priest" Dean informed him flatly. There was nothing the older hunter could say or do that would ever make Dean get over this double-cross. "I just want you to understand" Samuel begged. "Oh, I understand…that you’re a liar." Dean crossed to stand right on the other side of the window so that he and Samuel were as close as they could be with the door separating them. "You talk about putting blood first, which is funny ’cause you sound just like my dad. The difference is, he actually did." "I AM putting blood first" Samuel corrected and Dean scoffed. "Oh, gimme a break!" "Mary’s my blood" Samuel exclaimed heatedly. "My daughter! Don’t come at me like I sold you out, Dean. You sold out your own mother. It was her or Sam, and you chose Sam, plain and simple." Dean narrowed his eyes. "Oh, that is such crap! You wanna know what really happened? You chose a demon over your own grandsons!"

"See it how you want." Samuel shrugged and then tipped his head towards the adjoining cell. "I don’t even know what Sam is. And you want me to protect him? And you?" He gave Dean a once-over. "You’re a stranger. No, really, tell me: what exactly are you supposed to be to me?" "I’ll tell you who I am. I’m the guy you never wanna see again" Dean promised darkly. "’Cause I’ll make it out of here, trust me. And the next time you see me, I’ll be there to kill you." Samuel didn't appear bothered by the threat. "Don’t think there’s gonna be a next time." Dean wasn't nearly as confident as he was making himself out to be but he kept up the act for one more statement.

"Whatever gets you through the night."

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