Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 25, 2015 7:30:59 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FOUR. EPISODE SIXTEEN.
Dean stared out the Impala's windshield, barely paying attention to what Sam was rambling off about next to him. "Ruby will meet us outside Cheyenne. She's been tracking some leads. And look, I know she's not exactly on your Christmas list, but if she can help us get to Lilith"- "Hey, man, work with Ruby, or don't" Dean interrupted tonelessly. "I don't really give a rat's ass." Sam looked momentarily startled. "What's your problem?" Dean heaved a burdened sigh. "Pamela didn't want anything to do with this and we dragged her back into it, Sam." "She knew what was at stake" Sam pointed out, though he did still look a little guilty. Dean laughed bitterly. "Oh yeah. Saving the world. And we're doing such a damn good job of it."
The younger Winchester glanced sideways, biting his lip. "Dean..." "I'm tired of burying friends, Sam." Dean looked off to one side, his shoulders slumping, not a single drop of fight left in him. "Look, we catch a fresh trail" Sam prompted, which Dean finished with a weary, "and we follow it, I know. Like I said, I'm just—I'm just getting tired." "Well get angry" Sam instructed, narrowing his eyes. But Dean didn't even have enough energy to do that. Which, for him, was saying something.
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Dean pushed open the motel room door and tossed their key onto the kitchen table. "Ah, home crappy home." Sam flipped on the lights, revealing two extra presences in their room. "Winchester and Winchester" Uriel greeted them without much friendliness in his expression. Something that was mirrored in Dean's when he groaned, "oh come on." "You are needed" Uriel informed him, getting straight to the point. "Needed" Dean echoed incredulously, tossing his duffel bag onto the floor with a thud. "We just got back from needed!" "Now, you mind your tone with me" Uriel warned. "No, you mind your damn tone with us" Dean snapped, at the end of his rope with these angels. Uriel in particular.
"We just got back from Pamela's funeral" Sam explained, obviously trying to offer a reason for Dean's current edginess and maybe give him a minute to calm down. But all this did was fuel Dean more. "Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her." He looked past Uriel to the second angel, who'd been quiet up to this point, staring at his shoes. "Cas, you definitely remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that?" He smiled sarcastically. "Good times. Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!" Castiel opened his mouth as if to say something but Uriel beat him to it. "We raised you out of hell for our purposes" he reminded Dean with narrowed eyes. "Yeah, and what were those again" Dean challenged, tilting his head to one side. "What exactly did you want from me??" "Start with gratitude" Uriel growled, frustrated. "Let me get right on that" was Dean's immediate deadpan.
Uriel looked about ready to rip Dean's head off of his shoulders. "Dean, we know this is difficult to understand" Castiel piped up with quietly from behind the pair of them. He looked about to say more but Uriel cut him off with a darkly significant look. "And WE don't care." He stressed the word 'we' obviously trying to remind Castiel which side he was on. "Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison" Uriel informed the brothers. "The last one was killed tonight." "Demons" Dean wondered aloud. "How they doing it?" "We don't know" Uriel admitted. "I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it" Sam interrupted. "I mean, a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league, right?" "We can handle the demons, thank you very much" Uriel assured him condescendingly. "Once we find whoever it is" Castiel reminded him. "So...you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean wasn't sure he followed. Angels had to be pretty skilled at demon hunting, didn't they? "Not quite" Castiel corrected, confusing Dean even further. "We have Alistair." "Great" Dean replied without much enthusiasm. "He should be able to name your trigger man."
"But he won't talk" Castiel finished. "Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse." "Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture" Dean pointed out, feeling his shoulders stiffen at the memories of torture in hell. "I mean, you guys are out of your league." "That's why we've come to his student" Uriel explained, looking directly at Dean pointedly. "You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got." Dean felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He looked to the ground, trying not to show how shaken he was by this remark. "Dean, you are our best hope" Castiel informed him quietly. Dean looked up sharply, shaking his head with force and bypassing Uriel, speaking directly to Castiel. "No. No way. You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this." Uriel didn't like being ignored. He got right up in Dean's face.
"Who said anything about asking?"
Dean stared out the Impala's windshield, barely paying attention to what Sam was rambling off about next to him. "Ruby will meet us outside Cheyenne. She's been tracking some leads. And look, I know she's not exactly on your Christmas list, but if she can help us get to Lilith"- "Hey, man, work with Ruby, or don't" Dean interrupted tonelessly. "I don't really give a rat's ass." Sam looked momentarily startled. "What's your problem?" Dean heaved a burdened sigh. "Pamela didn't want anything to do with this and we dragged her back into it, Sam." "She knew what was at stake" Sam pointed out, though he did still look a little guilty. Dean laughed bitterly. "Oh yeah. Saving the world. And we're doing such a damn good job of it."
The younger Winchester glanced sideways, biting his lip. "Dean..." "I'm tired of burying friends, Sam." Dean looked off to one side, his shoulders slumping, not a single drop of fight left in him. "Look, we catch a fresh trail" Sam prompted, which Dean finished with a weary, "and we follow it, I know. Like I said, I'm just—I'm just getting tired." "Well get angry" Sam instructed, narrowing his eyes. But Dean didn't even have enough energy to do that. Which, for him, was saying something.
~~~
Dean pushed open the motel room door and tossed their key onto the kitchen table. "Ah, home crappy home." Sam flipped on the lights, revealing two extra presences in their room. "Winchester and Winchester" Uriel greeted them without much friendliness in his expression. Something that was mirrored in Dean's when he groaned, "oh come on." "You are needed" Uriel informed him, getting straight to the point. "Needed" Dean echoed incredulously, tossing his duffel bag onto the floor with a thud. "We just got back from needed!" "Now, you mind your tone with me" Uriel warned. "No, you mind your damn tone with us" Dean snapped, at the end of his rope with these angels. Uriel in particular.
"We just got back from Pamela's funeral" Sam explained, obviously trying to offer a reason for Dean's current edginess and maybe give him a minute to calm down. But all this did was fuel Dean more. "Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her." He looked past Uriel to the second angel, who'd been quiet up to this point, staring at his shoes. "Cas, you definitely remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that?" He smiled sarcastically. "Good times. Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!" Castiel opened his mouth as if to say something but Uriel beat him to it. "We raised you out of hell for our purposes" he reminded Dean with narrowed eyes. "Yeah, and what were those again" Dean challenged, tilting his head to one side. "What exactly did you want from me??" "Start with gratitude" Uriel growled, frustrated. "Let me get right on that" was Dean's immediate deadpan.
Uriel looked about ready to rip Dean's head off of his shoulders. "Dean, we know this is difficult to understand" Castiel piped up with quietly from behind the pair of them. He looked about to say more but Uriel cut him off with a darkly significant look. "And WE don't care." He stressed the word 'we' obviously trying to remind Castiel which side he was on. "Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison" Uriel informed the brothers. "The last one was killed tonight." "Demons" Dean wondered aloud. "How they doing it?" "We don't know" Uriel admitted. "I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it" Sam interrupted. "I mean, a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league, right?" "We can handle the demons, thank you very much" Uriel assured him condescendingly. "Once we find whoever it is" Castiel reminded him. "So...you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean wasn't sure he followed. Angels had to be pretty skilled at demon hunting, didn't they? "Not quite" Castiel corrected, confusing Dean even further. "We have Alistair." "Great" Dean replied without much enthusiasm. "He should be able to name your trigger man."
"But he won't talk" Castiel finished. "Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse." "Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture" Dean pointed out, feeling his shoulders stiffen at the memories of torture in hell. "I mean, you guys are out of your league." "That's why we've come to his student" Uriel explained, looking directly at Dean pointedly. "You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got." Dean felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He looked to the ground, trying not to show how shaken he was by this remark. "Dean, you are our best hope" Castiel informed him quietly. Dean looked up sharply, shaking his head with force and bypassing Uriel, speaking directly to Castiel. "No. No way. You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this." Uriel didn't like being ignored. He got right up in Dean's face.
"Who said anything about asking?"
