Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 3, 2016 19:19:49 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON SIX. EPISODE FIFTEEN.
Dean sat at Bobby's desk, staring at the computer, trying to focus despite the torrential downpour slamming against the library window. "Hey." Sam entered, looking around. "Where's Bobby?" "Town" Dean informed him. "Supply run." Sam inclined his head at the window in disbelief. "In this??" "Yeah, man's a hero." Dean nodded seriously, holding up the last empty liquor bottle they'd topped off about twenty minutes ago while Sam was still napping. "We are officially out of hunter's helper."
There was a clap of thunder that shook the entire house and then, with a gust of air, they were no longer alone. "Hello boys." Balthazar strode towards them from the doorway where he'd appeared. "You've seen the Godfather, right?" "Balthazar..." Dean stared at him as the angel dumped out a bowl of candle stubs and placed the now empty bowl in the center of Bobby's desk. "You know, the end, where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop?" Balthazar grabbed a container of salt from the uppermost desk drawer. "Hey" Dean tried to interrupt his diatribe, looking for answers, but Balthazar kept going, emptying the salt into the bowl. "Dead Sea brine. Good, good, good. You know, Moe Greene gets it in the eye, and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door?" "I said hey" Dean snapped, momentarily breaking Balthazar's focus enough to smile sarcastically at him. "You did. Twice. Good for you." Turning away from Dean, he muttered, "blood of lamb. Blood of lamb." Vanishing, he reappeared half a second later in the adjoining kitchen, searching the contents of Bobby's refrigerator. "Beer, cold pizza....Blood of lamb. Yes!" The boys swapped a confused look. "Why are you talking about the godfather" Sam called in Balthazar's direction, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the growing storm. "Because we're in it." Balthazar reappeared at their side, his voice loud in their ears suddenly. "Right now. Tonight." He unscrewed the lid of the jar in his hands and dumped the sticky red substance into the bowl with the salt. "And in the role of Michael Corleone – The archangel Raphael."
The boys swapped another look. "You mind telling us what you mean" Dean demanded, trying to keep up and failing. "No, no, no, no." Balthazar didn't appear to be listening to Dean but was emptying all of Bobby's desk drawers fervently. "Yes." Finally, he pulled something out of a false bottom of the last drawer, holding it up in triumph. "Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely. Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry." "Wait." Dean held up one hand, trying to slow things down and put the puzzle together. "Raphael is after you?" "Raphael is after us all" Balthazar corrected, crushing up the bone and letting the pieces fall into the bowl. "You see, he's consolidated his strength. And now he's on the move." "And where's Cas" Sam wanted to know, taking the question out of Dean's mouth. "Oh, Cassie? He is deep, deep underground" Balthazar explained, mixing the bowl's ingredients together and bringing it towards the window. "So, good old Raffy put out a hit list on every last Samaritan who helped our dear Cas – Including both of you. And so much more importantly, me." Balthazar began to paint a symbol on the window, using his fingers. "See, he wants to draw Cas out in the open." Dean had to agree that the plan to draw Cas out by hurting one or both of them was actually a good one but hopefully one that wouldn't come to pass. For many reasons.
A flash of lightning illuminated the room and a crash of thunder followed suit. Balthazar looked up, taking a step away from the window. "That's all the time we have gentlemen..." He unhooked the button of his jacket, groping around in an inner pocket. "Where is it?" "Whoa. What happened there?" Dean gestured at the spreading bloodstain revealed. Balthazar glanced down and made a face. "Oh. Garish, I know. You see, uncle Raffy sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I'm flattered, actually. And down a lung at the moment, but that's all right." He shrugged indifferently, digging out a key and passing it over to Sam. "Oh, here, this is for you." Sam wrinkled his brow, holding up the key. "What am I supposed to do with this?" "Run with it" Balthazar instructed just as there was another flash of lightning and a man in a black suit appeared with a gust of air, heading straight for Balthazar. "Virgil" Balthazar greeted before the other angel had thrown him across the room. Sam and Dean were frozen in place. Noticing this, Balthazar scrambled to his feet and shouted, "I said run" throwing up one hand, sending them flying backwards through the glass window. They hit the ground hard and a strange voice shouted out: "Cut!"
Suddenly finding himself lying on a blue mat instead of the hard ground he'd been expecting, Dean blinked up at the blinding lights and cameras, not to mention dozen people, all gathered around, watching him and Sam. "Real good solid fall" a passing man praised, slapping Dean on the butt. "Jared, Jensen! Outstanding! That was just great" complimented the same man who'd yelled 'cut', flashing both Dean and Sam a thumbs up. Dean turned to his brother, mouth agape.
"What the hell?"
Dean sat at Bobby's desk, staring at the computer, trying to focus despite the torrential downpour slamming against the library window. "Hey." Sam entered, looking around. "Where's Bobby?" "Town" Dean informed him. "Supply run." Sam inclined his head at the window in disbelief. "In this??" "Yeah, man's a hero." Dean nodded seriously, holding up the last empty liquor bottle they'd topped off about twenty minutes ago while Sam was still napping. "We are officially out of hunter's helper."
There was a clap of thunder that shook the entire house and then, with a gust of air, they were no longer alone. "Hello boys." Balthazar strode towards them from the doorway where he'd appeared. "You've seen the Godfather, right?" "Balthazar..." Dean stared at him as the angel dumped out a bowl of candle stubs and placed the now empty bowl in the center of Bobby's desk. "You know, the end, where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop?" Balthazar grabbed a container of salt from the uppermost desk drawer. "Hey" Dean tried to interrupt his diatribe, looking for answers, but Balthazar kept going, emptying the salt into the bowl. "Dead Sea brine. Good, good, good. You know, Moe Greene gets it in the eye, and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door?" "I said hey" Dean snapped, momentarily breaking Balthazar's focus enough to smile sarcastically at him. "You did. Twice. Good for you." Turning away from Dean, he muttered, "blood of lamb. Blood of lamb." Vanishing, he reappeared half a second later in the adjoining kitchen, searching the contents of Bobby's refrigerator. "Beer, cold pizza....Blood of lamb. Yes!" The boys swapped a confused look. "Why are you talking about the godfather" Sam called in Balthazar's direction, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the growing storm. "Because we're in it." Balthazar reappeared at their side, his voice loud in their ears suddenly. "Right now. Tonight." He unscrewed the lid of the jar in his hands and dumped the sticky red substance into the bowl with the salt. "And in the role of Michael Corleone – The archangel Raphael."
The boys swapped another look. "You mind telling us what you mean" Dean demanded, trying to keep up and failing. "No, no, no, no." Balthazar didn't appear to be listening to Dean but was emptying all of Bobby's desk drawers fervently. "Yes." Finally, he pulled something out of a false bottom of the last drawer, holding it up in triumph. "Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely. Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry." "Wait." Dean held up one hand, trying to slow things down and put the puzzle together. "Raphael is after you?" "Raphael is after us all" Balthazar corrected, crushing up the bone and letting the pieces fall into the bowl. "You see, he's consolidated his strength. And now he's on the move." "And where's Cas" Sam wanted to know, taking the question out of Dean's mouth. "Oh, Cassie? He is deep, deep underground" Balthazar explained, mixing the bowl's ingredients together and bringing it towards the window. "So, good old Raffy put out a hit list on every last Samaritan who helped our dear Cas – Including both of you. And so much more importantly, me." Balthazar began to paint a symbol on the window, using his fingers. "See, he wants to draw Cas out in the open." Dean had to agree that the plan to draw Cas out by hurting one or both of them was actually a good one but hopefully one that wouldn't come to pass. For many reasons.
A flash of lightning illuminated the room and a crash of thunder followed suit. Balthazar looked up, taking a step away from the window. "That's all the time we have gentlemen..." He unhooked the button of his jacket, groping around in an inner pocket. "Where is it?" "Whoa. What happened there?" Dean gestured at the spreading bloodstain revealed. Balthazar glanced down and made a face. "Oh. Garish, I know. You see, uncle Raffy sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I'm flattered, actually. And down a lung at the moment, but that's all right." He shrugged indifferently, digging out a key and passing it over to Sam. "Oh, here, this is for you." Sam wrinkled his brow, holding up the key. "What am I supposed to do with this?" "Run with it" Balthazar instructed just as there was another flash of lightning and a man in a black suit appeared with a gust of air, heading straight for Balthazar. "Virgil" Balthazar greeted before the other angel had thrown him across the room. Sam and Dean were frozen in place. Noticing this, Balthazar scrambled to his feet and shouted, "I said run" throwing up one hand, sending them flying backwards through the glass window. They hit the ground hard and a strange voice shouted out: "Cut!"
Suddenly finding himself lying on a blue mat instead of the hard ground he'd been expecting, Dean blinked up at the blinding lights and cameras, not to mention dozen people, all gathered around, watching him and Sam. "Real good solid fall" a passing man praised, slapping Dean on the butt. "Jared, Jensen! Outstanding! That was just great" complimented the same man who'd yelled 'cut', flashing both Dean and Sam a thumbs up. Dean turned to his brother, mouth agape.
"What the hell?"
" Sam simply continued to stare blankly. Ruby scowled at Dean. "Do you honestly think that's funny, Jensen?" The use of his "name" in this new world seemed to jolt Dean's memory of the fact that their lives and the people in it were only a tv show here. "Right" he hastily backtracked. "Right. 'cause you're not Ruby. You...I mean, how could you be?" He gave an awkward laugh. "You...Of course! You are the lovely actress who plays Ruby. And you are, uh, in...Jared's house, Uh, because you two are..." He looked at Sam for help. Sam gave a flustered shrug. Friends? Dating maybe? He opened his mouth to throw something out there so that the silence wouldn't stretch on too much longer but before he could get a single word out, Dean was gesturing wildly at a picture on the mantle place and exclaiming, "married!" He rounded on Sam. "You married fake Ruby?!" Sam swung his gaze to the mantle, wide eyes finding the picture Dean had been indicating. He and "Ruby" were beaming at the camera, hugging, she in a white wedding gown and he in a tux. He turned back to Dean, with an imperceptible shake of the head, eyes still wider than they'd possibly ever been in his entire life. This whole things was just bizarre. Even for them.
