the language of power (Destiel)

chapter 16

Dean woke up in the morning to the sound of cracking wood. Sam was also turning and waking up. Bobby was still asleep. “What’s happening?” Sam asked, still drowsy. “I have no idea. Someone is trying to break in.” he said. He grabbed an angel blade and walked over to the door. Sam came after him. “Be careful Dean, you know angels are not the least violent creatures.” Sam said. “I know Sam. Angels are bastard with no feelings, except for Cas then.” He grumbled while walking closer to the front door, blade ready to be used. The looked through a gap in the wood and saw two men in black suits and they both had sunglasses. It wasn’t even sunny, why would they wear those things? Dean asked himself. the two men looked impatient and Dean could step back just in time. One of the two threw himself into the door and the lock broke. The door swung open, just missing Dean’s face. Dean recovered and held the blade pointed to the two men in black suits. “What do you want?” Dean grumbled. One of the men took off his sunglasses and spoke. “It isn’t what we want, it’s about what you want.” He said. Dean had never been more confused than this very moment. “What do you mean what I want? You are angels, it’s never about what we want.” He said. “We know about your little problem, Cas being in heaven.” The other man spoke. “We have a way to get you into heaven.” “Yes, I’m sure you have,” Dean said smirking, ”But, I’m also sure that you’re just going to keep us there.” He said with an angry tone in his voice. The two angels looked at each other, not sure what to do and Dean snorted in disbelieve. “I’m right, am I not? Damn it! You really thought we were this stupid?!” Dean took a step closer to one of the two and grabbed him at his collar. “I’ll get Cas back, but not with your help.” He whispered, but everyone could hear his words loud and clear. He let go of the angles, who straightened his suit and coughed a few times. “As you wish, but don’t come knocking on our door when you’re lost.” Dean smirked. “Believe me, we won’t.” Sa closed the door and the angels walked away. “Are you sure we shouldn’t let them help us? Maybe it has occurred to you that they have a way into heaven, and we don’t.” Sam said. “I would love someone to help us, but not them. they took Cas, why would they take him if they wanted him out?” Dean asked Sam. Sam frowned. He has a point. He thought. “Well ya idjits! Please just stop making sounds like elephants! I need my sleep and you two are like thunder in the desert.” Bobby said grumpily. Sam lifted an eyebrow by hearing Bobby’s comparison. “Why a thunderstorm in the desert?” “Because, Sam, thunderstorms are loud and the desert is always silent.” Bobby said as if it was obvious. Sam shook his head and turned away. Dean was sitting at the kitchen table with a PB&J sandwich in front of him. Next to that lay a book. “Research to do guys! Now come on!” Just when he wanted to get reading again, they heard a familiar sound. The sound of someone zapping in. Dean looked up from his sandwich and book hopefully, just to discover that nobody was there. “Did you hear that? I thought I heard someone coming.” Sam said suspiciously. “Yeah, I thought so too, but I must have imagined it.” “Yeah, right. That’s why we both heard it.” Sam said, his voice drenched in sarcasm. “Hello boys.” A silent but clear voice came from behind them. they both turned around and saw Crowley standing in the middle of the room. Dean sighed. “Damn! Not you again!” Crowley frowned. “Well, that’s another way to welcome the king of hell into your…….house.” Crowley said, almost insulted. “Well, what did you expect, king of hell?” the last three words were spoken with  the largest amount of sarcasm a human can produce. Crowley snorted. “You have no idea what you’re missing out on, but if you don’t want my help, it’s fine.” Crowley turned his back on the boys. “Oh, and by the way, I know what creature was freed onto earth, and I can assure you, it’s not a sweetie.” “Crowley, wait. What do you mean ‘not a sweetie?’” Sam asked. “Just as I told you. Not a sweetie.” Then Crowley disappeared. “Damn, we should have given him a chance. He knew something.” Sam said cursing. “No, Sam, we know Crowley. I don’t want help from the king of hell. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but every time he’s involved, we always end up screwed.” Dean said. Sam groaned and turned around. He sat himself down at the table and took one of the books of the huge pile still to come and sighed, letting his eyes scan the page once again. Dean sat down next to him. He breathed heavily and let out a sigh. “We know Crowley. If he really wants something he will come back. And if he wants our help, you know he’s just as screwed as we are.” Dean said silently to his brother and let a small smile on his lips. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Why would he even come to us if he wasn’t screwed?” Sam tried to assure himself. Dean patted him on the back and took the second book off the pile, but deep down there, he knew nothing was going to come out of this studying, only a lot of wasted time. He slammed the book close and walked out the door, followed by Sam’s surprised look. Cas, if you can hear me, please know we’re looking for you. Hang in there buddy. We’ll come for you and knock all those sons of bitches out, okay? Dean prayed while looking at the sky. The clouds were thick and he could smell thunder coming. Then the drops of water started pouring down on him. Dean closed his eyes, still facing the sky and inhaling deeply. And just a second he could feel a wave of freedom wash over him. Forgetting all the things going on and making his mind clear. But then the worries came back. He sighed once again and walked inside, leaving wet footprints on the wooden floor. Bobby came down and grabbed a cup of coffee. He made a delighted noise and also sat down next to Sam. He grabbed a book and a magnifying- glass and started studying the weird symbols on the page. Dean looked at the scene before him. He felt relieved that at least they were still together.