Unfinished Gems

Rifles and Ravens - 4

Chapter 4

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"How did you know where to find me, Sammy?" asked Dean.

"Quoth told me the general area you would be resurrected in," said Sam.

They were about to summon the force that brought Dean 'back' from hell. The thing was they needed a name, and Dean knew what it was.

The plan was to go see Pamela to get the information.

"Quoth?"

"Quoth the Raven..." started Sam, when Dean suddenly jerked.

He quickly pulled over to the side of the road as he got a sudden headache.

"Quoth the Raven, Nevermore," said Dean as if hit by a brick.

"Nevermore?"

"I'll explain later. First we need a few things and knowing him he's probably watching us as we speak so he can send in the cavalry."

Sam was utterly confused at this point.

Dean made a call to Bobby, had Sam confirm it was him, and then they both drove to a warehouse far, far from any inhabited areas. Considering what was about to happen, they didn't need witnesses.

The moment they entered the empty warehouse, Dean started spray painting symbols that neither man recognized. They looked old though.

"What in the hell are these?"

"Insurance that the sanctimonious prick doesn't vanish once he realizes why I summoned him and not the lackey who brought me back," said Dean.

Zachariah was in for a nasty surprise when Dean trapped his sorry ass.

Dean pulled out the bottle of holy oil Raven had thoughtfully hidden in his trunk, and made a circle.

The Enochian barriers were there to keep Zachariah from realizing there was a circle of holy oil on the floor. Raven had made absolutely certain Dean would know how to trap the bastard long enough for Gabriel to show up with Raven.

Bobby and Sam watched with some confusion as Dean used the summoning spell.

"Now we wait," said Dean.

"Wait for what?"

"Someone who's been setting us up to fall since before we were even born," said Dean darkly.

"Dean, what the hell is going on?" asked Sam.

Dean didn't answer. He didn't have the time to, considering Zachariah would arrive soon.

When the door opened, Dean took one look at the man before him and frowned.

"You're not Zachariah," he said flatly.

The man looked far too much like an older, less bookish Raven. The only thing missing was the glasses and the hint of a scar Dean had caught a glimpse of once. Oh, and the fact he had stubble.

"My name is Castiel."

"I sent for Zachariah."

"He is busy," said Castiel tonelessly.

"Fuck! There went that plan," said Dean.

"Plan?"

Dean looked upwards, because he knew Raven and Loki were watching anyway the moment he said the word, "Nevermore."

"You want to field this or should I?"

The other three in the room looked absolutely confused until Loki showed up.