It Was Never Us - Supernatural Season 13 (Dean Winchester× Reader)

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Gods and monsters

The lightning crackling outside is the only light flashing in the abandoned church. A man in a suit and leather apron walks up to the altar where another man is bound- blood dripping from a shallow cut on his throat into a gold chalice placed below. Others are bound to the pews, shaking and watching in horror as the suited man grabs the chalice and pours a shiny blue liquid from a small vial inside. He makes their friend drink it and not a second later the man's insides are lighting on fire as he throws his head back and shouts.

The suited man just clicks his tongue in disappointment. "Hmm. Too much of that. Disappointing."

He drags the corpse into a pile of other corpses to the side of the altar and walks over to the other captives.

"Alright," he smiles and pulls out a dagger, "who's next?"

~

Bobby puts his shotgun and machete on the library table next to his duffle bag. "Who goes to Duluth in October? You sure Michael didn't touch down in Orlando?"

You snort, shaking your head and packing your bag as well.

"Jo was pretty specific. Duluth," Mary says as she walks into the room with some extra ammo and bandage rolls that she hands you. You thank her quietly.

It had been about four weeks since your deal with Atropos. Time was running out and you guys had finally gotten a lead on where Michael could be. Where Dean could be. The thought made your heart beat faster. In his absence, you had...grown more fond of him. If that was the right word for it. It didn't help that you saw him in your nightmares at night. 

Jo was an angel that sometimes corresponded with the Winchesters- and she claimed that Michael had approached her. 

"Well," Bobby sighs, loading his shotgun, "angels ain't known for their veracity."

The timing is comedic because as soon as Bobby is done talking you feel the zing of power through your body and turn your head to watch Cas approach the three of you, raising his eyebrow at Bobby.

"No offence," the old man adds when he sees the angel.

"None taken," Cas sighs and approaches, "I tend to agree with you."

Mary takes a handgun over to Sam who's sitting at the next table, frowning at his laptop.

"So, I've been searching for police reports from Duluth- cops just turned up a pile of corpses dumped near some train tracks north of town. And their eyes were burned out."

"Any other angel smite people like that or is that just our buddy-"

"Michael,"  Cas finishes for you and looks at you. Taking people ahead of their time...

Sam shuts his laptop and stands, looking apprehensively at the four of you. "We should go. Now. This isn't just Michael we're talking about."

"It's Dean," Bobby nods.

"Cas, you know you can't come with us, right?" Sam asks, lips pursed.

"My angelic presence would be sensed by Michael," Cas nods. "Thereby, nullifying our hopes of a sneak attack. And, you need me to stay here and babysit Nick and Jack."

"Hey, they're not kids," you try to add positively, and also for Jack's sake. Sure the kid was doing not so great, mentally and also in your training sessions but he was trying. 

"Only in the sense that they're not infants but they both have to be supervised. Jack is... lost without his grace and Nick is," Cas scoffs, not unkindly, "he's just a mess."