Mercy ▷ DEAN WINCHESTER

NINE

"ALRIGHT, LISTEN HERE you son of a bitch. You're going to bring Cas and Violet back from wherever you stashed them and you're going to do it now." Dean commanded the Trickster who wasn't who he claimed to be.

Sam and Dean had managed to trick the trickster and find a way out of TV Land. Alongside that they also managed to find out that they were never dealing with a trickster, all along they had been dealing with an angel. But not just any angel, an archangel; Gabriel.

"Oh am I." Gabriel said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he spoke.

"Yeah. Or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel."

Letting out a light huff, Gabriel snapped his fingers and Castiel appeared by the Winchester's side.

"Cas, you okay?" Dean quickly asked.

"I'm fine." Castiel said before turning to face the archangel before him. "Hello, Gabriel."

"Hey, bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess; awful."

Whilst Gabriel continued to taunt Castiel about searching for God, the older Winchester began to scan the warehouse for a particular blonde that he couldn't seem to find.

"Hey angel douche, where's Violet?" Dean yelled at Gabriel who narrowed his eyes at the man's comment before chuckling.

"Relax, she's fine."

"You didn't answer his question." Sam interrupted.

Gabriel groaned in annoyance, "Call your friend, Bobby."

Sam and Dean's eyebrows began to furrow in confusion but nonetheless, Dean still continued to take his phone out of his pocket. Within a few moments the call had connected and Dean found himself speaking to an overly puzzled Bobby.

"Bobby, hey. Is Violet with you?" Dean asked hurriedly – all the while trying to hide the worry in his voice as he stood around the others.

"Yeah she's here, passed out though. Dean, what's she doing here? And where are you and Sam?"

Dean moved the phone away from his ear and faced Gabriel, his eyes wide with rage. "What did you do to her?" He yelled at the archangel.

"Relax, Dean-O. I didn't do anything to her, she was conscious when I spoke to her. She's passed out from something else."

"What?" Dean snapped.

Gabriel pretended to gasp and smirked at the older Winchester, the look on his face indicating that he knew more of the situation than he was letting on. "She hasn't told you, has she?"

"Told us what?" Sam quizzed the archangel.

"But then again, she probably doesn't even know herself." Gabriel muttered under his breath.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

Neither of the Winchester's, nor Gabriel, noticed Castiel shift uncomfortably on the spot. The angel knew of Violet's situation and hadn't filled Sam or Dean on it, merely because they had more pressing issues to deal with – such as killing the devil.

"Ask Violet. Ask her about the hallucinations, the voices, the constant nausea. Passing out is only one of the signs. But I guess you bimbos were too self consumed in your own lives, you didn't even notice everything that she was going through."

"I'm not listening to anymore of this crap. We're out of here. Come on, Sam." Dean said before walking away from the wide eyed archangel who was still trapped within the ring of holy fire.