Feathers And Spandex

Vengeance Returns

Dean frantically dialed Sam's number and put it on speaker. Cas and Dean crowded the phone with anxiety. It rang. Once. Twice. Someone picked up.

"Hello darlings." A British voice came through the speaker. Cas gritted his teeth.

"Crowley." Dean turned to look at him with wide eyes that seemed to say, 'The one who tortured you?' Cas nodded his head.

"Hello Castiel, and Dean is there too I assume? Moose says hi." A familiar voice came through the phone. "Dean! Don't listen to him! It's a tra-" Sam's voice was cut off by Crowley.

"Anyway, you have three hours before I start killing them off one by one." Cas spoke.

"What do you mean by 'them'?" Crowley laughed. "Just some other people who you know. Like Officer Charlie Bradbury, Bobby Singer, oh! And your lovely little Sammy here." Dean's hand clenched by his side.

"What do you want from us?"

"I'm sure little Cassie knows the answer to that question, don't you Angel?" Cas' jaw clenched.

"Where are you? I'll bring you the vial if you let them all go right now." A chuckle sounded from the speaker.

"Of course you will. Let's see here... I'm going to make this game a little more fun. Three hours, you find me. Cas stays with me along with the vial, then I'll let your friends here go. Sounds like a good deal to me, catch you later." Crowley ended the call.

Dean hit his fist on the table. "Damnit." Cas grabbed his costume and headed to the bathroom. "Where the hell are you going?"

Cas poked his head out of the doorway and yelled "To go save our friends." Dean hurried after him.

Five minutes later they were suited up and ready to go.

"Okay, where the hell could they be?" Dean asked to no one in particular.

"How did you find me so fast last time?" Dean looked back at the angel.

"It took me more than twenty four hours to find you last time, wouldn't exactly call that fast." Cas stared at him.

"Are you serious?" Dean threw his hands in the air.

"Do I look like I'm in the mood for joking?"

"I was passed out for 24 fucking hours?!"

"You were passed out the whole time?"

"Yeah, I woke up just before you broke in and killed everyone."

"There's no way you would have been asleep that long, even with your injuries. They most likely kept you under for some reason."

"Like attaching a tracker?"

"Exactly." Dean moved over to Cas and unzipped his suit.

"Jesus Dean, at least buy me dinner first." Dean smacked his arm. After some awkward feeling around, Dean held up a tiny circle.

"That was extremely easy to find, I would say too easy." Cas zipped up his costume.

"They probably wanted us to find it." Dean turned to Sam's high-tech computer. "I'm still horrible with electronics, but Sam taught me a thing or two."

A few clicks on the keyboard later and Dean cried out in victory.

"Aha! Looks like these assholes are located on 25th street. Let's go."

Dean and Cas hurried to the balcony and Cas let his wings unfurl.

"Dean," He turned to him. "It would be best if I carried you while flying, it would be faster."

"Hell no."

"Why not?"

"There is no way I'm going to be hundreds of feet in the air above solid concrete." Cas sighed.

"There is no time for this." He grabbed Dean and took off, making The Hunter squawk in protest.

"Put me down!" Cas looked down at the green masked man. "Okay." He dropped Dean, who was caught in a free fall screaming until Cas swooped down and picked him up again.

Dean shook a finger at him. "Never, ever, do that again." Cas looked forward again and didn't say a word for the rest of the way as Dean clung onto him for dear life.

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Cas landed on the roof of the designated building with a thump. Dean jumped out of his arms.

He drew his gun and walked to the hatch in the center of the roof. He turned to Cas, who was right behind him, and nodded. He opened the creaking trapdoor.

The two superheroes dropped in and looked around, not seeing a living soul. They walked down the levels and levels of the concrete building not seeing anyone.

They walked into the center of a large room with a high ceiling.

"Maybe we're in the wrong place?" Dean shook his head.

"This has to be it." A sound of a gun cocking, the sound of many guns cocking.

"Shit." Cas muttered as he raised his hands in the air, while Dean did the same.

"Hello darlings." Crowley walked from the center of goons surrounding them. Blue eyes glared at him.

Crowley stuck out his hand. "The vial." Cas fished out the glowing blue vial and made a move to drop it in Crowley's hand, but just as he moved to grab it, Cas moved it away. "Not," he paused. "Just yet. Tell me where they are."

Crowley gritted his teeth, "Safe. But they won't be for long if you don't give me that. God. Damn. Vial."

"I want proof that they're okay." Crowley glared and pulled out a tablet, turning it on so Cas could see three figures tied to chairs, all with bags over their heads.

"See? Fine." Cas narrowed his eyes. "Let them go, then you'll get the vial." Crowley laughed.

"Sorry Angel, I run the show now." He lunged at Cas who punched him. Crowley backed away wiping blood from his mouth.

"We had a deal." Cas said, clenching his hands into fists. Crowley laughed.

"Never make a deal with a villain." He spoke for his goons to hear. "Kill the green one, but leave the angel alive, we'll need him." They all circled around the two.

"Now now fellas," Dean started. "Do you really want to go against two superheroes?"

Dean and Cas looked at each other, and nodded.

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Okay. I'm sad because the story is almost over. :'( I cri.

But don't worry, to the very few people who actually read this, I've made plans for a sequel. Peace out guys.