Fallen (Book Four: Supernatural fanfic)

Funeralia

In the bunker, Sam, Dean, Castiel and I were talking to Rowena over the phone.

"Hello, all. I'm very sure I haven't done anything that you know of to make you want to call, but how lovely to hear from you."

"That's not..." Sam trailed off. "We, um..."

"You'll have to speak up."

"We need your help," Dean told her.

"Really?"

"We must assemble our most powerful allies to rescue our family and confront the Archangel Michael," Castiel told her. "Now, he's... in an alternate universe, so..."

"Uh, the handsome Angel is there, isn't he? Hello, tweety pie."

"Um, hello," Castiel told her awkwardly.

"Obviously, I'd love to help after what you... Octavia did for me, but I'm in the damp pacific north west right now, working on my own little project."

"Project?" I repeated. "What project?"

"Oh, nothing for you to worry about. Just checking a few items off my to do list."

"Sure, that doesn't sound ominous," Dean told her sarcastically.

"Are you at a party or something?" Sam asked.

"I am, but I'm surprised you recognize the sounds of a party, seeing as you are all work and no play."

"Look, we didn't call to talk," I told her. "We... the world is in danger, Rowena."

"And I'm currently surrounded by art that makes me think the world should be in danger. Best of luck to you all. Kiss kiss."

Rowena hung up.

"Damn it," Dean complained.

"You know, she's right," Castiel told us. "You never go to parties."

Sam, Dean and I exchanged looks of disbelief. I shook my head in frustration.

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In the kitchen, we were talking. Sam was researching on his tablet.

"You know what?" Dean asked. "Forget Rowena. There's gotta be some other way we can track down Gabriel and hijack his Grace."

"Even though he could be any place on earth, or technically anywhere in the entire universe?" I asked.

"I didn't say it was gonna be easy," Dean told us.

"All right, come on, ideas," Sam told us. Dean closed his eyes, thinking hard. "Here we go."

Dean looked at his coffee. "Nah, I need a real drink. I'm gonna get a beer. You want a beer?"

"No," Castiel answered.

"I'll get beer," Dean told us, getting a couple beers for all of us.

Castiel suddenly had an idea. "The Angels."

I gave him a look. "What?"

"Maybe Heaven can help us?" Castiel asked.

"Ah, not for nothing, but don't the Angels mostly want to kill you?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Castiel answered.

"And not to mention what they did to Ava, Ariel and Faith, and the last time you met with Angels, they tried to use you to lure them out, before you were captured by Asmodeus," Sam told him.