Welcome to the Impala

Chapter 11

Hiya guys!! So here is the last chapter, but I think it'll make some of you happy. I already have ideas for a possible sequel. Anyway, enjoy!!

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Chapter 11

Dean, Sam, Carlos, and Cecil were standing in front of the Night Vale Community Radio station, all eight of their arms were being held by the other Kevins' taloned hands. Dean, of course, was standing next to Carlos with Cecil across from him. He briefly caught his brother's eyes; they had been in situations like this before, right? Being caught and trapped by some kind of monster, a kind of monster that they usually get rid of. The only thing was, well, Kevin was far from anything they have ever hunted before, with his taloned hands, black eyes, and permanent smile. The Winchesters had no idea what to expect from Kevin, then again they still don't know what to expect from Night Vale. Kevin stood at the head of the table, so to speak, his "fingertips" pressed together.

"So nice that you all could make it today," Kevin said.

"Not like we had much of a choice," Dean said under his breath. If Kevin heard him, he didn't acknowledge it.

"StrexCorp is making this town into something bigger and better." Kevin continued. "We are taking over NIght Vale, and the surrounding area. StrexCorp is everything, and everything is StrexCorp. We live and breath StrexCorp, and soon all of you will too." Kevin gestured to the surrounding StrexCorp posters. They were everywhere now, plastered onto trees and windows and cars and even on the forbidden dog park. The yellow posters and Kevin's words seemed to drill into their heads. Maybe being a part of StrexCorp wasn't so bad. Kevin sure looked happy, sounded happy too. Imagine how much easier it would be if they just gave in. No more demon hunting, no more loss, no more anything. Just StrexCorp. StrexCorp is everything....

Dean shook his head to clear his train of thought. How could he even think like that? How could anyone actually wish to be a part of StrexCorp? Cecil and Carlos kept looking at each other, like any look could be their last and they wanted the last thing they saw to be each other. Everything was quiet a moment before Dean spoke again.

"So we're all just gonna look as fugly as you?" Seven eyes shot him looks like daggers. Kevin turned his head to look directly at Dean, his black eyes swirling with shadows. He began to move toward Dean, like he was ice skating, his feet sliding over the pavement. He slithered up to Dean and spoke in a low voice.

"I would watch your tone, Dean," he said. "It would too easy for me to just-" Instead of telling Dean what Kevin would do to him, he showed Dean. Kevin took one of his taloned fingers and lightly placed the tip of it at Dean's temple. Kevin ever so slightly put more pressure on Dean's temple, and he could feel the tip beginning to pierce the skin. He could Sam struggling to get to him, to help him somehow, but Dean kept hsi green eyes on Kevin's black ones. He wondered how far Kevin would take this, if he would actually push his finger through Dean's head. He could feel a little drop of bleed slide down the side of his face. The pain was quickly becoming angonizing; maybe Kevin would actaully go through with it, and push the finger through his head.

"Hey assbutt!" A deep voice screamed. Kevin took his finger away from Dean's temple, and Dean saw what everyone else was starring at. Castiel was standing on the sidewalk, with Maureen next to him. Cas had a glowing angel blade in his hand, and Maureen had a quiver slung across her back and an arrow already loaded and ready to fire. In one swift motion, Cas sent the angel blade flying toward Kevin. The blade hit home, and protruded from Kevin's forehead. He fell back, hitting the ground with a thud, his black eyes starring up at the sky. Dean felt a gust of air race past him, an arrow. The other Kevins were soon dropping like flies, an arrow protruding from their foreheads.

Carlos took off from where he was standing, racing to Cecil, who met him half way. They wrapped their arms around each other and Carlos pressed his lips against Cecil's. Maureen raced to Sam, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips against his. Sam stood frozen for a moment, wide eyes looking down at Maureen, before she finally let go of him.

"M-maureen," Sam stammered. There was a slightly dazed look in his eyes. "I, um." He shook his head. "My girlfriends have a tendency to, ah, well, die."

Maureen didn't look fazed by this, and shrugged. "I've had worse happen to me." She leaned up and kissed him again and, this time, Sam returned the kiss. Since everyone else was busy, Dean made his way over to Cas.

"Nice shot," Dean said once Cas was in earshot.

"I learned that from you." Cas replied. He kept those bright blue eyes focused on Dean's green ones. Dean could feel everyone's eyes on the two of them, and he was forcing himself to maintain eye contact with Cas. The angel cocked his head and looked at Dean, the others behind him, and back to Dean.

"Oh, just kiss him already." To Dean's surprise, it was Sam who spoke. When Dean turned back around to face Cas, Cas already had his lips pressed against Dean's and a hand on the back of his head. Dean was still a moment, before he finally returned the kiss.

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"Come visit us again sometime," Cecil said, shaking the Winchesters' hands. "We could all go to the Moonlite All Night Diner, or the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex." This was returned with nods of approval from Maureen and Carlos. The brothers just smiled and noded. Dean didn't care how nice Cecil was, that third creeped him out. The brothers politely excused themselves, and climbed into the Impala with Cas in the backseat.

"We're not coming back, are we?" Sam said, once all the doors were close. He was still smiling and waving to Carlos, Cecil, and Maureen.

"No we are not." Dean said as he turned the key in the ignition. "I wanna get the hell out of here." The Impala roared to life as it raced down the road, leaving the others in the dust.