This is the End ~ Destiel

Chapter 6 - Popcorn!

Thursday, June 27, 2019

Castiel did not enjoy having hideous demons filling the house—no matter how much fun they are. There was no privacy left. The showers were always filled with demons, and they don't even need to shower! They just do it for fun. They're so weird. The boys had mostly dealt with middle-to-upper tier demons, not these goofy children. They were constantly running through the halls and screaming and laughing. The four men agreed that they missed the peace of mind they use to have.

The first Thursday after they moved, Team Free Will 2.0 met up in the war room to discuss their next move. They managed to block the girls' noise out with some weird angel spell that Castiel cast.

Dean sighed, sitting down next to the others with a large cup of coffee. "I've missed the quiet."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You sound like an old man." He stood and went up to the whiteboard, grabbing a red marker and writing Potential Allies in big letters.

Jack frowned. "What's that for?" He asked, yawning.

"Well," Sam scratched his head. "If we want a shot at taking on these souped-up angels, we're gonna need more than just an army of low-level demons."

Dean snapped and pointed at the board. "Rowena and whatever witches she can round up."

"Didn't most of the witches burn when they took on Amarra?" Cas interjected.

Sam thought about it. "Maybe some of them, but there has to be more. I'll call Rowena." He wrote Witches on the board.

Dean looked over to the man by his side. "Cas, can you get any of our angels upstairs to help out?"

Cas almost laughed. "There are few angels still alive, Dean. Just enough to keep the lights on. Besides, I am not exactly popular up there."

Dean groaned.  The meeting didn't go very well in the end. All they added to the board in the next twenty minutes was Other hunters, Monsters?, Billie??, and Gods?????

They all agreed that they were screwed. As they cleaned up the room and went to get the girls set for training, one of them burst into the door. She was unusually tall with neat dreadlocks pulled into a bun. Sam thought she would be cute if she weren't a demon.

"Boys, we've got a problem." She called out.

Sam furrowed his brow. "Cheyenne?"

She rolled her eyes. "No shit, genius. Took you long enough to figure it out."

Dean grew impatient. "What is it?"

"I just got word from some spies down under. There's been updates on the angels."

The men all exchanged a look of concern. "What is it?" Cas asked.

"They're positioned somewhere out west.  So far, they've counted about forty of them. More are believed to be on the way."

Dean sighed, dragging his hand over his face. "Great." He said hopelessly. "We're fucked."

Cas grabbed his shoulder. "We're going to be fine, Dean. We'll figure it out." He said, but he secretly agreed. Forty angels and counting. There was no way they could match that. They needed nothing short of a miracle.

Sam asked Cheyenne to leave, and she agreed reluctantly, storming out. Dean turned and caught Sam staring as she left. "Hey," He snapped. "No demon pussy for you."

Sam smiled a little, sighing. "We desperately need a new plan, guys."

"Agreed."

The boys went out to start training for the day, this time Cas and Sam partnered up to work on defense. Jack seemed nervous to be alone with Dean again, but Cas reminded him that they were safe. It still made Cas angry when he thought about how terrified Dean made Jack, even after they made up. It was obvious how little trust was left between the two of them. Before they separated to begin warming up for the day, Cas pulled Dean aside for a quick chat.