Hybrid ¤ON HOLD¤

{3} Again, freaking AGAIN?!

A/N: So much posted tonight! Enjoy!

“Claire?! Come on, wake up!” Dean shook Claire by the shoulders. She could not die on his watch, no sir-ee.

“Dean?” She coughed, wearily coming to her senses and sitting up.

“You alright?” Dean helped her stand up. She swayed uncertainly on her feet and Dean wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling on her butt. “Do you think you can zap us out of here?”

She gave what Dean would come to learn was Raised Eyebrow #17: Does-It-Look-Like-I-Can-Do-What-You’re-Asking-Dumbass? He would get that look alot in the future.

“I need a little while to recover. It shouldn’t take too long.” She moved out of his grasp, not somewhat stable and leaned her back against on of the rows.

“Fine, I’ll text Sam to let him know we’ll be back soon and we’re okay.” Dean pulled out his phone and continued, “What did you do to drain yourself so much anyway?”

“I found a demon up here, but I didn’t want to harm the meatsuit. He was a good man, surgeon,  engaged, father-to-be, yadah yadah. I couldn’t very well just stab him.”

“So you exorcised the demon,” Dean interrupted.

“No. I killed it, but I didn’t hurt the meatsuit,” Claire corrected, admittedly annoyed.

Dean was very confused by this. “How did you kill him without hurting the human?”

“Old trick of mine, demon stuff. Not so great being human now huh?”

“Sure, sure,” Dean said, rolling his eyes. “Where is the guy now?”

“After some memory alterations, I sent him home to his family.”

“Well aren’t you citizen of the year.”

“Shut up. I’m diabolical,” Claire pouted.

Dean laughed at her scrunched up face, leaning against the row opposite hers. His phone chimed and he pulled it out, reading the message and putting it back away. “Sam says that the angels are just waking up, but they’re still a little dizzy.” He frowned a bit.

“Aww, you worried about your boyfriend?”

Dean spluttered at that. It was the first time someone so new to them had called Castiel his boyfriend so directly. “Cas- I- We- We’re not- I’m straight!”

Claire laughed. “Dean you are as straight as a curly fry.”

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Yeah, Dean, straight. That’ll be the day. No, actually, I don’t want to live to see that day, because then, we will be under attack by UFP- Unidentified Flying Pigs. Those things are dangerous, and I should know because one time I got really bored and slingshotted one off the roof of my apartment building. It hit a pedestrian. Gryphon yelled at me. It was funny. Okay, so maybe I’m still a little dizzy.

“You know what,” Dean said, “change of topic.”

I whispered, “Destiel is life.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Dean huffed. “Anyway, what was Crowley doing here? None of the angels here were exactly high in terms of status. How would this help him get to God?”

“He can’t just swallow something as powerful as God-Juice right off the bat. He would have to start small. The more powerful and high-up and angel is, the more potent the grace. He could absorb the grace of smaller angels first, and then move up the chain until he gets to the big guys. Next comes the grace of an archangel and the finally, daddy dearest,” I explained.