Cowboys and Angels (A Dean Winchester/ Supernatural FanFiction)

Chapter 18: The Phoenix

 Chapter 18: The Phoenix

Being stuck underground surrounded by gods and goddess who could end my very existence with one snap was not a comforting setting. I had two options-I could try and fight my way out through the bar upstairs and go and try to find the brothers, or I could sneak further into the underground and settle the situation myself. I was leaning more towards the latter, but I knew the former would be more sensible.

Peering out of the closet again, I checked to make sure no one was approaching. Finding the coast to be clear, I slipped out, dusting myself off before slinking down the hall, hugging the wall as close as I possibly could. I managed to make it to the corner without being detected.

Peeking down the adjacent hallway, I slid forward, but I paused when I chill enveloped the air around me. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I whipped around, throwing a blind roundhouse kick as I went, but all my foot met was air. Stumbling backwards, I finally hit the wall behind me, managing to regain my balance. I looked up, only to find Loki standing over me, a mischievous grin lighting up his face.

"Are you in need of assistance, darling," he inquired, offering his hand. My eyes narrowed.

"Not if that assistance is gonna lead me to my death," I replied pressing myself further against the wall. "You are the God of mischief, after all." The God raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"That I am," he replied withdrawing his hand and standing up a bit straighter. "However, I can be mischievous in your favor... Providing you do me a favor."

"And what would that favor be?"

"To kill my brother on your way out." I raised an eyebrow.

"Sounds easy enough. That's what I came here to do in the first place," I replied standing up straight. "And how exactly should I go about doing that?" Loki's eyes narrowed, and his smile seemed to become even more sinister.

"That hammer of his... only those who are worthy can pick it up-- and I sense that a great power lies within you," the God of Mischief started. "You are worthy, but use your time wisely, for my brother can summon the hammer at any time when he deems it necessary, and I'm sure he'll find destroying you worth his time."

I nodded, gulping, realizing that the task I was facing was far more difficult than I had first imagined.

"Very well then," I said quietly.

"Are you sure you do not want to turn back? I could very easily send you back to your accomplices and you could entrust their help." I paused, realizing this was my chance to escape-- but I was too far in to turn back now.

"Let's do this."

"Hold out your hands." I did as I was told, and Loki snapped. The next thing I knew, my handgun, fully loaded, the angel blade Dean had given me, and all of my other supplies that had originally been taken from me, were back in my possession. I re-hid my picks and knives, and tucked my handgun and the angel blade back in my jacket.

"Thank you," I said once I had finished, sending a grateful nod the god's way. He gave a slight bow.

"Now do as you promised-- if you head down the hall here and take a right, you'll find yourself at a long hallway. At the end lies the courtyard at the center of this building where they have the alter set up," the God advised. "Destroy it to stop the ceremony, and take care of my brother. You will have to face the wrath of the other gods afterwards, but do not worry. They will not touch you in fear of angering their superiors any further, and if they do try to injure you, I will send your friends to help you."

I nodded as a finality, and set off on my way, but I paused after I took a couple of steps, glancing over my shoulder.

"Why are you doing this?" Loki looked up, seemingly surprised.