Filled With Fire ✔️

"How The Hell Are You Still Alive!?"

thirty two

Dean looked at his gun, while the others kept their eyes on the smoking crater left in the field.

"Well, that was underwhelming," he looked at Kol who had looked at him in shock, "I really thought your mother would...I dunno...but she just dropped. I'm sorted or disappointed..."

Teddy suddenly jerked awake, staring up at a bunch of obviously upset mixed group of men.

"Umm..." all eyes shot to him, "Hi?"

"Ted!" Damon launched himself at the wizard, pulling him to his feet and then shook the crap outta him, "How the hell are you still alive!?"

"If you... stop... shaking me... I'd... tell you that... I don't... know," the grey haired metamorphmagus groaned, looking like he was about to throw up.

The Salvatore let go, but Dean caught the wizard before he collapsed. Obviously, the guy wasn't feeling too well.

"How are you alive?" Sam asked again, leaning forward, concern filling him for the... wizard?

"I don't-"

"I can answer that." A voice answered. They all turned to the new arrivals with faces of confusion, relief and one, sickly.

One of the two men looked slightly sad, his emerald green eyes dark with worry and brow furrowed, his hands tucked into his pockets.

The other man wore a nonchalant expression with a tinge of amusement, a lollipop sticking out the side of his mouth.

And the woman held a serene, almost high expression on her face with her steps looking like she was walking on clouds.

The metamorphmagus was the only one who knew all three, while the Winchesters only knew the archangel.

"Mum? Dad?" The still grey haired wizard struggled out, stumbling forwards until Dean righted him before he fell flat on his face. He was honestly just trying to keep his eyes open at this point.

The petite woman and the slim but broad shouldered man kept close to each other, almost touching as they came closer, the other man leading them towards the group.

Klaus was starting to lose it.

He'd just watched his mate be engulfed in an explosion of skin blistering fire and now... she was gone.

He knew that these people had to have the answer to where she could be or if she... was... gone.

"Care to open your trap then, you son of a bitch?"

:3

Gabriel rolled his eyes at the older Winchester and Luna...

Slapped him up the back of the head, "Tell them."

The archangel pouted at her, rubbing his head, "Fine, fine, fine," he turned to face the Mikaelsons, the Winchesters and the Salvatores, each of them growing more and more impatient by the second.

"Gabe."

"Little Teddy there is in transition."

Damon looked thoroughly confused, "But it's been too long, mine and Tempest's blood would be out of his system by now."

Harry's eyes narrowed on the Salvatore, not really impressed that his godson had been given vampire blood without his knowledge or consent. But... he was still grateful that Teddy was somewhat alive.

Somewhat.

"Tempest is... the first of her kind," the archangel shrugged nonchalantly, "so she's an Original all on her own. Her blood is more potent than your average vampire, meaning her blood would be in Ted's system for longer than your's, pretty boy."

The oldest Salvatore frowned slightly at the nickname, but all of them seemed pretty shocked at the new information.

"So, that means-"

A light, dreamy voice cut Sam off, "That Tempest is his sire and the Tiger is not dead."

A huge weight lifted off of Klaus's chest beyond relieved as he closed his eyes to let out a deep breath. His soul mate was still alive. Still breathing.

But the question still remained... where is Tempest Salvatore?