Let Me Down Slowly Δ SPN [ 2 ]

chapter five

"Where's Bobby?" Sam asks as they're in the said man's house.

"In town, supply run." Dean answers.

"In this?" Sam asks, referring to the huge thunderstorm occurring.

"Yeah, man's a hero. We were officially out of hunter's helper." Dean says, gesturing to the empty liquor bottle.

"Hello, boys." They hear and turn to see Balthazar. "Oh, and the tiny Winchester. Pleasure to meet you, I suppose." He says, looking at Evie who sits on the couch. Sam steps closer to the couch out of protection. "You've seen The Godfather, right?"

"Balthazar." Dean says.

"You know, the end, where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop?" Balthazar asks, finding a salt container. He pours it into a bowl on Bobby's desk.

"Hey!" Dean exclaims.

"Dead Sea Brine. Good, good, good. You know, Moe Greene gets it in the eye, and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door?" Balthazar says, putting more stuff in the bowl.

"I don't get any of that." Evie mumbles to her dad.

"I said hey." Dean says.

"You did. Twice. Good for you. Blood of lamb. Blood of lamb." Balthazar mutters, looking through the fridge. "Beer, cold pizza. Blood of lamb. Yes! Blood of lamb!" He grabs said object, going back to the bowl.

"Why are you talking about The Godfather?" Sam asks.

"Because we're in it-- right now, tonight. And in the role of Michael Corleone-- the archangel Raphael." Balthazar states.

"You mind telling us what you mean?" Dean asks.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no." Balthazar finds something in one of Bobby's desk drawers. 'Yes. Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely. Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry."

"Wait, Raphael is after you?" Dean asks.

"Raphael is after us all. You see, he's consolidated his strength. And now he's on the move." Balthazar states.

"And where's Cas?" Sam asks.

"Oh, Cassie? He is deep, deep underground. So, good old Raffy put out a hit list on every last Samaritan who helped our dear Cas-- including both of you. I suppose tiny Winchester would be collateral damage. Unless he is out to get her as well. And so much more importantly, me. See, he wants to draw Cas out in the open."

"And you expect us to just believe you?" Sam asks.

"Oh, don't. You'll go where I throw you either way." Balthazar says.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asks.

"That's all the time we have, gentlemen, child." Balthazar opens his jacket, revealing a bloodstain on his side. "Where is it?"

"Whoa. WHat happened there?" Dean asks.

"Oh. Garish, I know. You see, Uncle Raffy sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I'm flattered, actually. And down a lung at the moment, but that's all right." Balthazar says, handing Sam some keys. "Oh, here's for you."