So this chapter ends episode one, yeah! I did not expect it to take this many chapters, but I look forward to the next episode and seeing Buffy in Action ; ) I tried to push myself on this chapter to expand my writing. I wrote this chapter a little differently and would love to hear everyone’s thoughts on it. Do you enjoy it? Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! And we all know I own nothing.
They were back on the highway, the large black car roaring along, Buffy took out her phone from the bag she had grabbed from Bobby’s truck and started sending texts to everyone she thought might be able to find out just who or what this Castiel was. They had a real lead now, and with any luck, would know exactly who Castiel was. That made her feel better, more in control. She really hated the not knowing stage. Buffy looked up from her phone and locked eyes with Dean, who had been watching her in the rearview mirror, face pensive and brooding, reflecting her own feelings on what had happened less than an hour ago.
“So do you have any idea on who this Castiel is?” Dean asked her, his eyes back on the road. He drove the car with ease and familiarity. This must have been his car before he had died. It certainly seemed to suit him more than the brother she thought.
“No, I’ve never heard the name before. But I’ve asked some friends to dig all they can up on him. Willow has crazy good research skills. And Andrew isn’t bad either. We should hopefully know something in a couple of hours. Then I do my job, kill the baddie and it’s back to L.A. before I loose my tan.”
“That easy huh?” Dean said, his gaze still straight ahead on the road, though there was a stiffness to his shoulders that Buffy hadn‘t seen a moment ago.
“That easy.” Buffy replied, even though deep down she knew it never was. There was a knot in her stomach that hadn’t gone away since she’d pulled him from the ground. Thought maybe it wasn’t the case, was it? It couldn’t be because of Dean Winchester. Could it? No, it had to be because of the case. A case she needed to finished soon because the last thing she needed ever again was a man in her life. And it was way too easy to imagine Dean Winchester in all sorts of ways. “So, either of you ever heard of Castiel?”
Both of the men shook their heads but said nothing. Buffy looked back and forth between the two of them and sighed. She hated silence. Silence often got her in trouble because she could never seem to stop from letting her mouth run away from her. Even Slayer speed couldn’t keep up with it.
“What?” Dean asked, deep as his voice was, it came out harshly but Buffy could see there was no anger to it.
“Nothing. I just hate silence.” Buffy replied. “So where are we going?”
“Back to Pontiac. Sam followed some demons there a couple of days ago. We’re going to see what they know while we wait for Bobby to get back.”
“What kind of demons?” Buffy asked, mentally going over what weapons she had in her bag. Most were just the regular sharp pointy kind. Effective most of the time. The only supernatural weapon she had was the scythe, which she had brought with her. In her dreams, the scythe was often there, though not always in her hands.
“What do you mean?” Sam asked, confused. He swiveled around in the front passenger seat to look at the blonde in the back. Buffy could see the curiosity he had in her, the Slayer. But she could also see how wary he was of her. He didn’t trust her, probably thought she was the one behind all this. She didn’t really blame him, but it was annoying all the same
“I mean are we dealing with ugly mutant demons or black eyed baddies hiding in humans, who I really hate by the way. It is totally not fair that they hide out in humans.” Buffy ranted, trying to release a little of energy she felt twitching in her body. She was never sitting in a car this long. It really sucked.
“Um, they were the black eyed kind.” Sam said to her. His dark hair was long and shaggy and had fallen into his eyes when he had turned to talk to her. He pushed it away absentmindedly. He was taller than Dean, even taller than Riley, and broad across the shoulder. But there was something in the depths of his brown eyes that Buffy found unsettling.
“Figures.” Buffy replied, trying to keep the conversation light. “The past year it’s mainly demons we’ve been dealing with in L.A. Just when I had the vamps under control too. A Slayers work is never done.” She was propped against the back seat with her feet tucked under her, but she shifted them to the side because she didn’t want them to fall asleep.
“So, uh, Buffy. When did you become the, uh, Slayer?” Sam asked her again. He was still twisted around to look at her, but it was Dean’s eyes in the review mirror she sought unconsciously. She could tell that he was interested in the answer. Buffy looked back to the younger brother when she answered though.
“I was chosen when I was 15. One day I’m normal girl and then the next I’m expelled girl for burning down the school gym. Which was filled with vampires by the way!” Buffy explained. “It’s kinda been my gig since then.”
“Why did Pam call you THE Slayer?” Sam questioned her. “I thought there was only one Slayer at a time.”
“Traditionally there was.” Buffy said as she leaned forward and folded her forearms along the top of the front seat, giving her back a stretch at the same time. “But when I was sixteen, there was a little incident where I was dead for a few minutes, it shouldn‘t even count really. Xander brought me back with some well timed CPR but it was enough that a second Slayer was activated.”
“So there’s another chick out there with freaky super powers besides you, huh?” Dean spoke up finally.
“Actually, there are a couple hundred of us.” Buffy replied nonchalantly. “Five years ago we were fighting the First. The First Evil that is. And the only way to stop it was to activate all the potential Slayers around the world, so my friend Willow did this spell and presto, instant Slayers.”
“The same Willow who brought you back from the grave?” Dean asked. She could see that he didn’t like that tidbit of information. “She a witch?”
“Willow is a total Glenda. Not all witches are evil.” Buffy retorted.
“Wait,” Sam interrupted. “I thought you said Xander brought you back to life?”
“That was the first time.” said Buffy. “The second time I died, Willow did a spell and brought me back because they thought I was in a hell dimension.”
“How did she bring you back? Maybe that’s how Dean was brought back.” Sam said, but before he could get too excited the blonde interrupted him.
“We already thought of that and it isn’t possible. First you need a witch able to do the mojo and then you need an urn of Osiris, which the last one happened to be destroyed. And it doesn‘t leave a brand like his either.”
After that, most conversation was over for the rest of the ride back to Pontiac. Buffy decided to try and get some sleep while she could, the back seat of this car was huge, she was able to lay flat out, her bag used as a pillow. Dean must have been watching her though, because a few minute after she laid down his plaid shirt flew across the seats and landed in her lap. She wordlessly thanked him with a smile and closed her eyes to sleep. She just hoped there were no nightmares this time.
Dean parked the Impala outside of the Astoria Motel and killed the engine. He turned around and nudged Buffy who was sleeping across the backseat.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Get your scrawny butt up. Time to get in a real bed.” Dean called out to the Slayer as she started to stretch away the kinks from sleeping. Dean climbed out the driver’s door and opened the back door for her. He saw Sam giving him a weird look but Dean just ignored it. Anytime he had looked or talked to Buffy, Sam was there, giving him looks. Alright, so they hadn’t proven yet that she wasn’t a part of it or working for this Castiel. But dammit, Bobby really did trust her and in a way, so did he. Sammy would come around.
“Why are we back at this dump?” Buffy asked as she followed the two men into the motel. It was late afternoon now and the bright light of day did little to make the place look better. Dean could tell that she wasn’t used to staying in places like this.
“We’re here because Sam’s room is paid up for the week. We’re going to track down the demons he followed here and see if they have any answers to who this Castiel is. Got it?” Dean replied.
“Somebody’s grumpy.” Buffy muttered back, just loud enough for him and Sam to hear her. He caught his brother trying not to smile at the quip and quickly socked his arm. “I’m going to go see if the room next to yours is open. Me and Bobby can stay in there.”
“Hold up! You and Bobby!” Dean burst out. “No freakin’ way you and Bobby are knocking boots!”
“Oh my God, no!” Buffy cried out indignantly. “That’s, that’s just, Gross! I am not sleeping with Bobby. Separate beds you idiot. Ugh, that is like me accusing you of sleeping with him! Or Sam! Gross!”
Dean couldn’t help the little bit of fear he had felt at the thought of her and Bobby together. It had wound tight inside his gut and started to squeeze the breath from him. What the hell was wrong with him? He never got possessive over a girl. Much less one that would never be his.
“Hey! Why the Hell does everyone think we are gay!” Dean ranted as they walked across the lobby.
“I don’t know. Two strong, good looking guys, getting hotel rooms together. Sam’s got that sensitive but bad boy thing going on. And you’ve got a certain, um…”
“What? What makes everyone think me gay huh?” Dean asked, as he stood in front of her, blocking her path to the front desk. He watched as she stepped closer, a wicked grin on her face and his breath hitched. She stood on her tip toes till her mouth was just inches away from his ear.
“It’s the perky nipples.” She said, loud enough for Sam and clerk to hear. He saw the twinkle of laughter in her eyes and felt his own mouth curve up into a smile.
He leaned his own head down to her ear where he whispered huskily, “If you ever want to compare perky nipples, just say the word”. He found that when he was this close to her, everything else faded to the background. He just stared into her eyes, dark green with flecks of gold and brown and rimmed with dark blue. There were no eyes prettier than hers, he thought to himself. Her mouth was gaping open and he thought what it would feel like to kiss her full lips. But the moment was gone with the shrill ring of Sam’s phone. He stepped back and watched her walk over to the front desk.
“Yeah, Bobby. You bet. Buffy is getting you a room next to ours back here at the Astoria.” Sam said next to him. Dean turned and looked at his brother and looked at him expectantly. Thoughts went back to the psychic and he felt a pang of guilt that he had forgotten about Pam, about finding out who Castiel was, about everything but her.
The three of them burst out of Johnny Mac’s Dinner, adrenalin rushing through Dean’s body. That had been close. The demons they were looking for had taken the three of them unaware there in the dinner. He hadn’t been prepared for that.
“Holy shit that was close!” Dean exclaimed as the trio quickly walked back to the car.
“We can’t just leave them in there Dean. We gave to go take them out.” Sam said, clearly agitated about the whole thing.
“There’s three of them, who knows how many others around.” Dean said, unconsciously looking around the parking lot for more. “And we only have one knife between us.”
“I’ve been killing a lot more demons than that lately Dean.” Sam said, the reckless glint in his eyes unsettling Dean. It wasn’t like Sammy to behave that way. That was usually him. Dean started to wonder what his death had done to his brother.
“Not anymore. The smarter brother is back in town.” Dean replied as he unlocked the car.
“Dean, we've got to take 'me. They are dangerous.” Sam said. “Buffy, you agree with me, right?”
“They actually didn’t do anything wrong. I mean, yeah they’re evil. But I can’t just kill the human they’re wearing either, especially if they aren’t attacking us. I agree with Dean.” Buffy said from the back seat. Dean could see she was conflicted about it too. Hell so was he.
“They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time.”
It was getting late. They were back at the motel and had retired to their separate rooms. Bobby had made it back, his face grim. Pam was stable and out of ICU. But blind, thanks to them. The couch he laid on was lumpy and uncomfortable. Better than the pine box, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes finally and let himself relax into sleep.
Buffy jerked awake, her Slayer instincts on high alert. She could feel the same presence she had felt in the forest. It was close. Suddenly the static came from the tv in living area of the room, blaring loudly in the quiet still of the night. Bobby jolted upright in his bed, confused and disheveled, looking around for the cause of the chaos. She threw the bedspread off her body and rolled, landing in a defensive stance. She had changed into a pair of comfy jeans and a simple cotton tshirt in dark grey. She jammed her socked feet into her boots and quickly tied the laces. There was the high pitched tone from before as well, the sound piercing through her head and almost drowning out the same voice she had heard the other times. A thud was heard from the next room and then the sound of glass breaking.
“Bobby! We gotta get them out of there. It‘s here.” Buffy screamed as she ran out of the room and kicked the door into Dean and Sam’s room. She found Dean on the ground, curled up to protect himself from the exploding glass all around him. She grabbed him by the arms and forcibly pulled him out of the room. She looked around but didn’t see Sam Winchester anywhere. Shoving Dean into Bobby, Buffy motioned for them to go.
Glass shards where everywhere, falling from the mirrored ceiling. She ran to the bed and bathroom and found them empty. Hurriedly she ran to catch up to the Hunters, noticing that Dean was bleeding from the dozens of cuts across his face and bare arms.
“Where’s Sam?” Buffy asked as they took a side exit into the parking lot. She looked to Bobby’s truck and saw that the big black car they had ridden back here was gone.
“I don’t know. But car keys and his wallet were gone.” Dean said. He opened the door for her to get in and she did, sliding across the old cloth seats and arranged herself around the stick shift. The drivers door opened and Bobby handed her bag which she thankfully took. She felt better knowing the scythe was there with her.
She took a towel from her bag and handed it to Dean, who used it to wipe the blood from his face. She had a few cuts herself, though none of them were deep. They would be gone by morning thanks to Slayer healing. She watched Dean take out a cell phone and call his brother. She was surprised when he folded the towel and started to clean the blood from her own arms as he talked, looking down at his work.
“What are you doing?” Dean said into the phone, his voice surprising calm. Buffy had the feeling he didn’t want his brother to know that something had happened.
“Well, Buffy and Bobby just came over. We’re going to go grab some beers at the bar down the street.” Dean said, holding up his hand to stop Bobby from interrupting. Buffy sat silently between them, taking the bloody towel from Dean and putting it back into her bag. “Done. Catch you later”
“Why the hell didn't you tell him?” Bobby demanded as he drove around the darkened streets. There was no out this late at night. Even the bars were closed. Buffy glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost 3 in the morning.
“Because he would have tried to stop us.” Dean replied.
“Stopped us from what, exactly?”
“Summoning this thing.” Dean said, his face taking on a determined look. “It's time we faced it head-on.”
“You can’t be serious! Dean, we don’t know what this thing is capable of doing. Besides burning out the eyes of anyone who even tries to get a peek at it!” Bobby said, shocked. But Buffy agreed with the younger hunter. They were no closer to knowing who or what Castiel was. Maybe the best way was a little face to face chat/
“As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby.”
Half and hour later the Bobby, Dean and Buffy were inside an empty warehouse, painting symbols and glyphs everywhere possible.
“That's a hell of an art project you've got going there.” Dean said as he came up beside Buffy who was putting the finishing touches on a devil’s trap in the center of the room.
“I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t skip talismans in art back in high school. Just glad you didn’t ask me to do algebra.” Buffy replied, standing and replacing the cap to the spray paint. “You think this is going to work?”
“Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of. “ Dean looked back at the table he had prepared. Everything he could think of to fight it was there. Buffy nodded and with a tilt of her head, motioned for Dean to follow her. She went to her bag and pulled out the scythe, it‘s handle still broken from the blow to the Seed of Wonder. She saw Dean’s eyes widen as she expertly twirled it between her hands.
“Just a little insurance. This scythe was made for the Slayer to wield against evil.”
“Wow.” Dean said, looking at her with new respect. That must be the red axe Bobby had talked about her killing the Jorogumo.
Bobby called out to him, asking if he was ready. The two of them walk over to Bobby, who had everything laid out and prepared for the summoning.
“This is still a bad idea you know.” The older Hunter said.
“Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell? ” And with that Bobby began, pinching off herbs and powders and adding them to the bowl. Smoke with a pungent scent that quickly filled the area as he chanted in Latin.
“You sure you did it right?” Buffy asked, impatiently swinging her legs from the metal table where she sat. They had waited for the spell to work and Castiel to show, but so far they were empty handed. Bobby turned and glared at her and she held up her hands in surrender.
“Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?” Buffy muttered under her breath, but was shocked when the entire room began to rock and quake. The roof rattled wildly like winds from a savage storm were raging. Everyone grabbed a weapon and stood together, ready to face the enemy. Buffy was surprised that both men grabbed shotguns. She knew they were loaded with shells filled with various things like rock salt and consecrated iron. But even now, she still had a fierce aversion to firearms.
Suddenly, the large doors at the far of the warehouse flew open and in stepped a man dressed in a plain, dark suit and tan trench coat. He seemed unconcerned that there were three people with weapons directed at him. Overhead the lights exploded, sending down a rain of sparks. As if on cue, the two Hunters opened fire and Buffy three a large knife directly at his head. Both shots hit in the chest, never slowing him down and the knife he batted away before it could even touch him. He stopped 30 feet in front of them, his handsome face unreadable.
“Who are you?” Dean asked, his voice low and dangerous. The man turned to him and gave him a look of reproach, as if they should know who exactly he was.
“I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” Castiel said, his voice even more gravely than Dean’s and spoken with an unusual rhythm. Buffy could see that he was unarmed but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous. She could feel the power rolling off him in waves. Suddenly this didn’t seem like such a good idea as the man continued his walk toward them, stopping close to Dean. Buffy gripped the broken of the scythe tighter in her hand, ready to attack when the time came.
“Yeah. Thanks for that.” Dean said and then he plunged the knife into Castiel’s chest, all the way to the hilt, but Castiel looked down, unconcerned about the weapon protruding from his body and grabbed the handle and pulled it out, casting it to the ground. Buffy could see the shock on Dean’s face. She knew it was on her face as well.
The man was so focused on Dean, he didn’t even appear to hear Buffy moving behind him. With all her considerable strength, she drove the scythe into the back of his shoulder. With the familiar sound of ripping flesh and bone, the stranger fell to him knees. She heaved the axe out but was surprised with a punch to the gut when the man in the trench coat spun around. Buffy quickly recovered from the powerful blow and threw a jab and right hook that connected solidly with his jaw and sent him stumbling back and into Bobby who had a large blade in his hand, raised and ready.
Castiel, without looking, grabbed Bobby’s arm and twisted the weapon away, the momentum bringing them face to face and placed two fingers to his forehead. To Buffy and Dean’s shock, the older Hunter fell to the ground, unconscious. Dean, being closer, caught him before he could hit the ground.
“We need to talk, Dean. Buffy. Alone.” Castiel said, as he stepped away from Bobby, still out on the floor. “Your friend's alive.”
Buffy stared at him unbelieving. He should be dead, or at least hurt. But it was almost as if he had instantly healed himself from the wound she had made not a minute ago.
“Who are you?” Buffy demanded, stepping in front of him and blocking his path to Dean and Bobby. He hadn’t made any threatening moves, but she would do all she could to protect the two men.
“Yeah, we figured that much. What are you?” Dean said, coming to stand next to Buffy.
“ I'm an Angel of the Lord.” The man said solemnly, as if it was the complete truth.
“Get outta here!” Buffy said, not able to hide the laughter from her voice.
“There’s no such thing.” Dean said at the same time, his face skeptical.
“This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.” As Castiel spoke the words, lightning suddenly flashed through the windows and on Castiel’s back, great shadowy wings appeared, stretching across the warehouse. The light disappeared and with it so did the image of the wings. Buffy felt a little dry in the mouth. She had stabbed an angle!
“Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?” Dean replied.
“I told you.” The angel said, frowning.
“Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?”
“Good things do happen, Dean. I made sure that Buffy would be there for you as well.”
“Well in my experience, they don’t. Just means you want something.”
“What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?” Castiel said, looking actually concerned. Buffy just watched and listened. It had been less than two minutes and already the supposed angel was already healed from the wounds.
“Why'd you do it?” Dean asked, staring hard at the other man. Buffy could feel the tension in the room rise a little when Dean asked the million dollar question.
“Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you. Both of you. You are the only ones who can prevent it.”
And with those words, the angel vanished.