Sam’s, well, he wasn’t doin’ so hot. But he’s with me now, back at the bunker. And he’s healin’ up. ‘Haven’t told him about the angel stowaway in his brain, but if he knew it’d only hurt him. The guy straight-up skipped towards Death with open arms, so he’s not gettin’ the truth yet.
As for Cas, that puts him next on the To Do list. Don’t know where he is, but he sure as hell ain’t here. And he’s not exactly safe, he won’t be ‘til we get him back at home base
'Walked ten miles to some damn warehouse, and let's just say I wasn't all that confident. A whole lot of dust has been kicked up in the last few weeks by these sons of bitches. Whatever the hell they were, they thought they were worth somethin'
By the time I saw the place I’d bit back those damn tears and gotten pissed. Who the fuck thinks they can mess with Sam?! Who out there hasn’t learned that we’re not exactly regular playmates?! We’re fuckin’ biblical, Sam and me. We’re biblical. And we’re not takin’ this shit from anybody.
I was ready to let ‘em have it soon as Sam was clear. They were screwed, and I knew it from the moment I opened the door.
Three chicks, one guy. Gray suits. Angels, everybody’s favorite late-night TV personality. Sam was lying on his side behind ‘em, all tied up. His whole face was bloody and he was makin’ eyes at me. Sam knew somethin’ I didn’t. And you know what I got then? I got a gun to my head and the fuckin’ villian speech. That whole long confession of all their plans that comes right before Scooby Doo kicks their asses and they get dragged off in a cop car
The angels were pissed about the whole demotion from the clouds. Just the group of ‘em, their own little rebellious gang out for revenge. It was all in the name of justice. They took Sam for figurin’ out their plan.
But then I heard my Impala screechin’ up outside. No. Hell no. The guy one said somethin’ I didn’t see coming. But I should’ve known.
"Good, he’s right outside."
No. This shit wasn’t about Sam, it wasn’t about me, it was about Cas. They were gunnin’ for Cas. And he was right outside. He couldn’t be. He couldn’t be. He can’t even drive. Somethin’ wasn’t adding up
The angel guy, a blonde Ken-lookin’ dude, flips his fingers and the door flies open. Cas was standing there, soaking wet, bleeding wrists. I’m thinkin’ we’re all fucked and then Cas just laughed. Cas, that idiot, he smiles and he just chuckles at the angel. What the hell?
Out of nowhere these men launch themselves on out from behind the crates stacked up in the warehouse. They had angel blades. Cas’s old blades from the bunker. One went straight into the chest of the Ken guy. Another hunter, no idea who he is, started stabbin’ at a chick and I ran for Sam. These guys are fighters
'Grabbed the knife from my sock and I cut Sam's ropes. I checked he was okay and we both popped up and spun around, gettin' all into the dance. There were seven of us, four of them. We had two blades, and we were tossing 'em back and forth over the angels heads and we took turns getting beaten to death. There were two of 'em left when I got hit, six of us.
Woke up a second later and it was over. No more swordplay, just breathing. I shot up and I saw Sam, he was leanin’ over Cas. Cas had a pretty deep run through under his rib. He stared at me for a second before he went dark.
'Picked up Cas threshold style and I started barkin' out orders. Grab the injured men and get in the damn car
We’re at the hospital. Somethin’s up with my knee, but Doc’s mostly interested in how the hell this all happened. One of the guy’s is in surgery, but the other three have good odds. ‘Got to speak to one
They’re the hunters I called to watch the bunker, keep Cas in. They’re my distress signal. Cas strutted on out and they hopped in the car with him and helped get Sam and me back. We owe ‘em our lives, but he told me we’re even
Cas woke up. He’s not too comfortable, but hell, he’s smilin’ like an idiot. This was all Cas, all of it. ‘Reason Sam and me are alive. And we’ll never forget that.
So hey, who’s up for a beer?