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jays-bonnie-on-the-side · 5 months ago

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𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist

CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. semi-jealous dean. angel possessed sam. torture. murder. cas death. angel manipulation.

A/N : once again, thank you to all who follow along with this story, your patience and support means so much. hope you enjoy 💛

Dean's POV

"Look, for the billionth time, we're just looking for some information, okay? We're not cops. I mean, do we look like cops?" The individuals look at each other, nodding and whispering 'yeses.' "Well, we're not cops. We just need to find a friend who's in it deep."

I glanced away from the group before us, trying to calm my rising frustration.

"Look, he might have been here the night that guy was killed. Were any of you here then?" asks Sam.

A man lurks out from behind the graffiti-littered concrete pillar and speaks up. "Maybe."

"Oh, okay." I glance at Sam before giving a physical description of Cas. "Uh, he's—he's got dark hair, blue eyes, a little out of it."

"He maybe called himself Clarence?" He asks, hoping it'll ring a bell.

"Clarence, yeah." The stranger confirms with a smile.

"You two talk?"

"Not much."

"And...?" I trail off, leaving him space to fill in the blanks.

"I think he was on the run." He answers shortly.

"You see him with the Vic?" Sam inquiries before clarifying. "Uh, victim?"

"No."

"Okay." My hands impatiently gesture for him to continue.

"He went off to sleep in another part of the resort." The man says before walking away.

We turn and follow him. "Where?"

"He's not there now." He answers, on his way towards the rusty pickup truck.

He tosses the plastic bag he held in his hand onto the bed as Sam asks, "Where'd he go?"

"I saw him running from under the bridge to the highway."

Long pause.

"You gonna pay us for all this teeth pulling? Where was he headed?" I ask, referring to the long and excruciating pain caused by his brief answers.

"He flagged a truck heading north. Detroit, probably."

Sam questions, "Why Detroit?"

"Truck was marked 'Motor City Meats.'"

Sam and I look at one another before thanking the 'man of few words.' As we head towards Baby, a cab pulls in before stopping near the underpass. The rear door opens, and Mari gets out. She reaches back into the cab and pulls out five boxes of pizza. I laugh, watching her struggle to carry the heavy boxes in her arms.

"I hope everyone likes pizza!" She calls to the men and women.

Like mosquitos to a flame, they swarm around her, taking the food from her hands. Returning to the taxi, she picks up several bags before shutting the door. She walks back to the group and reaches into one of the bags, passing out plates and napkins. She sets the other bag on the cooler nearby and opens the pack of disposable cups, asking everyone what beverage they wanted so she could pour them. We lean against the trunk of the Impala and watch as she talks, bringing smiles to their faces.

"She's something, isn't she?"

Sam chuckles. "She sure is."

"She, uh, she told me a bit about her childhood. I've gotta say, somehow, I respect her more," I admit, my eyes glued to the young hunter.

"Yeah, I felt the same when she told me."

My head sharply turns towards my brother, a blend of surprise and resentment in my expression. "You knew?"

Sam looks back at me, shrugging his shoulders. "'Course. We're best friends."

"And what? Y-you just decided not to tell me?"

"It wasn't my story to tell, Dean," He defends.

I tore my gaze away, knowing he was right. The cab had taken off, and Maricela began strolling toward us. "When did she tell you?"

"Remember when you found out Mari was hunting a nest of vampires in Illinois, and you insisted on taking over since "she couldn't do it alone"?"

My eyes wandered to the left, trying to remember the hunt he was referring to. Then it hit me. "Dude, that was a year ago!"

"Yeah," He answered.

"So, she just waited to tell you when I was...was...What was I doing?"

"The waitress from the diner."

"Oh, right," I had forgotten about the one-night stand the night before the hunt. Before Maricela neared any closer, I hurried my last question. "Does she tell you more when I'm not around?"

"I think you're not around long enough to listen."

"So, did you boys find anything out?" She asks, halting before us.

I clear my throat, then answer, "Yeah, looks like he's headed for Detroit."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get Cas back!"

Without waiting for a response, she jumps into the back seat of Baby.

Maricela's POV

The sun had set on the way to Detroit. Since no one had eaten since this morning, Dean stopped at a local corner store a state away from our destination. Getting the usual snacks and, of course, his pie.

Sam examines the sticker on the dessert as we walk out. "Look at these chemicals. Do you even read the label?"

Dean takes the pie from his brother's hand and replies, "No. I read 'Pie.' The rest is just 'blah, blah, blah.'" He grabs the plastic bag and stuffs his favorite junk food inside. "Listen, when we hit Detroit, we start with the homeless shelters."

We round the corner, past an occupied payphone, then cross the street toward the alleyway.

"Right, then go to the encampments, soup kitchens," I add.

"Check out places that he might have gone looking for work."

Sam agrees and then suggests, "Yeah, and I can—I can check for vagrancy arrests."

"Yeah, and, you know..." Dean mimics an explosion, referencing angel kills, with sound and a hand gesture near his head. "Odd deaths."

Sam snorts as we turn into the alley, luring our stalker before quickly hiding. The stranger followed as planned, standing in the middle of the alley, trying to locate where we had disappeared. Suddenly, the larger Winchester grabs him by the arm and slams him into a chain fence. Dean holds his hand against the man's chest as both brothers reach for their knives. Their weapons threaten the stalker's neck, his apprehension breaking down the man's tough facade. I stand behind the hunters, letting the boys handle this one.

"Who are you?!" Sam demands, pushing the stranger further into the fence as Dean asks, "Why are you trailing us?"

The man remained silent, eyes glued to the knives near his throat. Already anticipating the Winchester's next move, I swiftly scout the build closest to us. With no sign of life or lights turned on within, I whip the gun out of my jeans and shoot the lock on the door. The gunshot echoes throughout the alleyway, and the brothers quickly lead our hostage inside. After closing the heavy door behind us, we walk further into the abandoned warehouse.

Conveniently, there was a hook already hanging from the ceiling. Sam nods, giving me the go-ahead to shed the stalker of his jacket and the gold chain he sported as they held him in place. Then, Dean cuffs the stranger's hands before he and Sam lift him onto the hook, leaving his body to dangle from the chain between the handcuffs. The man's feet hovered over the cement floor, lightly grazing it with the tips of his shoes. While the stalker struggles against the cuffs, attempting to break loose, Dean trades his previous weapon for an angel blade. Sam and I stand aside, allowing the oldest Winchester to begin the interrogation.

"Let's start with your name." The defenseless man keeps quiet, staring angrily. Dean turns to me and politely orders, "Sweetheart, cut his shirt open."

"Yes, sir." I reach into my boot and pull out my knife.

As I move toward the uncooperative man, he blurts out, "Maurice."

"That's great. Now, what are you?" I inquire with one hand on his collar and the other on the blade.

He stares at me, hesitating to answer. With one quick motion, I slash his shirt in two, exposing his upper body. I walk away as Dean nears the stranger. He uses the edge of the blade and slices the man's face, eliciting a painful groan from the hostage. The eldest Winchester steps away as the youngest repeats my question.

"I'm a bounty hunter."

"Who's on your list?"

"Castiel."

We looked at one other, not understanding why they'd send a rouge reaper after the angel. The man became restless; The weight of his body made his arms lose their sensation. He jolts against the cuffs, using his last efforts to escape but giving up when he realizes there's no use. Dean lacerates the stranger's skin, from collarbone to chest. His vessel heals faster than he’s able to look at his captives.

"So, Maurice," Dean begins. "You bounty hunters are like Delta Force Reapers. Why would they sic you on Cas?"

"He warded himself."

"Naomi hire you?"

The hostage lightly chuckles, almost inaudibly. "You really are out of the loop. Naomi's dead. Resting in pieces."

"So then who's running things now?" asks Sam.

When Maurice remains silent, Dean shouts, "Answer!"

"Her protégé, Bartholomew. He's an up-and-comer."

"So he figured we'd lead you to Cas." The younger Winchester uses his pointer finger for emphasis as he walks around Dean, closer to the reaper.

"This Bartholomew, he organizing the angels?" I inquire, but when he doesn't respond, Dean slices his body once more, coercing him to speak.

Maurice screams in misery, pulling himself together enough to admit, "That's all I know." The eldest brother brings the angel blade to Maurice's chin, lifting his head so he would look him in the eyes. "You can kill me. It won't matter. If I don't find Castiel, there are others that will. But do what you want."

"Sure," Dean utters before impaling Maurice's neck with the blade.

An angelic light emits from the reaper's vessel as he lets out a pained cry. Dean stares into the bright glow, his countenance completely expressionless.

The Impala's RPMs decrease, and the hum of the engine quiets as Dean turns the wheel toward the curb, pulling over. He throws the gear stick into Park before shutting the car off entirely.

Sam looks around, confused. "What's up?"

"We been chasing our tails all night. No Cas. "What's up?" I'm fried." Dean replies, annoyance obvious in his husky voice. "I think it's time for Plan 'B.'"

Sammy ceased to glance around at the area where we were parked and looked back at his brother. "I'm not following."

"I'm letting you know." Dean not-so-subtly tries to communicate with the angel wearing his brother.

"O-okay." Sam straightens in his seat uncomfortably. "Um, letting me know what?"

I couldn't help but giggle after Dean tried again, this time slower. "I'm letting you know."

The younger Winchester's face scrunches with perplexity before Ezekiel takes possession. "What is it, Dean?"

"I need your help."

"That is flattering. We've been through this. I cannot be making public appearances." The angel reminds.

"Oh, I understand that. I'm not asking you to walk the red carpet, Zeke, okay? We need your help finding Cas."

"It cannot be done. He is warded."

"I know that, but maybe you can use your intergalactic, hyperspace, X-ray eyeballs to find someone else."

Zeke wore the same stupefied expression his roommate wore. Clarifying, I say, "There might be a reaper for rent on his ass. Could you find them?"

"I could try."

And so, Ezekiel shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and began searching the city. Dean and I glance at each other, quietly waiting for the angel to finish. After a few minutes, Zeke opens his eyes. I sit up, hoping he's going to deliver good news. Luckily, he gives an address.

Before Dean makes a U-turn and rushes to the apartment building where Castiel is being held hostage, Sam returns. He resumes where he left off, but Dean informs Sam of Cas's whereabouts. Once we arrived at the apartment complex, we raced to number 22. Dean kicks the door open and calls our friend's name, seeing him tied to a chair. The red-headed reaper doesn't waste a second and plunges the angel blade into Cas's abdomen.

The former angel exclaims as the weapon punctures his organs. Dean grabs his blade and lunges toward the reaper, but she flings him across the kitchen island, knocking it out of his hand. Sam and I run towards her simultaneously, and with a flick of her wrists, she sends him into the closet while I get tossed toward the window near the door. The coat rack falls on top of Sam as my body slams into the blinds, destroying the plants lined against the window sill before falling onto the table. She kicks Dean's angel blade away, then turns toward Sam.

Slightly disoriented, I slide off the black table and stagger to my feet as the reaper advances toward Sammy. He watches her stalk confidently before pulling himself out of the closet. Running, I grab Dean's blade off the wood floor as her fist connects with Sam's cheek, knocking him out cold. She turns around just as I shove the silver blade into the same spot she impaled Castiel. She screams with her dying breath before her lifeless body collapses.

"Cas. Cas." I follow Dean's voice. He pulled the weapon out of the man's abdomen, dropping it on the ground. He shook his best friend's shoulders before cupping his face gently. "Cas! Cas!"

But Castiel didn't respond.

"No," I gasp.

Dean stands tall as Sam wakes and rises from the floor. Yet, something about his composure didn't look like himself.

"He's gone," Dean announces sadly.

Sam inches closer, examining our dearly departed. It was clear Castiel was tortured before we arrived. He had slash marks along his chest and abdomen, near the tattoo he got to ward himself. Sam kneels beside Cas, hovering a hand over the wounds. Then, a white light began to glow.

Ezekiel began to heal Castiel. He struggled but powered through, mending the ex-angel's injuries. Dean and I whisper silent prayers, hoping it would do more than heal his wounds and bring him back. Ezekiel stood and began stumbling backward. He steadied himself against the wall before collapsing into unconsciousness. The older Winchester and I move toward Sam, but the rasp of Castiel's voice calling for his best friend stops us.

"Hey," Dean murmured, stepping closer to his buddy. "Hey!"

Cas's ocean-blue eyes shift from Dean over to moi. "Mari."

"Yeah," I answer, choking back a sob.

His head wanders toward Sam, now conscious again. "And Sam."

"Cas. You okay?" Sammy asks the question we all wondered.

Castiel glances at the mess around us and doesn't answer.

Dean straightens, a wave of relief flooding his face. "Never do that again!" He demands.

"All right," Cas agrees without much thought. "But I'm confused. I know she stabbed me, but I'm—well, I don't appear to be dead."

Dean looks to Sam, "Well, you got dinged. And, uh, you." He turns back to Cas, explaining, "I made a deal with her. ‘Said she wouldn't get kabobed if she brought you back. She brought you back."

If I hadn't known the truth, his smile alone would have convinced me otherwise.

"You lied," Castiel notes.

"I did. I do that." He admits.

The two dazed men stare at the eldest Winchester, drinking in his lie.

We made it back to the bunker with Castiel and take-out burritos. I sat at the Map Table, occasionally taking a bite of food, while I read one of the many open books sprawled out on the table.

"You know, you never answered my question. How did you know where to find Cas?" Sam asks his brother as they enter the Command Room.

With his mouth full, Dean explains, "I told you. I went through Maurice's pockets. I found an address and took a shot."

"I never saw you go through Maurice's pockets."

"What are you talking about? I don't see half the nerdy stuff that you do. It doesn't mean that you don't do nerdy stuff." Dean defends before slurping his beverage.

"Lay off him, would you?" I interject. "Sam may be a nerd, but you're a geek. So shut it."

"Ha!" Sam childishly exclaims.

"I am really enjoying this place. Plentiful food. Good water pressure. Things I never even considered before." Castiel beams as Dean sits on the war table beside me. "There really is a lot to being human, isn't there?"

"It ain't all just burritos and strippers, my friend," Dean replies before biting into his burrito.

Cue eye roll.

"Yeah. I understand what you're saying."

"You do?" asks Sam.

"Yes, there's more to humanity than survival. You...look for purpose, and you must not be defeated by anger or despair. Or hedonism, for that matter."

We stare at Castiel; Sam amused, Dean taken aback, and I a mixture of both.

"Where does hedonism come into it?" Dean dares to ask.

"Well, my time with April was very educational." He emphasizes.

"Yeah. I mean, I would think that getting killed is something." Sam chuckles.

"And having sex."

My eyes widen, Sam struggles to speak, and Dean chokes.

"You had sex with April?" The sex-addicted Winchester questions, standing up and giving his undivided attention.

"Yeah, that would be where the hedonism comes in," Sam whispers, hands on his hips.

Dean shushes him and waits for Castiel's response. Shy yet modestly proud, the former angel nods. The younger brother nods, impressed, while the other chuckles as I shake my head in disbelief.

"So...did you have protection?" Dean asks slyly, a smirk plastered on his face.

After cringing at his forward question, I bring the straw to my lips and sip my soda.

Confused, Cas answers, "I had my angel blade."

"Oh—Oh, he had the angel blade." Dean mocks.

Laughter takes control of my body and forces me to gag on the Coca-Cola I had not yet swallowed before expelling the soda onto the floor, just missing Cas. I hear the men, minus the one who hadn't taken sex-ed, snicker at my mishap. The sticky liquid drips from my chin as I grab napkins to wipe it off. Castiel stands there, oblivious to what caused my spit-take.

"Are you alright, Maricela?" He asks with concern.

"Mhm," I hum, elbowing Dean in his ribs.

"In any event, I—I do now see how difficult life can be and how well you all have led it. And I think you'll be great teachers."

"Thanks. Cas." Says Dean.

"Are there any more burritos?"

"Uh, yes." The eldest Winchester points to the library. The new human walks toward the food, and we watch after him. "Our little Cas. He gave it up to a reaper. That is—"

Unexpectedly, Zeke makes an appearance. "Castiel cannot stay here. He will bring the angels down on all of us."

"No, no, he's got the Enochian tattoo. He's warded." I remind the angel.

"He was warded when April found him, and she killed him."

"Yes, and you brought him back, and I thank you for that, but this is Cas, okay, who vouched for you when I didn't know you from Jack. The bunker is safe." Dean pleads his case.

"Bartholomew is massing a force. We cannot stand an incursion. Castiel is in danger, and if he is here, I am in danger." Ezekiel argues.

"You're in danger? From who, the angels?"

Ezekiel glances at Cas. "If he stays, I am afraid I will have no choice but to leave."

"Oh, no, you can't do that. Sam's not well enough. If you leave his body..." I trail off, and the angel finishes, understanding the outcome.

"I am sorry."

Leaving Dean with no choice, he walks into the corridor towards Sam's room. I glance at Dean, completely torn. He hesitates but sets his beverage and burrito on the table. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Just when we got Cas back...

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