Scarlet Ch. 2
Word Count: 4556
Note: I’ve played around with canon a bit so that this takes place after the events of 9.10 Road Trip but before 9.11 when Dean takes the Mark of Cain. So, the big angsty fight the boys have at the end of 9.10 didn’t end in Dean leaving. Instead, they go back to the bunker together, without Cas, and find a visitor.
“Cas said he’d be back in a few days.” Dean said as he and Sam trekked into the bunker after a long trip home from the confrontation with Gadreel and then Abbadon.
“Where was he going?” Sam asked as he opened the exterior door to the bunker and then descended the steps into the vestibule that opened out above the library and war room.
“Something about an angelic disturbance or some crap.” Dean explained, “He promised it wouldn’t be a long detour. I told him-.”
Dean was cut off when he slammed into Sam’s back after he stopped abruptly.
“Uh, Dean,” Sam said as he stood frozen on the balcony that overlooked the bunker’s war room and library.
“What?” Dean pushed past his brother so that he could get a look at whatever Sam was staring at. Once, he spotted her Dean growled, “What the hell? Who are you?”
“Oh, I’m so disappointed in you boys.” the intruder sighed as she spun around in her chair to face the brothers, “After the last time I thought you would remember me a bit better.”
“Scarlet?” Sam’s jaw dropped, recognizing the young witch, “How did you get in here?”
“I have my ways.” Scarlet’s painted red lips twitched into a mischievous grin that didn't quite reach her eyes.
“Uh, no.” Dean wagged a finger at her as he stomped down the stairs, with Sam on his heels. When he planted himself in front of her, she made no effort to move from her seat, “You do not get to break into our heavily warded top-secret bunker and spout that kinda crap, Princess. How the hell did you get in here?”
“It would take a long time to explain.” Scarlet shook her head, “Time I don’t think I have, Cowboy.”
“What do you mean?” Sam gave her a quizzical look.
“Well,” Scarlet grimaced as she finally stood, “There’s this little issue.”
Carefully, she unzipped her red leather jacket and pulled it aside to reveal a hole in her shirt, which was plastered to her abdomen by the blood seeping from a triangular wound.
Sam and Dean both uttered sounds of shock before Scarlet spoke, “It’s not as bad as it-,”
Before she could finish her sentence, her knees buckled. Sam’s hands shot out and he managed to catch her before she hit the floor.
“Hey, you’re going to be fine.” Sam tried to sound as reassuring as he could as he scooped her up into his arms, “Stay with us, okay?”
Scarlet tried to do as Sam asked but she was so weak that her eyes slid shut anyway.
“Dammit,” Sam cursed then ordered, “Dean, go open up the infirmary.”
Dean didn’t move an inch, he just stared incredulously at his brother so Sam asked, “What the hell are you waiting for?”
“You can’t be serious?” Dean scoffed and threw his hands in the air, “She’s a witch, Sam. We don’t help people like her, we hunt them.”
“Can we argue about this later?” Sam growled, “She’s hurt, and we owe her. She’s saved our asses more times than we can count.”
Dean didn’t say anything his brother could understand. Instead he grumbled under his breath while he spun on his heel and stalked towards the infirmary.
Sam followed after him and once he entered the newly opened infirmary, he laid Scarlet on a bed.
Once they did all they could to patch the witch up, Dean broke the silence they'd fallen into while working, "I think that’s as good as it’s gonna get, Sammy. Why don’t you go get some rest? I’ll stay with her in case she wakes up.”
“Here,” Dean said as he started to hand Sam the materials that he would need to stop the bleeding and patch Scarlet up.
As they worked, the brothers discovered nearly a dozen more cuts and wounds of varying depths littering her body. The triangular stab wound was the worst of them. It seeped far more blood than the others and was much deeper. From experience, Sam and Dean knew only one weapon that could have caused an injury like it.
“You sure?” Sam raised a tired eyebrow.
“Yeah, I’ll feel better if someone’s keeping an eye on her,” Dean said and when Sam gave him a critical look he added, “you know to make sure she doesn’t wake up and wander off into trouble.”
“Right,” Sam said skeptically, “I’ll switch you in a few hours?”
“Go, get some sleep." Dean waved his brother off.
Once Sam was gone, Dean sighed and pulled a chair up beside the bed, “You just can’t stay out of trouble can ya, Princess?”
Dean sat quietly watching Scarlet’s breathing for several minutes before he spoke again, “I don’t get you at all. You show up once in a blue moon, swooping in out of nowhere like some damn superhero to save me and Sam from whatever mess we’ve gotten ourselves into. Then, you vanish into thin air and you’re a friggin witch on top of it all. You’re supposed to be evil and what not so that we can kill you like any other monster." Dean paused again, the silence heavy, "You're not a monster though and you make it so God damn hard to hate you. Believe me. I've tried."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dean shook his head, “God, I hope you can’t hear any of this. I’m pretty sure I’d fall over dead if you knew that I don’t hate you. If you can hear me, you need to listen very carefully to what I'm about to say." When Dean spoke again his voice was thick with emotion, "Scar, I need you to be okay. You understand me? You have to be okay because if you die thinking that I hate you...”
Dean trailed off and left the rest unspoken.
Several shift changes later, Scarlet woke to find Sam sitting in the chair by her bed, a book splayed open on the table beside his chair.
“Like I got stabbed,” She deadpanned and even managed a weak smirk.
“How are you feeling?” Sam asked once she had blinked most of the bleariness from her eyes and focused in on him.
He'd turned his attention away from the book he'd been reading when he heard her begin to stir. When he realized she was waking up, Sam had discarded the book to give Scarlet his full attention.
"I can’t argue with that.” Sam chuckled, “What happened to you anyway?”
“Well, I was-” Scarlet was interrupted by Dean pushing open the door to the room.
“Sam, do you want to switch?” Dean asked but when he noticed Scarlet he crossed his arms, “You’re finally awake.”
“I was just getting ready to tell Sam how I ended up here,” She explained.
“Go right ahead.” Dean waved a hand dramatically, “I’ve got a few questions I need answers to.”
“Your wish is my command.” Scarlet found the energy to mock him lightheartedly, “I was on my way here when I got ambushed by a bunch of angels. I'll spare you the long winded tale of my triumph over the feathered pricks. The gist of it is they attacked, we fought, and I killed most of them. I was going to let the last one standing go as a warning to other angels but then they gave me this." She gestured to the stab wound bandaged under her clothes. "So, that one died too. I managed to stumbled my way to my car and drove here. It’s a minor miracle I didn’t crash my poor car.”
"I guess that makes some sense,” Dean’s head bobbed a few times as he considered Scarlet's version of events, “Angels aren’t all that fond of witches.”
“Oh, they weren’t trying to kill me because I’m a witch,” Scarlet interjected.
“Then, why did they attack you?” Sam asked.
“She probably provoked them somehow.” Dean snorted.
“Actually, Cowboy, it’s because I’m Nephilim,” Scarlet corrected.
“What?!” Both brothers choked.
“How?” Sam sputtered, “How are you a witch and Nephilim?”
"My mother was a natural-born witch,” Scarlet explained, brushing a strand of dark hair away from her face, “but my dad was an angel. So, I got the best of both worlds.”
“Do you know who your dad was?” Sam asked.
“Nope,” Scarlet shook her head and popped her lips for added emphasis on the P, “Mom died giving birth to me and she was a loner so I couldn’t find anyone to give me a trail to follow.”
“Actually, you idiots left the garage door open,” Scarlet replied, “I drove straight in.”
“Wow.” Dean blinked a few times, flabbergasted by the news, “So, that’s how you busted in? You’re just super powerful?”
“But how did you even find this place?” Dean asked.
“I followed you guys here a while back,” she shrugged, “I was bored, and you passed me one day while I was stopped at a gas station. So, I used my angel powers to hide out in your back seat, invisibly of course, and poofed out just before you entered the bunker’s warded walls.”
“So, you had wings?” Sam asked.
“Had? I still have them,” Scarlet corrected him, “They come in handy, but I drive when time allows and ya know when I’m not bleeding out. If I tried to fly while injured it would not end well.”
“How?” Sam asked, “Every angel we know of had their wings burned during the fall.”
“So, you do know what happened to the angels?” Scarlet’s eyes lit up.
“How do you know something happened to the angels?” Dean asked.
“I’m not a civilian, Cowboy,” Scarlet rolled her eyes, “It was pretty easy to see that those weren’t your run of the mill meteorites falling to the ground a few months ago. Problem is none of the hunters I know seem to agree on what happened to the angels.”
“It’s a long story,” Sam sighed.
“I’ve got an angel blade hole in me,” Scarlet shifted in the bed but hissed when it jostled her injury, “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”
“Alright,” Dean said as he pulled up a chair beside the bed.
Once everyone was comfortable, Dean launched into explaining the events that led up to the Great Fall and what had transpired since then. Sam occasionally interjected a detail that Dean had forgotten.
“So, since the last time I saw you boys, Sam almost killed himself by trying to close the gates of hell and cure a demon, and you let him get possessed by an angel to save his life, the angels were cast out of heaven by the scribe of God, and the prophet, Kevin, was murdered by the angel who possessed Sam, and now that angel is running around in an old vessel?” Scarlet summarized.
“Yeah, pretty much sums it up,” Sam nodded.
“You boys sure know how to incite world-altering crises,” Scarlet laughed.
“Gee, thanks,” Dean said dryly.
“Hey, don’t get offended,” Scarlet said, “You two have been at the heart of nearly every apocalyptic level event for the last few years, including the actual apocalypse.”
“We averted that apocalypse,” Sam reminded her.
“You also started it,” Scarlet retorted.
“Unintentionally,” Dean defended his brother and himself, and Scarlet could hear the tension building in his voice.
“Doesn’t change the result,” Scarlet shot back, antagonizing him further.
“Like you’ve never made a mistake,” Dean argued.
“I’ve made hundreds of them,” Scarlet admitted, “but none of them caused an apocalypse.”
“Alright, cut it out you two,” Sam interjected, recognizing the beginnings of a full-blown pissing match, “You need to get some rest, Scarlet.”
“Ah, rest is for quitters,” she waved him off.
“Rest is for people who have been stabbed and passed out in my arms,” Sam said.
“Touché,” Scarlet conceded.
“We’ll leave you alone for a while,” Sam said as he pushed Dean towards the door.
“See you, boys,” Scarlet said with a small but mischievous smile as the door shut behind them.
Once the door was shut firmly behind them and they were out of earshot of the room, Dean turned to Sam.
“I don’t know what it is about that girl, but she just drives me crazy,” Dean said, releasing some of the built-up tension from his spat with Scarlet.
“You really shouldn’t let her antagonize you like that,” Sam said.
“Let her?!” Dean exclaimed, “I don’t let her do anything. She keeps just magically appearing and acting all mysterious and stuff.”
“You enjoy bickering with her,” Sam smirked.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Dean scoffed.
“She doesn’t lay down and take your shit,” Sam pointed out, “That’s what you like about her, isn’t it?”
“Like her? I don’t friggin’ like her,” Dean said exasperatedly, “She drives me nuts.”
“You do,” Sam said, “If you didn’t you would have shot her by now just on the grounds of her being a witch.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean shook his head before he stalked away in search of booze.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Mornin’, Cowboy,” Scarlet mumbled as she stumbled into the library the next morning, still bleary-eyed from sleep and wearing nothing but a pair of boy shorts and an oversized t-shirt she’d found in one of the drawers in the infirmary.
“You’re up early,” Dean glanced at her over the top of his laptop and was shocked by her appearance.
He’d never seen her in anything but her signature red jacket and skinny jeans or leggings combo. That wasn’t what really what shocked him, though, it was how fragile she looked. Her skin was pale from the blood loss and her normally painted red lips were bare, which only served to make her look even more drained.
“I’m an early riser,” Scarlet shrugged after gingerly lowering herself into the chair nearest her and propping her feet up on the one next to her.
“You were stabbed yesterday,” Dean raised an eyebrow, “I think that gives you the right to a few extra hours of shut-eye.”
“Nah,” Scarlet yawned before shifting in her seat so that there wasn’t as much pressure on her wound, “I was passed out most of the day yesterday and I slept like a rock after you and Sam left last night. I’m pretty well rested.”
“You look like hell,” Dean said referring to the dark circles under eyes and the absolute disaster that was her hair.
“You say the kindest things,” Scarlet said sarcastically, “Makes a girl feel all warm and fuzzy.”
“Shut up,” Dean rolled his eyes when she crinkled her nose at him.
“It’s true,” Scarlet insisted playfully.
Before Dean could say something snarky back Sam interrupted, “Scarlet! You’re up.”
“Am I?” Scarlet looked around incredulously, “I thought this was a fever dream.”
“And I see your sense of humor is still intact,” Sam shook his head as set Dean’s cup of coffee in front of him, “You hungry?”
“Only if you’ve got like a pound of bacon and a bottle of whiskey,” Scarlet quipped.
“She sounds like you,” Sam gave Dean a light shove.
“She’s got good taste,” Dean admitted begrudgingly.
“I think we’ve got bacon in the fridge still,” Sam said, “I’ll go fry it up.”
“Yes,” Scarlet hummed, “Bring me all of the bacon and don’t forget the whiskey.”
“I don’t think so,” Sam said disapprovingly as he left the room.
“You’re no fun!” Scarlet called after him before she turned back to Dean, “What about you? Think you can hook me up with some whiskey?”
“Sam said no,” Dean said without looking up from his laptop.
“So?” Scarlet asked, “You’re the older brother, you can do what you want.”
“Really?” Dean arched an eyebrow as he glanced away from the screen, “That’s your ploy? Pull the age card?”
“Yup!” Scarlet chirped.
“You’re good,” Dean sighed as he closed his laptop and pushed his chair back, “You know that?”
“I do,” Scarlet smirked as she watched Dean stalk towards the far corner, “but it’s great to finally hear you admit it.”
“Right,” Dean drew out the vowel as he reached into the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle. He glanced at the label before pulling the stopper and pouring the amber liquid into two glasses.
“Here,” he said as he handed Scarlet the glass after walking over to her chair.
“My hero,” Scarlet smiled sweetly up at Dean when she accepted the glass.
“Uh-huh,” Dean rolled his eyes, “Don’t get used to it, Princess.”
“Oh,” Scarlet sighed contentedly after taking a long sip of the whiskey, “This is good.”
“The Men of Letters may have been a stuffy nerd squad,” Dean said after taking a drink out of his own glass, “but they had damn good taste in booze.”
“Amen to that,” Scarlet raised her glass towards Dean.
After that Dean and Scarlet fell into a relatively comfortable silence until Sam came in a while later carrying a plate piled high with bacon.
“Dean, I said no whiskey,” Sam groaned.
“I do what I want,” Dean shot back.
Sam sighed and shook his head as he set the plate of bacon down on the table, “What am I going to do with you two?”
“Absolutely nothing,” Scarlet said as she grabbed several strips of crispy bacon, “We’re friggin perfect as we are, Sammy.”
“Right,” Sam snorted.
“Sam, you fried up some great bacon,” Scarlet hummed happily, “If I wasn’t already interested in someone else, I’d kiss you.”
Sam ignored Dean choking on his whiskey and asked, “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Now where’s the fun in telling you?” Scarlet asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“You know,” Dean said after recovering from his coughing fit, “I think you ask more questions than you answer.”
“That’s probably an accurate observation,” Scarlet shrugged in between bites of bacon, “but if you knew everything about me I’d lose my mysterious hunter reputation.”
“Yeah, but I might be more willing to trust you,” Dean groused.
“Oh, please,” Scarlet waved him off, “You don’t need to know everything about a person to trust them. When have I ever done anything that might give you a reason not to trust me?”
“I’m sure I could come up with a few times,” Dean said.
“No, I don’t think you could,” Scarlet replied, “You might not like my answers or my methods but you can’t say that I’ve never come through when you really needed me. Can you?”
Dean sat in silence for a few moments before he admitted, “No, I can’t.”
“Dean’s right, though, Scarlet,” Sam cut in, “You’ve crossed our paths half a dozen times now but we hardly know anything about you. We’d like you to be our friend, but your evasion tactics make it kind of hard.”
“Hey, I never said I wanted to be friends,” Dean argued.
“Fine, I want to be your friend,” Sam corrected.
Scarlet was stunned, “You actually want to be my friend?”
“Yes,” Sam laughed a bit, “Is that so hard to believe?”
“A bit, yeah,” Scarlet nodded, “You’re the frickin’ Winchester brothers and I’m a witch slash Nephilim. You hunt monsters like me. Despite all the times I’ve saved your asses, I was pretty surprised when you didn’t let me bleed out on the floor.”
“You came to us for help,” Sam said, “After all the time’s you’ve helped us it would have been wrong to let you die like that.”
“I wouldn’t have blamed you,” Scarlet shrugged, “If I were you, I probably would have let me die.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I already kind of consider you my friend then,” Sam’s eyes met Scarlet’s and he could have sworn he saw something akin to shock flash through them but it was gone before he could be sure.
“So,” Scarlet cleared her throat before changing the subject, “What did you boys want to know about little ole me then?”
“How old are you?” Dean leaned forward in his chair so that his arms were resting on the table and his hands were clasped together.
“32,” Scarlet replied as she reached across the table to take another piece of bacon.
“Wow,” Sam said a bit surprised, “I figured you were younger than that.”
“Thanks,” Scarlet smiled, “I pride myself on my youthful glow. Makes it easier to trick monsters into thinking I’m not dangerous.”
“How long have you been hunting?” Dean asked.
“I mean I’ve always known about the supernatural thanks to my heritage but I never really considered hunting until I was 16,” Scarlet explained, “I ran into a young werewolf behind a movie theater. It would have killed me if an old hunter by the name of Rufus Turner hadn’t saved my skin. Shot the damn thing dead. After he cleaned up the mess, he told me to run and forget everything I’d seen and I did run but when I got home I got to thinking. Eventually, I decided I wanted to use my powers to help people so I did as much research as I could before going after my first monster.”
Scarlet smiled fondly as she recalled her first hunt, “I still remember the look on that vamps face when he realized I wasn’t your average teenager. That was the first time I ever used my smiting powers.”
“Your first hunt was a vampire?!” Sam’s eyes widened in shock.
“Hell yeah,” Scarlet beamed proudly.
“You could have been killed on a hunt like that with no experience,” Dean said pessimistically.
“Maybe,” Scarlet shrugged, “but I wasn’t so it’s a moot point now.”
“Got any good hunting stories?” Sam redirected the conversation away from a potential argument.
“Hundreds,” Scarlet nodded, “got any requests?”
The trio spent the next several hours swapping hunting stories before the conversation shifted towards the current situation with the angels sometime mid-afternoon.
“So, basically Metatron is up to no good upstairs?” Scarlet summarized, “and the angels that survived the fall have split into factions?”
“Yup,” Dean agreed.
“Sounds like you guys could use some angelic help,” Scarlet offered.
“I mean we do have Cas’ help, too,” Sam said, “but since you’re a Nephilim that makes you more powerful than the average angel, right?”
“A child of heaven and earth is more born more powerful than it’s celestial parent,” Scarlet recited a phrase she’d heard several times in her life, “Seems to hold true every time I’ve face angels so far. Except when they gang up on me, then that’s a bitch.”
“You would really help us kick some angel’s ass?” Dean asked, mildly unconvinced that she would go against her own blood.
“Um, without hesitation,” Scarlet agreed without hesitation, “The angels don’t exactly like me. I’m an abomination to them. Not only am I half-angel, but I’m also ‘contaminated’ with the devil’s magic.”
“I guess that makes some sense,” Sam looked to Dean, “It’s pretty explicitly written that the creation of Nephilim is prohibited. Normally, they’re slain at birth.”’
“But luckily for me, my mom was smarter than those tree toppers,” Scarlet continued, “She placed several spells on this necklace.”
After pulling an intricate pendant out of her shirt she explained its significance, “This shields me from being tracked by any kind of magic whether it’s of heaven or hell.”
“Nifty,” Dean said before asking, “So, how long do you think you’ll be out of commission with that wound? We don’t have time to wait around for you to heal. Metatron isn’t messing around and neither is Abaddon.”
“It’ll be closed up by tomorrow,” Scarlet explained, “Doesn’t take too long for me to heal from these kinds of injuries. If it had been a normal knife I’d already be healed.”
“Impressive,” Dean said but his voice indicated that he wasn’t actually all that impressed.
“I’m going to go get a couple hours of shut eye before dinner,” Scarlet yawned, “Healing takes a ton of energy.”
“Alright,” Sam said, “I’ll come get you when it’s ready.”
“Thanks,” Scarlet said, “We can talk strategy after we eat. I’m ready to kick some angelic ass.”
“Sleep tight,” Dean called as Scarlet retreated towards the bunker’s sleeping quarters.
“Sleep tight?” Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother.
“Yeah,” Dean said defensively, “You got a problem with that?”
“No,” Sam held up his hands in surrender, “Not at all. It’s just that you seem to have warmed up to her a bit.”
“I guess I don’t find her as insufferably cocky as I did,” Dean admitted reluctantly.
“Right,” Sam chuckled, “I’m gonna go do some laundry.”
“You have fun with that,” Dean said, “I’m gonna finish this bottle of beer.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A few hours later, Sam decided to check-in on Scarlet and see if she was feeling up to eating yet but when he knocked on the door, he didn’t receive a response.
His heart started to pound when he remembered how pale she had looked earlier before she went to lay down and he feared the worst. Frantically, he pushed open the door to the infirmary and was shocked to find it empty.
“De-an!” Sam called before he crossed the room, where he found a note with his and Dean’s names scrawled on the front it. A few moments later Dean appeared in the door.
“What are you-” Dean froze when he saw the empty bed, “Where the hell did she go?”
“She just left,” Sam shook his head, “Why would she just leave like this? We helped her and she just up and leaves?”
“I’ve told you the girl’s crazy,” Dean shook his head.
“I thought-”
“You thought what, Sam?” Dean demanded, “That she would stick around and join our little club or something because we patched her up? No, she’s a witch, Sam. She knew where she could get help. Once she got it, she didn’t need to be here anymore. All that talk about helping us with the angels was just a bunch of bullshit.”
“I don’t think that’s what happened,” Sam disagreed.
“What makes you say that?” Dean asked skeptically.
“Her note,” Sam held it out for Dean to take.
“Sorry,” Dean read the note aloud, “That’s it? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Sorry for what?”
“I don’t know,” Sam sighed, “but I don’t think that she really wanted to go.”
“Sam, no one forced her to leave,” Dean said.
“We don’t know that,” Sam argued.
“How would someone force her to do anything?” Dean asked, “Her phone was broken when she was attacked so how would anyone contact her?”
“I don’t know,” Sam shook his head, “but something doesn’t feel right.”
“Whatever,” Dean growled, “I’m gonna go for a drive.”
“What about dinner?” Sam called after him but didn’t receive a response.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A short while later, Dean was pulling up a barstool in a dive bar that was a few towns over from Lebanon and he was several beers in when he heard a familiar voice beside him.
“So, is that boudoir smile for me?” Crowley asked cheekily and when Dean pulled the demon blade on him he added, “At least buy me a drink first.”
“I said the next time I see you-,” Dean rumbled dangerously.
“Dead. Yes, that rings a bell,” Crowley recalled, “but let’s not dwell on the past, shall we? This bar is a bust. That waitress is trouble with a capital VD. So, it’s time to move on to more pressing matters. Like destroying Abaddon.”
“Yeah, good luck with that,” Dean scoffed, “The knights of hell aren’t exactly the dying kind.”
“But there is something that can kill a knight,” Crowley pointed out, “The weapon that the archangels used to execute them. The first blade.
“Never heard of it,” Dean said still clutching the knife, ready to use it at any second, “Can I kill you now?”
“I’ve been chasing it for decades,” Crowley said, ignoring Dean’s threat, and he didn’t fail to notice when Dean slammed it down on the bar top so Crowley explained how one of his droogs by the name of Smitty had heard that one of Abaddon’s proteges had had knowledge of the first blade but the protégé had been killed by John Winchester before Smitty could nab the protégé.
“I’m here to see if there’s anything in the John Winchester Memorial library that might lead us to the first blade,” Crowley said and put a heavy emphasis on the word ‘us’, “That might lead us to killing Abaddon.”
“You want to hunt, with me?” Dean asked skeptically.
“I do love a good buddy comedy,” Crowley replied.
“Why not,” Dean shrugged as he pulled his Dad’s old journal out of his jacket, “My plans to deal with the angels just went up in smoke so I might as well switch my focus to the demons.”
“Then you can start by helping me find the first blade,” Crowley insisted.
“Alright, let’s see what Dad’s got in here,” Dean said as he started thumbing through the journal, “Maybe we can nail us a knight of hell.”
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So many nice Destiel moments in 8.7! But I have a question about something else, forgive me if it's been addressed before. Why do you think they introduced Donatello in s11 when he was not a part of this group Crowley kidnapped and Samandriel said there weren't any other prophets born yet? Did they forget some of this group survived? :)
In 9.10:
METATRON: He was a threat, but I flipped a switch upstairs, and now that Kevin is gone, there will be no more Prophets. And what about Dean Winchester?
Metatron did something that “deactivated” all the prophets. Those folks were just… regular folks after that. But with Chuck actively working on Earth again, he had the power to pick himself a new prophet. Or maybe it’s something that’s automatic (like the making of Hands of God, that’s just a side effect of coming into contact with Chuck’s power). Who knows? But that’s why Donatello and not one of these potential prophets.
AND OH GOD the Destiel moments in s8 are so damn heartbreaking… because of Naomi. She ORDERED Cas to SPY on Sam and Dean, and report back to her. I mean, he probably would’ve wanted to stay with them anyway, but…
NAOMI: Tell me about Sam and Dean.CASTIEL: The Prophet is being kept safe. The tablet has split in two and the Winchesters are trying to recover the missing piece. Why am I telling you any of this?NAOMI: It’s not your concern. Help the Winchesters, come when they call. You will report in to me regularly, and you will never remember having done so.CASTIEL: No. I won’t do that.NAOMI: [smiling] Now, as you were. They won’t even notice you were gone.
He is on a mission for her, will report back to her, and yet will never remember having done so. So how much of Cas’s choices during this time are HIS, and how much are Naomi influencing him to participate in this mission for her?
Before I talk about that, I’d like to talk about how Crowley came to be the s8 Big Bad, because I think that’s important too. Just like Eve getting pissed off that Crowley and Cas were trying to hack and pillage Purgatory in s6, and just like the monsters were getting pissed in s12 when the BMoL were trying to exterminate them, Crowley’s in the same position regarding Hell in s8. OF COURSE he’s going to do whatever it takes to stop Sam and Dean from locking him and all the rest of the demons in Hell forever.
He hates that place, first off. But sealing up Hell… talk about something having Cosmic Consequences. Even the ATTEMPT to close Hell was enough to unbalance the natural order. And then Metatron went and dumped all the angels out of Heaven. That didn’t do anyone any good, either. So yeah, Crowley wasn’t just being a jerk for nothing here… He wasn’t the Big Bad of s8– Sam and Dean were. Or at least their hubris was.
Okay, back to the Destiel. Cas is still, throughout this time, struggling with his guilt, with the consequences of his actions from s6…
CASTIEL: See, it wasn’t that I was weak. I was stronger than you. I pulled away. Nothing you could have done would have saved me, because I didn’t want to be saved.DEAN: What the hell are you talking about?CASTIEL: It’s where I belonged. I needed to do penance. After the things I did on earth and in heaven, I didn’t deserve to be out. And I saw that clearly when I was there. I… I planned to stay all along. I just didn’t know how to tell you. You can’t save everyone, my friend… though, you try.
And he doubles down on this in 8.08. He insists he’s fine when Dean asks, but he can’t look Dean in the eye. Dean’s still worried about him, because he still has no idea how Cas managed to get out of Purgatory. CAS still doesn’t know how he got out of Purgatory, because he doesn’t remember his chats with Naomi… But it’s clear that Cas is still “not quite right”:
DEAN: Don’t get me wrong. I’m – I’m happy you’re back. I’m – I’m freaking thrilled. It’s just this whole mysterious-resurrection thing – it always has one mother of a downside.CASTIEL: So, what do you want me to do?DEAN: Maybe take a trip upstairs.CASTIEL: To Heaven?DEAN: Yeah, poke around, see if the God squad can’t tell us how you got out.CASTIEL: No.DEAN: Look, man, I – I hate those flying-ass monkeys just as much as you do, but –CASTIEL: [forcefully] Dean! I said no![After a pause, DEAN closes the laptop, walks over and sits on the edge of the other bed, facing CASTIEL.]DEAN: Talk to me.CASTIEL: Dean, I… When I was… bad… and I had all those things – the… the leviathans… writhing inside me… I caused a lot of suffering on earth, but I devastated Heaven. I vaporized thousands of my own kind, and I – I – I can’t go back.DEAN: 'Cause if you do, the angels will kill you.CASTIEL: Because if I see what Heaven’s become – what I – [sighs] what I made of it… I’m afraid I might kill myself.
then we get Moosus Interruptus (again), and Dean never gets a chance to probe further into this. Needless to say, it’s part of his underlying concern for Cas for the rest of the season.
Dean tries to treat Cas like the hunter-in-training that he insisted he wanted to be, yet all the while remaining A CONCERN about Cas’s mental state. And throughout this episode, Sam’s recalling his life with Amelia. Dean uses the same phrase– “Living in a dream world”– to describe Fred Jones’s state of mind, when Amelia’s father had used the same phrase to describe what she was trying to do with Sam, playing house together when they were both running from their problems and not really addressing them. Unfortunately, Cas takes that to heart, which is good in some ways and really… unfortunate in others.
Sure, he gets to a point where he doesn’t want to run anymore. He feels like he should face what he’d done. Not just punish himself by hiding and isolating himself (like he was doing in Purgatory), but really begin to make amends if he could.
(Recall that all the while Naomi has other plans for him, that he doesn’t know about consciously, despite acting on her wishes… so his wish to return to Heaven and face the consequences is overruled by Naomi, despite him not realizing that SHE is the one stopping him from acting on that wish. It really starts to mess with his head)
NAOMI: I can see what you’re thinking, and I won’t allow it.CASTIEL: You don’t understand. I have been trying to pretend that I can escape what I did in Heaven, but I can’t. All that pain that I caused – I – I have to come back, to make things right.NAOMI: And you are… by doing what you’re told. Bottom line – unless I ring my bell, you stay out of Heaven, Castiel.
And back on Earth, Dean is concerned, but after what Cas has said to him over the last few episodes ^^, Dean isn’t about to try and override Cas’s choices now. Dean invited Cas to stay with them, offered him shotgun, and told him he’d done good on the hunt. And Cas seems to be in a much better place than he was at the beginning of the episode. After his conversation with Dean, how honest Cas was with him about his feelings, Dean trusts Cas to talk to him now, to be honest with him if there was really something more going on here. But neither of them know that Cas isn’t fully in control of his choices here:
SAM: You – you what, Cas? W-why can’t you come with us?CASTIEL: I, um… I want to stay with Mr. Jones. Someone should watch over him for a few days just to be safe.DEAN: Okay, and then what?CASTIEL: Then I’m not sure. But I know I can’t run anymore.
The parallel at the end of the episode is between Sam and Amelia– just as Sam’s accepted by Amelia’s dad, just as he’s starting to feel good about this life he’s making with her, she gets the call that her husband’s been found alive. Suddenly the choice to stay with her has been taken entirely out of his hands.
Just like Cas’s choices are out of HIS hands, when Naomi tells him no, and forces him to stay on Earth. It messes with him in really big ways. At the beginning of 8.08, he honestly DID want to be a hunter, he honestly seemed happy about staying with Sam and Dean. But once he’d made the conscious decision to return to Heaven and really try to seek forgiveness for what he’d done, to find out how he’d gotten out of Purgatory, Naomi had to directly override that decision. After that, Cas was conflicted and adrift, prevented from what he’d wanted to do.
Naomi actively prevented him from receiving that repentance and understanding that he’d been ready to face. So he has no idea WHY he’s being prevented from this, and he’s honestly confused by it. It really screws with him… Naomi is overriding his free will, and it messes with Cas in so many other ways.
All of this comes to an explosive head in 8.10, as Cas’s orders from Naomi, his own wishes, his own sense of obligation to help Samandriel, his relationship with Dean and Sam… just, everything goes sideways.
We see Naomi fully sock-puppet him, putting words in his mouth and forcing his hand in killing Samandriel, all in the name of keeping the knowledge of the Angel Tablet out of the Winchesters’ hands. Because if they’re decoding the Demon Tablet with the goal of shutting Hell, then what might they do if they got their hands on the Angel Tablet?
But Cas doesn’t CONSCIOUSLY know any of this. Sam and Dean are entirely in the dark about it. But they do know that SOMETHING is wrong with Cas…
It’s obvious to Dean that Cas isn’t himself, and while Dean still has no idea what brought Cas out of Purgatory, or how it might still be affecting him, it’s clear that Cas isn’t entirely acting on his own free will here. He’s acting like Robo Cas in that scene after he kills Samandriel, blood dripping from his eye, and he absently thanks them for their help before booping off with Samandriel’s body without any further explanation of ANYTHING.
It’s so unsettling to Sam and Dean that they completely ward the cabin against angels before even discussing the situation.
DEAN: I told you something was off with him since he got back from Purgatory.SAM: So, what, you think someone’s messing with him or something?DEAN: Who?SAM: Angels?DEAN: Why would the angels have him kill another angel?
Then we don’t even SEE Cas for the next SIX EPISODES. But we do see Dean praying to him. We see him concerned about Cas, getting a bit piney and worried, not knowing if Cas is even okay, but not really having any way to find out. Frustrating as hell, and combined with the whole Hell Trials thing going sideways, worry over Kevin, the discovery of the Bunker, learning about Henry and coming to a small bit of peace over their family’s history, and both guilt and concern over what the trials are doing to Sam… holy cow he’s got a lot on his worry plate…
Then the minute Cas comes back in 8.17, Dean’s thrilled that he’s alive, hurt that Cas had been ignoring his prayers all this time, and suspicious of Cas’s current behavior. It’s clear to him that Cas is lying to him, but he doesn’t understand WHY.
Until Cas is nearly beating him to death and begs Naomi to let him stop hurting Dean.
It’s the Big Threatening Button theory of mind control here– you can only control people’s actions up to a point before something will go so violently against that person’s own self-interest that they’re able to overcome said brainwashing. And for Cas, that point is Dean.
*stops typing to cry about this, and I’m only up to watching 8.09 here. I’m gonna be a mess when it actually airs next week…*
And knowing ALL of this, that scene where Cas flaps back to Heaven with Samandriel’s body looks unsettlingly similar to Cas leaving the playground with Kelly at the end of 12.19. He delivers nearly the same line to them both times– he thanks them for what they’ve done. In 8.10 he boops himself off to points unknown, but in 12.19 he no longer has that ability, so instead of booping HIMSELF off, he boops Sam and Dean unconscious so he can flee with Kelly.
In NEITHER scene is he acting fully of his own accord. The scenarios are just too similar to allow any other explanation.
Cas kills someone under the complete control of another being:
Naomi forces him to stab Samandriel
Jack forces his power into Cas to kill Dagon (which yeah, that’s good for Cas because Dagon was about to kill him if he hadn’t… so… )
Cas is behaving in an uncharacteristically fishy manner:
Cas is bleeding FROM HIS EYE, acting distant and robotic, not looking directly at Dean, and WE see how Naomi is literally sock-puppeting him– her literal words coming out of his mouth.
Cas has this weird golden grace creep across his skin and INTO HIS EYES, acting distant and robotic, not looking directly at Dean, and we can only assume that whatever zapped into his eyes is still affecting him, because we can’t SEE that glow anymore, but stuff like that has ALWAYS had lasting consequences on this show– Dean with the MoC, Cas taking on Sam’s soul damage… that visual effect, the glowy-veined thing, has only ever been used as a Not Good Thing.
I mentioned above that Cas thanked Dean in both of these scenes, but Dean’s line to Cas in both of these scenes is also telling:
In 8.10: DEAN: Cas, you okay?
in 12.19: Dean: Are you okay?
And in both circumstances, we’re supposed to be replying HECK NO HE IS NOT OKAY.
(heh, not to mention Amanda Tapping is directly responsible for BOTH of these scenes– directing Cas’s actions via mind control as Naomi in 8.10, and LITERALLY DIRECTING his actions in 12.19, as the LITERAL DIRECTOR of the episode… I find that pleasantly meta)
But there are KEY differences this time around. S8 culminated in Cas having his grace stolen, falling and becoming human AGAINST HIS WILL. But s12 ended with us watching Cas’s grace explode when Lucifer stabbed him with an angel blade, his wing prints burned into the earth. Both the angel and human parts of him are “dead” for now. The spoiler that he’ll be coming back in s13 (or at least the “important parts” will be coming back, and he’ll still be “our Cas”) makes me believe that he might finally have a CHOICE in all of this for once. And that’s what’s different this time.
Leading up to this eventual choice, the situation wouldn’t work unless nothing that’s come up to this point has actually BEEN his freely-made, 100% conscious choice. Because WHAT BROKE THE CONNECTION? An angel blade through the heart. Up to that moment, Cas had been hiding things (or trying to). He’d been running from Dean like he had with the angel tablet after 8.17.
The EXACT same way that he’d run throughout 8.21:
Lookit how run down he is. The tablet was FORCING him to do this, in the interest of its own self-protection. It doesn’t WANT to be found. It doesn’t WANT to be used, by ANYONE. Not demons nor angels nor Winchesters.
REMIND YOU OF ANYONE?!
Like Jack, who doesn’t want to be used by Lucifer or Dagon or EVEN THE WINCHESTERS. He might only have as much self-awareness of that lump of artfully carved rock before he’s born, BUT HE HAS AT LEAST AS MUCH POWER AS THAT ROCK.
(remember Metatron used the tablet to power himself up to nearly god-levels during s9, so we KNOW what an angel who WANTS to tap into that power can achieve. What could an entity who WANTED to tap into Jack’s power potentially use it for?)
But Cas… has no interest in exploiting either the power of the tablet nor Jack’s power for their own personal ends. Like the tablet accepted him as its guardian for that reason, Jack seems to have done the same with Cas in 12.19.
It’s freaking Harry Potter able to grab the Sorcerer’s Stone in the Mirror of Erised because he wanted to PROTECT the stone from being used, while everyone else wanted to use it for their own ends. BOTH TIMES– with the angel tablet and now with Jack.
Why do I keep finding Harry Potter references in this show? Ugh.
So now that Cas has been put into this position YET AGAIN, but in a slightly different way, and with a different perspective after living through the intervening years (which he admitted have “changed him” and have been “the best part of his life” and during which he’s grown to accept the Winchesters as his family, and that he loves them), how will things be DIFFERENT this time around? That’s what s13 will show us.
Because EVERYTHING that’s happened in the intervening years has changed Cas. He lived as a human for a time. He was jerked around by the universe, by Metatron, by God and the Darkness and Lucifer and Heaven… and after all of that, NOTHING ELSE is the same as it was back in s8.
Our lil angel has come so far… :’)
(and yes, this is why it totally would’ve skeeved me out if destiel had actually gone canon back in s8… the eurgh factor was just too high with all the mind control…)
(and whoops I mentioned to lizbob that i was typing up something about s8 destiel several hours ago, and she just pointed out that I hadn’t posted it yet, and I had to confess that I was still typing it a couple hours later, so I figure I should probably stop now… :P)
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