Ceteris Paribus (3a/?)
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super_seme04AN: This chapter is turning into something huge so it may have to be cut into two or three parts. I'm excited yet kind of worried because I didn't plan for that to happen... However, I'm sure the outcome will be something we'll all like. Without further ado, here is a tale of two angels, two brothers, and their struggle to not kill each before Lilith tries to.
Chapter Three: Nacho Cheese
Dean still dreamed of blue eyes, but he would wake up frustrated and muttering the name of a person he had never met. “What did we do last night,” Sam groaned as he sat up. “…We went out last night,” Dean asked in confusion.
“That’s it, I’m calling Bobby,” Sam muttered as he rummaged around for his phone. Dean grunted then rolled over. For the past few days, anything that usually went bump in the night had simply disappeared. Reports of bodies with their eyes being burned out circulated among everyone that knew anything so everyone was tense.
“Sammy, when was the last time we saw a demon,” Dean suddenly asked. “…Uh, does Ruby count,” Sam cautiously asked. Bitch. “Forget it,” was Dean muffled response against his pillow, “just call Bobby.”
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“…Only you two,” Bobby said with a weary shake of his head. Dean sulked and Sam just shuffled his feet guiltily. “Is it the whole day or just last night?” “…” “You don’t remember anything at all, do you,” Bobby asked with a long sigh. Sam opened his mouth then quickly closed it and glanced at Dean. “Strawberry kiwi jello shots,” he said with a grimace.
“Strawberry kiwi jello shots,” Bobby repeated. “I’m not proud of it, but that’s all that I remember,” Sam helplessly said. Bobby sat down then adjusted his cap. “Do you remember anything useful,” he asked. “Names, appearance, smell? I need something besides strawberry kiwi jello shots, boys.”
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“We are ordered to allow them to proceed.”
“I know.”
“You do not seem troubled by this.”
“They are merely men, Castiel.”
“They are still very important.”
“I know.”
From a secret place, Castiel and Uriel watched Robert Singer and the Winchesters, undetected and invisible. Uriel only found it amusing, but Castiel watched with rapt attention. Hours went by, but the three still continued to search through every resource that was available to them. Uriel quickly grew bored and Castiel realized this just as quickly.
“What are you going to do,” she asked as she continued to watch the mortals. A blind man could see that Dean Winchester was all she was focused on, but Uriel said nothing. She decided to tuck that bit of information away for a rainy day. Castiel was already considered odd by angel standards, but no one was foolish enough to utter such nonsense in Uriel's presence.
“Names have power,” Uriel answered. “...You're going to give them your name,” Castiel slowly said as she frowned. “No,” Uriel said with a snort. “I’m going to give them yours,” she added before she willed herself back into existence.
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“Okay, it’s been five hours,” Sam said as he massaged his neck. “We’re either going to keep looking for something that looks familiar though we don’t know exactly what we’re looking for, or we’re going to stop. What do you want to do, Dean?”
“Castiel.”
Bobby didn’t even question it, he started looking and didn’t have to look long enough. “Castiel is an angel,” he quietly said. “…They actually exist?” Bobby rolled his eyes and Dean prepared himself for a lesson. “We always thought that we were the “good” of the equation, but there’s always a higher power,” he explained.
“Man is born with sin, but can try to be good. He’ll screw up from time to time ,” Bobby said, “but he’ll still try to be a decent human being. Angels pretty much succeed where we fail because they are perfect in every way imaginable. The question you should be asking isn’t do they exist, it should be what the hell is going on to bring them here,” Bobby said as he carefully closed his book.
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“The Winchesters are lucky to know such a man,” Castiel said as Uriel returned.
“He is wise,” the other angel reluctantly admitted.
“Our orders are still to only watch despite what you have done.”
“I realize this and will take full responsibility for my actions,” Uriel dutifully replied.
“No more acts of recklessness.”
“I know.”
“We cannot afford anymore-”
“Castiel, I know,” Uriel gently repeated.
“As long as you understand,” Castiel impassively said after a breath of silence.
Uriel nodded then unfurled her massive wings like a hawk suddenly spotting prey.
“Wanna go play human so we can get some nachos,” she asked.
“You hunger?”
“I like the taste and the texture,” Uriel said. “You know as well as I that we do not hunger.”
Castiel almost smiled at Uriel's blatant annoyance then stood.
“Are we going to Houston or Mexico?”
“Austin.”
“Cool.”
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Dean paced the room in short, measured steps so it was Sam that spoke first. “Why would an angel mind wipe us, Bobby,” he asked. “Don’t we do… good? I mean, none of this makes any sense!”
Bobby shrugged then pinned Dean down with a look. “Sit.” Dean practically threw into a chair, but Bobby just raised an eyebrow at his behavior. “You boys should stay here for a while,” he advised. “Demons are cocky bastards, but angels don’t play with their food. You’d best lay low for a couple of days until we can figure out exactly what's going on.”
Sam nodded and Dean tapped his foot restlessly then suddenly stood up and walked out of the house. Bobby just shook his head then went into the kitchen. Sam just shrugged then walked behind him like a puppy about to be fed.
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They ended up going to Dallas for nachos, neither angel minded that much. Uriel had even got a margarita slushie. They ate in a companionable silence as they watched Dean Winchester stomp around Robert Singer’s junk yard. Castiel looked slightly unhappy, but Uriel was just waiting for the fool to cut himself on something sharp and rusty.
*CRUNCH*
Dean froze then slowly turned around and looked up to see the strangest sight in the world. “C’mon!“ How was it possible for a person (though they're not really a person because they're mind wiping angels that wear leather and blue jeans) to look so dignified when their lips were green and they were eating… nachos?
Elle and Cas (and Dean was so pissed when he suddenly “remembered” their names) were about ten feet in the air sitting on the roof of a car that had seen better days. Cas (who was more than likely Castiel) was sitting Indian style with a chip half-way to her mouth and Elle had her legs dangling down the side of the car while looking like she just broke one of the windows in the Sistine Chapel.
“She likes the taste and the texture,” Castiel explained as she looked at Dean. He just gaped at her in shock so she continued. “We went to Dallas because Austin had long lines.” Dean was torn between laughing and feeling like his brain was dripping out of his ears so he did the thing that made the most sense: "...SAM!"
Chapter Three: Nacho Cheese
Dean still dreamed of blue eyes, but he would wake up frustrated and muttering the name of a person he had never met. “What did we do last night,” Sam groaned as he sat up. “…We went out last night,” Dean asked in confusion.
“That’s it, I’m calling Bobby,” Sam muttered as he rummaged around for his phone. Dean grunted then rolled over. For the past few days, anything that usually went bump in the night had simply disappeared. Reports of bodies with their eyes being burned out circulated among everyone that knew anything so everyone was tense.
“Sammy, when was the last time we saw a demon,” Dean suddenly asked. “…Uh, does Ruby count,” Sam cautiously asked. Bitch. “Forget it,” was Dean muffled response against his pillow, “just call Bobby.”
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“…Only you two,” Bobby said with a weary shake of his head. Dean sulked and Sam just shuffled his feet guiltily. “Is it the whole day or just last night?” “…” “You don’t remember anything at all, do you,” Bobby asked with a long sigh. Sam opened his mouth then quickly closed it and glanced at Dean. “Strawberry kiwi jello shots,” he said with a grimace.
“Strawberry kiwi jello shots,” Bobby repeated. “I’m not proud of it, but that’s all that I remember,” Sam helplessly said. Bobby sat down then adjusted his cap. “Do you remember anything useful,” he asked. “Names, appearance, smell? I need something besides strawberry kiwi jello shots, boys.”
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“We are ordered to allow them to proceed.”
“I know.”
“You do not seem troubled by this.”
“They are merely men, Castiel.”
“They are still very important.”
“I know.”
From a secret place, Castiel and Uriel watched Robert Singer and the Winchesters, undetected and invisible. Uriel only found it amusing, but Castiel watched with rapt attention. Hours went by, but the three still continued to search through every resource that was available to them. Uriel quickly grew bored and Castiel realized this just as quickly.
“What are you going to do,” she asked as she continued to watch the mortals. A blind man could see that Dean Winchester was all she was focused on, but Uriel said nothing. She decided to tuck that bit of information away for a rainy day. Castiel was already considered odd by angel standards, but no one was foolish enough to utter such nonsense in Uriel's presence.
“Names have power,” Uriel answered. “...You're going to give them your name,” Castiel slowly said as she frowned. “No,” Uriel said with a snort. “I’m going to give them yours,” she added before she willed herself back into existence.
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“Okay, it’s been five hours,” Sam said as he massaged his neck. “We’re either going to keep looking for something that looks familiar though we don’t know exactly what we’re looking for, or we’re going to stop. What do you want to do, Dean?”
“Castiel.”
Bobby didn’t even question it, he started looking and didn’t have to look long enough. “Castiel is an angel,” he quietly said. “…They actually exist?” Bobby rolled his eyes and Dean prepared himself for a lesson. “We always thought that we were the “good” of the equation, but there’s always a higher power,” he explained.
“Man is born with sin, but can try to be good. He’ll screw up from time to time ,” Bobby said, “but he’ll still try to be a decent human being. Angels pretty much succeed where we fail because they are perfect in every way imaginable. The question you should be asking isn’t do they exist, it should be what the hell is going on to bring them here,” Bobby said as he carefully closed his book.
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“The Winchesters are lucky to know such a man,” Castiel said as Uriel returned.
“He is wise,” the other angel reluctantly admitted.
“Our orders are still to only watch despite what you have done.”
“I realize this and will take full responsibility for my actions,” Uriel dutifully replied.
“No more acts of recklessness.”
“I know.”
“We cannot afford anymore-”
“Castiel, I know,” Uriel gently repeated.
“As long as you understand,” Castiel impassively said after a breath of silence.
Uriel nodded then unfurled her massive wings like a hawk suddenly spotting prey.
“Wanna go play human so we can get some nachos,” she asked.
“You hunger?”
“I like the taste and the texture,” Uriel said. “You know as well as I that we do not hunger.”
Castiel almost smiled at Uriel's blatant annoyance then stood.
“Are we going to Houston or Mexico?”
“Austin.”
“Cool.”
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Dean paced the room in short, measured steps so it was Sam that spoke first. “Why would an angel mind wipe us, Bobby,” he asked. “Don’t we do… good? I mean, none of this makes any sense!”
Bobby shrugged then pinned Dean down with a look. “Sit.” Dean practically threw into a chair, but Bobby just raised an eyebrow at his behavior. “You boys should stay here for a while,” he advised. “Demons are cocky bastards, but angels don’t play with their food. You’d best lay low for a couple of days until we can figure out exactly what's going on.”
Sam nodded and Dean tapped his foot restlessly then suddenly stood up and walked out of the house. Bobby just shook his head then went into the kitchen. Sam just shrugged then walked behind him like a puppy about to be fed.
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They ended up going to Dallas for nachos, neither angel minded that much. Uriel had even got a margarita slushie. They ate in a companionable silence as they watched Dean Winchester stomp around Robert Singer’s junk yard. Castiel looked slightly unhappy, but Uriel was just waiting for the fool to cut himself on something sharp and rusty.
*CRUNCH*
Dean froze then slowly turned around and looked up to see the strangest sight in the world. “C’mon!“ How was it possible for a person (though they're not really a person because they're mind wiping angels that wear leather and blue jeans) to look so dignified when their lips were green and they were eating… nachos?
Elle and Cas (and Dean was so pissed when he suddenly “remembered” their names) were about ten feet in the air sitting on the roof of a car that had seen better days. Cas (who was more than likely Castiel) was sitting Indian style with a chip half-way to her mouth and Elle had her legs dangling down the side of the car while looking like she just broke one of the windows in the Sistine Chapel.
“She likes the taste and the texture,” Castiel explained as she looked at Dean. He just gaped at her in shock so she continued. “We went to Dallas because Austin had long lines.” Dean was torn between laughing and feeling like his brain was dripping out of his ears so he did the thing that made the most sense: "...SAM!"
