Angels and Demons. Mind to Mind- Part Two.
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Summary of previous chapters.
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Set in the second half of season six, after Sam gets his soul back.
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Sam and Dean have developed a telepathic bond but have no clear idea of its origin.
Castiel and Crowley are working together to open Purgatory in order to acquire soul energy to boost their power;
energy needed especially by Castiel who wants to kill Raphael and take over Heaven.
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To open the doors to Purgatory, Sam's unique soul is essential and the two C's tried to take it from him.
At that moment Dean, seeing the danger to his brother's soul, somehow lets loose with a burst of what he would come to realise was angelic energy,
and disintegrates Cas and Crowley; although the boys are afraid that only the vessels were damaged and not the beings inside.
Dean has decided to practise using this newly-acquired power as a defensive weapon against the united forces of Cas and Crowley,
and has encouraged an unwilling Sam to start using his demon-killing powers again too.
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However Eleanor Visyak had confided to Bobby much information about Purgatory,
the most important fact being that there was a long-forgotten back door into it from both from Heaven and Hell.
She herself had escaped through the passage-way that led into Hell, and then out via a Devil's Gate.
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Bobby Singer's
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Two weeks had passed since the boys'return to Sioux Falls from California,
where Dean had first discovered his angelic power.
Initially, its use had left him, firstly unconscious, then practically as weak as a new born kitten, but with the continuous exercising
his body was starting to adapt.
Now he could disintegrate pebbles one after another without catching a breath, much to the amusement of Sam,
who just shook his head at the glee on Dean's face as he took on the big bad pebbles.
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"Wow, Sam, this is awesome," Dean crowed as he blasted the little stones in rapid succession.
"Yeah, those pebbles are pretty bad-ass, Dude. Good job you're around to take them out before they rise up and attack us in mass." teased his brother.
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"You're just jealous, Sammy-boy; my power is more awesome than yours," joked the elder.
"You say that because it's never caused you any pain, Dean," his brother answered sadly.
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§ Aw Sam, I'm sorry. I know what you went through with the blood addiction. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just an insensitive dick. §
He sent an apologetic wave through their link which Sam acknowledged with a virtual nod.
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"Well Dean, now we know that no pebble can resist you! We'll just have to hope it works on bigger targets too."
"Yeah, It's funny how things have been pretty quiet lately. Since we've been here nothing has cropped up on Bobby's radar at all;
it's as if everything in the supernatural world is on hold; sort of like the calm before the storm."
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"Hell, Dean!" Sam scolded. "Don't tempt fate! I thought I was the only one in the family with visions."
"Just sayin' Sam. I hope I'm wrong,"
Dean didn't realise just how prophetic his words would be.
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Castiel and Crowley. Hell.
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If the Winchesters had been able to peek into the Infernal Realm and more specifically, into Crowley's office they would have been hard put
to recognise the angel and demon as they now appeared.
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Their respective vessel and meat-suit had been disintegrated by the shockingly unexpected burst of energy
that the older Winchester had let loose at them, and even although the two beings hadn't been killed, but only divested of their human camouflage,
they had been forced to withdraw to Hell, to regroup.
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Crowley had had no problem in repossessing another body for use as a temporary vessel but Castiel had found it more difficult,
and in the end had simply taken one that he already knew would be suitable, Claire Novak, Jimmy's daughter.
It was only short-term, of course; just until his own was repaired by Crowley's minions;
putting a human body together from the molecules up was no easy task!
He felt a momentary pang for Clare's mother who would no doubt be upset by her daughter's disappearance
but as soon as his own trench-coated vessel was ready he would restore the girl to her mother unharmed.
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Crowley was in a real stinker of a mood.
Working with Castiel was not only demeaning for his demonic nature, but totally exasperating.
If the bloody angel had killed the Winchesters when he had advised him to, by this time they would already be in possession of the Purgatory souls.
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Crowley knew his place and what he was. He was King of Hell, a demon.
He acted as a demon should, with all the evil he could drum up, but Cas was so friggin' annoying.
He forever wanted to justify his actions as being for the greater good, while nonetheless performing the same unworthy acts that Crowley did.
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All this "spare the Winchesters" drivel was just to make him feel at peace with whatever the angels qualified as a conscience.
He snorted to himself; he couldn't see any moral ethics in the ripping out of the younger Winchester's soul from his body and destroying it
in a spell to open Purgatory, as the angel was willing to do; but then what did he know, he was a demon after all!
Bull-shit Angels! Give him demons any day, even if they were more stupid than their own asses!
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"Well, my dear, " simpered Crowley at the young female vessel sitting opposite him.
"Now that our plans have been turned into crap by your little Winchester pets, I would love to know just what we're going to do
to get Purgatory opened, moreso now that Deano seems to have conjured up some sort of unexpected energy force."
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"I would surmise that it is some sort of angelic discharge from being designated as Michael's vessel, but as we are still alive,
it can be no more annoying than a bee-sting. In any case this is just a minor set back," the young female voice continued.
"We will try again to acquire Sam's soul and go ahead with our plan."
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"Right, and just how do you propose to go about it now that the Winchesters will be on red alert.
I doubt that asking nicely will make them turn over the soul," Crowley snarked sarcastically.
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Castiel remained unperturbed.
"There is only one thing that will make Sam consign his soul to us voluntarily and that is in exchange for Dean's life.
They have always been each other's weaknesses and Sam will not hesitate if it is to save his brother.
When we have Sam's soul we will keep our part of the bargain and release Dean unharmed.
He is still Michael's vessel and the "righteous man" and is not to be touched," he finished off.
"Well, it's not hard to guess which of the Winchesters you lean towards; and at an educated guess, it's not Sammy!" smirked the demon.
"Sam was, is and always will be tainted with demon blood and he will remain forever an abomination;
he can in no way be compared to Dean," Castiel answered placidly not denying Crowley's observation.
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"Right! That sounds like a terrific back-up plan," jeered Crowley. "It's a pity that we've already had the Winchesters in our grasp twice now,
yet Sam's soul is still firmly attached to his body.
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Cas/Claire nodded his head." You are correct demon, but humans have a saying "third time lucky." This time we will not fail.
I must have the Purgatory souls at all costs. Raphael cannot be allowed to rule Heaven and re-start the Apocalypse."
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Crowley let him ramble on.
He didn't care what Castiel did with the souls once he got his hands on them; he was only interested in his share of the powerful energy.
His momentary distraction was annulled when he caught the angel's words.
"… so I will call Dean to me in this vessel and when he comes unsuspectingly to my aid, I will deliver him to Hell,
where you will keep him suitably restrained; but do not hurt him or you will feel my wrath.
I will then negotiate with Sam to exchange his brother's life for the voluntary surrender of his soul to me."
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"Huh," sniffed the demon. "It might work; then again, it might not. My demon spies tell me that they have been holed up in Singer's house
for the last two weeks and nothing supernatural can get through all the wards the old kisser has positioned around the house."
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"That's as may be, but Dean is weak when presented with a child asking for aid. He will come if "Clare" asks for his help." Castiel pointed out.
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"Well, you thought the plan up; you put it into practice. I'll go and prepare a nice holding cell in the depths of Hell for our golden boy
in case your plan accidently works," finished Crowley sarcastically, stretching himself uncomfortably; he couldn't wait for his old meat-suit to be repaired.
He had grown fond of it!
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