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abbatoirablaze · 7 months ago

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Angels & Demons, Chapter 13

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Warnings: threats of death/hunger, mentions of violence/murder, knife violence, thoughts of suicide, angst.

“Sam Winchester has to die.” Anna frowned. Cas shook his head as she took a step forward, “I’m sorry, but we have no choice. He’s Lucifer’s vessel.”

“He’s not the only one.”

“What? That guy Nick?” she scoffed, “he’s burning away as we speak. No. Sam is the only vessel that matters. You know what that means. If Lucifer can’t take Sam, his whole plan short circuits.”

Cas looked at her warily, knowing that the woman he loved could also be an alternate vessel for Lucifer, “Anna-“

“No,” she argued, brushing him off, “no fight with Michael. No Croatoan virus, the horsemen go back to their day jobs!”

He paused, not able to tell her about Caitlyn, “if you could kill Sam, Satan would just bring him back to life!”

“Not after I scatter his cells across the universe,” she smiled, “they’ll never find him-not all of him.”

“We’ll find another way.”

“How’s that going?” she asked, “how’s the colt working out? Or the search for God? Is anything working? If you want to stop the devil, this is how!”

“The answer is still no,” he argued, thinking about how that would put Caitlyn in Lucifer’s sights as his next vessel, “because Sam is my friend.”

“You’ve changed.”

“Maybe too late,” he wondered, “but maybe I have. Anna, you and I have been through so much together, but you come near Sam Winchester, and I’ll kill you!”

Without another word she vanished, not ready to argue the conversation any further. Deep down, Cas had a dark feeling about it all. He’d never known Anna to just give up.

“You have to stop!”

The man in the wheelchair eyed his niece without judgement, “Aria…it’s been so long since I have seen you. Come, come closer.”

“I’m close enough!” she said shortly, “you know why I’m here.”

“Oh, but of course. You’re rearing to go when dear old daddy either kicks the bucket or finishes off the earth with the rest of us!” he smiled, “coming to learn the family business…but you’ve visited the wrong horseman my dear.”

“You can see inside me…you know that’s not why.”

He chuckled, “look around child. Everyone is hungry for something. Those Winchesters…their angel. Everyone has something. And I have a plan for them. The demons that Dahlia’s father leant me are just cannon fodder for Sam…his hunger for demon blood will reach a fever pitch soon enough. And the angel, Castiel…while angels may not crave things, his vessel will. And the demons have already found that weakness and alerted me to the fact that it is red meat. The only piece missing from the puzzle is what does good old Dean Winchester feel hunger for.”

“Nothing!” she replied smartly, “just like the demons protecting you, Dean has died before which is why he won’t have a hunger. He’s spent time in hell. He’s not going to have the same hunger that anyone else would have.”

“You-you are a smart one,” he chuckled, lifting a long, bony finger and pointing it at her, “you are a Nephilim worth keeping, you. And even though you are but a child in the eyes of us old timers, and you already know how to play the game.”

“I’m not playing any games, famine,” she growled, “leave this town. Go back to whatever pit you crawled out of. The apocal-“

“The apocalypse is just getting started,” the old man cackled. He pushed the button forward on his scooter, moving him closer to Aria, “MY TIME IS JUST GETTING STARTED! AND I’M GETTING STRONGER EVERY DAY!”

“WELL, THAT ENDS NOW!”

“You can think that all you want, but that doesn’t make it true.”

The doors to the kitchen burst open and Aria was surprised to see Cas at the back of the restaurant. He’d had the demon blade in his hands and looked beyond unsure of himself.

“Castiel…you’re here! And right on time as exected!” Famine smiled, breaking away from the conversation with his niece, “that must mean that the Winchesters are nearby.”

“You must leave, Famine.”

“I must not do anything,” Famine chuckled hoarsely, “but I can sense what you need, Castiel. I can feed your hunger. Or at least, that of your vessel.”

He looked at one of the demons, and they produced a pan of red meat. Nervously, they tossed the pan a few feet from him; and the angel, unable to control himself, dropped to his knees and began to dig into it.

“Uncle-“

“This is what I am, Aria…this is what I do!” he reminded her, “I am hungry…and my hunger shall be satisfied with the apocalypse. With the souls of those who succumb to me.”

“You won’t get away with it!”

“I will, dear niece…” he sighed, “oh, but I will.”

Famine looked at Dean, bewildered.

He’d seen the memory, had seen the only thing that Dean had hungered for. Or at least, what he had hungered for in Aria’s mind.

“Alright, here’s the rules,” Bobby grunted with a nervous look to the two older kids, and his eight-year-old daughter, “Dean…Sam…Hannah, Dahlia won the last round and is on the hunt with John. Now, the three of us are here, and I’m going on a low-grade ghost hunt when he comes back. But I need the three of you to be prepared for anything.”

“Piece of cake,” sixteen-year-old Dean scoffed, “I’m fighting a twelve-year-old and an eight year old. This isn’t even fair.”

“Sometimes it ain’t about the age of the hunter, Dean,” Bobby chuckled as he slapped Dean upside the head, “Dahlia is Sam’s age, and she beat you out last round-“

“Dad likes Dahlia better than me, that’s why,” Dean grumbled, “she’s a know-it-all suck-up and he picked her because of that, not her skills.”

“You’re just mad because she had a better shot than you, Dean…and dad needed someone that was focused for the vampire hunt!”

Dean glared at his younger brother, “yeah. Whatever. Let’s just get this started so I can kick your butts and me and Bobby can take on that ghost.”

“You’re going down!” the eight-year-old said with a glare as she looked between the two older boys.

“Yeah, whatever, pipsqueak.”

She frowned and looked back to Bobby, “same tests? Shooting gallery and obstacle courses? Other hunters pretending to be a ghoul?”

Bobby messed with his daughter’s hair, “actually Hannah…the three of you are going to go out into them woods with the dabbers. The one that comes out alive, gets to go on the hunt with me.”

“That’s it?” Dean asked, his brow cocking, “all I have to do is knock out Hannah and Sam?”

“Well, I’m gonna blindfold the three of ya, and drop you off somewhere in the woods. It’s going to be your jobs to track each other down and take each other out.”

“Cool!” Hannah grinned.

“I don’t know, Bobby…what if something’s out there.”

“What’s gonna be out in the woods by my place, Sam?” Bobby laughed, “dang idjit. Now come on kids. Grab your dabbers and a blindfold and get in the truck. Gotta drop the three of you off before it gets dark.”

“Hunger doesn’t just come from the body,” Famine mused, “it also comes from the soul!”

“it’s funny,” Dean chuckled dryly, “it doesn’t seem to be coming from mine.”

“Yes…I noticed that. Have you wondered why that is?” he asked, before sparing a glance at his niece, “How you could even walk in my presence?”

Dean’s eyes shifted over to Aria, “Hannah!”

She looked away from him.

“Aren’t you going to tell him why that is, Aria?”

“Aria?” Dean scoffed, “who the hell is Aria?”

“Tell him why he can stand to be in my presence, Aria.”

“Well, I’d like to think it’s because of my strength of character!” Dean tried to joke, “but more importantly, why is he calling you by another name? Who the hell is Aria?”

Hannah felt the worry in her core as she looked down at the scene below.

While Dean had managed to track Sam down and take him out, he hadn’t expected her to be up in the trees, already tracking him.

But right as she’d been about to drop down on him, she’d caught onto something else that had been tracking him.

A young wolf.

And it had managed to get the drop in him before she could warn him.

But she’d still had the drop on the both of them from her sneakiness in the trees.

Dean was doing his best fighting the werewolf off. But it was too strong.

And with every flex of his claws, and every swing of his arms, he was getting even closer to catching the eldest Winchester and infecting him.

So, with tears in her eyes, she pulled her trusty silver knife from her thigh, the blade nearly as long as it, and she found the perfect time to drop down.

The wolf had swung his arm at Dean, but missed, taking a chunk out of one of the trees instead. And she had dropped down, her blade driving right at the juncture of his neck, between the collar bone, and assuredly into the creature’s heart.

It howled in pain, throwing the small child off of it, but the damage was too late.

As Hannah tumbled to the ground, and the wolf collapsed not far away, she was surprised to see the elder Winchester staring at her in disbelief.

“Hannah!” he called, “Hannah, wake up!”

Shakily, she reached into her jacket, and Dean cradled her.

“Come on, kid. Don’t die on me!”

“Got ya!” the eight-year-old whispered as she dabbed a bright red splotch over his heart, “i-I win!”

“You nearly got killed by a flea bag and you’re worried about some stupid game?”

She giggled, coughing as her lungs felt heavy, “Dean…I-I think I broke something.”

“You probably broke a few ribs…” he muttered, looking off to the wolf that had already reverted back to its human form, “you got the flare Bobby gave you?” I shot mine at the ground as a distraction for Sam…”

She nodded, reaching into her pocket to hand over the flare gun to the teenager holding her.

“Here.”

“Aright…don’t move, okay?” he asked, “I’m gonna shoot it in the air, and we’re gonna wait for your dad…”

“Dean…no…if there’s more.”

He frowned, “What do you expect me to do?”

“Carry me?” she begged, “w-we can’t be far from the house…head North…”

Dean looked up at the sky, and she laughed a little more, holding onto her ribs and wincing after the pain hit her, “North is that way, Dean…”

“Right…” he nodded, getting up and already starting on the journey to Bobby’s, “hey-uh…thanks for saving my life, Hannah…”

“Of course, Dean…”

“Yes, I see,” he chuckled, “that one deep dark nothing, you got there, Dean. Can’t fill it, can you? Not with food or drink, or even sex.”

“You’re so full of crap!” Dean grunted.

“Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother,” he sighed, “lie to yourself, but not to me. I can see it inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are. How defeated. You can’t win and you know it but you just keep fighting, just…keep going through the motions. You’re not hungry, Dean…because inside…you’re already…dead. Do you know why I allowed you in here though? Why I captured you?”

“Why?”

“Because I had to show my niece,” he said, throwing a glance in her direction, “that this is what happens when you fall in love with a human. She’s the daughter of death, and she’s sucked dry most of her powers by making sure if you ever come in contact with me…with her father…that you’re protected. That you’ll survive…do you know the gift that she’s given you? The advantage to stop the apocalypse which your family started?”

Dean looked over to Aria. His nose twitched, and he felt the sting of the tears that wanted to fall down his face.

“What did you do to me?” he asked.

“I took your pain away,” she admitted solemnly, “I made sure that if you came back, they wouldn’t have one over on you…”

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?” he roared.

“Dean…”

“That’s enough,” Famine hissed, looking at Aria once more, “you’ve seen what you’ve done…but he still lost anyways…go…tend to your father, niece. You gave him your power when it comes to me, but I know if you’re here any longer you’ll give in to your hunger…and your father would never forgive me for that!”

“Wh-what’s her hunger?” Dean asked nervously.

He saw her shift uncomfortably and famine frowned, “she knows that she’s disappointed you Dean. Her hunger is that she wants to earn your praise…your love…that never changed. As long as she’s known you she’s tried to do what she could to have you see her as a strong woman. As a potential suitor. And I can sense just how far she feels from it. If my men let her go, she’d take that knife on the floor and slit her own throat, ear to ear, because she knows you see her as a monster; and monsters deserve to die in your eyes. Niece…leave now…today is not the day you die. I refuse to let that happen.”

Chapter 14

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