Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2009-12-16 08:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | rated: teen, slash, supernatural |
Fic: This Foundation Exposed 1/1 Supernatural
Title: This Foundation Exposed.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Zachariah, Lucifer, Him.
Words: 3452
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Language, Character Death.
Summary: Sent shopping at a strange store, Dean and Sam encounter what they are searching for. Excrement meet whirling blades.
Author's Note: Um, is god an OC?
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It was a lone grocery store, unremarkable in all the world. On the center square of an empty main street, it was across from the century old courthouse. Rusted iron bolts stuck out from its sides, the kind once used in building. Rain had stained the bricks a dusky orange under them.
The street the building sat on and the other four around the courthouse were the only ones paved in town. The Impala had run across honest to god cobblestones and brick streets getting here. That alone was enough to freak the shit out of Dean.
They were parked across the street in front of the courthouse, under large Weeping Willows. The car had been there so long the engine was now cool. Every so often a breeze would pick up and drag willow branches over the trunk.
After the first fifteen times, Dean had stopped looking back. That didn't mean it creeped him out any less.
He glanced down at his watch for the hundredth time. Only a few seconds had past since the last look. "I don't get it. There's nothing special about this place."
"I'm just repeating what Bobby told me." Sam's voice was plaintive. Irritation wrinkled his brow as he forced himself to keep watching through the windshield.
It should have been hot. The temperature according to the radio station was supposed to be in the upper eighties. Instead, Dean shivered and tugged his jacket closer. "I don't like it."
"Yeah, well, we don't exactly have a choice." With a growl, Sam reached out and grabbed the handle. He shoved the car door open with extra force making the hinges whine in protest.
"Hey!" Dean watched him climb out, a threat on the tip of his tongue. He let it slide though when the door was gently shut.
Now outside, Sam stared down in the car at his brother. His look bordered on hostile. "Well?"
Of course he was going to play it that way. Glancing away, Dean grumbled under his breath. He reached for the door handle with a reluctant sigh. Once he was in motion he found his trepidation easing.
Dean threw the door open and dragged himself out of the car with a groan. He glared over the roof to Sam, daring the other to make a comment. None came as he stood up and dusted himself off. Fry particles and bread crumbs littered the shiny black street.
"Black top? On a road?" He snorted with a jerk of his head to the side. "These people are seriously wasting their money."
"Can we please just get this over with?" With a quick glance around, Sam started off across the street. He didn't look back to see if Dean was following.
That irked Dean enough that he decided to play catch up. "What's up your ass?" His call echoed down the empty street.
But Sam didn't answer. He was already at the doors to the market. They were so old they had to be hand opened, complete with twist knobs. Once open, he breezed right through inside.
"Hey!" Five paces behind, Dean had to put on a burst of speed to catch the door before it shut. He jerked it wide enough for him to fit and darted through. The moment he was inside the world seemed changed.
Bright fluorescent bulbs lit up a modern looking grocery store. Ten aisles across, it was littered with brightly covered packages. Fresh fruit was piled high upon shelves on one side and a bakery/deli filled the other end. The main difference, though, were people.
Dean stood in the doorway staring in stunned confusion. Not two feet away was Sam. Together they watched people go about their shopping, normal and uninteresting.
Clearing his throat, Dean took a step towards his brother. "Uh, Sammy, where the hell did all these people come from?"
A frown marred the taller man's features. "I don't know. There are no cars out front."
"Thanks for stating the obvious." With a shake of his head, Dean tugged at his jacket. The cold chill wouldn't leave him be. "Where do you think we should start lookin?"
"Bobby said the produce section. I think that means we should start there." Voice dripping with sarcasm, Sam smacked the other with his shoulder.
"Hey, don't start with me." Dean shivered again. "You can't tell me this cookie cutter town crap isn't seriously freaking you out."
Sam snorted. "Yeah, you're right. I'm just better at hiding it." He started to look around. When he spotted what he was searching for, he started over to it.
Dean wanted to ask where he was going, but the answer was obvious when he actually looked. Baskets, small carrying type and large pushing ones, lined up along a metal handrail. Rolling his eyes, he followed the big moron over.
Having decided on a small carry basket, the younger man strolled casually down the front aisle. He stopped every couple of feet to look at the displays.
After the third stop, Dean exhaled loudly through his nose.
Sam glanced back to glare, but other wise ignored him. He spotted a big orange sign proclaiming two for the price of one, and grabbed a bag of cookies from the display. He put them in the bag and started to walk away until something jerked his basket.
Stuffing a second bag in the basket, Dean shook his head. "Two for the price of one, you have to get two for the deal," he stated as if the idea was the most obvious in the world.
The taller man just stared at him. After a moment, he shook his head and continued on. Thankfully they were only one more aisle up from the produce section. After a quick once over of the display of canned beans, he continued on to the fresh fruits and vegetables.
By the time he strutted between tables of potatoes and cabbage, Dean was ready to start screaming. He barely managed to keep a fake grin in place. His fingers twitching was the only sign of violence. At the end of a table of green bananas, he spun to scope out the place.
There were six people checking over the fruits and vegetables. A woman with long hair sniffed the plugs of cantaloupes. Two kids eyed a pile of brussels sprouts under a mister with disgust. Their mother checked over one for spots. At the far side, an elderly couple quietly talked over a yellow squash.
It was so friggen normal looking that it made Dean grind his teeth. He cast a pissed glance at his brother, but found the taller man just as angry. "What..."
"Don't start, Dean. He said the mark of the 'Oracle of Siwa' was centered here. That was the message, that's all I know!" He finished with a hiss of anger. Slamming the basket on the apple display next to him, Sam pulled his arm from the handles. "I'm getting sick of all these damn riddles!"
"Dean!"
Both men turned at the familiar gravelly voice. They saw the owner standing at the opposite end of the produce section.
Relief coursed through Dean at the sight of his compatriot Angel. He couldn't help the tiny smile that came to his lips. "Cas. Just in the nick of time!"
"Indeed." Running a hand through his unkempt hair, Castiel started towards them. He had to pause to avoid one of the children as he ran across the aisle, then continued on. When he was within comfortable speaking range, he focused solely on the shorter brother. "I came as soon as I got your message. I apologize for being late. I was in Mozambique looking for an..."
Spine going rigid, Dean threw up a hand to silence the Angel. "Hold on. What do you mean my message?" Sharing a look with his brother, Dean frowned. "I didn't call you."
"Neither did I," Sam put in to clarify. "We're here because Bobby called us."
Castiel's eyes widened a little as he backed up a step. He quickly began searching the store around them. "Then this is most likely a trap."
"Very clever, little one." The voice came from over Sam's shoulder.
Dean jumped back, his arms shooting out to grab Castiel and Sam. Dragging them with him, he backed away until his ass hit the display behind him. Even then, he jerked them to stand either side of him.
From this position, all three got a good look at the decaying form of the voice's owner.
Picking up an apple from the stand, Lucifer twirled it for a moment. A smirk twitched his lips. "I heard your call, Little Sammy." After tossing the apple up in the air, he snatched it mid-fall. Then he looked to the tallest. "Ready for me so soon?"
Sam stood up straighter, anger making his face red. "I didn't call you!"
Smiling, Lucifer tilted his head to the side. "Not vocally, but with your heart. Oh, with your heart, I heard it so clearly."
Instead of Dean, it was Castiel that took a step forwards, toward the fallen Angel. "He did not call upon you."
Looking to the shortest for the first time, Lucifer lazily blinked at him. "Do you hear a pesky buzzing sound?"
"No, just the smug voice of a lowly serpent."
Before Lucifer could look to his right, a left clocked him across the face. His head jerked to the left, but otherwise he remained unaffected. He rolled his jaw before looking to the newcomer. A sneer came easy to him. "Zachariah. You never could throw a proper punch."
His own trenchcoat fluttering about him, Zachariah took a step back. He glared at the fallen, looking him up and down with a disgusted expression.
That did it as far as Dean was concerned. Enough was enough! "Okay, what the hell is going on here?" Stepping away from the display, he cracked his knuckles. "Who called all these assholes to the party?"
"I summoned you." Her voice was quiet. "Excuse me." Pushing her basket basket towards the group of angels and men, she looked up expectantly. "I need to get through here." It was the long haired woman. A fresh cantaloupe was in the shelf of her basket.
Zachariah turned to smirk at her. "Excuse you? What do you think you are doing?"
Her smile dimmed a little. "I need to reach the bananas." She pointed to the bunches at the end of the table.
"Do you have any idea what you've just brought upon yourself?" Lucifer's smirk ramped up a notch towards predatory. He started to take a step towards her. His actions stopped at the sound of a trigger being cocked.
"Now you wait just one god damn minute, you black souled piece of shit!" Aiming the Colt at the fallen's head, Dean's hand was unwaivering. "You take even so much as one threatening breath and I'll blow your brains all over those pretty apples you're so fond of."
Snickering, Lucifer shrugged and turned back to the brothers. "You're much more fun to play with anyways."
A frown marring her features, the woman pulled her basket back. She shook her head as she pushed it around the other side of the fruit tables towards the bananas.
All three angels' eyes followed her as she walked.
Keeping his eyes on Lucifer, Sam took a step towards his brother. "You believe me, Dean, right?"
"Of course, you big dork! Something else is going on here." Dean lowered the weapon only slightly, but kept the aim on the fallen. He kept his voice low and steady as he spoke. "Now someone's called all of us here for a reason. I don't know about you, but I don't like getting dicked around."
"That's amusing, coming from you." Zachariah's words were for Dean, but his eyes were on Castiel. "But, as much as it pains me, I have to agree." That said, he looked to the others. "I know the call that summoned me was not from Dean here. So, which one of you was it?"
"Me! Me! Me!" A high pitched squeal followed the voice. Giggling, the little girl chased after her brother through the maze of tables.
Almost as one, the five gathered turned to watch as she ran. They didn't pay attention to the old couple coming up the aisle towards them until the man shook his head.
As they passed, the elderly man kept casting annoyed glances at them. "Bastard punks!" His wife smacked his arm, but the man kept on. "You're nothing but a disgrace."
Sam's eyes went wide.
Lucifer's response was to smile at them and nod.
"You have nothing to feel smug about." Picking up a bunch of bananas, the long haired woman turned them over to examine the backs. "This is mostly your fault, child."
This caused Dean to swallow. He quickly looked from her to the elderly couple, then back to his brother. "Okay, I think I just officially shit myself."
Annoyance made Lucifer glare at her. "What makes you say that?"
"You do not question me!" The mother took a pear from her son's hand. "I said no. Now get your sister and come on."
Eyes a little wider than they had been, Zachariah turned around in a circle. "This is cute, whoever you are, but I suggest you show yourself." He had to raise his head to look at the woman over Dean's shoulder. "Now!"
"You do not dictate to me." Coming around the corner at the end of the aisle, a teenage boy in a red apron pushed a trolly of boxes. He had his head bent towards his task, but kept glancing up to make sure his path was clear.
The last of the amusement slipped from Lucifer's face. Narrowing his eyes, he took a step towards the aisle. "Do you know who you are talking to, boy?" He ignored the clearing of Dean's throat. "Who do you think you are?"
"I am the lord, thy god, thy father. Be it on Earth as in Heaven, all as I decree!"
Four sets of eyes turned to Dean.
Looking dumbfounded, Dean slowly blinked. He placed a hand to his forehead as he wavered a little. The hand holding his gun dropped to his side. "I have no idea where the hell those words came from." Swallowing, he looked up. "That wasn't me, I swear."
Castiel narrowed his eyes. Taking a step towards Dean, he place a hand on the man's shoulder. "Why did you say that?"
"I don't know. I just...felt the need to say it. The words." Dean shook his head. Confusion made him frown. "It was so strong, the urge. I didn't even know I was going to do it until I did it."
Zachariah backed away a step. He wasn't the only one, as he caught Sam doing the same out of the corner of his eye.
Unlike the other two, Lucifer took a step towards the man and angel. "You're lying." He sneered at Dean. "You don't fool me, Dean Winchester."
"This ends now." Having selected a bunch, the long haired woman put them in her basket. "Defy me, and you will know my wrath." Her lips moved, but the rest of her face didn't seem to register the actions.
"The petty in-fighting among the Host has gone on long enough. I am declaring it at an end." Voice barely above a whisper, the little girl poked her head around the apple table. "If one more takes up arms against another, even in my name, I shall smite him and all who follow him."
A visible shiver ran through Lucifer. "You." He spun to face Dean. Hatred flared in his eyes. His snarl came out a second before he launched himself at the man.
The air between them rippled, then Lucifer was thrown back in to the apples.
Falling to the ground, Lucifer put out his hands to catch himself. He hit the ground in a waterfall of fruit, landing on his ass. The fallen angel glared up at the stunned man. "I will kill you, Michael!"
"You defy me?" Turning his head slowly, Sam narrowed his eyes at Lucifer.
Snickering, Lucifer tried to stand up. "Yes, I defy you! I spit upon you and all you represent! I always have and always will!" Saliva exploded from his mouth as he spoke. A ripple in the air slammed him back to the floor.
Taking a step towards the fallen angel, Castiel stared down upon him. "You have never defied me, child."
That made Lucifer cackle. Smirking up at the Angel, he shook his head. "You don't matter."
Blinking, Castiel looked down at himself. He took a step back in alarm.
Laughing louder, Lucifer put out a hand. Leaning on it, he pushed himself up off the floor. "I defy you, Michael!" Standing up, he cracked his neck. "I will bring an end to you and all of the others who stand in my way, brother!" The next moment his eyes went wide.
Brilliant light enveloped the decaying vessel. An unearthly shriek ripped through the air.
Covering their ears, Sam and Dean winced away from the dazzling display. The ground beneath their feet shook as the shrieking increased in intensity.
Castiel rocked on his feet. A heartbeat later, he fell to his knees. Zachariah joined him on the floor.
The light emanating from the vessel began to glow so bright that it eclipsed all else. His shrieks were suddenly choked off. With a loud thunderclap the light disappeared. The next moment Lucifer's vessel hit the floor. His lifeless eyes stared vacantly ahead.
Delicately stepping over the fallen fruit, tiny shoes made their way to stand in front of the kneeling angels. The little girl stared at them with wide, clear eyes that held no emotion. "Do you defy me?"
Dropping his head, Zachariah shook it. "No, father."
"I will not." His voice strained as if from pain, Castiel managed to look the girl in the eyes. "Will you spare us?"
She shrugged. Grinning, she skipped away.
Silence reigned in the fruit aisle for a few minutes after that.
In that time, Dean pulled himself together. Tugging his jacket closed, he shivered again. "Well." He sniffed and looked away. "Guess this means one less name for my Christmas Card list."
"Inappropriate as always, Dean." Shaky at first, Zachariah rose up quickly from the floor. He tugged the vessel's trenchcoat back in to a semblance of order. Twisting to look at the man, he shook his head. "You really have no clue what just happened here, do you?"
"Enough." Not moving from the floor, Castiel looked up at his brother. "You will go now."
Zachariah straightened. Smirking at Dean, he shook his head. "This isn't over." In the blink of an eye he was gone.
"I really do hate that guy." A look from Castiel made Dean sigh. "What? It's true."
After clearing his throat, Sam drew in a shaky breath. "So, does this mean it's over?" He made his way over to them with a hesitant step.
"No." Shifting, Castiel winced. He accepted the hand from Dean and allowed the man to help pull him to his feet. "I still do not feel the presence of my brothers."
"Then what the hell just happened?" Succinctly pronouncing the words with a purse of his lips, Dean cocked his head twice. "Cause, from where I'm standing, it looks like Lucy just got his ass handed to him by the big man upstairs."
"It is true, my father has revealed himself and he has...punished Lucifer." Castiel's voice held a hint of awe as he spoke. "But, it does not mean what you think." Looking the man in the eyes, he gripped Dean's hand tightly. "He has not stopped the apocalypse."
"Wait, I thought to stop the apocalypse all we had to do was stop Lucifer!" Sam's angry voice drew a few heads, but the other patrons made no other overt gestures of notice.
"He was but an engine of its creation, the apocalypse is ongoing. It is far more complicated than one being." Castiel turned to Sam. "I am afraid this means god will not help us. We will be alone from here on out." Tone regretful, Castiel watched Dean for his reaction. "There is still more work to be done if we are to save your world."
Dean snorted. Tugging Castiel to his side, he draped an arm around his shoulder to pull him in close. "It's our world." As he looked up over the angel's shoulder to his brother, tears sparkled in his eyes.
THE END...........................