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uriel (gonna smite a bitch) ([info]smitehappy) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2010-01-20 21:14:00

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Entry tags:alastair (npc), dean winchester, sam winchester, uriel

WHO: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (briefly), Uriel, an NPC angel, and Alastair.
WHAT: Framing a demon, watching said demon get tortured, having someone else get tortured in return - basically, a lot of bad.
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: Starts in Lawrence, Kansas. Ends in an abandoned warehouse in Ainsworth, South Dakota.
RATING: High for violence. Probably language as well.



It had all been so very simple before. Alastair would roam free, make some sort of name for himself among those hunters and their pesky human friends, and then when the others came poking around for information they would find that the demon had been behind everything that had happened rather than Uriel himself. The mysterious deaths. The ranks of his family slowly thinning; not solely because of the battle before, but because Zachariah and a few others, Uriel included, had decided that it was time to weed a few of the more threatening wings out. No one would suspect a thing if they had the evidence to plant on someone. Upper level demon like Alastair, perhaps even Lilith herself? It was indeed the best option for them to take. Alastair could have been chasing after the angels. Lilith could have been in charge of the entire operation. Naturally, the entire matter would be taken without question amongst his brothers and sisters because they had no reason to doubt that a demon would stoop to such behavior. It had been flawless. The perfect plan, all shattered to ruins because Alastair couldn't keep his hands to himself. Uriel should have expected it. For as useful as having Alastair roaming the earth was, he was also very much a demon. Stupid scum, not intelligent enough to keep his head down when it was best. Uriel couldn't have blamed him for chasing after those humans in Lawrence (he personally found their barbaric behavior to be quite amusing), but the way that he had gone about it had been particularly frustrating nonetheless. Why not go for the more subtle angle? Why did the moron have to put on such a big show? Now that Buffy girl and her friends had torn the bastard aside, leaving Uriel with no choice but to take him in among those he worked alongside. It would have been more reasonable to let him slip through his fingers once more, but it was impossible to do so when there were so many of his siblings around watching the demon.

That, of course, meant that blaming Alastair alone was out of the picture. The alternate choice, Lilith, was still available. The angels would pry at the demon. Alastair would deny everything. That was very much how the routine had passed thus far. However, they weren't all quite finished yet. A silent word passed through their ranks, one that was far more commanding than even his own. "Bring Dean Winchester to the demon," said the voice, "for he will find truth where others will not."

Some of the angels heartily agreed. Others, like himself, turned their noses silently on the idea. Uriel would not question the command openly. To do so would have been a crime. He may have pushed things in the past, but this was a line not even he dared to cross. So he stepped forward and took his place at the side of his brother, volunteering to assist with convincing Dean Winchester to do what had to be done. Zachariah would have wanted for someone to keep a very close eye on the situation. Who better than himself to see the deed through? Determined, yet somewhat annoyed, Uriel bowed his head to his superiors and vanished. He would find Dean Winchester. The pest of a man would get to play with his former torture master, they would find nothing worth taking note of, and Uriel would be able to move on with his life.

The angel appeared outside of the motel that he knew Dean Winchester occupied. He kept to the dark, waiting. Silently waiting. For as much as he knew that the room was Dean's, he was also aware that Dean was not it's current occupant. The younger brother, Samuel, was easily sensed as moving around the room inside. As tempting as it would have been to drop in on the boy for a bit of an entertaining chat, Uriel was here strictly for business. And so, he waited. His target would arrive soon enough.


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[info]sonovabitch
2010-01-21 04:53 am UTC (link)
Dean walked towards his motel door. With a small smile on his face. Kicking demon ass with Buffy was ... interesting. Interesting was a good word for it. It wasn't bad, far from it. There had been a few moments where he wanted to risk getting punched just to tell her to stop being a pain in his ass. Because she was sometimes. He had found that her 'I've done this before' attitude irritated him almost as much as it tended to impress him. And it was the almost that made it interesting. And the fact that Dean didn't tend to be overly impressed in general. But Buffy Summers was an impressive woman, weird name included. Even when she was being snippy at him for getting his book where he kept the exorcism words in the car. Irritating but still impressive. ... really irritating. But you got the picture.

Unlocking the door he entered the room. And spotted his brother walking around the room. He paused as he took Sam in brow quirked. He wondered what Sam wanted. It wasn't that they weren't on good terms, in fact they were on better terms now. Which kind of soured Dean's good mood, that he had to be on "terms" with his brother. However, he tried not to think that hard on it at the moment. It wasn't that he minded seeing Sam, it was just unexpected. Dean tended to stay at a motel. And Sam at the complex. Or now ... with the demon.

Quirking a brow and looking at Sam with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty, he said, "Hey." Signaling his arrival. If it had been an emergency, Sam would have texted him or called him or something wouldn't have he?

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[info]ex_demonbloo908
2010-01-21 08:16 am UTC (link)
Sam didn't exactly often visit his brother lately. The strain between them was on and off and he didn't want to make it worse by trying to fix matters which, unfortunately, usually was the eventual result he got out of his attempting to do so. Yet with all the waiting around that they did in Lawrence, Sam couldn't help but go stir crazy. He had decided to pay Dean a genuine, brotherly visit. Poker, sports on TV, something that they could do to keep that rift from growing even more large than it already was. That wouldn't be too hard to accomplish, now would it? Even if the idea seemed simple, the task in itself did not feel as such. Sam had been nervously pacing his way back and forth across the room, waiting anxiously for his brother to arrive.

He could do this. He could be...well, he could be Sam. He was aware of how difficult things had become lately - Sam knew, to Dean, he must have been one hell of a pain - but he was looking to push past all of that just for one night. Dean would get it someday. He'd understand that Sam was the only one who could do what he was doing. Maybe he'd even get why he was going at it the way that he was. He was strong. Powerful. For all that he was as a person, Sam was even better as a weapon. Even he was able to acknowledge that after all this time.

And it was about damned time, too. Lilith was getting closer. That stupid board post the other night had only proven as much. Fingers knotting together, Sam eyed the door warily when he heard movement from the other side. Hands sliding into his pockets, Sam immediately straightened up and tried to make himself look as casual as possible. It was going to be fine. Dean would want to still hang out with him, right? Right?

As soon as the door swung open, Sam offered her brother a sheepish smile. "Hey, man." Sam shuffled from one foot to the other. "Where were you off at?"

Sam did not really have much time to get a response out of his brother. The dark, towering figure that appeared behind the other Winchester grinned at Sam rather viciously before vanishing into thin air and reappearing right between them both. Sam didn't need to blink twice before realizing that the figure itself was no other than that damned Angel, Uriel. In an instant, Sam went from nervous and uncertain to annoyed and defensive. "What the hell?"

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[info]sonovabitch
2010-01-21 10:17 pm UTC (link)
Dean looked at Sam his expression moving from perplexed to curious at Sam's sheepish smile. Dean knew his little brother well, could read his brother very well. It didn't help that there times that Sam was an open book but even if he hadn't been Dean would have been able to understand the "mystery" that was Sam. And even if there were moments where Dean was obtuse enough not the picture, for the most part and at the ends of things, he figured things out rather well. Which was why he was wondering what exactly had Sam done. Sam usually looked like that, actually shuffling like he was a little kid waiting to get punished or about to confess or something, when he had done something and was about to make up for it. Or if he hadn't, Dean was beginning to wonder if this was when Sam would start getting all mushy.

Still, his mind ticked trying to figure out what Sam might have done or maybe something had gone wrong. Dean hoped nothing had gone wrong. He hadn't even been aware that something was even going on in the first place. Things had been alright between them. Alright wasn't good, wasn't exactly what it used to be. But Dean was willing to take it for now. And really hoped that his brother wasn't about to say something that would make all of that go south. Yet, before he could even voice a 'what was going on?' before he noticed a change in Sam's features. And even that didn't get much of a chance to register in Dean's brain when Uriel showed up between them.

The older Winchester let out a curse as he let the door slam behind him. He would take a million of 'Let's talk about this' rather than deal with Uriel. Right now. His good mood was all near gone. Almost nearly good. Because when Dean demanded, "Uriel! Great to see you. Not. What do you want -- " He paused, and a thought occurred to him, smirking. "you lackey with wings?" Okay, not the smartest thing to say. But he'd just thought of Buffy's words of even Uriel being a pawn in "the grand scheme". And well, she had said not to call him a pawn. Lackey was all he could come up with in short notice and a souring mood.

Dean braced himself to get choked or smacked around or just ganked in generall.

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[info]smitehappy
2010-01-21 11:45 pm UTC (link)
Uriel enjoyed popping up on the humans like this. They always looked surprised to see him. He supposed that they would, what with them not being able to pop from one place to the other in a blink of an eye. Angel wings were truly one of God's greatest gifts. It was a shame He was no longer around. He had abandoned them all. He would no longer be doing any creating, so Uriel and the others would find someone who would. Considering their experiences with Lucifer, they all knew that he would be the one to make change happen. He would cleanse the earth. He would make the world free of the filthy, disgusting monkeys and he would do it all with merely a sweep of his hand. Such was his power and greatness. Uriel loved his brother with all his heart; he knew that he would do great things for this planet when he was freed. Yet they couldn't do so until that final seal had broken. In the meantime, he and Zachariah needed to work fast. Once word got out that heaven was turning in on itself - half aiming for Lucifer's rise, the other defending from it - it would be very difficult for him to proceed with other matters.

Uriel pointedly ignored Sam. He was here for Dean. The tall, broody one would be dealt with later. "Lackey with wings? Come now, Dean Winchester, you can be much more clever than that." Uriel smiled briefly, before his expression fell back into it's serious, observant state. "Alastair has a bit of information that we need. You're the only one who can get it out of him. You need to come with me now."

He wasn't really being courteous. He was simply telling Dean that he had to come with him. He didn't have a choice. Even if the knucklehead protested, he was going to torture Alastair. He did not have a choice in the matter.

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[info]sonovabitch
2010-01-22 01:27 am UTC (link)
"Usually I'd say 'stick around because I get better as the night goes on' but I really don't around for that long. No offense or anything." Dean said with a roll of his eyes. He was making to take off his jacket when Uriel continued. He paused. God, he paused. Which might have given everything away. Given away that just for a second, longer than that, the idea appealed to him. Nonetheless, his head was turn when he heard the words and both angel and brother missed what flashed in his eyes.

"I'm not doing it." He said when turned to face Uriel, looking straight at the angel. "Buffy and the others handed Alistair over to you to take care of. He's not our business anymore." Dean really didn't believe that Uriel couldn't get information out of that fucking demon. So he didn't know what the angel was playing at. Either way, Dean wasn't going to do it. Maybe if it had been Cas who had come to ask him-he was actually starting to like the angel and trust him-but he wasn't their lapdog. No matter what was said about destiny. He owed the other angels, excluding Anna, nothing. And nothing was what he would do. Unless Alistair managed to escape again. They would track him down and do what they had to do. But Dean wasn't willingly starting that back up again. Not even if there was a part of him that would love to give Alistair a taste of his own medicine. A part that left a bitter taste in his mouth, feeling in his chest. But he was strong enough not to give into it.

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[info]ex_demonbloo908
2010-01-22 01:47 pm UTC (link)
Sam didn't like where this was going. He wanted to tell Dean to make a run for it - for them both to, in fact - but it wouldn't have mattered in the long run. Sam was not stupid enough to believe that Uriel, an angel, could have been outrun without a bit of help from someone powerful enough to get them both away and hidden faster than he could. Fact of the matter was, Sam didn't know anyone who could do anything like that. Hidden? Yes, Ruby could manage the hex bags for them. But zapping them away in a blink of an eye? No, they were pretty screwed in that aspect. Maybe some of the Harry Potter folk back at the apartment could have done as much, but there was no way Sam was going to be able to contact them, get in touch with Ruby, and follow through on distracting Uriel long enough to keep him from hauling Dean off to God only knew where.

"He's not going with you," Sam added, stepping in closer. This wasn't the first time that Sam had challenged Uriel's authority. Of course, before Uriel had threatened to turn him into a pile of dust, so doing so was clearly an unintelligent move on his part. Yet, he was a Winchester. And if there was anything notable about his bloodline, it was that they were all stubborn assholes.

Uriel, still, ignored Sam. He smirked at Dean all the same. "He will always be your business, Dean Winchester. You are, after all, chosen." The sound of wings swishing through the air quickly followed the statement, Uriel vanishing and reappearing just behind Dean in the blink of an eye. He placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, gripping it tightly. "Besides, who here said you had a choice?" Before Dean could wriggle free, Uriel finally acknowledged Sam with a smug smirk and yanked Dean backward, pulling him through the air with him. Seconds later, they were standing in a rather plain, dark room. There was a table surrounded by chairs mounted ahead of them, currently occupied by another of Uriel's siblings.

Meanwhile, back at the motel several states away, Sam had lost it. He grabbed onto the nearest chair and hurled it across the room, swearing all that he had once prayed to straight to Hell in all his rage.

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[info]sonovabitch
2010-01-23 06:10 am UTC (link)
Chosen. God, how he fucking hated that word. Which why he had plans to tell Uriel where he could put that word in many various and colorful ways, but before he could even think to put the words into action, he was elsewhere. No longer inside of his motel room but instead in another, much darker room.

Pulling away from Uriel, Dean looked around, looking very briefly at the other being that occupied the room before looking back at the one who brought me here. "Didn't your momma ever tell you that no means no?" He didn't give the angel a chance to respond. "What? You think I can't just walk out of here whenever I want to? That I can't find my way out? And even if I can't," Which he was betting that he could. He had gotten out of worse than a dark room. Even if was a room that he'd brought by an angel. "you can't make me do anything." Dean let out a huff of laughter, and smirked, even though there was a flash of uncertainty in his eyes. "Going to hold my hand to make sure that I cut a long the lines. I have a choice. And the answer is still no."

He wondered where they were and how long it would take until the calvary would come bursting in. Because if this had been Cas ... well, Dean would like to believe Cas wouldn't have asked this of him. But yeah .. if it had been? He knew that he could get out of this. But this was Uriel. His dislike of humans, and Winchesters, in particular was damn obvious. And he didn't take to 'no' very well. Especially when it came out of stubborn Winchesters. Which was what they mostly tended to give him. That and lip.

Dean wondered who the other occupant was.

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[info]smitehappy
2010-01-25 01:20 pm UTC (link)
Still protesting. Walking the path of the noble, righteous, stubborn idiot that Uriel knew that he was. Interacting with Dean Winchester made Uriel want to do the funniest things. Like roll his eyes. Angels didn't roll their eyes. With strength and thousands of years of training, Uriel didn't let the need to do so follow through. Instead, he turned away from Dean and smiled. "I thought we went over this already. If you don't do what we tell you to when we tell you to, I will go back to that motel room." He ran a hand across the table that the other angel occupied, barely noting as his brother stood from the chair that he was sitting in. The other angel watched Dean carefully, face completely void of all emotion.

"Do you know what will happen if I go back to that motel room, Dean Winchester?" Uriel turned, looking at the human in amusement. "I will find your brother there. I will bring him back here. And then I will set him into the room that we're keeping Alastair in. All it'll take is a little imagination, getting rid of a few restrains, and some encouragement on old Al's part and we'll be able to watch a fun little party." Uriel walked back over to Dean, leaning forward so that he was right in his face. "What do you think about that?"

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