Who: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel & FUCK YOU Dick Roman What: Shooting Dick in the fuckin head When: Dick Day Where: Prison to Leviathan HQ Warnings: Character Death, Violence, Etc.
They didn’t get up early. Mainly because neither of them had slept and Cas didn’t need it either way. Both Winchesters working near silent on the weapons they’d be taking. A couple of beers gone warm and flat sitting on the ground beside them as they prepared for another battle. Another high stakes, the fate of humanity on the line type of showdown in their cross hairs except that this time the enemy wasn’t new. It was Dick fuckin Roman.
An overgrown leech with a sharp set of teeth who was convinced he and his were on the top of the food chain now and humans were all cattle to be drugged, multiplied and then slaughtered at their leisure. Throwing threats at them along with body parts as he’d toyed with the prison. Taking from their numbers and adding to their dead like he was God. But if Dean had learned anything about Heaven and their Father it was that the man upstairs didn’t waste the time or the effort to showboat down here. Destiny was what you made of it and if there were any people more qualified than Dean, Sam and Cas to break through the writing on the wall... Well, Dean didn’t know about it and quite frankly he didn’t give a shit.
The older hunter thumbing the chamber of the Colt wide open to stare at its solitary round one last time. Their big chance made from magic that as far as he knew couldn’t be replicated again in this world before locking it up and coming to stand. Walking with his brother to the gate and not flinching when Cas suddenly appeared by their side from one step to the next. The angel tall and imposing and every fucking thing you could imagine from an angelic warrior of God taking center and leading them through the gate and towards the end.
Small talk something they’d all save for later when this was over because there weren’t going to be any goodbyes between them. Even if their plans came with unexpected costs they'd shared enough to know what wasn't being said. All ringing with the truth of this that they hadn’t talked about with the prison or the council. Dean knowing that this meant something different for Cas, but it only took one look from Sam to know that they were on the same page. Because at the end of it this was personal and there was one death that had hung heavy on their consciences to this day.
Bobby.
A name they didn’t say often cause sometimes it hurt too much to look back, but he was never forgotten and Dean felt his presence now as Cas took them from one point in space to the other. The hunter’s body physically rebelling at the unnatural transition, but Dean didn’t flinch. His features fixed and deadly as he kept the Colt in its holster. Not wanting to chance losing their ace in the hole. Another gun holding rounds filled with borax a comforting weight in his hands as they took their first steps through the supposedly abandoned hospital.
Cracked tiles fracturing further under their feet as they moved through the shadowed corridor. Dean's eyes catching on the doors they passed that led into holding rooms, nearly everything covered in dust except for where chains had been added into the wall. Metal hard and black and coiling on the ground like snakes over dark stains Dean assumed were a mix blood and excrement. His mind trying to picture some of the missing in rooms like these, but he forced the thought back. Keeping his focus sharp as they searched for evil hiding in this rat maze. More than ready to show Dick what he should have been afraid of all along with a hole in his head and his brains splattered like art across a wall.