Bittersweet - Chapter 17

"No! Make it stop!" Sam screamed, clutching at his head. __________ was trying to unlock the bindings quietly, but the key was lost among the many others on the ring.

"Is that him?" Dean squinted at a shadowy figure. The other man emerged from behind a tall shelf.

"Shut up you ignorant child," he spat, before smiling widely. "Oh, little Winchesters, how you amuse me. Hiding in a warehouse? How predictable."

He unhinged his jaw and opened that wide, putrid mouth, full of teeth and a forked tongue.

"Goddammit," Dean muttered. He pulled out the Colt and fired repeatedly. The leviathan stumbled backwards, but seemed to be perfectly fine.

"Don't you know that you can't kill me?" The monster slammed Dean against the wall, knocking the Colt out of his hand. Just as he did, a swarm of demons and their hellhounds rushed in the tall metal doors, smiling wickedly. Two familiar angels appeared with them. They split apart, taking care of separate problems.

Gabriel took a hold of the leviathan's hair and jerked him back, away from Dean. "Don't touch him."

"Petty archangel," the creature smiled darkly. "Thinking you are invincible. We were created before you. We can easily tear your pretty little wings right off of-"

"Thanks for playing, dick," Gabriel growled, shoving a sharpened, bloody bone into its chest. He glanced at Dean and nodded before turning to help Sam, who was still in severe pain.

The leviathan began to swell and the air seemed to almost ripple. "Oh God," Dean muttered before rushing behind a stack of crates. It exploded in a burst of disgusting black goo, spraying __________, Sam, Gabriel, Castiel and the demons. 

The demons.

Castiel spun in circles, killing demons here and there, with the aid of Gabriel, until only shadowy dust remained. The hellhounds began to growl.

"Go!" he shouted. "They are easy. I shall take a detour and meet you in the motel."

__________ and Sam began to run. 

"I'm not leaving you Cas! If they're easy as you say-" Dean began.

"No!" Castiel roared. 

"Cas I'm not-" 

"Gabriel take him!" Castiel yelled, eyes pleading. Gabriel sighed and put his hand on Dean's shoulder. They were zapped back into a motel room where Gabriel finished expelling whatever was in Sam's head.

Dean began pacing. "If he's not back in two hours we're going back."

Gabriel nodded. "Whatever you say, brother. I mean your car and your angel are out there. It's not really my problem so-"

"He's your brother!" Sam exclaimed. "How could you just-"

He suddenly began choking. Gabriel glared at Sam. "Get some rest Sammy, those things take the energy right out of you, no lie."

Sam nodded and the rest of them cleared out of the room.

"How long has it been?" Dean asked anxiously. He looked at the clock. "Half an hour?"

__________ glanced at Gabriel who was nonchalantly eating a Snickers bar.

"Well, Dean-O," he said, waving his hand around casually. "You seem particularly worried. Do you guys wanna head back there?"

Dean and _________ both nodded quickly. Gabriel laughed and put his hands on both their shoulders. "I'll zap the lot of you and your car back here when we're through, alright?"