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“SAMMY!” a deep voice yells in the distance as a tall and lumber Dean calls out for his brother. “Sam where are you buddy!? We’re getting a bit over run here… we need all the muscle we can get!”
Yet Another Shape shifter throws a knockout punch towards the hunter. Castiel dressed in his usual get up is looking a bit roughed up and exhausted, it’s hard working defending your self with only a limited amount of angel mojo left. Dean’s pinned up to the wall of the abandoned storage facility with a shape shifter on each side of him- holding him against the wall with the light of hot sun shining through densely; seeping through the shallow cracks of the iron and tin alloy walls as desperately as a moth drawn to a light. But who were they kidding, if course they’re going to come out of this scenario victorious. They are the heroes of the story after all, right? Well that kind of cockiness is what got them into the situation in the first place. Dean thinking, he called just waltz on in to their layer. Little did he know though was that this wasn’t just any small layer of shape shifters, the Alpha was taking custody of the destination in the Country, of all places. Right here. In Texas.
Slimy and white eyes being ferociously beating on the men, Dean and Sam Especially. Speaking of Sam,
“SAMMY!?” the now croaky and bruised voice of Dean Winchester calls out.
“Don’t bother.” The Alpha rises from his comfy spot on his make shift throne in the store house. He Casually and oh so confidently makes his way over to the pinned-up Winchester- the angel in no position to help dean as he too is in need of help.
“you see Dean, I’ve instructed my children to dispose of your brother. Well, first anyway, eventually you’re all going to die. I just want to see it happen one at a time first, after all… There isn’t much entertainment in purgatory and seeing the look on your face once we show you your brothers cut up and half eaten corpse, I imagine will be nothing short of satisfyingly gold. And not to mention when we do the same to you, and we get to experience that look all over again on your little angel pet’s face. Now tell me Dean, when we do finally get around to your little pet- how do you think we should prepare him? Roast him over a bit? Pull his vessel apart limb by limb… wing by wing?” The old looking man chuckled heavily to himself in amusement. “You know, I have just one last question for you dean, how to you think roasted angel tastes? I can only imagine very tender and chewy.”
And just like that, in any cliché movie or episode you will ever see, it gave Dean that extra little motivation and oomph power he needed to knock his head forward as hard and as fast as he possibly could in order to stun the Alpha and hurt him. With that also came shock to the two ugly looking Shape shifters on each side of him. Using his legs to project himself off of the wall, he landed into a somersault roll on the ground and as he came up from his $100 move, he turns around as he stands up, pulling silver blades from each of the compartments on his belt, wrapped around his hip. He throws each one on a bullseye between the middle of each of the shape shifters' eyes, immediately they fall to the ground as the Alpha does his best to scurry away.
With out hesitation, Dean leave’s the Alpha as he rushes over to Cas’s side and puts up a fight with 4 shifter’s that were ganging up on him. With the distraction of Dean, Cas is able to kick one of the shape shifter’s in the shin from his position on the ground, breaking the monster’s bone cleanly in half, the angel will’s himself back up to the fight and shouts for dean to cover his eyes before placing each of his hands onto the back of 2 of the shapeshifters. An extremely bright golden light emerges from the sizzling whole’s in the monsters heads of what used to be their eyes, as well as their mouth and ears. Dean opens his eyes when the high pitch of angel noise ends and he can no longer hear the screams of the creatures. With the other one of the 4 shifters making a run for it, Dean runs over a couple feet in towards the corner of the room and slides along the floor on his knees a short distance and picks up his gun which had previously been ripped out of his grip. Still on his knees, the hunter turns in place and clears a perfect pullet to the heart. With the Alpha no longer in sight, Dean makes his way back over to the monster with the broken leg, and the broken angel. Ah he mean’s just the angel… the angel may have a few broken bones, yeah that’s what he meant, angel that may possibly have broken bones. Castiel was holding the bleeding and slimy monster with his left hand, body facing Dean.
“Alright you ugly son of a bitch, tell me- where’s my brother? And I suggest you keep your answer short and sweet, or else my friend here will be turning you into a steamin ‘ol pile of fresh hot fertiliser, just like your pal’s over there.” Dean said with a quick head nod towards the direction of the two bodies that Cas had smited.