River sighed heavily – his answered upset her quite a bit. But…she said she would respect his wishes. “Alright Dean…I won’t go and see him. And…I suppose…I will not come following after you trying to help, either. I won’t contact you unless you find me first, or unless I truly really need you, alright?”
She stood up from the booth, looking dejected, but managing a sad smile. “I’m going to miss you boys…you know that right?” An argument could be made that she truly didn’t know either one of them, due to the twenty years that had passed in her absence, but that could change her feeling. She wanted to get to know them again – the help them like she used to. But here she was, walking away again after finally finding them.
“Mind a hug before I go, or would you rather not?” She have him a small laugh.
Dean frowned at the tone of her voice. He remembered River. More than Sam would and he remembered how chipper she always was and how she was always smiling and glad to see the two boys. It felt wrong, the sadness in her voice and part of Dean wished he could do something about it. But he knew he really couldn’t, not if he wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to be the reason she got hurt.
"I know it’s hard, but I really appreciate you trusting me on this. And I will know if you’re following me," He winked, trying to lighten the mood just a bit and then stood, "I don’t mind a hug at all, but.. Hey to do you really gotta be out of here so fast? Can’t stay for another beer or something? I mean, there’s still a lot we could talk about.."
I had some stuff happening. If you want to know about it, I’m putting it under the read more
River gave it one last shot. “Dean…please. I’m begging you. Let me see Sam, and I’ll stay out of your affairs. I won’t get involved, and I won’t try to help you unless you contact me. Deal?” She looked up at him still, feeling a bit overwhelmed. She had finally found them, and here Dean was, trying to pull himself and Sam back into the shadows like she had never seen them. She wasn’t ready.
“Let me see him, and I’ll leave you alone, no matter how much it hurts. Another hour or two to see Sam can’t hurt anyone else, right?” She turned and picked up a napkin from the table.
“Here – write down where he is, and you can sit and relax for awhile longer, and I’ll go and see him. By myself. I know you said he’s not….right, but if I’m going to leave you alone then it’s the only chance I have. Please.” She slipped the napkin into his hand, giving him a pleading look.
Dean licked his lips in thought. He really really wanted her to see Sam, see what he’d grown up into, how freaking smart he is. He wanted to see her face when he told her he went to Standford and actually had a normal life for a while. But he couldn’t. Not now.
"Look I’m sorry. I know you want to meet him and see him and talk to him, but I really can’t let you. Do you understand what having no soul means? Because you know what?" he let out a humorless chuckle, "I’m not sure I do. All I know is it’s not pretty and I don’t want that to be your first impression of Sam all grown up. He’s a good kid, really, and I promise you one day you will meet him, but not until he’s back to normal. Capisce?"
The sound of a memory wipe is terrifying as well as, frankly, impossible. But then Cas remembers that everything in his past is faded. He can’t remember the parents who should have given birth to him. He can’t remember the wife he supposedly married. Was everything he knew nothing more than a well-crafted lie?
His brows knit together as he stares at the so called sheriff with incomprehension. Dean mentioned a witch. Was that even possible? What was going on? But her attention wasn’t on him. It was past his shoulder and on Dean.
“I have heard of you but do you really think I’m scared? I took down an angel, Winchester. What sort of threat are you?” She hissed between her teeth as she stepped past Cas. At the mention of the word angel, it seems as though his mind… shifts. And everything for him disappears in a blinding white light.
Sally’s winced and fell to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks as she held her head. New and older thoughts slipped through and reweave themselves back into her mind. The woman’s words drifted and she fought to focus on them. Witch. Those were real. So were other things like demons and aliens. The woman was a ….witch. But not the old wart covered and ugly kind. She’s actually fairly prett-. A sharp pain stabbed through her head again and she clutched tighter.
The familiar scenes of meeting the Sheriff for the first time and being older and then she was small. That’s right she wasn’t a child…well she was now but before she’d met this..witch she’d been…older.
More confusion and pain and the word angel registered. Angels. Weeping angels. No. An angel of the Lord Anna had said. Anna was an angel. Her father, Castiel was an angel. Again, no. Not her father. The man was posing as her father though, he was actually doing a much better job at it than her real one had. Castiel had offered to help and then this. Dean however was a complete mystery. The tears had stopped though her small form still curled in a ball and her arms over her head while small whimpers shot through. Her memories starting come back in painful bursts while the false ones crumbled.
"Yeah okay so you got the jump on Cas," Dean shrugged nonchalantly, though inside he was seething. How dare she touch him? What gave her the right? He was about at the point where he could just walk up to her and snap her neck with out a second thought. He stepped closer to her until Cas was behind him, keeping his eyes on the sheriff the whole time, "But how many angels have you ‘taken down’ before him, huh?" He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to block out the pathetic sounds coming from Sally, "Because I’ve got my fair share of witches under my belt - most of them a hell of a lot more powerful than you, I can tell you that right now."
He wanted to look over at Cas, see if he was okay. He wanted to go back to comforting Sally, but he knew he couldn’t. He held his ground, his eyes narrowing, “So why don’t you just mosey on over to your broom and scram back to the west with your flying monkeys, before things get messy. Ya dig?”
Thinking that Dean was about to leave, River turned, gripping the hand that he had just put over hers. “Dean. Alright. That’s fine. I respect your decision, and I understand that you don’t want me in danger. But.” She paused, looking up at him, biting her lower lip. “…can I at least go and see Sam? Please? Tell me where he is. I haven’t seen him since he was a baby, and I would very much like to see him.”
She kept her eyes on his, watching him, trying to read him. Perhaps there would be a way that she could convince Sam to let her help them. It was worth a shot anyways. All she had to do was convince Dean to tell her where Sam was. A twinge of guilt made her hesitate, but only for a moment – it wasn’t the only reason why she wanted to see Sam. Both of the Winchester boys had stolen her heart since the moment Mary had invited her over to their home that first time.
Dean closed his eyes, letting a sigh out. Damn this woman. He hardly remembered her, but.. well what he did remember was happy. And she had a point. Sam hadn’t even been a year old the last time she saw him. After all, it had been just a few weeks before the fire.
"Look I understand you want to see Sam, and believe me, I know he would love nothing more. He wouldn’t remember you, but he’d know your name. But.. not right now. Right now, he’s not him," he sighed again, rubbing his forehead with his fingers, "You know.. no soul and all. And I don’t want you to see him like that, because that’s not who he really is."
A strong sense of… fear? -Yes, fear- washes over him as he stares at the figure through the fogged glass. He’s not sure why he’s afraid of the sheriff, it doesn’t make sense. She was there to serve and protect them but something is telling him otherwise. He’s pulled from his musings when Dean speaks up and he turns to face the other man.
“I… I don’t know.” He murmurs uncertainly. “She’s the sheriff. The woman who protects this town. Yet…” he trails off and looks back towards the door as she knocks again. “I don’t…” he doesn’t know what he wants to say. He watches as the door knob turns slowly before the door is pushed open. Sabrina steps into the room, a wicked grin curving her lips.
“Hello, Cas.” The click of her boots is deafening to him as she steps into his house uninvited. Her umber gaze flickered to Dean. “I should have known he would know you. Another stranger to deal with now.” Cas stares at her with incomprehension. He has no clue what she’s talking about. Her gaze moves to Sally. “And it seems as though little sparrow thinks he can save her as well. Cute.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?” he murmured as he moved to shield both Sally and Dean by standing in front of them. “You need to leave, please.”
“I don’t think so, darling.” She reaches up and pats his cheek lightly. “You need retraining now. Another memory wipe for you two and one for your friend there.”
Sally shrunk further back, tightening her hold on Dean’s leg. She drew some comfort from the hand in her hair. The child buried her face in his pants leg, not wanting to see the knob turn and the door open, as it were sealing their fate of being stuck in the house with whomever or whatever was outside that door.
She finally pulled her face away at the sound of ‘Sparrow’. That sounded familiar. Sparrow..Sally Sparrow. Yes! That was it. Her name, was Sally Sparrow! Memories struggled to the surface, causing her head to ache slightly. A child’s whimper slipped from her lips as the woman reached and touched Castiel. She didn’t like this and she wanted to go. To run away and hid with her daddy holding her like he did when she had a nightmare. He used to sing her a lullaby too but what was it. No, wait. He didn’t sing to her, did he? Or was that someone else. All the images were jumbled in him mind and were not helping the matter.
She began to cry, sniffling softly, the mind of the six year old not being able to handle the adult and different memories that began to poke through and resorting to the natural instinct of what a kid does when they’re afraid.
Yeah this didn’t scream bad news or anything. Dean studied the sheriff as she entered the house, his eyes leaving her only for a quick glance down at Sally when her grip on his leg tightened. He kept his fingers running through her hair, trying to keep her calm. He narrowed his eyes at the sheriff. He’d talked to her maybe an hour ago. She’d seemed.. uninterested and annoyed maybe but not.. psychotic or anything.
Memory wipe? God damn witches. Always fucking messing with things.
"Look lady, I don’t know what you’ve been doing to Cas here, and who ever this girl is, but it’s not happening again," he gave her a curt smile, eyes still narrowed. He spared Sally another glance as she began to sniffle and he made sure to keep his hand on her head, trying not to freak her out to bad.
"If you’re some kind of witch then, you gotta know who I am. Winchester. Heard of me? If not you probably should have. And you should really, really know how much I don’t like witches. Really."
River sat silent for a few moments, her face even as she tried to process what he had been telling her – John killed by demons, hunting monsters, the apocalypse, and Sam without a soul. How in the universe had she traveled back and forth to this planet and never realized what was going on? Well, now that she had reconnected with Dean, and hopefully Sam here soon, there was no way she was going to let them deal with this by themselves. There had to be a way she could get the Doctor involved as well…though, if Dean already knew of a past or future regeneration of the Doctor…
She hardened her face, taking on the countenance of someone who was not to be argued with. “Dean. I want to help.” She shushed him when she saw the look in his eyes, ready to go against her. “Shush. I know that you have been doing this your whole life, and that you want to protect anyone and everyone who gets involved. Maybe even to the point of not letting them get involved in the first place. But just listen to me – traveling with the Doctor is dangerous. I’ve dealt with innumerable alien races, many of which are always on the brink of war and complete genocide with others. I have broken out of and into prison so many times that I sometimes wonder who was in charge, and I’ve seen countless people die. I know you don’t want to drag another person into your life only to have them ripped away from you, but I am fully capable of taking care of myself, and simply cannot leave you to this now that I know what is going on. I want to help you and Sam, if not to only for the sake of protecting you, but for the sake of your mother and father. “ She kept her eyes on his, but then fell silent, trying so hard to convey her need to help him.
There it was. Dean knew this was coming. He chewed at his lip as he listened to her. Okay so she could probably handle herself right? Sounded like it anyhow - and what was that thing about prison? But Jo had seemed like she’d been able to take care of herself too and look where that got her. Torn up by hellhounds because of Dean. All of Dean’s friends were dead.
The one person he never thought he’d see again.
And turns out she ain’t so normal after all.
Sometimes, Dean’s life was just too fucking weird, even for him. He sighed heavily as she quieted. He wanted to say yes, because God knows he could use the help. But he had to say not because she was the last damn person still alive from his past and damnit he intended to keep it that way.
"River listen.. I .. I can’t.. Look I know you think you know what you’re getting into, and I’m sure you’ve had your share of dangerous good times with the Doc, Hell I’d be surprised if you didn’t! But this is different. This isn’t some wacko alien race, this is Heaven and Hell. Friggin archangels man, pitted against each other and I cannot drag you into this. I can not risk the life of one more of my friends. Not again. I’m sorry."
He shook his head, eye closed and goes to stand. After a second thought, he turns to River, putting a hand over hers, “Really. I know you want to help, but you just.. you can’t.”
I don’t know really. I think a friend of mine might have mentioned you. Or at least someone with your name… This may sound weird, but, do you know someone named The Doctor?
The Doctor..? Y…yeah, I do know him. You’re a friend of his?
Yeah I guess. I mean he’s helped me out a with a couple cases and I know some of his pals. so you’re Rose Tyler then? I can see why he’s so hung up on ya..
Castiel looks confused at the words. “I… Why wouldn’t I like it, Dean? You did this for me. The gesture speaks more than anything else. If anything went wrong, it wouldn’t matter because it wouldn’t change what you did for me.”
Dean chuckles, looking down at his plate, “I dunno. I guess I was just over thinking things. I mean..” he looks up at the angel, almost laughing at his confused expression. It was like Cas actually didn’t understand why he wouldn’t enjoy this, “I don’t really do this,” he gestured to the table, the dinner, meaning the date itself, “And you’re well.. you and I wasn’t sure if this would be.. okay..”
For a few long moments, Cas can’t find it within himself to move. He feels Dean sheltering them both but when the other moves away he just doesn’t react. There was something festering -building- inside of him, trying to break free. A strange heat and whispers in a language he sort of understands… ‘-astiel-’.
‘Pick her up’
The words snap him out of his thoughts and he stares at Dean uncomprehendingly until he hears a whimper from within his arms. Sally. His daughter. He looks down at her and easily scoops her up into his arms, hugging her tightly. She had to have been terrified. Numb with shock, he moves towards the living room and sets her down before turning back to Dean.
“Broom? Oh….um….” Where was the broom? “I… I don’t know.” It was strange. This was his house yet he didn’t know where a stupid broom was? “Just… leave it. What’s going on? What was that? I know it was me but how did I do it? Why is there this burning pain within me and-” He tries to keep his panic at bay but his voice trembles and grows slightly in volume. “Why are you here and why are you… confusing things?” He needs answers, needs to know he’s not losing his mind, but a knock on the front door doesn’t give Dean the chance to answer. Glancing over his shoulder, Cas can see the familiar outline of the sheriff in the doorway.
Sally stood in the middle of her home’s kitchen, curled up into herself, and sniffling. She wasn’t sure what was happening. What was going on?Who was this man that’d thrown himself over her father and her and why did everything make such loud noises. An image of a blinking light in a dusty basement flits through her mind, along with the word ‘angel’. Why was that stuck in her head?
The blonde clung tightly to her father, confused with the thoughts in her head as much as the explosive incident. What was going on? Her head started hurting and fresh tears started trickling out though it wasn’t easily distinguished from the old. Being released from the safety of her father’s arms, the young girl pulled away, standing slightly stock still and closed to crying loudly once more, small body closing in on itself as Cas’s voice gets louder.
The knock on the door draws Sally’s attention. Hazel eyes set themselves on the outline of the sheriff and an unexplained sense of fear or something similar takes over. She backs up, further away from the door, near Dean and hiding behind him, small arms wrapped around his leg.
"You don’t know where your.." Dean trailed off, shaking his head. Of course he didn’t know where the broom was. This wasn’t really his house. He sighed when Cas told him to leave the mess be. Normally he would, but it needed to get cleaned up or Sally was going to step on a piece of glass and get cut. Then questions were flooding out of Cas’s mouth, too fast for Dean to really answer and he shook his head, trying to get Cas to stop talking for just a second so he could answer one, but before he got the chance to, there was a knock at the door that pulled all of their attention.
Arms around Dean’s leg made him look down to see little Sally clinging to his leg, eyes wide in fear and focused on the door, “Shh it’s okay,” he muttered to her, trying to calm her. He put a hand on the back of her head, fingers running softly through her golden hair, trying to soothe her. He wasn’t quite sure who it was that was out there, but it seemed to be someone the two of them knew.
Cas had grown quiet and Dean turned to him, hand still on Sally, “Who is that?” Dean asked in a low whisper, “What’s wrong?”