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Just outside Albuquerque, New Mexico, Dean ran to an abandoned warehouse with his brother hot on his heels. It sounded like they had gotten here just in time if the shouting in the building was any kind of indication. It was nearing sunset which meant that the vampire nest was going to be waking up. As they neared the door, Dean paused to check the salt rounds in his gun. Sam shouldered his cross bow. A quick look, a quirked eye brow and they nodded at each.
Dean reached forward to check the door. Locked, as he figured. He paused. If it was locked, how did the people inside get in? The vampires had just woken.
Sam and Dean exchanged another, longer look.
“I wish Cas were here.” Sam muttered.
A heavy hand dropped on Dean’s shoulder and he turned to shoot. Cas stopped him just in time with a finger to his lips.
“Damn it, Cas! I could have shot you!”
Cas shrugged. “No matter. Salt does not harm this vessel, Dean.”
“I know that! But- Look, never mind. There are people in there but the door is locked. Could you help us out?”
Cas nodded and stepped towards the door. Sam shouldered the weapon once more and Dean aimed his gun at the door. With a soft snick, the door opened underneath Castiel’s hands and he walked through nonchalantly. Of course, it was nothing to an angel of the Lord, but Dean still felt his heart thump strangely watching him walk through without a second thought.
Inside, it was dark. The three stood shoulder to shoulder.
“A nest. A rather large one. Sixteen. No, seventeen.” Cas tilted his head to the ceiling. “Two humans and a… being.”
“Being?” Sam asked. “Another angel? Demon?”
“I do not know, Sam. I have not encountered a soul like his before. It almost burns.” Castiel shivered. “It burns cold.”
“Lucifer?” Sam guessed again.
“No. Not that cold. It burns and it… He rages. He?” Castiel seemed to be questioning himself. “Matters not. Let us help them and be gone from this place. It is tampering with my grace.”
They started in deeper, the dark pressing in from all sides. The only thing that held it at bay was the flashlight that Cas was holding. Suddenly, a scream that held them in from all sides. Definitely human, definitely scared and they all took off in the same direction. They ran into three other individuals, a red headed woman, a blonde man and a slightly darker hair man.
“Oh! Lovely, a torch! I love a torch!” The dark haired man said, snatching it out of Castiel’s hands. Another appeared instantly in Cas’ hands but not before a small frown appeared in between his eyebrows at the man.
“Excuse me, but if I may?” The blonde man asked, gesturing to the flashlight. Cas handed it over, much more amiable with the other man’s manners. He pulled another into existence and handed it over to the woman before she could even ask. Her hands were elegant and reminded Dean of Cas’. As though he heard what he was thinking, Cas looked at him.
“Nothing, never mind.” Dean muttered.
“What?” The man asked, with the dark hair.
“Nothing!” Dean exclaimed again, Sam turning to look at him now. “You will find the way out just behind us. Straight through the door.”
“Right then. Come along, Ponds!” The man rushed away, and then skittered back. “I’m sorry. Will you be quite all right here?”
“Yes, we’ll be fine, English. Now, get.” Dean said, gesturing with his gun towards the door. The man stopped, wary. He had just caught sight of the gun and crossbow.
“No. I think we’ll stay.” The man said slowly.
Sam sighed heavily. He lowered his crossbow and looked at them all. “Really, we do this all the time-“
“Dean.” Cas said quietly.
“-And we do not take civilians along for the ride-“
“Dean.” Cas said again. Dean raised his gun, pointing into the darkness. He could hear it too. A soft shuffle in front of them where their flashlight beam began to fail.
“Oi! Who are you calling civilians?!” The red head exclaimed, defiance flashing in her eyes.
“Dean! Get down!” Cas said, just as a large man slammed into him. It was too late and the man was in his face, teeth flashing, eyes silvered and Dean’s gun knocked from his hand. Dean watched as the man lowered his mouth to Dean’s neck and could only hear his own thoughts: Please, Cas. Don’t let Sam see. Please Cas.
And then Dean could breathe, his knees hit the ground and the blinding light above him indicated that Cas had taken care of the problem. He felt Cas’ hand underneath his bicep, lifting him to his feet.
“Did it-“ Cas asked, his hands searching Dean’s neck. It felt like the night before.
“No. Is there blood? Did he nick me?” Dean held on to Cas’ wrists, eyes wide.
“I see nothing. Hold on, let me…” Cas placed his hands at Dean’s neck, where the man had lowered his face to. There was nothing there, just the warmth of his hands. “Yes, Dean. You are fine.”
“Let’s go finish this.” Sam muttered.
“Now, wait. Hold on just –“ The man said, leaping in front of them.
“Who are you?” Dean exploded, having enough of the man in the funny coat and bow tie. The man and the woman behind him exchanged a look. The man heaved a great, heavy sigh like the question was the bane of his existence. The woman merely smirked.
“I am the Doctor.” He said smugly, adjusting his bow tie.
“Great. Sam Winchester,” He said, gesturing to his brother, “That’s Cas. Castiel, angel of the Lord.” Cas raised his eyebrows, still close at Dean’s side. “And I’m Dean Winchester. Now, if you would like to continue the meet and greet, we will be happy to do so after we have killed those sons of bitches inside. Sam, Cas, let’s go.”
“The Doctor’s not gonna go for this.” The woman said softly to the man at her side. He sighed once more and spread his hands in a somewhat helpless gesture.
“And we will probably be dragged along.” He replied.
“Well, the TARDIS is in there. We do eventually have to go back.” She said.
Dean looked back at them and stepped forward. “Cas, light.” He said.
“Now, why are there guns?” The Doctor asked, walking as close to Dean as Castiel did, crowding him.
“Because. They are demons. The bullets are loaded with salt to slow them down so Cas can exorcise them or Sam can kill them.” Dean muttered.
“Hmmmm…” The Doctor said, tapping something long and cylindrical against his chin. “Have you tried to negotiate with them?”
“They are vampires. Negotiations stopped when they killed twin girls, age five, two days ago. And the day before that, a young girl had her throat torn out. A week before that, a young mother was killed in her kitchen while her baby sat in the high chair.”
“The husband found her like that.” Sam said, his eyes hard.
“They are not aware of the twenty seven other victims across the states of New Mexico, Arizona and Colorado.” Castiel inserted.
“So, no. We do not negotiate.” Dean said. Cas stopped, as did Dean. The Doctor ran into them, pushing Dean slightly. He glanced over his shoulder in irritation.
And then they were attacked from all sides. Sam grabbed the other man’s shoulder and Castiel pulled the red head behind them. They made a circle with them in the middle.
“Doc, get behind us.” Dean said.
“I will not. You’ll be lucky to keep Amy behind you.” The man said stiffly adjusting his bow tie again.
A flash of silver eyes and a teenage boy stepped in front of them. “You killed my bodyguard.” He accused.
“I didn’t want to be part of the club.” Dean shrugged.
The boy looked at him for a long time. “But you were once, weren’t you? Part of our little club.”
“I like my own better.” Dean said. “There are a lot of advantages to being human.”
“One, we don’t kill innocent people for brunch.” Sam threw in.
The teenager shrugged. “There are so many of you now. Seven billion. Who’s going to miss an unimportant woman? Or child, for that matter?”
“They are all important!” Castiel yelled, and Dean could feel the ground tremble.
“Dial it back a notch, Cas.” Dean said. “But Cas here is right. Every single person is important. All of them. I don’t care who the fuck they are, were or going to be. To someone they were important.” Dean raised his gun. “And you and your sick little fan club are going to pay for each and every one of them.”
“If I may, gentlemen,” The Doctor said. He stepped over to the boy, towering over him. He pulled out the cylindrical piece of metal he had been toying with earlier and ran it up and down the boy. “You don’t necessarily need human blood to survive. Why not start there? I’m sure these boys would be willing to set down their weapons-“
“First, Cas is not a boy. Second, you do not speak for us. Third, no we are not willing to set down our weapons. Thanks, Doc.” Sam said. Sometimes, his bitch face was epic. This was one of those times.
“Oh, come now!” The Doctor started, turning his back to the boy. At the same instance, Dean raised his gun to the Doctor and pulled a shot.
“All right. Me and him, difference of opinion but you will not be biting him either.” Dean said. The teenage demon stumbled back, a hand to his head.
“That burns!” He cried out.
“But you- you shot him. In. The. Head.” Amy cried out.
“He’s a vampire, sweetheart. Fire or beheading is his only way out.” Dean said.
The Doctor scurried back to the safety of Dean, Sam and Cas. He raised a finger to the teenager. “That was terribly rude of you.”
The demon rolled his eyes and disappeared.
“Sam, up!” Dean ordered. Sam aimed towards the ceiling, while Dean took the perimeter. “Cas, you see anything?”
“They are here, Dean. That is all I know. Unless they are within our sight distances… This place is not conducive to my grace.”
“All right. Let’s do this quickly. Amy, can you shoot?” Dean asked. “And you, hey sorry man, didn’t get a name.”
“Rory.”
“Right. Can you two shoot?” Dean asked.
“It’s a useful skill we picked up, hanging out with the Doctor.” Amy replied.
“All right. My back, there is a gun. Same with Sam. Grab em. They won’t kill the vampires, but they sure as shit will hurt them. Go ahead.” He felt warm hands on his back and shifted when the weight of the gun disappeared. “Cas, go block the entrances. You got the stuff you need?”
“Yes, Dean.” Cas replied and disappeared.
“Sam, let’s start on the Devil’s Trap. I’ll guard.”
“Where?” Sam asked.
“Middle of the floor. Right here is as good a spot as any.”
Sam set down his crossbow and began shifting through his bag.
“Who are you people?” Rory asked, shifting next to the red head.
“Hunters. We, uh, hunt.” Dean said.
“What do you hunt, exactly?” The Doctor asked, while he peered over Sam’s shoulder as he worked.
“Whatever is out there that is dark and scary and killing people.” Dean muttered. “Angry ghosts, vampires, wendigos, revenants, zombies a couple times, demons, Lucifer once, leviathans, you name it, we have probably come across it.”
“Lucifer?” Rory asked. “Like, the Lucifer?”
“The one and only.” Sam muttered. “We don’t talk about it.”
Silence reigned. Then Cas reappeared by Dean’s side. “I will take over from here now, Sam.”
Sam handed the can of paint over to Cas and picked up his crossbow. “They are awfully quiet, Dean.”
Dean nodded. “Noticed. Let’s not press our luck.” Glancing over at the newcomers, the Doctor now hovering over Castiel’s shoulder, he asked, “How did you get in here?”
“The TARDIS.” The Doctor replied.
“And I’m sorry, Doctor who?” Sam asked. The Doctor straightened up and glanced at Amy. She smiled.
“I didn’t catch that. What did you say?” The man asked, even though Dean was pretty sure he had heard Sam.
“Doctor who? What’s the rest of your name?” Sam asked.
The Doctor smiled but it held behind a little bit of sadness. Dean knew what that was. Dean could understand that. “It’s just the Doctor.”
“Well, Doctor, how did you get in here?” Sam asked.
“Told you, the TARDIS. It’s my time machine. Well, it’s my time and space ship. Time space ship? Yes, well, she’s home and she flew us here. We were supposed to be in Mexico but… Close enough, I suppose. New versus old.” He grinned at Rory now who shook his head.
There were only the sounds of Cas finishing the Devils Trap and the Doctor asking questions that would have tried anyone else’s patience. Every now and again the Doctor would exclaim, “Oh, but that’s brilliant, Castiel-Angel-of-the-Lord!”
“You can call me Castiel.” He said finally, straightening up.
“Done?” Dean asked.
“Almost.” Cas answered, now lining the trap with lighter fluid. Dean decided the Doctor was right. His angel was brilliant.
“All right. Now, let’s get Amy, Rory and the Doctor outside and then we continue with the plan.”
Sam and Cas nodded. Amy began to feel that not only had this been dozens of times but also with a military precision that their small group was throwing off. Sam smiled apologetically at her. “We aren’t used to having hostages in our midst. Let’s get you to safety.”
But before they could even attempt a move towards the door, a dozen demons appeared in front of them.
“Shit.” Dean said. This was not going as planned. When did it? Sam took down two as fast as he could but then had to reload. As though they had been born into it, Rory and Amy stepped in front of him and began aiming. They weren’t too bad either. Sam got his cross bow reloaded and the Doctor seemed to be having some trouble. He seemed to be doing a strange dance between Amy and Rory and Castiel.
“Doc! Stop! You’re going to get hurt! Just… get some holy water! Here!” Dean asked, throwing a flask at him in between shots.
“Do I drink it?” The Doctor asked, looking at the flask.
“No! Throw some on them if they get too close!”
“Oh! Right then!”
Dean reloaded and glanced over at Sam and Amy and Rory. They made a good machine. They were keeping most of the vampires at bay, but letting one or two by for Cas. Cas, in the meantime, was busy exorcising as many as he could get his hands on. For a moment, Dean worried about him exhausting his angel batteries but one look at Cas, he knew he would be ok. He was practically glowing with all the power that had been infused in him.
Damn, his angel was beautiful.
“Rory, I need cover!” Dean shouted and the smaller man came and took over for a moment while Dean reloaded.
“Dean, I’m running low here.” Sam muttered. “Amy has my back up.”
“Cas can’t take them all, not by himse-“
“Dean!” Cas cried out. Dean turned just in time to see Cas get thrown to the ground by five vampires, too much for any angel.
“No!” Dean cried, leaving Rory’s side. Sam turned and left Amy as well. Dean aimed a well-placed kick at one of the vampire’s sides and another at the other vampire’s head. Cas managed to get his hands on the vampire on his stomach and Sam placed an almighty punch to another angel. Out of nowhere, Amy and Rory were there, bashing the last vampire around the head and shoulders. It swung away, only to end up crouched around Amy’s shoulders, twisting that beautiful red hair around a fist and pulling her hair back, exposing the line of her pale throat.
“Amy!” The Doctor and Rory screamed. And it was ripped out of their throats like a gash welling from within.
“Cas! Hold them!” And Cas had the Doctor and Rory was trying to crawl over Sam’s massive self.
“Give us the angel and we’ll give you the Scottish one.” The vampire said. He was average, looking a little sad and a little lost as to why he had ended up here.
“We aren’t giving you anything.” Dean replied, unloading his gun and loading it back in one by one. Amy flinched at each little click. “But you will give us that girl back. It seems like the Doctor is the wrong man to make an enemy out of. Amy, trust me.” He instructed. Amy closed her eyes and nodded. Rory screamed from behind Sam.
“Do you know how many times I’ve been here, demon?” Dean asked. “They’ve had my brother, my father and even my angel once. And I told them all the same thing before I killed them slowly. I told them no. And I am telling you no.” Dean cocked the gun and aimed it at the vampire, “I will give you this one chance to let her go.”
“No.” The pathetic vampire said and tightened his hold on Amy. She gasped. A tear slipped down her cheek.
“Dean, please.” Rory whimpered. “Dean, that’s my wife.”
Those were the magical words, Sam knew. Dean knew about love and loss. Hell, he would move heaven and hell if they took his angel from him. He saw the resolve in Dean’s eyes and redrawn focus. Sam wondered for a moment if he saw Cas in that same predicament.
Dean’s aim was steady and he made it look easy, just like he always did. The bullets he had reloaded into his gun were washed in holy water and had a crucifix embedded into them. It was like shoving a cross down their throat. A few of the myths held true, thank God.
Amy was free and Rory was there, running his hands through her hair and down her throat. “Are you ok? You’re ok? Right?”
“Can we run now?” She asked. Rory gripped her hand and looked back at the rest of their group.
“I don’t have a better plan.” Dean reasoned. Sam was already shoving all their things into the duffel and slinging it over his shoulder.
“There are too many the way we came.” Cas said, looking into the dark. Dean could see the occasional glint of silver. “Twenty three. We need to exit the other way.”
Rory shoved Amy’s flashlight at Sam who took the lead. The Doctor, Amy and Rory fell in behind Sam and Dean and Cas fell behind.
“Can we make it to your spaceship?” Sam asked.
“It’s possible,” The Doctor muttered. “I think it was this way.”
“We got lost. Vampires chasing us, you know.” Rory said.
“Can I have a gun?” Amy asked.
Sam handed her his gun and pulled the crossbow from his shoulder.
There were no more attacks and after much debate, the Doctor finally found his spaceship. Dean, Sam and Cas stopped in front of it.
“I’m sorry, Doc, but I expected something… bigger?” Dean said.
“I can’t fit in there.” Sam said, glancing from the bottom to the top and taking in the dimensions. Dean looked over at Cas.
Cas tilted his head at the blue box, regarding it from the bottom to the top, much like Sam. However, he didn’t have his usual confused expression. Instead, he looked like he had gotten a good hit off some strong weed. He stepped forward and laid his hands on the box and then his forehead. He inhaled deeply and shook when he exhaled. The blue box responded in kind, starting to glow.
“Doctor…” He said softly. The Doctor was there in a second with his metal thing, scanning Castiel up and down and reading it. “Doctor, she’s so beautiful.”
“You can talk with her later, Castiel-Angel-of-the-Lord. Let’s get inside.” The Doctor snapped his fingers, the doors fell open and Cas walked in. Dean opened his mouth to tell him to be careful but it never came out. Because the Doctor followed Cas and then Amy skipped in, followed by Rory. There was no way they could have all fit. It just wasn’t physically possible.
Sam shrugged but walked in, ducking as he did so. Dean was not far behind, loathe to be the last left in the dark with at least twenty angry vampires.
And kept walking. There was room here. It was all blue and green and gold and soft, somehow. Dean stumbled and Sam grabbed his arm. It was ginormous in here. Amy, Rory and the Doctor all gathered around a central console, consulting one another over the controls. Cas had one hand pressed to a wall, his face concentrating on something.
“How are we- How is this-“ Sam started. The Doctor looked up, a grin on his face. “But, it’s- I mean, right? It is, isn’t it? I’m not asleep, am I?”
“It’s another dimension. It’s like slipping something large where it doesn’t belong, so you make room for it.” Dean said.
Everyone stopped and looked at him. Even Rory and Amy.
“You are greatly underestimated, Dean Winchester.” The Doctor pointed a finger at him, a smile on his face.
“No he’s not.” Cas said from the other side of the room.
Dean could feel the blush start somewhere in his knees. Amy grinned. Sam rolled his eyes. The Doctor smiled as well, glancing from Dean to Cas. “Visitors! I so rarely get visitors. Companions, like Rory and Amy here, yes! But rarely visitors. When was the last time you had a vacation, Sam Winchester? Where would you like to go? All of time and space, it’s your choice.”
“Oh, he loves this bit.” Rory said, leaning against the console.
“Doesn’t he though?” Amy said. She winced and brought a hand to her throat. The bruises were already showing up. They would be angry and black in a few hours. Rory fussed over her and offered to get her some ice.
“Would you like me to fix that?” Cas asked, suddenly behind Rory. Rory jumped and hit Cas in the face. He barely blinked.
“You can?” Rory asked.
Cas nodded gravely and raised two fingers to Amy’s forehead. In a blink, the bruises were gone.
“Wow.” Amy muttered. Even her headache was gone.
Sam circled the center console, running his hands over the buttons and other various devices. At the screen, he saw his face pop up. It seemed to work on touch so he scrolled down, only to see Dean’s face. It was everything about their lives, starting at birth and marking every major achievement.
“Doctor, have you been stalking us?” Sam asked.
“You have unbelievable power locked up in there.” The Doctor said to Cas, scanning him once again. Cas frowned at him as though he had already explained this to him. “No, Sam. I have not. But the TARDIS keeps meticulous records of people who have a hand in the dealings of Earth. And you and your brother have had a great deal to do in the dealings of Earth, have you not?”
Sam shrugged and continued scrolling.
“Tea, anyone?” Amy asked suddenly, brightening. Everyone but Dean agreed but Dean shook his head. “I could get you some coffee, if you prefer.” Amy said.
At that, Dean offered a small smile. “That would be great, Amy.” She left the room quickly and Rory regarded Dean for a moment before walking over to him.
“You have a great team.” He said.
“Thanks.” Dean muttered. His head was starting to pound. He couldn’t get the crime scene photos out of his head. He couldn’t forget the baby in the high chair; the little girls lying in their bedrooms.
“You all right? You don’t look so good.” Rory asked softly. The Doctor and Sam were exclaiming over the console and Cas had wandered after Amy.
“We need to go back. Finish the job.”
Rory’s face tightened and nodded. “You’re right. The Doctor will want to come with you, of course.”
“Doc doesn’t seem like the type to go on a hunt.”
“You would be surprised. Amy was kidnapped from us once. She was pregnant.” Rory looked at the ground. “They had the baby and Amy. The Doctor blew up hundreds of space ships. He killed anyone or anything that got in our way.”
“It was personal. For Sam or Cas, I would do the same.” Dean frowned. “But we get poltergeists and vampires. Not aliens.”
“Oh, don’t worry. With us, you’ll get a serving of both, I’m sure!” The Doctor said.
“Doctor.” Cas said. He was all serious business and frowny face. Dean had the urge to kiss away the lines between his forehead. Cas redirected that frown at Dean when he caught wind of that. Dean smiled and shrugged.
The Doctor spun to Cas and back around to Dean. Then back once more. And one more time.
“Are you two able to communicate?” The Doctor asked.
“Yes, and it’s disgusting.” Sam said. “Like having a room next to them isn’t enough. I have to put up with their stares.”
“Dean encourages me to be verbal.” The Doctor looked confused while Rory, Sam, Dean and Amy, upon entering the room, groaned.
“Lady and gentlemen, I would like to introduce my boyfriend, Castiel. He likes to share.” Dean muttered.
Cas frowned at him again and then picked up where he had left off. “Doctor, there is a swimming pool in the library.”
“Yes! Isn’t it delightful?” The Doctor said gleefully.
“You meant to do that?” Cas asked. “There are ancient and rare texts in your possession that are quite delicate.”
“Oh, the TARDIS takes care of it. She’s excellent that way.” The Doctor said knowingly, patting the console. This seemed to mollify Cas and he leaned against the wall next to Dean.
“When will we go back?” Cas asked, leaning against Dean slightly. Dean’s headache receded.
“As soon as the Doc can take care of it. I can’t have anyone else dying because Sammy wanted to go see the stars.”
“We can go see the stars later, can’t we?” Cas asked, lowering his eyes to the floor of the TARDIS. It wasn’t just Sam who had been seduced by star travel.
“Yeah, of course, babe. Let’s just finish the job and if the Doc still wants us to tag along, I’m game.” Dean said. He felt a surge of warmth from Castiel. His grace was growing at radical levels. Sometimes he didn’t even have to touch Dean to make the minor aches and pains of hunting go away.
“Back to Earth, then!” The Doctor cried out. It was only then that they realized they had been the center of the conversation. The Doctor began to madly flip switches, and suddenly Dean was thrown off center, landing on his side.
“Are we flying?!” He cried out.
“We’ve been flying for the entire time.” Amy said, carefully balancing her tea and closing a hand around her tea cup to prevent it from spilling. Sam grabbed on to a center bar and Rory leaned against a wall. Castiel looked at Dean puzzled once again at his human.
“Did you not know, Dean?”
“How did-When- Cas!” He wailed, as he was thrown off again and landed against a wall.
“Dean, we’ve landed.” Cas said calmly, watching Dean out of the corner of his eye. Dean panted and ran for the door. Just a few yards away was the Impala.
“Baby! I’m so glad to see you.” Dean cried out, leaning into the car.
“Did he just call his car Baby?” Rory asked.
“The Doctor calls the TARDIS Sexy. Who are we to judge?” Amy said casually.
Dean continued to hug the car.
Several hours later and gallons dirty vampire blood later, the warehouse was cleaned out. The Doctor refused to participate and was soon involved in a very heated discussion with Dean about what they could do with the vampires. They had finally decided that if any were willing to surrender, they would be taken to the Byzantium and locked away for the rest of eternity.
Unfortunately, there were none that wished to surrender. Everyone was questioned rigorously, but they all concurred. When offered death or eternal imprisonment, the vampires had chosen death easily.
The Doctor was not pleased. Even Dean took a step back at that look. Cas seemed impervious, staring at the TARDIS once more. Then, looking down, Cas cleaned himself of the blood and did the same for Sam and Dean. He approached the Doctor cautiously.
“Doctor, I hate that we have to do this.” Castiel started slowly. He seemed unsure of himself and was carefully picking his words. “I hate that we have to destroy them but unfortunately, Sam and Dean are right in this instance. My Father created them, initially. Both the human and demon side. And when my brother fell and took others with him, it hurt all of us. We loved them as you love your companions. Some, as Rory loves Amy and as I love Dean. They were our brothers and sisters. But, as warriors of heaven, we cannot let them destroy the innocent of my Father’s creation. It is… obscene, at best. We, the angels, were created to guard, to worship and to fight when we have to. This was an instance of having no other choice.”
“There is always a choice, Castiel!” The Doctor roared. He leaned against the Impala and gripped the open window hard. Dean opened his mouth to say something but Cas closed that down with a sharp look.
“Sometimes vampires can be good. They can be the best of their kind. They can live without killing, you are correct. But these vampires did not make that choice. They made a choice to kill and live off the lives of small children.” Cas got closer to the Doctor who swung around to face him. They were nose to nose. Dean knew the power of that stare. “Please, let me show you.”
Cas raised his hand to the Doctor’s forehead and then there was silence.
“Dean, what’s he doing?” Amy asked.
“He’s showing the Doctor the victims, I think.”
“I wouldn’t put it pass Castiel to show him bits of their lives as well.” Sam said.
Dean nodded. Castiel could amplify some guilt.
Several minutes later, the Doctor gasped. “No more. Please. Just stop.”
“There are some people who do not deserve imprisonment, Doctor.” Castiel said, stepping back. He nodded to the boys and Sam swung the bag into the trunk. Dean pulled the keys from his pocket and Castiel smiled at Amy and Rory. “It was very nice to meet you both.”
Amy and Rory smiled although it was strained on both parts. The Doctor still had his hand on Baby and was leaning forward slightly, trying to catch his breath. Dean stepped around him and squeezed his shoulder.
“We’ll be seeing you, Doc.”
“Dean?” The Doctor asked. “Didn’t you want to see the stars?”