Blind man sat by the road and he cried

exit-stage-crowley:

Crowley looked at the garish clock on the wall. The Winchesters sure could pick the worst hotel rooms. “It’s nearing six in the evening.”

He leaned back in the chair and watched Bullwinkle for his reaction to his next statement. “Lilith is back and hellbent on resuming the task she set out to do when you destroyed her last.”

“Okay… about six~ish, I’ll be out of this…”  he waved the hand not holding the shotgun in front of his eyes, “…state, and into the other one.  Which is possibly freakier, but at least I can see.”  And even though his eyes weren’t currently functioning, they could still twitch it seemed.  ”Lilith?”  Oh well, why the fuck not?  Everyone else was coming back, why not the white eyed bitch too?

“Resuming the task?  Last I heard she just wanted to pop the doors for daddy, so it’s a little late for that.  What’s she after now?”

Blind man sat by the road and he cried

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Crowley watched him and sighed, “I came here to seek out your help but it appears that you won’t be able to give it considering your current….state.” 

He looked around the room, all of Sam’s things were out like usual, as if he weren’t actually blind. Was there more to this than he originally thought. He turned in the chair and examined the contents of the desktop and looked back at Sam, “What is going on?”

Sam’s nose wrinkled a little at the comment. “Well, it appears my ‘current state’, as you so delicately put it, is somewhat transient.  What time is it?”  Sam had the feeling that it must be creeping pretty close to six pm, there or thereabouts anyway.  

He’d been stuck in the damn room all day as it was, which was doubly frustrating as he’d had to use the stupid ‘text-to-speech’ option on his laptop, which had just ended up grating on his already fraying nerves.  Books were pointless, so he’d had no other choice than to sit and listen to the robotic voice babble on in it’s monotone for hours and hours and…

“…Help with what?”

Blind man sat by the road and he cried

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Crowley chuckled dryly, “It’s me Sam. What happened to you?” He eyed the shotgun, knowing what was in it… Rocksalt. That shit hurt and he wasn’t too keen on getting shot by it. He started to move further into the room, heading for desk, “Sam, I’m going to sit down at the desk. Don’t shoot me alright?”

He pulled the chair out from the desk, spun it around and sat on it backwards, resting his arms on the back.

Hearing the chuckle and the voice didn’t really make Sam any less inclined to pull the trigger.  But he grit his teeth and lowered the barrel anyway, not putting the weapon down just yet, it was a small concession, but he figured it would just have to do for now.

“Sure, fine, make yourself at home why don’t you?”  Sam’s tone was dripping sarcasm, and he turned slightly at the small shuffling sounds, “What the hell do you want anyway?”

Tuesday | Gabriel and Sam

gabriel-the-trickster:

“Well, my little brother was right; it’d take something big to set off the Aeythrs. Now, I don’t know the specifics, but I can tell you that Lucifer and Michael’s spat wasn’t nearly big enough. And the defeat of the Leviathans? Not even a speck on the radar, I mean, I’ve dealt with those slimeballs before. But good job, by the way. Dick Roman was really starting to piss me off, I mean, he ruined sugar for God’s sake. Anyway, I can only think of one thing big enough to knock over the dominos.” He folded his wings and walked over towards the grimy window. Keeping his voice casual and light, he continued. “A few weeks ago, I got a call from my Father, told me to meet him at a pizza place. Now, I hadn’t spoken to him since the annunciation, so right off the bat I though something strange was going on. But it wasn’t like I was going to refuse the invitation- when the Almighty tells you to meet him for pizza, you sure as hell listen. Next thing I knew, Ol’ man Death came by and reaped my Father’s ass back to who knows where.”  So far, Gabriel was telling the absolute truth, with perhaps a few important details left out. However, it was now time for him to lead the Jolly Green Giant off of his trail. “Of course, I high-tailed it out of there, no passing go, no collecting $200. Obviously, there is no guarantee that set off the Aethyrs, but if you could come up with something bigger than the reaping of God be my guest.” 

Now it was Sam’s turn to falter.  Was Gabriel really telling him that God was dead?  The first Aethyr, the big push to get the whole ball rolling was the reaping of God?  Whether is was or not, it still didn’t change the fact that if Gabriel was telling the truth - and honestly, even for the Trickster that was a pretty fucking sick joke - maybe the world didn’t actually need to fall apart for the world to fall apart…

Because maybe, right then, Sam’s did…

Through everything, there was one thing Sam held onto, and that was his faith.  The only time it had been lacking was when his soul was awol, and back then, there was no reason to pray, he had no conscience, so there was no faith.  But even when Lucifer was roaming around his head, there was still faith to hold onto and… well…

He felt dizzy, sick, and suddenly, empty.  Maybe the archangel didn’t quite grasp the impact those words had on the hunter, maybe he didn’t care.  Maybe faith wasn’t important to angels, immortals, creatures and the like… 

Sam’s eyes fell to the floor, no longer interested in seeing the visual spectacle of an archangel revealed.  Everything suddenly losing it’s vibrancy in that moment as something inside him finally unravelled and broke.

“Get out.” 

Blind man sat by the road and he cried

exit-stage-crowley:

It wasn’t hard to find the moose, his size notwithstanding. Crowley still had a few coins stashed in the car, in their gear, all over the place. It helped to always know what was going on at any given time. So needless to say, when he arrived in Sam’s room at the hotel, he was a little surprised to learn that something was wrong.

He stood there, in a dark corner near the door, silent as the grave and waited for Sam to notice him. The moose was usually quick on the take, but not this time. He watched as Sam slowly moved around the room as if he were blind, and what do you know, he was. Well not isn’t that interesting? Crowley moved into the room a little more and waited for Sam to pick up on his presence.

It didn’t take too long for Sam to realise he wasn’t alone in the room.  And this was wearing a little thin.  People… Angels… Demons… Whatever, popping up and lurking.  Watching.  Eesh.  It made his skin crawl.  But instead of acknowledging the presence, he just moved, hands outstretched and feeling his way slowly until he reached the side of his bed, leaning down to rummage a little in the duffel that was set to the side.

While his left hand was busy in the bag, his right was curling around the smooth wooden stock of the loaded sawn-off nestled beneath the bed.  it was a matter of seconds to bring it up and spin in the direction of the presence.  He might not be able to see anything, but the spread of the shotgun would more than make up for lack of accuracy in the small room.  ”Who are you?  You’ve got three seconds before I turn you into a smear on the wall, so you better start talking, right the fuck now!”

“Three… Two…”

Tuesday | Gabriel and Sam

gabriel-the-trickster:

Gabriel went cold and the brilliantly sarcastic retort flew out of his head. The youngest archangel rarely took things seriously, but the Aethyrs were one of them. “The Aethyrs?” he asked horrified. This was definatly not good. Long ago, his Father had told him the beginning of the Aethyrs meant the end of the world. This would definitely upset his careful plans. What was the point in taking the throne if the kingdom was demolished? Gabriel realized that he was going to have to tread very, very carefully. Somehow, he had to help the WInchesters without them uncovering his own agenda.   “You said my brother thinks something huge set them off? I think I know what that was.”

“Did I stutter?  Aethyrs, Gabe.  End of the world… And everything else apparently.”  Sam saw the serios expression and shrugged, “Like I said, Gabe… No deals, nada.  This little trick seems to mark me down as one of them.  And the rest, I have no idea.  Apart from the resurrections, then we’re at a bit of a loss.  So if you’ve got anything you want to share, now’s the time to do it.”  

Sam’s brow furrowed slightly at the suggestion that Gabriel knew what had triggered this new chain of events into action.  ”Alright, I’ll bite.  What was this ‘big thing’ that went down then, because I’m clueless about that little nugget too?”

Tuesday | Gabriel and Sam

gabriel-the-trickster:

“Castiel? Wow, I didn’t know he had it in him. I should congratulate him next time I see him” said Gabriel, somewhat to himself. I turned his attention back to Sam. “I wouldn’t be so fatalistic if I were you Sam. Time’s are changing, and I believe that if they can be nudged in the right direction, we can all get our happy ending.” The angel decided decided that if Sam could indeed see his wings, he might as well put them to good use. The Trickster persona didn’t seem to be rubbing Sam the right way, so he’d go with the Archangel approach. He spread his wings, allowing them to reflect his Grace, illuminating the dimly lit motel room. Gabriel did, however, make sure to tone the light down a bit; no sense in blinding the guy. He drew himself to his full height (which unfortunately was nowhere near Sam’s level, but what could you do) and said in the most powerful tone he could muster while in his vessel ”I came for answers. And I came to set things right.” 

“No, but you seem to just expect it of me.”  Sam muttered, still disgruntled by the archangels assumptions.  As Gabriel’s wings unfolded, Sam’s eyes watched as the insubstantial things disappeared off through walls and ceiling, still visible by the light they gave off.  ”How do you not fall on your ass more?  Those things are huge.  And…six?  Overcompensating for something Gabe?”  He asked with a slight smirk, “Go ahead and get your glow on… I’m looking right at you Gabe - the real you - I can see your grace all stuffed into that little body, just bursting to get out, and weirdly enough, my eyeballs aren’t burning outta my head.  Go figure.”  He finished the statement with a small sigh of resignation.

“M’not sure how many answers I can give you, or if we’ve got a chance of setting anything right, but I’ll tell you what I know…”

There was a short pause and a deep breath before Sam launched into the news… And as ever, it wasn’t good.  ”Something has apparently kicked off the Aethyrs.  I dunno what - Cas said something huge must’ve happened to knock the first one into action, and apparently now the rest are falling like dominos.  So we’re set for the unmaking of everything and complete chaos unless we can figure out how to stop ‘em or control ‘em or… I dunno… Something.  And this…”  Sam waved a hand in front of his face, “Might just be thanks to one of ‘em.  If you’d hit a couple of hours earlier, I would have been blind as a bat.  But when my sight kicks in, apparently I get magic eyeballs - I can see pretty much everything.”  He shrugged, “Not just me, Jo… And maybe Ash too… And something freaky is going on with Dean too.  So, you tell me Gabe, do we have a chance at that happy ending?”

Tuesday | Gabriel and Sam

gabriel-the-trickster:

Aaaaaand we’re off thought Gabriel. “Not conclusions, Sam-o, just hypotheses, you know what they say about learning from the past, and all. And speaking about learning from the past, how many times are you planning on falling for the knife trick?” The archangel suddenly looked at the hunter thoughtfully. “Look, Sam, somehow you can see me. And I see you running around with a demon again. What conclusion do you expect me to draw? You fell into a vat of radioactive liquid? Well, let me tell you something, Daredevil, this ain’t the movies.”

“Theorise all you want.  And yeah, I can see you.  All of you…”  Sam gestured to the blank space behind, and quite a bit above, the archangel.  Only it wasn’t quite so blank in Sam’s field of vision, the massive wings flickering slightly as Gabriel moved.  ”But if you want to know why there’s a demon in the picture, I suggest you go and ask your little brother.  She’s not here by choice or invitation - Cas is the one wants her here, not me.  So that’s two for two Gabe.  No soul selling and I ain’t the one asked Meg to hang around.  You want to go ahead and pull off a hattrick about those assumptions?  Be my guest.”

“No, it’s not the movies - I doubt there’s a happy ending in store for any of us in the near future.  Anyway, why the hell did you show up?  Now of all times, huh?”

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Sam, you don’t get it. Helping you DOES benefit me.

Oh, well… Whoop-de-freaking-doo.  That changes everything.  As long as you get what you want then everything’s just peachy.

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areyouhummingmetallica:

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areyouhummingmetallica:

exit-stage-crowley:

Oh I know plenty.

Care to share?  Or is there a price for that too?

There have been rumblings and rumors mainly about this next apocalypse being heaven created. I really can’t say much more than that other than I don’t want this one to happen either.

Rumblings?  Rumblings are a little lacking on details, so if you have anything more specific…  If not, then I’ll just be over here, busy trying to stop the end of the world, okay?

-rubs his face- Look Sam, it’s complicated. There are things happening all over the world, subtle things and lets just say there are some secrets that would do much more harm than good if revealed. Whatever help you need this time, I’ll give it.

When is it not complicated?  And you’re a good judge of harm over good?  Riiight.  You’ve never given anything in your entire existence that hasn’t benefitted you personally in some way, so excuse me for being the sceptic.