Supernatural: On The Head of a Pin Recap
April 9th 2009 19:54
It’s night in at the scene of a major car crash. Car alarms are going off all over the place. Castiel walks up, lifts his hand and silences them all. He walks through the mess of overturned cars to find a blond woman in a white dress lying in the middle of it all. He bends down and reveals her throat. She’s been stabbed.
The cops arrive and rush up to the body. They stop short, shocked.
As the helicopter above shines its light over the scene, a shadow of huge wings shows up on the pavement underneath the dead angel.
~*~*~
Sam drives the Impala as Dean sleeps. It’s a foggy night. Dean wakes and Sam tells him that Ruby will meet them outside Cheyenne. “She’s been tracking some leads.”
Dean grunts.
“Look,” Sam answers. “I know she’s not exactly on your Christmas list, but if she can help us get to Lilith—“ Dean interrupts that they either work with her or they don’t, he couldn’t really care less, and Sam frowns at his brother. “What’s your problem?”
“Pamela didn’t want anything to do with this and we dragged her back into it, Sam.”’
“She knew what was at stake.”
“Oh yeah, savin’ the world,” Dean answers sarcastically. “And we’re doin’ such a damn good job of it.”
“Dean—”
“I’m tired of burying friends, Sam,” Dean interrupts gruffly.
“We catch a fresh trail, we follow Lilith.”
“I know. Like I said, I’m just gettin’ tired…”
“Well get angry,” Sam answers. This is not like Dean.
Dean doesn’t answer, instead staring out the window tiredly.
~*~*~
Sam opens the hotel room door and Dean follows him in, mumbling, “Home, crappy home.”
They turn on the light to find Uriel and Castiel waiting for them.
“Winchester and Winchester,” Uriel mocks.
Dean: Oh come on!
Uriel: You are needed.
Dean: Needed? We just got BACK from needed!
Uriel: *deadly quiet* You mind your tone with me.
Dean: You mind your damn tone with us!
Sam quickly steps between them, explaining, “We just got back from Pamela’s funeral.”
“Pamela,” Dean reminds. “You know, Psychic Pamela, you remember her. Cass, you remember her, you burned her eyes out, remember that? Good times.” Castiel remains quiet, and Dean turns to Uriel, angrily adding, “And then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you could stop pushin’ us around like chess pieces FOR FIVE FREAKIN’ MINUTES!”
“We raised you out of Hell for our purposes,” Uriel says smugly.
“And what were those again?” Dean asks angrily. “What exactly do you want from me?”
“Let’s start with gratitude.”
“Oh,” Dean lets out a dry laugh, getting ready with a comeback, but Castiel finally speaks.
“Dean we know this is difficult to understand.”
“And WE—“ Uriel interrupts, shooting Castiel a warning look. Turning back to Dean, he finishes, “Don’t care.”
Dean glances at Castiel. Clearly he does.
“Now, seven angels have been murdered,” Uriel continues. “All of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight.”
“Demons?” Dean asks and Uriel just nods. “How they doin’ it?”
“We don’t know.”
“I’m, sorry, but what do you want us to do about it?” Sam asks, genuinely confused. “I mean a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league.”
“We can handle the demons, thank you very much,” Uriel answers, and Castiel adds, “Once we find whoever it is.”
Uriel again glances sideways at Castiel, and Dean notices.
“So you need our help hunting a demon?” Dean asks.
“Not quite.” Castiel steps out from behind Uriel. “We have Alastair.”
“Great, he should be able to name your trigger man.”
“But he won’t talk. Alastair’s will is very strong. We’ve arrived at an impasse.”
“Yeah well he’s like a black belt in torture,” Dean agrees. “You guys are out of your league.”
“That’s why we’ve come to his student,” Uriel answers. “You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we’ve got.”
Realizing what they’re asking him, Dean lowers his head. He does not want to do this.
“Dean,” Castiel asks. “You’re our best hope.”
“No,” Dean answers fiercely. “No way.” Looking at Castiel he adds, “You can’t ask me to do this Cass, not this.”
Castiel is clearly bothered by this, but Uriel smiles, stepping up. “Who said anything about asking?”
Dean glances over at Sam, and before Sam can even look at him, the angels have whisked Dean away.
Sam: Dammit!
~*~*~
Dean and Castiel are looking through a window into a room where Alastair is chained to an ancient devil’s trap. Castiel explains that he’s bound to it, and Dean stares at Alastair a moment, then turns away. “Fascinating, where’s the door?”
“Where are you going?”
“Hitch back to Cheyenne, thank you very much,” Dean answers, glancing sideways at Uriel as he walks by him. Suddenly Uriel is standing right in front of him.
“Angels are dyin’ boy.”
“Everybody’s dyin’ these days,” Dean cuts back. “And hey, I get it, you’re all powerful, you can make me do whatever you want.” He turns to Castiel. “But you can’t MAKE me do this.”
“This is too much to ask,” Castiel answers, walking over. “I know. But we have to ask it.”
Dean studies Castiel a moment, then turns to Uriel. “I want to talk to Cass alone.”
Uriel stares at him a moment, then tells Castiel, “I think I’ll go seek Revelation. We might have some further orders.”
“Well get some donuts while you’re out,” Dean answers.
Uriel laughs. “Oh this one just won’t quit, will he. I think I’m starting to like you boy.” Dean doesn’t smile. Uriel is gone.
Dean turns back to Castiel. “You guys don’t walk enough, you’re gonna get flabby.” When Castiel just stares at him, he adds, “You know, I’m starting to think Junkless has a better sense of humor than you do.”
“Uriel’s the funniest angel in the garrison,” Castiel answers seriously. “Ask anyone.”
Okay then. Moving on, Dean walks up to ask, “What’s going on, Cass? Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?”
“My superiors began to question my sympathies.”
“Sympathies?”
“I was getting to close to the humans in my charge. You. They feel I’ve begun to express emotions, doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgment.” Castiel leans against a table and Dean takes a few steps away, turning his back on him.
“Well tell Uriel, or whoever, you do not want me doing this, trust me.”
“Want it? No…But I’ve been told we need it.”
Swallowing hard, Dean emotionally tells him, “You ask me to open that door and walk through it?...You will not like what walks back out.”
“For what it’s worth,” Castiel answers. “I would give anything not to have you do this.”
Dean closes his eyes, swallowing hard again. He knows he has no choice.
~*~*~
Castiel watches as Dean opens the door and wheels a covered cart into Alastair’s room. The door shuts behind him.
Alastair looks up and grins. “Heaven,” he starts singing. “I’m in Heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speeeaaaak. I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we’re out together, dancing cheek to cheek!”
Ignoring him, Dean uncovers his torturing equipment. Alastair starts to laugh. “I’m sorry—this is a very—uh, serious, very emotional situation for you—uh—I should laugh, it’s just that, I mean, are they serious?”
~*~*~
Sam opens the hotel room door to let Ruby in.
“I can still smell them,” she says disgustedly. “Seriously, Sam, I’m not exactly dying to tangle with angels again.”
“I need to find out where they took Dean.”
“I’m not sure I see the problem,” she answers, setting her back on the bed. “You know they have Alastair strung up six ways since Sunday. Dean cuts himself a slice, Al’s reduced to a quivering heap and the good guys get goods, what’s wrong with that?”
“He can’t do it,” Sam answers, not looking at her.
“Look I get it, you don’t want him going all Torture Master again.”
“No, I mean he can’t do it. He can’t get the job done…Something happened to him downstairs, Ruby,” Sam says, sitting on the bed. “He’s not what he used to be, he’s not strong enough.”
“And you are?”
“I will be.”
~*~*~
Back in Alastair’s torture room, Dean is getting ready.
“Had your pop on my rack for close to a century,” Alastair prods, and Dean just answers, “You can’t stall forever.”
“John Winchester made a good name for himself,” Alastair continues. “A hundred years! After each session, I’d make him the same offer I made you: I’d put down my blade if he picked one up.”
“Just give me the demon’s name, Alastair.”
“He said no each and every time.”
Dean takes off his jacket. He doesn’t want to do this anymore than Alastair.
“I couldn’t break him,” Alastair continues conversationally, egging Dean on. “Pulled out all the stops, but John was made of something unique. The stuff of heroes.”
Dean stares at the table and Alastair continues, “And then came Dean. Dean Winchester . And I was up against it again! But Daddy’s little girl, he broooke.”
Dean takes a drink, trying not to let Alastair get to him.
“He broke in 30,” Alastair says with an evil grin. “You’re just not the man your daddy wanted to be, huh Dean?”
Silently, Dean sets the bottle down and grabs a goblet. He pours holy water into it.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Alastair mocks. “Holy water? Come on! Grasshopper, you’re gonna have to get creative to impress me.”
“You know something Alastair?” Dean asks, finally turning to look at him. “I could still dream. Even in Hell. And over and over and over you know what I dreamt?” Alastair just stares smugly at him, and Dean calmly answers, “I dreamt of this moment.” He picks up a needle and adjusts a huge syringe. “And believe me. I got a few ideas.” He loads the syringe with holy water.
Alastair’s smile falters, but he quickly hardens back up to glare at Dean when he walks over.
Dean holds up the syringe. “Let’s get started.”
~*~*~
In the outside room, Castiel hears Alastair start to struggle as Dean begins torturing him. He turns a troubled face towards the room, knowing this is torturing Dean just as much.
~*~*~
Dean sets down the syringe and turns to face Alastair. “Let me know if you want some more of this. There’s plenty left.”
Struggling but still stubborn, Alastair growls, “Go directly to Hell. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.”
Dean smiles mirthlessly. Guess they’re not done yet.
~*~*~
Ruby lights a map of Wyoming, reciting an incantation. The map lights up, and at Sam’s worried look, Ruby tells him, “Relax, the fire’s our friend.” She glances back down at the burning map. “The only part of the map we need is the ‘where’s Dean’ part.” She tells the fire, “out” and the flames burn away, leaving a circle of map untouched in the middle of the ashes. “There. your brother’s there.”
Sam leans forward to study the map as Ruby walks behind him, saying, “It’s a good thing angels are concerned with hiding their dirty business. Not used to being spied on, I mean, who’d be stupid enough to try?”
~*~*~
Dean lifts up a knife, and Alastair mumbles, “There’s that little pit poker I wandered around with.”
Dean ignores him and pours holy water over the blade.
“Do you really think this is gonna fix you?” Alastair asks in his stilted, halting way. “Give you closure? Oh that is sad. That’s’ really sad. Sad, sad sad.” He smirks at Dean as he comes to a stop in front of him, knife in hand.
Without a word, Dean stabs Alastair slowly, his own hatred evident on his face.
“I carved you into a new animal, Dean,” Alastair growls with a sadistic grin. “There’s no going back.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Dean answers, almost a whisper. “But now it’s my turn to carve.”
He pushes the knife further in and Alastair growls in pain.
Neither of them notices when a nearby water pipe’s handle begins to turn and a screw slowly begins loosening. A drop of water drips down, breaking the seal on line of devil’s trap on the floor.
~*~*~
Castiel is outside, leaning against a table and having a hard time listening to this. Suddenly the light above explodes in a series of sparks as Anna arrives behind him. He senses her before he even sees her. “Anna.”
“Hello, Castiel.”
“You’re human body.”
“Was destroyed, I know,” she finishes walking up behind him. “But I guess I’m sentimental. Called in some old favors, and…”
“You shouldn’t be here,” Castiel says, still not turning to face her. “We still have orders to kill you.”
“Somehow I don’t think you’ll try.” She begins walking around the large table in front of Castiel. “Where’s Uriel?”
“He went to receive Revelation.”
“Right.”
They still haven’t looked at each other.
~*~*~
Dean pulls out the knife and leans one hand on the iron pentagram Alastair is tied to, and the other on Alastair’s chin, forcing him to look at him. Alastair may be bloody and in pain, but he still laughs, sucking in a huge breath and mocking, “Well, it’s your professionalism that I respect.”
Dean glares at him, shoving him back as he turns back to the table. Alastair watches him go, grinning a he spits out blood.
~*~*~
“Why are you letting Dean do this?” Anna asks, and Castiel turns his back on her as Alastair grunts again.
“He’s doing God’s work.”
“Torturing?” Anna asks skeptically. “That’s God’s work? Stop him. Please. Before you ruin the one real weapon you have.”
“Who are we to question the will of God?”
“Unless this isn’t His will.”
“Then where did the orders come from?” Castiel asks, back still to her.
“I don’t know,” she admits. “One of our superiors maybe, but not Him.”
~*~*~
Dean splashes holy water on Alastairs face. The demon gurgles and smokes as Dean asks, “Who’s murdering the angels?”
Alastair gasps for air.
~*~*~
“The Father you love,” Anna tells Castiel, trying to get him to see what’s going on here. “You think He’d ask this of you? You think THIS is righteous?” Castiel doesn’t answer, and Anna sits on the table in front of him. “What you’re feeling? It’s called doubt.”
Alastair shouts and Castiel closes his eyes.
~*~*~
Dean fills the goblet with holy water and splashes Alastair again.
~*~*~
“These orders are wrong,” Anna says, placing her hand over Catiel’s. He looks down at it as she adds, “And you know it. But you can do the right thing. You’re afraid, Cass.” She squeezes his hand. “I was too, but together we can still—“
“Together?” Castiel suddenly pulls his hand out from hers. “I am nothing like you. You fell! Go.”
“Cass…”
“Go.”
Anna studies him a moment then leaves.
~*~*~
Alastair spits out holy water and blood, simply saying, “It’s just not getting deep enough.”
Dean turns to begin filling a bag with salt as Alastair continues to egg him on. “Honestly, Dean, you have no idea how bad it really was.” Dean looks at him as the demon smirks, adding, “What you really did for us.”
Dean sets the empty salt container down. “Shut up.” When he continues to ramble on about how Lilith wanted him there in the first place, Dean grabs his jaw. “Well then I’ll just make you shut up.”
Dean funnels the salt into Alastairs mouth and the demon lets out a gagged shout.
~*~*~
Sam drives through the rain. A man on a mission.
~*~*~
Alastair gasps and spits up more blood, this time mixed with salt. Still, he won’t break. “Sounds like it’s caught in my throat.” He frowns. “I think it’s my throat.”
“Well strap in,” Dean says quietly. “Cause I’m just startin’ to have fun.”
He goes back to the table, and Alastair says, “You know, it was supposed to be your father. He was supposed to bring it on, but in the end—“ he laughs. “It was you.”
“Bring what on?” Dean asks, not really paying attention as he washes the bloody knife with more holy water.
“Oh every night, the same offer, remeber? The same as your father.”
Dean pours salt over the knife too.
“And finally you said, ‘sign me up’.” Alastair takes great pleasure in remembering, “Oh the first time you picked up my razor…the first time you sliced into that weeeeeping bitch. That was the first Seal.”
Dean stops, looking up. Refusing to believe it, Dean calmly walks over to Alastair and smirks. “You’re lying.”
Alastair’s smile disappears. “And it is written that the first Seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. As he breaks, so shall it break.”
Dean stares at Alastair silently, glaring at him angrily. Wordlessly, he turns his back on the demon, and Alastair tells him, “We had to break the first Seal before any others, only way we could get the dominos to fall, right? Top of the one, front of the line.”
With his back to Alastair, Dean anger falls from his face, replaced with horrified realization. Is it true?
“When we win?” Alastair says conversationally. “When we bring on The Apocalypse and burn this earth down? We owe it all to you…Dean Winchester.”
Dean closes his eyes, the truth swarming him at the worst time.
“Believe me son, I wouldn’t lie about that. It’s kind of a—“ Alastair suddenly notices the water dripping on the floor that’s broken the devil’s trap. “—religious thing.”
Fighting back angry tears, Dean answers, “No, I don’t think you are lying…” he nods, struggling to add, “But even if the demons do win…” he glances down at the knife in his hand. “You won’t be there to see it.”
He turns around to find Alastair standing right in front of him. He’s gotten out.
“You should talk to your plumber about the pipes.” Alastair punches Dean in the face, knocking him to the floor.
~*~*~
Alastair continues to beat on Dean, grabbing him by the throat and shoving him up against his own trap, choking him.
“You’ve got a lot to learn boy, so I’ll see you, back in class! Bright and early! Monday morning.”
~*~*~
Castiel goes back to the torture room and finds the broken devil’s trap and the leaky pipe. He walks over and tightens it back up.
“You called?” Uriel suddenly appears. “What do you say Castiel, will you join me? Fight with me?”
“It’s strange,” Castiel answers, staring off into the distance. “Strange how a leaky pipe can undo the work of angels when we ourselves—“ He looks at Uriel. “Are supposed to be the agents of Fate.”
“Alastair was much more powerful than we imagined.”
“No. No demon can overpower that trap,” Castiel answers. “I made it myself.” He glances at Uriel and starts walking towards him. “We’ve been friends for a long time Uriel. Fought by each other’s sides, served together, away from home…For what seems like forever.” He stops in front of him. “We’re brothers, Uriel. Pay me that respect, tell me the truth.”
“The truth is the only thing that can kill an angel—“ Uriel lowers his arm and a dagger slides out of his sleeve. “Is another angel.”
~*~*~
“Are you alright?” to end
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Poor Dean was harboring enough guilt, now he’s got to go around living with the weight of The Apocalypse on his shoulders?! And poor Sammy getting sucked into drinking demon blood to save his brother? Ahhhhhh, these poor guys!| 30 |
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