Superwholock - Revelation Ch. 6 Fanfiction

Revelation

Chapter Six

Bolts of Blue Flame


“I hear him!” Castiel suddenly gasped, darting down the dark hallway and up to a closed, sliding door with a panel the size of a birthday card off to the side. Without even taking the time to see if it was unlocked, he grasped River and Sherlock by the arm and teleported instantly into the room.
“Sam!” he said.
Sam Winchester was lying unconscious on a table on the opposite side of the empty, large room. A large contraption hung dormant above his head, and his youthful face was blank. His shaggy brown hair was splayed across the table and his wrists and ankles were restrained. His tall body, spattered with patches of blood, was completely straight on the metal slab.
Castiel started to move forward, but Sherlock yanked his trenchcoat back.
“Wait,” the detective ordered quietly. His quicksilver eyes darted all over the room, lingering on the floor and blank metal walls. “This is...too easy...” Quick as a fox, his hand snatched something from the pocket of his dark coat and he stooped to the floor. River and Cas looked at him expectantly as he placed a small, shiny object on the floor the size of a marble...
It is a marble, River thought. It was small and clear, with a colorful air bubbles frozen inside. With a expert flick of the thumb, Sherlock sent the marble smartly over the grey floor.
It rolled across the floor without a hitch, or at least, for the first four and a half seconds.
Then directly under the marble, the floor began to snap and crackle with a blue energy. Panels of electric floor lit up the room with an eerie blue light, and Sherlock straightened and watched as the panels cut off a centimeter from the group’s feet.
The marble continued to roll unfazed all the way over to the table where Sam lay, and the lightning floor only cut off millimeters from the table.
“I don’t know about you two, but I don’t really like the smell of burnt hair.” River crossed her arms, trying to hold back the emotion on her face- The others hardly seemed bothered by the fact if they had stepped but a penny’s width more and would have died in shocking, brutal agony.
“Perhaps River and I should hang back,” Sherlock said nonchalantly, his voice aloof.
“That...would be a good idea.” Castiel said, appraising the distance and the floor. Then with the breathy noise of wings he teleported over to the table, standing over Sam in a slightly awkward position- he crouched deftly over Sam's head, back towards the wall. Sherlock would’ve grinned if Sam had been conscious.
“Sam,” the angel said gently. He gripped the young Winchester’s shoulders and gave him a slight shake. “Sam...It’s me, Castiel. Sam?” Sam remained asleep, without an eyelid flutter or micro-expressional twitch.
“He won’t wake,” Cas called intensely. His normally reserved blue eyes fell upon Sam with great concern.
“I would say plug his nose and cover his mouth, but I have a feeling the usual way’s not going to work.” River’s eyebrows crinkled in thought.
“John sometimes falls into an almost coma-like sleep after a couple of drinks...” Sherlock pondered aloud. “But we don’t have any water and I don’t have my megaphone...try shouting!”
“Shouting?” Castiel asked dubiously. He wasn’t usually one to yell, people could usually tell when they were supposed to be listening or when he was angry- he never really needed to yell.
“Yes! Directly into his ear!”
“Won’t that cause hearing damage?” Cas replied skeptically. He cast his eyes down on Sam again, debating.
“I don’t think that’s our greatest concern right now, Angel,” River said tightly. “Scream. Loud.”
“Hmm...” Castiel’s eyes widened. He waved his hand, and the restraints on Sam's wrists and ankles undid themselves. River gawked and Sherlock raised a brow. “Alright...You may want to cover your ears.”
“I don’t think that’s-” River started, but something told Sherlock he should listen, and he held up a hand towards her. She paused, then slowly covered her ears, pressing her curls to her head. Sherlock covered his slightly, but his curiosity kept him from pressing too tight.
Castiel turned and giving a slight nod, barely opened his mouth.
And from the angel the shrieking, piercing sound of true angelic speech ripped through the air, high enough to break glass. River groaned and pressed her hands against her hands hard, and Sherlock winced, his curiosity dampened as his face contorted with pain.
“AAAAARRGGGHH!” Sam screamed, jolting straight up from under the angel. His proximity to Cas causing so much pain that his brown doe eyes began to well. “CAS! CAS, STOP!”
Castiel instantly ceased his true speech, straightened, and turned slightly pink. “Sorry. You were...unconscious.”
“Yeah, well, thanks!” Sam yelled, his voice still loud. Then his breath blew out in a gust and he clocked back down on the table, eyes squeezed shut. Then he opened them- and to his surprise, found himself directly under the crouched angel. He turned red all the way to his ears. “Uh, Cas...why are you practically on top of me?”
Castiel took a couple seconds to answer, and each moment Sam grew redder and covered his eyes with a free hand.“The...floor- um- is electric.” His voice was a hint sheepish.
“Oh. Kay. Can we...go, now?” Sam kept his hand over his eyes.
“Yes.” Castiel’s pale hand shot down, snatching Sam’s arm and they were suddenly across the room, back with Sherlock and River.
“Augh,” Sam groaned, clutching his head. His knees buckled. Castiel continued to grip his arm until he was sure the massively tall Winchester could stand upright. River’s eyes narrowed suspiciously for a moment, and Sherlock noticed. But nevertheless he approached Sam with the smallest of smiles.
“Sam...how’s the hospitality here?” His eyes flickered with poorly timed humor, but inside he was relieved the Winchester was back in their hands.
“Terrible,” he muttered. Then he straightened, eyeing the party. “Where’s Dean? The Doctor, John?”
“Split up the rescue party- the rest are fighting Antiphages.”
Sam’s eyes hardened and he drew up to his full height. River couldn’t help but crane her neck up to see him. So many tall men, she thought. Love it.
His brown eyes swept over her with confusion, but then he smiled awkwardly in understanding. “Um, hi. I’m Sam. Nice to...meet you, despite the circumstances. You must be the Doctor’s wife.” He held out a large and callused hand, and she accepted it graciously as she pushed aside all dark thoughts wafting around in her brain. How could she not? He looked like a tall, burly bear, him and his brown puppy eyes. She felt her heart melt for Sam Winchester, the big sweetie. She knew her husband wanted to travel with him...after her parents, she had been desperate for the Doctor to fill that hole in his hearts. And, having recognized that protectiveness he gave off whenever he talked about Sam, she realized he was a great choice- big, kind, smart, strong enough to take care of himself...A good companion for her husband.
She smiled warmly at the thought of the Doctor happy again. “Indeed. It’s an honor to meet you, Sam. Judging by how hard everybody’s fought to rescue you, I assume you’re one decent man.” She laughed breezily, sending her golden curls bouncing. Sam blushed, at both her ‘honor’ and the fact that people had tried so hard to get to him. Really? he thought. He was beginning to like the Doctor’s wife already- he saw what he liked in her...She had spirit.
“Um...thanks.” He turned a shade redder, and jammed his hands in his pockets. Then his shyness faded and he asked in a strong voice, “Which way are they?”
“I can take us,” Castiel said, spreading his arms.
“No, wait!” Sherlock’s eyes flared. “We’ll get blown into little pieces if we appear in the middle of the firefight! We should sneak up behind- not only will it keep us from getting killed, it will give us an upper hand- we would take them by surprise and hit them at their backs.”
Castiel nodded sternly. River reached into her pocket and pulled out her spare weapon that the Doctor had reatomized. Always keep an extra, was one of her mottos. It had never failed her- especially when she had more than one. She handed the futuristic weapon to Sam, who took it with wide eyes.
“What kind of a gun is this?” he asked incredulously. Sherlock looked over it, analyzing the technology himself. Sam ran a finger over it in awe.
“A good one,” is all River said. “The Doctor fixed it so it won’t kill- but it’s just as effective as a normal round. So don’t shoot yourself, okay? Kidding,” she said quickly, seeing his are-you-joking face. “I know with a name like Winchester you ought to be handy with a weapon.”
“I’d say so, yeah.” Sam turned to the angel, pressing his mouth into a hard line. “Which way, Cas?"
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