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Dean walked back into Bobby's house, cradling his throbbing hand. There was a track in the dirt from how many times he had walked this path. He headed into the library, needing a drink of the whiskey Bobby kept there. Bela and Gabriel walked in at the sound of his footsteps, curiousity on both their faces.

"Gabriel, can you fix my hand?" Dean asked, holding out his broken hand. "Sudden contact with an angel's face was not good for it." Gabriel chuckled and ran his fingers over the broken bones. They knitted back together and Dean flexed it. He laughed at the stunned look on Bela's face.

"What?" Dean asked sharply. "Didn't believe in angels? What did you think he was?" Dean pointed a thumb at the smirking Gabriel.

"Honestly?" Bela asked. "When I thought about it, I thought he might have been a witch. I didn't believe angels existed. How many are there?"

"Lots of us," Gabriel replied, snapping his fingers and unwrapping a Jolly Rancher. Bela waited for a more accurate answer but none was forthcoming. She shrugged and turned to Dean.

"So, what was all the secret stuff out in the barn?" she asked sarcastically. Dean glared at her before turning to Gabriel.

"Zachariah said Moses' staff was broken into pieces," Dean explained. "Said I needed a tougher challenge and I needed to collect the pieces in 3 days." Gabriel's mouth dropped open, the sarcastic archangel at a loss for words for once.

"Moses' staff?" Bela asked, disbelief in her tone. "Seriously? That's just a story." Dean shook his head and grimaced.

"I wish," he replied. "But I've seen its power first-hand. It's not pleasant. And it means we need to talk to Balthazar again."

"He's not going to like that," Gabriel warned. "We don't have any more scotch to bribe him with." Dean thought for a moment and then snapped his fingers.

"You are an archangel, idiot," he told Gabriel. "Go get some." Gabriel chuckled and disappeared with a whoosh of wings.

"And you thought that he was a witch?" Dean asked Bela, snorting. She didn't bother to reply, just sat on the couch next to Dean.

"What's that feather?" she asked, trying to get more information about what was going on.

"Bela, don't make me shoot you," Dean replied. He sat silently after that, resisting all attempts at conversation. Gabriel returned a short time later, a large bottle and a humidor in hand.

"Got cigars this time," he said, satisfied. "I don't think the scotch will be enough." He set both on the desk and concentrated. He said a few quick words in Enochian, then waited. The lights flickered and the familiar sound of wings filled the room.

"Really?" came Balthazar's sarcastic voice. "I thought we went through this last time. You keep calling me like this and I'm gonna feel like a regular part of the family." He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, his arms crossed over his chest. He eyed the scotch and humidor, a slight smile creasing his face.

"More bribery, Gabriel?" Balthazar asked. "You know, I was just enjoying a menage a... what's French for twelve?"

"Douze," Bela supplied before thinking. Balthazar's eyes snapped to her and his smile widened. He sketched a small bow in her direction.

"How would you manage that?" she continued curiously.

"Well, I could give you a demonstration, love," Balthazar said, his voice dripping honey.

"I think I'll pass," Bela said. For now her treacherous mind added on. Bela dropped her eyes and listened as the conversation continued.

"We need your help again," Gabriel explained. "Moses' staff. How many pieces did you break it into?"

"Four, why?" Balthazar asked, curious.

"Zachariah," Dean spat. "He gave me three days to collect all the pieces." Balthazar started pacing the room after grabbing the bottle. He cracked the seal and played with the lid. After a few minutes of furious pacing, he opened it and took a deep slug.

"You guys really are trying to set me against Zachariah," Balthazar finally said. "If he knows I helped you, he'll come after me next."

"He doesn't have to know," Dean snarled. "I kept how I killed the dragon from him." Balthazar turned startled eyes on the hunter. Giving Dean a respectful nod, he turned back to Gabriel.

"All right," he conceded. "The last three pieces are scattered across the country. Give me some time to gather them back together." Grabbing the humidor, Balthazar disappeared. Dean let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. He looked up as Sam walked into the room, his laptop under his arm.

"What'd I miss?" he asked, looking from face to face. Dean filled him in quickly on the next task and Sam nodded. Gabriel walked over to drape a companionable arm across the younger hunter's waist. Sam smiled at him and kissed the top of his head.

"So, how long you think it's going to take?" Sam asked.

"Hopefully not too long," Dean replied. Bela nodded, though for a completely different reason. Balthazar was filling her thoughts and she wanted to see the angel again. They waited there, Sam and Gabriel killing time on Sam's computer while Dean played with Cas's feather. Sudden footsteps heralded Balthazar's return.

"All right," the angel panted. "Got the pieces, though it was not easy." He held out three pieces of wood, about a foot long apiece. Dean took them gently and smiled.

"Thank you," he said, smiling at the sarcastic angel. "I won't forget your help." Balthazar nodded and took another drink at the scotch he summoned from midair.

"And I'd like another favor sometime, Gabriel," Balthazar drawled. "I definitely deserve one after what I had to go through to get that back." Gabriel nodded and tilted his head.

"What was so difficult?" Bela asked, drawing Balthazar's attention. She sucked in a quiet breath as the angel's intense eyes focused on her.

"Other angels were guarding the pieces, love," he explained, smiling at her. "I had to fight them and take the pieces away." Bela nodded and stood. She stepped close to Balthazar and smiled flirtatiously at him.

"I'm rather curious about that menage a douze," she said. "Though why don't we start with something a little smaller?" Balthazar grinned at her and made the scotch disappear. He held out a hand to her and said, "Well,take my hand, love, and we'll go experiment." Bela laid her hand in his and he pulled her close.

"Don't wait up," she tossed over her shoulder before they disappeared. Dean snorted and shook his head.

"I did not see that coming," he said. Sam and Gabriel broke up into choking laughter, holding on to each other to keep from falling over. Dean chuckled weakly, his thoughts already heading to Zachariah.

"I'm gonna go summon the bastard again," Dean said. "Maybe he'll stop giving me challenges when he sees how little time this one took." He gathered the ingredients he needed, resolutely ignoring the noises his brother and the archangel were making. They really couldn't keep their hands off each other as soon as people left the room.

Dean followed the same path out to the barn, counting his footsteps in the dirt. The sigil was still clear on the floor, so all he did was mix the ingredients and light the candles. Finishing the spell, he sat back to wait. And wait. And wait. And wait some more. He was getting tired of the power plays Zachariah seemed to enjoy.

Twelve hours later and Dean snapped awake from a doze. Zachariah sat in his armchair, chuckling to himself. Dean stood and tossed the pieces of Moses' staff at the smug angel.

"There," he said tiredly. "One staff, as ordered. We done yet?" Zachariah chuckled and made the pieces disappear. He steepled his fingers and tapped his lips, studying Dean as one might study a bug.

"That was really quick, Dean. You must really want little Castiel back," he finally said. "All right. Your last challenge. You remember the Garden of Eden?" Dean nodded cautiously. He and Sam had been killed before he had seen the garden. That was not something he wanted to go through again.

"There's a rare flower called a Paradise Rose," Zachariah continued. "It only grows in the Garden. It is a blood red rose with a white center. I want you to pick one and bring it to me. You have one day." Zachariah chuckled evilly before disappearing. Dean shook his head and sighed.

"Well, at least it's the last challenge," Dean told himself. "Maybe Gabriel will have an idea."
And introducing... Belazar! Mwahahaha. Why, you may ask? Because my headcanon says so. :D I don't know if this ship already exists, but it amuses me. This one is probably going to read really fast, but I liked writing it. Sarcasm is so much fun. So, the last challenge and this one may be impossible. Wish Dean more luck. Enjoy and, as always, comments are :heart:


The whole story
Love [link]
Light [link]
Innocence [link]
Misfortune [link]
Smile [link]
Trouble Lurking [link]
Sorrow [link]
Happiness 3 [link]
Night [link]
Stars [link]
Eyes [link]
Abandoned [link]
Dreams [link]
Rated [link]
Teamwork [link]
Standing Still [link]
Illusion [link]
Family [link]
Creation [link]
Childhood [link]
Stripes the second [link]
Breaking the Rules [link]
Sport [link]
Danger Ahead [link]
Sacrifice [link]
Kick in the Head [link]
No Way Out [link]
Magic [link]
Do Not Disturb [link]
Drink (epilogue) [link]
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I ship it actually xD