Did nazi that coming.
Saul can hear them speaking. Arguing in German. Even if he wasn’t fluent, the term Juden Raus isn’t one the grandson of a holocaust survivor wants to hear. They killed a norse God. They killed a norse god.
“What do you mean they are all dead?”
“She is a hunter. Did you expect her to come peacefully?”
“I expected loyalty. Have Hegel find out what exactly occurred.”
“I have so ordered. You have one more day and then we will get the angel my way.” The older man walks out.
“Well,”The man hangs up the phone and goes to put on his gloves. “It seems your hunter friend does not care about your welfare. No matter. She will be taken regardless.”
“Please… Please don’t…” Saul flinches as he draws near, scalpel in hand.
“There is one easy way to end this.”
“No… please…”
“Just call it, and this will all be over.”
“No.” Saul closes his eyes and braces himself for the piercing of his skin.
“Hey!” Saul hears a vaguely familiar voice, though he’s never heard it in german before. “Stop breaking our things!” There’s a clatter and gunfire and laughter.
“Gabrielle stop playing.” A man scolds her and with a snap of the fingers Saul finds himself healed and in a hotel room with five other people. Two he knows three he doesn’t.
“What is this?” The woman with the leash gives him an interested look. “An isrealite?”
“What? No that’s…”Claire frowns. “Is Saul jewish?”
“No, Claire. Saul Weinberg is obviously a greek orthodox name.” Krissy says dryly and walks over to him.
“I didn’t know his last name was Weinberg.” Claire protests.
“Saul, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Krissy puts an arm around his shoulders as he starts shaking and doubles over in dry heaves.
“Okay, um, are you two good?” Claire asks the woman and older man.
“So long as he pays tribute as he promised, yes.” The woman nods.
“Good. I’m sorry for the precautions, but you are a very fearsome goddess.” Krissy apologizes and nods to the young white haired man who unties a silver and gold noose from around the womans neck. The woman gives a conceding nod at this and reduces to a sleek black cat who immediately strides over to the man who’s gripping the arm rests as if his life depended on it. She leaps up to his lap then his shoulder, rubbing his cheek against him before nipping his ear.
“You’ll be okay, Dr. Jensen.” Claire reassures him. “Remember, ten percent tithe and the guest cottage. The obligation does not go beyond you and absolutely does not include your soul. Thank you for your understanding.” She opens the door for him.
“H-how do I get home?”
“Claire. Keys?” Krissy holds out her hand.
“I’ll take them. You take care of Saul.” Claire walks out of the hotel room.
“Okay.” Krissy turns back but Saul scrambles to his feet and locks himself in the bathroom. “Saul? Saul are you okay? How did you get here? Saul?” There’s no reply, Just some quiet sobbing and quiet words she can’t make out, like he’s speaking softly to himself. There’s a bright flash from the crack in the door, then silence long enough that Krissy goes back to snuggle with Nat a bit and even falls asleep. It opens just about the time Claire gets back. “Hey,” She smiles at Hara, not able to be as happy as she wants because of the reason for the angel’s return. “Is he okay?”
“No. He just… wanted to sleep to be pushed aside. I gave him pleasant memories instead. What happened?”
“That’s what we want to know. Michael and Bree went after the people who took him because Alex got involved accidentally and for some reason, Rhys decided to keep her from being taken by almost killing her in a car accident instead.” Claire explains. “Raphael’s standing guard in case anyone comes looking for her. If we’re done here I really don’t want to leave her with Miss Apocolyse any longer than I have to.” She grouses plopping down on the bed. “He’s not even fucking healing her. They’re waiting until she’s discharged. Can you believe that bullshit?”
“Kind of smart actually.” Krissy comments. “Avoid all the questions. As long as she’s in no danger, I mean. Makes things easier on her since she has to live there.” Claire just crosses her arms and scowls at her partner.
“Hara, think you can drop me back off at Souix Falls?” Claire asks, and checks her phone. “Oh, scratch that. Dean’s on his way to make sure we’re okay. I’ll have him take me back. You just stay close to Krissy who should be taking the car back to her friend’s and seeing her doctor. And put some clothes on, he looks better that way.”
“I think you should fit my fat pants.” Kriss heads to the closet.
“Sam could fit your fat pants.” Claire teases. “Granted on him they’d be shorts.”
“Listen Novak, just because you have no ass…” Krissy starts.
“Large hips and thighs promise a woman will have healthier stronger smarter babies.” Thanatos comes to his lover’s defense.
“Thanks, Nat.” She doesn’t sound very thankful.
“That’s actually true. That’s where Omega fats are stored and they’re vital to fetal brain development.” Hara states and tries to put Krissy’s pants on. “It’s a little tight. Is it okay if I stretch them?”
“Ech no, I love those jeans. Um. here.” She pulls out the pastel dress. “Nat brought it.”
“Oh, thank you.” Hara smiles and puts it on.
“Oh you look so pretty.” Krissy appraises her. “Sit down, I want to do your hair and make up. Can you grow his hair out?”
“Oh, no, he doesn’t want me doing things like this with his body. “ Hara catches herself and takes the dress back off.
“It’s your body at the moment.”
“No. It’s his body, he’s just letting me use it.” Hara sighs.
“You know, whoever took Alex was after Krissy. They made the mistake because she had your phone, Kris.” Claire adds almost as an afterthought.
“What? Hold on…” Hara frowns and goes into talk to Saul with that empty expression that always creeps Claire out. “I… I’m sorry… What? Are you sure?” Hara looks astonished. “Why would they be after me?”
“What?” Krissy takes hold of Hara’s hand. “Saul you come out here and speak to us. If Hara in danger I need to know.”
“FUCK YOU!” Saul shouts hysterically, knocking her hand away. “ I call… i called and you just… you didn’t.. you don’t even…” He just starts hyperventilating.
“I’m sorry.” Krissy puts her arms around him. “I didn’t have my phone. I’d switched with Alex to avoid Josephine scolding me. When she called I was…. I didn’t take her seriously. You were being guarded by Thor and why would you call me and not call for Hara who could save you instantly? And I was tired and cranky and I didn’t… please forgive me.” She begs just letting him sob into her shoulder.
“I… I didn’t call Hara because I couldn’t.. I couldn’t and then they did… they didn’t know I spoke German. They were blocking my prayers, Hara, and I don’t know how and they didn’t want me to call you until they had things in place to bind you properly and …. and I couldn’t… I couldn’t let them hurt you. I just…”
“Did they torture you?” Krissy asks as gently as she can.
“For hours and hours and hours. But i didn’t do it. I didn’t call.” He keeps repeating himself as Krissy just gently strokes his hair and shushes him, letting him know he’s okay.
“So hours of torture. Impressive.” Thanatos comments flatly, his voice dripping with sarcasm, not enjoying the cuddling.
“Don’t be an ass.” Krissy snaps at him though Claire privately agrees. “Saul is a normal fucking human being. Normal people break under torture. Normal people don’t go for days on threes hours of sleep or have ridiculously high pain tolerance, or kill things on a regular basis. And he did fucking great. Do you hear me? Holding up for hours of torture from magic users is not a small thing. And as soon as I get my phone back I’m changing your contact name.”
“W-what’s my contact name now?”
“Never mind that.”
“Gambling whoremonger.” Claire informs him, Saul gives Krissy a look as she just gives him a sheepish smile. “And not selling out your friends to necromancers is kind of par for the course. If you hadn’t kicked Hara out in the first place this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Claire!” Krissy tosses the balled up dress at her. Saul just sits down in a corner, retreating into himself. “ What is wrong with you?”
“If they wanted the angel why would they be after Krissy and my child?” Thanatos demands.
“Hostages to try to control Hara, probably. Once he’s in Saul they can’t exactly hurt him.” Claire guesses. “Look, go back your friends where it’s safe and wait to hear from Bree. I’m sure two archangels have got this.”
“Okay. Okay.” Saul takes a breath. “I need… I need to rest…” He covers his face again and his shoulders finally relax.
“I’ll try to talk to him about this later.” Hara looks down at Saul’s blood stained boxers. “I’m going to go get some clothes he likes. I’ll be right back.” She disappears.
“I’ll let Alex know he’s alright.” Claire takes out her phone.
“See if she’s up to talking to him maybe?” Krissy asks.
“She’s in the damn hospital, Krissy. I’ll wait to call until morning.”
“Hey.” Sam brings a vase into the hospital room, pausing at the overflowing collection, and wishes he’d brought chocolates instead.
“She’s sleeping.” Raphael says quietly. Sam tries to find a place to putting them on the window sill.
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s healing well. She should be released soon.” he replies quietly.
“Mind if I wait here with you?”
“Do as you like.”
“Dean’s going up to meet with Krissy and Claire to help keep an eye on her since Krissy was the target, not Alex. Has anyone come after Alex?”
“No.”
“Psst.” They look to the door and see a young man with marbled gray hair peeking in the door. “Sam.” He whispers and beckons the winchester over with a pleading look.
“I’ll be right back.” Sam gets back up and starts to the door.
“Return the basket to the wolf. She does not wish to accept it.” Raphael says. Sam hands takes the basket and hands it to back to the dejected looking Rhys in the hall.
“Is she alright?” He asks. “They won’t tell me anything.”
“She will be.”
“I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean for her to get hurt that badly. I keep forgetting she’s human. She just so… extraordinary.” He gives a sad little pout down at the basket. “Is she very mad at me?”
“I don’t know. I just got here. Are… is that all you?” Sam points back into the flowers. Rhys gives a sheepish smile that reminds him of Babe. “If she is mad, she’s not the kind of girl who’s forgiveness can be bought, you know.”
“I know. Here’s the thing, can we…” He points back to the stairwell.
“Okay?” Sam follows him out and sits down on the steps.
“So… I...like her.” Rhys rubs the back of his neck. “But I kind of have a reputation as a playboy, you know? A well deserved one, I admit.” He grins. “And so Dad kind of forbade me from going after his… um, virgin friend. And Hel agreed with the edict, so… I’m not allowed to be human near her. Because they don’t really trust me not to give into temptation and you know, seduce her anyway.” He gives a guilty laugh. “I mean, I wouldn’t do anything she wouldn’t want me to, clearly and explicitly. Mom and Hel would kill me if I was ever the least bit rapey. And dad… one of his freinds? Noooo.” Rhys shakes his head.
“Fenrisulfr.”
“Call me Rhys.”
“Rhys… I don’t want Alex to be ‘played with’ either.” Sam says carefully.
“Yeah, no, I get that. But I mean, I like her, too. I’d want more than a night or a weekend you know, or even just to actually get to… to talk to her. I have questions and want to show her things that I just can’t do as a wolf. Nonsexual stuf, not just the fun stuff. I want to… to court her, I guess.”
“You mean courting as in dating or an official marriage in mind kind of thing?” Sam attempts to clarify, though his skepticism shows in his eyes.
“Well… I don’t know. And that’s kind of different, you know. Maybe I’ll get to know her and decide no I do not want this woman as a fixture in my life, but not knowing that I just want to play or just want an evening or what ever is just…. I don’t know. It’s different.” Rhys sighs. “Can you please talk to dad? Maybe ask him to give me a chance, that I didn’t mean fuck up this bad. I really didn’t and I won’t… I just want to be around her, you know.” Rhys gives him a pleading look. “You… he has a soft spot for you. He reversed a prank for you. If you could… put in a word for me?”
“I…”
“Fenrisulfr, what do you think you’re doing here?” Babe appears, not at all happy. Her clothes are blood stained.
“Are you alright?” Sam stands back up.
“It’s not my blood.”
“It’s not his blood.” Babe and Rhys say at once. “Um, I just wanted to check in of Alex. They don’t let animals in. I just wanted to make sure she was alright.”
“You almost killed her, Fenris.” She turns to him.
“I was trying to save her!”
“By causing a high speed car accident? What were you thinking?”
“She was being burned, there was magic, I couldn’t let them finish whatever it was they were doing to her. I had to stop them!”
“You thought that would be better? Of course you didn’t. You don’t think, Rhys. You just do things and to hell with the consequences. People get hurt. That whole things with Hati and Skoll nearly caused a damn war! When will you start taking things seriously?” But this last admonishment apparently goes a step too far. Rhys lifts his head and glares at the small woman standing before him.
“Take things seriously? You of all people are telling me to take things seriously? I am taking this seriously, all of it and her and I’m trying my best and you…. you…. absurd effeminate coward have no right to say anything to me. Where do you get off being so high and mighty, huh?” Rhys angrily demands. “I haven’t done anything nearly as bad as half the things you’ve done that I even know about! You… hypocritical liar. You don’t want me to play with Alex? You played with mortal and immortal men and woman including my damn mother!”
“I loved your mother.”
“Oh? You kept your wife. You slept with hundreds of others while still with her and didn’t do a damn thing about her murder. Not a damn thing. How many wars did you cause? How many people have you killed and you lecture me when I haven’t done anything!”
“That’s right. You haven’t done anything. Anything. You just eat drink sleep and fuck, you play and play and don’t even try to make something of yourself. You rejected your destiny, that’s fine,it was a stupid destiny that I half think he made up in the first place. But you didn’t try to find another one.”
“Where is this even coming from? Since when did you care about any of that about me. And look at you, what are you doing? When are you going to stop this stupid and pointless charade?” Rhys motions to Babe’s small female body. “Taking the form of a woman claiming to want to marry this human. It’s disgraceful. And you try to want to marry this human. It’s disgraceful. And you try to shame me for staying true to the inherent nature of my sex? Fuck you, Loki! Why am I even obeying you? You’re not my father just some sexless cuckold used to care for another man’s children. Why do I even have to listen to you in the first place?”
“Because I am stronger and more powerful than you and if you hurt my friend again you will be punished for it, you ungrateful pup! Now stay way from Alex before I kennel you.” Babe snaps at the young man who just clenches his fists and turns into a dog, running off down the stairs without another word.
“Maybe you’re being a little hard on him.” Sam says gently Babe just turns and glares at him for a moment.
“Do you have children?”
“You know I don’t.”
“Then stay out of this.”
“He really was just trying to help, you know.”
“I know, Sam.” Her voice has a hint of warning he ignores.
“And he did have a point about your respective behavior.” Sam continues.
“What else? I assume you have an opinion on his pursuit of Alex as well.” She motions for him to continue, though clearly the right answer is no. Sam pauses a moment before continuing anyway.
“I think you should stop banning him from being human around her.”
“Of course you do.”
“Do you think he genuinely likes her?”
“That’s not the point, Sam.” Babe brushes the question aside. “The point is that she’s inexperienced and he can be very charming and I don’t want her getting hurt. Besides he’s not the type to settle down.”
“She isn’t either.” Sam points out. “She’s not even twenty yet. She’s certainly not looking for a husband right now. But she is a grown woman and deserves the right to make her own decisions not have them made for her, even for her own protection. If he’s not going to coerce or mistreat her then all you have to do is make sure she knows your concerns about the relationship. He’s been very good about all of this and you know it.”
“Yes, I know it, but… look just butt out of my family affairs. This is not your concern.” She turns away angrily.
“Excuse me?” Sam widens his eyes at her. “Your family is going to be my family shortly. Alex is a friend of mine as well. Of course it’s my concern.”
“Not where my children are concerned, it’s not.”
“Rhys is a grown man, Gabrielle. He’s not a child and treating him like a wayward puppy won’t make him act like an adult.Alex isn’t a child either. Yes, she might get hurt, he might get hurt, but it might work out. They’re allowed to gamble just like we are.” Sam points out. When Babe opens her mouth to reply, she’s interrupted by an arriving nurse.
“Oh my god! Sam Singer?” She exclaims, looking at him as if seeing a ghost, and puts her hand to her chest. “You… you’re alive.. I thought for certain you’d… you look wonderful. Where have you been?”
“Trying every thing under the sun.“ Babe puts an arm around it’s worst in response to the astonished yet appreciative appraisal of the nurse. “We’re not sure what worked but something did.”
“I can’t believe it…” The nurse shakes his head. “You look positively transformed. When was your last check up? Is Dr. Brandt still here? He’ll want to see this. Don’t go anywhere. No, wait, actually, come with me.” The nurse walks quickly over and leads Sam off to an open room. “I’ll be right back.”
“So what you’re just going to let them examine you?” Babe leans against the door.
“Alex is sleeping so, why not?” Sam shrugs. “So what happened? Is Saul alright?”
“Oh, yeah. Yes, he is now but still probably not as he was being tortured by nazi’s, Michael sent him to Krissy and Claire. Unfortunately I kind of lost my temper and slaughtered them before I could find out what they wanted with him and Krissy and Michael wouldn’t let me resurrect any to question.” she huffs, scowling at the unfairness. “Even weak as hell she’s still stronger than me.” Babe grouses.
“Nazi’s? The Thule are involved in this?” Sam takes out his phone, and flips through his contacts. “Here he is…” Sam makes a call. “Aaron, it’s Sam. Sam Winchester. The thule are after a friend of mine and I need your help finding out why. Call me back when you get this, thanks.”
“Aaron?”
“Yeah, we met him a while back. He has a golem…”
“Cool.” Babe comments. “You know with the right commands you can make those things do a mean conga line. Anything more than that and it’s just sad. they’re not excessively flexible. I shouldn’t have killed them all, but they killed my brother.”
“What? Which one?”
“Thor.”
“I’m so sorry.” Sam walks over to her.
“How am I going to tell Yuri?”
“Well, you can get him from the abyss can’t you?”
“He’s not there.” Babe takes a breath. “The bastards sent him somewhere else. Finding him might take a while.”
“You’ll find him.” Sam puts his arms around her. “I know you will.”