Supernatural: Miscalculation-ch. 8Sam tugged against the ropes that held him. Gabriel rolled his eyes. “That’s not going to do anything,” the arch angel told him. Sam looked at him. “Well I don’t see you doing anything.” Gabe opened his mouth to speak when his eyes grew wide and he paled. “What? What is it?” Sam asked, concerned. “She didn’t,” Gabriel muttered. “What?” Sam asked, getting a little impatient. “That bitch!” Gabe hissed. “She’s gone too far!” “Gabe, what are you talking about?” Sam asked. “Odi’s in with Dean and Cassie, I don’t know how long they’ve been under, because I can only get in touch with little bro’s grace. But I know what she’s doing now, and I really expected better of her.” Sam nodded, indicating Gabe to go on. “She’s messing with Cas’s wings,” Gabe told him, swallowing thickly. “What? Is that possible?
Supernatural: Miscalculation-ch. 5Sam’s eyes widened. “You do? Who is she?” Gabriel smirked. “Her name is Odyne, the Greek goddess of pain. You don’t have much information on her, but I knew her for a while.” Sam scoffed. “Of course you did,” he said, knowing that was the wrong thing to say, but it hurt every time one of Gabe’s exes were brought up, in conversation or otherwise. Gabriel’s face fell. “Don’t be like that Sam; it wasn’t in that kind of way.” “It wasn’t, then how was it? How did you know her?” Sam tried to keep the anger out of his voice.“We were friends, until she started hanging around with Hades. I told her it wasn’t going to end well, and it didn’t. The pain she causes is to justify her pain, the pain of dating Hades, of her life, the curse of her family, all of it. She isn’t happy unless she’s using someone to forget her own suffering,” Gabriel explained.
Supernatural: Miscalculation-ch. 2Dean groaned. His head throbbed and he went to sit up, but felt his arms pulled back. He looked up to see his wrists were locked in shackles, and locked to a headboard on a bed. He looked around. “Cas?” he called into the bed room. “Sam? Gabriel?” He tugged against the cuffs and tried to sit up, and the bed sheets moved and his legs felt cold. “What the hell?” he muttered, shifting, and then rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “Alright you son of a bitch,” he called. “Come on out!” Dean waited. He heard the wind outside, but nothing else. “You’ve got me chained down; I can’t do a thing to you! Show yourself…” There was no movement. “Unless you’re scared? And why am I not wearing pants? Huh?” Dean growled and tugged against the cuffs again. “Come on you bastard, show your ugly face!” As soon as those words left his lips, the door opened. A tall figure in a black cloak tha