Of The Many Paths, Mine Led To You (Supernatural fic, Dean/ofc)
Summary: When Team Free-Will is rescued by a mysterious Lakota hunter who has a past with Castiel, they have no idea that they’ve stumbled upon a massive conspiracy to annihilate all angels. Together they must work with Crowley and Rowena and try and unite the still fractured community of remaining angels before it’s too late and the coalition of humans, demons and monsters manage to destroy them all.
Note: Just to note, this takes place a few months after Chuck and Amara reconcile. Mary Winchester wasn’t brought back and there is no British Men of Letters to worry about. Chuck restored the angels their abilities to fly/teleport before he and Amara took off. Also, Three Meadows is a made up reservation and my knowledge of the Lakota language is pretty much based on google, so I apologize for that and any cultural mistakes I make.
Chapter 1
Dean POV
“You know, Sammy, I’m getting really sick of getting tied up in dank old basements. It’s the fucking desert, why is it so damp in here?” Dean growled, tugging with no result at the restrains that held him to the support opposite his brother. He knew they shouldn’t have gone into Arizona of all places. These assholes had even gotten the drop on Cass and the angel was knocked out or worse in a friggin’ converted dog cage in the corner. A dog cage! He hadn’t said anything or moved but Dean couldn’t see him to get an idea of his condition. Then they’d cheated and used some kind of mojo to take both him and Sam out pretty quick.
Though they still managed to get a few good shots in.
Probably why he got thrown down the stairs instead of led down. Dicks.
“I know Dean, me too.” His brother looked around and sighed. “I think the damp is from whatever they’ve been growing in here. Ingredients for spells. I didn’t recognize half of what we saw upstairs.”
“Me either.” He sighed and thumped the back of his head against the support. “This sucks.”
“Wait, did you hear that?”
