Sam held his hand against the wall in a vain attempt to steady himself. He winced as he glanced at his brother, still on the floor by the couch, the hilt of the demon knife sticking out of his leg. He vaguely worried that was going to suck once he got his body back, but Dean was a bigger concern now. And, of course, the pissed off Fallen archangel that was trying to bring down the house around them from its prison in the circle of holy oil.
Cas and Garth were out of the house, at least, but that just left Dean and himself to finish cleaning up this mess- if they could. If they failed, the angel and the other hunter would try to pick up where they left off and expel the prince of Hell.
Belial stood in the center of the circle of fire, his arms outspread, murmuring under his breath. The walls were beginning to crack under the weight of the former archangel's power, and Sam surmised it wouldn't take long for him to crack the floor, as well, freeing him from his prison.
He looked to Dean, who gave him a quick nod, letting him know that he'd be all right, just hurry the hell up.
Sam turned back to the centre of the room where the Fallen angel stood and pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket, holding the creature's eyes as he read from it.
"Omni potentas dei potestatum invoco," he began. That definitely got Belial's attention.
"Omni potentas dei potestatum invoco..." Sam flinched as Belial let out an amused laugh, but he saw that it had an effect on the creature- his power seemed to have waned, the foundations of the house no longer trembling.
"Aborbe terran... Hoc angelorum in obsequentum..."
"Where did you learn that," Belial asked, his voice strained. "Did Castiel teach you that?"
Sam ignored the Fallen's question, continuing to read off the cue. "Domine expoet... Domine expoet..."
Belial screamed, arching backwards. Sam could see the dim, purplish light seeming from the corners of the vessel's eyes.
Belial let out a shrieking laugh. "That won't... send me to hell, boy..."
Sam grinned. He was counting on that. The angel banishing spell would send his ass straight to Heaven, where the angels could deal with their Fallen brother.
"Hobie abba tempere," Sam finished, staring coldly at the Fallen angel.
Belial screamed, sickly purplish light radiating from him- spilling from his eyes and mouth. The angel threw his arms back, the shriek escalating to an ear-splitting pitch that cracked the windows in the house- and then there was an explosion of pure white light that threw Sam back against the wall behind him, knocking the wind out of him.
Sam shielded his eyes as the room went white, but there was still the after-image of the Fallen archangel's vessel imprinted in his eyes, vaguely man-shaped with the faintest suggestion of massive, feathered wings.
There was a long, ringing silence in which Sam thought he might have gone deaf.
Sam lowered his arm, panting to catch his breath as he surveyed the ruined room through a haze of white. Something wasn't quite right about his perspective, and God he was in pain...
The ringing in his ears gradually subsided.
"Sam!" He flinched as he felt someone grab his arm.
Looking up, he saw Dean's face, his brother's actual face, staring down at him in worry.
"Dean?" Sam felt like he was going to pass out from the pain in his right leg, and he felt light-headed. He noticed, idly, that his jeans were soaked and sticky with blood. How did Dean manage to push past this?
"Come on, Sammy," Dean sighed. "Let's get the hell out of here before any more weird shit happens..."
Sam closed his eyes. He knew it was going to suck.
Back at the motel, Castiel had enough of his mojo back to heal the worst of the boys' injuries up to merely 'dull and throbbing'. Dean was nearly in tears when they had gotten back to the Impala to find that his baby no longer looked like Barbie Ferrari and spent some time consoling the metal beauty, caressing her hood and promising that he would never, never let something like that happen to her again.
When they'd pulled into the lot, Garth had gotten into his own car and driven to Denny's to pick them all up a well-deserved round of burgers.
Castiel was perched in front of the television when Dean got out of the shower later that night, Garth having retired to his own room after their rather unenthusiastic celebration and a round of hugs, which left Castiel looking ruffled and confused. Everyone was exhausted after the long, weird three days they'd all had, and Sam had passed out on his bed right after he'd taken a shower himself. Dean felt bad about the beating he'd gotten for his little brother, but it's not like it was his fault, right?
Dean plopped down on the sofa next to the angel, eyeing the screen of the crappy console television with open scrutiny.
"Dude, are you watching..."
Cas turned his head toward the hunter, one eyebrow raised.
"I believe," the angel said. "This is what you refer to as 'irony.'"
Dean shook his head, chuckling softly. "Freaky Friday? Really?"
The angel turned back to the screen, seeming vaguely amused at Dean's reaction.
"Man, I need to introduce you to DVDs," he said.
The angel snorted, and together he and the hunter finished watching the movie in companionable silence.
The next day, with mutual enthusiasm, they got the hell out of Grass Valley.
(A/N: Finally, it's done! I never have to look at it again! lol. To be honest, the plot of this fic still tickles me to no end. This was the first fic I've ever written, and I dove into it before I really knew what I was doing with it. I want to thank you all for your continued support and reviews. It was a blast to write! There are a few things I regret about this story, namely bringing Garth into it. I feel bad, because once I had him I didn't know what to do with him, and he just sort of floated around in the background throughout the rest of the fic.
may re-write this some time down the road, but for now I'm just happy that it's done. This went waaaay further than I had originally intended- it was originally supposed to only be a couple chapters of drabble and whackiness, but then it evolved and took on a life of it's own and spiraled way out of control. I want to apologize for putting off the conclusion for as long as I did, I know a couple of people were really urging me on to complete it. I'm not happy with the way it ended, but I am... content, I suppose.
In the meantime, I urge anyone who enjoyed this to check out my AU fic- Ride the Lightning. I learned a lot from writing Corpus Verto, as this is the first thing I've ever written to completion. Lesson learned, I suppose. I know now to have a confident plan for the end game from here on out, rather than shooting from the hip as I did here.
All in all, I hope you've enjoyed this fun little bit of semi-nonsense, and thank you again for reading! :)