Filled With Fire

“A Serious Dirt Nap.”

Two men drove along a stretch of road, the sky turning dark as the sun fell, signalling the end of yet another day.

The hum of the ‘67 Chevy Impala filled the empty forest, whilst Black Sabbath filled the car.

Hunters they were. A pair of brothers, a bit bloodied and bruised from dealing with a recent werewolf attack. Son of a b***h put up a good fight, but they still put him down.

Relief had settled over the two, a job well done with another monster dead and a small town saved. A simple easy job.

Suddenly, there was the loud ruffle of feathers from the fluttering wings.

Both men yelped, the one driving the car, Dean, quickly jolted the car left after swerving, to then glare at the winged intruder who only smirked back at him.

“Wassup Deano?”

“Gabriel,” the other brother, Sam, sighed, “What do you want?”

The mischievous Archangel feigned a hurt expression, his bottom lip pouted, “Why do you always assume I want something, Sammy?”

“Cause you douchebags always want something,” Dean grumbled, hands tightening on the wheel.

Gabriel sighed loudly and shrugged, “True. But this is important and it’s more of a need than a want.”

“And you can’t do it why?” Sam asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Daddio doesn’t want me to get into it.”

“But isn’t telling us to do something, interfering?”

“No way, Winchester. I’m just guiding you guys in the direction of a one-thousand-year-old witch that needs to take a serious dirt nap. That’s all.”

“Okay,” Dean nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing up a bit, “That we can do.”

“But don’t touch the vampires or the Hybrid.”

If either of the brothers had been drinking, they would have spat it out like a pair of fire hydrants.

Sam was shocked frozen and Dean was about to pull over to start tearing the Archangel a new one when Gabriel then added suggestively, “Tempest will be there.”

The oldest Winchester’s eyebrow quirked as he struggled to hold in a smirk.

“Red’ll be there, huh?” Ooo, was she a wild one. Best s*x he’d ever had.

“But you ain’t gonna be getting any while you’re there, Deano. Unless of course, you wanna deal with teeth and claws.”

This time, the Winchester’s wicked smirk stretched wide across his face, unable to control the filthy thoughts coursing through his mind, “Wouldn’t be new...”

Sam snapped his head around, eyes wide and mouth open, wearing the look of a deer caught in headlights.

“Ooo,” Gabe grinned, leaning against the front seat on his forearms, “Give us the deets.”

The younger brother slowly turned to look at the Archangel, the same expression lingering on his face.

The trickster scoffed and ruffled the hunter’s long hair.

:3

A crystal glass rings out through the room, echoing off the walls, causing the entire crowd to fall silent.

Tempest bristled to see Esther standing on the staircase amongst her children, feeling not only protective of them, but the fear slipping like ice down her spine.

A flute of pink tinted champagne in hand, the Original Witch smiled and began to speak, "Good Evening, Ladies and Gentleman. Waiters are coming around with champagne. I invite you all to join me in raising a glass. It provides me with no greater joy than to see my family back together as one. I'd like to thank you all for being part of this spectacular evening."

Teddy nudged the Tiger when a waiter approached the two of them with the champagne, but her eyes remained on the Matriarch of the Mikaelson Family.

“Thanks, mate,” the metamorphmagus sighed and took the two glasses pressing one into Temper’s hand.

“Oi, T.” The shifter turned to him, and he was paused to see the beginning of her hybrid face. A silvery gleam shimmered over her golden eyes and a slow view of the veins creeping down her cheeks.

They both heard ‘Cheers!’ One from Esther and another from her audience. Like every other party she’d been to, Tempest drained the glass and started for the doors, with Teddy right behind her.

He stopped for a second to give a waiter the two empty champagne flutes and raced off again.

The wizard met up with her pretty quick outside, “Tempest! Hey Tempest!”

The redhead was leaning against a wall with one hand, struggling to breathe. It was like she was about to have a panic attack.

Teddy put a hand on her lower back and crouched in front of her, “Temp. What’s wrong?”

The Tiger then rasped out, “Something’s gonna happen Ted. Something big and I don’t like it. I feel like a bowling ball has just hit me in the stomach.”

She groaned and the purple haired wizard pulled her to the ground and hugged her.

Suddenly a shadow stood over them and they both heard a voice say, “Well isn’t this just easy pickings? She’s gonna be real happy about this.”

Tempest couldn’t feel it in herself to stand and fight off whoever this i***t was and Teddy was holding her so...

“Stupefy Maxima,” was whispered and her best friend slumped. Before she could react, the Tiger felt a pinch in her neck and right as the darkness overcame her, she heard, “Mikaelson was right. Vervain and mistletoe.”

:3

In a second, Gabriel’s eyes glazed over before he took in a sharp breath and a deadly look replaced the troubling smirk that could make anyone nervous.

“Uh, Gabe?” Sam said, a little freaked out seeing as the archangel’s fingers were still in his hair.

The sixth oldest entity in the world clenched his jaw and sat back in his seat, his back straight as a board as the persona of a military general overcame him.

He owed that Tiger shifter a lot and this selfish, power hungry witch b***h thinks she can use her as a battery.

Oh yeah, like hell is that happening.

Gabriel looked to the eyes of both Winchesters, them being weirded out to see the seriousness of the well known aloof prankster. He brought his hand up and snapped his fingers.

The Impala bounced slightly as they were teleported via angel airlines in front of a town sign, the car now stock still.

“Welcome to Mystic Falls, boys.”