And Now It's War by laceym

Chapter 1

When last we spoke, the gate in Wyoming was opened. The Legion was unleashed and the army of demons who had been locked away was now free to walk the surface. The bane of the Winchesters' lives the yellow-eyed demon a.k.a Azazel was killed. He was the oldest Spawn and served the wishes and interests of those who were cast out in the beginning. His death was a blow to many in Hell.

Azazel had acted as the right hand of the First. The first fallen who had orchestrated the rebellion. The one who had unleashed this whole thing and had caused Hell to be created. The rumors were rampant in Hell about the fact that no one had actually seen the First since the beginning. Azazel had capitalized on this and had promised an escape from the despair that is Hell.

The torment of that place is enormous and while I am able to move freely and am immune to the effects of the place, there are many who are not. I thought of all these things as I stared at what was left behind after the destruction of Azazel. I stared at the body and sighed. I walked over to the grave where I had entombed the Crossroads Demon. I freed her from her imprisonment.

"You bitch!" she screamed.

"You have your freedom," I smiled coldly. "You're not going to tell anyone what happened."

"I'll report…" she trailed off.

"To no one," I stared at her evenly. "Or I'll eviscerate you."

Her eyes widened and she nodded.

"Good demon," I purred.

She stepped back and then vanished.

I turned my attention back to where the bodies lay. None of the hunters had remained behind and I chuckled. I set about cleaning the cemetery. I opened the nearest tomb and simply deposited the bodies on top. I shook my head as I stared into the distance at the disappearing cloud. I sensed the others.
"I hope you know what you're doing," I gritted.

Michael came forward, "It was necessary."

"You saw how cold he was," I snapped.

"There is nothing to be done," Michael replied.

I perched atop a headstone. "This is dangerous. All those demons loosed. You know they'll possess the first humans they come across."

"Yes," Michael agreed. He sat across from me. "But they're rudderless."

"Sam," I pointed out, "is technically their leader."

"But he's not going to be consumed with that task," Michael grinned. "He'll be too busy trying to save his brother from Hellfire."

"Dean's not going to Hell," I reminded him.

"We know," Michael responded.

"So, what is the point?" I frowned.

"The point is to keep the Legion off – balance," Michael's grin faded.

I figured that must be plan. "You do see the flaw in it don't you?" I asked.

"You mean the fact that there will be a faction who will try to influence Sam?" Michael asked quietly.

"Those probability studies don't mean jack when it comes to demons and humans," I snarled.

"You love them too much," Michael observed.

"Oh, well pardon me," I scoffed. "I thought that we were about love and forgiveness. Or have you taken to lying?"

"There's no need to take that tone with me," Michael snapped.

"I am not going to let you continue to do this," I warned.

"You have your orders," Michael reminded me.

I grimaced. He was right. I was not about to disobey my orders. There was a reason for everything, even this.

"It's not right," I muttered.

"It will be all right in the end," Michael assured me.

"Well, we know how the end always works out," my voice dripped with sarcasm.

Michael turned his gaze away. I noticed that he stared at the trees surrounding the cemetery. I stared into the distance as well and saw headlights. I straightened.

"Others are coming to see what happened," Michael observed.

"Apparently," I concurred.

"We should leave," Michael stated.

I stared at him for a moment. "They're going to be blamed for this," I told him.

"That can't be helped," Michael shrugged.

"They're going to be defenseless," I cried.

"They'll be fine," Michael assured me.

I shook my head. Michael pulled me off the headstone. I dug my heels in to prevent him from pulling me any further.

"You do realize that these hunters will shoot you before they allow you to speak," Michael pointed out.

I frowned at him. He was right. Now was not the time to confront anyone. I sighed.

"You can't help them," Michael warned.

"I know," I snapped.

Michael arched an eyebrow. "What are you going to do?"

"Follow orders like a good little angel," I sneered.

Michael shrugged and vanished.

I stayed behind and waited for the hunters to emerge from their vehicles. There were two men. They were grizzled and husky and moved cautiously. I had never seen them before. They stared at the gate and frowned. They said nothing. I was concerned. They seemed to know what had transpired. But they couldn't find anything. I watched in silence. The men got into their vehicles and drove off. Well it wouldn't have been wise to stay in a place where a sizeable supernatural event had just taken place. I sensed that the Winchesters were foremost in their minds. The hunter community wasn't in their favor and the name of Gordon Walker was in the same train of thought as well. I recalled Gordon Walker. He was a definite thorn in the boys' side. He was in prison, however, I wondered how long he would remain there. Hunters were resourceful and when that was teamed with obsession they were unpredictable and even more dangerous.

I walked away from the cemetery. I could hear my name being called. I stopped to listen. It was Bobby. I traveled to where he was. He was back at his house. I entered the house quietly for I could sense the others were sleeping. Bobby was the only person who was awake.

"You called Bobby," I said quietly.

"Damn it Kelsey!" Bobby swore. "You should give a man some warning."

"Planning on shooting me?" I asked as I stared pointedly at the loaded shotgun.

"Look," Bobby lowered the weapon and ran his hand along his jaw. "Things got…" he trailed off.

"I know," I nodded. "The gate was opened and a whole lot of demons were unleashed."

"Yeah," Bobby agreed. "Wait a minute. How do you know?"

"You think that John Winchester got out of Hell by himself?" I asked.

"Are you saying?" Bobby stared at me.

"I'm saying nothing," I replied.

"You're going to do that double talk aren't you?" Bobby accused.

"I can only do what I can do and no more," I said cryptically.

"We're going to need help," Bobby said.

"I can't help," I told him.

"You're an angel," Bobby glared at me.

"I told you Bobby," I smiled sadly. "I'm not the halo wearing, harp playing kind."

"Then what can you do?" Bobby demanded.

"Nothing," I said.

"I don't understand," Bobby looked crestfallen.

I sighed. It was a difficult concept to explain, but perhaps Bobby would understand. Although, I was doubtful that he would.

"It was humans who opened the gate. Humans who unleashed the demons on to the surface, therefore," I shrugged.

"Therefore, humans have to fight this war," Bobby sighed.

"I know that it's hard," I said.

"You can't do anything?" Bobby pleaded.

"Not directly," I said.

Bobby shook his head. "Well point us in the right direction."
"I'll try to but I can't promise you much," I said.

"I know that you'll do what you can," Bobby surmised.

"That too," I smiled.

"You going to say anything to the boys?" Bobby asked.

"They may not be in the mood to see me," I said. I stopped for I sensed him standing behind me. Bobby stood straighter.

"I figured you'd show up sooner or later," Sam's said.

I spun and faced him. I smiled at him. He seemed to be Sam but there was something a little different.

"I'm here," I said.

"I wish you'd been here sooner," Sam said quietly.

"Would it have made a difference?" I asked.

"You could have stopped Dean," Sam stared at me evenly.

I was left with a choice but I wasn't sure what he wanted from me. "Dean has free will like everyone else Sam."

"So that makes what he did okay?" Sam demanded.

"It means that you have to accept his decision," I said.

"No," Sam shook his head. "I'm not going to accept the fact that my brother is going to Hell because he wanted me alive."
"You're brother made a choice Sam," Bobby interjected. "He's got the consequences of his actions to deal with."
"And to Hell with how that affects me?" Sam shook his head.

"Shouldn't you be saying this to Dean?" I asked.

"Dean's not about to listen to me," Sam said.
"Then what do you think that Dean's going to do?" I wondered.

"Knowing my brother?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Oh," my eyes widened. I turned to Bobby who actually appeared red in the face.
"It's okay Bobby," Sam grinned. "Kelsey's actually caught Dean in the act."

"Let's see how you feel when it happens to you," I retorted.

Sam grimaced.