Hunting Things, Saving People; The Family Business
*48 hours previously- Adams Tennessee*
Dean Winchester rolled his eyes at the two angels staring at him in his and his brother's motel room. Couldn't they have at least one moment's peace? He was tired and dirty and bloody after dealing with Tennessee's infamous Bell Witch. The crazy bitch put up quite a fight and finding her bones to salt and burn had required more effort than most. Kate Batts had done more than enough research into the Occult to know to hide her bones, but he and Sam had found them buried near the Red River, just a few miles away from where Bell Farm used to stand. She had spent the past century haunting the Bell family, and after she started causing grizzly murders of Family members, the brothers decided it was time to put her down.
"What do you two want?" Dean groused, heading for the bathroom, intent on washing the filth off of him. Sam had already had a turn in the shower and was currently sitting at the small table in the shabby motel room looking for their next lead. Castiel cocked his head at an angle, squinting his eyes at Dean, while Uriel all out glared at him.
"Watch your tone, boy. We require your assistance." Uriel sneered at him, his features crinkling in disproval.
Dean snorted at him, "You know you look constipated when you do that, right?"
Sam let out a chuckle, looking up from his laptop to grin at his brother. "What do you need our help for anyways?" Sam directed at the angels, frowning slightly. He and Dean were already working to defeat the Leviathans, he couldn't see how they could be much more help than that. Not that they were actually helping, more like running around without a clue.
"We need you to retrieve someone for us. A woman who will be taken by Crowley tomorrow." Castiel told them quietly.
Dean let out a growl, "Why can't you go get her? And better yet, why is she so important? We're kinda busy keeping the Leviathan's from making the world their personal cattle factory."
"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to. She can help defeat the Leviathans. For now, that's all you need to know." Uriel glared at them, crossing his arms across his broad chest.
Dean and Sam looked at each other with raised eyebrows. If this woman could help defeat the big mouthed assholes, then they were going on a rescue mission. "Alright, we're in. Where's she gonna be?"
*Present day- Centralia, Pennsylvania*
Dean and Sam looked around the derelict town unimpressed. This was where Crowley was holed up? A burnt out coal town that was still currently burning. All of the roads leading to the town had been blocked off, meaning they had to park Baby at one of the last turnoffs before trekking nearly eight miles through the dense forest just to reach the mostly abandoned town. Mostly abandoned because a few brave souls remained, refusing to leave and give up their property rights. It meant there were no suitable hotels, but plenty of houses they could squat in.
"So what's the plan?" Sam asked, sitting with his back pressed against the wall of some old living room. The paint was peeling and cobwebs were in every corner, but at least it was dry and gave some protection from the heat.
"Well, I say we figure out where he's keeping her, go in guns blazing and blast the fucker full of rock salt. Then we rescue the girl and figure out how she can help solve out Leviathan problem. After that, we wing it." Dean replied, loading up his shotgun and checking to see that he would have plenty of ammunition in case Crowley and his henchmen put up more of a fight that necessary.
Sam threw his head back with a sigh, "Great, so the plan is basically no plan."
Dean threw him a smirk, "Pretty much. You still got Ruby's knife?"
Sam rolled his eyes and held up the demon killing blade. He never let it leave his possession anymore unless he was giving it to Dean to kill a Demon.
"I believe we've located the girl." came the voice of Castiel.
Dean gave a startled jump and pointed his finger at Cas, "You know, most people would knock."
Castiel sent Dean a confused look, "I am not most people. I am an Angel of the Lord."
Sam let out a bark of laughter raising his head up to stare at his brother, "He's got you there."
Dean shrugged and turned away from them, returning to his weapons. "So where is this chick anyways? The place is a ghost town. I don't particularly feel like traipsing all over it if you know where she is."
Castiel frowned at them before striding across the small room and grabbing Sam by the shirt collar and hauling him up. He then proceeded to lead him across the room to Dean, before transporting them both to a parking lot of an abandoned factory. Dean stumbled and looked around surprised, while Sam groaned and rubbed at his temples.
"That gives me a headache you know?" Sam gripped at Castiel. Castiel merely stared at him, expression blank. Dean sighed and eyed the old building in front of him. So the answer to their prayers was in there. Great, just great.
"All right. Let's get this over with." Dean groused, turning to indicate Cas should take them back to their weapons so they could go in guns blazing as usual.
*~*Nephilim Princess*~*
Hermione turned to look at Dean and Sam, wondering just what these two were in order for what were apparently angels to be working with them. Squaring her shoulder's she stared at them in confusion. They looked normal enough, although both were a little too handsome for their own goods. They both had an air of trouble around them, not the 'murdering rapist kind' but the kind mothers warned their daughters about. In the bright light of day, she could see the tall one -Sam's hair wasn't actually black, but rather a dark chocolate brown.
"So, are you Nephilim too?" She asked quizzically. At their confused looks she let out a long suffering sigh. Guess that was a no then.
"No. We're hunters. Uh, Demon hunters that is. Not your ordinary hunters." Dean told her, stepping closer to his brother to help him off the ground.
Sam was staring at her intently. "Did you say Nephilim?"
Hermione nodded, growing leery of the way the conversation was starting to turn. For once in his life, Dean found an ounce of tact and patted his brother on the shoulder.
"Not now, Sammy. We'll figure it out at Bobby's." He directed, hitching his gun across his shoulder and starting to walk back towards the house they had been squatting in.
Hermione jogged to catch up to him, "I'm sorry but who is Bobby? And more importantly, where are we?" she questioned.
"He's like a father figure to us. Helps out with the hunting through research and on occasion joins in on the hunt. As for where we are, Centralia, Pennsylvania." Sam pitched in, falling into step beside Dean's other side.
Pennsylvania was a long way from England. Even longer without her wand. She found herself coming to the realization that until she was able to locate one or figure out the world she found herself in, she had to rely entirely on their mercy and help. A situation she was not at all comfortable with.
"So where are we heading?" She finally asked after walking through the abandoned town for nearly fifteen minutes.
"To gather our supplies, then to Baby. And then Sioux Falls, South Dakota. We'll be safe there, and if there's any kind of lore about what you are, that is if you are anything, Bobby will have it." Dean told her, walking up the steps of an empty single story ranch style house. Following inside tentatively, she wondered just who Baby was. They didn't seem to have a normal name. Perhaps a pet? She really hoped it was a pet. Because for some odd reason, she didn't like the sound of admiration in Dean's voice when she spoke about them.
Sam and Dean had already rolled up their sleeping bags and were currently packing up ammunitions when she made her way into the small living area that they had been occupying. It didn't seem as if they'd been here long, and from the size of the town, it almost looked as if they knew exactly where to find her.
"How did you know where to find me?" She voiced her suspicions, watching them carefully for any sign of a lie.
"Oh, well you know the guy in the trench coat?" Sam started.
"The angel you mean?" Hermione interrupted, at Sam's annoyed look she frowned, "I'm sorry, please continue."
"Right. Well, he knew where to find you. Most likely due to all of the Angel warding Crowley had in place. He brought us to you, and told us to rescue you." Sam finished, shoving his laptop into the messenger bag and glancing up at her. Dean zipped up his pack from across the room, glaring at his brother slightly.
"So we did. And now, we're getting you the hell outta dodge, before Crowley comes back with any more Demons." He said, leaving the house. At Sam's expectant look she sighed and followed him obediently. Men.
After nearly four hours trekking through the woods, she found herself missing her wand even more. What she wouldn't give for a cooling charm right about now. No sooner than the thought left her mind did a cool breeze blow through the forest. Startled, she put it down to coincidence. As they approached the road, Dean stopped before a black muscle car. One she wasn't familiar with.
"Hey Baby. Ya miss me?" Dean asked the car, patting the hood.
"This is Baby?" Hermione chuckled.
Dean sent her a glare. "Yes. Something wrong with that?"
Hermione snorted and shook her head, "Not at all. I just wasn't expecting Baby to be a car is all."
"I'll have you know that this is a nineteen sixty-seven Chevrolet Impala. Not just some car." Dean told her seriously.
"Understood." She told him raising her hands in surrender and ignoring the inordinate amount of relief she felt that Baby was a car and not a girlfriend. Climbing into the back seat she wondered just what was coming, and what role she had to play in it. After all, she had already run into Angels, Demons, and Hunters and she'd only been awake for six hours.
A/N: Second Chapter of Nephilim Princess is up and running. And it's off to Bobby's we go. Keep in mind that this story is pretty much non-canon, although we will follow some of the major story arcs. Go ahead and breathe a sigh of relief because I will not be killing Bobby. As aways reviews are welcome. Til next time, Lilbit903.