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The name of this chapter is borrowed from Godspell.

CHAPTER TWO- LEARN YOUR LESSONS WELL

Castiel stared at the door.

It fell open with a crash.

Dean, Sam and Bobby flung holy water at the demons, and I grabbed a struggling Tamara, still screaming frantically for her husband.

I didn't need to look at Isaac to know he was dead.

"Come on," I pulled her away with difficulty.

"We got to go! He's dead! Get in the car!"

I swung my head around.

Cas was keeping the demons at bay, but it wouldn't last long.

Dean was still immersed in the fight.

"Dean!" My voice was panicked. "Come on!"

Dean ignored me, wrestling with a redheaded man, opening the trunk as he ran out of holy water.

He ignored even Sam's shouts, overpowering the demon and stuffing him in the trunk, inscribed with a devil's trap.

The man screamed.

~Supernatural~

Tamara was furious.

"I say we're going back—now!"

"Hold on a second," Sam coaxed.

"I left my husband bloody on the floor!" Tamara shouted.

"Okay, I understand that," Sam said calmly. "But we can't go back."

"Fine," She gritted her teeth.

"Then you stay. But I'm heading back to that bar."

"I'll go with her," Dean offered unexpectedly.

"It's suicide, Dean!" Sam exploded.

"So what?" Dean retorted. "I'm dead already!"

That did it.

I shook him by the lapels of his jacket violently.

"Shut up, Dean!" I shook him harder. "You're not going!"

Castiel looked at us impassively.

"You don't know how to kill them, and they're too powerful to simply exorcise."

"I don't care!" Tamara raged.

Bobby had reached his limit.

"We already tried it your way, and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium!"

Dean broke up the budding fight.

"I think it's time we have a little chat with Envy."

~Supernatural~

Envy chuckled.

"So you know who I am, huh?"

"We do," Bobby said flatly. "We're not impressed."

"Why are you here?" Sam demanded. "What are you after?"

"He asked you a question," Dean's hands clenched into fists.

"What do you want?"

Envy laughed condescendingly, and Dean splashed him with a flask of holy water.

He hissed.

"We already have what we want."

"What's that?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am legion, for we are many. So me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun."

"Fun?"

"Yeah," Envy grinned. "Fun. See, some people crochet. Others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides… on their outside."

Tamara's lips pulled back in a snarl.

"I'm gonna put you down like a dog."

"Please," He sniggered.

"You really think you're better than me."

Envy laughed.

"Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust. And Tamara? All that wrath."

Envy grabbed my arm with hooked fingers, leaving angry red scratches as Cas pulled me away.

He smiled widely.

"And sweet little Odette. Everyone thinks you're so perfect, but honey, yours is the root of all sin."

Four pairs of eyes flashed to my face.

Envy threw back his head, shaking with laughter.

"Pride, sweetheart. You don't like being dependent on anyone. You can't trust anyone because you think you're strong enough to go it alone. You don't think you need anybody. Pride's going to have fun with you, I'm sure."

I froze.

Envy's eyes flicked to Cas.

"Well, well, well, little angel. You really have been naughty, haven't you? You know what this means, Castiel. You're doomed."

Something like unease flickered in Cas' eyes, but it was gone so fast I was almost sure I imagined it.

Envy turned back to me.

"You're going to die, Odette. This very year. And where you're going?"

Envy snickered.

"Well, I don't envy," His face twisted in pleasure. "You, darling."

I shuddered involuntarily, and Dean and Sam instantly placed themselves in front of me.

"Somebody get rid of this clown," Dean growled.

"My pleasure," Tamara tugged the book out of Bobby's hands.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…"

Dean pulled me out of the room as Envy started screaming.

~Supernatural~

"They're going to look for him," Castiel stated expressionlessly.

"They'll hunt us down."

"You guys," Dean straddled a chair.

"Why don't you take Tamara and head for the hills? I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time."

"You're insane, Dean!" Sam scowled. "Just forget about it, okay?"

"Sam's right," Bobby nodded.

"There's six of them, guys," Dean sighed.

"We're outmanned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn."

"You seem to have forgotten that I'm still here," Castiel said almost testily.

I smiled, but it faded away fast.

I locked gazes with Dean.

"Look, if we're gonna die, we're gonna die together, okay?"

Dean measured my expression.

"Then let's not make it easy for them."

Envy gave a final scream from the other room, and the house shook, and a gust of wind blew out the candles.

Tamara slammed the book shut, setting it down on the table.

"Demon's out of the guy."

"And the guy?" Sam cocked an eyebrow.

"He didn't make it," Tamara's answer was cold.

Dean sat on the floor with a row of candles behind him, loading a shotgun.

He tossed me my own gun, and I caught it clumsily.

Sam methodically filled flasks with holy water, passing them over to Cas.

We watched each other in silence until the lights began to flicker.

My throat went dry.

An old radio sparked to life, playing a scratchy tune.

Dean cocked the shotgun, getting to his feet.

"Here we go."

Outside, Isaac's voice called out for Tamara.

~Supernatural~

I could hear Isaac, and I looked at Castiel for confirmation.

"It's not him," He answered my unspoken question.

"They're possessing his corpse."

I could hear Tamara sobbing, too, and Bobby's low rumble of warning.

Sam stood up, squeezing my hand tightly, and exchanged a long look with Dean.

He left the room, and Dean patted my shoulder, following suit.

Suddenly, I heard Tamara yell, and the doors banged open.

The salt line was breached.

I backed into a corner, waiting.

"Hey, Cas?"

I stared at him, not knowing what to say.

"I just wanted to thank you…. f…for everything, I guess," I stammered.

"And I'm sorry," I gulped. "If you get killed because of us….."

Cas shifted to look at me.

"I'm not dying, Odette."

The sounds of fighting could be heard, and I inched towards the doorway.

And then I heard a scream.

A scream I recognized.

"ODETTE!" My little brother shouted. "HELP ME!"

My reaction was on pure instinct.

I was out the door in a flash, not caring that it would endanger the whole plan.

I would have reached the gate in a second, if not for Cas pulling me back.

"Let me go!" I kicked against his hold.

"Listen to me!" Cas refused to let go.

"That is not your brother. The demons are using his voice to get to you."

"Yeah?" I didn't even notice the tears running down my face.

"Well, it's working."

Sam screamed again, and I struggled futilely.

And then his voice cut off with a gurgle.

"Are you going to let me die again, Odette? I thought you'd want your family back! I thought you said you'd always be there!"

I hung my head, tasting the salt of my tears on my lips.

"I tried, Sammy. I tried," I whispered.

Cas' hands formed iron fetters around my wrists.

"Look at me, Odette," He pulled my chin up.

"Your brother is at peace. He's not here, and he doesn't blame you. It's not real."

I trembled, looking searchingly at Cas.

"Promise?"

His eyes softened slightly.

"Promise."

And then Sam was there, the real Sam, and he wrapped his arms around me as I shuddered, while my brother's agonized howls rent the air.

"Ssh," Sam held me tighter. "It's not real. He's not real."

I sobbed harder.

It didn't make it any less.

Sam spoke over my head to Cas.

"I took care of Pride and a couple others. There was this girl….. she had a knife that killed a demon. She saved my life."

"What?" Cas' tone sharpened.

"Yeah, I dunno, either."

Dean burst into the room, gun in hand, panting heavily.

"I've finished off most of them."

He glanced at my face, reaching down to pat my cheek.

"Hang in there, Bambi. I'll kill the son of a bitch, I swear."

Sam squeezed my shoulder for a second before letting go.

"Cas and I'll help Bobby with the last of 'em. Stay with her."

Cas gave me a warning look before leaving.

Don't try anything stupid, He seemed to say.

I curled onto the floor, hiding my head in my arms.

Dean sat down beside me.

Finally, I didn't know how long it took, the screaming ended.

I shook, curling into myself tighter.

"Hey, kid?"

I looked up as Dean shifted closer to me.

He coughed awkwardly.

"You know you still have a family, right? I mean, we're always going to-"

The rest of his sentence was cut off as I hugged him as tightly as I could.

"Uh," He patted my back uncomfortably. "Right. Okay."

I didn't let go, and Dean was stiff.

Eventually, he gave up, and hugged me gently.

"It's okay, Bambi. We're gonna get through this."