Dean, Sam and Bobby stood in a huddle in the kitchen doorway, quietly whispering amongst themselves. Every so often one of the group glanced across the hall at the unsettling scene of two angels drinking themselves into a stupor. Gospel radio blared from the other room.
'I'm pretty sure this is a dumb question but if this is the locale of the next angel v demon battle royale shouldn't we be getting the hell outta here?' Bobby asked loud enough for the angels to hear over the enthusiastic ranting of the radio preacher.
'Siss too late.' Cas slurred, tipping the neck of his bottle to peer disheartened into its now empty depths, before throwing it carelessly onto the floor. He picked himself and stumbling across the room in search of more alcohol.
'He said 'hellfire' which means you have to drink, Cas.' Ezra shouted ignoring the conversation.
'I'm all out, got to find some more. There's gotta be some more round here somewhere.' Cas replied, swinging cupboard doors open with gusto. He turned suddenly towards Ezra and pointed a finger at her. 'I heard 'damnation' so drink up little sister!' He demanded.
'Sorry to interrupt your drinking game, but what exactly do you mean by 'too late'?' Bobby demanded.
'Well, I'm guessing, but I would say because Ezra here isn't in a hurry to fly any of you out of here that we are surrounded. And probably grounded too, I sssusspect.' Cas replied turning back to his search but coming up empty.
'Yup.' Ezra confirmed. 'Angel air is outta business until further notice. Our sside is on that side and their side is on that side, generally speaking. Which puts us smack bang in the middle, trapped like cute little mices.' Ezra explained, her arms flailing around as she used them to point out their situation with drunken abandon. 'I like mices their soooo little, but I like cats better- they eat the mices.' She giggled. 'I'm bored. When's the big show gonna start? What time is it?' Ezra asked Cas, who just shrugged in reply.
'Its 8.30.' Sam proffered.
'Morning or night?' Ezra asked.
'In the morning, so you guys might want to lay off the drinking for a few hours.' Dean scolded.
'What day is it?' Ezra asked, propping herself up by her elbow.
'Tuesday.' Bobby added, 'the 11th December, before you ask.'
'Hmm. Perhaps no more drinking then. We've only got about 10 hours and 56 minutes to go until kick off. We should really fortify this old dump.' Ezra replied, shrugging off the drunkenness as she stood up and looked around the lounge room of the decaying old house.
'How do you know what time the battle will begin?' Cas roared, suddenly right in Ezra's face.
'How do you think? I'm sorry to tell you but I am privy to a whole lotta information that's way above your pay grade, my brother.' Ezra replied, smugly as she pushed Cas out of her way with ease. She wandered to the window and peered at an old pile of junk littering was formerly the front yard.
"There has to be some way out of here." Bobby interjected.
'If there is, I don't know it. We barely made it through in time and it will be just about impossible to pass out through either side, what with hell gunning for Dean and Heaven gunning for Sam. We are completely stuck as far as I see it, so the smart play is to prepare as best we can with the time we have left." Ezra said turning to look Cas in the eye.
"What do you need us to do?" Cas asked, ready to follow Ezra's lead.
"Cas?" Dean questioned his expression one of disbelief.
"We do as Ezra says." Cas replied plainly, still not breaking from Ezra's gaze.
"No." Dean shouted.
"Dean, what other option do we have?" Sam asked.
"You can follow her to your death if you want, Sammy, but I'm not going out that way. I'm finding us a way out of here." Dean growled, and stormed out of the room, heading for the back of the house. The back door swung closed with a loud crash, echoing in the silence.
"What do you need us to do?" Sam asked, unperturbed by his brother's hissy fit. Bobby glared at him incredulously.
"There's a pile of old planks, sheet metal and tools out the front. Do what you can to board this place up. Then we need to section off the second floor as a fall back position."
"But if we fall back upstairs, we'll be trapped." Bobby interjected.
"If we need to fall back at all, there's no hope anyway so what will it matter if we're trapped?" Ezra replied, a rising determination in her voice.
Her statement shocked the room back into silence. The tension in the room was broken by the sound of an old rundown car failing to turn over from the backyard.
"Let's get to it." Ezra commanded.
