3. Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own
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Gabriel was about to snap his fingers, when he realized he didn't know where to find Dean Winchester. The boy still had the Enochian spell on his ribs, so there was no way Gabriel could locate him.
"Chris, if you were Dean Winchester, where would you be?"
"At a strip club?" she smirked. Gabriel chuckled. "Maybe Chuck knows," she suggested.
"Maybe," he said, and instantly zapped them to Chuck's place. The old house was just as creepy as Christine remembered it. They got to the door, and noticed it was open, so they got inside.
"Chuck?" Gabriel called out.
No answer. The place looked the same, but there were no sheets of paper lying around, and there was only one bottle of whiskey, half empty, on the desk.
"Maybe he went out," she ventured. "Should we wait for him?"
"We don't have time," he answered, and took her hand. This time, he took them to Bobby's place, thinking probably he would know where to find Dean.
Christine twitched her nose at the smell of car oil. Her sense of smell was much sharper than that of humans, and the smell of oil burnt in her nostrils.
She followed Gabriel to the porch of the house, and he knocked. Bobby came to the door, double-barrel shotgun in hand.
"What are you doin' here?" he snorted.
"We need to find Deano," Gabriel explained. "Do you know where he might be?"
"What do ya want with Dean?" Bobby grunted, tightening his grip on the shotgun.
"Easy, cowboy!" Gabriel chuckled. "I just have a bad feeling. Huge trouble lies ahead..."
"What kind of trouble?"
"I dunno. That's why I need to find him, before something happens," Gabriel said, and flashed Bobby his most charming smile.
"I'm busy right now, Trickster," he snorted, looking impatient.
"Pretty please?" Gabriel smirked. Bobby rolled his eyes and let the couple in. Christine looked around, smelling the air, and followed the smell to a flight of stairs that led to the basement.
"What's down there, mate? Smells weird," she told Bobby.
"Nothing. Come with me, I'll call Dean."
Christine reluctantly followed him in another room, and she and Gabriel leaned on a table while Bobby made the call. That burning stink was still in her nose, she'd smelled that before, and suddenly realized where.
"Demon," she whispered to Gabriel. "In the basement."
"Are you sure?" he asked, knitting his brows. Why would Bobby keep a demon in his basement?
"Positive."
"…ok, yeah, I'll tell them. Sure. Ok. Bye," Bobby spoke in the phone, then he shut it. "So, Dean is…"
"Why is there a demon in your basement?" Gabriel cut him off, curious.
"What? There's no demons in my basement, Trickster."
"I have a name, you know?" Gabriel snorted. "Sweetie, check the freaking basement," he told Christine. She nodded, and headed for the stairs. Bobby followed her, trying to convince her that nothing was down there, but she didn't stop.
And there was a demon in the basement. A girl, tied up to a chair, a devil's trap painted on the floor under her. Christine raised an eyebrow and looked at Bobby.
"I… wanted information," he explained.
"Information?" Gabriel asked, appearing behind him.
"Yeah," he snorted, and then he explained to them how Crowley had his soul, and wouldn't give it back, so he was trying to find out Crowley's real name, back when he was human, to dig up his bones and threaten to kill him. When he was done, Gabriel laughed.
"What ya laughin' at?" Bobby said.
"Don't mind him, he's got an odd sense of humor," Christine said. "So, torture, aye?" she added, an evil grin on her face, while she stared at the demon.
"Oh, she's great at that," Gabriel smiled. Christine had improved her skills during their travels, and while Gabriel tricked people, she often was the one to deliver the pain.
"Knock yourself out," Bobby told her. "Just make sure to get the name."
"Don't worry. I'm a professional," she smiled.
Gabriel and Bobby left her alone with the demon and went upstairs. Pretty soon, they could hear the demon's inhuman screams coming from the basement.
"So, this thing that's supposedly looming over us…" Bobby said.
"Oh, it's a bad one, buddy. What did Dean say?"
"The boys are in Wisconsin hunting a Lamia."
"A Lamia in Wisconsin? Ain't those things supposed to be in Greece?" Gabriel asked, but then he noticed something. "Wait. The boys?" he knitted his brows.
"You didn't know? Sam's back."
"That's not possible," Gabriel said, shocked.
"I'm tellin' ya, he's back."
"But… how?"
"We don't know," Bobby frowned. "Anyway, Dean said they're doing fine. Nothing weird."
Gabriel stared back at him, still in shock. Who could have possibly busted Sam out of the cage? That required a lot of power, not to mention a heavy dose of insanity. On the upside, though, it seemed they were in time to stop whatever was going to happen, since the guys were alright for now.
Downstairs, the screaming suddenly stopped.
"Gabe?" Christine called out. Gabriel and Bobby went back downstairs, to find Christine sitting on the chair where the demon used to be.
"MacLeod. Fergus MacLeod," she said. "Definitely Scottish."
"Great. Thanks," Bobby said.
"There's more. Little miss demon here, also said that your man's the King of Hell, now."
"I don't give a damn what he's the king of," Bobby snorted.
"So what now? You gonna get his bones and deep-fry him?" Gabriel asked.
"I need him to restore my soul first."
"Good luck with that!" Gabriel laughed. "Let's go, sugar," he turned to Christine.
"Wait, wait!" Bobby said, before Gabriel could snap his fingers.
"What?" he asked.
"I may… require your lady's… services when I trap Crowley."
"Sounds like fun," Christine smiled.
"Fine. We'll be in the neighborhood," Gabriel said, already planning to catch up on his and Christine's… unfinished business.
"Good," Bobby said.
Gabriel took Christine's hand and zapped them to the nearest hotel.
"What did Bobby say? Is Dean okay?" Christine asked, sitting down on the bed. Gabriel sat next to her, and kissed her neck.
"Yeah, Dean's fine," he said, and pushed her down on the bed.
"You think something'll happen to him?" she asked.
"I dunno," Gabriel answered, between kisses.
"But this thing…" she said, tearing his shirt apart. "What could it be?"
"Right now, I don't really give a crap," he told her, then he kissed her passionately. Christine rolled them over without breaking the kiss, then she moved to kiss his jaw-line, his neck, his chest. Gabriel let his wings unfold on the bed, the tension that had built between them was driving him crazy, but when Christine got to kiss his abs, she suddenly stopped and raised her head.
"What's wrong?" he asked, breathless.
"How is Crowley the King of Hell? Shouldn't Lucifer be reigning down there?" she wondered.
"Ok, why are you thinking about Crowley now?" he said, knitting his brows. "…or Lucy, for that matter?" he snorted.
"Just wondering," she shrugged. Gabriel rolled them over again, and pinned her arms to the bed.
"Wonder later."
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Just wanted to let you guys know that I'll be away for a week, so I won't be able to update, but that's the first thing I'll do when I get back, promise (: xoxo
BTW, Potatohead, you're always far too kind! Thanks for the support, hope you like this chapter! :D