Chapter Two: Interrogation


Sammy woke up the next morning to the sound of water running in the bathroom. He looked over at his brother's bed to find it empty. The thought of the mystery woman infiltrated his mind.

Who is she? he thought.

He slid out of bed and went over to the table where his laptop sat. He opened it up and immediately started his search. He thought of what little characteristics he got from her. He typed in everything from "creature with black smoke out of back" to "rare mythological beings with healing abilities." He was grasping at straws, and was coming up with absolutely nothing. He was so absorbed in his work that he did not even notice Dean calling his name until the laptop was suddenly shut.

"Hey!" Sam yelled in surprise.

"Hey yourself. What's got you so hooked that you couldn't even hear me calling your name for the past five minutes? It's those busty Asian beauties, isn't it?"

Sam just looked at his brother with a look of shock and scoffed. "Do you not even remember at all what happened last night?"

"Yeah. You and I went to the local burger joint. I got my bacon cheeseburger, and you got a freaking salad with a side of research. We got the info we needed, scouted out the place, and-" Dean thought for a moment. "We came here after that, right? I can't remember anything after that."

"After we scouted around, we went in there. We got ambushed. You got bitten. Cas came and saved our asses, zapped us back here where some creature did some kind of healing juju."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that there was some monster that we had never seen or heard of before in our room when we got transported back here. It had some black smoke coming out of its back, but other than that, it looked completely human. It healed you and apparently wiped your memory of what happened last night. And the thing is, Cas knows who or what this is."

"Well, then should we call for him and hope he shows up, or should we call Bobby and see if he knows."

"I say we call Bobby first. Cas is busy, so we have a better shot at finding out what this thing is, and faster, if we call Bobby. If he can't find anything, then I say we get Cas."

"Sounds good. You call up Bobby since you have the most info on the thing, and I will look for more cases to go on." Dean halted as he remembered something. "Wait, if Cas zapped us back here, where's the car?" He rushed over to the window and pulled back the curtains only to see the Impala safely in a parking spot. "The hell?" he muttered. Dean turned to his brother. "Add one thing to the list: it can drive."

"It brought it back?"

"Apparently. The car is parked right out here without a scratch on her."

"Hm. Will do."

Sam picked up his phone and put in one of Bobby's numbers. The phone was picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Bobby. We've kind of run into something."

"Y'all are working on the vampire thing, though, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but something happened." Sam went on to tell the story.

"Yeesh," came Bobby's response. "I haven't heard of anything like that before. Could be a hybrid of some sort. I'll hit the books and let you boys know when I come up with anything."

"Alright. Thanks, Bobby." On that note, Sam hung up.

"Bobby know anything about it?"

Sam shook his head. "No. Said he had never heard anything like it. Could be a hybrid, but he's as stumped as we are."

"How long should we give him until we call Cas? Hour? Day?"

"This evening, I guess. That way he gets time to research, but we won't be waiting in the dark overly long."

"So...what do we do until then?"

"Well, what potential cases have you found?"

Dean shut Sam's computer that he overtook while Sam was on the phone. "Nothing really. Just a couple of minor demon problems."

"How close is the nearest one?"

"Day and a half away."

Sam groaned in agitation. He had to do something to take his mind off the matter at hand.

"Hey," Dean said as an idea came to his head. "Why don't we go to a bar? That way you could get yourself drunk, hook up with a pretty girl, and still be back in time to interrogate Cas."

"Uh, Dean, it's nine in the morning."

"So? You know what they say. 'It's five o'clock somewhere.'" Sam gave him a look. "Fine. Fine. Let's just have a boring day where we just sit on our butts and do absolutely nothing." He got up from the chair, walked over to his bed, plopped down, and turned on the TV.

Sam sat back down in his chair and opened up his computer. He was astonished at what he saw on the screen. "Porn, Dean? I thought you were looking for cases."

"What? I got bored with looking for them and decided to go on an erotic case."

"Can you at least close out the tab when you're done?"

"Yes, deary," Dean said sarcastically.

Hours passed with no phone call from Bobby. Sam spent his time looking for anything that could help, but nothing prevailed. Dean watched trash TV, slept, and went to the Gas-'n-Sip to get himself a pie and a case of beer. When he came back, he saw that Sam had an aggravated look on his face before he slammed the computer shut.

"Whoa. No need to get get angry here."

"There's nothing, Dean. Absolutely nothing! I've been looking all day long. Bobby hasn't called back. I can't take it anymore! We're calling Cas."

"Slow down, Sammy! Why are you getting yourself so worked up? It's a monster that we haven't heard of before. It's not like we haven't already been through this kind of situation."

"Because Cas knows what it is, Dean. He knows and obviously doesn't want us to know or he would have told us by now."

"He could be busy, and just hasn't has the time to tell you yet."

"Dean, he had every opportunity to tell me. When I asked him how you were going to get fixed, he purposely didn't answer, and when you were getting fixed up by that thing, he just stood there like a fly on the wall. He's hiding something, and I am going to find out what."

"Alright. Let's make the call then." Dean cleared his throat. "Uh, hey, Cas. Can you come down here for a short while? We just need to ask you a couple of questions."

Nothing happened.

"Come on!" Sam shouted.

Dean felt a little worried. He had never seen his brother so enraged over something so small before. The whoosh of angel wings came through the air, and Cas stood several feet away from them.

"Is this going to take long? I have some things I need to get back to as soon as possible," the angel asked.

"Well, that all depends on you, Cas. So, who is she?" Sam said and clenched his jaw.

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"I thought it might come down to this," Sam muttered. He took out his lighter, flicked it open, and threw it towards Cas. A ring of fire surrounded the trench-coated angel. Cas looked around himself and looked back up at Sam.

"What is this all about?" he asked innocently.

"I think you know."

Cas shook his head. "No, I do not."

"So you're saying that you did not bring an unknown creature into our room last night and fail to tell us who or what is was?"

Cas was silent and looked away. Dean took a step forward.

"You're not trying to hide anything from us, are you?" Dean asked calmly. Still, Cas was quiet and had a guilty look on his face. Dean became angry. "Why, Cas? Why-"

Sam's phone began to ring. It was Bobby, and Sam put the phone on speaker.

"Hey, Bobby. What did you find?"

"Well, boys, seems that it is a hybrid. An angel-demon hybrid. She goes by the name of Holly Weisman and was born shortly after Christ's crucifixion." Sam looked at Cas who hung his head slightly in defeat. "No where does it say who the angelic and demonic parents are, but she is said to be quite powerful, so it must be of higher rank of lineage."

"Does it say anywhere on how to kill it?" Sam asked.

"No!" Cas shouted. The two brothers looked at him.

"Why not?" Dean asked. "She's a monster and needs to be killed."

"She saved your life, Dean," Cas said. "Without her help, you would have been a vampire by now, possibly even dead. If anything, thank her."

"She's a monster, Cas," Sam said through gritted teeth.

"That saved your life! Believe it or not, she is on your side. She has saved your hide more than once," Cas argued.

"Then why is she showing herself just now?" Bobby asked through the phone.

"She is need of help from Sam and Dean. I cannot explain why, but she does," Cas said. He knew the truth as to why she needed their help, but he thought that Holly should explain.

"Well, where is she?" Sam asked.

"I will tell you on one condition." The boys waited. "Whatever happens, don't kill her. She has quite a temper at times."

"Fine. Deal," Sam said tersely.

"She is in Pleasant View, Tennessee. It's where she lives, but she has a case going on there."

"Thanks, Bobby," Sam said before hanging up. The boys grabbed their bags and clothes and weaponry. They then headed out to the car where they would start their long journey with the forbidden child: Holly Anne Weisman.


A/N: I dedicate this chapter to my friend Paige, who gets to go see Jared, Jensen, and Misha this weekend!