Chapter Three

Castiel had begun stretching on the small bedroom floor. Dean was shaking his head in disapproval. "Dean, you try to be stuck on a wall for a week and see how you feel." Castiel said, sarcastically. Dean was so surprised he laughed. "Was that funny?"

"A little," Sam said, smirking. "But now that you are down lets, talk about what's going on here. It feels a little more complicated."

"I hope you brought iron." Castiel said.

"Yeah we have iron, always, do you not know us, Cas?" Dean said.

"Just making sure," Castiel said. "Cresta is demented. She makes Felicity dance and sing for her every night. Then Felicity has to brush her hair one thousand times before she can rest. Watching her is bad enough. I can't imagine actually doing it."

"No wonder she's cynical." Dean said, shaking his head.

Castiel began to explain that the demons work in the basement, torturing the people who decided to come in and explore. If the girls are deemed worthy enough to the Faeries, they would keep them. The boys however would be cast aside to the demons, but only begrudgingly. The Faeries hated working side by side with demons. Dean asked why it was happening in the first place and how had Crowley managed to cozy up to them. From what Castiel could gather up was that when Crowley was still alive he had managed to help Cresta. She asked what he wanted in return and Crowley said one day she would owe him a debt. He didn't realize what good fortune he came into until after he died. He wrote up a contract with the faeries when he finally tracked them down to a location. When Cresta realized she had made a big mistake and had to work with Crowley, she was upset, but when she realized that the contract she signed had an open amount of days she became livid. She vowed to hunt him down like the dog he was when the contract was ever lifted. The contract allowed him to take souls that the Faeries didn't want. Since it was written that he could take them it didn't matter if the humans had contracts with him or not. They realized that this was going on way before Crowley took the role of King of Hell.

Dean couldn't help but be impressed by how well Crowley did. Sam just shook his head in dismay. After the history lesson between the Faeries and Crowley, they decided to go with a game plan and that was taking out the demons in the basement. They also needed to figure out how to sneak Castiel out of the house without raising the alarms to his captures, and since they couldn't actually see the wards, they had to think overly hard. Dean kept pitching the idea that they needed to book it out the window and run towards 'Baby', the Chevy Impala, and disappear. Castiel would reject the idea over and over, telling him that they would catch up to them before they knew it. Sam finally interjected between the two and said they would probably have to kill the Faerie who had the hold on the house, and that would be Cresta. Castiel informed them that at any time, there would be five demons in the basement. If they could take out the demons who were already downstairs and put a trap for the ones who would come in they would be able to stop communications from happening. It was going to be a long night but they knew they could get it done.

Sam, Dean, and Castiel crept slowly down the steps to the basement, careful as to not make a lot of noise. The closer they got the more voices they began to hear at least five voices, plus a TV. By the sounds of it, it was a news broadcast.

"Today at the Mental Institute, the infamous Lavender family was found dead. The orderlies could not put into words what had exactly happened. Further investigations are underway." The woman had said on the screen.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, remembering the words that Robert had said to them. We couldn't speak of what happened, and we had to give up our daughter. He had told them what had happened, in great detail. It had cost him and his family's lives. The only question was what did that mean for Felicity? They hoped it meant nothing at all. They intended on doing what her family couldn't do, but they couldn't do that if she was dead along with them. Sam dared a peek to see what was going on the other side of the wall. They were right in assuming there were five demons on the other side, two women and three men. There were also two teenage boys with their hands tied above their heads. They were both shirtless and cover in many scars that were bleeding heavily. Apparently the demons didn't care that they tortured their new souls before obtaining them. Now, how to get in there?

Before they could think of any plan, Felicity blinked into view within the room. The demons all looked at her simultaneously. Dean didn't hesitate at the opportunity. She was a bratty child but she was very useful. Dean ran in and jammed an angel's blade into the nearest demons neck. Sam came from behind Dean and stabbed a demon in the back. The three that were left had spun around to face them. The remaining male growled the Winchesters name. Castiel appeared behind the man and stabbed him through the heart. The two women used the distraction to charge the brothers. The women seemed to be quicker than the men. Throwing punches continuously, but they only landed a few. Sam managed to stab the demon attacking Dean but neglected to guard himself properly. The remaining demon swung a chair at Sam, knocking him to the ground. Castiel took this opportunity and slit the demons throat. Wiping the blood from his brow, Sam stood up slowly.

"That was fun." Sam said sarcastically.

"Don't say I never helped you guys." Felicity said.

"Well you could have helped kill them." Dean said.

"And ruin the dress Cresta likes, no thank you. I tore the last one and I got stoned with hot rocks." They waited for her to laugh but she didn't.

"Are you serious?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Does it look like I'm kidding?" she gave them a steely glare, unlike any six years old they had ever known. "I am allowed to kill them, which they know as well, just not in this dress. I hate them, they can see me as I should be and most of the guys are disgusting."

"As you should be?" Dean asked, confused.

"She is stuck in a childlike state, but she has aged in her mind, and the glamour doesn't work on angels or demons. As we speak I can see her as a child and as an adult, as she should have been." Castiel explained.

"Yadda, yadda, yadda," She waved her hand dismissively. "I can't see me the way I look so they just look like pedophiles. " She turned around suddenly. Staring at something none of them could see. "The doors are opening. While I'm down here, get your Angel out of here. My dance and song should distract them."

"I thought that was only at night?" Dean asked.

She turned her head, and gave a mischievous smile. "It is night."

"What…." Dean started.

"GO!" she shouted.

That's all it took for them to turn and run. The lights in the house began to flicker as they turned corners. Out one window was daylight, but out another it was night time. It was all very confusing. Once they made it through the front door, they realized it was indeed night time. Dean suddenly gripped his stomach.

"Oh my God, I'm starving!" he shouted.

"Always food with you, Dean," Sam said.

"The distraction worked. I'm free, but I can't go back in. You are going to have to do this without me." Castiel looked sadly at them. "The demons are gone from there so all you need to do now is kill Cresta and the lock the fae have on the house should be lifted and Felicity should be able to leave. Hopefully Arthurus won't be there."

"How bad is Arthurus? We need to plan for him to be there" Dean asked.

"I've only seen him once, but he is a nasty one. Felicity told me he likes to torture the humans Cresta doesn't take. It's a sport to him. He hates Felicity because she takes up all of Cresta's time." Castiel explained.

"I feel like we are going in blind." Sam said. "We have no idea how strong these fae are."

"We've been up against God's, how hard could this possibly be?"

"Famous last words." Sam scoffed.

"Yeah, let's go get our guns and sugar. Sugar is last resort I guess." Dean said.

"I bought cream too, just in case." Sam added.

"Ha, cream." Dean chuckled.

They ran over to the Impala, rushing to get everything they needed for the big show down with the Faeries. When everything was in hand, they bid farewell to Castiel. Castiel told them he was going to be right outside, listening in on everything. If push came to shove he would enter the house once more, hopefully they wouldn't kill him upon entering. Dean adjusted the bottle of cream in his jacket, feeling stupid carrying it with him. They entered the house slowly this time, not sure what was going to happen when they entered. As Sam shut the door the door sealed behind them, becoming one with the wall. The house was obviously different when the faeries were present. It was like they entered Wonderland. The fireplace was on the ceiling, and was actually on, burning the wood inside of it. Chairs and tables were on the walls. Little balls of light were jumping of the walls and flying into their faces as they tried to locate where the basement door was. Then they heard the singing, and it was coming from upstairs, not the basement. Her room, they both thought.

The stairs seemed to be the only thing that was not in an odd place. Instead of opening into a hall, it ended at a door. Dean turned the nob slowly, trying not to make a noise. It was all in vain since the door blew open, tearing the knob out of his hand. Inside was an extremely tall woman draped dramatically on a lounge. Her golden hair spilled like liquid on her porcelain frame. Her sharp cheekbones accented her stupefying green eyes. Her full lips seemed to be in a permitted smirk, but her eyes shoed that she was not pleased with the Winchesters arrival. The two men were immediately flung into the room pinned against a wall. Felicity stared at them, her eyes screaming at them, 'Why didn't you leave?' they asked.

"You blunder through my house like barbarians and expect me not to know you are here?" Cresta asked voice like screaming angels. The two men winced as their ears struggled with the abnormal pitch her voice threw off. Cresta sat up in a fluid movement. Her shining hair fell in place around her face like it was afraid to leave her. Her small breasts were immediately exposed as she moved to stand. "You got that angel out it seems, but why did you come back? For those boys?"

"Not just them." Sam managed to say as his nose began to bleed.

"For my Daor go Leor?" her voice went up and down and octave. Her eyes glowed in anger. "She is mine."

"She has a name you know." Dean spat. Cresta was suddenly in front of him, face centimeters apart.

"Don't you raise your voice at me you puny ape!" Cresta screeched. Dean's whole body vibrated. Blood seeped from his nose and ears as he shouted in agony. Cresta was suddenly startled by something. She glanced down by her foot and saw sugar pouring onto the ground. Sam had managed to spill the bag he had in his pocket. Cresta screamed as she knelt down and began counting each granule.

Sam and Dean were slowly dropped from the walls as Cresta's attention became consumed by the sugar. "Last resort, eh?" Sam laughed tiredly.

Dean raised his gun. "Shut up, Sammy." He wiped the blood from his nose and fired three rounds into Cresta's head. When she back from the impact, he shot two where he assumed her heart was, just to be safe.

"Little excessive, don't you think?" Sam asked.

"You came back for me?" Felicity asked in a small voice, unlike her usual boisterous attitude.

"Yeah, as soon as we knew you weren't a ghost, we couldn't just leave you here." Dean commented. Felicity leapt over Cresta's dead body and hugged Dean tightly. "Ok, ok, easy kid. Not that big of a deal. We can get you into a good family now, one that won't leave you. You'll grow up and have boyfriends and stuff."

Felicity pulled back, tears smearing the glitter that was on her face. "Thank you."

Dean pulled the bottle of cream out of his jacket. "Guess we didn't need this."

"What have you done!" a male voice sounded at the door frame. "Daor go Leor, you let this Neanderthals in here!" the man's hair was like fire as it spilled behind him. He wore brown leggings and a red tunic hemmed in gold. The brothers gaped at the amazon in front of them. If Cresta was tall, they didn't know what to call him. "My Cresta, my beautiful Cresta!"

"Arthurus," Felicity squeaked, dropping to her knees.

Arthurus turned his eyes to Dean. "Your iron killed my mate. I shall kill you."