Chapter 3
I became light and traveled quickly to the nearest crossroads. I saw no signs of any spell work and thought to find the bars in Pontiac. It made sense that if Sam buried Dean there, he would want to be close to his brother. I closed my eyes to see if I could sense the deep sadness that would be close to where Dean's body would be. I followed the trail into the woods where I found a simple cross that served as a marker for the grave. I sat next to it and tried to sample the sorrow that I felt must be close. I sensed nothing. I frowned at this. Sam was always more difficult to track than Dean because of the tainted blood by Azazel. However, he also had shared part of my essence and that I could probably track.
I dragged myself away from Dean's grave as I became light and searched for myself. The trace of it was extremely faint and I wondered as to why that was. I wandered far until I lost track of human time and vaguely wondered if Dean was any closer to being saved from Alastair. Another presence drew me to the abandoned building. I frowned as I materialized and found Uriel by the building.
"Shouldn't your garrison be with Castiel as he tries to liberate Dean from Hell," I demanded.
"I am not needed for that," Uriel shrugged. "Besides, Michael decided that I should hunt for the demon Ruby."
"You found her?" I stepped forward as I sensed Sam in the building as well.
"Oh," Uriel gripped my shoulder, "I don't think that you want to see what is happening and be disgusted as I am."
I arched an eyebrow and listened carefully. The sounds I heard made me feel weak. Sam was not actually being intimate with a demon.
"That body is possessed," I hissed.
"Oh,"
Uriel shook his head. "It's much worse than that."
I was
puzzled. "Huh?"
"The
body is not a living host," Uriel explained. "Ruby took the body
as the human soul left it. So it's more like taking up residence in
an abandoned building."
"You're right," I nodded. "It's
worse. It must be the grief that has him doing this."
"What are you going to do?" Uriel asked.
"I'm not sure," I shook my head. "You need to report to Michael that you found them both and that I'm watching," I paused. "Well… sort of…"
Uriel nodded in agreement. "It is abominable what these mud monkeys get into," he sneered.
"That will be enough," I glared at him.
Uriel vanished before my eyes and I perched myself on the Impala. This car which had borne witness to so much, still stood as impressive. I was very worried about Sam's involvement with Ruby. It was bad enough that he wouldn't listen to anything that anyone said before, but he was vulnerable and she had taken full advantage of it, including his loneliness.
I heard the door open and saw Sam emerge from the room. He stopped when he saw me seated on the hood of the Impala. Ruby stopped behind him as well. Her eyes viewed me suspiciously. I debated whether to rip her from that dead body she was animating or leave it alone. Sam was clearly not in the frame of mind to be reasoned with, so I opted for the second option. I sighed heavily then I hopped off the hood of the car.
"Sam, we need to talk, in private," I glowered at her.
"I've something to track down," she murmured and left quickly.
Sam stared at the empty spot she left and shook his head.
"Kelsey," he glared at me. "Stay out of it."
"How?" I demanded. "What are you thinking? Are you thinking? What would your brother say?"
"Dean is dead and in Hell!" Sam roared. His eyes were filled with grief-fueled rage. I had seen that expression before. But instead of pulling me towards him, it was almost repelling me. Something was much darker in Sam than before.
"What have you done?" I whispered.
Sam stiffened slightly. "I haven't done anything," he lied.
"I was there the first time," I gritted. "I was there when you hunted down the Trickster."
He looked away from me.
"Face me Sam," I ordered. "That person who you had become had been harsh and cold and driven. This is not what you have turned into."
"This
is different," Sam shook his head. "There was a way to get Dean
back, now there isn't."
"And so you give up?" I argued.
"You have sex with a demon?"
Sam flinched. "It's not what you think."
"Oh," I scoffed. "If you're that desperate for human companionship Sam, there are women, human women who charge by the hour."
Sam still refused to meet my stare.
"She saved me," he whispered.
"That's what you think," I challenged.
Sam dropped his bag on the ground and stared over my head for a moment. I could see that he was wrestling with issues, but what puzzled me was how almost unreadable he was. Azazel's blood had not been so powerful within him. I had managed to mitigate some of its effects, but there was something else binding him now. It made me tremble slightly as I refused to consider what was in front of me.
"I opened the Devil's Gate you know," he said finally.
I arched an eyebrow at that. "That wouldn't have worked," I told him.
"Yes," he agreed. "I discovered that."
"Oh," I shrugged. I knew that demons would certainly avoid him now that he was alone. Just because Sam was no longer with Dean didn't make him any less dangerous. Both of them on their own were lethal and they provided a nice counterbalance to each other. That's what made them so formidable as a team. John had managed to do well with that at least.
"You knew that wouldn't work!" he shouted.
"I'm not deaf," I told him.
Sam looked down at his feet.
"What else did you try to do that failed?" I asked. "Summoned a Cross Roads Demon and there was no deal?"
Sam glanced up at me at that moment. His eyes told me what I needed to know.
"How did you?" Sam shook his head.
"It's simple," I replied. "Dean separated from you in Hell makes you both less formidable. Lilith is able to proceed with her plans without any more Winchester interference."
"You know where Lilith is?" Sam demanded.
"No," I shook my head. "She's shielded from me. Uh, Sam, call Bobby."
"I'm going to hunt and kill Lilith," Sam's voice dripped with both venom and ice.
I sighed heavily. There was really going to be no reasoning with him. He was determined to walk into whatever trap or plan Ruby had planned. I didn't know her agenda and I was suspicious of the whole thing. However, Sam had free will and that meant that I couldn't interfere with his choices. Although a strong part of me wanted to knock him senseless with a shovel and take him back to Bobby, I knew that wouldn't keep him there.
"Is that going to make it better?" I asked quietly.
"Don't judge me Kelsey," he sounded bitter.
I shook my head. "Sam, the right thing done for the wrong reasons, is still wrong," I pointed out to him. "You used to remember that. Where is my Sammy?"
He stared at me coldly. "Your Sammy was a fool."
I stepped back from him and felt my breath catch in my throat. A part of me wondered what Dean was going to come back to and if he would be able to deal with it, after having been through the torments of Hell. I shook my head.
"The ends never justify the means Sammy," I whispered.
Sam kept his head down and his fists clenched. I walked away from him and headed back to Bobby's.
