Chapter 4, probably 1, maybe 2 more to go after this. I didn't want to write an epic story, just something to tide us all over using what little info we have.
This is a little short but it seemed like a good point to pause. Enjoy.
Chapter 5
"What the hell?!" Dean demanded of the woman as he positioned himself between her and his car where Cas was crouched next to his mother.
The woman stood calmly facing him, her hands behind her back, her face expressionless.
"Did you not see me coming?" Dean asked getting more frustrated by the minute. This was slowing him down getting to Sam and every minute mattered when it came to rescuing his brother.
The woman continued forwards, "Perhaps if you hadn't been speeding…" she suggested.
Dean's eyes widened, it couldn't be a coincidence that this woman who had so calmly crashed into him had a British accent. "Where is Sam?" he growled, reaching for his pistol. Dean was too slow however as the British woman lashed out, her punch landing more of a sting than he would have expected, he forgot about his pistol as it was knocked from his hand and set about defending from the onslaught from what appeared to be a trained fighter. He parried her blows keeping the worst of the attack at bay until he was surprised and sent flying backwards. Castiel was quick to jump into the fray but didn't fare much better, the pair of them ending up on the ground unarmed.
Mary blinked in the bright sunlight as she came to, gingerly feeling her head, her fingers coming away sticky and red. Anticipating Dean standing over her she was surprised by her sons absence, not even his friend, Castiel wasn't it, nearby. She looked behind her, through the open door and immediately dragged herself from the car, picking up the angel's dropped blade as she did so. She could see Dean and Castiel on the ground by a second car, the woman in black holding at gun aimed firmly at her son. Mary didn't think about her actions, she simply allowed her body to react, plunging the blade into the woman's back without a second thought.
Dean hadn't seen Mary come up behind his attacker until the woman in black fell to the floor. He gingerly picked himself up, watching Cas do the same off to his left, he eyed his mother and the woman on the floor, not sure what to say. Mary remained poised to fight for a few seconds before dropping the angel blade to the floor in apparent shock.
"Hey, Mom, it's ok." Dean said gently, picking up Cas's blade and holding it out for the angel to reclaim.
Mary nodded a little and moved back to the Impala, the only thing that truly felt familiar and safe to her since it had been John's car years ago.
Dean knelt in front of her, "Thank you." He said simply.
"I just stabbed her Dean, that woman, a human." She was numb with shock, she wasn't sure how to feel, her hunter past was just that, her past.
"That woman was ready to kill me, and Cas." Dean replied with a careful, even tone. "And I'd bet you anything she's connected with Sam's disappearance." He shuffled forwards ever so slightly, "You reacted on instinct, good instincts, don't be ashamed of that."
Mary nodded, raising her head and making eye contact with her son, feeling reassured by his presence and his words.
"Are you alright? You took quite a bang on the head." He brushed his mother's hair gently to the side to get a better look at the injury.
She nodded, gently pushing his hand away after a second. "All that matters now, is getting Sam back."
XxXx
Sam jolted awake as a slap connected firmly with his already bruised cheek. He had no idea how long he'd been out of it for but the drugs hadn't left him feeling rested.
"Time you give us some real information." It was the same man who had drugged him who was apparently now taking over the interrogation. "Let's talk about the archives you've had access to, all those books, weapons and the like."
Sam groaned his dissatisfaction at the question. What could they possibly want to know about their own resources?
The man scowled, "You want to watch yourself boy. We have ways of making you talk."
XxXx
"Here." Castiel said, indicating for Dean to pull over as they entered the small town.
As the Impala came to a stop Dean watched as the angel entered a trance-like state.
"There is angel warding…" Cas said quietly, his eyes still closed, his forehead wrinkling slightly in concentration. "It seems a whole block has been warded against me."
Dean glanced back at his mother in the back seat before looking back to Cas, "So there's a good chance that's where Sam is?"
Opening his eyes Castiel fixed his gaze firmly on his friend, "I cannot say for certain this is where Sam is being kept. The warding is stopping me from sensing anything, which would imply someone is trying to hide something from angels." Understanding Dean's unvoiced question he continued after a brief pause. "It is roughly this area I sensed Sam while we were in the bunker."
"Good enough for me." Dean said firmly, glancing back at his mother who nodded her agreement. "I suppose you won't be coming with us?"
"I doubt I can get much closer than this." Cas shook his head, an apologetic look on his face, "If you get Sam out, bring him to me and I will get him to safety." He added.
Dean clapped him on the shoulder with a nod of thanks. "If we see any warding we'll get rid of it."
Ten minutes later Dean and Mary began their search leaving Cas by the impala down a secluded side street on the outskirts of town. Dean presumed that he was the last person they would expect to come rescue Sam given that they no doubt believed him to be dead. He allowed himself an amused snort, he probably wasn't the last person expected to be on the rescue mission, that title would surely go to his back-from-the-dead mother. As they neared the centre of the angel-free-zone the house they were looking for became obvious, two large men pretending to be gardening on an overcast day was a dead giveaway.
"Hang back, I'll get rid of these guys first." Dean said, stopping by a large tree a few houses away, "I might need help with Sam, he's considerably bigger than you'd remember him…" he added with a grin. He hoped Sam wouldn't need to be carried out but given he'd obviously been shot there was no knowing what state they'd find him in.
Mary noticed the surprise look on her son's face as she agreed easily to his plan, as if he was expecting a fight. There was still obviously things she didn't know about his past and why he would expect such a reaction from her. The truth was that she didn't trust she could handle herself the way she used to, Dean was going to be more effective on his own.
XxXx
Sam's interrogation was paused at the sound of a scuffle outside the door. He willed the exhaustion and residual effects of the drugs out of his system, focusing on the noise outside. As if he sensed Sam's preparation his interrogator quickly produced a gag and silenced any attempts to call out that he might make. Forced to simply watch and wait Sam pulled quietly on his bonds, knowing it was futile but feeling like he should be doing something in readiness for whoever was on the other side of the door.
After a minute or two the door flew inwards, Sam's line of sight was blocked but his gun wielding interrogator but his heart faltered as he heard the short exchange, and a voice he knew all too well.
"You're not dead." Said the black clad Brit calmly.
There was a short pause before Dean's gruff voice responded, dripping with sarcasm. "No, it seems not."
Sam stopped pulling at his bonds at the sound of his brother's voice. He had to be hallucinating, the effects of whatever drugs they had injected him with. He hung his head, taking deep breaths and scrunching his eyes closed as he tried to push the painful memories from his mind. Dean was dead, the fact that the world hadn't ended was confirmation enough. They had planted that soul bomb in his chest, he'd gone to kill Amara knowing full well it would kill him too. Dean was dead.
"Well that's certainly unexpected." Replied the Brit, his gun remaining trained on Dean's chest. "We were told to expect the angel, not the brother."
"Well sorry to disappoint, now if I could just collect my brother, I'll be on my way."
