Son of a Bitch. I meant to have this finshed before tonight. Gur. Promise that next week it'll be finished before the next episode.
Admete slipped out of the apartment, Gabriel behind her. "Gabriel make sure my nephew stays alive. Please," she whispered to him. Gabirel nodded and hugged her, slipping an amulet into her backpack.
"Keep yourself safe Mete," Gabriel told her before she turned to her bike and backed out of the garage. "Don't let my little bro lose it."
Admete crawled though the airducts, her bookbag full of weapons barely making any noise against the metal. She took a deep breath, drawing in as many scents as she could. One truely stood out from the rest. It was rotting souls, a dying grace. Thanks to Hades being her grandfather she could smell these things, but this was something she never smelled before, and to be honest, she felt like it was killing her. That must be Castiel's scent. Underling that were the scents of (Admete was guessing) Sam, Bobby, and Dean. Two smelled like her father, who she had met a few times when she was little. The other was older, and didn't smell like John at all.
Admete found the vent that led to the room, well a room to the side, sliding it off as quietly as possible before dropping down into the room with a tiny grunt. "Better work grandpa," she thought as she pulled the hat from her backpack. It didn't seem like much, a black fadora with a skull on the front, but it was one of the most powerful weapons known to exist. Hades' helm of darkness. The demigod slipped the hat on, instantly turning invisible (and nearly completely undetectable) before she pulled a shotgun loaded with Holy Oil soaked slugs out of the bag.
Thankfully the helm let the wearer walk though objects, so Admete didn't have to open the door seperating the two rooms and give herself away. She drew in another breath. Six beings in the room besides herself.
Wait. Six?
She counted heads.
Castiel, zombie looking guy in a trench coat. Check.
Dean, tall blond guy with jade green eyes and spikey hair. Check.
Sam, sasqusah-like guy, long shaggy brown hair who looks like he's in pain. Check.
Bobby, old guy with a trucker cap. Check.
Death, VERY old, pale guy in a black suit. Question Mark.
Unknown man, taller than Dean but shorter than Sam, short blond hair in a black shirt, who smelled a lot like John. Question Mark.
Death was now looking at his great-granddaughter, as he was one of the few who could see pass the helm's powers. And yes, Death is Hades' father, dispite what Greek mythology says, which makes Admete Death's decendant.
"What are you looking at?" Castiel questioned her ancestor following his line of sight. Admete took her chance and shot. Everybody except Death jumped as the noise rang out and Castiel was hit with the slugs.
Admete shot two more slugs before reloading and running over to Death. "Get them out now," she growled at him. "Please."
Death replied, "I can take two, which ones?"
"Bobby and Dean, I'll get Sam and the other guy," Mete told him. The angel grabbed Bobby and Dean's shoulders, disappering within an instant. But Castiel was already on his feet. The girl shot another two slugs, hoping it would keep him down long enough to get Sam and the other man out of the area and back to the apartment.
"What the fuck!" The unknown man yelled as Admete grabbed his arm, then reached for Sam's. But that's when the plan disinigrated. A chain wrapped around Sam's neck, pulling him to the ceiling.
"Sam!" Admete and the unknown man yelled, Admete despratly trying to get him down. "Shit." She took off the helm. "You, get over here NOW!" The blond nodded, a little bit shocked, grabbing Admete's hand. She willed them back to the apartment, along with her bike.
"Sam! Adam!" She heard Dean's voice yell next. The air was differant now, multiple scents in the air. It was safe. Her family was safe.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist as her legs gave out. "Hey! What's her name?" Sam's voice asked through the ringing.
"Admete!" Gabriel yelled as she fell down, vision fully black.
