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.7.
"So, chinese it is." Dean nods as they walk into their room, all smiles as he whips the menu out of the motel's take out binder. "What am I getting? What do you guys want?"
"I want spring rolls." Mae volunteers, just happy to see Dean excitedly looking the menu over.
Dean raises his hand and ruffles her hair. "Kay, and what actual food do you want?" You haven't really eaten much since I've come back."
"Mae!" Sam chastises with a worried look.
"What, I've been too worried to eat, but I'm actually kinda hungry now." Mae responds, eyes wide in innocence. She was overwhelmingly happy that Dean was back, but Lilly was still out there somewhere; God only knew what was being done to her.
"You still have to eat." Sam reprimands her, dragging a hand down his face. "You have to be ready for anything. Come on Mae, you know this."
"We'll just order a bunch of things, how's that sound to everyone?" Dean asks, looking the menu over again. "I hope it comes in the boxes like it use to. That's the real hallmark of good chinese."
"You enjoy looking at the grease eating the box?" Sam questions, his face drawn up in disgust.
"Quiet you." Dean grumbles, as he snags Mae's phone in her back pocket. He dials, turning his back on the two of them while he puts in the order.
Mae looks up into Sam's eyes. "What's a bit of grease? He just got back. Let him eat what he wants." She whispers softly.
Sam scrunches his face but relents before leading her to sit on the bed. It had been a battle to keep himself from checking sooner, but now that they were back in their motel room, he couldn't hold back his need to make sure she was alright from her encounter with demons. "How's your neck?" He asks, sweeping her hair to the side. He tsks sharply, noticing the finger shaped bruises marring her usually creamy skin.
"It's fine, I can barely feel it." She responds with a smile, wanting to downplay the injury as much as possible. She tilted her head to the side in confusion when Dean shoots her a dark look, and her skin crawls at the stab of anger she got from him.
Sam nods but begins to tenderly inspect, pausing when at his second light prod she winces. "You're sure? It looks pretty damn awful from where I'm standing."
Mae nods. "Of course, don't worry about it." She assures him. It wasn't a complete lie. She knew how lucky she'd been to walk out of that situation with nothing more than a sore neck. That demon could have just as easily snapped her neck instead of releasing her. It was a terrifying prospect, but she didn't want to give the brothers anymore of a reason to send her away. "So the demons are scared of whatever brought Dean back? That's odd for them isn't it?" She asks as she subtly tries to shift topics to the more pressing matter.
"Thank you." Dean says into the phone before he hangs it up. He stands up, arms crossed, glaring at Mae expectantly. "Fine?" He questions skeptically. He was getting familiar with the girls definition of that stupid word, and found it usually meant anything but. Lilly had used it often, and he didn't need Mae to follow in those tracks, when it came to injuries.
"Why don't you guys get this mad when you get hurt?" Mae pouts.
"Cause we're honest about it." Dean glares at her.
"Ok, but you already don't like the idea of me being backup for you. If I whine about being hurt, you'll like it even less." Mae admits, wishing she had just asked for an ice pack or something earlier.
"It's not whining if we ask." Sam adds gently, with a slight frown.
"That's what Lilly calls it. Just talking about it is whining." Mae argues, hoping to find a way to lighten both of their moods.
"Your sister is a bad influence on you." Dean and Sam return with identical eye rolls.
"Sometimes." Mae agrees with a small giggle.
"And wrong. We can't be guessing your condition Mae, you have to be honest." Sam chides her with a frown. He gently rubs his thumb across her cheek, taking some of the sting from his words. "We need to trust you'll do that, if you want to help us."
With a sigh, Mae flops back on the bed. "Alright, I get it, sheesh. I'm sorry."
"I like the girl to bits but, she makes the worst decisions. Hell, we don't even know where the fuck she is, if she's even-" He stops himself short unable to finish his own sentence when he realizes that for all they knew she could very well be dead. The thought hurting him on such a deep level it shocked him for a moment, before he was able to wrangle it back and forcefully shove it to the back of his mind again. "Which she is. She's f-okay, somewhere." Dean amends quickly, his voice leaving no room for questioning.
"You know, it's ok to say you love her Dean." Mae points out, ignoring the rest of his statement.
"We would have heard about it by now if she wasn't." Sam tries to reassure the both of them, but his the words were foreboding, and both Mae and Dean looked to the ground in concern.
"If she's with a demon?" Mae asks, wondering how they would possibly know if she wasn't okay.
"Yeah, if she's with a demon we'll track it down and kill it." Dean promises Mae. "If she's being held by anything we'll find it, and kill it. It's who we are and what we do."
"I don't know if that's who you guys are, but I do agree you're both damn good at it." Mae smiles, glad once more that she wasn't having to face Lilly's disappearance alone.
"Right. But back to the point. Promise not to lie to us when you're injured, and I'll be more inclined to you joining us." Dean cajoles her, needing to know he could trust her to communicate. It was strange adding someone to their hunts after all this time; especially such a green hunter and one they cared so deeply for. He knew his brother loved Mae, and he himself viewed her as a little sister. They had hunted with their dad and Bobby, but hunting with Mae; it was a new experience and he couldn't help feeling overly protective of her.
"I wasn't lying though, I was just sucking it up." Mae corrects before quickly adding, "But before you get mad, I understand what you're asking, and I promise."
Dean closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before he replies. "Awesome. Thank you." He says walking over to go lay on the other bed.
Sam scoops Mae up and lays her correctly on the bed, putting a cool cloth around her throat before he joins her with his computer. It wasn't long before she was fast asleep.
Dean sat up on the edge of his bed, facing his sleeping sister and Sam. "So... what, we're just okay with Mae hunting now or something? I thought we were trying to keep them out of this." He accuses with a disapproving frown.
Sam looks up from his computer to watch Dean for a second before he moves his laptop to the side table. He mirrors his brother, sitting on the edge of the bed to face him. "Yeah, we were trying to keep them away from this. But Dean, you have to understand. You died. Fuck man. Mae and I; we were messed up. She was so supportive of me after it-" Sam shakes his head as his tips tighten before he's able to continue. "When Ellen called and told us what had happened to Lilly she nearly lost her mind. Bobby teamed up with us for a while, helping us search for Lilly, and I think keeping an eye on me, because I tried Dean. I tried to deal to get you back. But it was just, better for all of us when we worked cases together. Bobby and I trained her. And, we started getting better. We never stopped looking though."
"No, I get it. You tried ta get me out. Mae already told me you wouldn't let Bobby burn my body. Thanks for that, by the way…" He murmurs softly before his tone turns hard again. "But seriously, you trained her? Like, full on hunter training?"
"I didn't like the idea, hell, Bobby didn't like it either, but he trained her and she's gotten a lot of on the job training." Sam sighs hating the fact he had to defend his actions. " As I said, you were gone, Lilly was missing-I couldn't just leave her, I couldn't. But I couldn't afford to stop hunting either… We needed to find Lilly, and figure out a way to get you back. I couldn't do that from Mystic." Sam explains a deep frown etched into his features, his sad hazel eyes boring into his brother's green.
A knock on the door interrupts them before Dean can begin to argue. With a deep sigh he brushes his fingers through his hair. "You get the food, I'll wake Mae up."
Sam rolls out of the bed, grabs his wallet and heads for the door.
"Mae, wake up. Dinner time and I'm not taking 'I'm not hungry' for an answer." Dean says, gently tapping her forehead.
"Mmmrrrrrmmmmr" Mae mumbles, turning away from him.
"Mae! Food!" Dean smiles, tapping her shoulder. He was getting ready to start shaking the girl when she suddenly sits up and rolls to the side the bed more on reflex than actual alertness. Her recent encounter with demons and her hunting training kicking her into gear.
"Wow, Sis. Take it easy." Dean says with a small frown, holding his hands up to hover around her shoulders.
Sam closes the door and puts two large bags on the table. "Get enough food Dean?" He teases.
Mae, bleary eyed from sleep, attempts to walk towards Sam's voice, tripping over a blanket in the process. With an 'oomph' Dean catches her. "I'm awake!" She chirps as she attempts to correct her balance, a light blush running across the bridge of her nose.
"Or not." Dean says as he helps her untangle her legs from the blankets with a small chuckle.
Sam shakes his head as he begins laying out the many cardboard boxes and trays of take out.
The three eat in companionable silence, Dean wolfing down a large chunk of the food. Mae was a little bit more selective leaving the meat dishes for the guys, but still a close second.
"See, nothing to be worried about." Mae says, finishing off her water bottle, trying to assuage the worry that was pouring off the both of them.
Dean and Sam exchange a look of surprise above her head.
Dean shakes his head, as he gets up. "You're right. Doesn't keep me from worryin' 'bout ya." He turns, grabbing a book as he moves to lounge on the couch with his feet up on the cheap coffee table and starts reading, looking for what could have dragged him from hell; and blinded Pamela.
Mae gets up from the table and starts clearing it.
"I got this Mae, didn't you want a shower?" Sam offers, standing to do the same thing.
"Oh yeah. You sure you don't mind?" She asks politely.
"I mind if ya'll are thinking of getting one together." Dean shouts from behind his book.
"Go ahead and shower, I got this." Sam responds, shaking his head at Dean.
Mae blows him a kiss as she heads to the shower, grabbing her bag from the bed.
.8.
Lilly smiles, feeling truly at peace at being 'Disapperated' back into her home, by Maat.
Her eyes as she took in the smell of the familiar house, a smile making it's way to her lips. "Home sweet ho- What the fuck is this. How long was I gone? A decade? How the hell did the house even…" Lilly grumbles as she finally opens her eyes and actually looks around the middle of the living room with a frown.
"Cleaning. Need. To. Clean." She grumbles as she runs up to her room to go change into more comfortable clothes and to grab her headphones and mp3 player.
When she walks into her room she could instantly tell that Mae had been in it. She found her mp3 player next to its charging base; her headphones wrapped in a little haphazard circle next to it. She looked around the room more, noticing that the rest of the supplies she had brought with her on her brilliant idea to run away to keep her family safe.
Lilly can't help the smile that slid on to her lips, nor the way her eyes watered at her sister's thoughtfulness. It meant the world to her that she had taken care to retrieve her belongings. She stood and looked over her belongings til she felt guilt slowly start to sink in. She didn't regret her decision to go meet her gods for a moment but that didn't assuage the guilt and shame for not immediately returning home. She shook her head of those thoughts, refusing to let them sink in too deeply. She would make it up to them, it would take time, but she knew if she explained her reasoning, Mae at least would understand, and that meant the most to her. If she got Mae on her side, the rest would surely follow.
Lilly quickly changes into her most comfortable cleaning clothes. Before she leaves she grabs her mp3 player and hooks the earphones in, smiling when she realizes that it had been fully charged. She shoves the tiny device into her bra before she rushes back down the stairs to her supply closet. Her eyes gleaming gold with sheer giddiness and perhaps a smidgen of madness at how absolutely mundane and comforting the task in front of her was going to be. After all that had happened since she had run off, she was just looking forward to the normalcy of cleaning; it had always been cathartic to her.
She piles the cleaning supplies into her favored red cleaning bucket she only broke out for serious jobs, and smiles happily to herself. "I'll just surprise them. The place will be so clean when they get home, they'll forget I'd been missing! Maybe they'll be so appreciative that they aren't living in filth, they'll just let the whole thing go! Oh and when I'm done I'll get to make dinner! Oh and pie! And everything will be fine, and normal." Lilly tries to convince herself, obviously delusional.
.9.
Dean woke abruptly; the book he had been reading slipping from his to chest to fall to the ground with a loud thump. Something had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, but as he looked around the room in confusion he couldn't figure out what had woken him.
Mae was curled up on the couch beside him, her own book already on the ground next to her hand that was dangling over the side. She was the only one in the room with him; Sam was nowhere to be seen and keys were missing from the table, Bobby must still be with Pam.
He was still unsure of what had woken him as he reached under the couch, feeling for the shotgun that was hiding there. He jumps as his hand brushes it right as the TV flips on with a screen of static and emits a high pitched, rolling whine. He straightens up with his shotgun in hand, ready to take out whatever this was that was following him.
Mae's eyes fly open as she sits up, looking around with wide eyes. "Dean?"
"It's okay Mae. Come on." Dean takes her by the hand and pulls her up from the couch. He looks from the door to the windows, ready to defend them from this monster. Castiel, the monster that busted him from hell and maimed Pam. The whining high pitch noise continued to get louder, becoming an uncomfortable pressure against his eardrums.
"Dean, it's talking again." Mae puts her hand on Dean's back, giving him room to maneuver while also letting him know where she was.
"Well what the fuck is it saying?" The glass was going to start breaking any second, and this was possibly the worst hotel room for this to be happening in. They usually didn't care if the bed they slept in was under a mirror, but now the funny joke was a safety hazard. He had to get them out of this room before they got caught in the shrapnel.
"He's saying his name, and that he saved you. And-"
They both clap their hands to their ears, the pitch and volume so intense it was causing pain.
"We have-" It was too loud. Dean shakes his head before he turns to quickly pull Mae into his chest. There was no way he could talk over it. The frequency grew more intense as he shifts them, covering her body with his own out of sheer instinct right as the sound shatters everything made of glass in their hotel room. Shards fly everywhere; the blast nearly explosive. Mae's scream of panic was lost amid the deafening pitch of the whine.
Tears stream down Mae's face as she looks around frantically, scared of this new threat but also worried; where was Sam?
It continues for several moments before Bobby bursts through the door. "Dean? Mae? Sam?" He sees them crouched on the floor in the middle of a pile of glass and mirror shards. The sound from Pam's house was slowly fading as he runs over to them.
"What the hell?" Bobby ask, looking around the room for Sam.
Dean shakes his head and pulls Mae into his arms before racing to the door. He rushes out of the room as he hoofs it to the car, Bobby right on his heels after he grabbed their bags.
"Wait where's Sam?" Mae yells again, still confused and apparently deafened.
"I don't know, but that's fucking it, I'm not waiting anymore for this thing to keep coming at me. We're takin' this battle to it." Dean growls equally loud as he places her gently on the trunk of Bobby's car. He digs his phone out of his pocket and dials Sam as he begins to pace, repeatedly wiping his hand over his face anxious and still full of adrenaline.
"God dammit gidjit. Are you okay?" Bobby checks Mae over, his eyes landing on the many cuts, the small amount of blood coming from one ear, and the strange bruises on her neck.
"I'm okay Bobby. My ears are ringing, but I don't think I got any shards of glass in me." She flinches as Bobby pokes at her neck. "That happened earlier when we ran into some demons."
Bobby raises an eyebrow at her. "Demons touched ya?" He balls his hands into fists so tightly his knuckles turn white.
"They're scared of whatever brought Dean back." She sighs as she feels his overwhelming anger and concern push at her. "It's tender Bobby, but I'm okay."
Bobby narrows his eyes as they burrow into Mae's eyes for a moment looking for any deception, when he's satisfied he sighs. "Damnit gidjit." He gruffs. "When we're done with this shit, we're going back ta training."
Mae bites back her groan and instead opts on nodding her head. "Okay Bobby." She smiles knowing it was never worth it to argue. She didn't want to be home alone, she wanted to stay with her family. Mystic was just a constant cold reminder of everything she had lost. Both sets of grandparents, her parents, and now Lilly. It was disorienting sometimes how odd the house looked with out Lilly's cleaning, and she missed it. She missed the touch of her sister throughout the house. She couldn't handle that, couldn't handle the nightmares from the shadows in that house; she'd go insane. Though if she were honest with herself hunts didn't make her feel any less nuts; she would put her right hand on there being a voice hidden within the depths of that grating screech, and it had been doing its best to convey a message to Dean. The difficult part of it was just going to be trying to convince Bobby and Dean she had heard it twice now. "I'd like that." She adds with a small smile as she pats Bobby's shoulder.
Bobby looks her over once more before he nods his head. "Alright." He nods before he turns to Dean.
"Sammy thinks it's a bad idea, but since he just fuckin' disappeared his opinion ain't my problem." Dean mutters angrily, shoving his phone back into his pocket before he scratches at the back of his neck.
"I'm sure he had his reasons Dean, it's got to be jarring for him. He's spent the last four months hunting mostly on his own. Just give him some time. He'll come around Dean, I know he will." Mae assures Dean, as she steps over and hugs him, feeling the hurt rolling off of him. "I promise he's not doing it purposefully, it's just Sam. He gets determined and focused, you know that."
"He didn't even let you know he was leaving." Dean growls, wanting to believe her; wishing he wasn't paranoid about everything since he'd gotten back. Sam disappearing in the middle of the night, leaving him and Mae asleep. It just seemed out of character.
"To be fair, he might have left a note and we missed it in that- whatever that was." Mae adds softly, looking up at him with sad eyes. "So for now, lets just give him the benefit of the doubt, and let's go find out who and what this Castiel is."
"Awesome. We're all on the same page then." Dean nods as he claps his hands together.
"Alright." Mae agrees with a head shake before she looks to Bobby. "So what's the plan."
"We set up some safeguards and get the stuff for a summonin' spell." Bobby gruffs as the three of them head for the car. "I saw an abandoned barn in ta town, should be good enuff for this dumb idea."
"Great let's get what we need then." Dean says as he slides into the driver's seat, Bobby and Mae following right behind. He pulls out his eyes catching Mae, mostly the bruises wrapped around her neck. "Mae."
"Yeah?" She turns to him, catching his fear and concern.
"You remember that promise, that if we were huntin' you were followin' my lead?" Dean asks with narrowed eyes.
Mae frowns. "Yeah Dean. I remember."
"Good. Yer staying in the car in a circle of salt." Dean nods before he turns his focus to the road.
Mae slumps back into the seat, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "You're the boss, not that I can actually do anything to help from there."
"Mae, it ain't like that gidjit. We jus' don't know what we're dealin' with. I agree with Dean, the further from this you are the happier I'll be." Bobby adds gruffly, his concern tangible tangled deeply in his thick tone.
"I think I'm safer with you two than alone in a car, but again, you're both the boss." Mae turns her head to watch out the window. Knowing or not knowing, it didn't seem to matter; they never liked the idea of her being in danger. She lets out a sigh, she couldn't even be mad at them for it, she didn't like the idea of them being in danger either. They just really didn't have a choice. They needed to figure this out so they could get back to looking for Lilly.
10.
"What the fuck Bobby?" Lilly curses with a smile as she collects another bag of trash; mostly cans and bottles. "Old man's tryna turn Mae's house into a second Singer's Salvage…" She chuckles mindlessly. This at the very least Mae wasn't alone, and none of the labels made her suspicious. It was all beer and gut rot and Mae would never drink either of those.
"Oh how I've missed this…" She sighs with contentment, completely oblivious to how much time had passed since she arrived home; so consumed in her tasks of cleaning, sanitizing and straightening up the each room perfectly. She was completely dedicated to getting the old familiar house, back to proper order. The chores helped her to forget, and gave her a sense of comfort. It was time she needed to adjust to finally being back to her home; to being safe. There were no snakes to worry about here, no one torturing her. No one asking her stupid questions she couldn't possibly have the answers too. She did now of course, Maat had answered every question she had asked without hesitation… Except for Winchester related questions; those she left mysteriously unanswered and that bothered her.
There had been a couple times since she had arrived back where panic had set in, and she had almost made the decision to call Mae, Bobby, or one of the brothers, but she always managed to talk herself out of it. It came down to two simple desires; she really wanted to get the house clean to surprise them, and she really didn't want to talk about what she had experienced since she had last seen them. She always found a way to shrug it off and managed to happily get lost in her music as she screamed and sang along with her favorite songs instead of focusing on anything of real substance.
The root of all her avoidance though; she couldn't handle knowing if Dean had made it or not.
.11.
"That's the last one." Mae says putting the paint brush back in the can. Her clothes were splattered in white and black paint, as she turns around looking over the two men with a frown. "How are you two not covered in this?"
"Practice, sis. Practice." Dean smirks at the girl before he pulls a length of her hair so she can see the white in it. "How'd you get it in your hair?"
"Talent." Mae teases with a grin. "Art is messy."
"So that's every sigil of protection from ev'ry denomination of ev'ry religion that I've ever heard of that will protect from ev'ry type of demon, spirit, or any other damned thing that goes bump that I know of. We've silver, the demon knife, salt, iron, holy water and all kinds of guns and all kinda ammo." Bobby explains with a shake of his head. He'd never done anything this elaborate before, but desperate times called for everything you had.
"Awesome." Dean claps his hands together, ready to get this over with. "Mae…Thanks for the help, but it's corner time for you. Go sit in your designated salt circle."
Mae puts her hands on her hips, but doesn't question his judgement as she goes to stand in the salt circle one of them had apparently put down at some point. She was just happy he wasn't banishing her to the car like he had threatened. She wrings her hands nervously, feeling the tension in the two men building.
"And here, just in case." Dean adds, handing her a shot gun. "Ya know how ta use it right?"
"Yep. Jo and Ellen taught me. Point and spray, two shots, pressure here to unload, snap it back after reload." She demonstrates before she looks back up at him with a thin smile.
"Good." He nods and pulls out a fist full of shot rounds and hands them to her as well. "If it comes at you just keep shootin' it even if it goes down. Don't trust it, and don't leave the circle."
Bobby watches his children's interactions with a ghost of smile before he shakes his head. He turns to the tables with his supplies laid out and begins the ritual.
.12.
"You sure you did it right?" Dean asks swinging his legs from where he's sitting on table.
"I have a deck of cards in the car. We can play while we're waiting… I'm sure Bobby did it right...Maybe it's just resisting." Mae offers from where she's sitting cross legged in the corner elbows on her knees and face in her hands, looking incredibly bored.
"Thank ya, at least one of you has confidence in my abilities." Bobby gripes, glaring at Dean.
"I think we're all just a bit touchy… Waiting is the wo-" Mae tries to placate the men when she's cut off abruptly by a loud crack of thunder; the lights above them flickering and shaking ominously as a strong gust of wind blew through the shotty barn with a low groan.
Bobby and Dean exchange a worried glance as they stand to face this Castiel.
The sheet metal roof slams down against its frame beating out a rough and erratic beat from overhead; the wind howling outside sounded like souls being twisted and tormented as the the trees beat against the old wood keeping sheltered.
Mae quickly readjusts her seat, scooting closer to the corner before she draws her knees to her chest. She pulls the shotgun closer to her as something begins to beat against the large barn doors.
The doors give way against a strong gale, cracking under the pressure before they burst open, the lights all brightening til they blow up the same time several bolts of lightning crashes outside. The blinding display illuminating the silhouette of a man in a trenchcoat as he nonchalantly strolls into the barn.
She prays in sheer desperation, something she had caught herself doing more since Dean's death and Lilly's disappearance. What had they been thinking just calling this thing to them? Hindsight made them look like they had a death wish. What could control the weather like this?
The man pauses in his steps as he looks over to the corner Mae was sitting in. He tilts his head as he looks her over before continuing forward towards Dean and Bobby.
Dean swallows hard, his clenching his teeth as he grips the gun in his hand tighter, his entire body winding taunt as he shifts his eyes to Bobby briefly; needing to know he was just as alert to their current situation as he, and it was bad. The thing was walking towards them like they weren't in a room full of supernatural bane.
Bobby nods in understanding his body just as tense as both hunters turn their undivided attention to the man steadily making his way to them. He'd never seen anything like this. It looked like it was just a man, but there was no way his appearance and the extreme change in weather was a coincidence.
They watch as in growing concern as the trenchcoated man passes right through the devil's trap and then past the salt circle. His face chiseled with determined and focus. Their grips tighten around their guns their fingers hovering a hairsbreadth from the trigger. Both men stuck in mild shock at the monsters obvious ease of maneuvering through all the traps with no hesitation.
"He's not a Demon, his emotions are different." Mae calls out as she struggled to stand. Her entire body wracked with anxious tremors, sure they were all going to die here. The man was just walking undeterred through each and every trap. Her fingers wrap firmly around the barrel of the shot gun, holding it more like a staff protectively in front of her as she watched the man in horror.
"Yeah ok, time to start shooting." Dean shouts out, shaking off the shock. Both hunters pull their triggers at the same time; beginning their assault.
The man just continues forward as if the bullets were blanks, stopping once he's standing in front of Dean. "Are you done yet?" The man asks, his tone bored. He watches, seemingly intrigued, as Dean plunges the demon blade into his heart.
He pulls the knife out looking perturbed before tossing it on to the table.
"You summoned me." The man states.
"You're Castiel?" Dean asks clarifying.
"Yes, I am. I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." Castiel says, turning his back to Bobby and Mae.
"You what?" Dean asks lost.
"I am an angel of the lord. I brought you back." Castiel continues his explanation.
"Angels aren't real." Dean scoffs looking the creature up and down in distaste.
Bobby grabs the iron pipe from the table next to him, aiming to hit the man in the back of the head.
"No." He says, grabbing the pipe and tapping Bobby on the forehead, causing the man to fall to the ground.
Mae lets out a muffled scream as she drops the shotgun. He touched Bobby, and Bobby had gone down. That was all it took.
"He's merely unconscious." Castiel explains, sparing a short glance to the scared girl in the corner before he turns back to Dean. "Dean. It's time we speak."
He suddenly vanishes, to the sound of wings flapping, from in front of Dean to end up next to Mae. Before she can react he presses his two fingers to her forehead, letting her crumple to the ground at his feet. "In private."
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