Day of the Dead
Chapter 7: Lights Out
The next morning Dean woke up with Dalia curled up in his arms, her head on his chest. This is what he'd missed. He kissed her head, running his fingers through her hair. He was going to make sure his father didn't come between them again. She shifted against him, reaching down to pull the blankets higher up her body. "Morning baby."
She smiled against his skin. "Morning." She sighed, stretching out against him. "Your dad still has that case he wanted to talk to you about."
He sighed, rolling onto his side, wrapping both arms around her. "He can wait another ten minutes." Dean kissed her hair and closed his eyes. They laid like that, wrapped up in each other, just listening to the other breathe. "I love you."
"I love you too." Dalia pated his chest and looked up at him. "Time to face the music."
"Yeah…" They rolled out of bed and started dressing. "Dalia?"
"Yeah?"
Dean watched her rearrange her breasts after she hooked her bra in the back. "Will you come with us?" He was still thinking about what she'd told him on the last hunt.
She looked over at him, buttoning her jeans. "If you want me to."
He nodded, pulling his shirt on. "Yeah, I do."
Dalia walked over, swiping one of his shirts and kissed his cheek. "Then I'll go."
He took her hand and walked out of the room. Sam was walking towards him, carrying Elena in his arms. "Did you two kids have fun last night?" Elena teased.
"Actually, we did." Dalia's smile faded somewhat when they walked into the library. John was sitting there, waiting for them.
"Boys we need to talk." He glanced between the girls. "Alone."
Sam sighed and gently put Elena on her feet. "We'll go make breakfast." She reached up and kissed him before following Dalia towards the kitchen.
Sam and Dean exchanged a look before sitting at the table. They could tell John was pissed about something. He looked between the boys before he sighed and shook his head. "I just don't understand you two. After all of the pure shit we've been through, after you two have watched everyone you know and love die, you think it's a good idea to fall in love."
"You had mom," Sam piped up.
"And look at what happened to her." John shook his head and looked at Dean. "You said Dalia already died once. You really want to go through that again?" he snapped. Dean sighed and rubbed his eyes. He didn't want to do this right now. He just wanted to go eat whatever Dalia was making and go hunting. Like they used to do. "I think you two need to send them away. Get them out of the life and out of the bunker. That's what you should do if you really love them."
Dean shook his head and looked across the table at Sam. "No." He got up, looking down at his father. "I don't care if you don't like them. I don't care if you think they shouldn't be hunting, or shouldn't be here. Sam's married, and Dalia isn't going anywhere. I'm not losing her again." He sighed and looked at Sam. He could do this, stand up to his father. "They're staying, and they're hunting with us. If you don't like that…you can leave."
He started to walk out, Sam getting up to follow him. "We still have a case," John snapped.
Dean stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not going without Sam and the girls." He turned and looked at his father. "Think you can back off long enough for us to get through a hunt?" John rolled his eyes, but nodded his head. "Good. Come to the kitchen. I'm starving."
Sam caught up with him in the hallway. "That was impressive," he whispered.
"Yeah, well don't get used to it." He walked into the kitchen and went straight to Dalia. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. "Something smells good."
She smiled and leaned back into him as she worked a spatula through some eggs. "Elena made pancakes, the sausage is almost done, and these eggs are just about ready." She glanced over when John walked in and sat at the table.
"It's taken care of," he assured her. He grabbed a platter and held it for her as she scooped the eggs onto it and carried it to the table. They sat down and started eating while John explained the case. Dean didn't know how well this was going to go for anyone. All he could hope for was that John would lay off the girls for a while. He missed hunting with Dalia, missing riding in the car with Sam riding shotgun. Things needed to get back to normal, weather John liked it or not.
xXx
Dalia chewed on the end of her pen while she scrolled through another site. Sam and Dean had gone into town to talk to the locals, leaving her and Elena in the motel with John. They called from time to time, giving them an update and to check in to make sure no one had been killed yet. Elena had a working list of all of the information they'd gathered so far. She was a hell of a lot better at the research than Dalia was.
She sighed and sat back, running her hands through her hair. She wanted a beer. She glanced over at John. He was sitting on one of the beds, looking through medical files on their four victims. He hadn't said much since the boys had left.
"Son of a bitch." They both looked over at Elena. "It's a Djinn."
John got off the bed and walked over, leaning over Elena's shoulder. "Are you sure?"
She nodded her head. "Oh yeah. Sam said that the ME found huge amounts of hallucinogens in the victims. That coupled with the fact that they were drained of all of their blood means we're dealing with a Djinn."
John nodded and grabbed his jacket. "Let's go."
"Where?" Dalia asked. She stood and pulled her leather jacket on.
"We'll go scout out some locations, see what we can find. The sooner we find this son of a bitch, the sooner we can go home." She couldn't argue with that. She and Elena followed him out of the room. They climbed into the second car they'd brought and let John drive.
"The last time Sam and Dean dealt with a Djinn it was in an abandoned warehouse that was pretty much a pile of rubble. They like ruins." Elena pulled up a map of the town on her phone. "I think our best bet is to start on the east side. It looks like a lot of that part of the city is in disrepair."
John shook his head. "Those are small places compared to that abandoned rundown factory on the north side. We passed it when we drove in."
Dalia glanced at him from the passenger's seat. He wasn't wrong. "Should we call Sam and Dean?"
"No, we're going to scout it out, see what there is. If it's there we'll go back to the motel, get the boys, and go back later."
Dalia didn't think this was a great idea. She pulled her phone out of her pocket to send Dean a text, just to let him know what was going on. She looked at the screen and swore to herself. She didn't have any service. She glanced back at Elena. She was frowning at her phone. Son of a bitch. She sat back and pulled her gun out. It wouldn't do any good against a Djinn, but it would buy them time if they ran into trouble.
John pulled up to the factory. Dalia climbed out and gave Elena a look. Elena subtly nodded her head and pulled her gun out, staying close to Dalia as they followed John inside. They could smell the mold and the dust after years of disuse. She knew their best bet was the basement. The lower down, the better. She sighed, looking at the door to the stairs. There was no turning back down. She quickly and quietly made her way down, gun raised, Elena behind her. They were at the bottom of the stairs before they heard the door close and lock at the top.
"Son of a bitch," Dalia swore. She raced back up and tried to open it. She could hear John walking away on the other side. "Bastard." She climbed back down the stairs and looked at Elena. "We need to find another way out of here."
"I'm still not getting any service." Elena put her phone away and they started to make their way through the halls of the basement.
"You're not going to." Dalia peeked around a corner and swore, quickly pressing her back against the wall. The Djinn was on the other side. He was taking a dead body down. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, swallowing hard. They just had to wait until he was gone. They could make a break for it. Hopefully. They couldn't wait on Sam and Dean to help them out of this mess. There was no way to know what John would tell them, how long it would take them to figure out it was a Djinn, or how long it would take them to track down the building. By the time they actually did show up, Elena and Dalia could be dead.
She looked around the corner again. When she didn't see the Djinn she motioned Elena forward. They quietly crept past the room the Djinn had set up for his pray. Dalia saw another door leading back upstairs and a brief moment of relief washed over her. She inched towards it.
Elena screamed behind her as the Djinn threw her into a wall. Dalia swore and took a shot but missed. She ran towards Elena. She needed to get her up and get her out. "Dalia!" Elena tried to warn her. Dalia gasped when the Djinn pinned her to a wall and used his magic to put her to sleep.
John waited ten minutes after he heard the gunshot go off. When the girls didn't show up or appear knocking on the locked door he smirked. The Djinn had them. He unlocked the door and walked out of the factory. The drive back to the motel was short, and blissful. As long as he could keep Sam and Dean away long enough the girls would be out of the picture.
xXx
Dean looked up from his computer when John walked into the room. He was a little worried that Dalia and Elena weren't with him. "Where have you been?" he asked.
John dropped the keys on the table and grabbed a beer from the fridge. "Elena figured out what we're up against."
"What is it?"
"Djinn." He opened the beer and leaned back against the wall. "We went to scout out some possible locations."
Something wasn't sitting right with Dean. Why didn't Dalia call or text him? Why didn't Elena tell Sam what they were doing? "Where are they?" he asked.
John shook his head. "No clue. We split up to cover more ground. They're probably just not back yet."
Dean glanced over at Sam. He was just as worried as Dean was. He pulled out his phone and called Dalia. Something was seriously wrong. They wouldn't just take off without telling them where they were going. He swore when it went to voicemail and grabbed his jacket. Sam followed his lead. "Something happened." He looked over at John. "Are you coming?"
He sighed and finished his beer. "I'm sure they're fine, Dean." He followed them out to the Impala. Dean sped off while Sam started looking on his phone. "There's an old run down factory not far from here." Dean nodded his head and drove. Dalia was hurt. In his gut he knew it. She never put him to voicemail. Even when she'd been pissed at him she'd answer her phone, just so he'd know she was okay.
He followed Sam's directions to the factory and parked the car in front. He climbed out, body humming with nerves as he walked around to the trunk. They still had the knife from the last Djinn they'd dealt with. He grabbed a second and opened the jar of lamb's blood they kept on hand. He dipped the second knife and handed it to Sam then quickly made a third for John. He shut the trunk and headed inside.
"Basement," Sam said, nodding to a stairwell.
Dean nodded and followed Sam down the stairs. He saw the marks in the dirt and dust. He knew the girls had been here. They quickly made their way down the stairs and started down the hall. He wasn't sure what has possessed them to come down here without a way to actually kill the Djinn. They were smarter than that. Something was off, he just couldn't put his finger on it.
He walked around the corner and swore, quickly backing up, pushing Sam and John behind him. The Djinn had Dalia and Elena hanging from the ceiling, their blood draining. He looked at Sam and nodded his head. There was no going in quiet about this. They needed to get the girls down. It was hard to know how long they'd been up there already. They braced themselves and jumped out of hiding. The Djinn turned, glaring at them.
"Sam, get the girls." Dean swung at the Djinn, but it dodged and he got thrown into the wall. He grunted as he pushed to his feet and went on the attack again. He didn't know what John was doing, but he couldn't focus. He had to take out the Djinn. He remembered what it'd been like when he'd been under the spell. All of the pain and the heartbreak he'd gone through. He channeled that rage, used it so he could save Dalia. He jumped on the Djinn's back when it tried going for Sam. He cried out and grabbed Dean, throwing him over his shoulder.
The air rushed out of Dean's lungs as he hit the ground hard. He heard Sam get one of the girls down. Dan pushed up again just as the Djinn started towards him. He grabbed it by the front of the shirt it was wearing and drove the blade deep into its chest. He stumbled back, panting as he looked over. Sam was pulling the needle out of Elena and helping her down. He walked over, pulling Dalia into his arms.
"Baby, c'mon, wake up for me." He brushed her hair from her face. She whined, thrashing in his arms as she woke up. She tried going for a gun that wasn't there. "Hey, it's okay. It's just me."
She looked up at him. "Dean?"
"Hey beautiful." She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. Dean held her close and looked over at Sam. Elena was griping the front of his shirt like she was afraid to let go. He picked Dalia up and watched John gather the knives they'd brought. Something was off. Why hadn't John helped him fight off the Djinn? He sighed and decided he'd worry about it later. He needed to get Dalia out of here.
They carried the girls up to the Impala. Dean left Dalia with Sam in the backseat as he drove back to the motel. John offered to go inside and pack everything up, but Dean had turned him down. "We'll go pack up. You can go grab some food for the road. The girls lost a lot of blood."
He climbed out and helped Dalia inside while John climbed in the second car and took off to get food. When they were inside Sam and Dean put the girls on the bed and started packing up. "John did this," Dalia said.
Dean stopped and looked at her. 'What?"
Elena nodded her head. "He told us we were just going to look. By the time we tried to tell you where we were going we couldn't get a signal on our phones." She looked at Dalia. Neither of them really wanted to tell Sam and Dean that their father just tried to have them killed.
Dalia sighed and rubbed her eyes. She was so damn tired. "We went inside and headed to the basement. John locked the door behind us so we couldn't get back up. He fed us to that thing." She looked up, watching Dean's face. She watched as the rage set in. Weather it was against her or John she didn't know. "John tried to have us killed."
