Chapter 7- The Bond-Dude, this chick is so not Tinkerbelle

Don't own'em, just love'em-wished ta 'ell I worked for Kripke

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When Bobby set up his new out post he built an extra room off the main living area for the boys so they'd have somewhere safe for a few days if they needed to recoup after a bad hunt. It was supposed to be a surprise. He'd heard the stories of some of the pits they'd stayed at while on the road and he had purposefully outfitted this room to mimic the worst of the worst. It was laid out just like every motel but windowless. (For security) The two full size beds had matching burnt orange covers and the floor was covered in a dark brown shag rug for effect.

The difference was that each brother had his own dresser and nightstand and there was plenty of closet space for all their gear and no mirrors. Bobby figured that since he only saw them when they were fresh from a fight with one of the big bads and hurt, they wouldn't want to be reminded the next day how awful they looked, even if the monster looked worst. Bobby was a thoughtful man like that. He just hadn't realized how soon they would b needing it.

Bobby strode across the lab, opened a door and gestured to the inside, "Sam you and Dean can bunk here."

Sam walked over and Bobby said, "I set it up just incase you two stopped by" and he turned on the light.

Sam poked his head in and saw the tacky furnishing reminiscent of one of the worse dives they'd stayed in. He smiled and shook his head at the man beside him and said, "it really is….uh.."

Bobby's straight face began to smirk and his shoulders started to jiggle.

Sam finished his sentence, " You did this?"

Bobby was all out chuckling now. And was rewarded by an unexpected hug and several back slaps by a nearly teary eyed Sam.

The big man shouldn't have been surprised, Sam had always been a hugger. But his surprise at the swiftness of the hug and the intensity of it had been quickly replaced by gratitude. They were the only kin he cared about and this was the best way he could express his pride and love for the two of them.

A cough and hat adjustment later and Bobby said," Don't go thinking this was any hard ship for me. We hunters have to look out for one another, you remember that. Now help me move your brother in here and you two can get some rest."

Sam and Bobby went back out through the lab and into the kitchen area where Dean lay on top of the kitchen table still asleep.

AH-rii was sitting where Sam had left her and she was asleep also, her head down on the table beside Dean's arm.

As the men approached she roused and blinked bleary eyed up at them.

Sam leaned down toward her and whispered, "We're going to move Dean to a bed Bobby has set up for him."

AH-rii quickly looked over to the wound on Dean's arm to make sure he could be moved but the bleeding had stopped and the flesh was mending before their eyes.

She reached out and gently touched his forearm and then looked at his profile. He lay there untroubled, his breathing full and rhythmic. "Yes" she whispered back then looked up at Sam and gave him a sleepy smile, "It will be good to have him rest comfortably tonight." Then she noticed Bobby standing behind Sam and gave him a sleepy smile too.

Sam glanced back at Bobby and he could have sworn the big man blushed at seeing AH-rii's sleepy grin.

Bobby's whispered to Sam in a hoarse whisper," Well, don't just stand there you grab his shoulders, I've got his legs, lets try and get him into the room with out knocking over too much furniture."

Once Dean was placed on the bed Bobby left Sam to get him settled under the covers.

Sam looked down at Dean's sleeping form and exhaled the breath he'd been holding.

Its over, we're at Bobby's And It's over.

Then he bent down and untied the laces of the left boot and gently eased that off his brother's foot and then the right boot. Each thunk the shoes made as he dropped them on the floor was another reassuring sound that Dean was all right, that he was going to be ok. Just pretend he got drunk and you had to tuck him in was the mantra Sam said in his head as he blotted out the thoughts of what almost happened. He reached down and unsnapped the button on Dean's jeans and began to slide the zipper down when Dean stirred and mumbled "oh, Betty-Lou you know what I like…snnnore"

Sam froze and thought, that had better be a Jerry Lee Lewis song he just quoted… and then shook his head and eased the jeans off both legs at once. Dean slept through the de-pantsing and Sam pulled the covers over his zonked out big brother. "Sleep well jerk"

" Snormm..bi….t…ch… snore." was Dean's answer.

Sam went back out to the kitchen area where AH-rii was sipping some tea Bobby had made for her.

Well, he's in for the night." Sam said to Bobby and then he stood before AH-rii.

She noticed the slump of his shoulders and fatigue on his face. He looks so drained this must be the first time he's let his guard down since last night. she thought.

When Sam spoke there was a weight to every word, " Thanks AH-rii... if you hadn't stopped me from using the control when you did…I don't know…"

" Don't mention it Sam," replied the grateful fairy, "You did a great job getting the Thorn out of me. You and Bobby kept your heads and saved both our lives tonight. Excellent tea by the way Bobby."

Sam looked at Bobby and then down at the floor and tried not to smirk at his friend, " I didn't know you had…Tea."

Bobby cleared his throat a bit too loud and said, "Son, a good hunter is prepared with the proper provisions for any contingency." And added a sly smile.

Sam let one guffaw escape and then went over to the big guy and gave him a one armed hug. "Thanks Man for letting us come here."

"Aw, just professional courtesy." He replied but he couldn't helpbut give the young man one more jibe, "You think you can manage tucking yourself in?"

Sam's dimples twinkled as he smiled back his reply, " Uh yea, I can manage, thanks. G'night AH-rii." and waved as he backed his way into his room.

Once the door shut AH-rii turned her full attention to the man before her. Bobby was leaning up against the kitchen sink. She studied his face; the care worn lines that were in place now as he looked back at her. But moments ago his good-natured ribbing of Sam had revealed a kind, caring man that obviously had great affection for the Winchester brothers. They trusted him completely and she made up her mind to do the same.

AH-rii took a deep breath, " Bobby I have some important Intel you must know about this war."

When Bobby saw how serious her face looked he had toask, " Should I sit down?"

"You might want to." was her reply.

Bobby pulled up a chair next to the small woman and she could see the look of worry on his face.

" There is a couple of good things about Sam's connection to the crossroads demon," She began, " he has an insiders view to her plans and he can see what she see's. Last night he dreamed he spoke to her and with that info we were prepared for her attack. When she sent the Hellhound for Dean Sam could use her own vision to see it and was able to kill it. And the demon also told him that there still is a grand plan in operation. One that her Uncle the yellow-eyed demon, the one that Dean killed, master minded. The yellow-eyed demon had some how organized a group of other demons into following him. Since he died, the crossroads demon has taken over but the mission is still going forward. They still want Sam to be some kind of leader for them. They are planning on taking over your world, using humans as their soldiers and then they are going to march on to the Everafter-my world."

She paused as she looked into his face then added, "Now Bobby, this is the part that worries me…." and his eyebrows went up, " demons have not massed together for a war since the Fall. They are seeking to combine the best traits of humans with the magic of the Fey to create a super soldier. And there is only one reason for them to want to do that. I fear that they are ultimately planning to go to battle with the Angels… again,…and I fear that they are going to try and force their way back into Heaven."

Bobby sat in silence for the space of time of two heartbeats. Then the fingers of his left hand began to drum on the table.

" I don't know if you are a religious man but whether you are or not a war like this will rip apart both our worlds, your race and mine will be nothing more than a means to an end for them."

Bobby let out a low whistle, got up from his chair and put his mug in the sink. He turned to face the fairy and said, " I have been hunting for more than twenty years now and I never thought it could get any worse that what we're fight'n now…but this!"

He shook is head slowly and continued, "I've been seeing odd signs and the rate of collateral damage has increased, I just chalked it up to the fact that there were two hundred demons loose in the world, but if what that she-demon told Sam was true, about the army forming, and her plans… that means that Armageddon is here, NOW."

AH-rii said, "You must pass this Intel on to the other hunters."

Bobby nodded and proceeded to move to his cell phone on counter.

"And Bobby, I need to get this information to my Queen, I need to get Sam to her, his connection is very valuable, he can hear what the she demon says, it's like having a window into her war room. And Dean, Dean is still not safe, the Deal was an attempt to use him as blackmail to manipulate Sam, and they won't stop. We have to keep Dean safe. If I can get them both to the Everafter, Queen Mab can offer them protection…."

And at that point Bobby noticed her voice was beginning to quaver and he strode back over to the chair and sat down taking her hand in both of his and said; "Now look here missy, you have gone through a lot today. You need to get your rest too. Take an example from that wiseass young man you helped heal tonight and get some sleep! And he cocked his head and added, "I do believe I can tell from here which snore is his" with that he gave her a quick wink.

AH-rii looked at the brothers closed door and back at big man trying to comfort her and smiled back. "You're right, Dean and Sam are safe for the night, thanks Bobby, thanks for helping me see that the role we play has to be done one step at a time too."

"There you go." he said as he gave her hand a quick squeeze before releasing it. "Now you settle yourself in and I'll make some quick phone calls." And he grabbed his cell and moved off to his bedroom.

AH-rii felt much steadier on her feet as she made her way over to the cot set up by the boy's bedroom door. She lay in the quiet darkened room trying to still her thoughts and then she heard the snore. And she knew it was his. He's safe. And she drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning AH-rii got up early and went outside to do her meditation/training. She slipped the earpiece over her ear that she usually used to augment her hearing and set it on music instead so that it that would blot out the world and surround her only in the familiar sounds of her world.

Then she began her routine. Her training was part second nature to her now. The warrior moves practiced by the Fey resemble dance more than deadly combat and Bobby's place offered and excellent practice area; it had a good vibe reminding her of home-the Everafter. She lost herself in the music; its compelling drums and skirling wail of pipes were as ancient as the moves she practiced to its beat. It became a meditation for her; allowing her to focus on nothing but the music and the motion of her body as she blocked and kicked and swung around to jab and feint. As she leapt from pile to pile of tires and ricochet off of the stacked wrecks she felt her muscles loosen and her reflexes sharpen.

Dean woke up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The room he found himself in was unfamiliar and dimly lit by a night light near the door. He could tell Sam was sleeping in the next bed by the familiar sound of his even breathing. He took in the décor, were they at a motel? Last he remembered was being at Bobby's… Ahhhh, getting very drunk and…my arm!?? Dean reached over with his right hand and felt the place were the Thorn had been in his left arm; his skin was smooth, no stitches?

Gotta find some light and see this wound. Dean stood up quietly and found his pants and shoes and slipped them on. He went to the door, opened it and slowly eased himself out. He found himself standing in the Lab area at Bobbys', the older hunters door was shut so he must be still asleep but the door to the outside was ajar so he headed for the light that sliced in from the outside. He opened the door and looked at his arm –it was perfect, he reached out with it and moved it around but he felt no stiffness –and then he knew, AH-rii- she must have healed him with that 'kiss' of hers that made things better. And a small smile began to play at the corners of his mouth.

Just then he caught movement to his right and he stepped quietly back into the morning shadows. He saw her as she came around from the back. She was running and leaping and landing like a rolling ball and springing up to push off the side of a wreck. Was she dancing? When she moved into a stance where she kicked out then blocked an imaginary punch Dean recognized her moves for what they were. She was doing some kind of hand-to-hand martial arts routine but her style was so graceful it could almost pass for dance. He wanted to see more but he didn't want to spy on her or anything creepy like that, still the beauty of her in motion mesmerized him.

He positioned himself beside a tower of tires and gazed as the sunlight glinted off every curve hugged by her tight uniform. Her dark curls bounced as she spun to a stop and in one graceful almost feline move swooped down to a crouch and then sprung up on to land on top of the stack of tilting tires. Her balance was perfect as her body followed the sway of the stack. She closed her eyes; spread her arms wide and leapt again just as the pile collapsed. Whoa...She looks like she's freakin' flyin and when, with her eyes still closed, he saw the smile begin to beam across her face Dean moved. He caught her in his arms just before her feet touched ground. He heard her inhale then felt her body relax inside his arms and with her eyes still closed he pulled her gently to his chest and kissed her.

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The earth trembled and for a moment both Dean and AH-rii thought it might have been the kiss but then the ground around them began to crumble and sink. Dean tried to push AH-rii toward the edge of the forming sinkhole but chunks of ground kept falling away at their feet. Suddenly the smell of sulfur hit them and the klaxon blasts from Bobby's alarms filled the air. Hell was coming up to meet them. Dark writhing shapes wriggled up through the soil and swarmed over Dean and AH-rii, they struggled but the minions were too many and just as quickly as they had come up from below the writhing mass held Dean and AH-rii captive and boroughed beneath the loose soil to disappear. All that was left was a sulfur-ringed depression.

Sam's deep sleep sends him down an all too familiar path and he 'sees' that he is in a dungeon of some kind. Before him is a tableaux of horror worse that any nightmare he's ever had.

In the demons clutches Dean and Ah-rii are lying side by side on steeply angled tables their arms held above their heads by straps on their wrists, their legs spread- each bound together by leather ropes.

The CR demon gloats about what she plans to do to them.

"Well, isn't this nice?" Her sickly sweet tone edged in ice.

Dean looks around the room and sees that it is filled with all manner of torture devices.

AH-rii hanging by his side has eyes as a big as saucers as she takes in the room's décor of instruments of pain.

"Didn't think we could take you alive did you?" The demon smugly said. "That is crucial to the plan Dean. You see I realized that you really are no good to us dead. Your brother will be so worried about you, just worried sick and he'll be looking for you everywhere. But he'll never find you… unless…. He makes a choice. It's always been about choices, hasn't it? So, we'll help guide his choices to match our needs by sending him little messages now and then. Little clues- like in a scavenger hunt, Dean. You always gave 110 of your self to this family -didn't you? Well, now it will be literally."

As the she demon approached his brother she was licking her lips in delight. "What should we start with, it must be something easily identified as your own." the demon mused. "Of course it's staring me right in the face! Those eyes of yours, so distinctive, either one Sam would recognize in a Blink as yours! And we'll send it along with an offer, he can make it stop if he just chooses to fulfill his fate or. …We'll continue. That is where your little fairy friend comes in. With an infusion of her blood you'll heal and we can keep you alive indefinitely-long enough to make Sammy see that it is futile to resist any longer-he'll be just hurting you every time he says no."

"Of course," She added. " we'll have to get more creative on the packages, you know what with leakage, especially as we start sending internal organs but what the Hell- when you care enough to send the very best it's all about the presentation." Her eyes burned with sadistic pleasure.

"It's a pity I won't be able to see his face when he gets them, the link doesn't work that way, but I can enjoy hers." And the she demon grabbed AH-rii by the chin. "That is why I've tied you close together, she'll be able to see everything we do to you, and even if she shuts her eyes she'll hear your screams and feel it when you writhe in pain by the tugs on the bindings. It will be delicious to watch her agony over your agony. I won't be able to make up my mind who to watch next!"

Then the she-demon snapped her head back and laughed the most gut chilling sound either of her prisoners ever heard.

And Sam woke up screaming "NNNNNnnnooooooo!" amid the blaring sounds of Bobby's demon alarms.

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