They drove over the limit into Troy, Vermont. It was a small town in the middle of a large chain of farming communities, essentially in the middle of nowhere. There wasn't much there, but it took Sera to point out that there was nothing there at all. No people, no animals, nothing, like everyone had just vanished. They parked on the street and got out. Looking around like they expected a bunch of Crotes to come barreling out of the buildings.
Dean popped the trunk and they all grabbed weapons and ammo. Sera delighted in filling her holsters and the machete sheath on her back. She investigated the bullets they gave her. "Black salt?"
"Some of them, others are filled with borax powder. Try not to mix them up, we don't want to shoot a Leviathan with black salt, it will just make it angry." Sera's brows furrowed as she shoved a clip full of black salt bullets into one of the guns she picked. "Why are we even bringing black salt?"
"There might be Watchers, you never know." He said, loading Borax shells into his sawed-off. Sam grabbed a chemical spray can, the demon knife, and his Machete. When they were all loaded up, Dean shut the trunk. "So, how are we doing this? Splitting up?"
"I don't think that's wise, we really don't know how many we're dealing with here, and one by itself is bad enough. We should stay as close together as we can." Was Sera's contribution.
"Agreed," said Sam.
Dean nodded, and they started walking down the main street, at least one weapon or nozzle in hand to defend them. Sera was taking several deep breaths like she was trying to maintain her calm.
"What's wrong?" asked Dean.
"It's just…it's been a long time since I've actually had to fight. Not since the time of the Fall, actually. I'm a Guardian, a nurse, a caregiver, not a foot soldier. Castiel would be better at this than me." There was a rustling noise that the boys hadn't even heard and Sera drew both her guns and shot at it once with each one. A man fell out from between two buildings. From the tattoo on his arm, the boys guessed he was a Watcher. She walked up to it and drove her angel blade through his heart. They had to cover their eyes from the light.
Dean blinked at her as she pulled the blade out and stuck it back in it's sheath, turning around. She looked up and saw their faces. "What?"
"What was that you were saying about being rusty or whatever?"
She blushed and shrugged, and then turned and continued on their path.
They wandered around the town for over an hour, but they didn't find or see anything besides the one Watcher. Finally Sera just stopped, causing Dean and Sam to stop short as well. She tilted her head like she was hearing something or sensing something they couldn't.
"They're close." She did a slow 360, and then settled on the church. She pointed at it. "There."
Dean started walking towards it but Sera put her arm out and stopped him. "I'll go through the front. You two take the back entrance. Try to be as quiet as you can." She looked at Dean before she lowered her arm. "I should say I'm sorry before this happens, so you know that if I could, I would stop it."
He didn't quite know what to think of that statement, but he followed her instructions. Sera didn't walk up to the front doors until they had enough time to get around back.
As she walked towards them they opened for her, and as she entered she beheld several Watchers and a very familiar face behind the pulpit. They seemed surprised by her entrance. She took the gun that held the black salt bullets out of its holster and the Angel Blade from its sheath.
"Seraphiel," A deep, unfortunately familiar voice said. "I thought you'd never come."
"You know me, I never miss a party."
"Yes, I do know you. Very well. As I recall, you were the one that dragged me into Purgatory."
"I'm surprised you recall that. I thought you were too busy struggling against me to see who I was."
"No, I saw you, in all of your beautiful glory. How you have fallen, this vessel hardly does you justice."
She looked at the Watchers, who were all seething, like they were waiting for the order to rush her. "How did you get them on your side?"
"That was not as hard as you might think. All I had to do was guarantee the protection of their favorite humans. The rest just fell into place."
"Hardly like you to give up some of your favorite snack food."
"I can deal." Those beautiful blue eyes looked at them all. "You know what I have to do, Seraphiel."
"Better than you do, Leviathan."
She braced herself, and within moments the bullets were flying and her blade was penetrating the hearts of her attackers.
Sam and Dean came out of the back rooms of the church, having fought off the Leviathans that had been in the Fellowship Hall feasting on the townspeople. What they found when they entered the sanctuary was not what they expected.
The Leviathan was holding Seraphiel by a blackberry vine wrapped around her neck. The thorns cut into her skin and her shirt was now stained by the trickling blood and the blood of the Watchers, who were all dead on the floor. The Angel blade was plunged into a pew and her gun had been kicked away into a corner. But Sam and Dean didn't notice any of this, they just noticed the man in the black suit with the familiar face. It was Castiel.
Actually, it was the largest, meanest and hungriest of the Leviathans using Castiel's old vessel. Sam aimed at him but Dean was too taken aback to move. "Hello Dean," The Leviathan said, in Castiel's deep, soothing voice. Sera gasped for air. She tried to jerk out of the way so Sam could shoot him but The Leviathan held her in the perfect place to be used as a shield.
Sera had been fearing this. Sam cared too much for Sera to shoot through her, and Dean cared too much for Cas to try shooting the Leviathan even if he got a shot. She was trapped.
