Chapter 9
Nessa pulled her hand taught against the cuffs drawing them away from the bars as the sound of metal against metal rattled so loud beyond the room that the reverberations transferred from the shivering pane of glass straight down the bars and into her bones. In a moment all her sarcasm, misplaced mirth, and sinister banter was replaced with a serious and dangerous visage. "Cowboy!" She screamed out before he and Sam even got a look into the parking lot.
She didn't need to look into the parking lot to know what lie there. And as far as their friend went...as far as Nessa was concerned he was gone. Besides she only had one charge today. Nessa held out her wrist pulling the cuff as far away from the bar as possible. "Cowboy! You need me!"She watched as he and Sam froze in the doorway looking out into pure hell before Dean cursed out loud and slammed the door shut. Without missing a beat Dean pulled the gun from the waist band at the back of his pants and aimed at Nessa. She simply stood there unflinching though as he fired two shots breaking her cuffs free.
"Sam stay with Ambre." Dean breathed turning back the way he'd some as he grabbed four more clips before wrenching the door open again. "We're going after Bobby." He said motioning with a nod of his head to Nessa who was smiling now as she looked out the window.
"Dean, you've been beating the shit out of each other for as long as you've known each other...you're going to trust her to walk out there with you... into that?!" Sam asked near enraged and in worry for his brother's health.
"Yeah I know...weird relationship." Dean half smirked. " Don't worry she'll either kill me or save me...We're good." Dean nodded quickly. Dean grabbed Sam's pistol from his waist band and tossed it to Nessa. Who immediately checked the gun inside and out before moving to his side at the door. "I mean it though you keep her safe." Dean met Sam's eyes referring to Ambre before he stepped through the door with Nessa who simply blew Sam a kiss with the reassuring whisper. "Don't worry Sugar, he's in good hands."
Sam watched in exasperation as Dean slammed the door shut behind him. Sam turned a circle in the room and threw his hands up in the air. "Alright...everyone stay away from the windows and doors." God he hoped Dean knew what he was doing, because right now even with all the explaining and the insanity things were slipping into some surreal headlong nightmare that had no real explanations save 'I'll tell you later' Sam broke his own decree a moment later as he looked out the window trying to spot Bobby in the mass of chains. He didn't find him and sighed hoping that there was a chance in hell against numbers like that.
"Do you even have a plan worth listening to?"
They stood side by side on the side walk that ran along side the building under the covered walkway of the second story walkway. Dean didn't look at her for his eyes were combing over the torrents of chains and bodies that seemed to move as one seething mass as he looked for any sign of Bobby. "Yeah." he whispered watching her preparing for battle. It was funny the things he'd missed the first time around having been in shock near the entire time, but Nessa had a way of preparing that made real men worry about their masculinity. She didn't lose any charisma doing it though. She was still all female - in a Xena warrior princess sort of way. It wasn't any one thing just the look of satisfaction that going into a battle brought, or the way she seemed to smile so dangerously at the enemy - the total lack of fear.
"I want you to throw me into the middle, about there." Dean motioned to the spot he was talking about where he could see Bobby's right leg sticking up.
Nessa's eyebrow arched as she followed his line of site. "You know he's dead already, right?"
"Will be if we keep standing here yappin' about it. You goin' to toss me or not?" Dean cocked his gun and held his second clip in his off hand.
"Sure thing." She shook her head. "You shooting you're way out from the middle?"
Dean nodded sticking the second clip in his mouth as he palmed the third one into his hand. Nessa simple shook her head again.
"Was nice knowing you Cowboy." Nessa smiled.
Dean smirked around the clip in his mouth as if to say in some insane show of courage. 'I'll see you soon' as he felt her wrap one arm over his shoulder and the other between his legs and with one hoist had him sailing through mid air. Nessa then crouched and took a jump to flight after him.
Dean aimed as he sailed through the air and then began his descent into the madness. The chain devils sent a waves of chains up after him and before he could fire off the first round he was wrenched downward his body tangled in the barbed chains. Dean screamed before a chain wrapped around his face knocking the clip from his mouth. He managed to meet Nessa's eyes before his body was sucked downward into the chains.
Nessa cursed under her breath as her faith in Cowboy waned. He had been lucky until now...and she hadn't counted on his luck running out at this moment. She actually felt a pang of fear for this man's safety which whole heartedly surprised her as she open fired into the demonic foot soldiers. A ground shaking growl went up from the seething mass, breaking plaster as the hotel shook in it's wake as sirens sounded in the distance.
Nessa thinned out the back of their lines and landed behind them causing a few to turn toward her in shock. As the first chain shot out for attack she dodged the coil and then caught it as it began to retreat. Nessa jerked slightly forward from the backlash but still held steady to the devil that had tried to wrap a chain around her. She chuckled slightly before she yanked him out of the group slinging the two to either side of him stumbling from the way they were all locked together. Before he ever got to her Nessa had shot so many holes in him that all he could do was slip to the ground and return to hell before her.
She released the chain and walked into the back lines firing indiscriminately at the devils. She had to be getting close to Cowboy and his friend. Nessa just prayed that they were alright - and she wasn't the praying type. She was nearing the middle when the first shot rang out. Nessa instinctively took a step back before firing at another devil near her yet trying to divide her attention on the section the shot had come from. The first shot was followed by another and another in rapid succession. She narrowed her eyes as she suddenly saw Dean and Bobby pop up from a hole they had cleared in the center standing back to back as they swept through the devils with shot after shot turning in a circle.
Nessa laughed out as she shook her head and kept at her end. Maybe his luck hadn't run out? She shrugged.
Dean really didn't need the new cuts and jagged cuts that now covered his body from the barbs...but damn Bobby looked a lot worse then him now and they were both running on pure adrenaline. "Bobby." Dean nodded to the left seeing a chain flying from the left.
"Got it." Bobby felt the chain wrap around his arm a second before he shot the damn thing off and then wrapped it further up his arm using their own weapon against them.
Nessa thinned out the back further as the first police car pulled into the lot and slammed to a stop. Nessa hated the police...they always made everything so complicated. To any one with any sense this situation was clearly cut and dry. There was about three dozen denizens of hell in the hotel parking lot. Obviously as denizens of hell these bastards wanted to cause panic and mayhem preferably with as a high a body count as they could get and possibly if they were working for someone high enough up there pick themself up a human in the interim. So Nessa's job was not to arrest them - interrogate them and perhaps slap them in the wrist because there was nothing to pin on them because all the evidence had miraculously disappeared.
Nope she was here to kill them. Police be damned today.
On another note she did value the police as protectors of the public as far as human hostilities went...just not the supernatural ones...as far as she was concerned they had just walked into the wrong play ground. This was one of those break protocol kinda days. Nessa smiled as she took flight and open fired downward trying to clean a path for Cowboy and Bobby.
"You know I'm wanted for murder!" Dean called to Bobby as the sirens and blue lights lit up the parking lot and the two continued to fight their way out of the continuously thinning herd.
"Saw it on the news!" Bobby called back with a nod before he fired again. "Won't much matter if we don't live through this." Bobby reasoned out.
"True." Dean said as he cocked his head to the side and put a bullet in another devils head. It took more to bring the beast down and he quickly moved onto the next one. Nessa suddenly seemed to realize that they weren't going to break through the masses and flew downward for once in her life cursing that she was going to have to let the humans deal with the rest of threat. She burst down into the middle and grabbed Dean and Bobby out of the mess flying upward.
"Cowboy get your cell out and call Sugar!...Tell him to get Ambre and the others and to drive them to Washington. I don't care what you know, We have to get some help on this." Nessa screamed over the rushing air around them as they flew ever upward. Dean fought the urge to pass out from the change in air pressure as he pried his cell from his pocket and made the call.
Dean passed into oblivion soon after...and the nights and days intermingled indiscriminately for days to come as wounds old and new began to heal.
