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Notes: I have big plans for this chapter. Also, remember I need at least two more monsters so I can add more cases in before the end of the story, if you guys have any suggestions. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and followed this story. Plus, next chapter is Callista's time in Heaven. We shall see what all went down while she was up there.
Warnings: language
Callista walked back to the motel happily. She had found a ritual that looked legit and she was excited to try it out. Something moved in the corner of her eye, but when she looked, she saw no one. What she sensed though was John Winchester hiding behind a building.
Stopping, she turned around and called out to him. "I know you're there, John," she said. He slowly came around the corner, face angry.
"And how would you know that? Using your super senses?" he asked.
"What? Where did you get that from?" she asked.
"I heard you, demon. I heard you talking to that poor mortal. What? Were my sons not enough? You need to put more under your spell?" John demanded, stalking closer. Callista didn't move except to lean forward on her feet as she could jump out of the way if he tried anything.
"Again…what? I'm not Loki. I don't put people under any spell of any sort. I don't have control over your sons," she said.
He just laughed. "Nice try. But for some reason, demons can't enter my mind. They've tried before, so your powers are useless against me," he said.
"Dude, I'm not using any powers." She was getting annoyed now.
"Lie all you want. I won't fall for it. In fact, you're going to be the one falling," he threatened, pulling out a wicked looking knife. He lunged forward and sliced the knife through the air. She squealed (something she'd deny if ever asked later) and jumped out of the way. He simply pivoted and lunged again. She dodged and ran, not wanting to fight Sam's father, no matter how big an asshole he was. She ran for the motel, ignoring John's shouts behind her about staying away from his sons.
She reached the motel and ran inside the room, slamming the door shut. She quickly put up wards that would keep John out for a bit. Castiel, Crowley, Kevin, Dean, and Sam all turned at the commotion and saw her standing there, back pressed against the door, breathing heavily.
"Oh, don't mind me. I just escaped your murderous father!" she said, slowly easing from the door. She knew the wards would hold and make John forget where the motel was.
"Wait, what? Are you okay?" Sam asked, hurrying forward.
"Yeah. I didn't hurt him. He seems to have it in his head that I have you guys under some sort of mind hold. He had this knife, a demon knife. I know I can't die, but I'd rather not fight your father," she said.
Dean gave Kevin a pointed look. Kevin cringed. "Okay, I was wrong. He didn't go get drinks. Sorry," he said.
"Never mind that. How am I supposed to fight John off while not fighting him? I don't want to hurt him," Callista said.
"Why not? He's trying to hurt you," Dean pointed out.
"I'm not fighting your father! I fight, there is no difference between me and the rest of them. The real demons. The ones who don't care who they fight or how, they just care about power and revenge. That's why I don't want to fight John! I'm better than them. Or, at least I try to be." She slowly moved away from the door.
"You will always be better than them," Castiel said. "I am not sure why you don't at least just send him back."
"I can't. I tried doing that before he found me. Apparently I have to be face to face. Plus, the ritual I found, I have to place my hand on his arm. That's why I didn't want him suspicious of me," she explained.
"Too late on that one," Crowley said, earning a glare from nearly everyone in the room.
Callista sighed. "Is Dimitri gone?" she asked, rubbing her temples.
"Yes," Castiel answered first.
"Your daddy took care of him," Dean said.
"Good. Now, here's the new plan. We're going to spilt up, and we're going to find John. Since he knows what I am now, he'll fight. So, whoever finds him, knock him out, but don't hurt him. Tie him up and we'll meet back here," she said.
Everyone nodded. Dean decided to take Crowley, since Kevin didn't like the demon. Castiel took Kevin, and Sam stayed with Callista. They haven't had much time alone since the motel room, and wanted a small moment together.
When everyone left, Callista turned to Sam. "Ready to find John?" she asked.
"Not quite yet," he answered, drawing her close and pressing his lips to hers. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. She shifted her head so that she could deepen the kiss, forgetting she had already released the wards.
Suddenly, they were being pulled apart. "Sam, run!" John yelled, whipping the knife out of his jacket and plunging it into Callista, right where Kevin had said he would. The knife went in deep, nearly separating her head from her shoulders.
Seeing Sam's horrified face, Callista whispered, "I'm sorry, Sam. But I won't fight him." It was getting harder to see, everything dimming and then going dark. Her body gave one last jerk, then went still. John went up to see if she was actually dead, but Sam shoved him away from her.
"Don't, Dad," he said, glaring at his father. He knelt down at her side, and placed his hand on her neck, trying to find a pulse. She couldn't die like this…Not from this…
"Sam…I saved you. You don't have to be afraid anymore," John said, watching his youngest son fall to his knees in pain.
"Why can't you listen?" Sam yelled, looking up at him. "She wasn't dangerous! She wanted to be human! She didn't fucking ask for this! I wish you had never come back from the past! Then she wouldn't of gotten hurt!"
John actually looked pained. He had never seen Sam this upset. The motel door was flung open and the rest of the group came running inside.
"Wh-what happened?" Dean demanded, watching as Sam gently pulled the knife out of Callista's throat. She still hadn't moved.
"Ask Dad," Sam said harshly. "Ask him why he felt the need to kill one of the sweetest creatures that ever walked this earth."
"Sam, she's a demon. They can't be-" But John was cut off. Crowley had John's shirt in his fist and slammed him against the wall, holding him off the ground.
"Guess what, Winchester. I'm a demon too. Her father, in fact. So not only did you piss off your sons, an angel, and a prophet, but you just pissed off the King of Hell. And I don't take too kindly to being pissed off," Crowley said, snarling in John's face.
"Go to hell," John snapped.
"With pleasure, but not before you go," Crowley said. He released one hand to send John away, but something stopped him.
"I wouldn't, if I were you."
Crowley, along with everybody else, turned to the door of the motel. There stood someone the two younger Winchesters never thought they'd see again.
"Chuck?" Dean asked.
"Hey guys. Long time no see," Chuck said, smiling as he walked further into the room. He paused by Castiel. "Hello, Cas."
"Hello…" Castiel was hesitant because he felt something inside Chuck that wasn't an angel's grace, it wasn't a human soul, it wasn't anything that Castiel had felt before.
"You've never felt it before because I hid it when I was masquerading as a human," Chuck said, grinning at Castiel.
"Wait. So, you're not human?" Dean asked.
"Nope. But I'm sure you can guess who I really am."
It was Kevin who spoke up quietly. "You're God," he mumbled.
"Very good. No surprise it was the prophet who answered," Chuck pointed out, now grinning at Kevin.
"Wait," Dean said again, struggling to wrap his mind around the whole concept. "So, you're not an alcoholic human who had anxiety problems and was writing about us?"
"Oh, I was writing about you. That parts true. The world needed to hear the Winchester's story. But, yeah. The rest was just an act." Chuck shrugged.
Dean sputtered into silence, unable to comprehend everything at once. Chuck turned to Sam, who clutched Callista's body to his more securely as Chuck walked closer.
"Don't fret, Sam. I will not harm her more. But I need to heal her body so when her time comes, she will have something to go into." Chuck looked at Sam expectantly. Sam slowly moved, holding her out. He seemed to be ignoring the tear tracks that were on his face.
"I need to clear something up though," the god said, healing Callista's neck quickly and standing back up. "When she returns, she will be mortal."
"How is that possible?" Castiel asked.
"I have given her a choice. Time in Heaven moves differently than time down here, as you remember, Castiel."
The angel nodded. "Well, I gave her a choice. See, I have been watching her ever since she was born. I admit, I was hesitant to let her live at first. After all,being a pure demon, she could of easily turned dark, making her evil and dangerous. But as she grew, I noticed she didn't want to be evil. She wanted to be good. That was her life dream. To be human and be able to help people. Even Lilith couldn't shake that out of her. So I gave her choices. She could of stayed the way she was, she could leave this realm forever and roam Heaven as its new resident, or she could come back completely human. Well, with a few powers. I wouldn't leave her just defenseless," Chuck said, laughing quietly.
"Which did she choose?" Sam asked, hope swelling in his chest.
"Which one do you think? Right now, she is up there, experiencing life as if she had been born a human. Don't worry, Crowley, I made sure you were still her father. When she is ready, thirty years up there, but only a few more minutes down here, she will come down into her body with a new soul. A human soul."
"Wow…" Kevin couldn't help himself as his eyes widened. Chuck laughed again.
"Wow is right. Now, I must leave, but don't worry. I will be more accessible from now on," Chuck said, waving at everybody. Then he focused on John. "You're coming with me, Mr. Winchester. It seems you are out of your time and I must put you back. You will remember none of this." He walked over to Crowley and John.
Crowley released John quickly, a little scared at being so close to God himself. Chuck just smiled. "Don't be scared, Crowley. I like you. You're much better than Lilith or even my own son for that matter. You'll make a great king," he said, placing a hand on John shoulder and disappearing.
Everyone was silent until Sam felt a twitch in his arms. He looked down and saw Callista's chest rising and falling as she took in a breath quietly.
"Guys! She's waking," Sam said. Everyone came closer as she struggled to open her eyes.
When she finally did, Castiel noticed they were a normal deep brown. Not a hint of red. She looked around at everyone and grinned.
"Man. I'm glad to be back," she said.
They took care of Fred Johnson, saying there was no reason anymore to be scared. Crowley forfeited his soul back to him in exchange for telling where the men were. The men were found and released, and their business was done in that town.
Callista and Sam were sitting in the local diner, eating lunch. Castiel and Dean were gone, probably making out somewhere. Kevin was back at the motel, meeting Charlie for the first time. And Crowley was back in hell for the time being. Although he said he'd pop back in time from time to check on Callista.
"How much do you remember from your time in Heaven?" Sam asked.
"Everything. It's like I have two sets of memories. One that stars Lilith and pain and death. One that stars just Crowley and love and happiness," she answered.
"Wow, that must have been something," Sam said, leaning back in his chair.
"Yeah. Wanna know the best part?" she asked, leaning forward.
"What?" He copied her movement.
"In the second set, I knew you guys since I was sixteen. We met while you guys were hunting a vampire in my hometown. We met the same way we met in real life actually," she said, giggling.
"With you dumping your iced coffee all over me?" Sam teased.
"Shut up. If Dean hadn't been so clumsy and bumped into me, I wouldn't of stumbled," she pointed out.
"Well, cheers to Dean then," Sam said, raising his glass. She grinned and did the same.
"Cheers to Dean. For he helped me find what I've been missing from my life," she said.
"Which was?" Sam was honestly confused.
"You," she replied, leaning over the table and bringing his head down for a kiss.
Life was good for her now. It couldn't of been better.