"You're right, I'm sorry." John admitted. "I'm not liking this new little tone of yours, but I'm sorry."
Inside John was a bit amused at how Dean had responded when John demanded and explanation as to why he hadn't been informed about Sam having visions. Of course Dean replied he had a better chance of winning the Lottery than John answering his phone. Like when they went to Lawrence on when Dean was dying. Some of Ares's words when they argued came back to him, about how Dean having no sense of self and obeying John like a puppet on strings.
"Look dad, visions or no visions we know the demon is coming tonight. And this family's going to go through the same hell we went through."
"No they're not, no one is, never again." replied John with a serious look in his eyes. Just then Sam's phone began to ring. He instantly picked it up without looking at the caller ID.
"Ares?" he asked hopefully.
"Sam~" a sweet dangerous voice answered, definitely not Ares. "That hurt my feelings, now I know who my next target will be if you don't do as I ask."
"Meg." he said stiffly. "Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window."
John stood up from the bed and Dean walked closer to Sam.
" Yeah thanks to you. That hurt my feelings too by the way."
"Just your feelings? That was a seven story drop." he said in disbelief.
"Let me speak to your dad."
"My dad?" Sam looked at John who got closer and shrugged. "My dad's not with us."
"It's time for the grown-ups to talk Sam, let me speak to him now."
Sam swallowed and looked at his dad questioningly before he gave the phone to John.
"This is John."
"Howdy John. This is Meg, so glad to finally meet you. I'm the one who watched John Murphy choke on his own blood."
No reply.
"Still there John boy?"
No reply again for a few seconds.
"I'm here."
"That was yesterday, now, I'm in Lincoln. Visiting another old friend of yours, he wants to say hi."
"John what ever you do don't give her the-"
"Caleb?" John asked, a slow panic starting to rise in him. "Listen to me, he's got nothing to do with this you hear me? Let him go."
"We know you have the colt John."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Okay, so listen to this then" There was a sound of metal meeting flesh followed by the sound of Caleb choking on his blood.
"Caleb? Caleb?!"
"You hear that John? That is the sound of your friend dying now lets try this again. You have the gun, word travels fast and as long as I'm concerned you've just declared war. War, has its casualties."
"I swear I'm going to kill you when I find you." John hissed.
"Mind your blood pressure John." replied Meg with a sinister chuckle. "This thing we're doing? We're going to keep doing it, every single person who's ever helped you, given you shelter, everyone you've ever loved will die unless you give us that gun. We might even throw your daughter-in-law into the melting pot what do you think?"
John didn't answer, merely swallowed and tried to control his anger and his breathing.
"I'm waiting Johnny. I need an answer before the buzzard goes."
"Okay." he murmured.
"Speak louder I didn't quite get that."
"I said okay, I'll hand over the colt."
"Excellent, now listen up." John nodded as she gave him instructions of where to take the colt.
"It's going to take me a day's ride to get over there."
"Meet me there at midnight."
"I can't make it by car and it's not like I can take a gun on a plane."
"Well then I guess all your friends will die. If you do decide to make it, come alone."
With that she hung up and John closed his eyes in frustration.
"You do know how ridiculous and risky that plan is right?" Ares told Sam skeptically.
"We have no choice, we only have four bullets left. Those guns were especially made for that bullet, we can't waste them."
"And John?" she asked. "He knows its a trap and he's still going to Lincoln?"
"What choice did he have? Meg threatened to kill anyone who's ever helped us...and she threatened to go after you."
She didn't say anything for a bit, just looked at the setting sun through her reinforced glass walls.
"Ares what ever you do, don't leave the house."
"Don't worry about me Sam I can take care of myself." she promised and then she sighed. "Good Luck, go and close this insane chapter."
"I will, stay safe."
"Always," she replied and hung up. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw Ares.
"Something's going to go wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"The trap the demons have set. The yellow eyed demon attacking that house."
"You think...oh course how could I have been so stupid!" she jumped off her bed and threw whatever she could find in her closet into her backpack bag.
Wait, what did I miss.
"The trap isn't set just for John it's also for Sam and Dean! The demon is not going to be stupid enough to let himself be caught by those two! Hell, he probably knew they were there since they arrived!" She opened up her lap top and looked for the GPS on Sam's phone. If she took the interstate now she'd be there in four hours.
"Please let me get there before they go after John." Ares prayed. She ran to the door and opened it, but when she did she was face to face with a demon. She knew because her necklace began to heat up and the thing had greeted her with it's black eyes.
"Hello sweetheart." it said before it slapped her and sent her toppling over a books case and she fell to the grounds, book falling on her and the floor.
"How did you find me here." she groaned.
"It wasn't hard, it didn't take much to make your daddy squeal." it drawled. Ares glanced sharply at the demon, shock in her eyes.
"My dad?"
"Correction, step-dad...you're first daddy was burned to a crisp." the demon chuckled and Ares only managed to sit on her knees before the demon kicked her under the chin making her fall on her back and slam her head on the floor. Her vision blurred and lights danced around her eyes while the demon knelt next to her.
"Where is he?"
"Most likely dead in a sewer." and then screamed in pain as Ares threw holy water on his face from a small bottle she had in her pocket. She sat on its chest, her knee digging on its throat but enough for it to speak and she glowered down at it.
"WHERE IS HE YOU LYING SCUM!"
"Try...to..guess..." is gasped followed by growling in pain as she dripped more holy water on its face making it's skin sizzle and redden. "Okay,okay, okay,"
"Say it you Son of a Bitch!" she screamed and dripped the last of the holy water on its face and it squirmed and shrieked.
"HE'S WITH BOBBY SINGER!" it screamed and Ares almost toppled off the demon but she held on.
"Liar!"
"I'm not lying...ghah...he just paid that old man a visit...we couldn't go in...that place is warded off against demons..."
"Well then...thank you for that information." Ares said. "Now why are you here."
"Not enough water to make me squeal that." it snickered but then watched in horror as Ares's eyes turned completely blue.
"You...you're-"
"Answer her question you filth." Noah warned and placed her hand on the demon's forehead who began to howl with pain as it felt as if it's brain was being barbecued.
"STOP! IT BUUURN!"
"SPEAK DAMN IT!"
"THE YELLOWED EYED TOLD US TO BRING HER TO HIM!"
"Where."
"AT AN APARTMENT! THE SAME PLACE THEY'RE TAKING JOHN WINCHESTER!"
"What apartment?!"
"I DON'T KNOW I WAS JUST TOLD TO TAKE HER TO MEG AND THEY WOULD TAKE IT FROM THERE!" it screamed then sobbed with relief as Noah let go.
"Thank you for you honest answer."
"You're going to let me go?" it asked with slight relief.
"The moment they realize you ratted them out they'll torture you in hell...no I have a better punishment for you."
With that she pressed her hands on either side of the demons head and light pored out of them. The demon cried in agony for a few seconds before the light stopped and nothing remained of the demon of the body as it had become into a pile of ash. Noah the slammed her hand on the ground and the ash went up in flames and when she moved her hand from the floor the fire stopped and the ashes were gone. Noah closed her eyes and when she opened them she was Ares again but this time Ares didn't faint or loose her balance. She felt as strong as ever.
It took her three hours to get to the motel room where Dean and Sam where, she was about to knock on the door but stopped when she heard their Sam yelling.
"Why did you stop me from going back?! I could have ended this!"
"There room was on fire Sam I wasn't going to let you back in there! That thing was already gone and I was not going to let you sacrifice yourself!"
There was a moment of silence before she heard Dean's voice again.
"You don't care do you? You don't care if you would have died."
"Dean I could have ended it!"
"No. As long as I'm around that's not going to happen."
"What do you mean with that?!"
"If finding that thing means losing you and dad...then I hope we never find that son of a bitch."
"That thing killed Jess! It killed mom, it killed Ares's mom and best friend we have to end it!"
"Like you said, Ares's mom and friend are dead. Jess and Mom are gone, but killing that demon is not going to bring them back."
There was a sound on chairs being knocked aside and the slam of a body hitting the wall.
"Don't you say that! Don't you dare say that! Not you!" she heard Sam sob. A Dean told Sam something in a voice too low for her to hear before she heard Sam let go of Dean. "Try calling Dad gain, he has to answer."
Ares just stood there, hand still on raised to knock but she wasn't moving. The way Sam mentioned Jess...it was as if he still...
I'm such an idiot. she almost laughed at herself. It hasn't even been a year yet, Sam probably loved the girl and then she came along. If anything she was more then a way to try and get over Jess but it wasn't working because the hunt for the demon kept bringing her back. Had Ares actually believed Sam loved?
Ares calm down don't do something you're going to regret. Noah warned.
Shut up Noah...
"We gotta go now!" she was snapped out of her thoughts upon hearing Dean.
"What to you mean?"
"The demons know we're in Salvation they're probably on their way to get us!"
"Well good! We can get rid of them here and now!"
"Listen! Who knows how many of them are there. The know we have the colt and they'll probably rip us to shreds. And no good to anyone dead! We're leaving, now!"
Ares finally knocked on the door and she could imagine Sam and Dean exchange a small look of panic and probably thinking of jumping out the window.
"You know if I was a demon, I would have probably just knocked down the door instead of politely knocking!" she called from the door. There was a shuffle of feet and Dean opened the door, looking down at her in surprise.
"I thought you wanted no part of this?"
"Can't a girl change her mind?" she smirked but avoided looking at Sam in the eyes when he got to the door as well with his bags on hand. "Sorry but I couldn't help overhear before I knocked."
Sam looked at her with guilt when he told Dean she'd overheard them and by the way she was avoiding direct eye contact with him he knew she'd heard the part about Jess and not caring if he had died.
"I know the perfect place where we can come up with a plan to save you're father."
"The cabin?"
"No, it's not safe at the moment. A demon attacked me, I don't know if more will go but it's best if we don't go there for a while. No I have a better place in mind. You're in a hurry right? Now follow me."
By sunrise they arrived at a car junk yard called Singer Auto Salvage the house in the middle of the place looked unkept. Paint chipping away the roof had seen better days but still completely in tact and a large truck with a Rottweiler sitting on its hood with a chain tied around the tree it was parked next to. Ares parked in front of the truck and Dean parked the Impala next to the truck. The dog raised it's head and barked twice. Ares got out of the car and went to the dog who barked happily and after Ares had let him smell her hands did she scratched him behind the ears.
"Hey big boy." she cooed and the dog growled happily. "Did you miss me?"
"Ares?"
"Hey Bobby."
Bobby Singer looked like a grumpy alcoholic trucker at first sight. Scruffy beard, old baseball cap faded of color, over worn long sleeve t-shirt under an old hunting vest, jeans and hunting boots. But once you got to know him he was a sweet wise man with a smart ass mouth but wise at the same time. Waved and then motioned to Sam and Dean.
"We could really use your help Bobby."
"Alright, but first things first."
They were inside the study room a few minutes later, not as un-kept on the inside but it wasn't clean either. Book were stacked high everywhere and the walls were covered in paper with information ranging from a wendigo to how to kill a genie.
Bobby left them there and came back a few seconds later with four small silver liquor canteens that had an elaborate cross design and gave one each to Sam, Dean, and Ares.
"What's in this holy water?" Dean asked.
"That one is." then lifted his. "This, is whiskey." he drank it while Ares who sat on the arm rest of the sofa smirked and shook her head before taking a drink of hers and realized hers was whiskey as well.
"Hey, how come mine isn't holy water?" she asked.
"I researched that necklace o'yours after your mom's death, the design of it doesn't allow you to be possessed by demons or allow any being affected by silver to wear it no matter how powerful."
"I'm glad I can come over how ever much I want and not worry about cutting my skin every time I come here, or drink holy water."
Sam drank his while at the same time reading one of Bobby's book on the desk.
"Thanks for everything Bobby." said Dean. "Tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if we should come when I realized where Ares was taking us."
"Nonsense." frowned Bobby. "Your daddy needs help."
"Yeah, well, last time we saw you you did threaten to blast him full of buck shot. You cocked the shot gun and everything."
"Yeah well," Bobby sighed somewhat no guilty. "what can I say John has that effect on people."
"That is so true." Ares said and she looked up at the ceiling as if remembering a fond memory. "That day I threatened him with my revolver is still fresh in my mind. Good times."
Sam looked at her curiously but didn't notice how Dean visibly flinched after she said it. Bobby however, did notice but thought that it would be better to bring that particular issue later. When Sam wasn't around.
"Yeah, I guess he does."
"Listen, none of that matters now. Right now we need to get your father back."
"Bobby." Sam said as he flipped another page of the book and looked at Bobby with amazement in his eyes.
"This book, heh, I've never seen anything like it."
"The book of Solomon." quipped Ares as she glanced at the book and Bobby nodded.
"It's the real deal alright."
"And these, protective circles...they really work?"
"Hell yeah. You get a demon in there, powerless. They can't get out. It's like a, satanic roach motel."
Sam chuckled and Ares smirked.
"The man knows his stuff."
"I'll tell you something else too. This is serious crap you three stepped in."
"Oh yeah? How's that?" Sam asked.
"Normally, you get about three, maybe four possessions a year."
"Yeah, and?" Dean asked.
"This year I heard of twenty seven so far. You get what am sayin?" he looked at all three of them. "More and more demons are walking among us."
"Do you know why?"
"Something is coming...something big. And you three and John, are right smack in the middle of it."
Bark bark bark!
Ares and the guys turned to the window while Bobby walked to it but the dog suddenly whine in pained and stopped. Bobby peered through it but the dog was gone.
"Something's not right-"
They saw the front door smash open and Meg strutted in with a smug smile. Dean slowly took out the holy water from his jacket pocket and Ares stood up and stood next to Dean.
"No more crap okay?" said Meg.
Dean unscrewed the canteen and got close to Meg but she moved her arm and Dean was flung to a book shelf where he landed and fell on a stack of books which toppled over and he passed out.
"Dean!" yelled Ares. Sam stood up from the chair behind the desk and pushed Bobby and Ares behind him.
"I want the colt Sam? The real colt. Right now."
"To tell you the truth, we buried it." he responded as he walked backwards, taking Ares and Bobby with him onto the living room.
"Didn't I say no more crap? I swear, after everything I heard about the Winchesters I'm a little underwhelmed."
Boy did Meg look like she'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed she wasn't just pissed off she was practically fuming.
"First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then she leaves the real gun with you two chuckle heads, and did you really think I wouldn't find you?"
Ares looked over Sam's shoulder and some relief went over her as she saw Dean appear on the door way of the study and leaned against it.
"Actually," Dean said in a low voice. "We were counting on it."
Meg turned to Dean and gave him and almost skeptical look and he looked at her, and then to the ceiling. She followed his gaze and a cold sinking feeling settled in her stomach before she looked back at Dean, a look of triumph in his eyes.
"Gotcha."