AN: I'm so so so very sorry it took so long to update! I've just been so distracted and busy with other pieces and schoolwork plus- Well, I guess you didn't ask for an excuse, but it matters to me. Well...
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to the CW and Eric Kripke (he ruined my life by the way)
Dean looked around the cabin of an old Toyota Tacoma they lifted from a parking lot. If they are going to find Shannon, they would first have to blend in with the crowd. The three men packed themselves into the pickup truck, with Sam in the back, he kicked the seat whenever they went over a pothole.
"Why do I have to sit in the backseat?" Sam whined again for the five thousandth time.
"Uriel and Balthazar said they'll help us, but first we have to meet them," Dean answered moodily. Castiel put his hand on his knee as a gesture of comfort. Normally, Dean would slap his hand away and call him a chick, but he really didn't care. He needed the comforting presence of Castiel. They drove on for ten more minutes until they reached an empty barn. When they entered, Castiel went to work on the somuning. Dropping random ingredients and chanting in Enochian. When he dropped the match, the bowl fizzled into a brilliant flame.
"Balthazar, where's Uriel?" Castiel asked suddenly.
"Or hello, as people used to say," Balthazar cracked.
"C'mon, we don't have much time, it's been five and half hours and we still don't have any leads!" Dean almost shouted.
Balthazar looked at Sam with a gleam in his eye, "Oh, Sam, that's where you're wrong. We caught wind of a cluster of demons not too far from where they took the girl. 42nd street, abandoned office building."
"So we can go check it out!" Dean got excited. Though he would not admit it, he had actually admired the girl and her courage.
"But seriously, where is Uriel?" Sam asked.
"He's around here somewhere, he's looking for any other clues," Balthazar mumbled, "in fact, he's supposed to be here, you did somun him after all."
There was a soft flutter of wings and Balthazar disappeared. The trio turned with Dean muttering, "Freakin' angels."
Climbing back into the truck, they drove to the office building and entered stealthily through the back door. Armed with only the demon knife and enough holy water for all churches around the country, they crept into what would have been the lobby area.
Running into the first demon, Cas splashed holy water in its voice. His skin steamed and Dean jabbed the blade through its heart and let the body drop.
One down, about twenty to go.
"Stay together, we don't need anymore casualties," Dean rasped. They hugged the wall and moved to the stairs. They check all of the floor from the first floor to the fourteenth. When they reached the fifteenth, they found a huddle of demons. They looked almost… afraid? When they entered the room, the demons made no effort to stop them. As a group, the Winchesters and Castiel approached the huddle swiftly, looking down into the center.
There, sitting on the concrete was none other than Meg herself. "Hello there, Clarence."
"Meg, what the hell is going on?" Castiel snapped.
"Well, Clarence, I was gonna ask you the same question. Judging by the fact your all cozy with Dean Winchester and the fact you reek of human and you're not... Hmm what's the word? Well let's just say that you're definitely not an angel anymore," Meg deduced, but causing Castiel to toss an embarrassed look up to Dean, "So are you gonna tell me what happened or a you just gonna deny it like always? C'mon don't leave a girl hanging!"
"Now's not the time, Meg, last time I saw you, Crowley made you his bitch downstairs," Dean stepped up, "So I guess the question that should be asked is how you got out and managed to find brain dead demons on your way."
"Oh, them?" she motioned to the demons that were still sitting down in their original positions, "they're empty, the demons that were I side of them are somewhere getting this girl that apparently holds something valuable."
"Who do they have, where are they, and what is this valuable thing youre talking about?" Sam decided to enter the conversation.
"Easy they're, tiger, one question at a time," Meg turned to Sam, "I don't know anything, apparently I still can't be trusted, even though I'm the one who busted them out of that hellhole, no pun intended."
Castiel looked slightly disappointed, "Do you know how to find them?"
"Well I know that they would be in an abandoned building, secluded, and most likely a large place. Maybe a shipping yard or perhaps a warehouse?" she supplied.
"And do you think we should believe you, you are after all giving us information about one of your operations, your own species. So I have to ask," Sam paused for a moment, "why are you telling us all of this?"
Meg looked thoughtful for a moment, "They stuck me with the empty people, and I just need you to do something for me, kill them, they want to destroy everything."
'I gues that's what they meant by saving heaven,' Sam mentally noted to himself.
"Well this is a nice reunion but, we've got the whole of creation to save!" Dean clapped his hands, and pulling Castiel's hand out the door, "c'mon, Sam."
Dean pulled Cas' hand back to the Tacoma sitting in the parking lot of the office building, "Okay, new plan, we gotta find all of the abandoned buildings in the secluded part of the city, anywhere that might hold a shit load of demons in one room."
"There is an industry district on the other side of town," Castiel thought aloud. 'I swear that if we were alone in the car without Sam, I would take Cas in the backseat,' Dean thinks, his mind crowded with lust.
"Right," Sam pulls out his computer and typed away at the keyboard, "there are a total of 3 building that are under construction and empty,"
"Well, it's a start," Dean said as he pulled a U-turn, now heading downtown...
The darkness swirled around me. The pipes were dripping with condensation and the room was steadily getting hotter. About into sixth hour of being tied to a chair, Shannon tried her best to roll her shoulders against the restraints. She panicked when she heard the door swing open and tauntingly slow footsteps to the chair. A hand whip across my face, "You're going to tell me one more time," the hands were around my neck now, "where is the grace?"
The hands loosened, "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Wrong answer."
A blade slid across her skin, leaving behind a streak of warm blood in the surface. Normally, a shallow cut wouldn't hurt as much as it did, but this was under special circumstances. The blade was wrapped in wire, sending a shock throughout her whole body.
Shannon shrieked in agony. The slice itself had turned black around the edges, "No, please, I don't know what you're talking about!"
"That's bullshit, Shannon," the voice was close to my ear now, "and you know it."
The blade pressed against Shannon's skin again, sending a burst of pain to her brain. A door in the distance burst open. There was a shuffle and muttered voices somewhere in the dark. A new body was in front of her, "Hello, darling, the name's Crowley."
"I would say it's nice to meet you but, you know, you tied me to a chair," Shannon responded coldly.
"Watch your attitude, girl," the voice lashed out, not with actions, but with words.
"You can go now," Crowley hinted. The voice, Mallory, grumbled. Her voice got farther and farther away until the door opened, then banged shut.
"Now, down to business," she could hear him turn and walk away a couple steps, then turning back, " such a pretty girl, too bad nobody would recognize your face when I'm through with you."
She couldn't help but to cringe as cold metal slip down her cheek.
"I'm only going to ask you once," Crowley's voice was close to her ear now, "Where is that damn angel?"
"Why would I tell you?"
"Because I have your little friend. Remember Joanna Beth Harvelle? She's not as dead as you think."
"No, that's impossible, shes dead. Her and her mother!" Shannon's voice was a little too close to panic.
"Oh on the contrary, little Joanna, say hi to your little friend here."
Jo's voice filled the room, "Shannon, long time, no see."
"How the hell..." Shannon trailed off.
"Enough, Shannon, he's on our side, you can tell him," Jo cooed.
"Jo..."
"Go ahead, tell me," Crowley's tone had gone from needy to downright disparate.
"Okay, I will tell you only one thing," Shannon drew in a long and deep breath, "come closer."
Crowley leaned in towards Shannon, waiting for a reply. She whispered something in his ear so quietly that even she had trouble hearing herself. When she was finished, Crowley's face contorted into a look of pure fury. He took what ever was in his hand and bashed it against her head.
Shannon could feel the metal collide with her head. Her head hurt like a bitch and she felt so tired. Closing her eyes against the blindfold, she lost all thoughts and slipped in and out of consciousness...
AN: I'm so close! I can almost see the end (Darn, I had fun too.)
And what's up with Jo you might wonder? Well, I don't know either. Sorry not sorry.