Chapter 9

Ruby left as soon as our conversation was over. She wasn't particularly keen on me being near her, especially when she couldn't be certain if I wasn't the one to yank Dean Winchester from Hell. I leaned against the Impala and sensed that I was being called. It was Bobby. I went to where he stood in the hallway outside the room door.

"Kelsey!" he hissed.

"Yes," I whispered in response.

"What the Hell is going on?" he demanded.

"I'm supposed to have a clue as to the conversation Bobby?" I asked.

He narrowed his eyes and glared at me. I arched an eyebrow in response.

"Kelsey," he scowled.

"What?" I shrugged.

"Look," he sighed. "Sam didn't make a deal to get Dean out of Hell."

"Uh huh," I nodded.

"Damn it! If you knew that why didn't you tell me?" he growled.

"You didn't ask," I smiled.

"Do you know what rode Dean out of Hell?" he asked pointedly.

"Yep," I nodded.

"Are you going to tell me?" Bobby demanded.

"Nope," I shook my head.

"Those damn rules of yours are a bitch!" he spat.

I merely smiled in response.
"I'm going to call Pamela then," Bobby nodded his head.

"Pamela?" I tilted my head sideways.

"She's a powerful psychic," Bobby rubbed his jaw. "I hate involving her in this. But since you can't talk."

"Be careful Bobby," I warned.
"You going to stay in calling range?" he demanded.

"Yes," I nodded.

The door swung open and Sam stared at me in horror.

"Hello Sammy," I beamed.

"Do you know what happened?" he asked.

"Yes," I nodded. "Something big bad and powerful, yanked our boy out of Hell."

Sam sighed. "Dean doesn't remember anything from Hell."

"Well that's good," Bobby agreed.

"Yeah," Sam murmured.

"You sound like you don't believe your brother," I guessed.

Sam's eyes flashed to mine and I saw the pain reflected there. He was grateful that his brother was back and fearful at the same time.

"Your brother walked into Hell for you," I said gently. "He'll love you no matter what."

Sam stiffened.

"What is it that I don't know?" Bobby demanded.

"There's a lot that you don't know Bobby," I quipped.

"Smartass," Bobby retorted.

"And proud of it," I grinned widely. "All right, so you're going to find this psychic chick of yours and I'm going to see what I can find out on the ground about our boy's jailbreak," I offered.

"That's a good idea," Sam agreed. "The others like you probably are wondering what is up as well."

"Unless they are behind it," Bobby fixed me with a hard stare.

"Bobby," I sighed. "If I were the one responsible for Dean getting out of Hell, I assure you that he wouldn't have been gone for four months."

Sam and Bobby stared at me for a moment. I frowned at them. I had spoken the truth. If I had been allowed to get Dean out of Hell, I would have got him out as quickly as possible and hidden him from the others. I felt miserable about it. For not only did Dean suffer needlessly in the fiery pit of Hell but he broke the first seal. That meant that there was considerable havoc being wreaked. Now it was only a matter of time before they started attacking other seals. Which meant that there was the probability of angels dying including the one that was in charge of Dean.

The door again swung open and Dean appeared. He smiled at me for a moment and I rubbed his cheek with the back of my hand. I knew that he had lied to his brother and Sam knew it as well.

"Why didn't you just come with us if you were coming anyway?" Dean asked.

"I had other things to do," I replied.

"What things?" Bobby demanded.

"Bobby," I exhaled. "You know that I'm not going to tell you. If I haven't told you in twenty six years, why am I going to tell you now?"

"Twenty six years?" Sam and Dean said in unison.

"It's not twenty six years," Bobby disagreed. "It's twenty five."
"Eh, you're going to kill me for one year?" I felt my eyes widen at him.

"The longest relationship I've ever been in with a woman," Bobby shook his head.

"I'm not exactly a woman," I pointed out.

"Yeah," Bobby nodded. "That's probably why it's lasted so damn long."

I shook my head.

Bobby's phone rang at that moment. He quickly answered it and smiled.
"Yes Pamela," he answered. "We're coming now."

I had to struggle to keep from laughing.

"Bobby?" Sam asked.

"Psychics are all the same," Bobby shook his head. "They're always getting ahead of people."

"That's why they're psychic," I pointed out.

Sam and Dean roared with laughter while Bobby scowled at me. He then turned on his heel and stalked down the corridor. Sam and Dean followed him quickly.

I stood there for a moment and waited for him. I knew that he would appear once they were gone. Castiel became visible next to me. His presence was still blinding.

"Haven't you taken over your vessel yet?" I asked.

"I'm trying to avoid it," Castiel said.

"You can't you know," I shrugged. "You need to interact with him in a physical sense and your angelic form just won't cut it."

"This is different than what I'm used to," Castiel murmured.

"Of course it's different," I waved my hand at him. "Before you were an observer. You weren't needed to actually fight any battles in this plane. The fighting that you've done didn't require this level of interaction. Now it does. Hunters are special. They've always been special. It's one of the reasons that they were chosen and shaped in the first place."
"But most of them get into this for vengeance," he said pointedly.

"So," I sighed. "They may not be righteous, but that still doesn't mean that they're not good."

"Why do they feel compelled to be this way?" Castiel asked.

"I can't explain it to you," I said. "The only thing that I can tell you, is that, all hunters come across the same training. The ones in the very beginning had to be led by the hand through the steps. But their knowledge is handed down from generation to generation. The most powerful and dangerous hunters are born."

"John Winchester was not a hunter," Castiel countered. "He was a marine who happened upon this thing."

"True," I nodded. "But Mary was a hunter. She was the daughter of hunters. Her blood runs through them. It is their birthright through their mother and that makes it more powerful."

"Is that why they are so dangerous?" Castiel wondered.

"In part," I nodded. "The other part was their father. John Winchester used his military training to assist in hunting. He managed to do a lot of damage while he was able. This was what he passed on to his sons. He couldn't quite match their instincts but he was not exactly shabby in that area either."

"You've spent too much time with them," Castiel sighed. I stared at him, perhaps he was right.