AN: I refuse to let the story slip again! Two and a half weeks is a really long time. I don't like how I wrote Jo, I guess it's a side affect of resurrecting, huh?
You know the deal: I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. Kripke (though you ruin my life more and more) owns them.
The last two warehouses were next to each other in the industrial district just outside of the city. Sam and Dean agreed to allow Castiel to tag along with them, though reluctantly. After all, was Dean really going to allow everyone he cares about walk into a warehouse guarded by demons who want them dead? Didn't think so.
"Maybe they moved Shannon somewhere else," Sam broke the silence first, "maybe we should go somewhere, get some food, maybe some sleep and pick this back up tomorrow."
Dean slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a stop on an old access road. He twisted in the seat to look at Sam in the back seat, giving him the greatest glare, "Where will that leave us? What? A former angel, a missing teenager, and angels on our asses 24/7? No, Sam, we have to keep fighting!"
Silence met the car again as Dean kept driving down the road. It was Castiel's turn to break the silence, "You know he's right, we should call it a night and get some sleep."
"Cas, no, we can't just leave her with the demons, we don't know what they're doing to her." Dean answered more tenderly. The truck turned into a lot with two buildings enclosed in a fence that stretched around the property.
"Which one do we go in first?" Castiel asked as he climbed out of the truck.
"I guess we're gonna battle it out," Dean looked at Sam, almost sending Sam a telepathic message.
They both raised their fists and sam chanted, "One. Two. Three!" Dean threw scissors and Sam threw rock, "Always with the scissors, Dean."
"Best two outta three," Dean bargained.
Castiel gave him a look, "No time, come on, lead the way, Sam."
Walking over to the fence, they scanned the perimeter. Dean was the first to speak, "Okay this is it, I mean who would guard the warehouse?"
"Is that a legitimate question?" Castiel asked, not looking away from the window.
"No, Cass, don't worry about it," Sam looked at Dean in a teasing way, "right, we should, um..." he trailed.
"Okay, it looks like the East door is the most heavily guarded, so we should probably go in through the West window," Sam suggested. Dean nodded in agreement and pulled the blade from his jacket and followed slipped through a hole in the fence with Castiel and Sam following suit.
The first couple demons went down with little fight. Once they made their way across the story, checking every room on their way.
Finally, after sneaking around for what seemed like hours, and many close calls, they came across a lock room. The door was begging to be opened. With the lock pick, Dean turned each of the (six?) locks, the door finally swung open...
"Okay, here's the deal," Crowley reached for yet another torture tool from the tray. Littered with deep cuts, that were not bleeding as much as they should be, all down her face, "you tell me where the necklace is and I'll stop all of this and you can go home."
"Go to hell," Shannon spat. The blindfold that was once covering her eyes had long since fallen to her neck. He took a random tool, a liquid, and splashed some down her neck. She screamed as the liquid burned and bubbled on her skin. She whimpered as the pain subsided to only a heavy tingle.
"Ah, the best discovery from human beings, acid," Crowley purred, but the hint of annoyance still hung in his voice. He dropped the bottle back on the tray and sifted through the assorted blades again.
"Why are you still protecting them, Shannon?" Jo spoke from next to Crowley, "they are the ones that killed me and my mother."
"All you gotta do is tell me where they are and the necklace and you can go free," Crowley tempted her.
Her answer was short and to the point, "Never."
"Fine, have it your way," He raised his arm and clutched in his fist was a small blade with a curved edge, almost like a butcher's knife. He was about to bring it down when the door swung open.
"Shannon?" a familiar voice called, "Jo?"
"Ah, would you look at that, it's the Winchesters and their little pet!" Crowley said with pure glee in his voice.
"Run, it's a t-trap!" Shannon choked her words out, coughing on her blood. A deafening blow came down on her face, shooting pain down the side of her face.
Gripping the bottle of holy water tighter, Sam looked down at Shannon. Her face was pleading with him, almost screaming at them to just run and leave. But he can't do that. She just a little girl, she needs help or else she'll die. And he knew Dean, but most of all Cas, feels the same way about her too.
"What's Jo doing here?"
"I needed Jo's assistance. I mean after all, she did raise Shannon with her mother."
"What?"
"Oh, you didn't know? Well, her family was killed by a demon and your father took her away and sent her to live with your precious Harvelles. I'm surprised they kept this a secret for so long. Kind of like protecting her from the dangers that trail you..."
"But why is Joanna here?" Castiel, daring to ask.
"I don't want to speak to you, you did screw me over once upon a time, remember?"
"Just answer the question!" Dean shouted, unconsciously inching slowly over to Cass.
"Well," Crowley began, "being the king of hell, I pulled quite a few strings. Heaven would do anything to get their hands on you three. Well, four."
"And you dragged her down here against her will?" Sam looked at Jo, who has been silent this whole time.
"Of course not, she agreed to come along with me!" Crowley looked at Jo. She nodded in agreement as Crowley looked at his wristwatch, "Oh, would you look at that, the angels are going to be here very soon. So, until then!"
Crowley snapped his fingers and he and Jo disappeared, leaving Shannon still tied in the chair. She let out a cry that she has held in.
Sam ran to her side and cut the bonds from her hands and feet. He gathered her battered body into his arms and held her as her sobs shook both of their bodies. She slowed her breathing and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize, Shannon," he soothed into her ear.
Castiel leaned closer to Dean, "Dean, we have to go before they arrive, you heard Crowley."
"Yeah, come on, we have to hide," Dean nudged Sam on the shoulder.
"That wouldn't be wise," A new voice spoke from behind them. They turned around to see the body of Adam Milligan.
"Michael?" Dean looked at the body of his half-brother.
"Yes, Dean, now step back, this is Heaven's business," he snapped his fingers and four burly looking angels appeared. Two grabbed Castiel while the other two struggled for Shannon, who was still in Sam's long arms.
When she was finally cleared from Sam, the five angels disappeared with the new cargo.
"You son of a bitch!" Dean shouted at empty air, "come on, we gotta find them."
"Dean, we don't even know where to look! For all we know, they could be in heaven or hell, one hundred years ago!" Sam shouted back, hours of fatigue both catching up to them.
"You're right, Sammy, we need help."
"Couldn't agree more," Balthazar appeared before them.
"Freakin' Angels," Dean mumbled.
"So are you going to help us?" Sam asked.
Balthazar looked between the two, and in a sarcastic tone, "No, I think I'm just going to sit here dressed in a bikini singing 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' while you two get yourself killed, yes I'm going to help you."
"Now that's great," Dean stated, "can we move on now?"
Balthazar looked down to his feet, "We have to ask Uriel exactly where they have taken them, but this is what I do know; They can't take them to Hell or Purgatory, obvious reasons, but Heaven, Heaven is too dangerous to bring two very much alive mortals. Their eyes would burn out and it takes a lot to get back out."
"Right, we got out," Sam pointed out.
Balthazar looked towards the general direction of the statement, "Because you were important and there was a more powerful force pushing you back."
"Okay enough with this crap," Dean interrupted, "where is Uriel?"
"He's with the rest of the Archangels with Castiel and Shannon." Balthazar looked annoyed.
Sam looked up from his hands, "So how do we get him here?"
"Figure it out," and with that, the sound of feathers filled the air as Balthazar left...
"You can't just pick me up and place me anywhere without my permission!"
"Sure we can!" Michael said from the corner of the room, "you did swear your allegiance with Heaven!"
"That still doesn't gi-"
"Stop arguing," Michael cut her off, "this is going to take a while so why don't you sit down, have a soda, maybe some candy and relax! You look like you need it!"
Michael left with the sound of wings. Shannon walked over to the table in the middle of the room. The walls are white with gold trim, there are statues and other items that line the room. The table itself was silver and there is a few bowls and plates in the center. One plate was stacked with candy bars, the other had assorted fruit. The bowls are filled with ice and embedded in the ice is soda. Most of all: root beer, Shannon's favorite.
"What the hell...?" Shannon spoke to herself. She turned and limped to the couch. Throwing herself across the top, she stretched out and fell asleep, rather quickly, in the room, like there isn't a care in the world...
AN: Eeek! Even I wasn't expecting that! Huff wow okay.
You know I kinda feel bad for Shannon; going from the Demons to the Angels so fast her head spun. I don't know which is worst...
Did you notice the similarities to that room that the angels took Dean to in 4x22. Yeah, i know, cheap shot.
Welp, Almost done, just a couple more chapters!