CHAPTER 10

Issy hates blood, she hates violence and she especially hates death, but orders are orders. She supposes everyone in the Supernatural universe is pretty much contractually obligated to kill something non-human eventually.

Unfortunately, Issy's spilt her fair share of blood. Sure, all her kills so far had been on supernatural beings. She wasn't as bad as a demon, going around and killing innocents, but she'd still… killed.

She hoped she'd be forgiven.

When she returned home, at least no one would know of her time in an alternate universe.

"Kill me?" Ruby asks, snapping Issy back to the present. The poor girl is barely hiding her fear, eyes wide, lip trembling. Her hands move to grab for a weapon, but Issy simply nods her head and Ruby's body freezes in place.

"I'm not one for monologuing," Issy says. She steps forward, drawing her angel blade.

There were so many things that could go wrong. She's honestly considering going back on her promise to obey all of Dean's orders. Ruby flinches as Issy steps forward, slowly balancing the angel blade in her right hand till it's perfect.

"You're going to kill me huh?" Ruby asks hurriedly. The demon tries to struggle against Issy's Grace, but doesn't succeed. Issy knows she might try and leave her vessel, so she makes sure to keep a tight grip on the demon. They were slippery buggers. "I'm going to die by an angel? Poetic." She spits. "An angel killing a demon."

Issy scoffs. "It can be fucking Shakespeare or Rhianna I don't give a damn."

Ruby opens her mouth to say something else, but before she can Issy charges forward the tiny distance between them and plunges her blade in Ruby's chest. It sinks in with a sickening shlick sound and Issy's nose scrunches up in disgust.

The demon in front of her opens her mouth wide in a silent scream. Issy waits until the demon stops burning from the inside before pulling her blade slowly out. "Gross," she comments as she cleans her blade with a tap of her finger.

She's not sure what's more surprising. How quickly Sam bursts through the door or how quickly he moves to crouch over Ruby. "Sam…" Issy begins, entirely unprepared for this. She hadn't really thought about after she'd killed Ruby… just about before. "Sam. I'm sorry… but she was a demon."

He doesn't respond. Sam fusses over Ruby's body, checking the wound that had killed her and then simply sitting there. Issy tucks her blade back into her sleeve as he sits, quietly. She wonders if she should say something else. Maybe she should just take them to Dean already.

"Dean asked you to do this," Sam looked up, eyes sparking with cold rage. "Didn't he?"

"Sam…" Issy grinds her teeth in worry. "It had to be done Sam. Ruby was a demon, you can never trust a demon," she concludes finally.

"Right," He scoffs and stands up, hands clenched at his side, eyes hard and mouth pressed in a thin line. "You are going to take me to Dean. Right now."

Issy gulps. "Sure Sam."

She doesn't move toward him though, and his gaze turns into something frightening. "Issy."

"Sam I'm not sure if I should…" Issy tries. "You're kinda mad right now."

"Mad?" Sam shakes his head, "no I'm furious. But I need to see my brother and make sure he's safe before I beat his ass into the ground."

Issy shifts. She doesn't really want to take an angry Sam to mess with Dean right now, but she also really wants to check on Dean. She knows what's going to happen, Alastair is going to get loose and she wants to be there if Dean needs her.

"Fine," she resigns with a sigh and places her hand on Sam's shoulder. Her wings unfurl and with a burst of air she takes them both to where Dean is being held. Her Grace reacts to Sam's rage, making her feathers bristle from her nerves. Hopefully this all didn't go to shit.

The flight takes them barely a second, but when they land Sam has managed to school his expression into something calm. If Issy couldn't see the slowly boiling rage behind his eyes, she'd think his demon whore hadn't just been murdered.

Sam's composure distracts her for a moment and she takes far too long to realise that the room they're currently in is empty. "Fuck!" Issy swears. She hurries over to the door to where Alastair is being held and slams through it.

Castiel is being held in a chokehold by Alastair, Dean beaten and broken, lying on the floor. "Dean!" Issy hears Sam shout. She ignores the younger Winchester however, instead racing forward and slamming with full force into Alastair. It reminds her a moment of their confrontation in the funeral home, and Issy can only hope this will end better than that had.

"Sammy?" Dean is asking, voice raspy and slurred. She hears Castiel gasping for air behind her and knows she's going to have to deal with Alastair on her own.

The demon in question has regained his footing and is now facing her, spitting a glob of blood onto the floor before he speaks. "So it's you again, I heard news of your escape. Capable demons are so hard to come by these days."

"Alastair," Issy warns lowly. Her blade slides into her palm, humming in anticipation. She's outmatched here. Even if her Grace is stronger than Castiel's, the angel had more battle experience than she and Alastair had knocked him to his knees in mere moments. "You should leave before I kill you."

"Now that wouldn't be fun," Alastair clicked his tongue. They circled each other slowly, so Alastair's back was pressed against the wall, and Issy made sure to block his path to anyone other than her. "I think I'll take care of you myself this time."

When he attacked, Issy was ready. His fist flew out with surprising speed, and Issy barely managed to duck to the side in time. Her heels skidded against the concrete floor and her coat billowed out behind her. Alastair huffed and tried for another punch. This time Issy wasn't quick enough, and she went down. Her head cracked against the floor as she landed, Alastair pounding his fists against her as he held her down.

The blows were hard, resonating through to her bones. she felt her ribs crack as he hit her hard in the chest, and then blood was flowing from her nose as he slammed his palm against her. "You break easy," Alastair commented. He grabbed her wrist, snapping it back. Issy cried out a yelp of pain, morphing into a scream when he twisted.

Bone grated against bone, and Issy felt the fire of pain burn through her. "Pretty little thing aren't you? You're a lot of fun." He punches her face once more, and then moves to snap her other wrist when he freezes. Alastair's eyes go wide, and his gaze migrates upwards.

"You had better get the fuck out of here before I drag your sorry ass down to hell," Sam tells him. Issy pants hard, her breaths coming as a wheeze. She's sure one of her broken ribs had punctured one of her lungs, and she itches with the urge to heal herself. "Choose now, demon." Sam's voice is calm, steady, but Issy knows that he's anything but.

He hadn't had his big chug of demon juice yet. Sam was trying to bluff Alastair out.

Thank god he had a brother who was addicted to playing poker. Sam had to have mastered his poker face years ago. Alastair glared hatefully at Sam, before his head arched back. soon his demon smoke was spilling out, travelling north and far away from this place.

As soon as he was gone, Sam dropped his arm like it was made of bricks. His nose began to bleed, and sweat beaded at his brow. "Issy?" He asks, voice barely more than a croak. When Issy can't find it in herself to respond, Sam lowers himself down at her side. "You gotta get us out of here Issy. I know you're hurting, but we have to move."

Issy nods weakly, and Sam loops his arm under her shoulder. When he pulls her up Issy lets out another cry of pain, shocked at how much it hurts to simply move. Dean isn't too far luckily, and as soon as Sam moves her close enough she reaches out and presses one palm each on the brother's shoulders.

It hurts to fly. Like her wings are about to rip off her back, and her chest is going to explode, but she gets them to some run down motel room before her body completely gives in. They land in a tumble, no more graceful than when Issy had fallen earlier. Sam scrambles upright, grabbing his brother first and hauling him onto one of the beds before doing the same with Issy. "Can you heal yourself?"

Issy nods, "I can. But not by much." Her eyes flicker to the other brother, who lays unconscious on the firm mattress beneath him. "Him first."

Sam scoffs, but doesn't bother arguing. He pushes his brother's bed closer to Issy so she simply has to reach across the small gap and press two fingers to Dean's forehead. The blood vanishes immediately, then slowly the glow spreads out, healing bruises and broken bones. By the time she's done Issy is exhausted, barely managing to press her palm flat against her own chest.

The relief is immediate and Issy lets out a sigh of relief. Sam watches as her wrist clicks back into place, her nose mends and her breaths became more even. When she finally lifts her hand Sam presses his own down. "Don't get up, rest." His words bring pause to Issy and she nods weekly, letting her gaze lift to stare at the ceiling.

"Dean awake?" Issy asks quietly.

"No."

She nods slowly. "What d'we do now Sam?" Her words slurred slightly, eyes drooping with exhaustion. "Is Alastair c'ming back?"

"I don't know," Sam replies honestly. He moves to the rooms minibar, pulling out a bottle of water for each of them. "Get some rest. We need to keep moving. I'll wake you both in a few hours alright? Hopefully before they come and check on the room."

Issy wants to argue though. She wants to discuss what had just happened, because she knows that Sam is still mad. Hell, she knows he's probably furious. However, she's out of luck. Her eyes are already falling closed without her consent, and her mind is falling into numb unconsciousness.

X

When Dean wakes, nothing hurts and he's lying on a bed. Certainly not where he'd been knocked out. There's a warmth to his muscles and bones, a soothed kind of feeling that lets him know that an angel has healed him. More than likely, Issy has healed him.

He keeps his eyes shut and for a moment enjoys the quiet of the room, the sense of peace settled in his mind- calm before a storm, Dean thinks. He clings to the calm, to the serenity, and opens his eyes.

His brother sits, waiting patiently at the desk. His hands at resting on his knees, eyes trained on a space above Dean's head. Dean sits up, sheet falling away to reveal his blood soaked clothes. Maybe Sam would let him clean up before… well before he said whatever he said.

"Dean," Sam greets, voice low in the room. He nods to the bed next to Dean, and Dean turns. He's surprised to see Issy sleeping there. He doesn't remember much, had she been beaten by Alastair as well? "I just have one question."

Sam's jaw clenches and Dean gulps. Right at that moment Dean's really grateful that Issy healed him, there was no way he could have this conversation all bloody and broken. "Why?" Sam finishes, gaze cool and face blank.

Dean let himself collect his thoughts for a few moments. Issy's quiet and even breaths brought a lull to the room, and Dean was reluctant to break it. "She was using you Sam. Getting you all hopped up on demon blood. It was wrong."

"It was wrong?" Sam lets out a derisive snort of laughter. "Dean it was our best shot at getting to Lilith. She was helping us. Besides, you've got your own angel. Why can't I have a demon like you have Issy?"

"What?" Dean snaps. His eyes narrow in anger, mouth contorting to an angry sneer. "How the fuck can you compare Issy to a demon Sam? She's nothing like Ruby!"

"Yeah well Ruby did a hell of a lot more than Issy ever did," Sam fumes. He's leaning forward now, on the edge of his seat. Dean worries for a moment he might punch him right that moment. "What the fuck Sam? Issy's done so much for us! What the hell are you thinking right now?" Dean is enraged by the time he finishes speaking, but Sam hardly seems to hear anything he said.

"You know Dean, I'm sick of you. All's you ever do is boss me around, try to decide what's best for me. Ever since you got back you haven't let me make my own judgement call." Sam stands up then, and Dean finally notices the duffel packed and ready to go, behind him. "I'm leaving, have fun ordering Issy around instead, Dean, because I'm done."

Dean watches as his brother steps towards the door, hands grasping the handle and with a swift tug he's gone.

He stills, completely confused by the events that just transpired. Was Sam really gone? Dean glares, he left because Dean smited a demon. Since when did that happen?

"Dean?" Issy asks quietly. The older Winchester startles as he turns, completely forgetting that she was there. "Hey Issy," Dean greets. He notices the sadness to her eyes and frowns. "You heard all of that, huh?"

When he receives a weak nod in response, he gnaws his lower lip. "Look," he starts. "Sammy didn't mean any of that. You've helped us out a lot, I don't know what he's smoking."

"Actually you do," Issy tries weakly. "Demon blood."

"Right, that." Dean frowns, pushing back the blankets to stand up and look out the window. His brother is nowhere in sight, all that greets him is an empty parking lot.

"Dean are we going after him?" Issy asks.

He shrugs. "I don't know. I think I messed up."

"She had to die Dean," Issy cuts in. Voice strong and confident. "You made the right choice. Sam just doesn't see that."

"Yeah well then what do we do?" Dean asks, collapsing back on the bed with a frustrated grunt. Issy pauses, thinking for a moment before pushing her own sheets back and standing up. She snaps her fingers, and her tattered clothes change into her normal attire. Red coat, vintage tee and form fitting jeans. "I'm going to deal with this, I'll bring your brother back."

Dean doesn't get a chance to stop her as she disappears from the room with the sound of fluttering wings.

X

Sam is far along the interstate when Issy finally catches up to him. She drops down into the simple gray Pontiac with barely a noise. Sam glances at her when she lands, pulls the car over, and cuts the engine. "What?" He asks.

Issy, slightly off put by his tone, sends him a sad smile. "You were going to leave without saying goodbye?" He simply huffs in response, and Issy shifts. "Look Sam. I'm not going to say I'm sorry for killing Ruby."

"I don't expect you to," Sam grits out.

"Well… I want to show you something alright? There's something you need to know about your dead demon friend before you make this choice to leave Dean."

Sam watches her, eyes reluctantly patient. "I don't know if you noticed Issy, but I'm trying to get away from both you and Dean."

"And do what?" Issy challenges right back. She shifts, turning to face him square on. "Face Alastair on your own? Find some demons for your next fix? Sam I never even went to law school and I know that sounds stupid."

"What the hell am I supposed to do then Issy?" He snaps. "You killed Ruby. She saved me when Dean was in Hell. She kept me from doing stupid shit."

"So you could kill Lilith," Issy finishes for him. "Sam I get it. I want Lilith out of the picture as well, but this isn't how you have to do it. Not by demon blood that's for sure."

He rages silently, breaths heavy and harsh. Issy raises her hand. "Let me show you this one thing, then I'll leave you alone, alright?"

Sam huffs but relents. Issy nods and places her hand on his shoulder. Barely a moment later they appear in a fancy study, clearly owned by someone with enough arrogance to make up for a kingdom. Sam's gaze darts around, taking everything in.

"Huh, well I wasn't expecting visitors today," Crowley purrs from his spot at the desk, glass of scotch in his hand. Sam startles and turns, eyes landing on the demon. As soon as he realizes what Crowley is, he darts in front of Issy and raises his blade. "Issy! Get back!"

"Sam wait-" Issy tries, but Sam slashes his blade warningly at the King of Crossroads.

"He's a demon Issy," Sam announces.

Crowley frowns as he stands from his kingly desk chair. "How do you know? I didn't wear my demon cologne or demon crown today."

"Hah!" Issy lets out a teasing bark of laughter. "Of course you wear perfume."

"Cologne," Crowley corrects with a frown. "Now Issy, why would you bring tweedle-dum here? Something happen? Did he touch you in the naughty region?"

Sam presses Issy further back into a corner, but she steps out from his shadow and places a calming hand on his shoulder. "It's alright Sam. You can trust him."

"Trust now is it?" Crowley grins.

Issy rolls her eyes and stalks forward, slapping her palms on his desk. "Where's the book Crowley?" Crowley quirks a brow. "Which book?"

"You know which one," Issy glares. "Its time Sam knows the truth about Ruby, about Lilith."

Crowley keeps her gaze for a long moment, before turning around and pulling open a cupboard at the back wall. Sam had slowly let his hand drop, blade resting lightly against his thigh as he watched the exchange with confused eyes. As Crowley unlocked the safe he pulled out a very old book. It's cover was worn and pages yellowed.

He treated it with care, placing it gently on his desk with a reverent gaze. Issy nudged Sam, and he moved forward as Crowley found the right page. "This is old. Very old, sixteenth century old. It reads Old Latin."

Issy looks to Sam and the brother clenches his jaw. "What does it say?" He asks impatiently.

"On the thirteenth moon of the sixteenth day, on the eve of the apocalypse…. blah, blah, blah… One shall rise, born of human, tainted of demon…. blah, blah." Crowley drones. Issy glares at him. "Get to the point Crowley."

The King of Crossroads huffs but turns back to the book. "And the first demon, shall be the last seal. Ergo, when you kill Lilith, you set Lucifer free."

"What?" Sam asks, disbelief coloring his words.

Crowley narrows his eyes, but repeats his earlier words. "When you kill Lilith-"

"No, I got that." Sam huffs. "Let me see it."

"It's true Sam," Issy tells him. "I found the book myself, it's all true. Ruby was manipulating you, trying to convince you of killing Lilith. She wanted to set Lucifer free, not prevent it. That's why it's good that she is dead Sam. You can't be manipulated anymore."

"I said," Sam says through gritted teeth. "Let me read the book."

Crowley stares at him, intrigued. "Can you read Old Latin?"

"Give me the damn book," Sam says in favor of answering. Crowley scoffs but hands it over, and Sam takes it, walking over to the corner where a sofa lay. No doubt he intended to read the passage for himself.

Issy watched him go, worry causing her brows to furrow. "He's a little slow that one. A bit like a moose, no?" Crowley muses. She lets out an amused puff of laughter. "I guess."

"None the less. If your little moose doesn't believe you it's no great loss."

"He's going to ditch Dean," Issy told the demon. "Thinks he can take on the world alone."

"Moose really does fit him then." Crowley lowers himself back into his seat, and gestures for Issy to come closer. She does so, and waits as he leans in to whisper to her. "My minions told me that the angels had Alastair under wrap, and that he's escaped. That wouldn't have anything to do with your idiots of associates, now would it?"

Issy shifts uncomfortably. "Perhaps."

"Right," Crowley heaves a sigh. "Well that settles it then. We need to get our priorities in shape. Now that little moosey over there isn't still on the pathway to releasing the devil, Lilith isn't going to be a happy little girl."

"If you're asking something, ask it already." Issy glances back at Sam. He seems deep in thought, eyes trained on the book and hands trembling from the knowledge he soaks in. "You need to kill Alastair and lock Lilith up." Crowley's request brings pause to Issy and she turns back to him with a frown.

"How the hell am I supposed to kill Alastair? He damn near beat me into ground chuck." Issy's chest aches just thinking about the beat down Alastair had given her.

"Figure it out," Crowley says as though the answer is that simple. He shifts in his chair, gesturing his his hand. "Come on Issy. I'm just the man who tells you who to kill. You're the one with the performance issues right now."

Issy glares. "Fuck you."

"Alright!" Crowley raises his hands in exasperation. "I'll figure something out."

Sam was suddenly there, slamming the book down on the desk without a care and turning to Issy. "How long did you know about this?"

"I heard of the book a few days after I was kidnapped by Zachariah."

The younger Winchester's jaw twitches. "That long?" She nods and he lets out a puff of breath. "So this all of this-" he gestures at Crowley vaguely. "When were you going to tell us about that?"

"When it was time," Issy tells him. "Which I guess is now."

Issy holds Sam gaze for a long moment. She isn't exactly liking how this is going, but anything to keep Sam from ditching his brother. They needed to stay together, it never ends well when they split up.

She wonders whether she's done the right thing. Issy is glad Ruby was out of the picture, but now there was a really big pile of shit to clean up. Alastair hadn't been killed by Sam's powers, and had escaped. Not only that, but now she'd just revealed her dealings with Crowley. Knowing Sam and Dean, Issy was in some deep trouble.

"This has been fun and all," Crowley speaks up after a moment. "But I've got a meeting in five…. so?"

Issy nods. "We'll get out of your hair."

Crowley bobs his head, his farewell. Issy turns to Sam, who's currently looking at Issy with stunned eyes. She presses her hand gently on his shoulder and grabs on.

She can feel his anger as they fly. Her Grace is writhing with uneasiness and she just hopes she's at least ensured Sam will forgive Dean. Even if it means they tell her to… well, 'fuck off'.

X

Dean sits on the edge of the mattress, watching some crappy re-run of a show. Issy appears just by the door, Sam in towe. Dean jumps at their arrival, switching off the television and stalking towards his brother. "Sam," he greets, eyes shining with hope.

"Did you know about the book?" Sam asks.

"The what?"

"The book. It was old, had this whole passage on me being manipulated by Ruby. Did you know about it?" Sam presses.

"Obviously he didn't," Issy steps backwards, closer to the door.

Sam glares at her. "You don't get to talk, Issy."

"Woah hold on," Dean raised his hands, asking for peace. "Calm down Sammy."

"No I will not calm down, Dean!" He surges forward, towards Dean. He turns and points an accusing finger at Issy. "She's been working with a demon, Dean. This whole time."

"What?"

"I saw it. She took me to his… lair."

Issy watches their exchange, a horrible sense of fear gnawing at her stomach. "Are you sure it was a demon?" Dean asks, voice lowering to a whisper. "Yeah. Issy knew he was a demon too. They're working together Dean. She's been lying to us."

"Now wait a damn minute," Issy interrupts. "I have never lied to you Dean. Please just give me a minute, and I can explain."

Dean bristles. "How exactly are you going to explain working with a demon?"

"I say we gank her right now," Sam demands. Dean turns to his brother, slightly shocked by his sudden aggression. "No. We're going to let her talk."

"Dean," Sam glares at his brother. "Do you not understand the word demon? You killed Ruby! For all we know Issy could be manipulating us just like she was."

"Oh that's just great. Now you believe that Ruby was manipulating you."

"That's not the point Dean!"

Issy rolls her eyes. "Guys!" They both turn to her, both with varying degrees of annoyance. "You're both being idiots. Yes, I am working with a demon, but he isn't manipulating me and all's I'm doing with him is ganking other demons."

"He's killing his own kind?" Dean asks. Issy frowns. "Not exactly."

Sam's glare narrows. "Start talking."

Having both brother's staring at her, as though they were looking at her very soul, was entirely overwhelming. Issy shifted uncomfortably. "Crowley is the King of Crossroads. I thought I'd help him out, get on his good side you know? He'd give me five names each week, demon's names. I'd kill them, cross off the list, then he'd give me more names.

"He was the one who saved me from Alastair. He told me about the book when I mentioned Ruby to him. Crowley makes sure to keep most of his demons off your back and he is going to help us take down Alastair and send Lilith straight down to Hell."

"None of that matters," Dean snaps. "The reason we don't work with demons, is because they double cross us. Every time. They lie and cheat and screw you over. Issy, I thought you'd be smarter than this."

Issy crosses her arms. "So what are you saying Dean?"

Sam starts forward, drawing Ruby's knife, but Dean grabs him to stop him. The younger Winchester's jaw works as Dean gathers his thoughts. It's a few moments before he finally looks up, gaze hard, but underneath his ice cold stare there's a building pool of disappointment in there. It damn near breaks Issy's heart to see it.

"Thank you," Dean says quickly and quietly. "For telling Sam whatever it was, but you can't be working with a demon." He continues. "Either you gank Crowley… or we drop you."

She gulps. "You're saying that I have to kill Crowley?"

"Yes." Dean steps forward, hand dropping from Sam's arm. "Either you kill this son of a bitch I'm hearing so much about or… Or you never get to see us again."

Issy shivers, not liking the hard edge to his words. Words she thought she'd never hear from Dean's lips. "I can't kill him, Dean. There's more to this than you'll ever understand."

Her words have this odd finality to them. The atmosphere in the room shifts, immediately becoming something far more somber when the words leave her lips. Dean swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing as he does. "Then you gotta go."


I uh... I don't know what to say.

... I'm sorry, so sorry Issy.

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