Chapter 14

The walk to the graveyard didn't take them long and they stood outside the closed gate looking into it. Oree was the first to move, heading for the gate to open it. She stepped inside onto the hallow ground, turning slowly to survey the area. Dean and Sam walked up beside her waiting for her to lead the way. She raised her hands slowly, holding them out in front of her and focused on feeling the tiny atoms in the air, searching for that little trail that would lead them where they needed to go.

"It's this way." she finally said heading off to the right making her way among the tome stones.

Dean and Sam followed single file behind her glancing around them being sure no one was around to bother them. Neither brother liked doing this while it was light, but figured they would have a better chance of finding what they were looking for. They continued deeper into the old cemetery with Oree zigzagging back and forth stopping at each mausoleum for a moment before continuing on. Dean looked over at Sam as he came abreast of him wondering if what they were looking for was really here. Oree came to a stop at a rundown neglected mausoleum in the far back corner that looked like it had not been opened in years.

The door was thick, dirty, and looked like it would take a stick of dynamite to breach. Holding up one hand, Oree carefully placed it on the door closing her eyes and allowing the power to flow enough to crack open the door. After that, she pushed hard letting Dean help her until it was open far enough for them to enter. Once inside they pushed it closed so no one would notice it had been disturbed.

spn

The air was musty and stale smelling as Dean pulled a flashlight and turned it on shining it into the darkness. Sam did the same adding additional light so they could see better. Shining the light downward to see the steps, they slowly made their way deeper into the room. The beam of the light showed a row of crypts on either side of them about waist high. Neither brother could make out the names on the front of the slabs as they past by them heading for the back far corner.

This was it; she could feel the pulse of the portal that was hidden from all to see. While Dean and Sam trained their lights on the area in front of Oree, she pulled a rag from her pack and began to wipe the grim and spider webs from the area exposing the surface to them.

"You see anything?" Dean questioned his brother trying to see what was so special about this one.

"Nope." he shrugged. "But it's not me who needs to see it."

They watched as their sister stepped closer and lightly ran her finger tip over the cleaned surface as if searching for a specific spot. After going over the surface twice, Oree stopped in one spot and let her fingers rest on the area. She closed her eyes and just stood there motionless as Dean and Sam fidgeted behind her. Ten minutes ticked by and Oree still hadn't moved a muscle.

"She ok?" Dean mouthed to Sam not wanting to actually say anything.

Sam shrugged, shook his head and waved a hand showing him he had no idea, but to just wait she was working on it. Dean made a Sam bitch face at him and got one in return. They turned back to Oree when mumbling caught their attention. Both leaned closer trying to catch what she was saying but couldn't make it out.

A soft light began to glow from under her finger tips as she continued to chant. The glow began to spread around her hand taking on a silvery, grayish color that shimmered and pulsed as if alive. The guys turned their lights off since the glow got brighter the bigger it became. They watched in awe as the glow outlined the shadow of her body beating slowly in time with her heart beat. Oree's eyes fluttered a few times before opening and gazing at the portal in front of her. She tilted her head slightly to get the full effect of the opening but didn't say anything.

"O-K." Dean drawled out trying to decide what they should do next. "Do we just go through that or what?"

"Oree what's next?" Sam questioned.

She didn't answer him as she continued to study the opening. Both brothers looked at her face glowing in the light waiting for her to respond. When she didn't answer after a few minutes they looked at each other and then back at her.

"Sis?"

"Can you hear us?"

"Follow me." she finally spoke to them before holding a hand out and letting it go through the shimmer disappearing from sight. Without stopping, she took a step forward letting the rippling and shimmering engulf her.

Dean and Sam stared at her in shock as they watched her body seem to dissolve into the continuous moving, swirling, rolling, gel like substance. They stood looking at each other for a few seconds before Dean bent down and followed behind his sister. Sam waited until Dean had disappeared before he stooped lower and with a deep breath he stepped into the portal feeling a tingly, cool brush of the substance as it trailed across his face and hands and engulfed his body.

spn

"Good god Little Bird how do you have so much poop?" Crowley complained pulling wipes out and cleaning up her bottom.

"Have to put white goop on her." John instructed him holding up the tub.

"I know, I'm almost ready for it. Gotta be sure her bottom is all nice and clean. Now I need it." he told him accepting the tube from him.

"Are you cooking dinner?"

"No, we're having take out what would you like?"

John looked up at him with a thoughtful look on his face before he answered.

"I would like baked chicken and rice and gravy."

"That's specific."

"Momma would make it for me. She'd make the gravy from scratch."

"When I get Little Bird diapered and bottle ready, we'll go to my favorite restaurant. You can have whatever you want."

"We get to go out?" he smiled perking up with the news.

"Now go use the bathroom and wash your hands good, we're almost ready. There you go love, all dry and dressed and ready to go." Crowley crooned to Samantha Dee. She looked up at him with huge blue eyes that stared intently at him before giving him a half smile. "You are a serious cookie aren't ya love? I think ya already take after yer father."

"I'm ready Uncle Crowley." John called running back into the room showing his hands.

"Very good, diaper bag and we're ready."

"Yea!" John cried throwing his arms up in the air happily as Crowley caught his hand and they disappeared from the room and appeared in a quaint restaurant thousands of miles away. John stared around in amazement as a hostess lead them to a corner booth and seated them.

"Hello Mr. Crowley, good to see you back, what can I get you to drink?" the head waiter asked.

"I'll have the usual and a glass of milk for the lad here." he ordered. "And a seat for the little lady here."

"Right on it."

"So do you see anything you like?" he asked John who was looking at all the choices on the menu. "Do you need some help?"

"There's no children's section on here."

"That's because children don't come to this establishment, it's more for grownups."

"This says chicken, but I'm not sure what else." he pointed to an item on the second page.

"It's a red pepper sauce that goes over the chicken and it's served with two side items."

"I want just chicken."

"Here you go sir." the waiter said as he placed a glass of wine in front of Crowley and milk in front of John. Another set up a seat for Samantha Dee and Crowley laid her in it.

"Are you ready to order?" the waitress asked looking from Crowley to John.

"Yes, the lad will have the chicken without the red pepper sauce, rice and gravy and what other side would you like?"

"I like salad."

"Then salad it is and I will have the prime rib with roasted potatoes and a salad too."

"Sure is a cute and well behaved child." she commented as Crowley pulled out Samantha Dee's bottle when she started to whine and positioned it with a blanket so she could eat.

"Yes, could you bring some rolls too?"

"There's some coming out of the oven in two minutes, I'll have some over here shortly."

"Thank you Tracie."

"Uncle Crowley do you think Momma will find Daddy?"

Crowley looked over at the young child staring intently at him knowing John would know if he lied. He wasn't sure how, but the kid had an uncanny ability to read people better than any one he knew, even himself included. He got his thoughts together before answering.

"If anyone can find Feathers it's your Momma. She'll move Heaven and Hell and everything in between to bring him home to you and your sister." he assured him.

John mulled over the words for a moment and then nodded his head. "Ok, I believe you."

Before anything else could be said, the waitress came around with a steaming basket of rolls and butter. He sat them in front of Crowley and bowed slightly before moving on to other customers.

"Do you like butter on your roll?"

"Yes please." John answered politely just like his Momma taught him. He watched Crowley butter a roll and sat it on his plate for him to eat. John knew he needed to eat a good meal if he was leaving tonight to find his Momma and uncles.

Crowley picked Samantha Dee back up and burped her as she drifted off to sleep. He laid her back in the portable infant seat and speared a roll for himself. He watched John carefully eat his roll noticing how well his manners were for a child. Mama Chipmunk had raised him well.

spn

Sam stumbled into Dean who was trying to gain his balance causing them both to dance around trying to hold each other up until they were steady again. Dean looked around for Oree and finally found her over in the corner looking at the far wall. Dean and Sam glanced around at the chamber they were now in. Sam stepped forward and stared intently at the wall in front of them amazed at the soft glow emitting from it. He put his hand up to touch the wall, but stopped before it actually came in contact with it. There was something about the way the pulsing vibrated that caused him to pause, not really wanting to touch it but finding it hard to stop himself. It was like he knew there was something different about the wall in that area and it bothered him.

"Don't touch Sammy." Oree's soft voice echoed in his head making him jerk back and wipe his hand on his pants trying to wipe off nothing from his fingers.

"What is that?" Dean asked stepping up beside him and looking closer at the wall. As the soft light danced across the wall, he could see inscriptions etched into it in language he had never seen before. "You know what this is?"

"No, it's something I've never come across."

"This is not weird at all, piece of cake." Dean mumbled.

"Come on." Oree told them.

They walked over to their sister who was still staring at the wall in front of her with her head cocked to the side slightly, just like Castiel. She raised her hands and held them up to the wall mere millimeters from it, but not quite touching it. Sam and Dean watched in wonderment as the wall seemed to sing to her. They turned and looked at each other as a gentle humming filled the room and seemed to caress their entire bodies.

Oree hummed softly to the wall dancing her fingers almost like she was playing a musical instrument on the wall. The pulsing and humming seemed to center on her making that part of the wall brighter and illuminating the sigils and writing on that part of the wall. Oree began to read the writing from right to left letting each word imprint on her brain as she memorized each and every one. Once the wall had been read, Oree stepped back and slipped a silver knife from her jeans pocket.

Dean stepped toward her when she flipped it open and ran the sharp blade down her palm letting her blood welt up around it.

"Its fine." she whispered glancing at him causing him to stop when he saw her expression.

Turning back to the wall, she used her uncut hand to guide her eyes across the writing, pausing at different words and pressing her cut hand to the wall leaving her mark. She did that six more times at different intervals up and down the wall before chanting in Enochian. Sam looked over her head at Dean with a look of surprise on his face not knowing she knew the language. Dean shrugged his shoulders like nothing surprised him when it came to their little sister. When the last word was spoken, Oree raised her hands to the Heavens opening her eyes that were now a brilliant blue/black and shone like the brightest stars.

Trembling began to rock the room as the blood sacrifice rocks started to glow so brightly that Sam and Dean had to shield their eyes from it. The light seemed to envelope their sister before swirling in a whirlwind in front of her. Without hesitation, Oree walked into the churning mass allowing it to transport her through the wall. Neither brother hesitated as they stepped into the churning mass after their sister never once thinking about anything but to back her up.

Thanks for reading reviews are awesome. NC