Chapter 20

It occurred to me while I watched their car drive off into the night that I had spent a great deal of time watching them drive away from me. I wasn't very happy about the limited role that I now played in their lives, but it was important for them to live. That is the hardest part for me to deal with. I went through it with Sister Anthony and now I was going through it with them. But this time the evils that faced them were not just humans but demons from Hell as well.

I decided that I would visit the Roadhouse and see if I could get a good grasp of what Ellen was about when I heard Dean scream my name. I frowned and quickly sped to where he was. I entered the house and saw a man lying in the bed. I was puzzled.

"Kelsey!" Sam called to me.

"I'm here," I answered. I turned and saw him standing next to Dean.

"She's gone," Sam said.

"Who?" I was trying to sort out how we got to this place.

"Ava," Sam said.

"Who is Ava?" I asked.

"The girl," Sam sounded exasperated.

"Sam," Dean patted his arm. "She doesn't pay attention to what we're doing. Only to the fact that we're safe."

Sam sighed.
"Let's get away from here," I suggested. "I think that you boys don't need to add to any more of your felonies right now."

Dean struggled to keep a straight face. Sam stared down at his hand; he had a ring in it.

"Let's find a motel and see if we can locate her," Sam agreed.

I followed them into the car and we drove to a nearby motel. Sam didn't sleep. He kept staring at his hand and was silent. Dean refused to sleep either and I frankly thought that they were far too old for me to me to be ordering them to bed. Dean finally dozed on the bed, however, Sam stayed awake while I kept my silence.

I lay on the floor and stared at the ceiling and decided to count the tiles. Sam grew restless and began pacing the floor. I concentrated on the ceiling and then he stopped pacing. He lay next to me on the floor.

"What?" I asked.

"Can't you find her?" he asked.

"I'm not a supernatural blood hound, Sam," I rebuked.

"But you can find people," Sam turned on his side to face me.

I studied him out of the corner of my eye and pondered exactly how to answer that statement.

"Leave her alone, Sammy," Dean spoke.

I sat up on my elbows and frowned at him. "You're supposed to be asleep."

"How can I sleep with the two of you yammering away?" Dean retorted.

"Your brother's parlance is quite colorful," I winked at Sam.

"It's not going to work," Sam lay on his back with his arm supporting his head.

"What's not going to work?" I was puzzled.

Dean chuckled as he moved from off the bed and came beside us. "Sammy, thinks that we're trying to keep him from going all maudlin," Dean explained.

"Oh?" I turned my attention to Sam.
Sam shook his head, "Dean, I think you need some sleep."

"Oh?" Dean's voice held a note of disbelief. "You're telling me that this chick you had the 'hots' for is missing and you're just concerned?"

"You're talking out of your ass," Sam scoffed.

"If you say so," Dean shrugged. "Just wait, Kelsey, it'll happen."

"You're being ridiculous," Sam disputed.

"Of course I am," Dean's voice took on a note that indicated that he didn't believe Sam.

"So," I raised my voice slightly. "Does this mean that the two of you are getting on each other's nerves already?"

"No," Sam replied.

"Your brother hasn't beaten you up for running away," I observed.

"It's okay," Dean murmured.
"Huh," I folded my legs under me as I sat up.

"You know," Dean stared at me. "Women have a way of twisting their bodies into the strangest shapes."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Sam asked.

"Look at her," Dean waved his hand at me.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean, she's not human."

"I know," Dean's voice lowered. "I'm just saying that in general women tend to do that."

"I wouldn't know about that," Sam said derisively.

"Oh," Dean argued. "So you're telling me that Jessica never did anything like that?"

Sam stared at me for a second. "Dean, the reason they can do that is because they don't have…umm…" he stopped.

"What?" Dean prodded.

"Well," Sam colored slightly. "She doesn't exactly have the same equipment."

I frowned, "Since when are you shy to speak around me?"

Sam stopped speaking.

"That's true," Dean nodded. "I mean when we did the measurements…"

I crooked an eyebrow and Sam sat forward. "Did the measurements?"

"I told you," I said.

"Measurements?" Sam shook his head. "I don't recall any information about that."

"When, she became human and we had to get clothes for her," Dean explained.

I turned my head sideways. "Sam, surely I told you that Dean bought me dental floss for underwear."

"Dental floss…" Sam's wore a puzzled expression until it cleared. He proceeded to howl with laughter.
"Come on!" Dean grumbled.

"How did she take it?" Sam asked.

"I'm right here," I reminded them.
"I know," Sam acknowledged. "I just need him to answer."

"She wore my boxers instead," Dean told him.

Sam threw his head back and laughed even harder. "Oh that is amusing," he tried to rein in his mirth.

"I'm glad that you found my foray into the world of humanity so amusing," I muttered.

"Come on!" Sam sobered. "It is a bit funny picturing you wearing Dean's boxers."

Dean looked at Sam, "Um…picturing her?"

Sam's eyes widened in horror, "I'm sorry," he said.

"Huh?" I was confused.

"It's a guy thing," Sam dismissed.

I nodded. "So are you two going to get some sleep?" I was curious.

"Yeah," Sam lay back and closed his eyes.
Dean followed suit and I watched them until I realized that they were fast asleep.

I sighed and picked up Dean first and placed him in the bed and then I did the same with Sam. They were so trusting. I walked outside of the room and leaned against the Impala. I waited for Micah to appear.

"It took you long enough," I glared at him.

"We don't know where the girl was taken," Micah answered.

"What about the others?" I asked.
"So far, none of the others have gone missing," Micah replied, "But we do know that this isn't the first time it's been done."

"You can't figure out where they hold the competition?" I gazed at the horizon.

"They wouldn't want our interference," Micah commented.

"I know," I agreed. "But they're actually managing to keep it a secret in Hell as well."

"You're worried about Sam?" Micah observed.
"Look at you," I mocked. "The very one who wanted to save Sam?"
"I wanted to make sure that the hunter Gordon didn't kill him," Micah became defensive.

"But it's okay for him to die in some sick competition set up by the Spawn of Hell?" I argued.

"I didn't say that," Micah disagreed.

"But it's what you meant," I said.

"You've spent too much time with humans," Micah turned away from me.

I stepped away from the car. I had no intention of destroying the car in my anger with Micah.

"There's no need to get violent," Micah said.

"You're going to let him die," I accused.

"No," Micah said.

"I thought only demons lied," I sneered.

"That was uncalled for," Micah admonished.

"Not really," I hissed. "In fact, what would you call it? Letting a child suffer the way that Sam has had to suffer?"

"It's his soul that's important," Micah reasoned. "Not his life."

"Oh?" I gasped. "Well that's so enlightening."

"You're too close to them," Micah told me.

"I recall telling you that I don't follow your orders nor Michael's," my voice was calm.

"We have to work together," Micah pleaded.

"We're not working together," I argued. "You want everything and you give nothing."

"That's not true," Micah seemed hurt.

"Oh?" I glared at him. "That deal to save Bobby? It was a trick wasn't it? A way of getting me involved with the Winchesters?"

"You met him in a bar," Micah reminded me. "We didn't push the meeting."

"But you didn't discourage it," I argued.

"You can't deny that your involvement was a perfect opportunity," Micah reasoned.

"Ah!" I exclaimed. "So you decided that the best way would be to make it seem like I was trying to protect them."

Micah became silent.

"Oh yes," I snapped. "The refuge of silence is always a safe one."

"When did you?" he stopped.

"You can tell Michael," I glared at him. "There isn't a deal."

"You have to do the deal," Micah frowned.

"Nope," I said. "I have law to back me up. I was willfully deceived."

Micah slapped his forehead. "Willful deception. I forgot about that one."

"Now," I said. "I should do what I was going to do."
"You can't," Micah said.

"Why not?" I felt the fury rise within me.

"Because, we have to get that gate open," Micah explained.

I stared at him for a moment. "You can't possibly be serious."

"We are," Micah was solemn.

"You know what's imprisoned behind that gate. You know what it took for me to forge that gate," I argued.

"Yes," Micah nodded. "I also know what it took to get Samuel Colt to build those churches and railway lines in that specific pattern."

"So," I sighed. "What you're saying is that those things have to be unleashed?"

"It's the order," Micah said.

"The Spawn don't know this," I frowned.

"If they knew," Micah shook his head. "They'd be doing the opposite of what they're doing."

"How did they find out about..."I stopped.

"Did you really want to know the answer," Micah whispered.

"The amount of guilt that I have carried with this thing," I said.

"I know," he said.

"What do I do with them?" I asked.

"Let them do what they've doing," Micah shrugged. "All we can do is wait it out."

"And pray that they don't get killed in the meantime," I said.

"So," Micah looked at me uncomfortably. "When the time comes?"

"There is more than one way to accomplish things, Micah," I smiled. "You leave that to me."

"That's the part that has me worried," he muttered.

"Well," I shrugged. "You've always known that I'm not exactly trustworthy."

Micah vanished at that moment.

I heard the door open behind me. I turned and saw Dean frowning.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I thought you'd gone," he said.

"No," I smiled. "I'll stay awhile."

"Good," he stepped back to allow me into the room. Sam was still asleep. Dean lay on the next bed and was soon quickly asleep as well. I watched them until they woke.