Twenty Five
We approached the house as the sun began to rise, the junk yard was bathed in a beautiful coral light. The air was still and the whole area was quiet. This was my first clue that something was amiss, normally at this time of morning you could hear bird calls and crickets, but there was nothing, it was deathly silent. I could sense that Dean felt it too, he tensed up as we got nearer to Bobbys.
"Something's not right." he mumbled frowning, his eyes scanning the front of the house. Nothing looked out of place, Bobbys truck was parked in its usual spot and my mustang was parked next to it. I was grateful to Dylan for bringing it back here, I had been planning on asking her to to drive me back to the bar to pick it up. We pulled up, Dean turned off the engine and we sat for a few minutes, staring at the house. Dean reached into the back of the car, grabbing a khaki duffel bag and pulling it onto his lap. He unzipped it to reveal seven or eight knives, a pearl handled pistol and a sawn off shotgun, he pulled out the two guns.
"Pick your poison." he said grimly and I grabbed the sawn off, I cracked it open and saw it was loaded.
"Salt rounds?" I asked.
"Yeah." he replied handing me a few more shells as he checked the pistol. We exited the car and moved towards the house as quietly as possible. Dean motioned he was going right and that I should go left, I nodded, raising the sawn off. Around the left of the house I could see nothing wrong so I headed around the back, I heard a whistle and moved quickly around to Dean. On the right side one of the windows was smashed.
"Demons?" Dean asked looking at the red paint on the broken glass, I shook my head and shuddered slightly.
"Angels." I replied, dean looked at me sharply, "that was one of the enochian angel warding symbols." I explained.
"Question," Dean looked at me, "how is it that Dylan can pop in and out of the house if it is warded against angels?" he asked.
"Well Dylan was panicking when Bobby originally warded the house but we managed to add a few symbols allowing only her to enter." I answered.
"Did she know about the misspelled one?" he asked. I shook my head.
"No, that wasn't us, enochian is hard to master, I've been learning practically since I could read, you guys have only been using the symbols for a few years, one small flick the wrong way and you end up saying 'I like turtles' instead of a banishment." I smiled at the memory of some of the things I had accidentally written over the years.
"So breaking that symbol would be the only way another angel could get in now, seeing as Bobby fixed the symbol that was wrong?" he asked.
"Yep." I grimaced, "question is, which angel and who are they after?" I questioned, with a house full of hunters and a rouge angel it could be any one of us.
"We had better find..." Dean started before a loud bang cut him off. I placed my finger to my lips and motioned to the back door, Dean nodded and we moved quickly. When we reached the door I peered through the glass and saw two men in black suits standing in the hallway, I motioned to Dean to look, he looked in quickly.
"Angels?" he asked. I nodded, I could see their wings, both were very similar, the same colours, dark grey with red feathers so dark they almost looked brown, like blood that has been in the sun for a few days.
"Well these are no good then." Dean sighed looking down at his gun. I gave him an apologetic look. There wasn't much we could use against them, even Dean's demon knife would be like a pin prick to these angels. I suddenly remembered that there was a way we might have something we could use.
"Back to the car!" I told Dean, he looked puzzled but followed me back to the impala, climbing in I grabbed his weapon bag and pulled out one of the knives and my butterfly knife. Carving some enochian symbols into the hilt with my butterfly knife I began to chant.
"Domine Deus noster, Deus Sábaoth fortis viribus pollens pugnam, semel miris fortitudo dedit puero tuo David concedentes, illi victoriam de adversario Goliath blasphemum. propitius;suscipe deprecationem nostram humilitatem. Mitte benedictionem tuam super hos arma caelestia. Ut det illis virtutem et potestatem auxilium Ecclesiae, pauperes, viduas, et te, hereditatem terram, et horribilis et terribilis ad eos exercitus hostium; da populo tuo in salutem magnam gloriam tuam, quia factus es nobis. Duis praesidia misimus et in laudem et gloriam et. Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus sancti, nunc et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen," I finished and began rifling through the bag, "holy water?" I asked Dean who was staring at me like I had grown an extra head, "holy water!" I demanded and he pulled a small flask out of his pocket.
"Thanks," I poured some holy water over the knife, "Triangulis, une Benedictio Dei Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti Haec arma descenderet, atque hi qui remanserant super eos, Est veritas Christi fidem. Amen." I recited and then repeated the process with another knife from the bag.
"Ok what did you just do?" Dean asked as I handed him one of the weapons.
"I blessed the knives and carved anti angel sigils into the handles, I read somewhere that if you do what I just did it can injure angels, I mean it won't kill them, but it should buy us some time," I told him and he grinned at me, "what?"
"You are one hot nerd." he laughed, I elbowed him before giving him a kiss.
"Thanks, now let's do this!" I said and we jumped out of the impala and made our way to the front door. We tried to avoid making the porch stairs creak but the angels, having supersonic hearing, heard us coming. The two large angels we had seen in the hallway materialised in front of us.
"You two must come with us!" one of them intoned making a grab for me.
"Like hell we are!" Dean yelled.
"Here goes nothing!" I mumbled stabbing the larger of the two in the arm. He shrieked in agony and looked at the knife in surprise.
"That's not possible!" he bellowed, lunging for me again.
"You fly boys never learn." I mocked, this time stabbing him in the stomach, he crumpled to the ground clutching the wound and moaning. I looked over to Dean just to see him stab the angel in the hand, I moved behind the angel and stabbed him in the base of the neck, he fell forwards screaming and, surprisingly, bleeding.
"I had him you know!" Dean huffed and I grinned.
"I know, but my way was faster." I laughed pushing through the front door. I could smell a sweet burning from upstairs, I motioned to Dean that I was going upstairs and he nodded heading towards the kitchen. I bounded up the stairs, taking two at a time, I got to the door of Dylans room and the sickly sweet burning smell was now so strong I could barely breathe. I flung open the pink door to find another hulking angel with grey and red wings standing guard and Dylan in the centre of a circle of flames.
"YOU!" the hulking angel yelled and lurched towards me, I stabbed out and caught the side of his head, he screamed shrilly and collapsed, Dylan gasped at the sight of an angel being felled so easily by a seemingly normal knife.
"Rayne, where did you get that?" she asked.
"Dean's bag, I blessed it and carved some enochian on it, works great right?" I called back as I raced to the bathroom, I found a mop bucket and filled it with water.
"I can't believe they got me!" she pouted as I doused the flames, allowing her to step out.
"Holy oil?" I asked hugging her. She nodded and flicked out her angel blade, which had orange and red beads and a yellow feather attached this time.
"Come on we have to save Dad!" she yelled as we rushed down the stairs, we saw another angel with a stab wound to the chest in the hallway and stepped over him to get to the kitchen. As we crossed the doorway I heard a familiar voice that made my blood run cold.
"Ah so you have joined us Miss Murphy and you too Miss Singer, or should I call you Sofiel?" the angel sneered as he spun around. It was the same angel from my dreams, the suit, the bald head, the sneer in the voice and the wings, those huge grey wings, their shape so different from most other angels, they were feathery like every angels but they were shaped like bat wings, demon wings, this was one corrupted angel. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dylan flinch when the angel used her angel name. I looked past the angel and saw Sam, Bobby and Dean strapped to the kitchen chairs, Deans face was slightly bloodied and he was slumped over. I took a step towards him but the angel flicked his hand and I was flung backwards into the wall.
"Zachariah!" Dylan hissed and he chuckled.
"Oh dear Sofiel, it's been so long since we last chatted, the last time was almost a hundred years ago, when Michael had just started training you. I must say Michael was very disappointed when his favourite student up and abandoned him. Imagine finding you here on earth with hunters. And not just any hunters, you've managed to find not only your old mentors vessel but Lucifers vessel too. Not even mentioning this abomination," he said pointing to me, "really I must thank Castiel for drawing her to my attention, it has made my job so much easier." he chuckled again sending cold shivers down my spine.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" I yelled picking myself up off the kitchen floor.
"Oh you didn't know?" he sneered, "Sammy here is Lucifers vessel and your little boy toy is the Michael Sword."
"What? Why?" I looked over at the boys and then at Dylan in confusion.
"That isn't important right now," he raised his hand, "what is important, is you Miss Murphy, well to be more specific, your blood." he clenched his hand into a fist and I felt my throat tighten. As the pressure around my airways got tighter and tighter I began to black out.
"STOP!" Dylan screamed at the top of her lungs and I felt the pressure ease.
"Or what baby angel?" he sneered, "you'll stick me with that pathetic excuse for an angel blade? What's that you've got on there? Beads? Feathers? Oh how adorable."
"Zachariah you have two choices, you can leave now and I will let you or you can continue to try and hurt my family and I will kill you." Dylan hissed between her gritted teeth. Zachariah roared with laughter and whipped out his angel blade.
"Oh Sofiel, you think you could harm me? I am older than humanity itself, you, well you are just barely two hundred and fifty, you aren't even out of diapers by angel standards."
"You forget Zachariah, I studied under Michael, I was the best of the best, he taught me everything he knew. Including how to take down vicious little roaches like you!" she growled. I watched Zachariahs face drop slightly when he realised the truth in what she said but he quickly pulled himself together. His eyes were fixed on Dylan, her wings were as bright as ever and glowing like they had at the cabin.
"Last chance Zachariah." Dylan told him looking him dead in the face. I took the opportunity to crawl over to the boys, I undid the rope around Sams hands and he began to undo Bobby while I checked on Dean, he was unconscious, something had hit him hard in the face, or his face had been hit hard against something. I didn't untie him because I was worried he would slide out of the chair. Zachariah stood still staring at Dylans wings.
"You are more powerful than I imagined Sofiel," he mumbled, "perhaps you should join us, help us complete the plans of our father, your lover is one of us, I could speak to Michael, I am sure he would be happy to take you back under his wing."
"No chance, I left heaven because of assholes like you, because I didn't agree with the plan Michael had. He was like a big brother to me and leaving him nearly killed me. But he had grown crazy with the power he had gotten since God left. You call God our father? No. You tied my father to a chair, my family is here in this room, not in heaven with you." she said, tears running down her face.
"Your choice, I will be back and I will kill you," he spun around and faced me as I kneeled at Deans feet, trying to rouse him, "until we meet again Rayne." he smirked clicking his fingers and vanishing. I looked over at Dylan, she hadn't moved, Sam moved into the hallway.
"The other angels are gone." Sam called to us. Dylan didn't react.
"What the hell just happened?" Bobby asked.
"Dylan!" I yelled, "Dylan, come fix Dean, please Dylan!"
Dylan put away her angel blade, walked over to Dean and touched him on the head. His wounds healed instantly and he woke up.
"Rayne?" he mumbled, "what happened?" I kissed him and undid the rope around his hands.
"You're an angel!?" Bobby yelled, facing Dylan, she flinched at the anger coming from him.
"Yeah Dad, I am." she sniffed, the tears coming faster now.
"How long?" Sam asked stepping back into the room.
"Since this vessel was three, right after the accident." she replied not taking her eyes off Bobby.
"You've lied to me all these years?" Bobby spat, turning away from her.
"No Dad, it's not like that!" she cried grabbing his arm but he wrenched it away from her.
"Don't you dare call me that, you ain't my daughter and I sure as hell ain't your dad!" he yelled. Dylan sobbed but said nothing.
"Bobby, stop!" I said helping Dean from the seat.
"Don't you say anything Rayne," he yelled turning back to Dylan, "I want you out of my house! I never want to see you again!" he screamed at her. Dylan didn't say a word as Castiel suddenly appeared in the room.
"Dylan!" he gasped running to her, "I was worried you were injured!" he said as he reached for her. Dylan slapped him roughly in across the face, Castiel looked puzzled.
"You led that bastard here! Don't touch me! I hate you! Get lost!" she screamed and Castiel disappeared, "I'm going now Da... I mean Bobby, I'm sorry!" she sobbed as she vanished.
"Dylan! Come back!" I called to her but she ignored me.
"How long have you known?" Bobby growled at me.
"Since we first met, I saw her wings, I have demon in me Bobby, you might as well know, but I'm still the same girl you helped raise. Dylan is the same girl you have loved all these years!" I said, breathing heavily, "nothing has changed except she doesn't have to hide that part of her any more."
"I don't want to hear another word from you! Get out of my house, get out!" he bellowed. I grabbed turned and went upstairs, packed my few things and headed out to the mustang. Bobby stood on the porch watching as I threw my bag in the back of my car.
"She will always be your daughter Bobby, one day you'll look back on this and wish you had realised it sooner." I called up. He didn't say a word but just went back inside. Dean came running out but I started the engine and began to pull out.
"Call me if you need me!" I yelled out the window to Dean as I spun my tires and left the junk yard. I needed to find Dylan.