Chapter 25
Dean
Gathering the witches and Delilah into the same sigil wasn't all that difficult and my guard was up for the other shoe to drop. Getting the angel and the coven under control was something that wasn't as hard as I thought it should have been, but the last time we went to war with this group, my wife's grace was sapped and this time, well. Now she was a nuclear weapon.
"That went better than I could have hoped," Cas muttered to me as we strengthened the bindings and power of the sigil.
Nodding, I agreed, "Yeah, it's nice to have Grace back."
Cas turned to stare at me, his bright blue eyes wide, "Grace is more than back," he replied. "I have never seen anything like her."
"I agree," Lucia commented from across the room, her hands splayed in the air, watching the group of women that were bound as our prisoners, waiting for any movement. "I never imagined that a half-human could be as powerful as she."
From outside the church, I could hear the rumble of the Chevelle as it pulled up in front. Turning on my toe, I jogged outside to see my son, finally reunited with me and Grace. Before Grace and Everett had a chance to get out of the Chevelle, I heard the pack of Hellhounds approach. I hadn't seen the Shadow Demons since the Hellhounds took off, but there they were, creeping their way across the ground and headed towards my wife and son, sitting in the car. I had no idea what they could do or how much power they would have against Grace, so I decided the best thing was to keep them moving.
"No, Grace, go! Keep moving!" She nodded and gunned it, peeling out and taking off down the street. "Cas!" I screamed, "we need a spell for the demons and hounds!"
Castiel appeared next to me, looking stressed. "I—" he began, shaking his head. "I don't know."
I took a deep breath and bellowed, "Crowley!"
Sauntering out into the darkness, the demon joined us on the street as we watched Grace and Everett drive away in the purple, metal flake car. "Get them gone," I growled, gesturing towards the Shadow Demons and where I assumed the Hellhounds were running. "Now."
Crowley took a deep breath, rolling his eyes into the back of his head as he thought. "I only know a couple of spells that control the hounds, and only one that might dismiss the demons," he began. "Which first?"
"The hounds," I ventured, watching Grace turn right at the end of the street.
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Serra
I could hear the Chevelle's engine reverberating through the tiny town and it didn't take us long to catch up with Grace, driving the hell out of her car, with her son strapped in next to her. The Hellhounds were snarling and growling as they tore after my sister and nephew.
"Sammy, get us up there," I grunted into his ear as I attempted to reload. The wind screamed in my face and my hair whipped my eyes as we chased the Hellhounds as they chased the Chevelle.
The town was too small for Grace to get any speed up, and as we caught up to her, she threw me a pissy look through the window. "Thought you said they'd lose interest!"
"Not if you can't outrun them!" I shouted back, firing repeatedly into the air behind the Chevelle. I couldn't see my target and as we slowed down to turn another corner, I grinned, seeing the highway ahead of us. "Grace!" I yelled, "the highway! Go to the highway and open her up!"
Grace stared through the windshield and grinned, downshifting as she screamed through the stop sign with Sam and I hot on her tail. As she gained speed, I could hear the frustrated howl of the Hellhounds that just couldn't keep up, but my grin faded as I noticed the Shadow Demons creep out of the forest and follow Grace out into the moonlight.
There had to be at least a dozen of the demons (that I could see), and I had no idea what they were capable of. Tapping Sam on the shoulder, I urged him on, chasing after my sister and nephew again.
My default defense was always my guns, so unloaded about twelve shots towards the Shadow Demons, but the angel bullets did no damage that I could see. I watched as the demons attacked the Chevelle over and over, denting the roof each time they attacked. One of them managed to push the driver's side door hard enough to force Grace onto the shoulder of the highway before she could correct. The tires screeched as Grace fought with the wheel, keeping them on the road.
"Sere!" she shouted as we paced them once more, "I've got an idea," she began, glancing at me, then back at the road ahead of her.
"Something tells me I'm not gonna like it," I replied over the wind as Sam ducked, narrowly avoiding another demon as it divebombed us.
Grace pressed her lips together, shaking her head. "Probably not," she answered, turning to take her son's hand. "Don't let my car crash."
Effortlessly hearing the rest of her plan in my head, I closed my eyes and shook my head, holstering my pistols as we evaded yet another demon attack. "I'm not making any promises," I replied, bracing myself. "And if Dean completely flips, just remember this was your idea!"
She took a deep breath and nodded. "He forgets we can hear each other again," she chuckled ironically. "I filled him in, but," Grace smiled weakly at me. "You know."
I nodded.
"Ready?" she asked, staring out at the highway.
Sam glanced back at the both of us. "What are we ready for?" He saw me and my sister staring at each other, preparing for the stunt we were about to pull.
"Just drive, Sam," I replied, clutching his waist tightly as I pulled my other leg onto the same side of the motorcycle, making the Bonneville weave, and took a deep breath. We were going way too fast for me to feel good about this. Grace and I had pulled off a lot of shit, but this might be the biggest, most dangerous thing we had tried with a car. Taking a quick peek at the speedometer, I saw that we were pushing seventy-five miles an hour, still dodging Shadow Demons as they continued to try and push us off the side of the road, which they got closer and closer to every time they buzzed us.
"On the count of three," Grace whispered, though I heard her as if she screamed it.
Nodding, I took a deep breath, "One."
"Two."
"Hold on to the bike, Sam," I shouted. He nodded, bracing for whatever we were about to do. "Three!"
Immediately, Grace and Everett disappeared on the spot and I threw myself, headfirst, into the Chevelle, as carefully as I could to avoid hitting the stick or the steering wheel. Sam weaved more than I was comfortable with, but stayed upright on the Bonneville, swearing loudly. I righted myself in the driver's seat, where my sister had just been, and shook my head at our dumb luck. There's no way that should have worked.
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Grace
I held my breath as I grasped my son's hand. I was doing what any mother would do: I was removing my son from the dangerous situation. I had never transported myself (or anyone else for that matter) through any cosmic dimension on purpose, but I was confident that I would be able to pull it off. I just didn't want my car to crash, considering we were doing over seventy-five and the Chevelle tended to pull to the right, which happened to be a fifty-foot drop off, straight down to the bay of water at the bottom of a sheer, rocky cliff.
It happened in an instant.
Suddenly, the hardwood floor of my dining room was too close, and Everett and I landed hard in a heap on the ground. Billy and Jody looked up immediately, complete surprise taking over their faces. I tried to smile up at them as I got to my feet and helped Everett do the same. I patted him down quickly, making sure the sudden appearance in our dining room hadn't physically hurt him. I would deal with the emotional retributions later.
"You okay, kiddo?" I asked, bending down to my son. I flicked my eyes up to Jody. "I have to go back," I muttered. "They're not safe."
"I am so glad he is," Jody's eyes were filled with tears as she bent down to hug Everett. He squeezed his eyes closed as he reciprocated the hug.
Bill stared, open mouthed at me, "How did you—?"
Taking a deep breath, I threw a glance at Bill, and noticed the bottle of wine and wine glasses on my table. Tossing him a wink, I said, "Keep him safe," I whispered, bending down to hug my son again. "Clean him up. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Jody nodded as I closed my eyes, concentrating. It was one thing to throw myself cross-dimensionally into a house that wasn't moving from a car that was, but it was a different thing entirely to do the same in reverse. Once again, I pushed myself towards my Chevelle imagined myself reappearing in the passenger seat next to my sister.
Opening my eyes, I turned and smiled at Serra as I plopped back into the seat.
"Holy fuck," Serra exclaimed, staring at me. "That's gonna take some getting used to."
I nodded, feeling a little dizzy after my roundtrip, "Tell me about it," I sighed. "Alright," I continued, turning to stare at the demons that continued to bump and shove the Chevelle, trying to get it off the road. "How do you wanna play this?"
Serra's lips pulled into a wry grin, staring at me with a twinkle in her eye. "Switch," she declared, grinning at Sam. "Stay with us! Now we're playing for keeps!"
"I'll back your play!" he shouted, shaking his head in amazement, pulling out one of his guns.
Serra stood, bending to move to the passenger seat as I slid underneath, once again taking control of my car. I felt the best behind the wheel and now that I had successfully gotten my son to safety, I was in full-angel mode. It was time to double-down and get this job done.