Chapter Twenty-Five
Ty opened her eyes to find that she was in an abandon warehouse that reeked of mold and sewage. She looked around of what must have been the angels meeting room for there was a table with another room off to the side.
"What is this place?" Dean growled suddenly.
Ty looked up at him. She had almost forgotten that she had clutched so hard to him that it would be hard to shake her free as the angels transported Dean. She could see the anger in the angels' eyes. She was not supposed to be here. Dean reached down and touched her arm. Ty quickly returned the touch as Uriel turned on them.
"How did she get here?" he demanded more from Castiel than Ty and Dean.
Ty couldn't resist a smug smile. There was no way she was going to let Dean hand this alone. Uriel looked more furious than Castiel. Ty thought she even saw a small smile play on his lips.
"I don't know," Castiel said. It was only half-true.
"I grabbed Dean, and didn't let go," Ty said as she felt Dean touch her arm again.
Uriel went to say something when there was a rattling of chains in a closed off room. Dean spun around and moved to the door. He was already close enough to it that he could guess what was behind the door. Dean looked through the small, square window and felt his breath come short. Ty walked up behind him, putting an arm on his shoulder. He didn't turn. She looked up, past Dean, and even her heart stopped. Alastair stood in the darkened room with chains, holding him in place.
Ty quickly turned back to Castiel. She knew that devil's trap. Castiel had taught her how to make one very close to it. It was strong, and no demon could break it. Not even Alastair. She felt Dean brush by her arm, which brought her back to the problem at hand. She started following him.
"Where are you going, Dean?" Castiel asked. "We need you!"
Dean stopped with Ty by his side. He turned to both angels, fire and anger evident in his eyes. "You don't want me to do this."
"We know this is hard to ask," Castiel pleaded.
"Then don't ask it!" Ty suddenly snapped.
Uriel took a step toward Ty. Dean suddenly pushed her behind him, standing toe to toe with him. Ty could felt the hate, tension, and anger all through the room. This was a bad idea. A dangerous idea, but it had to be done.
"I want to talk to Castiel alone," Dean hissed.
Uriel shot them a sinister smile. Ty tensed. She had seen him with that smile many times, but there was something about this moment that made chills go down her back. He flashed his teeth at Dean and let out a small laugh.
"I go seek revelations," Uriel said and took off.
Ty let out a breath she didn't even realize that she had been holding. She climbed on the table as Dean turned to Castiel.
"If you guys don't start walking more, you're going to get flabby," Dean said with a shake of his head.
Castiel gave Dean a funny look. He had still not grasped the gravity of human jokes. They were even harder to understand when people like Dean said something. Ty smiled a little.
"Wow, I'm really starting to think that Chuckles is the only one with a sense of humor," Dean said, running a finger through his hair.
"Uriel is the funniest one in the garrison," Castiel said. He still didn't quite understand.
Ty sighed. She didn't want to hear it right now. She wanted to know what this was really all about.
"Castiel, what is this all about?" Ty snapped.
"Our garrison is dying, Ty," Castiel barked back. "We need to know who is doing it!"
"Not like this!" Ty jumped to her feet.
Ty wanted to fight. She wanted scream and tear into the angel, who was quickly becoming an enemy. She knew what Alastair was capable of. She knew that in a single instant this could go bad. Then, an image flashed in Ty's mind. She remembered what Ty had done. What Alastair had made him. She never wanted to see that again. She looked up, and Dean was going over to the door. She could see that he was fighting with himself. He wanted to do this, but fear showed all over his body.
"Calm down, Ty," Dean said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Ty silenced her mouth. However, her body still held the same tension as before. She touched Dean's hand and looked away.
"Castiel, since when does someone put a leash on you?" Dean asked with a sharp note in his tone.
Castiel looked at the floor. Ty looked at him. Something was wrong. He had most likely done something that he wasn't supposed to do. Ty's face blanched. Lily. Castiel looked up, catching Ty's eye. He gave her a subtle nod.
"My superiors think that I am getting too close to those in my charge. Like you and Lily," Castiel finally admitted.
Dean looked back at the door. It was safe. Alastair was bound, gagged, and powerless. That didn't help subdue his fear of what he would become if he did this. He glanced over his shoulder at Ty. She was looking at her phone and moving it around. She wanted to leave. He thought of what she would think of him if he did this. She thought that he was such a good man. She wouldn't understand what became just to survive hell.
"Castiel, if I do this," Dean said, closing his eyes. "You will not like what comes out. None of you will."
Ty dropped her phone. She was on her feet in a matter of seconds. She walked up behind him and rested her head against his shoulder blades. She took a deep breath.
"No matter what comes out of that room," Ty whispered where only she could hear. "It will still be you."
Dean closed his eyes. Even with his jacket and other clothes on, he could feel Ty's lips on his body. Her hands were on his sides warm and so inviting. He didn't want to hurt her. He looked back at Castiel.
"Do you have the tools?" Dean asked.
Castiel nodded almost a little sadly. He inclined his head to where a cart sat with things on it. He walked over, examining it as he left Ty there to stare through the window. Dean pulled off his coat and placed it on her shoulders. Ty smiled at the simpleness of him doing that. She turned to him.
"You sure about this?" Ty asked.
"No," Dean said. "But it has to be done."
Ty looked at him and popped up on her tiptoes, giving him a quick kiss. She knew now was not really the time to be kissing him. But she didn't care. He would need all the strength he could get, and this was the only way she could think of to do it. She felt his lips on hers, pulling her in.
"I better start this before I lose my nerve," he said, lightly kissing her cheek.
Ty nodded. She pulled the jacket tighter around her shoulders. She watched as he swung open the door. Ty watched as Dean entered the room. Alastair had raised his head, and he looked happy. She felt new tears burn her eyes. She knew that Alastair could see her; that bothered her. He would use her again. She watched as the door closed. She couldn't see Alastair anymore. All she could see was Dean's form walking toward him.
"He will be fine, Ty," Castiel said suddenly.
Ty turned to him. "Not even a devil's trap can keep a demon's mouth shut."
Lily sat at the table in the motel room and tossed down the small runes again. They were telling her all sorts of things that she couldn't understand. She knew if Castiel caught her at this moment, he would think of her as anything but chosen, but she had to know where they had taken Dean. Suddenly, one of the runes smacked the floor and sounded as if it had shattered. Lily just from her chair afraid she had finally done them in. It was a surprise to find that the rune was still moving.
The small black stone rolled down the floor and stopped against the corner of a piece of paper. Lily bent down and picked it up; it was a map. She pulled it out and stared at it. That's what the runes had been telling her. She needed a map for the runes to point in some sort of direction. She smoothed the map on the table and tossed the stones again. They landed in perfect circle around one small area on the map. She wrote down the location, packed up some weapons, and went to get Sam.
She walked out into the night, feeling the cool air hit her face. She shook her head. How had things get so bad? Angels dying, Dean the master of torture. And then there was Sam. That was the one thing she couldn't shake. Sam was slipping away faster and faster. She didn't even know if he could be saved. She turned the corner and stopped. There was an orange mach mustang sitting in the parking lot. She only saw the car once, but she knew whose it was. Ruby's!
Lily swallowed hard, angry. She was going to break this up right now. She reached for door when a flick of a shadow move. Lily noticed that the curtains were still opened. She glanced at the glass, thinking she would see nothing. Ruby was had just put some sort of fire out. Sam leaned over the table and picked up a small piece of paper. It was a map. He has sent for her to help him find Dean. Lily growled under her breath as she watched. She started to reach for the door when Ruby straddled Sam. She wanted to retch at seeing her like that.
Lily quickly turned away. She wasn't going to watch this. As her back turned, a flash of silver caught her attention. She turned fast, afraid that something might have gone wrong. She looked back at the window to see Sam pull out Ruby's knife. Ruby quickly took the knife from him and cut a small slit on her arm. Lily watched in disbelief. What was going on? Blood dripped from Ruby's arm. She looked at Sam, and his eyes had almost popped from his head. It was as if he had some mad need for what was coming from her arm. He grabbed it with a frightening need and began to suck from it.
Lily's knee's went weak as she watched this. She longed to look away, but she as going to watch all of this. Sam kept Ruby's arm to his lips for what seemed like hours. Out of nowhere, he looked up at the window. Lily turned just in the knick of time. She felt her heart pound all over her body. She quickly started back to her room with the image of Sam's blood stained lips burned into her brain.