AN: Sorry if it seems like I'm flying through this. It has to be the easiest story to write. Hope you're liking it.
Part 4
Sam and Stacy were at the dining room table. Stacy reluctantly allowed Dean to invade her son's room. Since Connor didn't want to willingly give the name of his seller, their only option was to search his personals. She told Sam that Connor loved to write short stories and maybe there could be something within them.
They started with the most recent stories. Some of them were about girls at school while others were about demons and vampires. Stacy hated the thought of invading his privacy but with little to go on and as he wouldn't let her read his mind, this was all they had.
Sam turned over another page. He was reading about a female vampire slayer in the 1950s. "I know this might sound silly," he looked up. "But can't you just go back in time and change all this?"
Stacy was reading a story about werewolves. The description was so real, she had to assume Harry had filled him in on all the details. "Well, like I told you before, I don't know how to do that and even if I could, time is irrelevant to angels. Even if I did change his time line, angles would have seen it as a possibility and we'd still be screwed."
They both turned back to their stories. Stacy shyly glanced at him. She missed their friendship. All those promises that were made to see each other were broken when Bobby died. She quietly thanked him for helping her.
"Don't thank me yet." He held up a sheet and folded it over. "I think I've found something."
"It's too late."
Dean ran into the room just as Sam was asking the stranger who he was. "It's Cas," Dean answered on his behalf. "His last body was in a train wreck a few years ago… literally."
Stacy looked back at the new Castiel. He was taller now, with dirty blonde hair and wore a Hawaiian shirt and black leather jacket.
"When I heard my brothers were being killed, I thought there was a new demon in town. But when I heard a seventeen year old boy was appearing and disappearing at will, I only came to one conclusion."
"Okay, let's not be over dramatic about this," Dean tried to diffuse the tension. "He's not literally killing them. He's just sending them back the heaven."
"Somehow, he's learned to convert the dagger into words," Cas looked from Dean to Stacy. Stacy narrowed her eyes and looked to Sam. He knew what she was asking and he didn't know the answer. He never met any demon who could kill an angel with words. Cas asked for the boy as politely as he could. "Where is he?"
"You can't take him," she said still looking at Sam. Her voice was calm.
Cas tried searching the house for him but found it difficult. He cocked his head. "You have a shadow over him," he said when realised she had acquired her abilities again. "I should have killed you when I had the chance."
Stacy looked over to him and shook her head. She pleaded with him to have mercy.
"How 'bout we make a compromise?" Dean tried. "Give us forty eight hours to find the demon that gave him this spell and we'll…"
"No," Cas interrupted. "Give me Connor or I'll lift the shadow from this house and we'll all take him."
Stacy waved her hand in the air and slapped it against her other hand. In an instant, Cas was gone. Dean quickly stepped over the spot where Cas had stood and gave her a shocked look. She looked up at Sam with wide eyes. "I'm sorry. I panicked!"
Sam shook his head. "Where did you send him?"
She shrugged a shoulder and gave a weak smile. "Dean mentioned a train wreck and that was the only thing I could think of." She looked to Dean.
Dean closed his mouth and raised his eyebrows. "Well, it'll take him a while to find another vessel… let's start searching for this demon." He stepped towards the table, picked up a book and started flicking through the pages. Stacy went back to her werewolf story, glancing through it franticly. Dean glanced up at Sam as he reached for another story. "Have you given up already, Sammy?" he asked.
But Sam shook his head. "I think I've already found something," he paused. "But you're not going to like it." He looked from one to the other.
Dean told him to spit it out.
Sam held up the folded page and licked his lips before reading. "The slayer headed home after a long night of death. Her mentor was waiting for her when she opened the door and handed her another case. She was a small woman…" Sam swallowed hard before continuing. "Helena was a small woman with large black eyes and grey straw like hair…"
"Son of a bitch," Stacy whispered as her legs went weak. Dean caught her just before she fell to the ground. He placed her back in the chair and tried telling her it was just a story. But she grabbed his arm and stared into his eyes. "I never told him her name," her body began to shake. "I know he sometimes dreams about her killing his parents but I never told him her name."
"It's okay," Sam reassured her. "Maybe Harry told him." She shook her head. "He could have slipped it out by mistake."
Dean agreed with his brother. "We'll call him and ask," he helped her nod. "It's just a story," he tried to make her smile.
Stacy hung up the phone after their conversation. She told Harry she was considering telling Connor about the sorceress and wondered had he told him anything. She didn't like the reply he gave her. She sat down beside the phone and crossed her arm over her stomach. "I think I'm going to be physically sick."
"If it's any consolation," Sam looked at the sheets sprawled over the table. "It looks like she's only appeared in the one story."
Stacy shook her head. "I thought I brought him up in an environment where he could tell me everything."
"You're his mother, not his best friend," Dean told her bluntly. "For instance, I'm sure he didn't tell you about a girl named Alison he clearly has the hots for." He had spotted her name in three stories, so far.
"I can kill Castiel, if you want," the young man appeared in the room. He waited in his bed room as long as he could and only caught the end of the conversation. He wasn't expecting them to burst into fits of laughter. "What? I can do it. It's easy."
"It's not that," Sam was the first to catch his breath. "It's just... killing Cas would be the worst decision you could possible make."
"Yeah," Dean wiped the tears from his eyes. It had been a long time since dreaded fear had caused him to laugh so hard. "He's basically stopping God himself from reaching down and squashing you like a bug."
Stacy breathed calm into her lungs and rested her arm on the table. "There's a woman you've written as the mentor for your Brittney the vampire slayer story," she tilted her head. "When was the last time you saw her?"
Connor shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about. She's a fictional character!"
"That's not true and I'm not talking about the time when you were a child," she replied. "I never told you her name which means she must have told you herself. I know you didn't get her from my thoughts. So, tell me the truth."
Her voice was so relaxing he didn't know how to read her. Was she angry or scared? Or maybe, Connor thought, this was what disappointment sounded like. "The last time was ten days ago," he dropped his head.
Just before the killings started, Sam thought.
"What'd I tell you about taking things from strangers," Stacy almost joked.
"She said she knew you," Connor said. "She said you wouldn't be upset because you wanted the angels dead too."
Dean shook his head. "So much for forty eight hours," he stood up and stepped beside Stacy. "The last time we tried to kill her we just had to wait for you to wake up."
She puffed out a laugh and told Connor to inform them next time he'd dream about her.
"Dream? No, I didn't dream about her!"
All three looked at him and narrowed their eyes.
"I assure you," he turned to Dean. "I don't sleep walk. I've met her a total of three times and they were all in the football field at the back of the school." He turned to Sam. "I'm not lying. Ask my friend Karl. He's seen me talk to her."
Dean raised his hand. "Can I speak out loud for a second?" He turned to Stacy and asked how it was possible. "She's thousands of years old. Even Cas said she was dead."
Stacy shook her head. "Then it can't be her." She looked to Sam and told him to go to the school. "Check for EMF readings and sulphur." She looked to Dean and told him to take Connor with them. "He'll show you where he met her." Dean was reluctant but she told him not to worry. "You'll be protected and if things get too hairy, Connor will bring you back here faster than your car."
Sam asked what she was going to do. She raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I'm going to light a couple of candles."
