Chapter 29

I stared at the three of them for a moment and then shook my head. They were incorrigible. I sighed and remained where I was perched. I waved my hand at them.

"We had a plan," Sam said.

"Uh huh," I nodded.

"We were going to steal the chips," Sam grimaced.

"They turned out to be just ordinary chips," I nodded.

"Yeah," Bobby sighed. "Look Kelsey, we'll sort this out."

"Before Dean here drops dead?" I glared at them.

"Yes," Dean exhaled sharply. "We can handle this."

"Okay," I shrugged. "I'll just observe while y'all make fools of yourselves."

"That's so awe inspiring," Bobby griped.

"Hey," I shrugged. "I'm not the one who challenged that fool to a poker game and lost."

Sam stared at me but remained silent. I knew that there was more to the story than they were letting on.

"What happened when he caught you?" I asked.

"Why do you think that we were caught?" Bobby said defensively.

I merely looked at him and he slumped in his chair.

"So we were caught," Sam admitted. "And he wasn't too pleased about it."
"Of course not," I smiled.

"It's all right," Sam sighed. "We are going to have to figure out how to undo the spell."

"You'll need a bit of help for that one," I murmured.

"Well there's always research," Sam shrugged. "We have to move fast before Dean drops dead."

"Well, there ya go," I said.

"Kelsey," Sam sighed. "We will come up with a plan. But in the meantime…"

"Keep my ear to the ground and see if I can help?" I muttered.

"Yep," Sam nodded.

I stared at Bobby for a moment and shook my head. Apparently, Rufus' attempt to knock some sense into Bobby had failed miserably. I glared Dean and sighed.

"Everything has been sped up," I grumbled. "Why would you mess with that being?"

"It's complicated," Bobby muttered. "Look we have some research to do and we'll get it done. You can see if you're able to interfere in any way."
"Uh huh," I nodded and then left them.

I returned to the cemetery outside of the town and found Patrick leaning against a headstone.

"You sure took your sweet time getting here," he smiled.

"Hunters?" I arched my brow.

"They're not of any real consequence," he shrugged.

I glared at him.

"Oh," he sighed. "They're your hunters."

"Yes," I growled.

He threw his head back and laughed.

"I tried to help," he grinned.

"Oh?" I scoffed.

"Yes," he refuted. "I offered to play Sammy."
"So that you can get rid of all of them in one fell swoop?" I shook my head.

"Nah," he shrugged. "I don't want to hurt the idiots. It's just that I didn't realize who they were until I saw the younger one. But then again, maybe I'd be doing him a solid."
"I really hate 'guy speak'," I gritted.

"All women do," he chuckled. "And make no mistake angel girl. You are definitely all woman."

I stared at him for a moment. I was torn between laughing and being horrified. Horrified appeared to be winning, which to me was never a good thing, especially when dealing with this being.

"I could drop down a hole somewhere that would make it impossible for them to find you," I suggested.

"You wouldn't do that to me," he smiled wickedly. "You are not that kind of woman after all."
"And what would that be?" I asked exasperated.

"A scorned one," he replied.

He tapped the tip of my nose and then strode out of the cemetery. I threw my head back and sighed. Why was it that all of the worms had to come out of the woodwork when they should have been exterminated a long time ago? I perched atop a headstone and waited.

"He's not coming back," I spoke to the shadow behind me. "I'm surprised that he didn't realize that you were there."
"Why?" the woman came forward to face me.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want to…" she stopped.

"The path you seek is in your hands," I smiled. "But I can't help you."

"Why not?" she demanded.

"You chose this," I reminded her gently. "You wanted be young and beautiful forever. You got your wish."

She turned away from me for a moment and sighed heavily.

"The spells must be reversed for the power to be broken," I said.

"How?" she demanded.

I reached into my pocket for a slip of paper. I handed it to her and she stared at it with a puzzled expression.

"It is up to you," I said.

"Why didn't you give it to the hunters?" she demanded.

"I can't directly intervene in what they do," I answered.

"But you're helping me," she said.

"There's a difference isn't there," I smiled. "You want different things from them."
Her head snapped up and she stared at the gates of the cemetery for a few moments.

"He won't be happy," she said.

"So you have a choice to make," I shrugged.

"What do you mean?" she frowned.

"His happiness or your peace," I smiled.

I quickly left the cemetery and traveled to the nearest bar and sat on the stool at the bartender. I glanced up at him and frowned for a moment.

"Whiskey neat," I told him.

He looked at me for a moment. "Ain't you a little young to be drinking that hard darling?"

I glared at him. "Looks are deceiving."
"That they are," Patrick's voice sounded behind me.

I looked pointedly at the bartender and he poured my whiskey in a tumbler. Patrick chuckled for a moment and shook his head.
"I'll have the same as the pretty lady here," he said.

"Don't you have some chick who is waiting for you?" I asked.

"Don't tell me you're jealous," he grinned. "How could you be jealous of anyone?"

I threw my drink back the moment it came and then glowered at him.

"Another," I said to the bartender.

"Don't worry," Patrick smiled. "I'll take care of her."
"Right," I scoffed.

"Come on," he gave me a wounded look. "A man would think that a pretty angel girl like yourself would be happy if something were to happen to him."
"Now there's a pleasant thought," I murmured.

"Come on now," he leaned closer. "We both know how you feel."

"Hmm," I murmured. "I suppose we do."
"See," he grinned. "It wasn't that hard to admit was it?"

"Not when it's the truth," I agreed.

"And what truth would that be?" the bartender interjected.

Patrick gave him a baleful look while I merely smiled at him. "Why that I would be quite happy if he were to cease to exist."

I hopped off the stool and glanced at Patrick. "He'll pick up the bill."

I walked out of the bar and headed back to the motel where the others were staying.