Chapter 29

"Okay," Sammael declared.
"Now what?" I asked.

"We're going to have to start singing," Sammael stated.

"Singing what?" Azrael asked.

"Christmas carols," Sammael smiled.

Azrael's eyebrow went up. "We're a couple months away from Christmas Sammael," he told her.

"So, what's coming up?" she frowned.

"Well it's almost Halloween," I informed her.

"Halloween," Sammael frowned. "There aren't any songs that you sing at Halloween."

Azrael rolled his eyes and turned away for a moment.

"We can make up some up," she said brightly.

"Oh no," Azrael groaned.

"What's going on?" Micah suddenly reappeared.

"I'm going to invent some Halloween songs," Sammael declared.

Micah's mouth opened and closed several times and I was couldn't control it any longer, I erupted in laughter.

"What would be a good song?" Sammael scratched her head.

"Let's get in the truck and get moving before she actually comes up with another song," Azrael pleaded.

"Another song?" Micah was puzzled.

"You forgot?" Azrael glared at him.

"Oh no…I did forget," Micah slapped his forehead.

"It's bad enough that she makes up songs," Azrael continued. "But she sings them and then some human hears her and can't understand the words so adds his or her own and then the most annoying songs come about."

"That's an unfair assessment," Sammael pouted.

"It's true," Micah insisted.

"The most annoying song?" I frowned.

"You weren't with us when it happened," Micah told me.

I smiled. "Well, it can be any worse than the nursery rhymes," I offered.

"My nursery rhymes were excellent," Sammael puffed.

"At least they weren't cannibalistic fairy tales," Azrael muttered.

"What do you all have against Little Red Riding Hood?" Sammael demanded.

"Nothing," Micah and Azrael said in unison.

"You preferred Sleeping Beauty or even Cinderella, with the brambles and the pumpkins?" she demanded.

Micah frowned. "Wait a minute, she had a hand in fairy tales?"

"You didn't realize?" Azrael asked.

"No," Micah shook his head. "I just figured that she heard the stories and was repeating them."

"Well, I must have from somewhere," Sammael was also puzzled.

I remained firmly quiet.

"Denri?" Azrael sounded suspicious.

"I think we should leave this town," I said.

"Yeah," Sammael nodded. "It'll give me some time to think of something for Halloween."

Micah and Azrael exchanged looks and I swallowed the laughter that threatened to explode.

We drove away from Elizabethtown in Ohio. The people were still willingly engaged in vice. I was saddened that we couldn't do anything to stop them from their path of destruction. However, it was the price of Free Will. I remained in the back with Sammael while Micah and Azrael drove in the front. Sammael busied herself humming different melodies. I knew that as soon as she discovered a melody that suited her that she would start inventing the lyrics.

"You're quiet," Sammael said after a few minutes.
"You're busy," I said.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"Nothing," I answered.

"Honestly?" she sounded doubtful.

"Honestly," I smiled. "Sometimes I just simply don't think at all."

"I've been meaning to ask you," she leaned forward.

"What?" I was amused.

"Aren't they missing you in Hell?" she wondered.

"No," I shook my head. "Hell's under lockdown and curfew since the mass exodus."

"Mass exodus?" Sammael frowned.

"Remember that it wasn't just demons that got out, but the damned as well," I told her.

"Ah," Sammael leaned back against the window that separated the back of the truck from the front.

"So," I grinned. "They're awfully busy trying to figure out how to round them up."

"Why not use the Reapers to track them down?" she asked.

"They can't," I chuckled. "The Reapers aren't exactly friendly to Hell at the moment."

"But aren't they neutral?" she frowned.

"Not since that stunt Azazel pulled," I looked down at my hands.

"Stunt?" Sammael closed her eyes. "Oh, I forgot!"

"Exactly," I confirmed. "Dean's soul was put back in his body and he was returned to life."

"And John Winchester went to Hell," Sammael nodded. "But he's out and Dean thinks that he's headed to Hell as well."

"That's the size of it," I agreed.

"Wow," Sammael chuckled. "Humans are so complicated."
"But entertaining," I pointed out.

"Well, if they weren't then they wouldn't be interesting would they?" Sammael grinned.

I laughed at her statement.

"Come on face it," Sammael reasoned. "They fascinate us because of their complications."

"You're not going to make up a song about them being complicated are you?" I felt the horror stir within me.

Sammael stared at me blankly for a moment.

"Sammael!" I cried.
"I won't," she grinned.

"Honestly," I huffed. "What did I expect? You propositioned the boys."

She threw her head back and laughed. "By the way, how did they recognize you?"

I shrugged. "John claimed it was my eyes, when I asked him how he recognized me."

"He could see through your alterations?" Sammael frowned.

"So could Clara," I said.

"She was different," Sammael's frown deepened.

"What do you mean?" I was curious.

"You had bonded with her," Sammael dismissed.

"Dean bonded with me when he was a child," I said.

"Yes, and Sam's psychic," Sammael nodded. "But how did John know?"

"You're not making any sense," I laughed.

"I'll figure it out," she murmured.

I sighed for the only thing worse than Sammael making up songs, was her figuring 'things' out.

Micah opened the window and stuck his head in the back. He studied Sammael deep in thought. He glared at me.
"Don't look at me in that tone of voice," I muttered.

"She's thinking," he accused.

"I can't help that," I said.

"Sammael thinking is never a good thing," Micah argued.

"I'm in full agreement with you," I replied.

"What is she trying to sort out?" he sighed.

"Why John could see through my alterations," I explained.

"Ah," Micah nodded. "He loved you."

"It's as simple as that," I said doubtfully.

"Well, nothing is that simple," Micah wrinkled his brow. "But the truth is that we're not completely disguised. We get away with a lot because for the most part we don't form bonds with the humans. You did. That bond was rooted in love and therefore no angelic disguise would ever keep you hidden. You're just lucky that the boys haven't figured out how to sense you when you're masked."

I was surprised by that revelation. No one had ever explained that to me before. It was something that was completely new to me.

"You didn't know," Micah smiled.

"Apparently I missed that particular staff meeting," I retorted.

"You never paid attention at meetings," Micah teased.

"That's true," I admitted.

"I've got it!" Sammael announced.

"What?" I asked while I dreaded the answer.

"I've thought of a Halloween song," she grinned.

Micah and I groaned.

"It's Halloween, with lots of sweets, and plenty of treats

With ghosts and goblins and spirits too

Mischief and dancing and lots of laughing

Until it's time

Until it's time

The Bell will chime

The day has died

It's time

It's time

It's Halloween time." Sammael sang.

"What tune is that?" Micah whispered.

"I've not a clue," I replied.

The pickup came to a stop as Azrael pulled off the road. He got out of the truck and walked to the road. Micah and I were puzzled while Sammael continued singing.

We hopped out of the truck and followed Azrael.

"Azrael?" I asked.

"It's okay," he shook his head.

"What happened?" Micah demanded.

"She was making up songs again," Azrael answered. "It's like the last time."
"I don't think some human is going to take that song and make it popular," Micah attempted to console him.

"That's not what I'm talking about," Azrael turned to face us.

"What?" we both asked.

"Every time she makes up a song, something happens," Azrael shrugged.

I thought carefully about that observation. I turned back to the truck and realized that Sammael was completely oblivious to us.

"It's just her way," I suggested.

"She's picking up something," Azrael said. "I can't blame her, I can feel it as well."
Micah chuckled. "It's because the four of us are traveling together. That's all."

"No," Azrael argued. "There's something that we're not being told."
"There's nothing," Micah said.

"You forget what just happened?" Azrael demanded.

"No," Micah retorted.

"That's enough," I said. "I'm not going to put up with you fighting as well."

Micah and Azrael turned to me.

"I'm serious," I glared at the both of them.

I returned to the truck where Sammael still sat lost in her world of song. My phone rang and I pulled it out of my pocket.

"Hello," I answered.
"Kelsey," Dean's voice came over the phone.

"Have you killed your brother?" I asked.

"No," Dean chuckled. "Not yet, anyway."

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"We found a case out here in Maple Springs," Dean said.

"And?" I asked.

"It's completely weird," Dean told me. "Even for us."

"That's pretty weird," I said.

"Exactly," he agreed.

"So, what do you know about fairy tales," Dean asked.

"What?" I frowned.

"You heard me," Dean said. "Fairy tales."