Chapter 36

The next few days were soothing at Bobby's. Well, as soothing as it was going to be, Dean spent the time under the car, while Sam spent his time buried in the stacks of books trying to figure out what the end game could possibly be and researching the seals that could be broken. I watched over them as best as I could and Sam seemed to be true to his word about leaving the psychic abilities behind him.

Bobby spent time looking at the papers and speaking with other hunters in the hopes that something would come up but everything seemed to be under control. There was a brief memorial for Travis and those present all agreed that the rougouru was always an obsession with him. The boys had remained silent but there was nothing for them to burn as Travis had been eaten and Sam had managed to burn the rest of the remains with the living room of the house.

I stayed out of sight while the others were busy discussing the things that were happening around them. More hunters were falling in the course of doing their jobs. They were up against more demons and other supernatural creatures and they were more brutal than in the past.

"They're wiping us out," Bobby said in the kitchen to me while I was at the stove.

"They are doing what they do," I replied.

"Kelsey," Bobby sighed.

"I know," I looked up at him. "There's nothing that I can do. No one knows what's going on. No one knew what Azazel was really up to, and now, all anyone knows is that Lilith is breaking seals, but we don't know if it's connected to Azazel."

"How hell did that happen?" Bobby demanded.

I shrugged.

"Angels are supposed to be on the job," he spat.

"They were here to observe but never to interfere," I explained. "We've been through this."

"So," Bobby glared at me. "Now they're interfering."

"That's because the first seal was broken," I said. "Then the second, and several others are breaking. Angels have been called into battle because of the imminent threat."

"There wasn't one before?" Bobby scoffed.

"That's why you're here," I said.

"What?" Bobby frowned.

"Hunters were used to help combat the demons," I explained. "That's why you're here."

"You mean?" Bobby staggered.

"What?" I smiled at him. "Did you think that humans could have figured out those rituals of exorcisms and devil's traps on their own?"

Bobby was spared from having to answer me, when Sam entered.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Dean and I are going to go check out a case we saw," Sam said.

"Is it related to our present search?" Bobby asked.

"No," Sam answered. "Well, at least I don't think so."

"But you're going anyway?" Bobby glowered.

"It might help them," I shrugged. "A hunt that is free from the usual stress."

"Go ahead, but keep in touch," Bobby warned.

Sam chuckled but nodded at Bobby.

I watched as Dean gunned the engine of the car and they headed out of the yard. Bobby stared after them and he looked concerned.

"What?" I asked.

"They're going to investigate a series of sudden deaths," Bobby said.

"Maybe it'll be the work of a serial killer and they'll come back quickly," I smiled.

"The victims dropped dead of heart attacks," Bobby replied.

"That ought to be fun," I grinned. "I'm going to head out as well."

"Where?" Bobby demanded.

"I need to check in with the others," I answered.

"How much fun is that going to be?" he asked.

I grinned at him and became light and left.

I traveled to the point where I felt them converge and appeared beside Castiel. He handed me a scroll and I stared at it suspiciously. I sighed as I opened it and read its contents and then I shook my head.

"Zachariah?" I asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"I take it that you've figured out which seal will be gone after next?" I pressed.

"Samhain," he answered.

I thought to the calendar date and realized that he was correct. We were close to what the others referred to as Halloween. I remembered what would happen with the breaking of the seal of Samhain. I sighed heavily.

"What is your plan?" I asked.

"We're not sure where the seal will be broken, but when we do, Uriel and Castiel will meet the Winchesters there," Zachariah said.

"So, Uriel and Castiel will keep the seal from being broken," I nodded.

"No," Zachariah stated. "They will do what Dean Winchester says that they must do."

"What?" Uriel shrieked.

"He must embrace what he is," Zachariah placated.

"Dean doesn't know," I sputtered.

"He doesn't know?" Zachariah nodded. "Yes, but he will know in time. He must come to it slowly."

"Surely sending him to fight for that particular seal isn't the way?" I gasped.

"You are too concerned about this," Zachariah waved me to be silent.

"Too concerned?" my voice increased in volume. "You push Dean too hard, too fast and you will destroy the best chance we have of stopping this!"

"We have it in hand," Zachariah assured me. "Now, it's best that you let us do our task."

I couldn't believe that I heard him correctly. I didn't like this plan at all. I walked away from them and headed back to Bobby. I frowned when I arrived and found no trace of Bobby. I reached in my pocket and removed the phone. I flipped it open and checked the keys. I saw Bobby's name in the phone and pressed the call button.

"Kelsey?" Bobby's voice answered.
"I can make a phone call," I said.

"Yes," Bobby agreed. "Now what is it?"

"Where are you?" I asked.

"I'm where Dean and Sam are," Bobby said. "They ran into a spot of trouble."

"Oh great," I grumbled.

"They're alive," Bobby chuckled. "Well, at least I left them alive."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Dean got infected with ghost sickness and turned into a frightened little girl," Bobby grunted. "It got close for a while, but Sam and I managed to get rid of the ghost. Trust me, it was quite a task to do that as well."

"I can imagine," I agreed.

"No, Kelsey," Bobby countered. "You can't."

"That close?" I whispered.

"Everyone else who was infected, died," Bobby told me.

"I'll go to them," I said.

"Good luck," he said. "I'm headed back home."

I snapped the phone shut and closed my eyes for a moment. I could sense where Dean was and traveled to him. I stopped outside of the door, for I knew that this was Dean Winchester and having caught him in bed with a girl once, was enough for me. I knocked on the door and waited. The door swung open and Dean faced me.

"You spoke to Bobby," he said.

"Ghost sickness?" I smiled.

"It was close," he admitted.

I saw him glance over his shoulder and stare at Sam. I frowned at him.

"Is everything all right?" I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know," he answered. "I just don't know."