Months had passed since Kim's experience with the Trickster and after that little experience they had, Kim was even more confused than she used to be. She felt more distant from humanity the longer she thought about what happened that day, and she was always thinking about it. It just added to the list of things Kim had to worry about, that was if she had time to worry about herself.
It had been four months since Dean's death and she had come to peace with his absence, accepting her inability to save him but the pain of him leaving only grew stronger and her ability to deal with that pain weakened. She drew to unhealthy coping mechanisms where she found herself basking in temporary distractions. Nights spent drowning in alcohol, alone in bars or in some strangers bed.
Her sleep schedule was non-existent except for a few hours here and there every night and she hadn't had a solid meal in a weak. She refused all phone calls and isolated herself from the world. She knew things were getting out of hand, but it was hard for her to care.
Before she came to accept her uselessness, Kim had done nothing but research on Hell and how she could somehow save Dean. She read every book she could imagine held any answer, read every website, asked professionals and she even went to the extent of believing she had the capability in herself and whatever abomination of a power she had to try and lift him, but she was fooling to think she was able to do anything. So she reverted to the bars and beds for comfort.
As she lost control over herself, she continued to follow Sam, checking on him every now and then just to make sure he hadn't gotten as bad as she had. She watched him travel to a few crossroads in an attempt to get Dean. Staying hidden, she watched as the demon rejected his soul for Dean's so she had no need to interfere.
She had been awake a lot lately and she easily became restless. Jogging became a regular experience now, as well as passing out straight after from exhaustion and malnourishment. She kept her mind busy by researching and going on hunts, making sure to avoid ones Sam was pursuing.
After the first month of being alone, she grew to know that some hunters were looking for her again. Ellen must have put them on her after she refused all her calls. She kept clear from them and changed any pattern she may have been following, making sure to make everything she was doing as random as possible. She only ever used cash and stayed in her car most of the time, rarely using motels. She switched what bars she was attending and changed her numberplate just to be safe.
She was completely off the map.
Kim was at a motel for the first time in a month. She decided to give her neck a break from the torture of her back seats. She made sure to go by an unused name and use cash, just in case some hunters were still trying to find her.
After a restless night of twisting and turning, she decided to roll out of bed at a somewhat reasonable hour. She moved from the bed to the wooden table, pulling out her laptop and started digging for something to hunt. The bright laptop screen blinded her as she opened it. She blinked a couple of time, rubbing her sore eyes as she stared at the screen. Taping away at the keyboard, she heard a buzzing of her phone. Reaching for it, she saw that It was Bobby. She instantly declined and considered changing her number.
Bobby had called a few times since she was absent, he must have found out by Ellen's paranoia. She sighed and got up and made herself a cup of coffee for breakfast, the same thing she had yesterday and that day before that. It seemed to be the only thing she was consuming lately, but that was the least of her problems.
As Kim sat back down she received another phone call from Bobby. She rolled her eyes and refused, she knew that if she answered he could track her phone. Declining, she slid the phone to the other end of the table. Looking back at her laptop, she planned to ignore the buzzing, but it was constant. He just kept ringing and ringing.
After a while, it became hard to ignore and checked what was happening, just in case it was important. As she grabbed the phone from the other end of the table, the last phone call had ended.
31 missed calls from 'Bobby'
Kim furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Sighing, she felt her phone vibrate in her hand. Hesitantly, she answered the phone and held it to her ear.
"What is it, Bobby?" Kim answered testily. She heard Bobby gruff from the other line.
"Kim, nice to hear from you for the first time in-"
"Yeah, I get it. What do you need?" she asked, unimpressed.
"You gotta meet us, okay? I'll text you the address," Bobby huffed, about to hang up.
"Us?" Kim questioned.
"Me and Sam," Bobby replied as if it was obvious. Kim groaned at the name.
"What makes you think I'm willing to see him," Kim hissed plainly.
"What?" Bobby asked, slightly confused.
"Of course he didn't tell you," Kim huffed. "He up and left in the middle of the night three and a half months ago, the asshole," Kim spat.
"You left her!" an angry voice growled, noticeably further away from the phone.
"Kim-" Bobby started.
"Stole my knife, too," Kim scowled.
"I needed it for Lilith!" a voice in the distance shouted.
"I know he's an idjit but you gotta meet us," Bobby argued as Kim huffed questionably. There was a silence between Kim and Bobby as she through about an answer. As she thought, she could hear small, angry bickering from the other line. "You owe me one, kid," Bobby reminded, using his I.O.U.
Kim groaned, "Shit." She was a woman of her word. "Fine, text me the address," Kim scoffed and hung up the phone.
With that, Kim hung up and gathered all her stuff. Just as she finished packing, a message was sent to her phone telling her the place, motel number and time to meet. The location was a motel about three hours drive but they only gave her two hours to get there. She'd make it.
•※•
Kim parked in the motel parking lot and sat in her car, wondering if she should get out. She sighed tiredly, hopped out of the car and grabbed her bags. She made her way to the front of the motel before she could change her mind. She just wanted to get this over with and walk out with her knife in her hands. She was doing so well under the radar, but she always kept her word, even if it meant driving for two hours straight to see someone she dreaded.
Marching through the motel, she reached the end of the hallway and stood in front of the room Bobby told her to meet them at. She stood outside for a second and took a deep breath. It wasn't too late to turn back.
"I can't believe you did that, Sam," a voice said from behind the door. "I told you to take care of her."
"She's a big girl, she can take care of herself," a voice replied.
"That's not the point, Sam!"
"You boys better be thankful she owed me, otherwise we'd never find her!" Bobby's voice yelled loud and clear. "She is one tough kid to find," he scoffed.
"Ellen still have those hunters after her?" a voice asked, it was most likely Sam, but she couldn't make out the other.
"Yeah, they're useless," another voice scoffed. Kim furrowed her eyebrows and knocked on the door, the room fell into silence.
Kim stood awkwardly outside the door for a few seconds before it opened slowly. She watched as it creaked open, revealing Bobby and Sam standing near the bed. Slowly, she turned her head to look who was opening the door, unsure of who it was if Sam and Bobby were on the other side of the room.
Kim stepped into the room, her head looked to the figure to her left. Her eyes fixed on his face and took in his sneaky smirk, one she was hoping to see four months ago. Without a second thought, Kim lunged and pinned Dean to the wall, taking her iron knife and holding it against his throat. Kim's expression was fierce and covered in disbelief.
Dean choaked slightly with the pressure Kim was holding against Dean's neck. She was forced to look into his eyes, his bright green eyes. Everything she saw when he was alive was there, and it frightened her. Dean could feel her shaking as she pressed against him, but he saw no fear in her eyes. He smiled slightly, putting his hands up in surrender.
"Hey Kim," Dean smirked softly as he looked into her eye. He was so happy to see her again, it brought an immobile smile to his face. As Kim applied more pressure to Dean's neck she heard a rush of panic from behind her.
"It's him! I swear it's him!" Sam yelled from behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Instantly, she shrugged him off of her, looking over her shoulder to Bobby.
"I did all the tests," Bobby nodded, allowing Kim to slowly move her hand away from Dean's neck. Dean continued to smile at her as she stared hopefully into his eyes, her expression lingered with sadness. A small smile appeared on her lips and Dean took his chance to engulf her in a hug. She curled up into his arms and turned her head into the crook of his neck.
His embrace was warm and comforting and she felt as if she could sleep right there in his arms. He smelt like musk and woods, the stubble on his neck and chin scratched her cheek. She wrapped her arms under his arms and around his torso while he kept her close to his chest. The hug was tight and everlasting, neither of them wanted to let go.
"You're one tough girl to find, you know that?" Dean scoffed, patting Kim on the shoulder. He was obviously trying to avoid questions, "I mean, we called Jo and she told us to give up," Dean laughed slightly.
"I'm so happy you're back. I can't believe you're here. How did you get out?" Kim asked looking up at him, ignoring his last comment. Dean's once smirking expression turned deadly still. He looked at Sam and Bobby before turning back to Kim with a confused, angry look.
"You didn't do this?" Dean barked as Kim shook her head, "No deals, no black magic, nothing?" Dean asked, unconvinced.
"No, I looked. Trust me, I did, but I didn't find anything powerful enough to pull you outta Hell and even if I did, I wouldn't have been able to find it let alone use it accurately," Kim sighed, feeling more like a failure as she continued. "And after Sam's failed attempt at selling his soul, I didn't even bother trying."
"You knew I tried to sell my soul?" Sam asked shocked. Kim didn't look at him to respond, her voice losing all the emotion it had and turned into a low growl.
"I was gonna jump in if it got outta hand," Kim admitted as Sam sent her a weird look, nothing was making sense. "Dean told me to look out for you and as you may or may not know, but I keep my word. So I tracked your phone," Kim shrugged, causing a small smile to appear on Dean's lips.
"You tracked me? I disabled my tracker," Sam argued.
"And I enabled it," she shrugged again. Kim made a visible movement against him, turning away from him, "What? You had my knife, I wasn't just gonna let you go roaming around with it."
"How long?" he asked curiously.
"The day you left was the day I started tracking you." Sam was about to react when Kim continued, "So if neither of us did anything, what did?"
"That's what we're going to find out," Dean nodded, moving away from Kim and standing next to Bobby and Sam.
"We're going to see Pamela," Bobby informed. Kim nodded, remembering her time at Pamala's.
"Great, we going now?" Kim asked as she picked up her bag that she dropped at the front door. Bobby nodded and made his way towards the door.
Kim had not looked at Sam once since she entered the room, and the tension was becoming obvious. The four of them stood in silence as they shuffled on their feet. No one knew what to do next, but Kim knew that Sam was about to talk.
"Kim-"
"I think you have something of mine," Kim interrupted as she stepped forward and opened her hand out for him to hand her the knife. Sam stood silently for a moment in hesitance. "This is the moment you give it back to me before things get much worse. Just return what you stole and we should be good, got it?" she asked impatiently, her hand still out for him to place the knife. Sam looked at her with discomfort, but she held her eyes strong. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he reached for the knife tucked in his bag and handed it to her. Kim smiled cockily as she held it firmly before shoving it into her waistband. "Great, let's go."
Kim picked up her bags and headed towards the door, impatiently held open by Bobby. She nodded once to him before exiting with everything she owned.
"Remind me not to piss off Kim," a gruff voice said from behind. A small smile graced her lips as she walked to her car and chucked everything in. Climbing into her Jeep, she stuck her head out of the window.
"I'll follow," Kim shouted to them before she tucked her head back into the car.
•※•
Kim followed Dean, no one but herself in her Jeep, her long-lost knife riding shotgun, along with her duffel bag of weapons. Throughout the ride, Kim had some time to think. Kim was overjoyed that Dean was back, but so many unusual things were happening to her at the moment and she was trying her best to contain them all.
Some new, extremely powerful and potentially dangerous creature or force dragged Dean out of Hell, giving him a newly refurbished body. His body was a pile of flesh and blood by the time the Hellhounds were done with it, but he was unscared when Kim laid eyes on him.
Kim followed Dean mindlessly down the road she had driven before and stopped by a familiar house.
She hopped out of her car with her bag slung over her shoulder, waiting for everyone in the Impala to get out. With a nod, Bobby and Dean lead the way to the house, leaving Sam and Kim behind. As they walked in awkward silence, Sam turned to her.
"Kim, I'm sorry," he sighed, "I know it's no excuse but, I panicked," Sam breathed, hoping Kim would respond nicely. Kim sighed and looked up at him.
"Sam, it's fine," Kim said simply, although she had so much to say. "Just, don't steal it next time."
"You seem more upset that I stole the knife than me leaving," he scoffed in confusion. His statement was true.
"I'm good solo," Kim shrugged excusing him, not explaining the significance the knife had to her. Kim was upset that he left, but it wasn't a totally new experience before. She had been solo before, she knew how to survive.
They knock on the door and Pamela opened it soon after, a ready smile took over her face. "Bobby!" she smiled as she pulled him into a hug, lifting him barely off the ground. Releasing him, she turned to Kim, "Nice to see you again, Kim," Pamela smiled as she patted Kim's back friendly, "you're a sight for sore eyes," she said, looking back to Bobby. She looked at Sam and Dean. "So, these the boys?"
"Sam, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state," Bobby introduced.
"Hey," Dean smiled.
"Hi," Sam muttered, a little awkwardly.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual," she sauntered.
"If you say so," he smirked.
"Come on in." She moved out of the way for the four of them to enter, ushering them in.
"So, you hear anything?" Bobby asked as he looked around, the same mumbo-jumbo instruments were settled around the room.
"Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why," Pamela explained.
"Well that's a great sign," Kim sighed sarcastically. "What next?"
"A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed," Pamela explained.
"You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here," Bobby asked cautiously.
"No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal," she shrugged, still leading them through the house.
"I'm game," Dean nodded as they made their way into the séance room. Pamela quickly started setting up the table, covering it in a cloth and going around the room, gathering candles and crystal balls. Kim and Dean look at it warily, both not convinced.
Pamela squats to get something from the bottom cupboard. Her movements revealed a tramp-stamp on her lower back, reading: 'Jesse Forever'.
"Who's Jesse?" Dean asked, looking at her tattoo.
"Well, it wasn't forever," she laughed looking over her shoulder to Dean.
"His loss," Pamela stood and walked over to him, a several pillar candles in her hands and leaned closer to Dean.
"Might be your gain," she smirked as Kim huffed a laugh.
"Dude, I am so in," Dean whispered to Sam lowly.
"Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive," Sam replied with a smile.
"Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it," Dean smirked. Pamela passed the three of them and winked at Sam.
"You're invited too, grumpy," she smirked, walking by. Dean instantly turned to Sam.
"You are not invited," Dean warned.
"You too, Kim," Pamela called as she set up the table. Kim laughed slightly and shook her head. Kim looked to Pamela who was setting up the table, drawing a symbol on the cloth, when she heard Sam slap Dean on the shoulder, followed by his 'humph'.
"Just an idea, jeez," Dean scoffed as he looked to his brother.
•※•
All five of them were sitting around the table. Candles were lit in the centre of the table sending an orange glow around the dark room. Pamela was sitting next to Dean, Kim next to him, Sam next to her, Bobby in the middle of Sam and Pamela. Shuffling a bit, Kim looked unconvincingly at the candles and symbol in front of her.
"Teach me your ways," Kim teased as everyone settled in the chairs, causing Pamela to roll her eyes.
"You'll be begging once I'm done. Take each other's hands," Pamela instructed. Dean held his large hand open and Kim awkwardly placed her small hand in his. He wrapped his fingers around her hand, swallowing it. Kim then moved her hand for Sam to hold. Sam looked at Kim before taking her small hand in his, placing them both in a comfortable position.
"And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched," Pamela slid her hand up Dean's inner thigh, causing him to jump.
"Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there," Dean laughed slightly.
"My mistake," she smirked. Bobby, Sam and Kim rolled their eyes as Dean looked around nervously before lifting him the short sleeve of his top. Kim stared at his upper arm, a large red burn of a handprint blistered on Dean's skin.
"Okay," she said as she placed her hand over his burn.
All four of the closed their eyes after Pamela did, following her moves. Pamela began to chant.
"I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle," Pamela repeated. Suddenly the TV turned on and began to static; she continued. "I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel?" she asked, focused, "No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy."
Dean opened his eyes and looked around, everyone had their eyes open but Pamela.
"Castiel?" Dean asked confused.
"Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back," Pamela explained. A deafening white noise sounded as the static continued. The table began to shake, a powerful force was emerging. "I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face."
Things on shelves rattled and the table continued to shake. The white noise was numbing their ears. Everything was shaking more violently. "Maybe we should stop," Bobby suggested.
"I almost got it. I command you, show me your face!" she screamed, "Show me your face now!" Abruptly, the candles on the table flared up high in the air, the sudden heat spread across the room. The sound of a roaring fire sounded as painful screams of Pamela surrounded the room. Her eyes flew open and were filled with a white-hot flame. She collapsed. The rattling, the static, the white noise disappeared. Bobby caught her and quickly placed her on the ground.
"Call 911!" Bobby yelled as Sam scrambled for the phone as he rolled off his chair. Kim, Bobby and Dean crouched over Pamela. She was unconscious, bleeding from her burnt eyes.
Quickly, her eyelids flew open and she screamed in pain. "I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!" she sobbed. Kim looked form Pamela's helpless form to Dean, both sharing the same horrid expression.
•※•
Kim was alone as she walked down the street. She had just visited Pamela in the hospital. Most of her time there she just sat in her chair next to Bobby and did some research with him. they searched up Castiel but the hadn't found much, not that she had much time to do intricate research. She left once they announced that she was stable, soon to be out of I.C.U. She was walking down a street towards a small cafe at the corner where she was meeting Sam and Dean.
Just as she was about to enter the cafe when Sam and Dean came marching out. Kim furrowed her eyebrows as Dean grabbed her arm and swung her around, facing them all in the same direction.
"You said to meet for pie," Kim sighed, knowing she wasn't going to get any food. For the first time in a while, Kim had finally got her appetite back, but there was no time to eat. She sighed as they dragged her away from the cafe.
"Three demons," Dean announced softly, "There were three demons in there. None of them have any idea what dragged me out of Hell and are just as scared; maybe even more."
"We're not gonna leave them there, are we?" Sam asked, slightly baffled.
"Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us," Dean announced as he pointed to the knife tucked in Kim's waistband.
"I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately," Sam continued, hoping to convince him.
"Not anymore – the smarter brother's back in town," Dean smirked as she pointed to himself. Kim huffed a single laugh.
"Dean, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous," Sam insisted.
"They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time," Dean said instructively, looking from Sam to Kim.
•※•
The three of them were in a motel room and Dean had dazed off slightly, falling asleep on one of the beds, a mirror for a ceiling. Sam was just sitting on the couch and Kim sat with a plate of food beside her as she stared at her laptop. Although she was hungry and tired, she spent her time ignoring the food and the comfy bed behind her to research what the hell 'Castiel' was, but the creature seemed to be hidden away. No mythology circled around Castiel nor did any hunting websites provide any valid information.
She sighed, looking at the plate of food before picking up a fry and placing it in her mouth. She looked over at Sam, who wasn't doing anything. The TV was on but he seemed to be paying no attention to it.
Getting up, she carried the plate over to Sam and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. He looked to it before tracing his eyes up to Kim. He watched as she sat down next to him, the light from the TV casting shadows on her face. Although the room was dark, Sam noticed the dark bags under her eyes and the limpness of her body. Everything about her posture and how she acted suggested she was on the border of exhaustion.
"Why don't you get some sleep, Kim," Sam suggested, "You look like you need it," Kim nodded lightly before getting up and straightening her clothes.
"Only if you finish off the burger. I haven't seen you eat since I got back," Kim informed as she moved around the coffee table.
"I haven't seen you eat, either," Sam huffed a laugh.
"I had a fry," she shrugged, slipping into her pyjamas and sliding into bed. Sam nodded as she did so, the darkness of the room covered her as she changed.
As Kim's head hit the pillow, her eyes began to fall heavy and she closed them. Not long after, she heard a rustling of the motel door. Tilting her head slightly, the TV was turned off and she watched as Sam snuck out of the motel room, too hasty to wait for more than five minutes for Kim to fall asleep. Kim was going to go after him, but she found herself convincing herself that he was fine; so she drifted to sleep with her demon knife under her pillow.
The sound of a familiar static shook the room, it was coming from the once 'off' TV. Kim's heavy head reached up off the pillow, her hand tightly gripping the knife in her hand. The radio suddenly turned on, waking Dean who quickly grabbed his shotgun out from under his bed.
Dean looked over his shoulder to Kim, who was laying down in the next to his. Kim and Dean's eyes widened as the room started to shake more violently. A painfully high-pitched noise screeched from the heavens. A stammered voice emerged from the noise, it seemed to be speaking in a tongue Kim could not understand. It was hidden in the noise, she could vaguely hear a few words she could not understand. The noise was so loud and overbearing that it shattered the mirrored ceilings, causing Kim to forget about the faint voice she heard among the noise.
Shards of broken mirror rained down on Kim and Dean, the two of them moving to quickly shield their eyes. Kim felt pieces of glass stab into her skin as she rolled off the bed and onto the floor, her back facing the ongoing rain of mirror. Her hands moved form shielding her eyes to her ear, screaming to clock out the horrid noise.
The white noise continued as the door busted open and Bobby charged in.
"Dean! Kim!" he screamed, running over to gather Dean. Kim watched as Bobby huddled Dean out of the room. Dean also had his ears covered. Kim cringed in pain as she gathered herself up, bring herself to her feet and running after them. Bobby slammed the door shut after her.
•※•
They gathered themselves in Bobby car as he drove down the road. Dean took the passenger seat as Kim plucked out mirror shards from her knee in the back. Dean wiped some blood off his face as they took a breather, the noise still ringing in both of their heads.
"How you doin', kid?" Bobby asked Dean, looking over him once.
"Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy," Dean muttered sarcastically.
"What about you, Kim," Bobby asked as he looked in the rearview mirror. Kim didn't answer straight away. She cringed in pain, wincing as she pulled out a shard of the mirror from her knee.
"No bad," she panted, looking up at him, blood still dripping from the cuts on her face. Kim looked down as she thought about the voice she heard through the noise, deciding to remain silent.
"So Sam just got up and left," Dean asked Kim and she nodded.
"Yeah, I told you," Dean sighed and pulled out his cell phone and dialled a very familiar number.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked Sam.
"Couldn't sleep, went to get a burger," Sam replied as Dean looked over at Kim, who couldn't hear Sam on the other line.
"In my car?"
"Force of habit, sorry. What are you doing up?" Sam replied.
"Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer with Kim," Dean said, missing Bobby's shocked look. Dean held up a finger to quite him. Bobby was quite surprised at the white lie but made no comment.
"All right, well, uh, spill some for me, huh?" Sam said.
"Done. Catch you later," Deann hung up. Before Bobby could say anything, Dean looked to Kim in the mirror.
"You said you offered him that burger, right?"
"Yeah, placed it right in front of him," Kim nodded. Dean pursed his lips for a second.
"Why the hell didn't you tell him?" Bobby asked, breaking the silence.
"Because he'd just tried to stop us," Dean informed.
"From what? What the hell are we even doing?" Kim asked from the back, holding a cloth to her knee.
"Summoning this thing." Bobby looked astounded, "It's time we faced it head-on,"
"Head on! Dean, I'm all for head-on, but we don't even know if this thing has a head!" Kim argued softly.
"What are we gonna do, Kim? Wait for it to kill us?" Dean replied.
"You can't be serious!"
"As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby," Dean replied calmly. He seemed prepared for anything as if he had already faced the worst.
"Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything," Bobby replied.
"That's why we've got to be ready for anything," he points to Kim, "We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk and I'm sure Kim's brain is filled with symbols for everything," Dean replied, ready as ever.
"This is a bad idea," Bobby muttered.
"A bad idea is drinking until you can't feel your face. This- this is suicide," Kim sighed.
"Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?" Dean argued.
"We could choose life," Bobby sassed.
"Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand," Dean answered solemnly.
"Dean, we could use Sam on this," Bobby suggested.
"Nah, he's better off where he is," Dean replied. There was a silence as Kim sighed in the back.
"If I die because of this, I'm haunting your ass," Kim huffed, preparing herself for the worst. Whatever this Castiel thing was, it was the most omnipotent creature to face Earth; and they were going in head-on.
•※•
The warehouse was big, hopeful with enough meters of walls to withhold the number of symbols, talismans and traps needed to protect themselves. Kim shook the last of the spray cans and continued drawing as many symbols she could remember on the wall, wishing she had the rest of her book with her to help jog her memory.
Everything they know about this creature suggests that what they were doing was an extremely horrible idea, but along with the fact that Dean was too stubborn to back down, Kim also held an interest to discover whatever was speaking that obscure language.
Kim stood back to admire her work after covering the last empty space on the wall with the last symbol she could remember. Sighing, she chucked the empty spray can on the floor next to the others.
A single wooden table was in the room covered in open books that held information about symbols. Kim walked to the book, flicking through it to see if she had missed anything.
She hadn't.
Dean was at the table, setting up all different types of equipment, including the demons knife. "That's a hell of an art project you've got going there," Dean said to Kim as she shuffled through the book.
"Yup, it's one for the museum," Kim nodded, moving away from the book.
"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doin'?" Bobby asked Dean.
"Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of," Dean said confidently.
"This is still a bad idea," Bobby sighed.
"Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times," Dean sighed as Kim looked around, making sure that everything was in place and correct. No lines or cracks in the pain or anything to break the symbol, "What do you say we ring the dinner bell?" Bobby nodded reluctantly.
All three of them moved over to the table as Bobby took a pinch of powder from a bowl and sprinkled it into a larger bowl. It instantly began to smoke and Bobby started chanting in Latin.
•※•
It had been a while since Bobby had finished the chant and nothing had happened. They sat down, Kim swinging her legs as they dangled off the edge of the table. She was beginning to believe that all the symbols were blocking it out. Everyone was bored, all expecting something extravagant to burst through the room the second they had finished the chant.
"You sure you did the ritual right?" Dean asked Bobby, who sent him a flat look. "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?"
A loud rattling on the roof of the warehouse shook the room the second those words left Dean's lips. The noise was loud and consuming as they stared up at the roof. The three of them looked at each other, a shotgun held tightly in Kim's arms. "Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind."
Suddenly, the locked warehouse door burst open with a violent rattle. All heads snapped towards the abrupt movement. The old lights that hung above their head began to burst, one by one, sparks of electricity showering down.
A figure of a man stood in the doorway, his shadow looming around the room dominantly. He walked in slowly, the rain of electricity showing that it was a young man with shaggy hair and a trenchcoat. The roof still rattled like thunder as he calmly made his way towards them.
Bobby and Dean open fire on him as he walked forward and Kim watched as it did nothing, he didn't even flinch. His straight expression fixed on Dean didn't falter as he walked. Dean, with his back to the table, slid the demon knife into his hand and held it behind his back as he approached. Kim stood next to Dean but he used his other hand to slightly push her behind him.
"Who are you?" Dean asked quickly, his eyes never leaving the creature.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," his low voice emitted slowly. His tone wad eep, his eyes hollow and he spoke with a husky croak.
"Yeah. Thanks for that," Dean snarled ungratefully. Dean reared back and plunged the demon knife into the man's chest. The man didn't flinch, nor did he fight back, his superiority showering over them.
Castiel looks down at the knife that stuck out of his chest, unconcerned, and pulled it out, dropping it to the floor. From behind, Bobby attacked; without bothering to turn his head, Castiel deflected Bobby's attack, grabbing the weapon he used and chucking it to the floor. Extremely calmly, he moved two fingers over Bobby's forehead and he crumbled to the floor.
Kim didn't say anything as she watched, she merely ran over to Bobby and check his pulse. He was breathing and Kim felt a wave of relief fall over her.
"He's alive," Kim whispered to herself, but loud enough for Dean to hear. Kim stood up, Castiel now in between Kim and Dean. He turned to Dean and looked knowingly into his eyes.
"We need to talk, Dean. Alone." And with that, the Castiel turned around as Kim stepped back slightly. With the same expression, he placed two fingers on Kim's forehead. Everything was turning black and she felt herself fall; the last thing she was the pure innocents of Castiel's expression.