Chapter 38
Dean
The last time Cas zapped me anywhere; I didn't shit for a week. This time, it was the last thing on my mind. The sigils that were now etched into my wife's rib cage made it hard for Cas to get back to exactly where he had hidden her, but we were running, full tilt, up the steps towards a tiny apartment. I had no idea what part of the world we were in, but I knew that it was nowhere I had ever been before. Sam and Lucia were right on my tail as we ran, doing our best to get back to the girls before Ouriel managed to find them.
As four shots rang out, echoing through the corridors of the tiny white building, I hesitated only long enough to throw a glance back at Sam. Four back-to-back shots were pretty much Serra's signature and it didn't take me long to realize that we might already be too late.
"Grace!" I screamed, slamming into a locked wooden gate. "Grace!"
There were four more shots and yelling from the girls as I stood back long enough to shoot out the lock in the wood. I kicked the gate open and continued up the tiny, curved stairs two at a time. Cas stopped me in front of a door and pointed. "I don't know how he could have gotten in," Cas breathed, pointing. "I painted that sigil myself."
There was a scorch mark through the red symbol painted on the door and I closed my eyes, wondering how the fuck I could have been so naive. "It was Lailah," I whispered. "It had to be Lailah."
I pounded on the door, trying to get to my wife and kids. "Grace!" I screamed, Sam right behind me. "Serra! Grace!"
Sam pulled me away from the door and shot through the doorknob, but the wooden door remained firmly shut. "What the fuck?" Sam yelled, turning towards Cas. "Get us in there!"
Lucia stepped forward and placed her hand on the ancient wooden door. It glowed blue momentarily and then dimmed. "Ouriel has sealed it shut. There is no way in."
"Grace!" I bellowed again, slamming my hand on the door. "Grace!"