Where's Mom?
Sam and Dean Winchester stood inside the abandoned warehouse after finally managing to escape from Gabrel's - over wise known as The Trickster - Changing Channel games by trapping him in a ring of holy oil.
"So. Boys. Now what?" Gabriel questioned them, until to move due to the ring of fire that surrounded him. "We stare at each other for the rest of eternity?"
Dean shook his head. "Well, first of all, you're gonna bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him." He demanded angrily.
Gabriel cocked his head to the side. "Oh am I?"
"Yeah." Dean nodded in confirmation. "Or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel." He threatened. Gabriel gave in with a sigh and brought his hand up. He snapped his fingers and Castiel appeared beside them. "Cas, you okay?" Dean asked him.
"I'm fine." Cas nodded before he turned to the other angel. "Hello, Gabriel." He greeted.
"Hey, bro." Gabriel replied, his tone of voice light. "How's the search for Daddy going?" He questioned and without waiting for a answer, he continued. "Let me guess. Awful?" Castiel narrowed his eyes at him.
Dean grabbed Castiel by his jacket. "Okay, we're out of here. Come on, Sam." He told them and turned to walk away. Sam followed him.
"Uh. Okay. Guys?" Gabriel called out to them. He didn't get a reply. "So, so what? Huh?" He looked panicked. "You're just gonna...You're gonna leave me here forever?"
Dean stopped and turned around just as he reached the door. "No. We're not." He shook his head. "'Cause we don't screw with people the way you do, and for the record? This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family." He barely managed to contain his anger as he reached over to a fire alarm that sat next to the door and pulled it. Sprinkles of water came out of the ceiling, putting out the ring of fire that surrounded Gabriel. Dean pointed a finger at him. "Don't say I never did anything for you." Without waiting for a reply, Dean left with Sam and Cas following him.
They walked over to the Impala. When they reached it, Dean turned to Sam. "All that stuff he was spouting in there, you think it was the truth?" He questioned curiously.
Sam shrugged. "I think he believes it." He replied.
Dean sighed and scratched the back of his head. "So what do we do?"
"I don't know." Sam admitted.
Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket and groaned at the missed calls he had received. "Well I'll tell you one thing." He gulped. "Right about now I wish I was back in a TV show."
"Why's that?" Sam eyed him.
"I was meant to meet Delilah Three hours ago." He said sheepishly. "You think she's gonna be pissed?"
Sam chuckled. "Aw man," He slapped his brother on the back "I'm so glad I'm not you right now."
"Shut up." Dean growled. "That's not helping."
"Well, maybe Cas can-" He frowned when he noticed that Cas was no longer standing with them. "Hey, where'd he go?" He wondered.
Dean shrugged. "You know what Cas is like." He replied as he opened the drivers side door. "But seriously, what do I say to Delilah, man?" He asked, crossing his arms and leaning them on the roof of his car.
Sam rolled his eyes and pulled open his own door. "Just tell her the truth." He said simply.
"Oh and what's that exactly?" He sounded annoyed. "Oh, hey, baby. I'm sorry I didn't make it. You see, a Trickster – Who we later found out isn't a Trickster at all but the Archangel Gabriel - stuck me and Sam in a ton of different TV shows and I had no way to contact you." He said in a sarcastic tone. "You think she'll believe that?" He asked. "Hell, I'm not even sure that I believe that."
Sam laughed under his breath. "Just send her a text letting her know that you're on your way and explain it to her when you get there." He shrugged.
Dean nodded. "Alright. I will." He agreed and ducked into his car. When he sat down, he sent her a quick text.
Crap. I'm sorry baby.
Me and Sam got stuck in
T.V land by an angel
I'll explain later.
I'm on my way.
When Sam was settled, Dean chucked his cell phone in his lap. Sam rolled his eyes and picked the cell phone up and stuck it in the glove compartment. "You think we can catch some sleep before we get back on the road?" Sam questioned.
Dean shook his head. "I can't, man. I shouldn't of missed today." He sounded disappointed at himself. "An if I hurry then maybe I'll still catch 'em." He knew that they would have a lot to talk about.
Sam frowned and glanced at Dean just as Dean started the engine. "Catch who?"
"Delilah..." He trailed off before clearing his throat. "Delilah and Billy." He drove onto the road.
Sam's nose crinkled up. "Who's Billy?" He questioned.
"You remember when I told you 'bout Delilah's boyfriend who cheated on her when he found out that she was pregnant with his kid?" He glanced at Sam and saw him nod. "Yeah, that's Billy."
Sam looked at him like he was crazy. "And why the hell are you two meeting up with this guy?" He asked in disbelief.
When Dean answered, his voice was strained. "He wants a chance to get to know Jack."
Sam frowned at his brother's tone and realised that Dean didn't like this one bit. "How do you feel about it?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't do your therapist routine."
Sam sighed. "I'm not Dean, I was just wondering if it bothered you. That's all."
Dean scoffed. "Bothers me? Of course it bothers me, Sammy." He kept his eyes on the road. "Who wants their girl goin' and meetin' up with an ex that they have a kid with?" He didn't wait for an answer. "No shit that bothers me." His grip tightened on the steering wheel. "It's why I was gonna go with her til' Trick-ass screwed it up."
Sam eyed him. "So...you're jealous." He tried really, really hard to contain his smile but he ultimately failed.
"No." He scoffed again. "I'm not jealous." He denied.
Sam laughed quietly. "Yeah, OK, Dean." He couldn't be bothered to argue. "So you was actually going to go with Delilah and meet the father of her child so they could decide if he was going to meet his son or not." He clarified.
Dean nodded. "Yep." He popped the 'p'.
"That has to be the most grown up thing you've ever done." Sam commented with amusement.
"Hey!" Dean protested, hurt on his features. "I do plenty of grown up stuff."
"Name Three."
"Easy. Poker," Dean answered smugly. "Beer and sex."
Sam rolled his eyes.
Bobby tapped his knee nervously as he rung Delilah. He kept glancing at the clock, his anxiety increasing as the minutes ticked by. "Dammit!" He yelled loudly when he heard Delilah's voice-mail and he threw his phone across the room. It landed noisily behind the sofa. "Where the hell are you, girl?" He muttered removing his hat. He also threw that and it landed with a soft thump against the front door.
Delilah had now been gone for Six hours and he was worrying like a mother hen. When he'd noticed that she'd been out for Five hours, he'd tried to ring her, wanting to know that she was OK but he didn't get an answer and his heart dropped into his stomach, fearing the worse.
He didn't like admitting it but he was petrified and he'd only felt like this a few times in his life. First, was when he was a kid and his Daddy would beat him. Second, was the time when his beloved wife was possessed and he had to kill her, the third was when Dean sold his soul and the fourth was when the final seal had broken and Lucifer rose from his cage.
"Grampa?" Jack's quiet voice called from the stairs. Bobby turned around and saw him standing on the middle of the stairs, holding onto the banister with a worried look on his face.
Bobby tried to hide his worry and forced a smile. "What's up, boy?"
Jack didn't seem to buy it. "Where's Mom?" He frowned. "She said she'd be back soon but she's been gone ages now."
Damn boy was too smart for his own good. "She's fine, Jack." He didn't know if he was trying to assure himself or Jack.
Jack wasn't convinced. "Then where is she?"
"Jack..." Bobby said and pinched the bridge of his nose. The boy was his whole world but he didn't need this right now. "Just go ta' bed, she'll be here in the mornin'."
Jack eyed him before he sulkily retreated back up the stairs and Bobby sighed in relief. He glanced at the front door, hoping that Delilah would step through it.
It didn't happen and Bobby felt his heart break.
It was night time when Sam and Dean arrived at Bobby's. Dean turned off the engine and they both climbed out of the car, slamming the doors closed in unison. They walked up Bobby's porch and barely had a chance to knock before a worried looking Bobby swung the door open. He looked upset when he saw Sam and Dean.
"Nice greetin' there, Bobby." Dean joked and glanced over Bobby's shoulder.
"I should put you over my knee, boy." Bobby responded angrily.
"Damn, I didn't know you were so kinky."
"Dean." Sam stopped him, noticing the look on Bobby's face. "Bobby, what's happened?"
That seemed to bring Dean back to reality and he also noticed the look on Bobby's face. His heart clenched tightly in his chest and he felt his mouth go dry.
"Delilah." Bobby's voice was gruff, strained and riddled with emotion. "She ain't come back yet."
With those five worlds, Dean felt like his world shattered and he swallowed thickly. "What do you mean?" He questioned with a pained voice. His jaw clenched. "What do you mean she hasn't come back?" He felt a mixture of emotions. He felt sad, upset, devastated, angry, pissed and guilty. This was all his fault; if only he'd managed to go with her.
"It means exactly how it sounds, boy!" Bobby couldn't control his temper. He found himself needing to blame someone so then maybe he could make sense of the situation, and to him, it made sense to blame Dean. After all, Dean was meant to go with her and if he was there, nothing would of happened. "I've been try'n to ring her for the past hour n' I ain't got nothin'." He gave Dean an angry look. "Ya' were meant ta' go with her."
Dean had a pained look on his face. "I know, Bobby." He replied with a strained voice. "I know this is my fault." He admitted. "You think I don't know that?"
"Guys." Sam interrupted them. "This isn't helping." He told them and turned to Bobby. "You don't even know if anything has happened to her yet so stop jumping to conclusions." He took a deep breath. "Why don't we get inside and figure out our next move?" He suggested. Dean and Bobby nodded in agreement and they stepped into the house. Sam closed the door behind him while Dean sat on the coffee table, his head dropping into his hands. "When was the last time you heard from her?" Sam questioned Bobby.
"Before she left." He answered. "I rang her after she'd been out for 'bout five hours n' she wouldn't pick up." He looked just how Dean felt.
Sam nodded, taking the information in. He knew he'd have to be strong for them since Delilah was a big part of both of their lives. He also cared for Delilah but he knew that this was harder on them. "Could her phone just be on silent?" He questioned.
Bobby shook his head. "She wouldn't do that."
Sam thought for a second before saying. "Maybe she just can't hear it." He said. "Maybe she left it in the car or she has it in her pocket. I know I don't always hear my cell." He didn't want them thinking the worst until they had evidence. He glanced over at Dean, who still had his head in his hands and he felt a pang of sympathy.
"What're the chances of that, Sam?" Dean questioned, lifting up his head. His eyes were rimmed with red and his voice sounded like he was holding back tears. "I told you but you had to convince me." He muttered, chuckling dryly.
Sam frowned, confused. "What're you talking about?" He asked.
He stood up. "You," He pointed at Sam. "You told me to tell her how I felt. Said everythin' would be OK." He shook his head. "You told me to ignore the Winchesters curse n' take my chances n' now look." He raised his arms. "Look what's happened!" He roared.
Sam looked shocked. "This isn't your fault, Dean." He denied.
Dean ran a hand down his face. "I should of just stayed away from her but noooo," He drew the word out. "I just couldn't help myself, could I?" He really wanted to punch something, preferably, himself for being so damn selfish. He should of just ignored his feeling and left her alone.
Sam had had enough. "Dean!" He raised his voice. "Calm the hell down. We don't know if anything has happened yet." He exhaled. "Bobby," He turned to the older man. "Do you know where they were meeting?"
Bobby nodded. "Sandra's diner."
"There we go." Sam pointed to Bobby as he looked at Dean. "Our first lead. We'll go and check the place out. Probably find Delilah there, safe and sound." He assured them before smirking. "And how dumb are you two gonna feel?"
Dean and Bobby shared a sheepish look.
"Look." Sam pointed as Dean pulled into the car pack. "It's Delilah's car." He looked at Dean and gave him a smile. "I told you that she was fine."
Dean felt his heart leap with joy and he ignored Sam. He quickly parked the car and jumped out, marching straight into the diner. Sam barely managed to keep up with him.
A bell rung as he pushed the diners door open and he scanned the area. His worry came back when he didn't spot her anywhere and he gave Sam a nervous look.
Sam noticed his brothers look and gave him a sympathetic smile just as a waitress walked pass them. "Hey." Sam stopped her. She turned around at his voice and gave him a flirty smile. "Did you see a young woman in here tonight?" Sam questioned her. "Pretty, long blonde hair, blue eyes?"
The waitress looked thoughtful before she nodded. "Yeah, she was sitting with some guy." The flirty smile didn't leave her face and she crossed her arms over her chest, purposely pushing up her breasts.
Sam almost rolled his eyes. "Can you tell me where she is?"
The waitress frowned. "I don't ask people where they're goin' when they leave." She replied.
Dean's face dropped. "She's not here?" He questioned. "She's not in the bathroom or somethin'?" He sounded hopeful.
She shook her head and sighed, clearing annoyed by how much attention this girl was getting. "Nope." She said. "She left 'bout Two n' a half hours ago now."
Sam swore his brother looked like he was about to drop to his knees.
"She's not there, Sammy." Dean said numbly as they exited the diner. "Where the hell is she?"
"We'll find her, Dean." Sam assured him as they walked to the car park. "We'll check out her car. See if we can find a lead." Dean nodded but didn't say anything as they walked over to Delilah's car. "No keys." Sam noticed as he glanced in the car. "She didn't get in the car then." He observed. "Sorry." He apologized when he noticed the distraught look on Dean's face and he wished he'd kept his mouth shut. Him and Dean knew that it could only mean one thing: Something grabbed her before she could get in her car.
"Sammy." The sound of Dean's strained voice made him turn around and he saw Dean staring at the floor. He glanced down and in the orange glare from the street light, was a small puddle of blood about the size of a coin.
They both looked up at the same time, worry etched on their features.
Dean rested his head against his steering wheel while Sam went back into the dinner. They had noticed a CCTV camera outside of the diner, facing the parking lot and they knew that whatever happened to Delilah would be on it. Sam had told him to go and wait in the car, that he would get the tape for them and Dean had agreed, just wanting a moment to himself.
He felt like he couldn't breath. His heart ached in his chest and he felt sick. He wished that he had never gone on that hunt with Sammy, that he had just gone straight to Delilah. Then maybe he would have been able to save her. He thought back to the day that he had met her, how beautiful she looked, despite the blood.
He thought back to the script, a time where he'd hadn't known her, only knew of her. If someone had told him back then that he would meet her and fall for her, he'd have laughed in their face. He smiled slightly as he remembered all of the times he'd made her blush, how innocent she had been before she'd met him. It only took her a few weeks and then she was almost as dirty as him. He was impressed with how quickly she'd grown to take his comments with confidence, and even threw a few of her own in there.
He remembered fixing her up in the back seat of his Impala, and how strong she was, barely even flinching when the needle pierced her skin. He knew that she was strong but he didn't know if she was strong enough to go through what she was now.
He exhaled noisily and leaned back against his seat, glancing over at the diner. He saw Sam talking with the waitress before they disappeared from sight.. He remembered a time when he would have thrown that waitress a smirk, a few flirty lines and winks before he would have fucked her against the wall in the car park. Delilah had changed him. He no longer felt the need to look at other women or flirt with them. He didn't want them to have his attention, he wanted to save all of that for Delilah.
He remembered the first time he'd kissed her. Her lips were so soft and unsure but she grew more confident with every movement. It was a moment he would never forget, as cheesy as it sounded. Something else he'd definitely never forget, was when they'd made love.
Yep, made love. Not fucked, but actually made love. That was a first for Dean. He wanted to fuck her, hell, he tried to fuck her but the moment he entered her, it was so intense and embarrassingly enough, emotional, that he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't do emotions and sex. He was always a Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am type of guy but she'd changed him. Again.
He noticed Sam wave to the waitress as he left the diner, a tape in his hand and he swallowed nervously, not sure that he wanted to know what was on it.
Sam's footsteps got louder as he got closer and soon enough, he was at the door, pulling it open and climbing inside. He glanced up at him, his eyes analysing as he asked. "You ready?"
"Yep." No.
Bobby was practically shaking as Sam popped the cassette into the video player. He stepped back as the machine pulled it in and Sam grabbed the control, sitting next to Dean who was sat on the coffee table again.
"Here we go." Sam muttered as he fast forwarded the tape to the moment that Delilah left the diner.
They watched the black and white screen as Delilah and Billy exited the diner. They walked over to the car park and Dean's jaw clenched when Billy grabbed Delilah's arm. They seemed to exchange a few words before a man slowly walked up behind Delilah and raised his hand. It appeared to have a knife in it and he brought the butt of it down on the back of her head. She fell forward and crashed to the ground. Dean looked away but Sam's voice made him turn back around. "Dean."
The camera appeared fuzzy for a moment as Billy and the man exchanged a few words. Behind the man, appeared Three more people. In the middle of them was a struggling woman with tape over her mouth. The two men either side of her, roughly pushed her towards Billy and Billy caught her in his arms.
One of the two men then picked up Delilah in a princess carry and disappeared from the camera with the other man following him as Billy and they mysterious woman hugged. The man that hit Delilah over the head suddenly looked up at the CCTV camera and smirked, his eyes turning black before he walked away.
Sam paused it and glanced at Bobby and Dean who had matching expressions.
"Demons." Bobby spat with venom.
Dean's fist thumped loudly against the coffee table. "God dammit!" He cursed.
A little sniffle from behind them made them turn around. Jack stood on the stairs, in the same place he did earlier with silent tears running down his cheeks.
"Crap." Bobby sighed, closing his eyes. Delilah would be so disappointed if she knew that he saw that. "Jack..."
Jack's little lip trembled. "Mommy?" He whimpered, his eyes big, watery and sad.
Surprisingly, it was Dean that stood and walked over to the bottom of the steps. He held his hands out to Jack. Jack understood and held onto the banister as he walked down the last few steps.
When he reached the last step, Dean put his hands on the young boys shoulders and knelt down. "Your Mom's gonna be fine." Dean told him confidently. "You know why?" He question, moving a hand off of Jack's shoulder and wiping away his tears.
Jack shook his head and looked at Dean with a distraught expression. "Noo." He whimpered out.
"'Cause I'm gonna find her."His voice was firm. "And nothing on this planet can stop me."
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