Chapter 55

I saw that she returned to her car and headed toward the residential district of the town. I made note of her direction.

"Meet us at the motel," Dean continued.

"Which one?" I asked.

"You always find us," Dean said.

"Fine," I nodded.

The call ended and I stayed in the park until I sensed that they were close then I traveled to the motel and waited for them in front of their motel room.

The car drove up to the door and stopped. Sam got out first.

"Kelsey?" he stared at me with an expression of awe on his face.

"She can always find us," Dean said as he got out of the car.

"I see that," Sam nodded.

"Well boys," I smiled. "I suppose you want her exact location."
"We already know where she is," Dean told me.

I tilted my head sideways at him. "I don't understand."

"You're to stay out of this," Dean said.

"Is that wise?" Sam asked.

"She can't be involved," Dean insisted.

"I won't get involved," I agreed.

"How are you going to promise that?" Sam demanded.

"Maybe we should take this inside," Dean suggested.

"What?" Sam glared at him.

"Relax Sam," I whispered.

Sam narrowed his gaze at me and nodded curtly. He opened the door and waited for me to walk through it. They followed me into the room and I perched on the chair while they threw their duffle bags on the bed.

"Well," Sam's lips pressed into a fine line.

"If I tell her that I don't want her help, she has to do it," Dean said.

"What?" Sam scoffed. "This is Kelsey. She's not going to not get involved!"

"Yes she will," Dean nodded. "Even if it means that we end up dead. She will do what we ask."

Sam's eyes widened. "How do you know that?"

"Dad," Dean shrugged.

I tilted my head sideways. "What?"

Dean turned to me and gave a half – smile. "You were there at the hospital. You couldn't interfere and bring me back. Dad made you agree not to interfere while he made that deal with that yellow – eyed son of a bitch."

Sam frowned. "Dean?"

I chuckled. "There are times you're very good at making people forget just how smart you really are."

"It's a gift," Dean said seriously.

"She may have agreed to do that with Dad but not with us," Sam argued. "She's helped raise us. We're practically her own."

"We are her own Sam," Dean countered. "But she's not a demon. She has to obey the rules."

"You've spoken to Bobby," I surmised.

"Nope, wait…nope" Dean shook his head. "I know that you're a supernatural being, just like I know the others are as well. You're never around when Ruby is or if you are she can't sense you. It puzzled me for a while but then I realized that you had to be on opposite sides. You aren't pulling for Hell and neither is she," he paused. "Or at least so she says."

"But?" I prompted.

"But, if you're not with her, then it means that you're something completely different," Dean shrugged.

"What am I?" I asked.

"I'm not prepared to answer that question yet," Dean grinned at me.

"I wish someone would let me in on this," Sam sighed as he sat heavily on the bed.

"You know that when we were kids," Dean leaned on the table. "Any time we needed you, you showed up. It didn't matter what was going on, as long as we needed you, there you were."

"No she wasn't," Sam disagreed.

"I'm not talking about us wanting her, Sammy," Dean exhaled. "I'm talking about genuine need. She's pulled us from the fire in times when we didn't even know we were in danger."

I arched an eyebrow. "You put this together?" I was impressed.

"It wasn't hard," Dean shook his head. "I know you had to have been there at the hospital. I also know based on how you reacted to Dad's death, that you weren't surprised at what he did. You didn't stop me from making the deal either which means that you can't interfere with free will."

"But she has," Sam said pointedly.

"No," Dean argued.

"What about when she became human," Sam reminded him. "You said that she had battled something but you weren't conscious when it happened."
"That wasn't free will," Dean scoffed.

"What of that woman at the orphanage?" Sam brought up the past. "She carried you and Dad out of there."

"Dad brought her on the hunt with us," Dean explained.

"Okay, then," Sam folded his arms. "How is it that she was there the night I left for Stanford?"

"I needed her," Dean said quietly.

"How did she know?" Sam arched his brow.

"Because he called me," I replied.

Sam sat forward and studied me for a moment. I could tell that his brain was working furiously to put everything in place.

"You bonded with Dean?" Sam's voice held a note of suspicion.

"No," I shook my head. "He bonded with me."

"I don't understand," Sam's frown deepened.

I took a moment. We were crossing into very dangerous territory. I had never had to explain to anyone before about the bonding that can take place between human and angel. I stared at Sam and recalled wanting to purge him of the demon blood bond, however, it was not to be and there were orders to be fulfilled.

"You know that supernatural entities can form bonds with people," I began.

"Yes," Dean nodded. "Spirits can haunt people. So there must be some form a of a bond."

"Exactly," I smiled. "A demon will force a bond on a person via some means of coercion or deal. But a being like myself, we cannot form bonds. Bonds must be made with us."

"How?" Dean asked.

I thought back to the moment he had made it with me. "When you were a child and Sam was still a baby, you formed the bond Dean," I explained.

"I formed the bond?" Dean appeared surprised.

"The innocence of your heart formed it and you bound me to you," I chuckled.

"It's more complicated than that," Sam insisted.
"Actually things aren't nearly as complicated as you'd like to think," I straightened.

"Did you bond with Dad?" Sam asked.

"Dad was more complicated than that," Dean answered.

Sam stared at the floor for a moment. "Yeah, you're right."

"So you want me to not interfere," I sighed.

"Regardless of what happens," Dean nodded. "I'm not going to be responsible for losing you."

I arched a brow at him. "I can take care of myself."

"I was there that time when you couldn't," Dean's eyes became stormy. His voice dropped in pitch and tone as the intensity of his emotions emerged. "When you wouldn't wake up, we nearly went crazy in that house. Sure we laughed it off, especially when you were busy screaming about the belly button. But we were scared Kelsey. There are things out there that can kill you. I don't know what will happen if you die and I don't want to find out."

I was silent for a moment. He didn't know about the death of angels. Those who had fallen in battle were left in a state of non – awareness. We couldn't bring them out of it and we had tried. It had to do with the manner of the 'death'. We were all bound by rules as well. We understood that at some point they would become unbound, however, there were those who had been in that state from the first war.

Dean, John and Bobby had witnessed a part of it. It had shaken them considerably and I knew that they were grateful when I had returned to my true state. Sam's face mirrored the conflict he was experiencing. I realized that they still kept secrets from each other.

"I'll be fine," I assured Dean.
"But you can't really be certain," he insisted.

"No," Sam agreed. "You can't."

I rolled my eyes at the united front that they were putting up.

"What?" Dean demanded.

"You two haven't changed since you were children," I commented. "No matter how upset the two of you are with each other, when you need to be on the same side, you are."

"We're brothers," Sam grinned.

"I know," I agreed.

"So, does this mean that you'll stay out of it?" Dean asked.

"I shall do what you ask," I nodded. "In fact I'll go away and when you need me you call me."

"Because we have your number," Sam chuckled.

"Actually I think you'd better just call my name. It's a lot faster," I refused to look at them.

"Excuse me?" Dean's voice became gravelly.

"Well," I kept my eyes fixed on the door. "I can hear when you call my name."

Dean's face loomed before me as his nose was less than an inch from mine. "You never told us this before. Did Dad know?"

"I believe he did," I kept my facial expression straight.

"How do you know?" Sam pressed.

"Because I told him," I hopped off the chair. "He tried to summon me once, and I told him how to call me."

Sam shook his head. "We should have figured…"

"That." Dean finished.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "So, I'll leave you to it and you call me when you're ready."
"Fair enough," Dean agreed.

Sam nodded his response and I left them there in that motel room.