Chapter 56
I can't say that I was pleased at the latest route that the boys chose to take. However, they were grown men now and they had the right and freedom to make their own decision. At times I really hate free will, but the battleground is humanity and humans have to fight it. I had to respect their decision as much as I disagreed with it. So I traveled to the where Sammael and the others were located.
I found them in a park two towns away from Monument. Azrael sat on the bench next to Micah while Sammael stared at the nearest tree. They appeared to be waiting for me. Sammael turned and studied me for a moment.
"It took you long enough," she greeted me.
"I had some things to take care of," I told her.
"Where are the boys?" Micah demanded.
"They're in Monument," I shrugged. "They wanted to take Bella on by themselves."
"They told you not to interfere?" Micah sat forward.
"Yes," I frowned. "Is there something I should know about?"
"She's capable of anything," Azrael muttered.
"What do you mean by that?" I frowned.
"I mean," Azrael's voice became gravelly. "That she's liable to do anything to have her way."
"She stole the best weapon they have against the Legion," I sighed.
"Perhaps," Azrael shrugged. "But those two would be able to fight without relying on that weapon."
"It's probably gone," Sammael nodded.
"Sold," Micah agreed.
"Hmm," I glanced away and then turned to them. "She wouldn't…"
"Turn them in?" Micah finished my thought.
I nodded.
"Well," he shrugged in reply.
I threw my head back and stared at the sky for a moment. They had made me promise that I wouldn't interfere. Now they were quite possibly in the largest trap they had ever known.
"How bad is it?" I whispered.
"Lilith's group is on the move," Micah answered.
I stared at him for a moment. "I know," I feigned interest in a tree.
"There is talk that you had a meeting with her," Sammael broached the topic.
I thought of the scene in the cemetery and exhaled. "I doubt that I would have called that a meeting."
"She told you her plan?" Micah said too nonchalantly.
"She wants Sam dead and probably Dean as well," I remarked.
"Sam's in her sights," Micah rubbed his chin.
"Yes," I glared at him. "You knew that it would happen. She's not one to stand competition. We knew that it was going to be trouble when she escaped."
"What does she think of Ruby helping them?" Sammael demanded.
"She doesn't consider Ruby a threat," I explained. "But then again, what kind of threat is she to Lilith?"
"Lilith was pretty unstoppable the last time we encountered her," Azrael murmured.
"And there were far less people on the planet," I added.
"Yes," Azrael agreed. "It made it easier to spot her. What kind of body is she in?"
"She's in a child's body," I told him.
Sammael lowered her head. "Well this certainly complicates matters."
I smiled wanly but there was something at the edge of my consciousness. I realized what it was. I was being called.
"I better answer them," I said.
"Be careful," Azrael warned.
"I always am," I assured him.
I became light and traveled to the exact location of the call. I took my time to appear for I realized that the boys were in jail.
"What?" I was puzzled.
"Bella," Dean refused to look at me.
"Huh?" I looked at Sam.
"She called Hendrickson," Sam continued. "He busted us and now we're waiting to be transported to prison for our crimes."
"She wasn't there when you got there," I nodded.
"She either made you," Sam reasoned. "Or she simply had this plan in place all along."
"That's pretty low," I commented.
"Yeah," Dean shrugged. "I will actually be guilty of murder this time around."
"I suppose I should get you out of here?" I offered.
"No," Dean shook his head.
"What?" Sam was puzzled.
"It's better to do this while they're transporting us," he explained.
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Don't stay too far away."
"So does this mean I get to interfere?" I smiled.
"No," Dean shook his head. "You don't help until we ask for it."
I sighed. "Your father taught you too well."
"Anything that we should know?" Dean asked.
"I think that the demons might know where you are," I suggested.
Sam stared at me for a moment. "You don't think that Bella is working for a demon do you?"
I shrugged in reply.
"She may not know that she is," Dean exhaled. "She said that she had something to do with the gun."
"Do you want me to track her?" I offered.
"No," Dean shook his head. "We need you to just stay nearby in case we need you. But I suspect that you're not going to be able to do anything."
"Why do you think that?" Sam interjected.
"Don't worry about it," Dean told him.
Sam arched an eyebrow and I will confess to being curious as well. However, it was Dean who was in charge at the moment.
"Any suggestions?" Dean smiled.
"Don't die," I replied.
"Yes," Dean nodded. "That would be…"
"Inconvenient," Sam added.
I sensed someone's approach and I made myself disappear from view. It was Hendrickson. His demeanor reflected the confidence in a person who had managed to win. I sensed something else was near. I left them to have their conversation and walked outside of the building.
I looked into the distance and saw that a helicopter approached. However there was something on board. It was a demon. I closed my eyes for a moment and calculated what the risk to them was. However there was no way to warn them in time, I had to trust that they would be alert enough to get out of this situation. My hands were completely tied. I sensed Michael present as well.
I found him waiting by the gas station across from the sheriff's office.
"Are you going to help them?" he asked.
"I can't," I replied.
"Which one asked you to keep out of it," Michael sounded curious.
"Dean," I answered.
Michael stared at me for a moment. He said nothing as the helicopter landed. Then it happened. The demon dressed in a suit killed the pilot and the deputies who were stationed outside. Michael kept his hand on my shoulder as we waited for the inevitable to happen.
A few minutes went by when we heard shots ring out. I knew that the boys lived but we saw the smoke escape the building. I turned to Michael.
"They're already on their way," he said.
I stretched my senses and sensed them as well. "This is not going to be good," I murmured.
"These are the ones who are loyal to Lilith," Michael observed.
"Of course," I snapped. "The ones who would follow Sam aren't going to try and kill them."
"They might take Dean out of the equation," Michael suggested.
"We're not speaking of that," I warned.
"Have you found the marker for Dean's soul yet?" Michael asked.
"No," I admitted.
"This isn't good," Michael murmured.
I refused to say anything more.
I stepped away from Michael and he grabbed my shoulder.
"We can't interfere," he hissed.
"I know that," I muttered. "But I'd like to make certain that they are still in one piece."
I shrugged him off and returned to their cell. Dean was bleeding from the shoulder and Sam was attempting to stem the bleeding.
"Kelsey," he whispered.
"I should have said, avoid getting shot," I muttered.
"Is there anything you can do?" Sam asked.
I studied Dean for a moment. I entered the cell and checked his shoulder. The bullet had passed through the area however he was losing a great deal of blood. I placed my hand over the wound.
"Don't heal it," Dean shook his head.
"You'll die, if she doesn't," Sam argued.
"They know I'm bleeding," Dean shook his head. "Just help to slow it a bit. So I don't lose consciousness."
I nodded and did as he asked. The blood flow was greatly reduced and while he still bled, it was not enough to weaken him.
"It's not like they'd believe that she showed up," Sam grated.
"Sammy," Dean's voice held a warning note. "We're not having this argument."
Sam looked away from me and sighed. "You'd better make yourself scarce. We couldn't stop the demon before he left that Deputy Director."
I nodded and left them in the station. Free Will dictated that I follow their wishes.
