Chapter 22- Jimmy The Angel Condom
Elliott couldn't help but stare. This was probably the strangest thing she had ever witnessed and she hunted monsters. Not-Castiel was sitting across from her shoveling fast food burgers into his gullet. Apparently Castiel the angel of the lord had been banished out of his vessel and sent to Heaven. This was of course right after the angel had sent Dean a message in his dream. That there was something urgent they needed to know and he had to tell them in person. The man in front of them sucked down his pop noisily.
They all sat around a little table in a crappy motel, unable to stop staring. It was so weird watching this man, Jimmy Novak. He looked like Castiel but that was it. Everything was different about him. The way he moved, his facial expressions, his vocabulary not to mention his voice. It was like night and day. Castiel's well known voice was deep, rough, and monotoned, but not Jimmy Novak. Jimmy's voice was much lighter and expressive.
"I'm hungry." Castiel- no Jimmy shrugged at Dean's judgmental stare and kept eating.
"When's the last time you ate?" Elliott tilted her head slightly as she watched with bugged eyes. Unable to look away.
"I don't know, months?" He shrugged again taking an even bigger bite.
"Cas said he wanted to tell us something." Sam fidgeted. "Please tell me you remember that?"
"I'm sorry. I can hardly remember anything. It's like being strapped to a comet." He slurped down the rest of his coke.
"Come on, anything." Dean rolled his eyes. "What do you know?"
"My name is Jimmy Novak. I'm from Pontiac Illinois. I have a family. Oh, my family. I need to get back to them. They must be so worried." Jimmy fretted.
Elliott wanted to reach out and comfort the man but held back. He may be a human now but not long ago he was possessed by a very powerful angel. Angels still gave her the heebie geebies, and knowing he wasn't an angel now didn't help calm her instincts.
"What the Hell are we supposed to do about this?" Elliott ran her fingers through her hair. She glanced around the empty parking lot before turning back to the Winchesters.
"He's got a family Ell. We send him home." Dean replied like it was obvious.
"Dean, he's the only lead we got." Sam sighed.
"Sam!" Elliott scolded. Sam twitched and gave her an apologetic smile.
"He doesn't know anything." Dean looked back to the motel room window, where the man sat watching tv.
"Dean maybe he doesn't even know what he knows." Sam tried this time for a gentler approach. Running a shaky hand through his shaggy mane, he sighed. "Maybe we get him to Bobby's try a psychic or something?" Elliott watched his hands fall to his side, fingers twitching anxiously.
"I don't know," Dean drawled looking to Elliott for help but Elliott was too focused on his brother's odd fidgeting. When Sam noticed her narrowed eyes on his hands, he balled them up into a fist to stifle their trembling. Then clearing his throat he relaxed his hands into his pockets, avoiding her suspicious eyes.
"We can't just let the only lead we got skip out." He continued not meeting Elliott's appalled glare.
"He's a person, Sam. Not a lead."
"Think about it, Ellie. If we want to question him, you can damn well bet the demons do too." He almost snapped at her.
"Dammit." Dean growled, not liking his logic.
It wasn't easy explaining to Jimmy that he couldn't go home. He definitely didn't take it well. They were so worried that he was a flight risk they decided to take turns to keep watch through the night.
Elliott was starting to get worried about her giant. Something was off with him. He had been twitchy, anxious, and had been snapping at little things all week. When she asked him about it, he told her he was fine and that she was just imagining things. She wasn't sure if Dean had noticed but if this continued, she'd have to talk to him about it.
The warmth that had been wrapped around her rolled away. The bed shifted as Sam got up waking her from her sleep.
"Sam?" Elliott mumbled half asleep.
"Hey, baby. Go back to sleep." Sam murmured gently. "I just need a little caffeine. I'm getting a soda from the vending machine. You want anything, for tomorrow morning?"
"Pop." Elliott hummed already falling back asleep. She felt Sam's lips on hers briefly and he was gone. She passed out before he even opened the motel door.
Elliott couldn't help but feel partially to blame when she woke up. Jimmy had snuck out while Sam had gone to get them pop. She should have woken up to keep watch for Sam. It took no time at all for the three hunters to pack up and do a quick web search for the Novak home address. Once the Impala was loaded, they were on their way. Unfortunately, it was a few hours away.
When they finally pulled up to Jimmy Novak's house, they were too late. The hunters could hear the shouts and a scuffle from outside the home. Sam was the first to the door but it was locked. He stretched out his arms, herding Elliott and Dean back. Half turning, he quickly and forcefully kicked the door in. The door flung open and slammed into the wall behind it with an echoing boom. Elliott could feel her face heat up at the action but shook it off. Dean jumped right into the fight, slicing at a male demon's neck.
Normally she would have covered him and Sam but when she saw a little girl near the edge of the brawling she had think twice. Weaving around the tussle, she moved as quickly as she could to save the kid. Ducking a swing from the demon that Dean was scuffling with she yanked the little girl that must be Jimmy's daughter out of the way. Then got her to the entrance, but hesitated near the busted door with the kid in her grasp. Watching the female demon stumble and let go of Jimmy as Sam held out his hand using his psychic abilities.
"Go! Get them out of here!" Sam shouted jaw clenched as he struggled to psychically hold the female demon back. Jimmy didn't wait to be told again and grabbed his daughter from Elliott and ran out to the front yard. Sam's face scrunched up struggling to psychically hold the demon back.
"Can't get it up can you Sammy?" The demon mocked shaking off what little hold he had on her, approaching a dazed Sam.
"I can." Elliott snarked. Then lunged at the black eyed bitch. The demon fell back with Elliott on top of her. She got one good punch in before she was stopped.
"Move!" Dean shouted. She rolled away quickly as he dove at the demon, demon blade in hand. Before he could plunge the demon blade into the demon, it shrieked and smoked out of the woman.
"Come on, come on!" Dean barked at his dazed brother. Sam blinked a few times before nodding and helping Elliot to her feet. Then the three ran out the front door. Quickly the hunters herded the Novaks into the Impala and sped off.
"How long?" Jimmy asked as the Winchesters and Elliott stood outside the Impala filling up the tank a couple hours later. This was where they needed to leave his wife and child so they could escape. Jimmy's love for his family was obviously clouding his ability to see the truth. Even after seeing with his own eyes, how he was putting his family in danger. Elliott gave Jimmy a sad smile and placed a gentle hand on the man's back.
"Don't you get it?" Sam huffed. "Forever. The demons will never stop. You can never be with your family. So you either get as far as possible or you put a bullet in your head."
"Sam-" Elliott frowned. Shocked at his harsh words. Sam's jaw ticked and he let out a long sigh.
"Geeze don't sugar coat it, Sam." Dean shook his head at his brother.
"I'm just telling him the truth. Someone has to." Sam huffed tightly before tucking his twitchy hands into his pockets again. Jimmy's hurt, wide eyed expression was too much for Elliott. She had to turn away to look at her feet.
"Sam? Can I talk to you a minute?" Elliott asked softly. After a moment she heard Dean and Jimmy's footsteps walking away. Silence ticked by for a couple of minutes before either one spoke.
"Look, Ellie I know-"
"Stop." Elliott whispered. Looking up to him waiting for him to make eye contact before continuing. "Tell me what is going on. This isn't you. Why are you acting like this?"
Sam exhaled slowly and ran a trembling hand through his shaggy hair. "Ellie, I-" He glanced away and looking back down to her and cleared his throat. "There is just so much going on right now. Lilith, Ramiel, stopping the devil from breaking out, and now this?"
"Sam," Elliott reached out and laced her fingers with his. His shoulders fell a little when she squeezed his hand. He tugged at her arm and pulled her close, large arms wrapping around her. Hugging her tightly to him he rested his almost clammy forehead on hers.
"I'm sorry, think this is all getting to me. There is just so much going on. Baby, can we just… put this conversation on hold? Just until after we get Jimmy all situated at Bobby's?"
Elliott tilted her head up to meet his pleading puppy dog eyes. Her brows knit together at what she imagined was all going through his head. She couldn't help it. She pushed up onto her tiptoes, and tugged him down to her by the collar of his flannel. Their lips met softly, moving together smoothly.
"Okay." Elliott agreed with a breath as they parted. "But we are talking the moment Jimmy's settled Jolly Green."
The corner of Sam's lips pulled up ever so slightly and he leaned back down to kiss her again. His hand cupped the back of her head drawing her closer. When he pulled away, he left his hand there, drawing her hazel green eyes to him. "I promise beautiful."
Dean pulled up a minute later with a small tan car. It was hard to watch knowing Jimmy was about to say goodbye as he escorted his family to the little vehicle. "Here you go man." Dean patted Jimmy on the back. Sam looked dispassionately at the family still on edge.
"Bye Clair. It was nice to meet you." Elliott ignored her giant and gave the young girl a smile. Clair gave her a little nod in return and went to her dad.
"Take care of your mom okay Bug?" Jimmy pulled Claire into a warm hug resting his cheek on her head.
"Bug?" Elliott breathed almost silently.
Her heart squeezed at the familiar nickname. She turned away quickly, not able to watch the goodbye after hearing Jimmy call his daughter that. Then without meeting anyone's eyes she made her way to the Impala, blinking quickly as she did to keep back the tear that wanted to spill over. Trying her best not to think about how wrong it sounded coming from someone other than Max.
Elliott was asleep in between the two Winchesters on the front bench seat. Her head on Sam's lap knees curled up to her chest. That was until the third time her socked feet poked at Dean's leg and she sniffed loudly suddenly halfway waking up. Dean rolled his eyes at her and before it happened a fourth time, he gently moved her feet to his own lap without waking her. Sam had turned off the radio so the only noises were the rumble of the Impala under Dean and Sam's quiet conversation. When Elliott started waking up she caught bits and pieces of their conversation.
"You practically fainted trying to gank a demon back there." Dean mumbled trying not to wake Jimmy sleeping in the back and Elliott up with them.
"-I got dizzy," Sam quietly defended.
"-call it whatever you want- used to be strong enough to kill Alastair." Dean's voice had her frowning in her sleepy state. As if Sam could tell she was troubled, he stared to stroke her hair gently. His warm hand stroking her blonde hair back, began smoothing her back to sleep. "-now you can't even kill stunt demon number three?"
"Dean," Sam quietly sighed.
"I'm not trying to pick a fight here, okay? You're scaring me man. Your mojo is all over the place."
"I'm scaring myself." Sam mumbled too low for Dean to hear, but it woke Elliott up. She sniffed and shifted into a seated position. "Hey, baby. We didn't mean to wake you." His large hand rubbed circles on her back.
Her worried eyes met his. She took a deep breath, lips parting to speak but was interrupted by a phone ringing. Sam removed his hand from her back to dig the phone out of his pocket.
"Hello?" Sam answered quickly. He frowned and turned to Jimmy. Shaking him awake and handing him his phone. Jimmy covered his yawn with one hand and took the phone with the other.
"Amelia?" Jimmy questioned but his eyes went wide no longer sleepy but in terror. "Oh my god."
Quickly discovering Amelia, Jimmy's wife was possessed by a demon and holding his daughter Clair hostage, Dean whipped the car around. It was obviously a trap. The demons wanted Castiel's vessel. They didn't care if he knew anything or not, they would get it out of him.
"Why does it always have to be an abandon warehouse?" Elliott mumbled as they pulled up to the meeting spot. They got out of the Impala sizing up the place, with only the street lights lighting their view.
"We'll work our way through the cat walks. Be right behind you." Sam assured Jimmy as they all looked up at the building.
"All you got to do is stay calm and stall. Let us do our jobs." Dean added.
"Stay calm?" Jimmy spat at him. "This is my family we are talking about."
"Jimmy, we're here to save them. Let us help you." Elliott defended stepping between the tall men.
"Whatever." Jimmy huffed and stormed off to the building.
"You know this is probably a trap, right?" Sam sighed exhausted.
"Yeah, I know. That's why I have a plan." Dean beamed with false confidence.
It was a stupid plan she thought, but it was all they had. They didn't even make it to the cat walks before demons ambushed them.
"You really didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?" Someone spoke from behind them. The trio spun to see a group of demons, on the other side of the roof top.
"Can't blame a guy for trying." Dean quipped with a crooked grin. The demon blade tightly in his grasp.
The demon sighed, seemingly board with his overly confident one liner. She was riding a shorter woman near Elliott's size, with short choppy brown hair. Eyes flashing black eyes as she took in the trio. Her eyelids narrowed curiously over the obsidian voids when they landed on the female hunter. "Snag 'em and bag 'em." She ordered.
The demons were on the hunters in seconds. Elliott dropped what she was doing. Leaving her lock picking tools sticking out of the maintenance door, so she could reach the small blade tucked in her boot. The brunette demon that had given the order rushed her, narrowly avoiding the hunter's flying fist. Although she could hear their brawling, Elliott couldn't see how Sam and Dean were holding up, too busy concentrating on the demon in front of her. Pulling the blade out quickly Elliott slashed through the air, nicking the demon's cheek. The shallow cut seeped a line of red.
"Fucking bitch." The demon snarled. Then lunged at the hunter. Elliott tried to duck but wasn't fast enough. She went down hard, her back landing on the loose graveled rooftop floor. The impact forced the air out of her lungs with a loud 'Umph'. The harsh jolt had her small blade fly out of her hand, landing a couple feet away, skidding across the gravel. The demon landed on top of her straddling her hips, trying to pin her flying limbs to the rocky ground, but Elliott was an experienced hunter. She threw a solid punch to the demons already sliced cheek, snapping her head to the side. Then using her hips, she flipped their positions so she was now on top of the demon.
Elliott brought her fist down into the demon's temple, her head rocked on the rocky gravel. Then once more, and a third time, but at the fourth swing the demon caught her fist black eyes blazing. Growling the demon flipped them over again so she was on top of the hunter.
"He may want you alive, but he never said you had to be whole." The Demon taunted. Then sent her fist square into Elliott's jaw before she could even speak.
"Do you guys always have to talk while you're fighting?" Elliott spit stretching her sore jaw. Then continued to fight back as they rolled each other around on the roof top. Spraying loose gravel and dust all around them. With the demon's unnatural strength she rolled Elliott to the edge of the roof top, pinning her down so the hunter's shoulder was off the small ledge of the multistory warehouse. Elliott snarled up at the demon curling inward she used all her strength and kicked the demon bitch up and off herself. Flinging the demon off the building.
Quickly Elliott got up not bothering to brush off the gravel stuck to her skin and clothes. Looking for the brothers to help. Sam was at the other end of the rooftop brawling with a demon that he was throwing punches at, and expertly avoiding getting hit. Dean on the other hand had a dead demon at his feet the demon blade embedded in its chest, while he took on two others.
She pulled the demon blade from the corpse, and made her way behind one of the two demons Dean was scuffling with. With great stealth she plunged the demon blade up and into the demon's ribs from behind it. She watched as orange light flashed through the body and let it fall dead to the ground. Elliott smiled triumphantly and moved to stab the other when a cold strong hand wrapped around her wrist, holding it back.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A new demon warned her as both Sam and Dean were restrained. The older Winchester had a larger demon holding his arms up and behind his back. Two more were doing the same to Sam. The one holding her back squeezed tightly on her wrist until it hurt.
"Urhg, Fuck you!" Elliott growled turning to kick at the demon dick holding her wrist with a near crushing force. A fourth demon was in front of her in a flash catching her boot mid kick, forcing the hunter to fall face first in the gravel. She grunted at the impact, sneering in the demon's direction. Her cheek was scrapped up pretty good but she didn't feel much blood leaking out of the scratches. With her face in the rocks she couldn't see Sam but the sounds of his grunts, and thrashing against the demons holding him back met her ears. The demon that had grabbed her wrist now pinned her arms behind her back. He roared with laughter at the sight of the hunter face down in the dirt, before he pulled her to her feet. Then escorted the hunters to the now open maintenance door and down the meatal staircase.
"Nice plan Dean." Elliott huffed out of breath. She stretched her jaw and cheek muscles trying to feel the extent of the scraped cheek.
"Yeah, well nobody bats a thousand." Dean quipped, uselessly pulling at the demon's hold on him.
"Ellie, you good?" Sam questioned gruffly, his eyes darting from her to the room around them they were being pulled through and back to her.
"I'm okay giant, just a scratch." She answered distracted by trying to take in their new surroundings. They were approaching a full room. Jimmy Novak was subdued. His wife sported black eyes and his daughter was passed out and tied to a chair.
"Alright, you got us. Just let these people go." Sam bargained, still breathing heavy from the fight. A thin layer of sweat shined along his forehead and his voice was strong yet Elliott could hear a slight tremble to it.
"Oh, Sam," The demon possessing Jimmy's wife Amelia cooed. "It's easy to act chivalrous when your wonder girl powers aren't working, huh?"
Sam gritted his teeth and glared at the demon, choosing not to respond. Elliott and Dean both turned to young Winchester with worried gazes, but Sam didn't look back he just kept glaring at the demon in front of them.
"Now, for the punch line, everybody dies." The demon wearing Jimmy's wife hummed cocking her pistol and aiming it at Sam.
"Nooo!" Elliott shouted pulling wildly at the demons hold. Heart pounded violently in her chest.
"Don't worry little Elliott. We can't kill you." The demon inside Amelia chuckled at the hunters wide terrified eyes. "Ramiel made it very clear. The reward for you is only valid if you're still breathing."
Sam's furious roar echoed in the large space sending a chill down everyone's spine. It rumbled from deep in his chest. His lips curling up in a threatening snarl.
"Don't you touch her."
"Oh, have I hit a nerve? You forget Sam. You're not a threat at the moment. So don't pretend you have any pull here. Someone could get hurt." Then she huffed and turned the gun away from Sam to aim at Jimmy. The loud bang of the gun had the hunters jump. There was a silent moment of shock before Jimmy cried out and fell to his knees. His hands covered his gut, coating them in blood and bleeding quickly into his white button down.
"Waist little orphan Annie." The demon ordered turning away from the restrained hunters.
"No." Elliott struggled as one of the demons holding her shoved her into another ones hold. Then make his way across the room towards the little girl. The moment the demon reached the unconscious girl she opened her eyes and a bright light shown out. She stood up, placing a hand on the demon's forehead. The demons screeched as he was smote.
"Cas?" Dean breathed in shock. The girl tilted her head to look at him and nod stiffly. Taking advantage of the moment everyone moved.
The demons and hunters started fighting, turning away from the corpse. Elliott threw a punch landing on the demon's jaw loosening his grip on her other arm. She then held his shoulders to bring her knee up and into his groin. The demon grunted raising a fist to swing back, but she ducked quickly. Swinging her leg out as she did. Knocking him to the ground with a heavy thud.
Wanting badly to turn and help the Winchesters she could hear scuffling with the other demons but needing to defeat this one first she moved with great speed. Elliott lifted her booted foot about to land a powerful blow to the ribs of the demon rolling on the concrete. Before she could a rough hand tangled into her long coppery hair and pulled. The hand gripped tightly yanking her head to the side to expose her neck. She could feel his disgusting breath on her exposed skin.
"Well, well, well. Since everyone else is busy I guess I get to be the one to turn you in to Ramiel." The demon drawled excitedly. "Let's go get me that reward- hhumph"
The demon was tackled mid sentence and although the grip in her hair loosened it still pulled at her hair as it fell. Sam, was on top of the demon, wrestling around trying to pin it down. Elliott turned in time to see another one coming up behind het but Castiel wearing Jimmy's daughter stepped forward and smote it first. That left Sam wrestling the last one in sight.
She turned back to Sam about to jump in the tussle and help out her giant but froze at the sight before her. The color drained from her face and stomach plummeted.
Sam was straddling the demon, breathing heavy, face down in the demon's neck. When he lifted his head up blood was smeared along his lips, they were parted enough to see the blood staining his teeth as well. It even dripped down his chin. He drank the demon's blood. Elliott couldn't tear her wide eyes away from the scene. She could only watch in horror. Sam's bloody lips trembled. Her brain felt like it was fritzing out. How, why? After she had been forcefully injected with demon blood, how could he willing do something like this?
Shame and shock washed over his face when he saw his brother and girl staring down at him. It took a moment for him to push back his horrified shame, but he did.
He stood quickly wild eyes turning to face them. When he held his hand out towards them to use his powers Elliott felt a strange shiver run up her spine. She backed up a step not sure what was going on. Out of the corner of her eye she even saw Dean flinch at his brother's movement, but half a second later she realized what he was doing. Jimmy's wife stood behind them as Sam mentally exorcised the demon inside of her.
Jimmy's wife fell to the smooth concrete. The dark cloud of smoke poured out of her and dissipated into the ground. Amelia sat up coughing her entire body trembling.
He got his power from the blood, she put together. A horrible sick feeling rocked in her gut. Elliott glanced back to Sam in awe before quickly turning to help the woman. Dean was there a couple moments later on the Amelia's other side helping her up just in time to witness Castiel leave Jimmy's daughter and go back into Jimmy.
Even though she was trembling and uneasy on her feet Jimmy's wife ran to her daughter holding her in a tight embrace. Elliott watch the mother and daughter not wanting to look back at Sam, or even Dean. Afraid of what she would see in their eyes.
Castiel was back and in his original vessel. Which although better than seeing the angel possess a little girl, having Castiel back put Elliott on edge. The angel was back to his stiff, harsh disapproval and superiority. Something had obviously happened to the angel when he was sent back to Heaven. Apparently, he no longer felt he needed to talk to Dean about whatever had started all of this. The angel walked away from the hunters and his vessel's family emotionless and without a goodbye.
This time Elliott sat in the backseat of the Impala. She hadn't said much of anything since the warehouse. Unable to process just yet what she had really witnessed let alone find words. The moment she was in the backseat she mumbled something about sleep. Curling up on the back bench and laying down so that her back was turned towards Sam and Dean. Even though she needed a cigarette to calm her shaking nerves she didn't want to have to stand around and have to discuss what had just happened. So instead she sucked it up and just laid out on the seat with her back towards Sam staring blankly at the leather seat.
Demon blood. Her giant, her lovable, puppy eyed, wonderful man was drinking demon blood. The exact same stuff that yellow eyed bastard shot her full of. Sam was drinking it on purpose. …but why? She bit her lip already having drawn the conclusion to that answer. Earlier Sam couldn't use his powers. Not until after he had been caught drinking from that demon's neck like she was a freakin juice box. Demon blood made his powers stronger. She wondered if that was why Ramiel had shot her up with it. Was he trying to make her powers stronger?
She let her brain fade in and out from her thoughts to Sam and Dean whispering in the front seat. Glad that they were giving her some space, because she needed to process and figure out how she felt about this before she could talk. Sam's behavior made sense now. His shaky hands, snappy behavior, it all pointed to withdrawal symptoms. Addicted to demon blood. This was very bad. She knew she should've wanted to run as far away from Sam as possible, screaming as she did. She knew she should be mad at him or even terrified, but all she felt was heart break.
As terrible as it was it changed nothing of how she felt for the giant. Instead of running or yelling, she knew what she would do next. Elliott Anders was in love with him. More than that, she had never felt this way towards anyone. She would die for him. That meant she wasn't going anywhere. She would stay by his side no matter what. She could get him through this. Together nothing was impossible. Elliott was so in her own head that she didn't hear a phone ring or Sam answering it.
Elliott woke from her thoughts as the Impala pulled into Bobby's. She sat up and yawned before giving Sam and Dean a soft awkward smile. Dean met Elliott's gaze, giving her a tight smile in return.
"Bobby needed our help with demon stuff. It was only an hour a way so," Dean shrugged an explanation.
Elliott didn't feel the need to answer, but gave him a hallowed nod. Before getting out of the car she chanced a glance up to Sam but looked away quickly unsure how she should approach him at the moment. In fact, Sam's own eyes had trouble meeting hers.
Guilt was radiating off him. But when their gaze did meet, briefly he saw that her hazel eyes weren't scared or mad like he expected, his shoulders fell slightly in relief. He couldn't read her exactly, but he couldn't see any fear or anger in her, and that was more than he could hope for.
"Bobby?" Dean called out once they entered the cluttered home.
"Down stairs!" Bobby's voice barked from the basement. Sam led the way as they made their way down to the old man. "Over here." He grumbled. Then nodded at the open panic room. "I want to show ya' somthin'." Elliott began following Sam as he entered the panic room but Dean grabbed her wrist and held her back. She turned to the older Winchester with a furrowed confused brow, but said nothing assuming he wanted a word with her.
"All right. So what's the big demon problem?" Sam shrugged turning to look at the hunters outside the door frame.
"You are." Bobby stated coldly. Then slammed the panic room door on Sam, locking him in.
"What are you doing?!" Elliott pitched with shock.
"Hey, guys?" Sam barked worry thick in his voice. "This isn't funny! Open the door."
Dean took advantage of Elliott's surprise, snaking his arm around her waist he held her back, pull her further away from the locked door. It took her a moment but she was soon struggling to get out of his arms and to the lock. Sam's shouts echoed around them through the iron door.
"Let me out!"
Authors Note: Hey all sorry it took so long to post! I needed to mentally recharge but I'm back posting. There will probably be only two or three chapters left of this part. There will be a continuation to a second part after this one ends. Hope you all are still enjoying the story. Please leave a kudo and comment and tell me what you think. Like I was telling my friend, when I get a comment it makes my entire week better. Thank you, hope you all are staying safe.