Dean looked around worriedly, fidgeting in place and not trying to stop himself.
It had been sudden, completely unexpected to feel that pull to bring them back home to Hell. And it was straight from their grandfather. No letter, no summons, nothing but the immediate order in their heads to come back.
No dwalding, no hesitating, immediate and prompt, no excuses accepted and if you were late by even a second?
The straight to the rack, no matter who you were.
So Dean had carefully picked Mary up, because she had heard it too, winching as the order came through their heads and immediately forcefully pushed back the realms in order to appear in Hell right where he was supposed to in front of his grandfather and Dagon, the other Princes were nowhere to be seen.
And his brother wasn't there too, didn't appear after him.
Combined with the fact that Sam had gone to talk to Winchester about their mother, he didn't like that Sam was even a moment late.
Mary looked around as well, worry clear on her face when she saw, or didn't see, the same thing that he was. She looked back at him and asked in a raspy voice, "Sam?"
"Don't know, and-" whatever he was about to say was cut off when he felt Hell shift and Sam appeared. He breathed out a sigh of relief at the sight of his brother, unharmed and safe within less than an arms length like he was supposed to be.
Sam nodded at him and smiled at Mary before he turned to the Princes, bowing his head.
"Are we supposed to be waiting for you Samael?" Dagon asked him silkily, making Dean freeze. "Are we supposed to just put everything on hold while we wait for you to decide to join us? Are you that important that everyone can just work around your schedule?"
"No. I'm sorry, I am deeply and truly sorry." Sam said, keeping his head bowed.
Dagon smirked, slowly walking towards him. "I just don't think that you are-"
"Enough Dagon." Azazel interrupted. "We're on a schedule as you like to believe, we don't have time for your posturing."
Dagon paused and turned around slowly to look at him. "Posturing?" she repeated. "You think that our time being wasted is posturing?"
"I think that you talking about time being wasted is a bigger waste than my grandson being a second late." Azazel told her coldly. "So get on with it already and we can get back to our own business."
Dagon stared at him, almost audibly gritting her teeth before she tilted her head slightly and stepped back beside the other generals.
"Good." Azazel said with a nod before turning back. Sam closed his eyes and breathed out slowly for a moment before he composed himself. Dean swallowed hard, resisting the urge to reach out to take Sams hand in his.
Slowly Azazel walked towards them, eyes on Mary who stared back at him. She had a bit more leeway with Azazel than her sons did. She was his daughter, a direct line from him made by their deal and blood. She could look him in the eyes without fear of any sort of punishment for disobedience. He stared at her with his head tilted to the side before he smiled.
It wasn't a warm smile or a fond smile, if anything it was a mockery of what a smile was supposed to be and more unsettling than anything else.
"Have to say," he murmured. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again my little Mary." he reached out and with his knuckles brushed her cheek in what could almost be seen as a gentle touch. "Do you remember being in the Empty?"
Mary shook her head. "No." she rasped out. "Nothing."
"Pity." Azazel said pulling back and walking away from them. "Now then, to business. We've called you boys here for a few simple reasons. Things are going to change in Hell and they will change for the better. To get to this, however, the both of you are going to have different jobs."
Neither of them said anything, glancing at one another from the corner of their eyes as they kept their heads bowed.
"I have two jobs for you two that are quite difficult but I know neither one of you will disappoint me." Azazel continued. "Mary, dear, you'll stay right here at home where you can rest up, perhaps a dip in the Pit will help you return to yourself."
"Now about you two, there are two very important things we need." Azazel said, turning to look at Sam and Dean. "In order to ensure we have all that we need and," he rolled his eyes. "There's a speech and a whole array of words to be used, and I'm sure that if Asmodeus was here he'd like to because he likes the sound of his own voice. But I'll get to the point. We need two things, the first is the gun of Samuel Colt, I don't need to explain why we need that."
"I thought that the gun was lost." Sam said carefully. "No one knows where it is."
"Well that's why I'm putting it to you Sammy to find it." Azazel said with a show of teeth. "You're good at that, researching and finding things that no one else can, like the spell to bring back dear Mary. You can do that, you can find the colt."
Sam swallowed hard but nodded. "I will." he said.
"Good boy, you don't argue, you just do it." Azazel said with a nod before he turned to Dean. "Dean, you're in charge of finding someone. And not just finding them, but bringing them back."
"Who is it?" Dean asked, rolling his shoulders back. "I'll find 'em."
"I know you will." Azazel said with a wink. "We're down on a lot of good and powerful demons so, your job is going to be to find Cain and bring him back to Hell so that he could create a whole new array of Knights."
Dean froze at that, eyes widening and his breath getting caught in his throat. "I thought Cain..." he searched for the right words to say. "I thought he said he has no desire to have anything to do with Hell and our deals ever again."
"He did." Azazel agreed. "So that's why you're going to go and find him and convince him to come back." His grin showed teeth. "And boys? I don't think I have to say what'll happen if you don't succeed."
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