Instead of hanging around, Sam did what he did best; research. He looked into every weird death, or injury, or spontaneous birth in the area and managed to narrow it down to a two-mile radius. Everyone who had been attacked, or killed, had been inside the circle.
Dean, who was happily munching on the ham he'd roasted with the hand buzzer, looked to his brother and up from the map he'd created with the zone in place.
"So, we got a blast zone of weird, and inside, fantasy becomes reality?" he asked.
"Looks like," Sam confirmed.
"And what's the A-bomb at its center?"
"Four acres of farmland-" Sam jabbed the map in the middle of the farmland, "-and a house."
Dean frowned, a thought occurring to him as he straightened up. "Our motel isn't in that circle, by any chance?" he asked, trying and failing to sound offhand.
"Yeah. Why?" Sam asked. Dean hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should admit what he'd done, before holding up his hand. His palm had started to grow hair and, for a moment, Sam was incredibly confused by what he was seeing.
For a moment.
He groaned, closing his eyes and looking away. "Ugh, dude," he groaned. "That's not what I think it is, is it?"
Dean shrugged. "I got bored," he replied sheepishly. "That nurse was hot."
There was a knock on the door and Sam headed to open it, taking a glance out of the peephole to see Amelia standing there. "You know you can go blind from that, too?" he reminded pointed. Dean looked a little alarmed as Sam opened the door.
"Hey, did you find anything?" Amelia asked, stepping in and stumbling over the lip beneath the door as she did.
"Yeah, there's a two-mile radius of weird coming from a farmhouse," he explained. "All of the cases come from inside of it."
"And we're looking at just child lies?" she asked. "Nothing more, you know, strange than that?"
Sam looked at her, confused. "Nothing else," he confirmed. "Why?"
She looked between the two. Well, rather at Dean who she didn't want to worry. As upset as she was, she didn't want to be a burden on anyway. "It's just, over the last like, half an hour I don't seem to be able to see very well," she offered. "Just close up stuff, you know? It came on all of a sudden, I thought there might have been something in the air."
Sam stared for a moment before shivering, horrified. "Oh my god," he groaned, walking away from her. "Am I the only one taking this seriously?!"
Dean, on the other hand, snorted in amusement. "Oh, Amy, I didn't know you had it in you," he praised.
She just looked baffled. "What-What have I missed?" she asked. Dean held up his hairy palm up for her to see. It took a moment for her to realise what he was showing her, then what it implied. "Oh," she said before her eyes widened in realisation. "Oh!" She looked like she was ready to protest her innocent before she shrugged. "Worth it."
Dean still looked incredibly entertained by the admission. "If you needed help, all you had to do with knock," he offered cheekily.
"I'll stick with the loss of vision, thanks," she retorted. He pouted slightly, more at the rejection in general, before heading to the bathroom.
"Give me five minutes. We'll go check out that house," he told them both.
Sam quickly spun around. "Hey, do not use my razor!" he warned as Dean disappeared into the bathroom. He then turned to Amelia. "Coming along?" he asked. "We'll get you some reading glasses from the gas station."
"Oh ha ha," she replied sarcastically. "I'll give you two a minute to get changed."
"Don't keep yourself too entertained!" he called after her gleefully.
"Bite me, Winchester!"
~0~0~0~
"I'm just saying; you have to question it, don't you?" Amelia said as she climbed out of the back of the Impala. "It's never Disneyland, is it? It's always some old house in the middle of a field, in the middle of god knows where. Don't you wish for some Floridian sun on your shoulders instead of, well, this?" She waved at the farmhouse they'd pulled up in front of.
"Disneyland's in California, Disney World is in Florida," Sam corrected. Both she and Dean shot him a look.
"Fine, whatever. Californian sun is just as good. I know it's the whole 'family business' thing, but have you never thought of branching out? Seeing if there are any possessed Disney characters walking about?"
"I think we've got better things to do than chase fictional characters around," Dean snapped before storming off and up the porch steps.
"Oh, so you're only real famous people you're interested in getting beaten by," Amelia muttered. Sam tried to cover his laugh by turning his head and coughing.
The house looked empty, so Sam started to pick the lock whilst Amelia and Dean stood either side, keeping a lookout for anyone approaching. However, he straightened up quickly at the sound of the door unlocking from the other side. It opened to reveal a boy, about ten, looking at them suspiciously.
"Can I help you?"
"Hi," Sam started, a little stunned before smiling awkwardly. "Uh, what's your name?"
"Who wants to know?" the boy replied after taking a look at the trio.
Amelia tried not to roll her eyes. "Sorry, sport, I think you just surprised him," she said, pulling out her badge and holding it out to him. "We're FBI, I apologise if we spooked you."
He took the badge off her, scrutinising it as if he knew exactly what to look for. He handed it back when it passed. "So, what, you guys don't knock?"
"We didn't think anyone was in," she explained. "Do you think we could come in for a few minutes and have a chat with your parents?"
"They work," he replied shortly.
"Well, you mind if we ask you a few questions, maybe take a look around the house?" Sam asked, catching his stride again.
The boy looked between them, still not trusting any of them. "I don't know."
"Come on. You can trust us. We're the authorities," Dean pointed it, giving his badge a wave as if to remind the boy who they were pretending to be. Amelia really tried her best not to roll her eyes as the boy took a moment before nodding, turning and walking away. She stepped in front of them before they could head in.
"Have you two forgotten what it's like to be a kid?" she asked them quietly. "If three random people came to the door when you were home alone and asked your name, would you have trusted them?"
"No, but that's because we lived out of motel rooms," Sam pointed out.
"The house is dark, but he's home alone and his parents work. It's no different," she explained. "Just, you know, he's not a toddler."
Sam nodded, agreeing with her until the moment they followed the boy into the kitchen, where he headed straight to the stove. "What's that?"
The boy looked at him like he was an idiot. "It's called soup," he said sharply, picking up the pan from the burner to pour it into a bowl. "You heat it up and you eat it."
"Right. I, I know," Sam replied, a little sheepish. "It's just, um...I used to make my own dinner, too, when I was a kid."
The young boy was very offended by the comment. "Well, I'm not a kid," he snapped.
"Right. No, I, I know. Um..." Sam looked over the young boy for a moment and couldn't help see a little of himself and his brother in him. When he was that young his dad used to call him 'just a kid' a lot as a reason to keep him out of hunts and every time it had wounded him. Amelia was right; he needed to treat him more like an adult if any of this was going to work. He held out his hand for a shake. "I'm Robert, by the way."
The boy took it. "Jesse."
Dean, who had been looking over the kitchen with some interest, moved to the refrigerator. It was covered in drawings, probably by Jesse, but he pulled the first one off. "Hey," he muttered to Amelia, holding it out to her. Her brows furrowed at the drawing of a hairy man in a tutu with wings.
"The tooth fairy?" she whispered and he nodded, taking it back. He walked over to Jesse.
"Did you draw this?" he asked. Jesse nodded.
"It's the tooth fairy," he explained.
Dean chuckled slightly. "That's what you think the tooth fairy looks like, huh?"
"Yeah. My dad told me about him," he explained. "What, didn't your dad tell you about the tooth fairy?"
Dean shook his head, thinking about the darkness that his dad had shared with him. "My dad? My dad told me different stories."
"Well, the tooth fairy isn't a story," Jesse said factually. He had no reason not to believe the stories his parents had told him, after all. And it seemed they'd been very liberal with the truth to keep their son behaving. Every urban myth Dean through his way, everything they had seen at the hospital, Jesse obviously believed with all his heart.
Dean pulled out the shock toy from his pocket, holding it out. Almost on cue Jesse looked terrified, straightening up. "You shouldn't have that," he warned.
"Why not?"
"It can electrocute you."
That actually made a lot of sense and led exactly where Dean thought it would. "Actually, it can't," he explained. "It's just a wind-up toy. It's totally harmless. Doesn't even have batteries."
Jesse looked a little suspicious, but again had no reason not to believe him. He was an adult, and an FBI agent. He had to be telling the truth. "So, it can't shock you?"
"Nope. Not at all. I swear."
It took him a moment, but Jesse nodded. "Oh. Okay."
"I mean, all it does is just shake in your hand. It's kind of lame. See?" And with that he pressed it against Sam, who jumped a mile at the thought of being electrocuted by his brother. Even Amelia looked alarmed but all it did was vibrate against Sam's chest. When she realised that nothing bad was going to happen, she had to turn away, pretending to look at the picture of the tooth fairy again to stop herself from laughing. Sam looked ready to murder his brother and Amelia, for a moment, forgot that she was mad at Dean. It felt just like when they were kids and Dean would prank Sam. It happened a lot, usually when John wasn't there, and she could just sit back and watch Sam get bitchy and Dean smirk as he felt incredibly pleased with himself for his 'genius'.
~0~0~0~
After they left Jesse to try and work out what was going on with the young boy who seemed to be able to bend reality around them, they set about trying to find out more about him. Apparently, Jesse was adopted and his birth mother on the other side of the state. Which meant a lovely car journey where Amelia sat in the back – she didn't give Dean a choice to whether she was going or not – and Dean drove, neither of them speaking unless Sam addressed them directly. And even then he only got short and sharp answers.
Basically it was the car ride from hell. He didn't remember them arguing so much before the apocalypse was looming over their heads.
The starting chords to a very generic ringtone broke the noise of the Impala's engine and caused Amelia to start, surprised.
"Shit, it's 3…" she muttered to herself, having been preoccupied with glaring at the back of Dean's head whilst also feeling sorry for herself.
Both brothers were curious about what she said but only one spoke up. "What's 3?" Sam asked.
"Check-in time," she replied which did nothing to answer his question. She brought the phone to her ear. "Hey, Cas!"
"Hello Amy," he replied. "I hope you're well."
She smiled to herself. He really was learning, which picked up her mood immediately. "I am, thanks," she replied. "Just on a hunt right now."
"Oh. Should I not have called?"
"No, no, you should have," she quickly reassured him. She shifted on the seat, turning to lean against the door. She pulled her feet up onto the seat. "How's Germany?"
"I've moved on from Germany, my leads weren't as fruitful as I'd hoped," he explained. "But it was pleasant."
"That's good," Amelia replied. Dean glanced in the rear-view mirror to see her shift again and frowned. Sam saw and tried not to roll his eyes. "So the search isn't going too well?"
"I have many more avenues I can pursuit," he explained. There was pause. "Are you feeling better?"
She smiled, tilting her head slightly. "I am a little," she replied. "Thanks for asking."
"You and Dean aren't fighting anymore?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that," she said. "But it'll sort itself out again."
"That's good to hear." Another pause. "I- um- I shall talk to you later."
"I'll drop you a line if we need anything," she told him. "Talk later, Cas."
"Goodbye Amy."
She pulled her phone away from her ear, smiling to herself as she thought on the renegade angel. She loved that he was trying to be more human, as if to fit in with the people he'd rebelled for. His speech may be a little stilted but he really was trying and she couldn't fault him for that. It was downright adorable.
"Oh, come on," Dean groaned. "He's calling you know?"
She glared at him; her good mood gone almost instantly. "Yeah, just like everyone else has to," she retorted. "He rings me every three days at 3pm. I want to know he's okay as well."
"He's an angel, I'm sure he's fine," he scoffed.
"Oh yeah?" she retorted. "And did you even know where he was before right now, dickwad? He full-on rebelled for us, don't you think you should put a little bit more effort in?"
"Into what?"
"I dunno, making him feel welcome, for one?" she countered. "Like we actually give a crap about him? Or have you just flat-out forgotten how to do that in the last couple of weeks?"
He mocked what she said before turning his attention back onto the road. "You know what, Miller? Bite me."
"Gladly," she snapped back before getting herself comfortable on the back seat. With it being more of a bench-type affair, she could pull her legs up and cross her arms in a pout and still be rather comfortable.
After a few moments of tenseness, Sam decided to speak up. "So, Cas is in Germany?"
"Not anymore," Amelia replied. "His search isn't going too great, I'm not sure where he is now."
"He's not going to find anything," Dean snapped. "You heard Raphael; God had left the building."
"If anyone is going to find God, it's gonna be Cas," she replied. "I'm not sure he'd know how to give it up anyway. And it's not like it's a completely wasted effort. God would be very helpful, don't you think?"
"Yeah, if he was on our side. All he's gonna find is that his dad is a massive disappointment."
Amelia shrugged. "Well, then, he can join our little club," she stated. "And that is all the more reason to keep an eye on him. Disappointing parents are always a lot easier to deal with when you're around people who understand."
~0~0~0~
Jessie's biological mom, it appeared, lived in a small rundown farmhouse in the middle of a field. It was a common sight in the hunter world, and it was strangely both comforting and unnerving when the things that went bump in the night went along with the script; creepy kid, creepy mother, creepy house.
Amelia looked up at the small house, with its 'No Trespassing' sign and overgrown grass and all she saw was someone who didn't want to be disturbed. Nothing about its appearance was welcoming. "Seriously; Disneyland," she muttered to herself as she following Dean and Sam through the gates.
"You didn't have to come," Dean pointed out.
"What, and miss pissing you off with my mere presence?" she retorted. "It's only fun if I can see your prissy face, Winchester."
He stormed off first, heading up onto the porch that had seen better days. Sam shot her a look. "Do you really have to keep pissing him off?"
"I haven't done anything wrong," she retorted. "He's the one who's got a giant stick up his ass. When he takes it out again, I'll play nice."
"What did he say to you?"
Sam realised almost immediately that he shouldn't have asked. She straightened slightly and she was quick to follow Dean. "Nothing," she retorted. "Let's get this over with."
Considering the state of the house, it was surprising that the doorbell actually worked, but it did. Personally, if Amelia hadn't wanted anyone to come to her house then she wouldn't have installed on in the first place. It was harder to ignore a doorbell than it was to ignore a knock.
"Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested," an angry woman called from the other side.
"We're not salesmen. Agents Page, Plant and Bonham, FBI," Dean replied. All three got their badges out, holding them up to the peephole so she could see them.
There was a pause. "Put your badge in the slot. All three of you."
Dean did just that, taking them off the younger two and putting them through the mail slot at the bottom of the door. She obviously wasn't suspicious of what she saw, because a moment later Julia Wright opened the door to the three strangers. She barely appeared around the door itself, pulling her cardigan close around her. "What do you want?" she asked as she handed their badges back.
Amelia tried to shoot her a friendly smile. "We just wanted to ask you a few questions about your son," she explained.
"I don't have a son," Julia replied.
"He was born March twenty-ninth, nineteen ninety-eight, in Omaha. You put him up for adoption?" Sam tried and Julia looked down from the trio, obviously uncomfortable.
"What about him?"
"We were just wondering, um, was it..." Sam paused, wondering how best to word his question without upsetting the woman. She had obviously been through something to be so wary of them. As far as she was concerned, they really were FBI agents and she shouldn't have had anything to fear. "Was it a normal pregnancy?"
She looked spooked by the question, which was a big old 'yes' in that column. "Was there anything strange?" Dean asked.
She stared for just a moment before turning and running away. "Stay away from me!" she screamed as she tried to slam the door closed.
"Mrs. Wright, wait!" Dean cried as they all chased after her. "We just want to talk!"
"We're not going to hurt you!" Amelia tried, which she immediately regretted because she knew that sounded like they were going to do just that.
Julia headed straight for the kitchen so they followed, only to have salt chucked all over them. She looked just as surprised as they were.
"You're not demons?" she asked.
"How do you know about demons?" Dean asked in reply. Her mouth opened and closed a few times. She was shaken, so Amelia stepped forward, against smiling softly at her.
"How about we get you a drink?" she offered, holding her hand out to the woman. "You know we're not demons, but maybe we can help."
~0~0~0~
Amelia sat her down at her dining table before heading back into the kitchen to get her something to drink. She didn't appear to have anything strong – poor woman – so she settled on making her a quick cup of herbal tea from one of the boxes she had on her counter.
The room was modest and bare. It wasn't dirty, but that was because there wasn't enough in it to make it dirty. At most it was just very dusty, like she struggled to keep it clean. Amelia ran a finger across the sink. It reminded her a bit too much of her home back in 2014. It wasn't like it was abandoned, but it also wasn't a home. It was just somewhere Julia locked herself away.
She shook her head, clearing the thoughts of the dusty, rundown house she and Dean had gone to and headed back to the trio. Sam and Dean were sat across from her, while Julia wasn't even looking at her.
"Here," Amelia placed the drink in front of her. It was in a little teacup that she'd found in one of the cupboards. "This will help."
"Thanks," she said softly, taking a sip even though it was probably still too hot to drink.
There was a long, drawn out silence as Amelia sat next to Dean. Sam cleared his throat, leaning a little closer to the woman. "Mrs Wright, how do you know about demons?"
Julia placed her cup back on the saucer. "I was possessed," she explained. "A demon took control of my body, and I hurt people. I killed people."
"That, that wasn't you," Sam reassured her.
"But I was there. I heard a woman beg for mercy. I... felt a young girl's blood drip down my hands."
"That's how you knew about the salt," Dean said and she nodded.
"Yeah, I picked up tricks. It was in my head for months."
"How many months?"
She glanced over at Dean. "Nine."
"So your son..."
"Yeah, the whole time. The pregnancy, birth—all of it. I was possessed," Julia explained, before she dove into the details of what happened to her. A demon possessed her, made her pregnant, and forced her to give birth to its baby. It made Amelia's stomach churn, but Julia seemed to find the experience almost cathartic. Once she'd started talking, she couldn't stop as she explained how she managed to force the demon out by eating from a bag of rock salt.
"And when I was alone with the baby..." She swallowed hard. "A part of me...part of me wanted to kill it. But, God help me, I couldn't do that. So, I put it up for adoption, and I ran."
"Who was the father?"
"I was a virgin." They all fell into a silence again. That meant the demon was the father, that the kid was half demon and it didn't seem to match the abrupt but otherwise normal boy they'd met. Sure he seemed to be manipulating the world around him, but he also didn't seem aware of that. He just seemed like a normal kid.
Julia finally looked up at them. "Have you seen my son? Is he human?"
Dean nodded. "His name's Jesse. He lives in, uh, Alliance. He's a good kid," he explained softly and the look of relief on the woman's face was heart-breaking.
"You did the right thing," Amelia promised her. "His adoptive family love him, he's safe and he is good. You don't have to worry about him anymore."
"Really?" Julia asked and Amelia nodded.
"Really."
They left the poor woman alone to her life, having gotten the answers they needed. Even the idea of being used like that made Amelia's skin crawl. Not for the first time, she was very grateful for the tattoo that was currently keeping all demons out of her meatsuit. She couldn't even imagine what those months had been like for Julia, and she hoped she never would.
"So, now what?" Sam asked as they left the house.
"We need help," Dean replied. He glanced at Amelia. "Call your boyfriend, get him to meet us at the motel."
"He's not my boyfriend, jackass," she snapped back. Still, she pulled out her cell. "And some manners wouldn't go amiss, you know?"
She didn't get a reply from the oldest Winchester, but she hadn't expected one. She hated everything that was going on between them. She hated being mad at him, but she refused to be the one to back down. She knew, deep down, that he hadn't meant what he'd said about her being a burden the same way that she'd known that her uncle hadn't meant it. It just hurt when Dean knew more than most how she worried about being an extra in everyone's life. He didn't have to throw it back in her face.
~0~0~0~
Castiel was waiting for them in the boys' motel room when they arrived back. Amelia wasn't supposed to feel so relieved to see him, but she was. Sam was getting annoyed at both her and Dean, and Dean still was being snappy and short with her even though she hadn't done anything wrong. When she'd called Cas it had gone straight to voicemail but she knew that he'd have picked up the message when he could, she just hadn't been expecting it to be before they'd made it back.
"Cas," she greeted, making a wide berth around Dean to step into the room. His face was as emotionless as always, his arms hung limply by his sides like he didn't know what to do with them. He always seemed a little lost in his human meatsuit but she just found it endearing. His eyes still were glowing bright with his grace and, considering the Castiel he was in her sleep was a stoner and basically human, she was always glad to see it. "Are you okay?"
He nodded his head once. "I came as quickly as I could," he replied, as if that was the appropriate answer to her question. His eyes narrowed slightly, like he was in thought. "Are you well?" he asked.
"Been better," she said but carried on before he could follow up. "I'm glad you could make it. I know you've been busy."
"It's lucky you found the boy," he replied.
"Oh, yeah, real lucky," Dean retorted, still feeling rather surly. "What do we do with him?"
"Kill him."
Sam, who had been getting himself comfortable after being stuck in his FBI garb, stopped with his hands still on his tie. Amelia blinked, stunned by the finite and yet indifferent way Cas had spoken. Even Dean, who was still a little preoccupied with the weights on his shoulders, stared at him in shock, almost as if he expected the angel to take back his words like a joke.
He didn't. "Cas," he started in disbelief, but the angel seemed unaffected.
"This child is half demon and half human, but it's far more powerful than either," he explained before walking over to the small table where Sam had sat down. "Other cultures call this hybrid cambion or katako. You know him as the antichrist." He sat on the empty chair and, immediately, fart noises sounded out throughout the room.
Sam stared out into the room, unimpressed from the moment he realised what was going on. Even when his brother was being an ass, he was still so childish. Sometimes he had to wonder how he ended up being the younger brother.
"That wasn't me," Cas told them, pulling out the whoopee cushion that Dean had placed on the chair. The one he'd put there to get Sam with, and then had immediately forgotten about.
"Who put that there?" he asked, trying and failing to sound innocent.
"You child," Amelia sneered and he glared at her.
"You used to have a sense of humour," he pointed out.
"You used to not be an asshat, people change," she retorted.
"Oh, real mature."
"Oi, I'm not the one who owns a fucking whoopie cushion…"
Sam sighed, rubbing his temples and Cas looked at him, confused. "I don't remember them arguing like this," he remarked.
"That's because you've not been here the last couple of days," Sam muttered before raising his voice. "Hey!" he snapped and they both looked at him as he cut through their squabbling. "How about we hold off the petty fighting until after we deal with the antichrist?"
They both had the decency to look a little sheepish, which Sam took as a small win in his book. He turned back to Cas so he could act like the adult and find out exactly what Cas had meant. "Anyway, I don't get it. Jesse is the devil's son?"
Cas sighed heavily, almost annoyed at the question. "No, of course not. Your Bible gets more wrong than it does right," he explained. "The antichrist is not Lucifer's child. It's just demon spawn. But it is one of the devil's greatest weapons in the war against heaven."
"Well, if Jesse's a demonic howitzer, then what the hell's he doing in Nebraska?" Dean asked.
"The demons lost him. They can't find him. But they're looking."
"And they lost him because?"
"Because of the child's power. It hides him from both angels and demons. For now."
"Oh, you mean like Choir girl over here?" Dean replied, nodding towards Amelia who shot him a snotty look in return. "Well, that's great. Problem solved."
Cas looked at her for a moment. "Similar, but not the same," he replied. "I imagine the Choir's ability to hide Amy from everyone is much stronger." He seemed to miss the way Dean's eyes narrowed at the sound of her nickname. Amelia didn't, and she rather liked it. "With Lucifer risen, this child grows strong. Soon, he will do more than just make a few toys come to life—something that will draw the demons to him." The demons will find this child. Lucifer will twist this boy to his purpose. And then, with a word, this child will destroy the Host of Heaven."
Dean held his hand up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. You're saying that—that Jesse's gonna nuke the angels?"
"We cannot allow that to happen."
He wasn't wrong, of course. Letting Jesse kill the angels – no matter how much of a bunch of douchebags they were – wasn't something they could do. But what else could they do? It wasn't like they could kill him either. He was just a kid, his father being a demon wasn't anything to do with him.
Sam stood up, very alarmed by the silent that fell across the room. "Wait. We're the good guys. We—we don't just—kill children."
Cas stood up as well, a look of determination on his face that said he was getting frustrated with them all arguing with him. "A year ago, you would have done whatever it took to win this war."
"Things change."
Dean stepped forward, putting his hand on Sam's arm to pull his brother back and away from the angry angel. "Okay. Hey, look, we are not going to kill him. All right? But we can't leave Jesse here either. We know that. So... we take him to Bobby's. He'll know what to do," he reasoned, sharing a look with Amelia, who immediately nodded. Her godfather was clever, and he'd dealt with her for the last two decades, he'd know what to do.
"You'll kidnap him?" Cas countered and Dean nodded. "What is going on in this town, it's what happens when this thing is happy. You cannot imagine what it will do if it's angry."
"He is not an 'it', he's a young child," Amelia cut in. She stepped up between the Winchesters and Castiel to meet his gaze. "We don't kill kids, Cas. He hasn't done anything wrong."
"A young girl clawed her own brain out," Cas reminded her. "A man died."
"Neither of which he actually did," she snapped back. "You can't just kill a kid based on an assumption you have! It's-It's not right, Cas, you can see that, can't you?"
"With a thought, he could be halfway around the world," he retorted, a challenge in his eyes she hadn't seen since they'd caught Raphael. She'd thought it rather amusing then to see such an awkward angel act like he finally knew just how powerful he could be. Now it was just pissing her off.
"And with a thought he could bring peace to everyone around him," she countered. "He's not a villain yet, Cas, don't turn him into one."
"If we do not get to him before the demons do, he will go dark," he said firmly. "I can't take that chance."
And just like that he disappeared in a flutter of wings. "Damn it!" Sam swore as Amelia looked around, as if she could see him.
"Cas!" she called out. There was no answer. "Son of a—" She turned to Dean. "Get to Jesse's," she told him. "Quick as you can."
He looked bewildered. "Why, where are you going?" he asked her.
"Jesse's. I'll meet you there," she replied. Before either of them could question her, she opened her mouth and a sweet sound came out. The room rumbled, the windows shook and for a moment it felt like the whole room was going to come down around them. Then there was a flash, and she was gone.
"What the hell?" Sam exclaimed. "What was that?"
Dean knew what it was. He'd seen her do similar when she'd rushed after Cas instead of helping him stop Sam kill Lilith. Seeing her chase the angel without thought didn't sit right now like it hadn't then.
"Come on," he barked and Sam didn't argue as he followed his brother out.
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