The farm house sat in the dark, seemingly undisturbed and uninhabited. That was until the flash of white light filled the dark area. Amelia stumbled into existence, coughing slightly as she tried not to fall flat on her face.
"Every time," she muttered to herself. It always felt like she was being ripped apart and put back together again when she travelled using her angels. It wasn't painful exactly; it just left an ache that would take a few hours to overcome. She was absolutely certain it didn't need to be so uncomfortable, but she had yet to work out how to make it more like when she'd been transported by singular angels.
She rushed into the house anyway, ignoring the way her muscles protested. The door was locked so she rammed herself into it a couple of times to break the old lock. She could see the back of Cas as he advanced on Jesse, the poor kid cowering away from him.
"Cas, stop!" she cried.
The next thing she knew she was staring straight at Jesse, with no Cas in sight. She skidded to a stop. "Cas?" she repeated, confused. Jesse looked stunned, and he didn't say a thing as he looked down at the ground. There, on the floor, sat a figure of Cas. A little plastic man in a trench coat, with a tiny angel blade. An action figure. He'd turned an angel into an action figure.
"Woah," she breathed. Seeing the aftermath of his powers was one thing, but seeing Jesse actually use his powers was quite another. It was both awesome and terrifying and for a moment they just stared at each other as they both tried to work out what had happened.
"What was that?" Jesse asked, scared. "Who was he?"
"He-He was very confused," she started slowly as she tried to think of a way to explain everything without also being turned into a toy. "Can I- I'm just gonna…" She rushed forward to pick him up as the front door to the house was slammed against the wall and Dean and Sam rushed in.
"Amy?!" Dean was already calling and she stood up straight, holding her hand out to stop them coming any closer. She wasn't sure if Jesse would react well to more people just barging into his house and she didn't know if they'd be able to save Cas, let alone anyone else.
"Dean, it's fine, everything's fine," she quickly told him before looking at Jesse. "We're here to help you," she promised.
"Where's Cas?" Dean asked and she showed him the action figure. "Oh."
"How about we all sit down?" Sam suggested. "I'm sure Jesse has a lot of questions."
The boy did. He didn't understand who Cas was, or how he'd managed to turn him into a toy in the first place. He wasn't sure why they were all coming to his house and he wanted answers. Having only seen the tip of what he could do, it seemed unwise to just come out and explain why he had the powers that he did. As someone with supernatural powers herself, Amelia knew from experience how hard it could be to come to terms with having powers beyond your control. And Sam, who had been fed demon blood and convinced to start the apocalypse so he could be Lucifer's ride at the prize fight also knew how hard it was to know that your powers weren't exactly on the side of the right. It was a big mess that was going to need sorting, and sooner rather than later, but no one really wanted to tell the kid he was part demon.
"You're a superhero," Dean told him.
"I am?"
"Yeah," he replied, although he looked pretty uncomfortable at lying to the kid. Probably because, if he was caught out, he could have ended up on the mantlepiece next to Cas. "Yeah. I mean, who else could turn someone into a toy? You're Superman—minus the cape and the go-go boots." Jesse didn't look too convinced, so Dean crouched down so he was on his level. "See, my—my partners and I, we work for a secret government agency. It's our job to find kids with special powers. In fact, we're here to take you to a hidden base in South Dakota, where you'll be trained to fight evil."
Jesse's eyes lit up in recognition, giving Dean something to work with. "Like the X-Men?"
Dean clicked his fingers and pointed at him. "Exactly like the X-Men," he confirmed. "In fact, the, uh, guy we're taking you to—he's even in a wheelchair." He glanced at Amelia, who wasn't too freaked out by the fact Jesse had managed to turn an angel into a toy to roll his eyes at him. "You'll be a hero. You'll save lives. You'll get the girl. Sounds like fun, right?"
Jesse didn't reply, instead he looked down at his hands. He obviously didn't want to leave his parents, and who could blame him? But he wasn't safe there and they had to convince him to go with them. Dean looked to Sam and Amelia for help, but before either of them could step him, he was thrown against the wall.
"They're lying to you."
Julia, Jesse's birth mom, walked in through the open door, this time with a killer smirk and black eyes. Sam jumped off his chair but was thrown against the wall next to Dean. Amelia tried next, but she hit the wall next to Sam with a grunt of her own. All three of them were held off the floor, with no way of moving.
The Julia demon walked over to them, looking Sam over, almost annoyed. "Stay right there, dreamboat. Can't hurt you. Orders," she explained and they all knew who those orders were from. She turned to Dean, and smirked all the more. "You, on the other hand? Hurting you's encouraged."
Dean was flung against the wall on the opposite wall with a cry of surprise, then was shot back to his original spot. She then turned to Amelia. "And you? You're just for fun, aren't you?"
Amelia, although still mad at Dean, looked to him with wide eyes. He knew she was looking for orders, on whether or not she should sing again and he quickly nodded. If there was any time to use the angels, it was now. They could work out how to save Jesse from them afterwards. The demon was more of a present danger they needed to focus on.
Amelia belted out a loud note and the room filled with light. The walls started to shake and she was filled with the relief that she felt whenever her angels appeared. The demon looked around and then up as they recongised the celestial light that she was bringing down on them. She then turned back to look at Amelia. She didn't know what was happening, all that she knew was the human was singing and angels were coming.
With a flick of her wrist, Amelia was shot across the room again, this time straight into the doorframe, where she smacked her head, hard. "Amy!" Dean cried as she crumpled to the ground, unconscious. The singing stopped and the angels disappeared.
The next thing Amelia knew, she was waking up on the floor, Cas hovering over her with the vaguely concerned look he always wore. She blinked as she sat up, looking around. Her head wasn't aching like she thought it should have been. The room looked a bit worse for wear, but everyone else seemed fine. "What happened?"
"You were knocked out by the demon," Dean told her as Cas held his hand out to help her up. He still looked uncomfortable with every action, which she found strangely comforting so she took his hand and was pulled to her feet.
"Are you alright?" he asked her and she nodded.
"Got a bit of a bruised ego, but I'm fine," she replied. "Where's Jesse? Did she…"
"No, he didn't go with her. In fact, he managed to force the demon out of Julia," Sam replied for him. He glanced over a Julia, who was sat in the arm chair, looking like she had completely disassociated from the situation. He couldn't blame her. They'd have to take her into town and, hopefully, someone could help her. "He's gone."
"Gone?" she repeated. "As in…"
"As in he decided that he wanted to keep his family safe, so he left," he finished.
"Just like that?" she asked. He nodded and she sighed heavily. "And I'm guessing we have no idea where he's gone?"
"No, he just left a note on his bed and left," he explained. "He could be absolutely anywhere, and until he makes himself known, we're never going to find him."
She looked up the stairs, where the note was most likely still resting for his parents to find. What a horrible choice to have to make. Perhaps it had been the fact that she had always known she could sing with angels, but she hadn't ever thought to leave to protect her godfather. Learning powers at an age where you were old enough to take that into consideration had to be harder than any of them realised. "That poor boy…"
~0~0~0~
The ride back to the motel was rather quiet, but for the first time in the last couple of days it hadn't been because of the fighting between the oldest Winchester and the woman in the back of the Impala. She'd kept her feet up on the seat, but Dean didn't tell her off for it. The whole ordeal had left a heavy feeling in the air that even their fighting couldn't cut through. It was a bit of a relief, in its own way. She hated fighting with Dean.
They didn't have a lot of time, so Amelia quickly darted into her room and collected up her things. She tried to fold her suit up nicely, but she never was one for being overly tidy with clothes she didn't like. She ended up just balling the shirt up in her hands and throwing it into her bag from the opposite side of the room.
She smirked to herself as it landed on her bag. It didn't go in, but she took the win anyway. "Score," she muttered. She grabbed her tie, with the same intent, when the knock at the door cut off her perfect game. She shot it a suspicious look before walking over and looking out of the peephole.
She steeled herself, sighing heavily, before opening the door to Dean. "I'm only going to be a minute," she snapped. "Then you can drop me off the next town over and be on your way. Just be patient."
He did seem a little startled at the hostility she was sending his way, but he didn't call her out. "Oh, yeah, totally," he replied. She rolled her eyes and turned from him, walking back over to her bag to continue packing when it was obvious that he wasn't going anywhere.
He stepped in and closed the door behind him. She didn't look back at him as she shoved her FBI outfit into her bag, no longer in the mood to play with her clothes. He had to wonder if she still was packing her entire room, like she had done when they'd picked her up before going to see Adam. The bag she had seemed rather small, but then again…
He shook his head, knowing that he was just distracting himself. "Amy," he started. "Look…"
"Don't, Dean," she cut in. "I don't want to keep going 'round and 'round on this. Uncle Bobby can come pick me up tomorrow. You and Sam can ride off into the distance, and, I dunno, we'll talk whenever. Like it used to be, yeah?"
"If that's what you want," he replied, a little confused and lot uncomfortable.
She paused and looked at him. "Of course that's not what I fucking want, Dean. You'd have to be blind to not be able to see that," she snapped. "Why are you even here? You've been ready to shake me off all day. You're just stopping me packing."
He sighed angrily. He had hoped to not argue, but he should have known better. "You were a fucking demon, Amy!"
"I know!" she shouted back. "I was there! I met her, you didn't!" She stormed forward but stopped before she got too close. "And, you know what, it might happen. Because, if for one moment, I thought becoming a demon would actually help then I probably would consider it."
"You can't be serious!" he exclaimed.
"Well, I am!" she retorted. "But guess what? It wouldn't be your fault! It wouldn't be Sam's fault! It would be mine! Stop trying to take my free will when you're so big on keeping yours!"
"That's what you think I'm doing?" he asked, bewildered.
"Isn't it?" she countered. "Aren't you trying to force me to go back to my life of college classes and partying, so I don't have the choice over what I do with my life?"
"I'm trying to save your life!"
"But it's my life!" she exclaimed. She paused for a moment, before bringing her voice down. "I'm not saying I want to, Dean. Why the hell would anyone want to be a demon? I'm saying that, yeah, if it came down to it, and somehow me being a demon would help stop the looming apocalypse, you bet your ass I'll be first in line. Do I want to go black eyes?" When he didn't reply she blinked. "Oh my god, you think I do, don't you?"
"I think it's pretty obvious you're ready to run head first into any situation," he retorted. "Fighting vamps on your own? Dropping out of college? Chasing after an angel who was hell bent on killing the antichrist?"
"He was going to kill a kid!" she exclaimed. "I don't see you giving Sam hell for this crap."
"Are you kidding?" he snapped. "I give Sam hell all the time."
"He does!"
Both of them looked at the wall, where Sam's voice came through, taking them both by surprise enough to take them out of the anger they were both feeling. Neither of them had realised just how loud they had been and when they turned back to face each other, Amelia couldn't help the little smile that spread on her face.
"Do you have any idea what it's like?" she asked softly. "Having you and Sam turn up every few months, telling me about all that you had seen? I'm living on the on the outskirts of this story of two brothers, travelling in their car, fighting monsters and making a difference, one that I wish more than anything I was a part of. I know that I'm forcing my way into something I shouldn't be, I know that this isn't my story. I just really like you two dorks."
Dean sighed. Somehow, he had never understood how, she knew exactly what to say that would pull at just the right heart strings to make him go completely soft. "Fine," he said. "But no doing anything stupid, alright?"
Her face broke out into a giant grin and she nodded. "No more than usual," she offered, which he took because it was the best he was going to get.
"And your own room when we can. It's bad enough to have to share with Sam and his snoring."
She nodded eagerly. "Like I actually want to share with you two brutes."
He nodded once. "Right, well then, we're leaving in five."
He turned to leave and she darted forward, chucking her arms around him. "Thank you, Dean," she said. "You won't regret it."
He patted her on the back awkwardly a couple times. What was one more person, anyway? They could use all the help they could get with the looming apocalypse, and two arch angels trying to ride their asses. Maybe having a third person might swing the odds into their favour for the first time. "Yeah, yeah, I get it." He untangled himself from her. "Five minutes."
She was like an eager child as she nodded and turned back to her task, now packing with a gusto that he'd never seen anyone pack with. He could have rolled his eyes; she was such a child. He went back to his room where Sam was waiting for him, bag at the ready. "Pushover," he teased his older brother.
"Do you want a ride or not?" Dean warned him. "I'll turn this whole thing around if you both aren't careful."
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Sorry this is super short, but it gets the plot going and I wanted to update because it's been so long.
Again, I'm not promising much, but I've been stuck on trying to push this forward that I felt it better just to chuck this little bit in so I can move on.
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