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Chapter 23

The Hunt for Sam Winchester

Dean drove like a bat out of hell. Victoria leaned her head against the window and watched the raindrops accumulate, then roll down the glass.

Mrs. Turner didn't have any family left. Victoria was all she had. Victoria never worried about anything harming those she cared for. She was never in a big enough league for that. Anything who knew what she was, was taken care of. Now she was with the Winchesters. It didn't get much more big league than that. Well, maybe being the guardian to an archangel's child. She suddenly did not feel well.

"Pull over."

Dean pulled over on the state highway as soon as he could.

Victoria ran out of the car and into the adjacent field. She doubled over and began to dry heave. Upon realizing she was in fact not going to throw up, Victoria sat down in the grass and started sobbing. It was as if everything hit her at that moment. Mrs. Turner, her sister, her upcoming responsibility, and Sam being kidnapped and possibly tortured at this moment. She began to dry heave again.

Dean knelt in front of her. "Tor, this sucks. But you and me, we're gonna find Sam, and we're gonna kill the bastards that took him and killed Mrs. Turner. We're gonna bring Sam home. Then, you're gonna bond with your sister before she goes to heaven. But we can't do any of that if you're crying in a field."

Victoria looked at Dean. His face was kind, but stern. At that moment she realized she needed him as well as Sam, albeit for entirely different reasons.

She nodded as Dean helped her up.

They got back in the car and continued to drive to the farmhouse.

The farmhouse was a disaster. Everything was turned upside down, things were knocked over, Victoria and Dean had to kick their way through. There were bodies everywhere, several with their eyes burned out, several with stab wounds.

"How did they get in, with it being warded?"

Victoria was wondering the same thing. "Maybe they had human help."

Dean walked over and picked up a can of spray paint. "Yeah, seems like it."

"So, the humans rush in first, Castiel gets Lizzie and Mary out, Sam is left to fight off the humans, some of whom erase the warding, Castiel gets back and Sam is gone?"

"And Cas is left with demons. Which he kills." Victoria heard a hint of pride in Dean's voice.

"If humans had taken Sam, Castiel would have been able to find him. It must have been a high level demon who could teleport."

"We need help."

"No."

"It's the only way he'll help us."

"Which means he's up to something."

"I know. But it's for Sam, Tor."

Victoria sighed. "Against all my better judgement, yes, I agree."

The King of Hell looked around at the remains of demons. "Impressive for our winged friend." He looked at Victoria, "It's good to see you again love. Thank you for turning off your supernatural hearing."

Victoria simply stared at the demon. "If Sam isn't back safe with his family by tomorrow night, I will boil your eyeballs and feed them to you with a side of au jus."

"Let's save the foreplay for another time, we have to get Moose home."

Crowley looked through the bodies. "Yes, this one I know. He works for a demon named Aristede. A fairly high ranked demon but nothing the two of you can't handle."

"Where do we find him?"

"Patience, Squirrel. Besides, we have a matter of payment."

Dean looked exasperated. "What do you want Crowley?"

"Simple, really. I call, you help me. Just like you call, I help you. Oh yes, and our Chosen One here keeps her supernatural hearing turned off for me just as she does for our Angel friend, hum?"

Dean looked at Victoria.

"If you help get Sam back, I honestly do not care to hear any disgusting thing you think ever again. However, if Sam…"

"Yes, eyeballs and au jus."

Victoria nodded.

"No fretting love. Might I suggest you two clean up this mess to the best of your ability while I go find out where Aristede might be?" Crowley snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Victoria looked around. "We have to let it burn."

"Tor, I…"

"Mrs. Turner has no family, Dean. There will be no one here to claim it. She once told me she was leaving everything to me, because I was the closest thing to a daughter she ever had. Unfortunately, I did not appreciate her as much as I should have."

Victoria felt her eyes burn and she wiped at them with her sleeve.

"I have to call the police here for Misses Turner's death. I'll tell them it was my area, and they'll understand and sweep it under the rug. But this?"

Victoria and Dean looked at the dozens of bodies surrounding them.

"What the hell are we supposed to do with this?"

Dean looked at the woman he so easily considered his sister. "We let it burn."

Dean and Victoria watched as the flames rose higher into the night.

"I see you two took the easy way out."

Crowley appeared in between them.

"Got an address?"

Crowley took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Dean.

"This is where he spends most of his time. I popped over there to make sure it was worth your time. Moose is there, he is not unguarded. There are several small demons you will have to get through in order to get to Aristede. Word of advice, love?"

Victoria looked at him.

"That trick you did to me, not letting me leave my tenement? Do the same to him the second he lays eyes on you. If he is not incapacitated as soon as possible I'm afraid you'll be his biggest trophy."

"Hand me your gun please."

Dean raised up in his seat to take his gun from his waistband and gave it to Tor.

Victoria took his clip out and pulled out the ammunition. Once she was done she replaced it with bright, silver colored ammo.

"Did you make those from Angel Blades?"

"I did. Ezekiel would bring them to me whenever there was an, altercation, as he called them. He knew I would sometimes find myself in dangerous situations without him. He thought these would be the best course of action."

"Cool."

"I never really thought about them that way, but I suppose they will prove themselves useful tonight."

"Tor?"

"Hum?"

"This Aristede, he wants Jack, right?"

"I assume so, yes."

"It's just going to be eighteen years of this crap. Not that I don't like ganking things that threaten my family, I do, but, damn."

"I understand where you are coming from Dean. I do not necessarily think we will have to protect Jack. I think our job will be more to guide him."

"Since he's the Devil's spawn."

"Since he will be a new being. Yes, he will have capabilities that will probably surpass and surprise all of us. However, his father has nothing to do with who he can and will become."

"You're a nurture girl huh?"

"Dean, I have to be. Not only for Jack's sake, but for Sam's. He still struggles with being Lucifer's true vessel. He feels he was born for evil. I can tell that sometimes he almost cannot overcome what Lucifer made him endure. He keeps doing good things to try and be okay. The saddest part is that he is so much more than okay, he's practically perfect. Sam is a good person, and Jack will be a good person. Sam had you and Jack will have all of us."

Dean didn't speak for a moment. "Sam had me."

"You have quite literally given up everything for him, I truly believe he's only surviving now because of you."

"He has you too now."

Victoria looked at Dean's gun that was still in her hand. "Yes. He also has me."

"And Mom."

"And Castiel."

Dean smiled. "Yeah. Our family's gotten a lot bigger."

"Jack will be a part of it soon too, if you'll accept him."

"Here's the deal, Tor. You're family. That makes Jack family. And Cas has taken on the role of his 'Dad' and Cas is family so Jack's covered both ways."

"We don't have to live with you though if that's…."

Dean interrupted her. "The bunker's huge. The kid's gonna have to learn about who he is and the bunker's the best place for that. And we can keep an eye on him. Besides that, you're Sam's girl. We're all living together. Plus, you make pie."

Victoria smiled as she handed Dean back his gun. "All of your points were valid, however, I'm ninety percent sure you keep me around for the pie."

Dean parked far enough away from the house so the engine couldn't be heard. Victoria felt nervous. She held onto her stomach as she didn't like the sensation. It annoyed her.

"How many?"

Victoria closed her eyes and concentrated. "Seventeen. Two are guarding the main entrance. I should be able to pinpoint where the rest of them are as we navigate the house."

Dean and Victoria slowly made their way towards the secluded house. It was so far out from civilization there was no need for a fence for privacy, the woods provided it.

Dean had his angel blade in his hand. Victoria walked beside him, trying not to tread on dry leaves.

Two demons were guarding the front door. Their hands were folded in front of them. They looked like bouncers at a night club. There was really no way for a surprise attack. The property was surprisingly well lit, and the demons would see them coming. Victoria looked at Dean and shrugged. She put her hands in her coat and started walking towards them.

The two demons were confused at first. They saw a woman in a white coat walking towards them in the middle of nowhere. It took the first one to be stabbed by a running Dean Winchester before the second one realized she was a Chosen One. As soon as he connected the dots his life was also gone. Victoria wiped her hand on the body's shirt before looking at Dean.

Dean slowly pulled the lever down on the front door and walked in. Victoria nodded her head towards the right and Dean started walking that way. Victoria pulled her Kimber out of her pocket and motioned for Dean to do the same. He knew that meant they were about to face a crap load of demons.

Fear was an unusual thing to see in a body being possessed by a demon. Victoria sort of like how it looked. Surely these things knew if Sam Winchester was in the house, Dean was going to shortly follow. Maybe these things didn't know. Maybe they were just throwing themselves at the creature who appeared to have the most power at the time. Victoria didn't think much of it as she and Dean shot their way through the fifteen remaining demons scattered throughout the house.

"These bullets are awesome!"

Dean put his gun back in his belt as he shot the seventeenth demon. He got his angel blade back out. He looked at Victoria who appeared to be frozen.

"What is it Tor?"

"I don't hear anything."

"Which means Aristede isn't here."

Victoria nodded.

"Well, Crowley said Sam is, so let's go find him."

Victoria followed Dean as he went room to room looking for his brother. The house was large, and there were far more rooms than necessary.

They made their way to the attic. It was cold and drafty up there. Victoria pulled her coat tighter to her body. At the very top of the stairs there was a door, Dean opened it hurriedly.

Sam was sitting in a chair, unconscious. His face was bloody, his clothes were torn.

"Sammy?" Dean rushed over to him and shook his shoulder. Sam was handcuffed to the chair.

Victoria ran over to them and knelt down to Sam. She put her hand on the side of his face. He instantly woke up and all the blood was gone.

"Hey." Victoria smiled slightly.

"Hey." Sam replied, happy to see her and his brother.

"Tor, I can't get the cuffs off."

Victoria took the handcuffs in her hand and broke them in two.

Sam got up and the three of them started to leave the room. Victoria felt a shiver run down her spine and she stopped. She turned around and saw Aristede.

She knew Dean was yelling at her. "Smite its ass and come on."

She knew Sam called her name, "Tor! Please!"

She knew they were both in that cold hallway waiting for her, willing her to come on, to follow.

She couldn't.

All she heard, all she saw, was Aristede torturing Sam. All she heard was his screams. She looked at the demon, sitting in the chair covered in Sam's blood. All she felt was hatred.

Victoria looked at the door that was still open. She knew they would be in no danger as long as they stayed out there. She looked towards the two men, felt her eyes burn, and then the door closed.

Sam and Dean tried opening the door to the attic room. They couldn't budge it. It was as if it was made from far more than wood.

"Dean, that demon will kill her. We have to get in there."

"Dammit. Cas!"

Castiel appeared in-between Sam and Dean. Dean had texted him the address earlier, just in case.

"Sam." Cas's voice was a mix of relief and apologies.

"Hey Cas."

"Cas man, can you open the door? Tor's stuck in there with the head honcho demon that got Sam."

Castiel tried opening the door in every way known to him. "It's sealed, Dean."

"Like by demon magic?"

"Some type of magic. Some type I have no control over, I've never actually experienced anything like it."

"Could Tor have done it?"

"Highly unlikely, I do not believe she has the capabilities to manipulate objects."

"Before the door closed, her eyes flashed purple."

The demon's chosen body was beautiful. She had dark hair and hazel eyes, accompanied by a skintight red dress. It was as if the demon tried to find as stark a contrast to its soul as possible.

Aristede uncrossed her legs and began to walk around the room. "Your reputation precedes you, I'm afraid, Miss Doyle. I apologize if I am not as shocked by your appearance as most."

Victoria was bombarded with the demon's thoughts. They were horrible, like a black sludge overtaking everything else. Suddenly Crowley's words popped into her head.

She looked at Aristede and felt her eyes burn once more.

"Well, that's a new trick. Bravo Miss Doyle."

Victoria was shaken out of its thoughts by her overwhelming feeling of control.

"You should not have taken Sam."

"It was not Sam I wanted, but I think you already know that."

"You will not get him."

"You underestimate me."

"No, Aristede, I think it is you who underestimates me."

Victoria smiled in an unsettling way, her upper lip curling over the right side of her teeth.

"You are ancient, and you have always won. So, of course you live your death based on the assumption you will always win. I also always win. This right here is not a battle of good and evil. What makes this particular encounter unique is that it is a battle of pure will. This is not a matter of good will triumph. At this moment, I do not feel very 'good.'"

"You are one of the Chosen, you have a code."

"True. I was taught a code. Do you know what trumps 'codes' every time Aristede?"

The demon rolled its eyes, "Love?"

Victoria shook her head. "Hate."

"I don't understand."

Dean looked from his angel to his brother, "You saw it too, right Sam?"

Sam nodded and turned his glaze to Cas, "Dean's right. Tor looked at us, her eyes flashed purple instead of the normal blue, then the door slammed shut."

Castiel looked puzzled. "She has never shown any ability to manipulate objects. Her power must be fueled by whatever emotion overcame her when Aristede appeared."

All three stopped talking when they heard a woman's screams from the other side of the door.

Sam violently started pulling on the knob to no avail, "Tor!"

Victoria looked at the smoking pile of goo on the floor in front of her. She felt her body begin to shake. It was as if she was cold, but she was sweating.

She vaguely remembered Sam's hands on her shoulders. She only slightly remembered Dean practically carrying her to the backseat of the Impala. She did remember Sam sitting in the back with her, because his presence was the only thing that kept her from withdrawing completely.

She knew Castiel went back to watch over her sister. Dean thought the drive would do Victoria good. She wasn't sure if anything could do her 'good' at the moment, but she wasn't up to making decisions.