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Chapter 11

Highway to Hell

Dean sardonically laughed. "Yeah, in your condition? You'd probably run off with the monster."

"Dean." Sam sounded both threatening and exhausted.

"Really Sam? You really think it's a good idea for Carrie to go on a case?"

"I was a good hunter when I didn't have my soul, Dean."

"Too good, Sam. It's a no, Tor."

"Beg your pardon, I don't have a soul?"

Sam winced.

Dean balled his hand into a fist, "Son of a bitch!"

Try as he might, Sam was unable to backpedal. Victoria rushed past them and got in her car. She drove off, leaving Sam and Dean futilely running after her.

"You slipped Sam. Dammit!" Dean hit the kitchen table with his fist.

"I was trying to help her, and, I uh, made it worse. Yeah, I know." Sam sat down at the table and sighed. He just seemed so tired.

Dean felt guilty for his reaction and sat opposite him.

"Look, Sam, I didn't mean it. She was gonna find out sooner or later."

Sam leaned back in his chair, placing one of his hands on the table. "It doesn't matter, Dean."

Dean couldn't bear the look of defeat on his brother.

Suddenly, Ezekiel was sitting at the table with them.

"I have spoken with Holden, he is willing to do whatever he needs to in order to secure Victoria's well-being. Now, that that is settled, where do you propose we begin?"

Sam snorted in a sort of sarcastic half-chuckle. "Well, she's gone, because I let it slip she had no soul. And now we don't know how to reach her. She won't answer her phone."

"I am always able to locate her, Sam."

Sam looked puzzled, "She has the warding."

"That is of no consequence, I am her Guardian."

Dean liked the hopeful look in his brother's eye. "So, we get her, drag her back to the bunker, and lock her up until we can figure this crap out?"

Sam looked pained, "Dean, no. She just escaped being held captive and drugged, there is no way we're doing that to her. And there's no way we can contain her without her being drugged. Really?"

"I don't know what else to do Sammy, she's obviously one bird short of a cuckoo's nest."

"No, Dean."

"I agree with you, Sam. Capturing Victoria after she escaped would be cruel."

"She fried your brain, Zeke."

"Yes, I am aware. I was there."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"No, she just needs to be talked to. She's the most intelligent person we know. Her logic can override this. Ezekiel, you used to appeal to her logic, right? You can convince her."

Ezekiel looked at Sam, "I will be honest with you, I am afraid of Victoria in her current state."

"Damn straight."

Sam looked at Dean reproachfully.

"Sammy, this isn't our Tor. And the sooner you realize that, the sooner we can get her back."

She wasn't sure why she had ran away. Maybe because they had lied to her. But she didn't really care about that. She didn't think she did anyway. They had overtaken her apartment and she liked her apartment. However, she didn't want to go back to deal with them. She decided to go to where her case was. She could still do her job after all, soul or no soul.

No soul. There was nothing without a soul.

Angels didn't have souls. But they didn't feel empty.

She felt like a void.

Victoria Doyle pulled off to the side of the road to think.

Ezekiel had decided to write an explanation in a letter and send it to Victoria. As that was all they had, Sam and Dean agreed. Victoria was logical, and logic should win her over, cloaked soul or not.

Rowena and Cas swooped in. All involved were relieved to find out a while ago that Rowena was not in fact dead, as Crowley had thought. Her power of invention had saved her once again. They had become somewhat fond of the witch.

"Oh dear, you poor boys." Rowena put her spell book on the table and looked at Sam and Dean.

"Where's Victoria?" Cas asked, looking around.

Sam exhaled slowly. "She left. I uh, messed up."

Cas narrowed his eyes.

"Sam accidentally mentioned Tor was soulless."

"That's not the case, Samuel, you know Castiel told you that. Her soul is cloaked in black magic, but it is there."

"Black magic?"

Rowena looked at the eldest Winchester. "Indeed, so black in fact, it is evil. The mere fact your lady has not killed the entire population is only a testament to her will-power."

Sam looked as if he had been kicked in the stomach, hard.

"Evil?"

"Yes, dear, evil. Whatever took her, and drugged her, had immense plans for her. That much I know."

"Can you get rid of it, Rowena?"

The witch held up the vial of blood. "Not in this concentration, no. Even attempting such a thing would irrevocably kill her."

Dean continued his questioning, "What do you mean, this concentration?"

"If, somehow, the evil can be lessened, then I think I could try."

"How the hell do we do that? Get Cas to read the Bible to her?"

"I do not think that will work Dean. My voice is not that soothing."

Dean rolled his eyes and Sam was able to slightly chuckle, in spite of everything.

"How do you boys deal with evil on a normal basis?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other.

Victoria Doyle's thoughts were interrupted when a young woman knocked on her passenger's side window. Victoria leaned over and unlocked the door. The woman got in quickly and locked the door.

"Drive!"

"Excuse me?"

"My crazy, psycho ex is trying to kill me, drive!"

Victoria Doyle did not like someone getting into her car and telling her what to do. No matter what their crazy, psycho ex was intending.

"I will drive when I please. You may stay in here though, if you're quiet."

"Don't you understand?!" The blonde woman shouted, annoyed, scared, and angry. "He's going to kill both of us!" She started crying. "Please drive!"

"Miss, if anyone comes near me with malicious intent, rest assured, I will kill them."

"He has a gun."

Victoria shrugged. "I have two." She paused, and smiled crookedly, revealing one side of her upper teeth. "In fact, I think they are still loaded with explosive bullets. I wonder how they work on humans."

Before Victoria could think too much, an opportunity presented itself in a burly man who aggressively started pounding on her passenger side window.

"Oh, your crazy, psycho ex I presume?"

The girl was screaming too loud to answer. Victoria shrugged, took the keys out of the ignition, put them in her pocket, got out, and locked the door as she closed it.

"I really must insist you stop pounding on my car's glass, you absolute waste of humanity."

"Shut up, bitch! I'll do what I damn well please."

Victoria slowly nodded. "Do you have a firearm?"

"What the hell? Do you want to see it?"

Victoria nodded. "I do."

The man pointed a small caliber pistol at her. "Now, get out of my way. I'll take your car too."

"You see, it's my car. I'm fond of it. And your gun, is small. Mine's bigger."

Victoria pointed her Kimber at him and smiled. "I'm glad I grabbed my coat before I left."

"I don't want to shoot you lady, but I will."

"I believe you."

"Then frickin' move!"

"No, my car."

The man put his finger on the trigger but before he could pull it, Victoria shot him. The gun did still have the exploding bullets in it. Victoria lamented the brains, blood, guts, hair, and nails scattered on her and her Mustang.

"Pity."

Never once did the girl stop screaming as she got out of the car and ran away.

Victoria shrugged and called the local police. She instructed them to bring lots of water. And soap.

Sam leaned in towards the witch. "You think we can combat whatever is in her with… holy water and salt?"

"You don't think I would have come to you boys without doing my research, do you? Watch." Rowena put a bit of the blood on a plate. It was unusually dark.

"Now this," she said, opening up a small bottle, "is a mixture of holy water and dead sea salt." She put a few drops onto the blood, causing it to separate. One side was black sludge, and the other was the bright red of fresh blood.

"Holy crap. That…" Dean said, pointing to the black sludge, "Is in Tor's blood?"

"I'm afraid so. Which explains why your little Chosen One can bring an Angel she loves to his knees."

"And it is cloaking her soul?"

"Yes, Samuel. Every bit of it."

"And if she drinks the Holy Water and salt?"

"I do not know what will happen exactly, but it should lessen the evil so that I can separate it from her. I'm not quite sure how yet. But I will figure it out."

Sam and Dean nodded.

"Thanks Rowena."

The witch stood to get up. "But, I will not be around her until she is lessened, is that understood?"

"Yup."

"Got it."

"Good. Always a pleasure to help you boys, with nothing in return."

Cas rolled his eyes as they flew away.

"How are we going to get her to drink this, Dean?"

"Hell if I know Sammy, but we'll figure it out."

They both drew their guns when they heard the front door slam.

Victoria stopped on the stairs when she saw them. "Dramatic, gentlemen."

They put their guns back into their waistbands.

"What the hell happened Tor? Is that a finger in your hair?" Dean almost wretched.

Victoria shrugged. "Probably."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Sam. I was pulled over on the side of the road, thinking. And then this woman knocked on my window, got in my car and told me to drive. I didn't want to, so I didn't. She kept screaming, God, it was annoying. Anyway, apparently her crazy, psycho ex was chasing her. He pulled a gun on me, I shot him. Still had explosive bullets. He went boom."

She looked at Dean. "Is the piece of finger large?"

"What do you mean?"

"Will it go down a drain?"

Dean crinkled his nose and shook his head.

Victoria pulled the piece of finger out of her hair and headed towards the kitchen. The brothers soon heard the garbage disposal. They both looked faint.

"You two are awfully squeamish tonight. I received Ezekiel's note. I have a soul, it is just cloaked with magic?"

They nodded.

"And I suppose you want it uncloaked?"

"Don't you Tor? I mean you just put a piece of a man's finger down the garbage disposal. Damn."

Victoria looked at the eldest Winchester. "I do not care about that. However, this void is causing problems. It is unpleasant. I wish it gone, so yes."

"Uh, Rowena thinks she has a temporary solution until she can find a permanent one." Sam took the bottle from his pocket. "You will have to drink this potion every few hours until she can completely remove the magic."

Victoria inspected the bottle. "Looks like salt water."

"I don't know what's in it, Tor. She just gave it to us and said she would supply us with more while she works on a permanent solution." Sam smiled what he hoped was earnestly.

Victoria narrowed her eyes at him. "This will make you happy?"

Sam's voice caught in his throat. "You make me happy. Tor."

"Soul or cloaked soul?"

Sam tried to lie, he did, but everything in his face betrayed him. "Yes."

Victoria couldn't feel. She was unable. But still, somehow, a tiny part of her bright soul was drawn to Sam Winchester's pain. She immediately took the bottle and emptied its contents into her throat. She handed him the empty bottle back.

"I am empty and experience despair, without despair. A void without any possible filler. And yet, your face, your obvious pain, deepens that despair. It is most unpleasant. I hope this works, for you."

Victoria ascended the stairs.

Dean patted Sam on the back. "I'll call Cas and make some more."

Sam nodded, his lips pursed.

The feelings of extreme physical pain began as Victoria had finished her shower. She barely made it to the toilet in time.

There was no type of food poisoning that compared to this. Violent heaving produced thick, black slime that almost seemed alive. She could not hear Sam banging on the door as her heaving grew more and more loud. Finally, she was done. She passed out on the cold, bathroom floor, oblivious to what was happening.

Sam broke the door down. Victoria was laying on the floor, wrapped in a towel. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She was cold and clammy, but alive.

He wiped her face with a damp towel and laid down beside her.

Several hours passed, and with each Victoria grew more ill. Her face became pallid, her eyes sunk in, and her lips grew peach.

Dean stood in the doorway with several bottles of water.

"What the hell?"

He put the water on the table and walked over to Victoria.

"I don't know Dean. It's bad, isn't it?"

"Sam?" Victoria muttered weakly.

"Hey."

"Was that holy water and dead sea salt?"

"It was."

Dean looked at him somewhat reproachfully. Sam just sadly shook his head.

"It was evil."

"Yeah, it was. Can you tell us what happened?"

"Am I in a towel?"

"I didn't want to disturb you, so I just put you in bed with it on."

"Oh, can we talk downstairs, with tea?"

Sam slightly smiled, but it was genuine. "Of course."

"I'll be down in a minute."

They worried about leaving her alone in what appeared to be a weakened state, but they knew she was always tougher than she looked.

Sam had her cup waiting on the coffee table when she came down in her pajamas. She had to take slow, measured steps in order to not fall over, but she made it to the couch and snuggled into Sam. She was ever so grateful to feel him next to her.

"Sam."

Sam put his arm around her and kissed her head with the slightest trace of tears in his eyes. "I'm here."

"What I did…"

"It wasn't you."

"I…"

"It wasn't you."

"Ezekiel."

"He's fine."

"But I…"

"Tor, stop beating yourself up, okay? We've all been there."

Dean realized how absurd it was that he even could say that.

"Dean, the case, you and.."

"We'll take care of it, Tor. Can you tell us what happened after you drank the stuff?"

"It's gross."

"Try us."

"I puked up a lot of this black sludge looking stuff, that almost seemed, well, sentient."

"Like it was alive?"

Victoria looked up into Sam's face and nodded. "It was so much. I thought I was going to die."

"How do you feel now?"

Victoria looked at Dean. "Physically? Terrible. Emotionally? Back to normal. All I want is to be around my family. But I can't fight like this, Dean."

"We'll do the fighting for now, and then we'll get you better."

"But whatever did this to me? It's gotta be bad. It knew what it was doing. It wanted me evil. And had I not killed that man when I did, I would've known who it was."

"You were being held prisoner Tor, it's okay."

"Dean, I attacked Castiel."

"Whatever that was, was not you. You would never do that, okay? You were being made into some type of killing machine. Why? I don't know, but we'll sure as hell figure it out. Now, give me your phone and Cas and I will go take care of your case."

"It's on my nightstand."

Victoria coughed slightly as the tea burned her scarred throat. She looked at Sam. "Maybe ice cream instead?"

Sam smiled and went to go get the container and two spoons.