A/N: So sorry this took so long. I swear I haven't given up on it. Two jobs and full time student leaves little room for things I actually want to be writing and I know this was a long time coming but bear with me, season 4 will finally be started and I have a lot of portions of that already written and there are some interesting reveals and changes. Enjoy this for now
Disclaimer: All rights to the original owners. I own nothing.
S3 EP60 NO REST FOR THE WICKED
Bridget was lost in the drawing she was sketching out with the new sketch book and artist pencil set she had received for her birthday as to not to disturb Dean who had fallen asleep at the desk. She wasn't sure who it came from, but gifts were always sent to Bobby's house around her birthday every year since she'd been with the Winchester's. Before that, they would come to her brother's house. Whoever it was knew where to find her or at least who could find her. Sam and Dean found it odd every year it happened, but she was accustomed to it. In fact, she looked forward to it since it never felt evil or ominous. It was the opposite, she felt comforted by it just as she had when she was young and her parent's died. She had received flowers the day after they died in the accident from the same person judging by the M initial on the card and she had kept receiving gifts on her birthday just as Derek had on his until he died. She received more flowers the day after then too. Then she left and thought that would be the end of it all. She hadn't even really thought about it until after she teamed up with John and Dean and got a call from Bobby saying there was a package at his place for her with no return address. They had been worried about it but the moment she saw the card with the M, she felt a comfort she hadn't felt since Will and Derek were alive. They just kept coming every year since that day to Bobby's just as this package had which was great timing since she was running out of paper. She looked at the drawing. Angel wings and a figure but no face. What she saw in her mind was too blinding to see clearly. All she could make out was the form and the wings. Angels. That was new.
Dean woke up startled at the desk. She looked over at him as he breathed heavy. "Dean, you okay?"
"Huh?" he looked over at her eyes wide. "Yeah, just a nightmare."
Before she could question him any further, Sam walked into the room. "Find anything?"
"No," he cleared his throat and closed the book. "Nothing good."
"Well, Bobby has. Finally," Sam sighed.
Bridget closed her sketch pad. "What did he find?"
"A way to find Lilith."
Dean looked at his watch. "With just thirty hours to go. Hey, why don't we just make a TJ-run, yeah? You know... some senoritas, cervezas, uh, we could... What's Spanish for donkey show?"
"Ok, if we can save you, we're never doing that," Bridget said, closing her drawing book and putting it back in her bag.
"Yeah…" Dean trailed off and looked back at the picture of the hell hounds in the book, shivering at the dream of them chasing him.
Sam sat across from him. "Dean, look, we're cutting it close, I know. But we're gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes, Dean. You're not gonna go to hell. Bridget and I are not gonna let you."
"It'll be okay," Bridget said with a strained smile, not even sure if she believed her own words.
"Yeah…okay," he agreed.
Sam stood up. "We better get going. Bobby is expecting us and we can be there in an hour."
"No time to waste," Dean snorted and started gathering his things though he had little hope that any of this would work. It just wasn't in their luck.
It took them less than an hour to get to Bobby's, who already had maps laid out and his wooden crystal pendulum set up on the map. Bridget had seen it before when they were tracking a demon long ago with John. It proved to be useful 96% of the time, hopefully it wouldn't fall into the other four percent today. The three wooden legs were splayed so it was standing with the small crystal ball on top of it, surround by a spinable metal circle of symbols. Between the three wooden legs and under the crystal was the pendulum that was sharpened to be more specific.
"So we need a name," Bobby said standing near the table. "With the right name and right ritual there ain't nothing you can't suss out."
"The name of the town Lilith's in would be useful," Bridget said. "My fist is starting to miss her face."
"Kiddo, when we're done I can give you the street she's on so you can go down there and give her a good kick in the ass," Bobby snorted. He set the pendulum up over the United States and they watched as it swung in circles almost lazily until it stopped mid spin. Bobby leaned over. "New Harmony, Indiana. We have a winner."
"Alright, let's go," Sam said, starting to head for the door.
Dean looked at him eyes wide and spread his arms out to stop them. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Let's all shut up there, Tex."
"What's the problem?" Sam asked him.
"What's the problem?" he repeated, exasperated. "Come on, where do I begin? I mean, first of all, we don't even know if Lilith holds my deal. We're going off of Bela's intel? Now when that bitch breathes, the air comes out crooked. Okay. Second, even if we could get to Lilith, we have no way to gank her. And third, isn't this the same Lilith that wants your giant head on a pike? Should I continue?"
"Well aren't you rainin' on the parade," Bobby told him.
"It's a gift," he shot back.
"Okay," Bridget nodded. "Then what do you want us to do, Dean?"
"Just 'cause I gotta die doesn't mean you all have to, okay. Either we go in smart or we don't go in at all. "
"If that's the case then I have an answer," Sam said.
"You do?"
"Yeah. A sure-fire way to confirm it's Lilith and a way to get us a bona fide demon-killing ginsu."
"Oh hell no," Bridget shook her head, arms folded over her chest. She knew exactly what Sam was referring to. "Not Ruby."
"You don't get a say in this, Bridget."
"Like hell I don't! She's a demon, Sam. She gives off a bad vibe to me and by now, you should know how much my vibes are true."
"She's our hope and you don't get to argue."
"But I do," Dean stepped in. "Come on man, she is the Miss Universe of lying skanks, okay. She told you that she could save me, huh – lie. She seems to know everything about Lilith but forgot to mention, oh right – Lilith owns my soul!"
"Okay, fine," he nodded. "She's a liar, but she still has the knife."
"Sam's right," Bobby said causing Bridget and Dean to both stare at him dumbfounded.
"You're kidding, right?" Bridget gapped.
"No! We are not going to make the same mistakes again. If you want to save me then find another way."
With a defeated sigh, Bobby grabbed his jacket off the couch.
"Where are you going?" Bridget asked him.
"I guess to find another way," he said and went out the screen door, the truck started a moment later, leaving them all in silence as it drove away.
Not long after he left, everyone seemed to do their own thing. Bridget absorbed herself in her book, laying on the couch while Dean grabbed a beer and turned on the TV, absent mindedly watching the Simpsons but not before going down to the basement to blow off steam as he put it. Sam was on his computer until he shut it down, mumbling he was going to lay down in the other room. The tension was getting to be intense around all of them as the last of the day was taking hold. It all seemed to be a pipedream, the thought of finding Lilith was out of reach and next to impossible. Even if they found her, getting her to hand over the contract would prove to be even more difficult. Bridget clutched at her necklace as it vibrated against her skin. She waited a moment and it happened again. Dropping her book, she jumped to her feet causing Dean to come out of his staring competition with the TV.
"What is it?"
"Your brother…"
Dean shot to his feet. "What? Sammy? Is he in trouble?"
She touched her necklace and her face hardened. It was like pictures were playing in her mind and she knew what he had done, she could see it. "No, but he's going to be when I'm done with him." She headed towards the basement door and motioned for Dean to be quiet as they descended the stairs. Her necklace thrummed again as she heard a female voice, Ruby's voice.
"Look…I can show you how to save your brother," she heard Ruby say and couldn't help the dark smile that spread over her face as she stepped forward, folding her arms over her chest.
"Awee…well aren't you the slutty little Yoda," Bridget said. Ruby turned around, stunned to see her and Dean there. Sam, on the other hand, looked like a kid caught drinking a beer underage.
"Bridget…Dean…how charmed I am to see you," she said, her sweet tone gone.
"I think we knew you'd show up," Bridget said.
"I should have known Sam wouldn't have listened," Dean added and Sam looked away from them. "But you're not gonna teach him anything, you understand me? Over my dead body."
She snorted. "You're right about that."
"What you are gonna do is give me that knife. And then you can just go crawl back into whatever slop you came from and never bother me or my brother again. Are we clear?"
"Your brother is carrying a bomb inside of him and we'd be stupid not to use it."
"Dean, look, just hold on for one-"
"Sam! Don't! Are you blind? Don't you see it's a trick?"
"That's not true," Ruby said.
Bridget pointed at her and felt a force go through her. Ruby stumbled back, as if shoved. "You,
stay out of it."
Ruby stared at her, intrigued. "Oh, you learning some tricks there, power girl."
"You don't want to see my tricks, Ruby. They end with you beat back to hell," she glared.
Dean and Sam were still wrapped up in their own heated debate. "She wants you to give into this whole demonic psychic whatever, okay. I mean hell, she probably wants you to become her little anti-christ Super Star."
"I just want Lilith dead," Ruby stated.
"Why?" Bridget asked her, her eyes never leaving Ruby.
"I've told you guys why!"
Dean snorted, "Oh, right, yeah. Because you were human once and you liked kittens and long walks on the beach."
"You know, I am so sick of proving myself to you. You wanna save yourself, this is how. You dumb, spineless dick."
"That's it," Bridget mumbled and swung at Ruby, connecting with the side of her face, sending her stumbling back. "No one talks to my husband like that."
Ruby wiped the back of her hand across her face, coming back with blood. She smiled and launched herself at Bridget. Both girl's fell to the floor, Ruby on top of Bridget. The demon got two hits in on Bridget before the hunter grabbed her arms and used her legs to kick her over her, sending her through a beam that was leaned up. Bridget rolled to her feet and with a snarl.
"Hey!" Sam shouted. Bridget looked over at him and her necklace pulsed, a force sent him backward, knocking him off his feet. She turned back to Ruby who threw herself on Bridget again and they rolled, Ruby hitting Bridget in the face, busting her lip before Bridget threw her off. Ruby grabbed a piece of the broken wood, coming at Bridget as Dean shouted. She threw her hand up in front of her with a burst of white energy and Ruby flew backwards hitting the wall.
"Told you that you weren't going to like my tricks," Bridget panted, getting to her feet and wiping the blood off her face. Her nose was bleeding with her lip now.
Ruby stood, lip still bleeding but not looking as bad as Bridget. "What are you grinning at, bitch? I'm winning"
"I let you." Bridget held up Ruby's knife. She had grabbed it from her while Ruby had been hitting her. "Missing something, sweetheart."
"I'll kill you, you bitch," she moved towards Bridget and stopped when she hit a wall. She tried again and was stuck. Dean whistled at her and pointed up. A Devil's Trap was painted on the ceiling, something Dean had done earlier when he suspected Sam would call Ruby though he hadn't planned on his wife getting beat up to get it done. Sam looked stunned by it all, having not seen it earlier.
Dean shrugged and Bridget handed him the knife, "Like we said, we'd knew you'd come…"
They turned to head up the stairs, "You're going to leave me here?" she yelled.
Bridget glared at her through her blood stained face. "You're lucky I don't grab the book and exercise you're skanky ass out of here."
"Come on, Sam," Dean called to his brother and waited for Sam to go up the stairs in front of them.
"Oh, oh you – so you're just too stupid to live, is that it? Then fine! You deserve hell! I wish I could be there, Dean. I wish I could smell the flesh sizzle off your bones! I WISH I COULD BE THERE TO HEAR YOU SCREAM!"
Bridget rolled her eyes and went up after Sam. Dean shook his head at Ruby, "And I wish you'd shut your pie hole, but we don't always get what we want."
Once Bridget was up the stairs, she cracked her neck, still tense from the fight. Sam handed her a tissue and she shook her head. "Keep it. You're going to need it."
"For what?" he frowned.
Bridget swung her right fist and connected with the side of his face. Sam went down, hand to his nose as it started bleeding. "For your bloody nose." She stepped over him and grabbed another tissue out of the box, wiping at her face.
Dean came up the stairs, closing the door. He paused seeing his brother bleeding on the ground looking shocked and Bridget standing, wiping her face complacently. He shrugged and stepped over Sam to Bridget. "You okay?" he tilted her chin to get a look at her face. "You chick fighting Ruby wasn't part of the plan."
"Sometimes you gotta go with the moment. And the moment said beat her ass."
"What was with the power shoving?" Sam asked from the floor.
"You had it coming. Don't get in my way in the middle of a fight. Whatever I was born with is getting stronger and I don't like you right now," she warned him.
Dean ignored it all. He'd seen Bridget's weird telekinetic power things get stronger and he felt her necklace and her brother and fiancé had something to do with it, but that was the last thing he was speculating at the moment. "Nothing looks broken and it stopped bleeding," he said then patted her ass and wiggled his eyebrows. "That was hot by the way…you wanna go in the other room and celebrate the win."
She threw the tissue away, most of the blood off her face. "First, I need to talk to your lying brother here." Sammy was just getting to his feet, dabbing at his nose.
"Can't say I didn't deserve that," he mumbled. "But we're just gonna let Ruby rot down there?"
"That's the idea," she told him.
"Dean, what if, uh... What if Ruby's right? What if I can take out Lilith?"
The celebratory mood Dean had been in was gone with those words. They both stared at Sam until he shifted his feet. "Don't look at me like that. I don't know what Ruby meant. You know, maybe we should just go ask her."
"You wanted her knife," Bridget said and sat down at the table in the living room. "We got you the knife."
"Just listen to me for a second. Last time Lilith snapped her fingers and put thirty demons on our ass, and all we got is one little knife? I mean, like you said, we go in smart or we don't go in at all."
"None of this is smart," Dean shook his head.
"We got one shot at this, Dean. Just one. So if there's a sure-fire way then maybe we should just talk about it."
Dean turned to face his brother. "Sam. We are not gonna make the same mistake all over again."
"You keep saying that, but what do you mean?"
"Don't you see a pattern here? Dad's deal, my deal, now this? I mean every time one of us is – is – is up the creek the other is begging to sell their soul. That's all this is, man. Ruby's just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it's paved with and you know where it's going."
Dean sat at the table next to Bridget who was drawing again, more wings it looked like. He grabbed his weapons bag to clean them. Sam sat down across from them with a sigh, "What do you think is gonna happen? This is me, I can handle it."
Dean stopped with a shake of his head, "Why risk it?"
"Because you're my brother. Because you did the same thing for me…"
"And look how that's turned out," he paused clearing his throat as tears started forming in his eyes. "Sammy, all I'm saying is that you're my weak spot. You are and I'm yours."
"We're family."
"I know. And those evil sons of bitches know it too. I mean, what we'll do for each other, you know, how far we'll go? They're using it against us."
"So what? We just stop looking out for each other?" Sam asked.
"No we stop it," he took the knife out of his inner jacket. "We take this knife, and we go after Lilith our way. The way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, then, uh... then we go down swinging. What do you think?"
Bridget snorted. "I think you should have been playing Eye of the Tiger during that speech."
"I was thinking Van Halen," Sam shrugged.
"Bite me, both of you. I totally rehearsed that."
"So…Indiana, huh?" Sam asked.
"Yup…to find Lilith."
Bridget closed her drawing pad with a frown. "So what does a demon do for fun?" They looked at each other, and all had the same dark idea of what would be fun for Lilith.
"We definitely can't wait around much longer…who knows who Lilith is putting through hell…no pun intended," Bridget said and started grabbing her back, shoving her drawing book into it next to her three guns and a few knives.
"I'll load the Impala," Sam said and grabbed a duffel bag to take outside.
Bridget grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair, slipping it on over her red tank top. She contemplated changing into a pair of shorts but the jeans gave her the advantage of hiding more weapons and protecting her skin from being cut open since flying into things was a major possibility where Lilith was concerned.
"We should probably talk," Dean said, breaking the silence.
"About what?"
"You know about what?"
She played ignorant to what it was and went for other things he'd want to discuss. "You already know after all these years I get birthday gifts from M. It's nothing new, it's always happened since I was a little girl and, with the way my life is, it's nice to have something that is consistent and normal even if others find it strange."
"Not that," he said.
She slung her bag over her shoulder, "Oh, well, that whole power thing you saw in the basement has been going on for a while. But again, it's a power I've had for years and it's just been growing more lately with me working on it, just like with the drawing visions I get."
"Bridget," he cut her off. "Not that."
She could tell by the look on his face what it was he wanted to discuss and she wasn't ready to talk about it now, even with the moment coming in twenty-four hours. "Not now…"
Sam walked back in then and paused, feeling the tension between them. His eyes shifted back and forth at them. "Should I step back outside?"
"No," Bridget said at the same time Dean said "Yes."
Sam stood there unsure of what to do in the awkward moment he walked into to.
"Dean, we need to get going. We'll talk later."
"There might not be a later."
"And there won't be a later for whoever Lilith is torturing for fun if we don't leave. Now," she stared at him and after a moment he sighed.
"Fine. But we will talk about this," he said and fished his keys out of his pocket.
They trudged out of the house and Bridget got into the back seat, folding her arms over her chest and chewing on her nail. Dean turned the key in the ignition, but nothing happened. "What the hell?"
A tap on the window caused the three to jump. Bobby stood there, holding the distributor cap up so they could see it, "Where do you three think you're going without me?"
Dean opened the door and stepped out, Bridget crawling out after him to face a pissed off looking Bobby as he continued, "I saw Sam here loading up the Impala as I was approaching, thought I'd see if you'd at least call me or leave a note and you didn't."
"We got the knife," Dean said.
"Correction, I got the knife," Bridget said, pointing to the bruise on her cheek and scabbed lip.
"And you all intended to use it without me?" Bobby asked. Bridget shifted on her feet next to Sam as Dean and Bobby stared off, both looking upset. "Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you, boy?"
"No, Bobby, of course not," Sam shook his head, trying in vain to keep the peace.
"This is between Sam, Bridget and me. This isn't your fight?"
Even Bridget winced at the words. Bobby was the only family they had left, he practically raised Sam and Dean when John went on trips and Bridget usually ended up staying with Bobby when she was on a hunt. To say it wasn't his fight was an insult.
Bobby took a few steps closer to Dean. "Like hell it isn't! Family don't end with blood, boy. Besides, you need me."
"Bobby…"
"You're playing wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had?'
Bridget frowned and looked at Sam who looked equally confused. They both looked at Dean who looked apologetic. He had been hiding this from them all along. She felt an anger swirling inside her. He was keeping secrets from her and Sam. "How did you know?"
"Because that's what happens when you have hell hounds on your ass. And because I'm smart."
Dean only looked at the ground. Bridget bit at her nail some more. They did need Bobby's help. They needed all the help they could get and time wasn't on their side. Bobby nodded his head. "I'll follow." He handed Dean back the distributor cap and headed for his truck. "Don't be stopping to pee every ten minutes either."
Dean shook his head as he put the cap back on and looked at his wife and brother, both of them sighed and Bridget got back into the car without a word though he knew there was a million of them swirling in her head. For once, he only hoped he lived to hear it.
The silence in the car was almost deafening. Sam staring out the side window, Dean kept his eyes on the road, glancing in the review mirror every now and then to see Bobby still behind them a ways but to see Bridget. She never met his gaze and kept drawing in her sketchbook. She knew he was looking at her, she could feel it but she forced herself to keep drawing. Though drawing the angel in the beige trench coat was starting to get old and was definitely telling her they'd be meeting soon, she wasn't looking forward to angels. That was a whole new field best saved for a later discussion with the boys.
"Hey Dean?" Sam was first to break the silence.
"Yeah?"
He cleared his throat. "You know if this doesn't uh... this doesn't go the way we want, I want you to know –"
Dean cut him off. "No. No, no no."
"What?"
"No, you're not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, okay? And if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward. Here's what I'm gonna do," he said and fumbled around his cassette tapes, pushing one into the player. Bon Jovi started spilling into the car and she couldn't help but to snort.
"Bon Jovi, Dean?"
"He rocks on occasion," he said and turned it up. Wanted Dead or Alive started to play and Bridget shook her head and kept drawing as Sam and Dean sang it. After a moment she noticed only Sam was singing and paused, listening to the lyrics before looking up and meeting Dean's gaze at her through the mirror. The lyrics matched what he was going through exactly. He was definitely wanted and it would most likely be dead than alive. She shifted her gaze back to drawing to hide the tears that were forming in her eyes as she turned a few pages back, staring at the clock she had drawn. It was ticking and winding down to the final hours and she had a dark feeling that there was nothing she or anyone else could do to stop it.
Down the road a ways, Bridget put away her drawing pad and just stared out the window lost in thought until blue and red lights began flashing behind them. With a frown she looked over her shoulder at the cop car behind them.
"Are we being pulled over?" Sam asked.
"I've got a busted tail light," Dean said as he edged to the side of the road. "It's not like we're in a hurry or anything."
She snorted as the cop approached the window and stifled a gasp as a chill ran down her spine and her necklace vibrated slowly against her skin, just in a slow pulse as if it were warning her. She touched it, frowning deeply as she looked at the officer outside the window. "License and registration, please?"
Dean handed him the papers without looking as the cop spoke, she wasn't sure why she was still bothered by him. "Do you realize you have a tail-light out, Mr. Hagard?"
Dean looked up and she saw him freeze, his face falling into confusion for a moment as he stumbled for an answer. "Yes… yes sir. Uh… you know I've been meaning to… take care of that." He cleared his throat and Bridget saw his hand moving towards the door handle slowly. "As a matter of fact…"
Before she could blink, Dean had jerked the door open into the officer and launched himself at him. "Dean!" she shouted, crawling out of the car after him. She watched as Dean punched the officer in the face. Sam was coming around the car just as Dean pulled the knife from his belt and stabbed him. She gasped, watching the officer burn dark fire red before collapsing to the ground, a dead demon shell. Bobby had seen it all as he pulled up and jumped out of the truck, looking at the dead demon.
"How did you know?"
"I saw his face," Dean said, shaken and pale. "He had a demon face."
"I felt something was wrong," Bridget twisted at her necklace. "I just didn't know what…"
"I saw its face beneath his…" Dean repeated. "We better hide this cop car in those bushes and trees," he gestured to the dense woods on the side of the road they had pulled over on. Sam and Dean pushed the car into the woods while Bridget and Bobby moved the body into a deep trench.
"So now you see demons?" Sam asked, moving back to the Impala.
"I've seen all kinds of things lately but... nothing like this."
"Actually, it's not crazy…" Bobby said, wiping his hands on his pants as they stood in front of the car, back on the road.
"How is it not crazy?" Dean asked, exasperated by everything that was going on. First dreams of hell hounds and now this. Having to go to hell was torture enough to know but the prelude was almost as bad as knowing what was going to happen.
The old man shrugged, "Well you've got just over five hours to go? You're piercing the veil, Dean. You're glimpsing the B side."
Dean blinked a few times, "A little less new agey, please?"
Bobby rolled his eyes at him, "You're almost hell's bitch. So, you can see hell's other bitches."
Dean stared at him a moment then nodded. "Thank you."
"Well, this could come in handy," Sam said and all three of them stared at him as if he had grown a second head. "Lilith's probably got demons stashed all over town. We can't let them sound the alarm. If she knows we're here, we're dead before we're started."
Dean threw his hands up in the air. "Well, this is a terrific plan. I'm excited to be a part of it. Can we go, please." He was already getting into the car, waiting for the others. "We just need to figure out exactly where we need to go…"
Bridget frowned for a minute and grabbed her sketchbook, flipping through the pages until she felt the need to stop and looked at the drawing of a house with a for sale sign posted in the lawn. In the window of the drawing she saw someone standing with binoculars, looking at out. Her eyes moved up to the address number on the house and the listing on the sale sign. She leaned forward and held out the sketch pad. "I think I know exactly where we have to go."
Dean looked at the drawing and smiled. "Baby, you are brilliant!"
"Don't I know it."
"Least it's not a drawing of a monster or anything this time," Sam said with some relief. He started flipping through the pages and she grabbed it from him before he could see the drawings of the angel or the drawings of Dracula, she didn't want to freak them out over things to come just yet and the Dracula drawing was still puzzling her.
"Let's not look anymore into the future just yet. Plus this may not be of a monster but it sure the hell is meant to help us find one," she said and all three sunk into silence, knowing what kind of monster Lilith could be.
Bridget turned away from the window as Lilith snapped the old man's neck. She knew it was Lilith, that sinister look in her eyes confirmed it with the steady pulse of her necklace. Her brother and Will would cause her necklace to pulse with Lilith only across the street. They hated her as much as Bridget did. She had been there the night her brother and his family died and was in a way responsible for their deaths, but she had killed Will directly and Bridget held a very personal motivated loathing towards this particular demon.
Dean put his binoculars down with a deep breath. "It's the little girl. Her face is awful."
"I think we knew it was her the minute she snapped grandpa's neck," Bridget said, wiping at her face. Lilith would take the body of a child to make this harder, but if she could beat the crap out of Sam when he was possessed then she could do the same. The little girl was long gone by now even if they managed to get Lilith out, the odds were she'd die.
Sam nods, "Alright then, let's go. We're wasting time." He started walking past Bobby and Dean stopped them.
"Wait!"
Sam turned around. "For what? For her to kill the rest of them?"
"Yes and us too if we're not careful. Look. See the real go-getter mailman on the clock at nine PM?" he pointed out the window at a mail truck and then at another man in a sweater vest, "And Mr. Rogers over there? They're all demons."
Bobby cursed under his breath and Bridget couldn't blame her necklace for the continue pulse. No wonder it was so adamant with her about danger, they were surrounded by demons.
It didn't seem to deter Sam. "Okay, fine. We - we ninja past those guys and sneak in."
Bridget just stared at him. "Really? That's your plan. Sneak past demons and choke out a little girl?"
"Look I know my plan sucks."
"You think?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised.
"This isn't just about saving you, Dean. This is about saving everybody."
Bobby nodded his agreement, arms folded over his chest. "She's gotta be stopped."
Bridget and Dean both seemed to deflate with the realization there was no other way to get the job done. She looked at Dean before looking out the window with a deep sigh. "Okay…what do you want me to do?"
Bridget stood close to Sam, hoping this would work, that the demons would fall for the trick thinking they had them caught but not realizing it was part of the plan. Dean suddenly rounded the corner and moved the side quickly next to Bridget, which was Sam's cue to move around the corner Dean had just turned with the dagger sticking out. Sure enough, the mailman ran right into it and Bridget was quick to snake her arm around his neck, hand covering his mouth as they brought him down in an igniting light of pink and purple before the body went limp. Sam yanked the knife out, "You sure you got this?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"I can do it for you," he told her.
She gave him a look, "Really, I think I can handle a demon."
"I don't like you being bait," Dean shook his head.
"I can handle my own. Plus we don't have time to argue your sexist views, let's get this done." She stood up before he could argue with her any further and was heading towards the next door neighbor's yard where the Mr. Rogers wannabe still sat on his porch. She looked back over her shoulder to see Dean giving her a nod, Sam already in place on the other side of the porch. Bridget took a deep breath and let it out slowly, inching towards the side of the porch. Purposefully she stepped on a branches sticking out of the bush near here, hoping to gain his attention as she slowly rounded the corner of the porch. What she wasn't ready for was being grabbed by Rogers by her shoulders and pulled over the railing and held down by his full weight on her legs and chest as his black eyes stared into hers with a twisted grin.
"You," he hissed.
"Yeah," she managed to say through the weight. "Me."
"I'll enjoy killing you to get at him," he cackled and his hand went to her neck, cutting off her air. Her necklace started to buzz and glow at her panic and inability to breathe. The buzzing intensified, mixing with the power inside her and she let it loose, pushing at him with it and sending him flying backwards onto his back just in time for Sam to drive the dagger into his stomach.
She sat up, rubbing at her neck with a dry cough. "Took you long enough."
Dean was at her side helping her up and looking at her neck, "You okay?"
"Yeah, necklace had me covered," she said with a nod, getting to her feet. "Bastard knew me. Said he wanted to kill me to get at him but didn't say who he was."
Dean helped Sam drag the body inside then came back out. "Well, we are pretty popular in their world and they would want to kill you to get at me or Sam."
She nodded, but the frown stayed on her face. It seemed like the demon meant something more by it. Before she could think of it any further, Dean was taking off around the corner. Her necklace pulsed again and she grabbed at it. That usually meant trouble was near. She swore under her breath and took off after him, Sam right behind her as they rounded the corner and saw Ruby holding Dean to the fence, making her blood boil and the necklace pulse harder as if agreeing with her disdain.
"He doesn't have the knife," Sam told her, approaching her slowly.
Ruby's head jerked to them, seeing her knife in Sam's hand.
"How the hell did you get out?" Bridget seethed, hating her almost as much as Lilith.
"What you don't know about me could fill a book."
Bridget made a sarcastic noise, "A pop up book."
Dean winced as he looked at Ruby's face, gaining her attention again. "Whoa…"
"What?" she asked him.
"Never really looked at your face before but…you are one ugly broad."
She rolled her eyes and held her hand out to Sam, beckoning him with her fingers. "Sam, give me the knife before you hurt yourself."
"You'll get it back when this is over," he promised her.
She huffed, giving him a look. "It's already over. I gave you a way to save Dean, you shot me down. Now it's too late. He's dead. And I'm not gonna let you die too."
"Try and stop and us and I'll kill you bitch," Bridget sneered, taking a stance. She was ready for another round with Ruby and this time she wouldn't have to hold back to distract her. She was sure she could best her in a fight, especially with the energy she felt humming through her blood.
"Hit me with your best shot, sweet heart," Ruby smiled back.
Bridget's eyes narrowed and she took a step forward towards Ruby. Only Sam grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her back stopped her as Dean put an arm out in front of Ruby to hold her back. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean warned. "As much as I'd love to watch my babe kick your ugly demon ass, we got bigger fish to fry."
"Pfft…she wishes," Ruby said looking Bridget up and down.
Bridget felt something in her snap with that look and released a jolt of the energy that was building in her. It hit Ruby with force and sent her staggering backwards onto her ass, eyes wide. Sam snorted behind her, finally letting go of her shoulders as Dean glanced at Ruby and back at Bridget impressed. "Nice shot, save it for later though…we may need it…" he said and gestured for them to follow.
Two men were standing on the porch to the house, blocking the way in. Dean sighed and glanced at the three of them. Ruby had decided to stay, wanting the dagger back badly enough to risk Lilith's wrath. Bridget made sure to stand on the other side of Sam. It was the only way to guarantee she wouldn't try to kill Ruby. She was trying to come up with a plan when the two men suddenly turned and looked directly at them.
"Oh shit," she mumbled as their eyes turned black.
"Looks like the element of surprise is out the window," Dean mumbled.
Sam pushed at her. "Go! Go! Run!"
They sprinted to the house and Sam started picking at the lock. Bridget turned to look over her shoulder as now, not just the two men were coming towards them, but so were four other demon possessed people. "Sam hurry!" she hissed.
"I'm trying!" he snapped back, hands shaking as the anxiety and adrenaline of the day was getting to him.
"What the hell is taking Bobby so long?" Dean hissed knowing the trucker was supposed to be putting holy water into the water supply.
Bridget looked to see the six demons crossing the lawn only a minute away from reaching them and more were crossing the street to get to them. They'd be dead before Bobby got the sprinklers on if she didn't do something. She only hoped it would work. She closed her eyes, hoping the power she had in her wouldn't let her down as it had when she tried before. She was able to move things more easily, but calling on the energy on her own free will wasn't something she practiced much yet and she never knew if Will and Derek's energy would come through or not through her necklace. She held her hands up, palms out and took a deep breath forcing the energy into a ball. She felt it move up her arms as she had wanted it to and as she had felt it do so many times before in her state of panic. Her necklace pulsed against her reassuringly and she felt it energize. She let the breath out, forcing the power with it. The wave of energy lashed out in a bright light, sending the demons flying back, but this time it burnt them. She could see the smoke rising from their skin as they got to their hands and knees and it made the others coming closer pause.
"Whoa…" she mumbled and looked at Dean who looked as shocked as she did. Before either of them could say anything, the sprinklers came on and the demons were screaming as the holy water tainted sprinklers burned them, creating a barrier around the house. Sam managed to get the door open then. Bridget moved in after him and stopped in her tracks with a gasp. An elderly man lay on the floor, sprawled on his back, his neck clearly broken and his eyes lifeless. Dean closed the door behind them and she felt him pause near her, seeing the man.
"You think Lilith knows we're here?" he asked, staring at the body.
"More than likely," Ruby nodded.
"Let's get this over with," Bridget let out a breath, moving around the body towards the hallway. She paused in the hall, hearing a creak from the cabinet to her right causing her to tense as she turned to the noise. She glanced at Dean, nodding towards the cabinet and he nodded back, moving slowly next to it, reaching a hand out towards the door. He yanked it open and grabbed the person in there, putting his hand over the man's mouth whose eyes were wide in fear and shock. She was guessing he was the father of the little girl Lilith now occupied.
Dean put a finger to his lips. "We're here to help, okay? I'm gonna move my hand and we're going to talk nicely, okay?"
He nodded his head and Dean removed his hand.
"Where's your daughter, sir?" Bridget asked him.
"She's not my daughter anymore," he let out a whimper.
"I know, where is she?"
He glanced down the hall at the staircase. "Upstairs. In her room."
Dean nodded, "Okay, okay, okay. Listen to me. I want you to go downstairs to the basement. Put a line of salt at the door behind you. Do you understand me?"
"Not without my wife," he said with a shake of his head.
"Where's your wife?"
"Upstairs with her."
"Okay, we'll get her but you need to go without her."
"No," he said forcefully,
Dean sighed, "I don't have time for this." He punched the man in the face, knocking him out and putting him over his shoulder.
Bridget nodded her head, "That's one way to do it."
"I'll go take care of him, you guys go upstairs."
"I should go with you," Bridget said.
He shook his head, "They'll need your help and mojo to deal with Lilith."
She didn't argue with him, just nodded her head with a sigh. "Fine. Be careful."
He gave her a quick kiss, "You too."
She watched him go down the hall in the other direction and followed Sam up the stairs towards the room at the end of the hall. The light was on, she could see the door glowing under from the light within. Slowly, Bridget pushed it open and stepped inside. The bed was draped with a thin material but two people could be seen on the bed. She reached her hand out, pulling the curtain back. The mother lay there, breathing as slow as she could with the little girl sleeping next to her. Her eyes were wide with fear but Bridget could see relief in her eyes at the sight of Sam and the knife he brandished in his hand.
"Do it," she whispered as quietly as she could as Lilith nuzzled deeper next to her.
Bridget bit her lip, this was going to be difficult to do. Lilith wasn't in a full grown body, she was in a little girl and killing Lilith meant killing this little girl. She touched her necklace and found it odd it wasn't reacting to her in any sort of way. Usually with Lilith around her necklace would be vibrating against her to warn her.
Sam raised the knife as the woman whispered, "Do it."
Lilith moved in her sleep more, in the process of waking up causing her mother to panic more as Sam gripped the knife lifting it up, still unsure. "Do it! Do it!"
Bridget gasped suddenly as Sam was about to bring the knife down and reached up to grab his arm as it dawned on her, "Wait!"
Dean's arm shot out and grabbed Sam as he had reentered the room and saw the little girl's face, stopping him. "No! It's not her!"
"What?" Sam asked confused as the little girl woke up started and saw Sam with the knife and started panicking in fear, looking up at her Mom. "Mommy, what's going on?"
"My necklace, it wasn't reacting to her…Lilith is gone," Bridget told him.
He looked at Dean who nodded, "Her face is normal."
The mother looked up at them for confirmation and Bridget nodded, "It's your daughter."
She cried with relief, holding her close. "Mommy's here."
Bridget looked at her watch and her heart sunk. "We need to hurry and get them downstairs."
Dean nodded and ushered the mother and daughter out of the room and down the stairs, "No matter what you hear, you stay in the basement with your husband, okay?" he told them.
The mother nodded, carrying her daughter close to her. "Thank you…I can't say it enough."
He nodded his head, "Just stay in the basement. I'll take you in there and seal it from the outside."
Bridget sighed, rubbing a hand over her face, trying to ease the uneasy feeling in her stomach as this night just became worse. She touched at her necklace and thought it felt warmer than it had upstairs or was it just her imagination? Lilith was gone, no longer in the girl.
"Hate to say I told you so," Ruby said.
Bridget glared at her, "Then don't say it. Don't go there because you won't like me much."
Ruby looked at her and Bridget felt a shiver move down her spine and looked away, unsure of what to make of the feeling. Sam shook his head at Ruby, "Where is she?"
"I don't know," she shrugged her shoulders and they moved into the living room. Bridget looked up at the grandfather clock and froze. She had drawn that same clock. It was in her sketchbook. In her drawing it showed midnight. Here it was ten minutes till. A cold dread washed over her…her drawings were never wrong.
Sam was still talking, not noticing the frozen look on Bridget's face at the clock in his own panic and shortage of time. "Could she have gotten past the sprinklers?"
Ruby snorted. "Her pay grade, she's not sweating the holy water."
Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Okay. You win. What do I need to do?"
"What do you mean?" she frowned.
"To save Dean," he said just as his brother came into the room. Dean shook his head and grabbed Sam's arm.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean demanded.
Sam shook loose of his grip, a fire in his eyes from his anger and determination to still try and solve this. It made Bridget's heart break. There was no hope yet Sam was still clinging to something, anything he could even though she knew it was too late. Her drawing had shown midnight and it was almost that time.
Ruby shook her head, "I needed time. There is none."
Sam wasn't having it, "Well, there's gotta be something. There's gotta be some way, whatever it is, I'll do it."
Dean grabbed his arm again and Sam wretched away. "No!" he shouted. "I'm not letting you go to hell."
"Yes you are!" Dean yelled back and Sam's shoulders slumped, defeated at last as Dean spoke softer, hand on his shoulder. "Yes you are… I'm sorry. I mean this is all my fault, I know that. But what you're doing, it's not gonna save me. It's only gonna kill you…and I can't let that happen."
"So…we just stand back and watch?" Bridget said monotone.
Dean sighed heavily. "I would do anything to stay here with you…but I can't…I'm so sorry I never told you sooner, Bridge."
She moved towards Dean, arms going around him to hide her tears. "I wouldn't trade a day of it. I'm sorry we couldn't fix this…I'm sorry…"
"Then what do I do?" Sam asked angrily in tears. "What do we do?" he looked towards Bridget.
"Keep fighting. And take care of my wheels…and my girl," he added softly on a sad note and Bridget clung to him tighter. "Remember what I taught you."
The clock started chiming and Bridget gasped, pulling away to look at it. Her drawing was staring back at her as her prediction manifested. The hands were both on twelve as it chimed and her necklace started to get warmer, vibrating on her chest.
"I'm sorry, Dean," Ruby said almost looking sad. "I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy."
"Hellhound…" Dean said staring at something Bridget couldn't see. There was nothing in the room but she knew they were there.
"Where…"
Dean pointed towards a corner, "There."
"Run…" Bridget said quietly and started backing up. They all bolted towards the other room, slamming the doors shut behind them. Bridget leaned heavily against one door while Ruby held the other as something big hit it from the other side. She couldn't see them, but she was certainly feeling their presence at the moment. Dean hurried back over with a bag of goofer dust and spread it at the bottom of the door. The pounding suddenly stopped and Bridget backed away breathing heavily. She touched her necklace. It was still warm and vibrating…but the dogs weren't near them at the moment…yet the necklace was going crazy. Derek and Will were trying to warn her of something bigger.
"Hurry, give me the dagger," Ruby said to Sam, holding out her hand.
"What?" he asked puzzled.
"Come on! The dust won't last forever," she demanded.
Bridget's frown deepened as she looked up from her necklace at Ruby…her necklace warmed against her and vibrated as she looked at Ruby and Sam about to hand her the dagger. "Wait!" she shouted and Sam froze to look at her just as Dean figured it out.
"Ruby isn't Ruby!"
"It's not her!" Bridget shouted.
Ruby smiled and flung her hand towards them. Bridget hit the wall next to Sam, unable to move. She turned to Dean and flung him to the table, pinning him on top of it. "How long have you been in her?"
"Not long…thought Bridget might have figured it out…lucky for me she was preoccupied," she smiled coyly, walking back over to the wall where she was pinned. Lilith grinned at Bridget. "Sweet Bridget…how I've missed you," she trailed a finger down Bridget's face. She jerked away from her and spat, the glob hit her cheek.
"Don't you dare touch me, bitch," she growled at her.
Lilith wiped it from her face in anger then smiled. "No matter. I get to take another lover from you, just like old times."
"And I will kick your ass again one day, just like old times," Bridget promised her.
"We'll see," she turned to Sam. "Hello Sam…been awhile…" she grabbed his face and kissed him. "Your lips are soft…no wonder you got Bridget and Ruby all bothered…"
"Where is Ruby?" he asked her, face twisted in disgust from the kiss.
"She was a bad girl so I sent her far away," she shrugged. "She was trying to ruin my bargain."
Dean spoke from the table. "So, is this your big plan, huh? Drag me to hell. Kill Sam and Bridget. And then what? Become queen bitch?"
"I don't have to answer to puppy chow," she snorted and looked around the room. "Sic him boys…"
Bridget watched wide eyed and breathless as the doors swung open violently and something dragged Dean off the table as he yelled in pain. "No!"
"Stop. Please!" Sam begged, trying to move but he couldn't. He was frozen.
"No! Please! No!" Bridget cried in fear as she saw blood flying through the air as Dean was being slashed apart. She was panting in her efforts to break loose from Lilith's hold. Her necklace was still beginning to pulse against her now, not vibrating in warning as earlier and she felt that familiar warmth starting to fill her and spread from her chest. "No!"
"Yes…" Lilith grinned and turned to face her and Sam. "None of you will ever be a problem again." She held up a hand at each of them sending a bolt of lightning. Bridget gasped and a bright light shot from her, absorbing the lightning from ever hitting either of them. It dissolved in the air, clashing with her light, never touching Sam or her and Lilith's smile faded as both of them were suddenly able to move. Sam lunged at her with the knife in hand but the demon decided to leave her body just then in a burst of darkness, and the body collapsed to the ground, empty.
Bridget hardly took notice to any of it. The room could fall apart and she wouldn't notice, not with Dean's body lying a few feet from her. She dragged herself over to Dean, his eyes were blank staring at nothing, he was gone. "Dean…no…" she cried, seeing the blood and the blank empty stare on his face. "No, no, no…Dean, no." The tears came freely with the sobs that racked her body as she buried her face in his shoulder, clutching at his bloody shirt. "No, no, no…"
She felt a hand on her shoulder pulling her up and found she didn't have the strength to fight it, moving into Sam's arm and clutching him. He was all she had left of the Winchester's, of the life she knew and she wasn't going to let that go or lose any more of it. They would find a way to keep going, to keep fighting and live on like Dean had wanted them to…but that would be tomorrow…tonight they sat there next to Dean's body and cried together, unaware that in the depths of hell he was calling to them from the barbed wires that held him in his torture. Unaware that everything was about to change for all of them.