Jody came down the stairs. She was dressed in a soft cream robe and his hair was messily sticking up all over the place. The clock read around seven thirty. She walked out the island in the centre of the kitchen to the coffee machine on the counter, pleased to find it full of hot, warm caffeine. "Thanks boys," she mumbled. Alex and Claire both hated coffee so they never learned how to make it.
She poured some into a mug, added cashew milk and a sugar, before she saw the purple notes. Crossing the small room, she could see that that had been folded up but there was a corner of writing peaking out. She picked it up and unfolded it.
Sam's note was more of an instruction book for what will happen if he died fighting Amara. Make sure Dean's okay. Dean this Dean that. Typical.
She reached for the other note, presumably Dean's which she expected to have the same information. Take care of Sammy. But to her surprise there was more to it.
Jody,
Thank you for everything you have ever done for us. I don't have a way with words like Sam does but listen, I'm not expecting to survive this one. Amara has a hold on me and it's strong, I'm powerless against her. Please though, when or if I die, call Sammy once and awhile but never drag him back into the life. Tell him to get out, take the weapons. Hell, destroy the Impala, just make him get out. I once told him that my happy ending was him growing old, having a wife, children and grandchildren. Don't let him deny me of that.
On a different note, Cas. If we succeed in getting him back, we will drop by immediately but not for long. Jody, I do have feelings for him: it's terrifying but exhilarating. Sometimes I don't know what to do. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. He's an angel, and a guy.
Okay, clear the water, I've known I was bi for years. I have scars on my back from my father when he found out, they're okay now but it's a reminder that dad hated me for it. I'm scared of this but I want it, I want Cas. If he dies, I don't know what I'd do, how I'd explain to Claire. She loves him Jody, like a father but you probably know that. They have a bond, not the strongest, but a bond none the less. He used her as a vessel when she was small, he might have left Grace inside her. I don't know if that's how it works but I think so. The only reason I can even write this is because I'm not expecting to ever see you again unless we meet in Hell, because that's where I'm headed. But I won't see you, because you deserve Heaven.
I'm off topic, told you I didn't have a way with words. Thank you again Jody.
-Dean Winchester
"Oh God," she murmured. "Oh God." The boys were walking into a death machine, and neither of them gave a damn about what would happen to themselves.
"Jody?" Alex came walking down into the kitchen. "What's up?"
Wordlessly, Jody handed her the papers. Alex read them quickly, and when she finished she folded them back up.
"I'm telling Claire," she said.
"No. Alex-" Dean and Sam wouldn't want me to show either of you.
"Hey Jody, I don't know if you've realized but Cas is wearing her dad as a meat suit and these Winchesters, they've saved her, they've saved Cas. She loves them. She needs to know. You owe her it." Alex's eyes were slits, anger burned in them.
When did you decide to care this much about Claire? "Okay," Jody sighed. "Go ahead."
"Thanks," she said shortly. "CLAIRE!" she hollered.
There was a thud upstairs. "WHAT THE HELL ALEX?"
"Oh be quiet, both of you, you'll wake the dead," Jody said loudly.
"I'm sure that's already happened in the Winchesters case," Claire said, skidding down the stairs. Her blonde hair was mussed from sleep and the handle of a knife poked out of the waistline of her sweat paints.
"Here," Alex said, holding out the notes. "They left this morning."
Claire slowly took the sticky notes. Her eyes scanned the first one- Sam's- but trailed slowly down Dean's, taking in every word about Cas. "Shit," she swore.
"Claire!" Jody reprimanded. "Don't say that!"
"I can't believe it," Claire mumbled. "Dammit."
"Hey. It's alright," Alex said.
Claire glared at her before slumping against her 'sisters' shoulder. "I knew it. I knew he loved Cas."
"Really? That's it?" Jody snapped.
"Hell, the worlds ending. It's only a matter of time before either Michael gets out of Amara destroys us. There is no God! Dean can't hold her off, Sam won't approach Lucifer with a ten foot pole. Cas is rotting inside the Devil. The most I can do is get excited and upset about a tragic romance."
"The world isn't going to end."
Claire snorted. "Have a few beers and say the same thing. You know it's true."
Jody looked affronted. "Do not-"
"Don't tell me what to do, you might love me like one but you are not my mother."
Jody recoiled. "Young lady-" she started angrily.
"SHUT UP!" Alex screamed.
"Alex Annie-" Jody started.
"NO SERIOUSLY, I HEAR SOMETHING."
Everybody froze. A soft whistle had settled around them, it grew into a high-pitched noise, earsplittingly loud. It consumed the room, windows shattered, the TV and radio switched on and off, static adding to the noises. Jody dropped to her knees as the nearest window blew out. The picture frame exploded and Alex dropped to cover Clair, shielding her with her own body. Blood ran from Claire's ripped cheek and Alex's arms.
"It's okay, it's okay," Alex whispered as Jody crawled over to them, wrapping her arms around her girls. "It's okay." We're going to die.
Suddenly the noise stopped as a crash was heard outside. "What was that?" Claire whimpered against her will.
"Shh," Jody said. "I'm gonna check. Stay here, call the boys if I'm not back in ten minutes. Don't come outside no matter what and I come in and seem different you shoot to wound, do your tests and kill me if you need. You know where the holy water is?"
Alex nodded, her arms wrapped around Claire. "Good luck Jody," she whispered.
"Be safe," Claire added, moving closer to Alex as the cold air penetrated the rooms.
"Actually go together and salt the doors and windows, have your exorcism playing and be back in five to meet me."
"Alright," they said together. Claire stood up shakily and pulled out her phone. Sam's voice emitted from it, steady and strong.
"Exortimus omus te..."
"Be safe," Jody said, kissing Alex and Claire's foreheads. "In case I don't get back."
Claire wanted to shout. Don't say that, you have to come back. You will, I know it. But this was too dangerous a game for such petty words. "Let's go," she murmured in a low voice. She reset the recording and they went off.
Jody watched them go. She heart pounded as she stepped out the door, a flask of holy water and a rock salt gun she had by the door was all she had. "Hello?" she called.
In the dim morning light she saw a figure standing by a tree. He was lithe, shorter than Sam or Dean, maybe five eight. She crept out of the house, knowing full well that if this man was a demon she would be dead unless her reflexes were superhuman.
"Jody Mills," said the man in a humorous voice. He turned, eyes whiskey gold and gleaming.
She raised the gun. "Who are you?" Her finger tightened on the trigger.
As if sensing the oncoming attack, the man lazily waved his hand and the gun burst into flame. With a startled yelp, Jody dropped it. "The hell?" she said.
The man flicked his wrist again and a table laden with holy water, silver, anything imaginable was there. He opened his arms wide. "Go ahead. Do your tests."
Jody circled him, poked and splashed him with everything on the table. Nothing happened. When she injected him with holy water he didn't even flinch.
"Done?" he asked. "It's been, oh, five minutes. Might want to call your girls."
Jody stiffened. "If you so much as lay a finger on them-"
The man laughed, with a snap the table disappeared and a pile of rope took its place. "You'll kill me," he finished. "I know." He sat back against a tree. "Tie me up."
Jody inspected the rope. There were silver strands woven into it and tiny markings of Demon Traps. She reached for her flask and doused it in holy water. With definite finality, she bound the man and let out a call, "Claire, Alex! Its okay!"
Two faces appeared in the door way. Claire was clutching the rock salt gun and her phone which was still playing the recording. Alex had a half empty bag of salt and a liter of holy water. "Jody?" Claire called. "Who the hell is that?"
Jody snorted. "More like 'what the hell'."
"Not a demon?"
"Nope. Now come here, do your tests on me."
"Do the same on us after," Alex said.
When they reached Jody, Alex splashed her with Holy Water. Jody sighed, her hair plastered to her face.
"Sorry," Alex said, smirking.
Claire pulled the silver knife from her waist band. "Sorry Jody," she said apologetically. She ran the knife over Jody's forearm, carful not to cut deep.
"No, it's fine. You need to learn this," Jody replied. "Got the doors and windows?"
"Yup. Our turn," Claire said, handing Jody the knife.
Once she was sure that Alex and Claire were human (or as human as teenagers can be) she turned back to the creature tied to the tree. "What are you?" she said simply, not expecting an answer. "Please."
"Polite."
"Call the boys," she told Alex without turning around.
"Got it," Alex replied. "Claire, get your phone."
Claire took off towards the house. Jody watched her go before turning back. "What are you?" she repeated.
The creature smiled and wiggled his eyes brows. "I'm assuming these boys are the Winchesters? Could I speak to them?"
"You tell me who and what you are first," Alex said angrily.
Jody glanced at her sharply. "Stay out of this."
"No! I'm a part of this world too," Alex argued. "I lived with damn vamps! For years!"
Jody couldn't argue with that. Relief flooded her stomach as Claire came out, talking quietly on the phone. "They picked up?" Jody called.
"Yeah."
The creature squirmed. "The Winchesters know me, let me speak to them."
"Shut up," Alex and Jody said together.
"Give me the phone," Jody added. Claire handed it to her. "Hey Sam, Dean."
"Hey Jody," Sam said. He sounded tired.
"So we have something here. I don't know what he or it is but he said he knows you."
"Put it on with us. Dean, C'mere."
"Hey Jody," came Dean's voice, echoing his brothers earlier statement. "Hand us over on speaker."
"Done," Jody said. "Hey," she nudged the creature. "I'm holding it, talk."
The creature smiled charmingly. "Sam, Dean," it said. "Remember me?"
"...did we kill your family?" Dean asked.
"Well let's see. You have killed a number of them, one of my brothers is locked up in your half brother downstairs, another of my big brothers are out and about in my little brothers body because he felt like he needed to prove himself you idiots. Side note: if you still don't remember me, does the world 'Tuesday' ring a bell Sam?"
There was absolute silence on the other end. Not even the impala made noise. Then Sam's cautious voice came out of the speakers. "Gabriel?"
AN: Gabe's back! Chuck, I love him. Btw I don't think I'm gonna have a lot of Chuck/God in this fic bc I don't want to have to write such a powerful character. Sorry, he might come in eventually. Thanks for reading! I really appreciate it, please leave a review on what you want to happen later!
