Hello guys! New chapter! I stayed up all night to finish this, so, you're welcome!
Hehe no but seriously the reason I stayed up all night is because my brother is a little shit and demanded that I make him a sandwich this morning, so I waited until he fell asleep before going in and waking him and asking him if he wanted it yet. This started at 4:30 and I woke him up every hour until 8:00. I'm evil, I know. He finally said he didn't want it so I left him alone. I saw the sunrise this morning! It was beautiful at my house! Perfect parts clouds and sky:D
Um, Supernatural episode Good God, Y'all. One part this time. Usually they're in two parts, but, eh, well, ya know. Next chappie will be mostly original and is something I've been waiting to write for a while!
Please review! Reviews make me motivated to write more!
Chapter Two: Reacquainting
Bobby is killing me. Killing me. It hurts to see him like this, dejectedly staring out the window in his wheelchair. It's been three days, and I don't know what to do. Maybe distracting him?
"Uncle Bobby?" I call softly, walking into his hospital room with a chessboard and a plastic bag of chess pieces clutched to my chest.
"Yeah, kid?" he asks, still looking out the window.
"Will you play a game of chess with me?"
"Uh, maybe later, kid."
Damn. I sit down in one of the plastic chairs leaning against the wall.
"Cell phone, Cas? Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?" I hear Dean ask.
"Hi, Cassie!" I call.
"Hello, Cara. You're hidden from angels now- all angels. I won't be able to simply-"
"Enough foreplay," Bobby snaps. "Get over here and lay your damn hands on." When nobody moves, he glares over his shoulder. "Get healing. Now."
"I can't," Castiel admits.
"Say again?" he asks threateningly, turning his chair around to better glare at the angel.
"I'm cut off from heaven, and much of heaven's power. Certain things I can do. Certain things I can't."
"You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life?"
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah, shove it up your ass." And with that, Bobby turns to look out the window again.
"At least he's talking now," Dean quips.
"I heard that," Bobby snaps.
"He talks to me," I point out.
"Yeah, well, that's 'cause you're his favourite," Dean says.
"Pshh, I'm everyone's favourite," I wink, and he rolls his eyes at me.
"I don't have much time; we need to talk," Cassie says, walking back over to Dean and Sam. "Your plan to kill Lucifer."
"Yeah. You want to help?" Dean asks the angel.
"No. It's foolish. It can't be done."
"Oh, well, thanks for the support," my human says sarcastically.
"Cassie, my boys can do anythin' they set their minds to," I point out.
"But I believe I have the solution," the angel continues anyway. "There is someone besides Michael strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the apocalypse."
"Who's that?" Sam asks.
"The one who resurrected me and called Cara's ship to your rescue. The one who began everything. God. I'm gonna find God."
Dean turns around to shut the door, and Sam sits down next to me in the chairs of death.
"God?"
"Yes."
"God."
"Yes. He isn't in Heaven. He has to be somewhere."
"Try New Mexico. I hear he's on a tortilla."
"Dean," I rebuke.
"No, he's not on any flatbread," Cas says as the sarcasm flies right above and over his head.
"Listen, chuckles, even if there is a god, he is either dead -and that's the generous theory-"
"He is out there, Dean."
"-or, he's up and kicking and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us. I mean, look around you, man. The world is in the toilet! We are literally at the end of days, here, and he's off somewhere drinking booze out of a coconut. All right?"
"Enough," Cas snaps. "This is not a theological issue, it's strategic. With God's help, we can win."
"It's a pipe dream, Cas."
"Dean," I warn.
"I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world-"
"Enough!" I snap, standing in between the two with one hand on each chest. "Bloody hell, too much testosterone in here. Now, both of you, keep your bloomin' opinions to yourselves. Understand?"
"Yeah," Dean concedes, and Cassie nods once.
"You didn't drop in just to tear us a new hole or get yelled at by Hazel. What is it you want?" Bobby interrupts.
"I did come for something. An amulet," Castiel confirms.
"An amulet? What kind?"
"Very rare. Very powerful. It burns hot in God's presence. It'll help me find him."
"What, like a God EMF?" Sam wonders.
Cas nods.
"Well, I don't know what you're talking about. I got nothing like that," Bobby tells him.
"All I've got is my TARDIS key an' the locket Dean gave me," I pull the two chains out of my top. The locket Dean gave me for Christmas lays comfortably in between my breasts, and the key reaches my navel. I never take them off.
"I know. You don't." Castiel looks at Dean's amulet and back at his face.
"What, this?" Dean pulls it out of his shirt.
"May I borrow it?"
"No."
"Dean. Give it to me."
Dean thinks it over for a few moments, then acquiesces.
"Alright, I guess." He takes it off and holds it out for Cas to take, but pulls it back when the angel reaches for it. "Don't lose it," he stresses each word before allowing Cas to take it. "Oh, great, now I feel naked."
"I'll be in touch," Castiel promises, and disappears.
"When you find God, tell him to send legs!" Bobby shouts.
"Hey, Bobby, your mobile's going off," I rifle through his overnight bag and hand him the ringing device.
"Hello? I can't hear you. Where are you? Colora-Colorado? River Pass, Colorado? Rufus? You there? Ruf-Rufus? Balls," Bobby swears, hanging up the phone.
I may or may not have inadvertently annoyed the shit out of my boys by listening to 'Elastic Heart' by Sia repeatedly (trying to memorize the lyrics because I think I may have fallen in love with it) while driving to River Pass, Colorado. Seriously, only song that played from my phone was 'Elastic Heart'. I like the lyrics, and I like the beat and overall sound of it. But, apparently my piece-of-shit earbuds leak sound, so they heard the song a thousand times, too. Meh, not my problem.
The car comes to a slow stop and I open my eyes to look out the wind shield.
"Damn, who blew up the road?" I ask, climbing out of the car to look down through the gaping hole. "Is that the only one in?"
Dean walks towards the edge and kicks a rock through.
"Only road in or out," he confirms.
"No signal, either," Sam informs as his primitive cell phone beeps.
"Rufus was right. Demons got this place locked down."
"Looks like we're hiking in."
"Unless, Hazel, your vortex-whatever working?" Dean asks, looking at me.
"Nope. Gotta get the damn thing fixed," I answer.
"And the hits just keep on coming."
He walks back to pop the trunk so we can load ourselves up with weapons and ammunition.
Holy wow, it's a ghost town. There's nothing. Cars are overturned or left running. There's no one out or in shops as far as I can see. Sprinklers are left on. We're on high alert. There's no one in the overturned car far as I can tell. I crunch through the glass and continue down the road with my boys on either side of me and a sawed-off in my hands.
Sam walks over to a car playing 'Spirit in the Sky' and switches off the engine, and we continue on our way. Dean whistles when he sees a red Mustang, and I fondly roll my eyes. There's a sparking wire hanging from a building and blood on the ground.
A gun cocks behind us and I whirl around, gun raised.
"Ellen?" Sam asks, confused.
"Hello, boys. And Hazel," she greets, gun still trained.
"Hullo, Ellen," I lower my weapon, and she does the same.
"Ellen, what the hell's going on here?" Dean asks before she splashes us all with holy water.
"Ew, horse piss," I groan, spitting it out and wipe the taste off my tongue as Ellen aims at us again.
"We're us," Dean says simply, and she lowers her weapon again. Ellen leads us down the street into a different building with a devil's trap and salt in the doorway.
"Glad to see you again, kids," she says as we walk down a set of stairs.
"Wha's goin' on?" I ask her.
"More than I can handle alone."
"How many demons are there?" Sam asks.
"Pretty much whole town, minus the dead people and these guys. So... this is it, right? End times?" she turns around to look at us. "It's gotta be."
"Seems like it."
She turns back around and knocks on the door. "It's me," Ellen says. Someone peeks through a carved peephole before opening the door. A man answers and lets us in. In what looks to be like a room of a church, there are thirteen men and women, but it looks like only a handful of them can actually fight.
"This is Sam and Dean and Hazel," Ellen introduces. "They're hunters. Here to help."
"You guys hip to this whole demon thing?" the man who answers the door asks.
"Yeah, are you?" Dean retorts.
"My wife's eyes turned black. She came at me with a brick," a man in a suit and glasses sitting at the table in the middle of the room states. "Kind of makes you embrace the paranormal."
"M'sorry," I say sympathetically.
"Alright, catch us up," Dean orders Ellen.
"I doubt I know much more than you," she answers. "Rufus called, said he was in town investigating omens. All of a sudden, the whole town was possessed. Me and Jo were nearby-"
"You're hunting with Jo?"
"Yeah, for a while now. We got here, and the place-well the place was like you see it. Couldn't find Rufus. Then me and Jo got separated. I was out looking when I found you."
"We'll find her, Ellen," I reassure her.
"Either way, these people cannot just sit here," Sam says. "We got to get them out now.
"No, it's not that easy. I've been trying. We already made a run for it once," Ellen tells him.
"What happened?"
"There used to be twenty of us."
"Well, there's four of us now," Dean says assuredly.
"You don't know what it's like out there," Ellen insists. "Demons are everywhere. We won't be able to cover everybody."
"What if we get everyone guns?" Sam suggests.
"What, are you gonna arm up baby bump over here?" Dean retorts, gesturing to the pregnant woman.
"More salt we can fire at once, more demons we can keep away," he rationalizes.
Dean internally debates that statement.
"Okay, there's a sporting-goods storer we passed on Main on the way in," he acquiesces. "I bet they got guns."
"Alight," Sam clears his throat. "You stay. We'll go."
"What about-"
"If Jo and Rufus are out there, we'll bring them back," he tells Ellen.
"We'll see you soon, Ellen," I assure her and follow my boys out.
Is it such a surprise that they immediately start in on each other?
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on," Dean stops us before we can head up the stairs. "Why don't I just go?"
"What? Alone?" Sam asks.
"Well, yeah, or with Hazel. Somebody's gotta stay here and start giving them Shotgun 101."
"Yeah. Ellen."
"No, no, no. It's gonna go a lot faster if you stay and help, okay?"
"While you go get guns and salt and look for Jo and Rufus? That's stupid."
"I can handle it."
"You don't want me going out there."
"I didn't say that."
"Around demons."
"I didn't say that!"
"Both of you, knock it off," I interrupt, getting in the middle. "You two go, by yourselves, an' don't kill each other, yeah? I'll stay here."
"Hazel-" Dean protests.
"Go. I'll teach 'em Shotgun 101."
"But-"
"You can live without me for an hour," I roll my eyes. "Now, don't make me tell you two twice. Oi, an' you bring each other back in one piece," I call as they leave. I walk back towards the door and knock twice. "Hello? It's Hazel! Can you let me back in?"
The man opens the door again and lets me in.
"Hazel?" Ellen asks.
"Those two idiots need some time to themselves," is all I say.
"Is that your real hair colour?" one of the men, twenty-two or twenty-three asks, rising from his spot and pulling on one of my red locks. I grab his hand, twist his arm around his back, and bend his wrist. He yelps in pain and Ellen smiles.
"Yes, it is. An' you should be afraid of redheads. We're known to be," I lean in to whisper into his ear, "temperamental." Then I release him, and he moves away from me pretty fast. "Terrifying, too," I add, and he learns then and there that I'm not a force to be messed with.
"Don't injure the locals," Ellen rebukes me, but with a smile on her face.
"I wasn't injurin' 'im," I protest. "Fine, fine. Shotgun 101 starts when Dean an' Sam get back." Then, thinking about my damaged vortex manipulator, "Hey, anyone here good at fixin' thin's?"
Nope.
Long shot, anyway.
"Hey, it's us," Dean bangs on the door four times. I hop up from my spot on the floor to unlock the door.
"Did you kill each other?" I ask before opening the door.
"Hazel, just let us in." I can hear the small smile in Sam's voice. I flip the bingo card to look through the peep-hole and Dean glares at me.
"Well, you both appear to be alive," I purse my lips but let them in nonetheless. Dean drops a sack of goods on the table. "Bring me back coffee?"
"You didn't ask," Dean says. "And where the hell would you expect me to find an open coffee shop, Hazel?"
"Ooh, someone's a bit grumpy, eh?"
"Bite me."
"Only if you want me to," I flirt.
Sam pretends to gag and I shove him away.
"Okay," I clap my hands once, "Shotgun 101."
I let Dean and Sam and Ellen take the lead on 'teaching' and basically stay out of the way until I'm called. That is, until the obnoxious kid that messed with my hair earlier starts hitting on me.
"Oh, my god, did y'not learn your lesson?" I ask, shoving him away, laughing. "You just don't know when t'quit!"
"What can I say, I like beautiful women," he flirts. I roll my eyes.
"Love the compliment, thanks for that. You still don't have a chance, though."
"Oh, c'mon, British beauty."
"So sorry," I smile sarcastically before skipping over to my boyfriend and giving him a kiss. "Hullo, sweetheart."
"Hey, Hazelnut. Austin, you know your way around a gun at all?"
Austin expertly dismantles the rifle Dean set on the table, completely taking it apart. Damn.
"Hmm. Where'd you serve?" he asks.
"Fallujah. Two tours. Got back a little over a year ago. Takes one to know one. Where'd you serve?"
"Hell."
"No, seriously."
"Seriously. Hell."
And with that, my boyfriend walks off to check on a brooding Sam sitting in a corner.
"He serious?" Austin asks. "Hell."
"Unfortunately. Before I met him, though. Really his story to tell, not mine." And with that, I walk towards my boys, who look suspiciously like they're arguing. "Are you two arguing?" I ask, crossing my arms.
"No, Hazel, we're not arguing," Sam waves off.
"Suspicious, suspicious," I murmur, and they both turn to look at me. "What?" I ask innocently.
"Hey, I'll be back," Ellen comes up to us.
"What? Where you goin'?" I turn to look at her.
"I can't sit here on my ass. My daughter's out there somewhere. I'm not back in half an hour, go. Get these people out of here."
"Ellen, you shouldn't go by yourself."
"Hazel's right, I'll go with you," Sam suggests, standing.
"Whoa, hold on. Can I talk to you for a second?" Dean asks before pulling Sam into another room.
"What the-"
"Long story," I interrupt Ellen Harvelle. "Not my place to tell. Oi!" I snap at them when Sam shoves Dean into a wall. "Knock it off, you two, or I'll smack you upside the head!" Idiots. I walk over to them and get in the middle. "You two are actin' like children," I hiss. "Sam goes and Dean stays. Got it?"
"But-"
"Don't you argue with me, Dean Winchester," I order, pointing a finger into his chest three times, accenting my words. "S'not gonna kill either of us if Sam goes. He's quite capable. Okay? Bye, Samster."
Learning from last time, I don't mess with Dean when he paces.
"Sam an' Ellen will be fine, Dean," I say reassuringly. He ignores me. I growl at him softly and turn to ignoring him as I pull out my phone to play on it. Dammit freaking TwoDots I am so done.
"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want," the pastor prays. "He layeth me down in green pastures, and he raiseth me up again.
Dean's pacing is getting on my nerves.
"Oh, that tears it," I slam my phone on the table and hop off it. I grip Dean's arms (since I can't restrain him by his shoulders; he's got a foot on me, easy) and make him stop moving. "Your pacin' is annoyin'."
"Nobody said you had to watch," is his snappish retort.
"Why don't you come an' sit with me?" I suggest, trying a different tactic. I don't really give him a say in the matter, but instead plop him down in one of the chairs and sit on his lap. I don't say anything else, and he places his hands possessively on my hips. I don't mind, in fact I enjoy it very much. We stay this way for about five minutes until I hear a sharp rapping on the door. Dean lifts me off his lap so he can get the door.
"Where's Sam?" Dean asks when Ellen comes in alone. She shakes her head and sits down to one of the women, who hands her a water bottle.
"They took him? Demons took him? Oh my god. What if they're in here? The demons?" the pregnant woman asks fearfully.
"Could they get in?" the pastor asks.
"The demons can't get in here," I say reassuringly. "With salt lines an' devil's traps everywhere? Nosir."
Dean grabs a shotgun and heads for the door, hand on the doorknob.
"Everybody sit tight. I got to-"
"Dean," I call patiently, and he stills. He looks around the room and takes his hand off the doorknob. "Okay, we need to get a plan together. Tell me everything."
"Dean, one of them's in Jo. We got to get it out without hurting her," Ellen states, scoffing. "It called me a bitch."
"Bruise a little easy, don't you think?" Dean asks.
"No, that's not what I meant. It called me a black-eyed bitch."
"But, you're not not possessed," I say. "Far as I know. Christo."
Nothing. Good.
"What kind of demons are these? Holy water and salt roll right off. My daughter may be an idiot, but she's not stupid. She wears an anti-possession charm. It's all kind of weird, right?"
"The whole thing's off," Dean says.
"What's your instinct?" Ellen asks.
"My instinct? My instinct is to call Bobby and ask for help. Or Sam."
"Well, tough. All you got's me and Hazel, and all I got's you and Hazel. So let's the three of us figure it out." I smile when she includes me.
"Alright. Do you know why Rufus came to town? Was there a specific omen?"
"He said something about water. That's all I know."
"Hey, Padre, you know what she's talking about- the water?" Dean turns to the pastor.
"The river. Ran polluted all of a sudden," he answers.
"When?"
"Last Wednesday. And the demon thing started up the next day," Austin elaborates.
"Anythin' else?" I ask. "Anythin' at all?"
"Maybe, but it's pretty random."
"Ooh, I like random. Go on, tell us."
"Shooting star- does that count?" Austin asks.
"Well, I'd say so," I answer as Dean and Ellen share a look. "How big?"
"Real big. Same night. Wednesday."
"That definitely counts," Dean confirms, standing up to grab a Bible from the bookshelf. He brings it back and starts leafing through it.
"So, uh, you think that all this comes from outer space?" Austin asks me.
I scoff. "Definitely not. I know what comes from outer space, an' this innit it."
"Yeah, this isn't 'X-Files', pal," Dean agrees.
"'The X-Files' is as wrong as 'Star Trek'," I moan. "Seriously, where do you people come up with this stuff?"
"Hazel," Dean cautions, and I shut my mouth. He starts reading from the Bible. "'And there fell a great star from heaven, burning like a torch, and it fell upon the river, and the name of the star was Wormwood. And many men died.'"
"Revelation eight ten," the pastor says. "Are you saying that this is about the apocalypse?"
"You could say. And these specific omens, they're prelude to what?" he asks.
"The Four Horsemen."
"And which one rides the red horse?"
"Red horse?" I ask.
"That cherry Mustang parked on Main."
"War," the pastor answers. "You can't think that a car-"
"Mustangs' emblems are horses," I say.
"It's the way I'd roll. I mean, think about it. It all makes sense. If War is a dude and he's here, maybe he's messing with our heads," Dean suggests.
"Turning us on each other," Ellen agrees.
"You said Jo called you a black-eyed bitch. They think we're demons, we think they're demons. What if there are no demons at all and we're all just killing each other?"
"Makes sense. Maybe tha's why they've got Samster, 'cause they think he's a demon," I say.
"Wait, just back up. It's the apocalypse?" the pastor asks.
"Sorry, Padre," Dean says unapologetically.
"So now you're saying that there are no demons and War is a guy," Austin says in disbelief.
"You believed crazy before," Dean says simply, and then someone starts banging on the door.
"Open up, man! Open up! It's Roger!" he calls, and Austin checks the peep-hole and lets him in. Roger's breathing hard, as if he's been running, and he speaks frantically. "I saw them, the demons. They know we're trying to leave. They said they're gonna pick us off one by one."
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. What?" Dean asks.
"When did you even leave?" I question.
"I thought you said there were no demons," Austin says.
"There isn't. Oi, Roger, where'd you go?"
"I thought someone should go out and see what's going on!"
"What, are you crazy?"
Dean puts a hand on my shoulder and I fall silent.
"Where did you see the demons and what did they say exactly?" he asks.
"We just sit here, we're going to be dead," Austin insists.
"Shut up," I snap.
"They're gonna kill us, unless we kill them first," Roger continues.
"I said, 'shut up'! What, did y'not think I meant it?" Everyone falls silent at my sharp and firm tone. "This is not a demon thing."
"Lady, we got people to protect. All right, the able-bodied go hunt some demons," Austin suggests, and he hands the flirtatious kid a gun.
"They're not demons! This isn't a demon thing!"
Roger looks at us and winks. "Look at their eyes! They're demons! All three of them!" he accuses, backing away from us.
Shit.
I look at Ellen and Dean and see no black eyes.
"Do I look like a demon to you?" I cross my arms. "Everybody stop, an' let's go about this calmly and rationally."
Nope. Damn humans, shoot first and ask questions later. Dean yanks me out of the room and I follow him and Ellen out as they shoot at us.
"You two don't have black eyes," I say as we hide out in an alleyway.
"Maybe it's 'cause demon powers don't work on you that you can see clearly," Dean suggests.
"You're probably right," I agree as we come upon a house. "They set up a bomb in that window."
"I'll go around back," Ellen decides and sneaks off. Dean picks up a rock from the ground and backs up, pulling me along with him until we're on the other side of the street. He chucks it through the window and sets off the explosion.
"You're crazy," I laugh before quieting myself again so we can sneak up on Rufus and Jo.
I spot Rufus first. He comes into the decimated front room with a gun at the ready and looks around. Dean grabs him as he peers through the broken window.
"Rufus!" I hear Jo call before she gets grabbed by her mum. He picks Rufus up and slams him against the wall.
"Listen to me. I'm not a demon," Dean insists. "Think, Rufus! All those omens!"
"You go to hell," he retorts, kneeing him in the bollocks.
"Rufus!" I grab his attention, and he looks at me.
"Hazel?" he asks in disbelief.
"Look at me, Rufus, an' listen! Nobody is possessed! It's the Horseman, War! He's trickin' you!"
"Horseman?"
"Yes! The polluted water, shootin' star, red Mustang, s'War, Rufus, the bloody Horseman!"
"He's turning us against each other; you're hallucinating!" Dean adds.
"The Horseman," Rufus says. "War."
"Yeah. Lookit Dean, are his eyes still black now that you've figured it out?" I ask.
"No. Did you figure this out all by yourself, genius?" he turns to my human, and I smile.
"Alright, c'mon, now, gotta check up on Ellen an' Jo," I order, heading into the house. When they spot me, Ellen immediately aims her weapon. "Whoa, hello, let's not put any holes in me today, ta."
"We all on the same page?" she asks, lowering her weapon.
"Good," Rufus says.
"Hi, Jo," Dean greets.
"Hey," she says back. "Hey, Hazel."
"Hi," I smile.
"Okay, we got to find War before everybody in this town kills each-" Dean is interrupted by the sounds of gunfire, and we all duck. "Dammit! Where's Sam?"
"Upstairs," Rufus answers, and that's where Dean and I head up to. The first door we pick is the one Sam's in, tied to a chair.
"It's not demons," Sam says immediately.
"It's War," we say simultaneously.
"I just can't figure out how he's doing it," Dean frowns as he cuts his brother loose.
"The ring."
"The ring. The ring- that's right. He turned it right before he made everybody hallucinate and go hellbitch."
"Right."
"We got to move. Come on."
"People, cease fire!" Rufus shouts through the gunfire. "Stop shooting! Stop!" He takes a gun out of a man's hand and knocks him out with it. "I'm getting too old for this," he gripes.
"Father!" I hear one of the women scream and rush to the pastor, who's been shot. Ellen comes up to them and presses something to his wound.
"I'm not what you think, honey. Come on, keep this right here," she says.
I stand in the middle of the chaos, bullets flying and whizzing right past me but never hitting their mark. These humans are killing each other, all because they are being deceived. There's no rationalizing it; it's war.
"Stop!" I shout, power in my voice. "Stop! You don't wanna do this; lower your weapons! Cease fire!" With that first word, every human does what I say and stops their shooting. Then, slowly, lower their weapons and listen to my voice of reason, my eyes glowing gold as my mother's did on Satellite Five. "War! Come out and face me, you coward!"
Roger walks towards me out into the open and away from the cover of a house, clapping accenting his every step.
"Well, well, well," he croons. "If it isn't the little Time Lord. Sorry, you're twenty percent human, aren't you?"
"If you are implying that I am ashamed-"
"Not at all. I knew there was something up with you when my little trick didn't work. Imagine my surprise for it to be the Doctor's Daughter, the Little Bad Wolf Cub."
I smile cruelly. "My reputation precedes me. As does yours, Horseman."
"Always good to hear." He glares at me for a few moments, and I keep my gaze steady.
"You need to stop this," I order.
"Or what, Little Cub?" he asks, chuckling. "You can't pull me out; I'm a Horseman. You can't kill me, and you can't stop me. Even you aren't strong enough to do that."
"I'm not," I concede. "But I'm not the one you should be worried about."
Dean grabs him tight and Sam holds out the demon knife for him to see. Roger/War starts chuckling.
"Whoa, okay. That's a sweet little knife. But come on. You can't kill War, kiddos."
"You're right," I acquiesce. "But maybe tha's not their intention."
"Something's coming, Hazel!" he shouts. I don't care what he has to say. I turn my back as Sam cuts War's fingers off to get to the ring, not wanting to watch, and take deep breaths to calm myself down. He and the car disappear.
"So," Dean says, looking at War's ring. "Pit stop on Mount Doom?"
Sam scoffs.
"Dean-"
"Sam, let's not."
"No, listen, this is important. I know you don't trust me. Just, now I realize something. I don't trust me either."
My mobile goes off and I excuse myself to answer the little interruption by hopping off the wooden picnic table and walking a couple feet away.
"Yeah?" I answer the phone, and immediately pull it away from my ear as the combined shouting of Mickey and Martha erupt through the small speaker. "Yes, I'm ali-"
"You couldn't have-" I yank the blue cellular device away as Martha yells at me again.
"I'm-"
"You're damn right you're-" Holy wow, Martha, didn't know you had such a set of lungs.
"Martha-"
"Don't you 'Martha' me-" she starts screaming at me again.
"Mar-Martha, I'll- I'll call you back!" I shout into the phone before hanging up and switching it off and stride back to the picnic table.
"Hey, do you, uh, wanna take the Impala?" Dean offers.
"That's okay," Sam waves off.
"You're leavin', Sam?" I ask sadly.
"Yeah," he nods. "Just for a little while, though. I'll be back."
"You better." I wrap around his tall frame and he hugs me back. "Don't stay away too long, yeah? An' you call if you need anythin', an' I'll come as soon as I get my blasted vortex manipulator fixed."
"Thanks." He kisses the top of my head before moving to whisper in my ear. "Keep an eye on Dean for me, will you?"
"I will," I vow, and he releases me.
"You take care of yourselves."
"Yeah, you too, Sammy," Dean says.
And with that, Sam walks away to grab ab bag out of the Impala's back seat, and then to a pickup truck. Talking to the driver, he must've convinced him to give him a ride, because then he climbs in the truck and they drive off.
We stay in the park for a while before we, too, leave.
TBC
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