(Lilith)
I hear Dean's answer to my little message and, as I sit in the ornately carved chair usually reserved for the ancient and decrepit church hierarchy, I find it music to my ears. I've grown quite bored waiting for him and his brother and the stink of mortals can be overwhelming in a place such as this. I'm stuck in a church, a gilded and marbled shrine to God, built on the backs and bathed in the blood of the faithful. Sacred ground at one time but no longer. I look around and find that there are more demons than humans in the pews, in the choir loft. It's standing room only for this smack down of the faithful and I wonder just where God is, where his angels so recently come to earth are?
As I wait, growing more enraged by the minute, I hear the murmur of the soon to be departed. "La mano derecha de Dios está aquí." "The right hand of God is here." They want to cheer as he walks purposefully through the huge double doors and halfway into the nave and stops but they are in a house of God and only whispers and hisses ripple through the crowd as he stand there taking in everyone and everything.
I had hoped the death of la nina would have enraged him enough to charge headlong into this church and into my clutches but he's taking his sweet time as his eyes search the crowd. His hand goes to his chest and when he pulls it away it's slick with the blood that has seeped through the material. I can hear them outside as can certain 'members' of the flock and they become agitated while others sit in raptured silence, that sickly look of divine inspiration on their faces. But the hellhounds simply mill around outside, a dozen of them, sniffing and whining, either waiting for the magic words or too afraid to enter God's house, something Dean Winchester failed to take into consideration.
"Dean Winchester!" I shout out as I stand up.
He has a startled look on his face because, instead of a child, I've taken a form more to his liking, a woman who looks like Santanico Pandemonium, except without the snake and dressed more modestly. I can see I've made an impression on him as he licks his lips. "It's been a long time," I tell him as he makes his way closer to the Presbytery and to the alter. The last time I saw him he was shredded beef and on his way to hell and to tell the truth, I've missed him.
"Nice meat Lilith," he says and I can hear the pain in his voice as he struggles to maintain the kennel just outside the door. To make it a little harder on him I slam the doors through which he's entered and the crowd reacts. The demons breath a collective sigh of relief, thankful for the safeguard, and the humans murmur and weep, awed by the divine spectacle.
I take a step closer to Dean and I can see his teeth beginning to chatter as his body reacts to the tremendous strain its under. His hand shakes visibly as he reaches for his weapon and I sit back down on my 'throne'. I can wait, keeping my distance until his hands are so numb that God's spike slips from his fingers and I can finally send him, not back to hell where I'll have to worry about him hot footing it out of there with the help of some misguided angel, but to his eternal damnation, the same place he hopes to send me.