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He waited, and eventually the lights went out. Dean glanced around the darkened room, then the embers in the fireplace blazed hot once again. He was prepared to kill Beth if it came down to it. He didn't let Amy live, and if Beth Singer couldn't control her inner monster, he wouldn't allow her to live, either. If she began dropping bodies, he'd have no other choice. He steadied his gun as her eyes popped open, red orbs pierced into his green ones. The person infront of him was not the same Beth that he began to know. Beth herself would had done killed the damn thing, then ordered up burgers and booze as celebration of a good nights hunt.
"Dean!" Kris, Sam, and Bobby bolted into the room. Kris balanced a glass of dream root in her hands along with her spell book. "Don't step into the tra- no!"
Beth let out a giggle and sang, "Why don't you hit me with your best shot?" immediately the weapon in his hand glowed white hot, and he flung the gun out of his sizzling palm. The gun went off, it rang around the house, "Kristina!" Sam shouted. Kris gasped and dropped the book as the bullet grazed her left rib cage, and blood began to seep through her mint green blouse. "Dean, move!" she commanded through clenched teeth, her hand soaked in red as she applied pressure. He leaped from the inside of the circle, "Oh, lord – that hurt like a mother!" Kris panted.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
Kris tried to laugh as tears glazed her eyes, she pressed the potion into his hand, slumped to the floor, then flipped through the fallen book, and she began to read off the Latin incantation with strong fluency.
Beth found opportunity to continue. "Did he tell you, Sammy?" she asked, "Seems like your big bubby has been keeping you out of the loop on a lot of things since you've had Lucifer in your head." She t'sked, "Poor little Amy, she's scared past death in Purgatory right now." She began to laugh as Sam's own string of Latin came to an abrupt halt, he looked to Dean with shocked unbelief. "And all she done was protected her son."
"Sam!" Bobby yelped, Sam snapped back to the job at hand and began to read again. The lights began to flicker, hot coals from the fireplace cracked and popped, it scorched the rug as Dean quickly stomped the embers out, and you could smell the melted plaster. A deep growl began to rise out of Beth, and she thrashed around in her restrains as the ritual reached its peak. Then she rolled from the couch and hit the ground, the lights came back on, the fire died down, and Beth laid still.
Kris sighed, "Okay, so, that should keep her down until Hell opens an ice rink." she picked herself up from the floor and winced. "Dammit, Dean, you're grounded from the firearms." She grimaced and turned her face away as Sam lifted her blouse up a few inches to inspect the damage. "It's going to hurt like Hell, Kris, but good news – no need for stitches." Kris grumbled under her breath and reached down, snatching a hair from her sisters head. She turned and dropped it into the glass Dean held. "If she's in there with Crowley, you do your damndest to get her away from him. Get on your damn knees and beg if you have to." She instructed him sternly, he nod and drank the concoction in a gulping go, it was disgusting. He placed the glass on the mantel and turned, Sam was looking at him with betrayal, he said nothing but Dean heard him loud and clear, and then Sam's fist made contact with his face with one strong uppercut. Dean thudded the floor, knocked out.
He woke up inside of a dark corridor with both of his legs, he felt relief to be free from that damn cast. In the distance he could hear the tormented cries and pleas of the damned. Turning his head in both directions, he contemplated on which way to go in order to find Beth. He chose to walk away from the shouting souls, surely she was in Crowley's office having some type of parent spat. His instinct came up to be right when he slowly rounded a stone corner and heard her voice, he waited there, listening in on the conversation.
"You're joking, right?" She asked angrily, "No, you're out of your damn mind."
"The boy needs his father."
Beth snarled. "Over my cold dead body."
"That can be arranged, dear." Crowley said calmly. "Either way, you know just as well as I do that Robert will be slaughtered like a pig if you keep him away from his birth right, and that's why you've come to me."
"The only reason im here is because they tied me up and banished my darkside."
"So, you've put our son in danger, again!" he shouted at her in rage. "You've become very good at lying, may I add. Well done, my dear." He sounded almost chipper.
"I'm done with the chit – chat. On our behalf up there on Earth, you can kiss that rosie red ass."
Dean caught his chuckle in his throat. Even on Hell business, Beth was still a bitch, he could almost see the somber look of sarcasm on her face from the other side of the wall.
"Your sister isn't the only one with the final countdown rattling the marbles around. I cannot believe that Fergus has been keeping the fact that I have a grandchild away from me for all these years, I feel completely disrespected as a-."
"That's enough from you, Mother."
Dean let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as a third voice joined the conversation. A Scottish woman was in there with them. There had been plenty of talk about Kris' deal, but no one ever said anything about Beth knowing when Death was gonna come knocking on her own doorstep. And Crowley had a Mother? The whole thing was sick and weird to Dean.
"I'm only trying to offer you a contract shortage. You do realize that when your time runs out, this is what you're going to become.' Crowley told her, 'Then I will go and collect the boy myself. You've done lost contact with him to go on one final hunting trip with Kris, and all that's done is made you an addict once again, how very selfish of you. Why not just catch an early start, it will be much easier in the long run for all of us, I promise." he suggested.
Beth was silent. Dean took that as his cue and stepped into the room. The sight that he walked in on caught him off guard. A red headed woman flanked Beth and Crowley as they sat in thrones next to one another. Beth's hand rested on Crowley's forearm, a smaller throne sat empty at the left of him. She wore a sweeping red dress and her un-dyed mass of curls were perfectly in place as they curtained freely around her frame. She looked as if she belonged there, and Dean's gut twisted in the pit of his stomach. Their glowing red eyes snapped over to him when they heard his approaching footsteps. His eyes focused on Beth, she looked at him apprehensively, neither one of them seemed to recognize each other.
"Dean Winchester, always a pleasure seeing you." Said Crowley.
He ignored him, "Beth – come with me if you want to live." he said, it was literally the first rational thing he could think of. The Scottish woman burst into laughter, "Ignore him, Beth." she said. "From what I've gathered this is the man that has been trying to kill you."
"What?" she asked, her hand tightened around Crowley's arm.
Dean rolled around in his head for words. "You're in a sleep coma." He finally managed, "All this,' he motioned around the dark and damp throne room, 'it's all in your head."
Beth looked around in confusion, then when her eyes returned to Dean, they were blue again. "What's going on, Dean?" she asked. "There you are!" He filled the long space between them and kneeled infront of her. He took her free hand, pleading with his eyes for her to stay with him. "Beth Singer, you have to fight this out. If not for yourself, then you've got to fight for your son." He reasoned. It was a serious situation, so Dean had to hold himself strong as Beth held onto his enemy.
"No." The red headed woman gritted in anger, she slapped her hands together, and Dean was flung across the chamber. Beth yelped, "Dean!" as he hit the stone wall with enough mojo to knock the wind out of him. He laid there and gasped, he heard footsteps and turned his head, Crowleys Mother was advancing toward him. The lady must have had some serious supernatural juice as she ripped him up from the ground and suspended him into the air without laying a finger on him. He looked at Beth as he tried to catch his breath, she was out of her throne and stood staring at him in shock.
"I will not let you destroy my family." The Scottish woman growled.
Crowley slummed back into his throne and rolled his eyes, "You've done that all on your own, Mother." he piped in.
Her face twisted in hatred, then she turned her raised fists, and Dean felt pain in places he didn't know existed before. He grunted out, "You bitch…" and then gasped as she really began to put the hurt to him. He started to choke as the familiar flavor of copper warmed his mouth, blood began to cover his chin as he sputtered on it.
Sam turned frantic and tried to shake Dean out of it when he began choking up blood, "Kris, something's happening in there!" he boomed through the house. There were quick footfalls, and she burst into the room with him and Bobby. She went to him in the center of the room, gasped, "Oh my…" and dropped her spell book.
"We've got to do something!" Sam exclaimed, he turned Dean's face to hang over the side of the couch to keep him from aspirating, blood streamed to the floor and splattered them as Dean continued to cough harshly.
Bobby wheeled on Kris, "Pull him up outta it." he demanded.
"I can't do tha- "
"No!" Beth's cry was so loud they all flinched back.
"Stop it, Rowena, you're killing him!" Beth bellowed in fury. Suddenly Dean ceased his coughs, he sputtered a few more times before lulling still again. Sam flipped him onto his back and checked for a pulse. He let out a sigh of relief after a few pain staking slow moments.
"No, no, no no no!"
The salvage yard lit up with two sets of headlights, they all shifted to look outside of the window as the Impala and Cutlass parked side by side both mysteriously revved to life.
Beth dropped to her knees and let out a string of 'No's', her hands grabbed two fistfuls of curls and through the approaching tunnel vision, Dean watched in amazement as she combusted into a ball of flame. The fire roared loudly, then like a window had been opened, the flames exploded throughout the entire perimeter of the Hell chamber. The grip on him released, he hit the solid ground painfully, and expected to feel the sensation of being incinerated. Instead, the dancing flames shielded around him as he slowly recuperated himself, it was protecting him. When they died down, the familiar teleportation jump made his brain stir – he covered the light of the hot sun out of his eyes and glanced down the forever going road, he squinted at a mile sign that read 'Lawrence' in the short distance, at once he knew he was in Kansas. "Son of a bitch…" he mused. Confusion was an understatement.
"What are you doing in here?"
He wheeled his head to the side and there stood Beth, Dean took an apprehensive step away from her. She had traded in her Hell gown for a pair of denim shorts with her boots and an orange flannel, her hair was back in black. "What happened? I know you did that, and why are we in Lawrence?" He glanced around her, a smile brightened his face as he strolled past Beth.
"Baby!"
He went to the driver side of the Impala and wasted no time sliding behind his wheels. "What are you doing here?" he asked the car.
"That's something I'm asking you, cause I didn't do anything." Beth said, Dean leaned back in his seat and looked over as Beth got into her own car. The Cutty sat in the opposite lane, it faced the other direction. She looked out of her window and met his gaze.
Dean frowned at her, "You friggin turned into an inferno." he stated.
The corner of her lip twitched upward, "She was going to kill you, Dean. You might piss me off, but at the end of the day we're on the same side, ya know?" She lit a cigarette up and took a long drag. The sky began to darken, storm clouds rolled over them in the sky at an alarming rate, thunder cracked overhead as darkness covered the road that Beth would be taking. "What's that?" Dean asked.
"It's a spell portal, or, as I call it, the next stop in my own personal Hell."
She looked up ahead as the blackened clouds funneled downward and hit home, a vicious twister spread along the planes. Dean glanced behind at the tornado and then looked at Beth, "You're not going in there by yourself." he had to holler as the wind picked up quickly, rain began to beat at the cars.
"It's better this way, Dean, now roll on home."
He looked through his rain splattered windshield at the Lawrence sign again, and he was stopped dead when he seen a familiar face in a trenchcoat. "Cas?" He muttered, but when he clicked on the wipers, the angel was gone. The sound of Beth's engine roaring to life made his head turn back toward her.
"You know I'm not going to let you go at this thing alone!" he barked over the deepening storm. "Mr. and Mrs. Smith, remember?"
Beth laughed, cranked up her radio, and gunned it toward the storm.
In the salvage yard, the three watched as blinding high beams shined through the night. Very loudly, Bachman Tucker Overdrives song Taking Care of Business shouted from the radio's. The cutlass sped forward, tossing pea gravel into the Impala as it drove itself toward the road. The Impala roared, done a screeching U turn, and quickly road on the Cutty's ass end.
"Have either of you seen something like this before?" Bobby asked.
The cars reached the end of the driveway and then halted, the engines died.
Sam pulled out an EMF reader, "I have, once, right before I left Sanford. Maybe we should go check it out." he mused, and made his way out the door. "Hold on, I'll come with you." Kris said, she swooped two sets of keys from the desk and caught up with him.
Bobby turned away from the window, he looked down at Beth and Dean lying side by side in the middle of his floor. Worry lines creased his face in the silence of the room. His eldest daughter was a Hell queen, and Dean was in there with her, looking impending death in the face. It was something completely new to his many years' experience as a hunter and he could not wrap his head around it. He pondered on the thought of Lucille, and what her solution would be to all of it.
"You kids better play nice in there, and when you wake up, I expect y'all to be on better terms." Bobby said to them, knowing that he wasn't heard. Still, it felt better saying it out loud.
He stepped over them, making his way to his room to find an old address book. It had been many years, but surely he could do some type of hoo-doo magic to track his old hunting lover down.
Outside Sam and Kris walked slowly. "So what happened that one time you seen this kind of thing?" Kris asked, nothing was spiking their EMF's. Many times she'd had put Beth under the spell, but the magic had never been so powerful enough to reach the outside world once her sister was put down.
Sam's lips pulled up at the corners, he turned his head toward her. "We leaped off a bridge and Dean bellyflopped into a sewage river." He said, and Kris laughed as she pictured it in her head. She looked up at him and noticed the underlying expression of dread. "Penny for your thoughts?" she asked. Sam glanced at her apprehensively and shook his head. "I'm just trying to figure out who Rowena is and why she tried to kill Dean back there." He thought out loud.
"Do you wish you would've stayed in college?"
Sam opened his mouth, but closed it shut, he didn't have a right answer and as they made it to the end of the driveway where the cars sat still, their EMF's spiked up to full bars. They strolled around in silence, watching as the red bulbs stayed steady. There was no smell of sulfur, nor rotten eggs. "Huh..." Sam huffed.
"I'm really sorry about this, Sam."
He turned around in confusion right in time to be slapped upside the head with a two by four. He crumpled to the ground in a heap, and Kris stood over him with guilt on her face. She tucked away the EMF and pulled out a knife, then she carefully undid the buttons of his shirt. With a hiss she ran the blade over her palm, as the blood pooled she dipped a finger into it, and began to draw symbols across his chest and stomach. When she finished she recited off of a piece of paper, the bloody symbols began to glow in the nights darkness.
A/N: Thank you so much for the favs, follows, and reviews. It means alot to me, you guys are awesome! Also, this story is going to be a little mixed up from the original SPN storyline, but all in good fun, i'm gonna start pulling in more characters from the show as the plot goes on.
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