"Wait, what?" I asked, pulling the note from his pale hands. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"
"He is an enemy, an arch enemy." He said softly as John walked up with Sam trailing.
"You use that word to much." He gave a smirk before looking inside out ruined motel room. "Are we too late?"
"We have to get to the pool! We have to get him back!" I hollered at Sherlock, who stood stiff as a board beside the doorframe not taking any action.
"She got Cas?" Sam asked, looking at Sherlock's pale face.
"John. John listen, this…woman…demon, she is using Moriarty's body." Sherlock stepped out of his trance and locked his gaze deep on John.
"Well that's not too bad. We can track them down…"He trailed off.
"No, no. He will be more than happy to comply just to mess up my entire life." Sherlock turned his head away and brought his hand to his lips, thinking frantically.
"Umm, who is Moriarty?" Sam piped up, from behind John.
"Apparently a little friend of Sherlock here." John shot me a glare while Sam shrugged in the back. I didn't care if I offended him, it seemed like that's all he'd been doing since we showed up.
"We need to get to the pool, that's where she is keeping him." I said again, practically pleading with him.
"John," Sherlock took his hand away and clutched to John's shoulders. John seemed unfazed. "Did you bring your revolver?"
"That won't harm them, it would be salt or the…" He looked up to me as his mouth formed an O.
"The colt." We both said in unison.
"What?" John asked, pulling himself from Sherlock's grasp.
"The gun John. The one they showed us at the morgue." He seemed condescending even then. "Will that hurt her? Is it special?"
"Yea, it should be able too, but it will probably kill this Marty person." Sam said, hesitating. I almost laughed.
"Fine, let's go." John stepped out to the parking lot and hailed another two cabs. Sherlock stayed strangely quiet. My detective skills told me he wasn't comfortable with the plan.
We pulled up to an eerily quiet abandoned pool a less than a half an hour later. The dusk had fallen over the rainy city and it shrouded us in darkness. I had the Colt tucked under my jacket and Sam behind me. I wouldn't let Ruby get at him again.
Walking in, Sherlock took the lead. He led the four of us through a series of long corridors and tunnels until we came into a wide lit area. It was no scarier than the other things we had fought, but the fact that Cas was here somewhere was nerve-racking.
"I'm so glad you could make it." I heard a voice from behind me. Sam and I both instinctively turned on our heels, pulling out our guns. Sherlock and John regarded us with wide eyes and we shielded them. "You're little angel has been so annoying."
She put extra emphasis on the so, as if she was still in a girl's body. It was strange, in my head I called her a she. But she was most definitely not a she as she stood before us. The male body was small and short and no more menacing than John. He wore a suit and had deep dark eyes and brows with prominent cheekbones.
"You look good Ruby." I smiled at her, still crouched down, watching her stick her hands in her pockets and balance on one leg.
"You are so gay Dean." She smiled at me. God it was weird, she was clearly not a she anymore. What the hell was I supposed to refer to her as? "Hey Sam."
His lips tightened into a hard line as she approached, lumbering the way a shy man would. Really, the poor guy didn't look like the kind of maniac Sherlock described him to be. He seemed to be small.
"Where is Cas?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"Oh I'm sure he's around here somewhere." She muttered, casting an eye on Sherlock behind us. "Hi Sherlock."
He said nothing, staying quiet and deathly still behind us. Only after she blew him a kiss did he work his way between us and in front of our little crew.
"You are such a strange creature." She said, circling around him. They regarded each other with the eyes of hunters stalking their prey. "So delicate and so…"She cast an eye at John, "Needy."
"What are you?" He asked her with a deep soft voice, looking down quizzically. She seemed to get closer, like a cat slinking up to his chin. I knew that she would have loved to get her claws in him, but she had other plans. She smiled a toothy smile and then flashed him her black eyes.
His eyes went wide and I saw a thousand emotions cross his face. He stayed fixed on her eyes, still wide with fear when she walked farther away leaving him in a state of trace.
"He has some big plans for you Sherlock, some big plans." She tossed her head back, forgetting that she had short, guy hair. I would have laughed if not for the terror written still so clearly on Sherlock's face. "Just remember."
She walked back toward us, leaving him there still deathly pale and moth slightly opened. "He owes you. He owes you a fall."
Author's Note:
Sorry I haven't been updating in a while. things have been super hectic lately. Anyway, please read and review, I love all of your reviews so much! And this probably only has two or three chapters left, so please follow and all that stuff! It makes me write faster!