Part II

After getting that Ruby out of prison they had prepared their journey to Hamunaptra. They were now travelling in a boat to get as close as possible to their destination.

Dean wasn't pleased. He was always ok for Sam finding a nice girl like Jess to settle with. Sam had never totally gotten over Jess being killed by the same beast that had taken their mother and later on their father. He had just married the girl when it happened. He still blamed himself, he couldn't shake the feeling he should have known the curse touched all the women in the Winchester family. As soon as Jess had taken Sam's name as her own, she had been cursed and the beast came for her during their honeymoon.

Even now that their Dad had killed the thing, dying in the process, they didn't know if they were free. Which meant it was risky marrying anyone… or making a child. If the baby was a girl, she could be doomed. Hopefully they were freed from the curse since the beast was dead… but they couldn't be sure until one of them married a woman or fathered a girl.

So Dean wasn't against Sam living again, not at all… Heck even getting some fun was good! God knew just how much the guy needed it! But this, /this/ didn't sit well with him. That Ruby bitch had successfully managed to get into Sam's pants and was now literally dragging him by the dick. It had taken less than a week for her to have Sam around her little finger, flattering him, making him feel powerful and in control. Manipulating him. And Sam fell for it, and for someone so clever he sure did a lot of stupid things when given the chance. Like playing poker and, ok raiding the other player clean, but also letting them know without really meaning to that they were going to Hamunaptra. Then telling her they were hunting creatures and breaking curses… and looking for the Book of Amun-Ra, made of pure gold and containing old incantation that could save many lives. Ruby had been ecstatic to hear that, for the gold would bet Dean.

He had tried to push any available girl in Sam's arms but the little bugger just wouldn't budge. It's in this quest of finding any girl other than Ruby to dump on Sam that he had learnt something that had managed to make his day even worse. A man named Crowley was the business man responsible of the other party, he had taken an archeologist named Andy with him and two adventurers that didn't look particularly nice, Brady and Gordon. He also had a full team of diggers and some fighters. That was going to be a pain. But worse than everything those rich and well prepared dude guide was no other than Bella.

Fucking Bella.

That hadn't helped Dean's mood one bit. Sam and he had stopped counting all the times they had nearly died because of her, or just how much she had stolen from them. So now he had two bitches to worry about, one currently wriggling on Sam's laps as she urged him to waste their bullets by teaching her how to shoot. He couldn't believe Sam was even buying the fact she wasn't already kinda used to dealing with a gun.

At least both dumbasses were armed when the shit hit the fan. Dean had been with Bella at the time, having a pleasant conversation, ie calling each other names and cursing, up to the point Dean threatened to strip her and dump her in the water.

That's when they noticed the drops of water on the deck. And the shooting started right after. In the blink of an eye oriental dudes dressed all in black were running wild on the boat, setting it on fire and trying to sink it. Noticing they weren't trying to steal anything, Dean felt dread settle in his stomach and, after checking Sam was holding his own with the bitch (who definitively knew how to shoot), he ran straight to his room to grab their stuff.

The place had been torn apart. Apparently those people were looking for something Dean and Sam owned. But Dean, despite what many would say, wasn't brainless and kept anything of value on him. That's why Bella was such a pain; she could steal what he had on him without him fucking noticing. He grabbed their weapons, including the precious Jerusalem oils good for rituals, purification and trapping evil son of bitches. Their dad's diary and anything they might need (making a point of taking Sam's tool kit to prevent some bitching) but clothes, it would have taken too long to gather them.

As he bent down to take an amulet he heard the mirror in front of him shatter and gulped. He had just unconsciously evaded a bullet aimed at his head. Great. He barely had time to say "fuck" that a black dude in dark clothes was trying to gut him. Using the knife always at his belt he parried as best he could but the man was strong. Kneeing him in the stomach and adding an elbow in the jaw he managed to distant himself. They were now circling each other and soon they were back to sparing. Dean could barely hold his own; that dude had received some serious training!

He cursed as the man ripped his front pocket and the half-burnt map flew in the room. In a heartbeat his assailant had snatched it and was now coming at him even more determinedly. So this had to do with Hamunaptra, figures. He winced as the man managed to lend a blow on his arm, cutting neat through the fabric of his vest and T-shirt to draw blood.

"lfjslk fjslijdf lsf?" growled the man.

Dean's total incomprehension of Egyptian must have been written all over his face because the dude switched to English right then.

"Where is the key?" he growled again.

Well it didn't make any more sense now than five seconds earlier, thought Dean, bemused. Then he noticed he had somehow managed to have his back to the door and bolted. He reached Sam in time to save him from a bullet and have him keep the black dude away by firing at him.

The Crowley English business man had his men shooting all over the place, holding their ground. Visibly those men weren't only after them but anyone who planned to reach Hamunaptra. Using the confusion Dean motioned at Sam they would have to jump.

It was with fierce satisfaction that he threw Ruby in the water, her yelp of indignation sweet music to his ears, before joining her in the fucking cold water. Sam wasn't far behind them and they swam back to shore where they looked at the burning and sinking boat. Well, they would have to sell Ruby to get camels now, Dean could live with that.

"Hey gorgeous!" called Bella from the other side, waving at him, "guess who has all the supplies and horses?" she taunted.

"Hey sweet-pie, guess who is on the wrong side of the river?" he replied, blowing her a kiss and then flipping her the finger.

*** Now ***

Castiel and Uriel had escorted Dean and Sam to the Madjai's village where a reunion was taking place to try and deal with the mummy's awakening. The discussion had been pretty heated, Sam feeling down during the whole ordeal even thought people didn't really blame him. Ruby had taken most of the fault as she had clearly wanted Lucifer to rise. For the moment it seemed only he and Sam knew Ruby wasn't the only one to blame.

"You are all to stay here. We cannot risk Lucifer feeding off of your flesh," announced Zachariah.

He was a bald man that looked calm and collected but seemed to have a nasty side. He wasn't one you should cross. Crowley nodded but Brady and Gordon were restless, sending Andy's prone and traumatized form worried looks. The mummy had gotten to him, taking his eyes and tongue.

"You two, were you present when those idiots opened the chest?" asked Zachariah, looking at them strangely.

"We didn't open it. Only Crowley, Brady, Gordon and Andy were touched by the curse," replied Dean, hoping Sam wasn't going to add anything stupid, "but we are staying to help," he assured, hands on his hips, chin lifted slightly up.

Uriel made an undignified sound, clearly conveying just what he thought of their "help". Cas remained unmoving at his side, giving a curt nod to his chief as Zachariah's eyes fell on him.

"Fine. You may stay."

Dean glanced briefly at Cas, thankful for him siding with them. Blue-eyes simply stared at him, no expressions in their depth. The discussion went on, mainly on how they were to be guarded every moment of their life from now on. Then the Madjai tried to find a way to get their hands on an immortal weapon since no mortal ones could really hurt their adversary. And they got to have the full explanation of what exactly they were dealing with. Dean really wouldn't want to be in his little brother's shoes. Having unleashed a fringing mummy was bad enough, but this particular one? Just peachy.

Lucifer had been the Pharaoh's second son and his high priest, keeper of the dead; a very enviable role. He didn't so much mind the fact he wouldn't be Pharaoh, he was the second more powerful man of the country, could even rival with Pharaoh since he had power over the religion. That is until his father started to get interested in another religion that he sheltered and favored. Lucifer became overly jealous and they fought about that a lot, even Michael, heir to the throne, couldn't stop them from arguing.

And one day Lucifer murdered the Pharaoh in an attempt to take the throne and force his religion, ideas and views over the people.

Michael, the rightful Pharaoh now that his father was dead, wouldn't hear any of it and stopped Lucifer's plan. The priests that had helped him were condemned to be mummified alive. Some said Michael couldn't resolve himself to kill his brother and deny him access to the after-life as would be fit to his crime. But he couldn't forgive such a heinous offense either. So Lucifer was to endure the Hom-Dai, the worst of all ancient curses. His tongue was cut so he couldn't pronounce anymore misleading lies, then he was tightly wrapped in bandages and put into a sarcophagus. They filled it with flesh eating beetles that would slowly feast upon his flesh. He was to become the undead for all of eternity. As he screamed they closed the sarcophagus with a special key as he was to remain sealed forever. If he was to be released he would be a walking disease, a plague upon mankind, an unholy flesh-eater with the strength of ages, powers over the sand and the glory of invincibility.

So they had a righteous bastard with incommensurable powers, invincible and aiming to conquer the world running wild. Neat. And it was their fault. Awesome. Oh and cheery on the cake that thing that never eat, never slept, never stopped was out to get Sammy and the other archeologists.

Dean sighed as he turned on his straw mattress for the hundredth time. He was now facing Sam, the little bugger sleeping peacefully as if he hadn't poke a pissed off mummy back to life. Bitch. But Dean knew better, Sam was gathering his strength for the upcoming battle. The creases between his eyes and the thin line of his mouth talked of uneasy rest.

Slowly Dean threw the covers off his body, scratched his belly and rose. He snorted as he noticed Sam's feet were poking out of his blankets even though he slept in the fetal position, giant much? With a small smile tugging at his lips he dumped his own over his resting brother, whispering softly that everything would be alright, that he would always have his back even when he was a totally moron. He glanced around briefly checking the others, Crowley and his gang sleeping with them, hadn't woke up and witness that private moment. It was very manly to take care of his little brother, mind you, but that didn't mean Dean wanted them to see that… softer side of him.

He snuck out of the house into the cold. Sometimes he hated Egypt. It was roasting him during day and congealing him at night. Just great. He nearly jumped out of the bones as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around with his gun already in his hand he resisted the urge to yell at the blue-eyed man standing uncomfortably close to him.

"Geez Cas, I nearly shoot you," he whispered hurriedly, pocketing his gun.

"I merely wished to offer you a coat," replied Castiel, his blue gaze locked on him.

You could say the guy was focused. A bit too much in Dean's book but at least he treated Sam and him rather well, unlike that Uriel douche. In fact he was one of the only friendly person around, the other too busy considering them like a burden they had to protect and like idiots who had brought apocalypse upon them. Not that they were totally wrong…

"Thanks," he said as he shrugged on the coat.

Cas was still wearing that sort of robe like uniform, all dark and looking really airy. It was also rather complicated and Dean could bet Cas had hidden lots of weaponry into the many folds. He already had two swords at his belt, at least a gun and a fusil on his back. A small stubble dusted his cheeks, proof he hadn't yet shaved, that made the marking on his cheeks and forehead stand even more out, especially with his blue eyes. A falcon was gently perched on his shoulder, picking his feathers without a care in the world, visibly pleased to be with its master. It looked cool. He had lost the turban and his hair was even wilder that Dean had imagined. He looked as if his pet messenger falcon had made a nest on his head. Dean snorted at the mental image. Cas merely tilted his head visibly puzzled at the sudden mirth that danced in Dean's eyes. His falcon gave a soft chirping and Cas petted him softly. Nice to know bird and master were as clueless as each other.

"Is that fancy birdie of yours able to fetch beer?" wondered Dean hopefully.

Cas shook his head and walked away without a word, living Dean standing there wondering if he had somehow insulted the other man. Now that he thought of it, maybe they weren't allowed to drink alcohol and all that. Well too bad for them. Slightly put off, he sat and leaned against the wall of their appointed sleeping quarter. He pulled out his guns and setting a tissue on his laps started cleaning them. He had been at it for less than a few minute when a cold bottle was dangled in front of him.

"Neat!"

Cas' lips tugged as if he was going to smile but didn't budge. Dean patted the floor next to him and Cas settled at his side, a bit too close, the dude visibly not really used to privacy policy. But then he lived piled up with lots of people with very little room, which might explain that peculiar behavior. Nursing his drink Dean went back to his cleaning, enjoying the silent companionship.

"So what are your people planning?" he asked, his nerves singing pleasantly with the prospect of an oncoming battle and the slight buzz he had going with the beer.

"To fight to the death," replied Castiel in his husky voice.

"Yeah I got that part, but apart from that?"

"No mortal weapon can kill this creature. For now we have to keep your brother and friends away from it, if he were to consume their flesh he would get closer to his final form. We have to find a way to kill it or at least trap him for eternity," explained Cas, matter of factly and not seeming to mind his upon death.

"You make that sound so easy," dryly replied Dean, humor always had been his defense mechanism.

"Don't worry, we will keep your brother safe," assured Cas with such certainty in his voice Dean could almost believe him.

"What's makes you think I'm worried about that?" he groused, surprised to have been so easily deciphered.

Cas stared at him in this unwavering unnerving way of his. As if not able to understand why Dean was getting all defensive. That made him tense even more, seeing how Cas didn't judge him at all, simply looked and took into consideration what he saw.

"Because you are a nice man Dean Winchester," he finally offered.

Dean snorted at that, a mirthless laugh leaving his throat.

"I'm 90% bullshit dude"

"That is untrue"

Again that firm belief. It pleased Dean as much as it pissed him off, and the fact he felt comforted by it just made it all worst. Damn that staring blue-eyed nest-hair bastard of a mummy guardian! Dean wasn't talking feelings with a dude he almost didn't know. As if reading his mind, Cas' falcon gave an indignant squeak and Dean glared him down rather childishly.

"I've been watching you for weeks now, Dean. I saw how you cared for your brother, even when you felt he was betraying you by following that girl's lead. I saw you charm girls to your bed and never saw them leave angry. When my brethren attacked your camp witnessed you jump to those Englishmen rescue, despise the fact you were bickering with them moments ago, always in competition with them. You even got Bella, who you don't seem to like very much, out of harm's way. You tried to help the mummy's first victim, even though he was going to slow you down. Not to mention you always put Sam first, you faced the beast so he could get to safety. Shall I continue?" wondered Cas with that unsettling head tilt, his husky voice even lower as he made his point in a calm and cutting tone.

If Cas had been a girl, Dean would have certainly lowered him to the ground and thoughtfully ravished her. As it was, he was a dude and Dean wanted to punch him. Instead he took a long hard gulp of his beer and proposed the bottle to Cas.

"You don't drink beer?"

"That would be unwise before battle and I do not request to soothe my nerves with it," declined Cas.

"Fuck you, Cas."

"That would be unwise too; I'm on guard duty."

"Whoa, whoa! That was a figure of speech, dude!"

Cas tilted his head and Dean resisted the urge to facepalm.

*** Then ***

They had finally reached Hamunaptra without too much trouble and were now busy playing Egyptologists. Well Sam was all happy and giddy, amazed by anything they encountered and sprouting knowledge like an encyclopedia. Dean was carrying the tools they had bought with the camels and ready to use his strength when needed. Ruby, that Sam had refused Dean sold to get their supplies, was being a bitch, as usual.

"Ya sure we're to dig here Sammy?"

It's not that he didn't trust his brother, far from it. He was like a walking library full of knowledge, wisdom and bright ideas.

"Of course he's sure, right Sam? You know better than those pigs," cooed Ruby.

That is when he wasn't being brainwashed by an admittedly pretty bitch. Not to mention that looming jackal didn't look reassuring at all. Why would the book of the book of Amun-Ra, book of the leaving, be buried under Anubis, that creepy god of the dead or something as doomed if he remembered correctly Sam's rants on Egypt?

"Because you know I can go back up and shoot those English if ya want. Especially that Crowley guy, all proper and cunning. I'm sure Andy would piss his pants rather easily and Brady seems to be able to hold his own but I could certainly turn Gordon to our side he looks like a nice dude," continued Dean, ignoring Ruby.

Moments before they had run in with the other team, everyone had pulled their guns and been ready to shoot to hell. But Sam, always voice of reason, had placated the situation and urged a very unhappy Dean to go dig elsewhere. He hadn't even let Dean clock that Crowley guy one as he uttered sweetly to Sam to "That's it, keep your girl in leash, you giraffe", he hadn't been referring to Ruby.

"That won't be necessary Dean. We are underneath the statue; we should dig right in the secret compartment and have the book literally fall on our laps."

Ruby flicked her hair back and pitched Sam's butt with a giggle. Dean had to refrain himself from strangling her. She was doing it just to spite him, he was sure of it. Even if it was fun to see Sam stammer and actually turn red. It was his big brother privilege to embarrass him goddammit. He wouldn't have minded if it had been Jess, but Ruby? She had no right.

"So Dean, are you going to keep digging or do you plan to stand there and look pretty?"

Dean gritted his teeth wondering just how painful it would be for Ruby if he dragged her that mummy-making room they had passed earlier, tied her up on those nice little tables and put into practice the lesson about removing the brain via the nose Sam had explained. But Sam wouldn't let him. Pity.

Instead he yanked one of his tools out of Ruby's hand, since she was just carrying them, girl that she was, and slammed it against the nearest roof slab. Then he yelp, in a very manly way, as everything went down in a loud crash and lots of dust. Ruby unfortunately escaped being crushed by the thing that smashed into the ground.

"Sammy?" he coughed, making sure his brother was still in one piece.

"Oh my God Dean, it's a sarcophagus!" came his excited answer.

Definitively in one piece then. As the dirt settled, Dean patting his clothes to try and look less like a ghost, he peered at the simple rock Egyptian coffin.

"He was buried under Anubis' feet, he must have been someone really important," murmured Sam in awe.

He was already dusting the thing with a little feather duster. If that didn't just prove he was a frigging girl, what would? Dean frowned. It was plain, full of funny little signs sure, but plain looking. Weren't important dude supposed to be put in gold fancy boxes?

"Or he was one hell of a son of a bitch," he piped up.

Sam didn't even bother lifting his head from his beloved hieroglyph, even has Ruby pressed herself against him to watch. Take that! Some things never changed.

"He that shall not be named," deciphered Sam.

"Ah, told ya!" bragged Dean, triumphal.

Then he sneezed very loudly, a rock falling on his head for his trouble, and blowing away all the dust that covered his side of the sarcophagus. There was a huge star shape drawing that kinda looked like a lock.

"Sam, they really didn't want him to get out," he remarked, his gut telling him that maybe they should burry that thing right back to its previous place.

"Dean, doesn't that look awfully like that golden box of yours when it's opened?" asked Sam, "and didn't that guy ask you for a key?"

Dean couldn't even answer that, Sam was already on him, unceremoniously digging in his back pants pocket to fetch the box with his huge paws. Ruby was caressing the markings in a very creepy way, looking ready to start murmuring them sweet nothings. Gross, he had found that even crazier than Sam.

As the latter was getting ready to turn what was indeed the key, they heard screaming coming from above. Snatching the key, they rushed to up only to be met by three diggers running and yelling as the skin was melt right off their skin. Out of mercy, since it was obvious they wouldn't make it, Dean put a bullet in their head.

"That was nice of you," recognized Gordon, patting him on the shoulder.

Dean gave him a curt nod. Then noticed how Sam's eyes were glued to the casket that had cost three lives. He wasn't the only one, Crowley had possessively stepped in front of it as soon as they had arrived. Andy and Brady were already playing housewife with their feather dusters, visibly not giving a shit about people dying. It was a pretty box alright.

"Hey, as a thank you could let Sammy investigate that thing with you? He will just help, not take anything, ok?"

Having Sam send him one of his very grateful look, reminding Dean of a much younger version of his giant brother, was reward enough. Crowley seemed to ponder the question but deemed the agreement ok.

"As long as your pet moose doesn't break anything," he relented.

The remaining diggers were making a ruckus so they decided to leave it be for the moment, a necessary setback to placate the workers. Night had already fallen anyway and it was time for them to dress camp and rest to start fresh again in the morning.

Well at least it had been the plan. But lucky as they were, they had barely holed up as far from the English as possible that they heard screaming and shooting. The I-dress-in-black dudes were back full force, raiding the camp. Throwing his brother a rifle, they rushed in the battle.

Dean even felt magnanimous enough to shoot a guy coming a little too close to Bella's hiding place. Then it was a real mess, the workers panicking everywhere and more and more enemies coming even has he and Sam took down as many as they could.

Finally a bald man, looking very serious, boring and deadly, ordered his men back to him. Unnatural stillness settled on the camped, everyone tensed and ready to start killing each other again.

"We will shade no more blood, leave this place or die," he demanded, "you have one day," he added.

Just like that he jumped on the horse one of his men brought him and they went on their way, taking their injured and dead with them. The situation settled Dean glanced to Sam, noticing he had just a cut on his face. Then he set to extinguishing the fire and helping out the injured so Sam would care to them at best as he could. Dean didn't notice blue eyes trailing his movements from afar.

The next day, they didn't pack. Instead they all gathered around the casket.

*** Now ***

It had been a few days since they had arrived in the Madjai's village. They had all been gathered in the same house and where never ever left without a guard. Not that Dean minded particularly… some of them were women after all.

Dean had been hitting on a pretty Madjai's girl as Sam pored above a book, trying to find a way to stop Lucifer, when the shooting started. Cas, who had been watching them from afar, eyes guarded, all business like, ordered them to stay put and went to investigate. The pretty girl, Anna, pushed in their hands some swords, mentioning that bullets didn't do much to a mummy while sword at least could chop off members and so slow it down a tad.

"You have to join the others," requested Cas, his voice not betraying anything.

He grabbed Dean and Sam's arms and pushed them forward. The little dude really was stronger than he looked! Dragging his feet, Dean still had no choice but to go toward the house they shared with Crowley and co. Anna was already gone, having headed for the front line the moment Cas had came back, motioning him toward the house.

"What's going on?"

"It seems Lucifer's priests are here to get your friends"

"What? Hadn't they been like mummified alive?"

"Precisely"

Dean never thought they were safe staying in the Madjai's village. He wasn't that optimistic. However he had never imagined they would have to deal with a small army of frigging mummies! Gordon and Brady were already out of the house, Uriel yelling at them to get back inside.

"Castiel!" he called.

"We are surrounded. Our priority is to prevent them from taking our charges. Anna went to push them back with the rest of our garrison, her orders are to stay put."

Uriel didn't seem that pleased but he nodded, pulling out his sword. Gordon and Brady looked restless, Crowley, until now still in the house, went to them, two long strings of ammo crossed around his chest and one impressive gun in hand. If close enough, one blast could certainly sever a member.

"I'm not staying here and wait for death!" suddenly yelled Gordon, "I'm going to the front to kill those things!"

"You stay put," hissed Uriel.

Gordon didn't even spare him a look. As he moved to leave, Castiel stepped in front of him. Gordon shove him but the Madjai didn't move an inch, his legs locked into place as would a very stubborn horse.

"You are to stay here," he firmly ordered.

"Watch out!" warned Sam.

He pushed Dean out of the way just as a mummy crawled out of the ground, moaning pitifully. Dean shot it clean in the head but that didn't seem to do much. In seconds they were surrounded with more undead. They moved strangely, slightly bent, as if forever frozen in excruciating agony. Then everyone was shooting.

"Dean," greeted Cas as they ended up back to back.

Cas' falcon was fighting with them, clawing at the mummy to give the human times to get out of reach. Taking Cas' cue Dean started aiming for the mummy's legs, slowly them down a great deal. It was pretty horrific to notice that even severed the members still tried to trip or grab them. The head tried to bite and the headless body just aimlessly reached for people. Dean kicked a mummy in the stomach, sending it stumbling backward and searched for his brother who was holding his own a little farther, Crowley not far from him, blasting anything too close. The little bugger had perfectly understood staying close to Sam would benefit him, but then he watched Sam's back so it was ok.

As he heard a grunt and a bird cry, he turned to see Cas lying on the ground, a mummy sitting on him and fully intending to smash his head with a stone. He swiftly cut one arm and shot it in the side, which destabilized the thing and made him collapse on the side, its stone rolling away. Cas pulled himself back on his feet just in time to sever two arms that had nearly grabbed Dean from behind. He kicked the crawling members away with his sword.

"We can't keep on like that," complained Dean.

"Indeed."

Uriel had found a way, a painstaking one, but still one. He smashed the mummy bits to pieces with a huge stone while Gordon and Brady covered him. Burning could be a way too but it would take too much time and there was a high risk of people on their side being injured by an enflamed mummy grabbing them. Bombing them, as appealing at it sound, was far too risky in a village, further more they didn't have any bombs, they were all at the frontline.

"Dean"

Dean followed Cas' eyes and grinned. Clever dude. Some bags of fast drying concrete where stored on one of the houses straight roof. Cas extended his arm and his falcon landed on it seconds later, giving a fierce chirp. It took flight again after receiving his orders. Cutting and pushing their way through mummies, Dean reached the roof. He gathered all the bags on the appointed roof not far from them, and then opened them so it would be easy to empty them all when needed.

Uriel, Brady and Crowley having been informed of the plan helped Cas gather the mummies in a cul-de-sac, Cas serving as decoy. Gordon was ripping doors out with Sam and tying them together so they would have something to prevent the concrete from flowing away from the trap. All bits of still moving mummies and the full ones where all pretty well drawn together, Cas flat against a wall fighting them off. They still needed water.

That's when Cas' falcon arrived, water trailing behind him as he brought back a rubber pipe. Being suddenly watered didn't seem to trouble the undead. Brady kept them from escaping as Gordon, Crowley, Sam and Uriel slammed their makeshift huge door at the cul-de-sac entrance. They pushed the mummies back as far as they could, now helped by Brady since their enemies were behind the door. Cas had started climbing the wall, as best he could, using a knife to hold his body, kicking the things that grabbed his ankles.

Crowley left the other guys to hold the door in place and went to fetch more water. Dean started pouring the concrete. Soon the mummies were slowed down, the concrete like muck, getting them bogged down. Once he had a good part done, the mummies having concretes up to their knees, he bent down, grabbed Cas' outstretched hand and got him out, helping him pull off grabbing hands and fingers, throwing them back with their owners. Together they went back to pouring concrete, Crowley and Cas' falcon dealing with the water. Once it reached above the mummies head, they stopped and went to help the other hold the door in place. It had to weight a ton!

The concrete would solidify in 30 minutes, enough to hold on its own, it wouldn't be unbreakable far from it but certainly strong enough to prevent mummies from moving, a week later it would be perfectly solid. The neat trick was it would solidify from the top too, preventing their enemies from moving out. To be on the safe side they started gathering furniture from the houses pilling them against the door. Once sure they it would hold, they smiled to each other, happy after a battle well done.

"Let's go help the others," urged Gordon, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"No, we have to keep you safe," objected Cas.

He was tending to his injuries with bits of his dark outfit, tearing the fabric to turn them into makeshift bandages. He was truly a force to be reckoned with. Even if he looked exhausted, covered in dust, grim and blood, he was still thinking straight and ready for duty. Dean could admire that in a guy.

"Sam you ok?" he asked, looking his little brother up and down to be sure.

"Yeah, you?"

"Peachy"

Gordon and Brady were still arguing with Cas and Uriel when a scream, coming from the house they were supposed to stay in, reached them. Without a word they all dashed to the place, poor Andy had been left alone there! But it wasn't any stray mummy that had gotten the drop on him. It was none other than Lucifer, sucking the dude dry with a kiss.

They barely had time to take the scene in that Bella, freaking Bella! slammed the door shut in their face. Cas spun around shoving Gordon and Brady back with a push from his palms on their chest.

"Go. Now," he ordered.

Crowley was already on his way to safety. Andy's screams of agony seemed to motivate Brady to follow suit. Gordon didn't seem to want to follow suit. Cas and Uriel didn't give him the choice, bodily forcing him away from the scene. In the mean time Sam and Dean were trying to break down the door.

Well more like Dean hurting his shoulder against that fucking door for nothing while Sam actually managed to make it shake with each hit. Not fair. Finally with a loud noise the door gave way. It was already too late. Andy was but a dry skeletal corpse. Bella had escaped by the window. Lucifer was looking a bit more fleshy.

Lucifer was looking at them. Lucifer crunched on the beetle roaming on this face that had the bad idea of going into the gaping hole in his jaw. Lucifer was coming toward them. Dean stepped in front of Sam, shielding him unconsciously. Then they started emptying bullets into him. That didn't slow him down.

Behind him he heard sounds of running, he barely registered that Cas had came back. He kinda had Lucifer right in front of him. He stabbed him with his sword, for all the good it did he could have saved himself the trouble. Seconds later he was sent flying away, his back colliding harshly with the wall.

"Dean!" screamed Sam, trying to sever the mummy's leg with bullets, to no avail.

But Sam didn't have time to glanced at his brother, Lucifer was coming at him and even if Sam was taking huge steps backwards with his giant legs, he was going to reach him soon. Cas was at his side immediately, sword drown and ready. Uriel right next to him.

"Uriel," said Cas slightly taken aback that his brethren had followed him.

"I'm not leaving you," replied the other Madjai.

If Dean hadn't been so busy trying to pick himself up from the floor, he might have spared a moment to think that maybe Uriel wasn't such a dick. Dean's sword was still in Lucifer's stomach, visibly not bothering him at all. That is until Cas grabbed it and torn half of his side by pulling it out. With a roar of anger Lucifer gave him a backward slap, the Madjai preventing most of the injury by following the move instead of holding his ground then rolling away with the momentum.

Sam and Uriel used that opportunity to try a combined attack. Uriel's arm gave a telltale sound of bone snapping as the mummy yanked him out of this way. Sam cut his hand to try and protect Uriel. He gulped loudly down as Lucifer merely picked it up and it reattached itself.

Despite that, Sam placed himself in front of the door. They couldn't let Lucifer get out of the house and after Crowley, Brady and Gordon. He wouldn't allow it to happen. But it seemed the mummy had other plans. He grabbed him by the throat, lifted him from the floor as if he weight nothing at all and slammed him against the nearest hinged section.

"Sam, zesfj mpodsf lfksjezif fsodf"

Sam gave an undignified and whizzed sound as a replied. Then Lucifer smirked as much as his half formed mouth could allow and leaned forward. Sam's eyes went wide as he understood Lucifer was trying to kiss him! He was full on freaking out; trying to prey Lucifer's choking hands apart, kicking at him. And then their lips collided…

"Humph!" protested Sam.

Nothing happened. His life wasn't being sucked away...

"Eat this!" yelled Dean as he shoved his gun against the half formed skull and shoot.

That effectively blew half of Lucifer's face, Cas using that opportunity to cut both his arms to free Sam. Lucifer seemed surprised, which gave them just enough time to hurry the hell out. They didn't manage to go very far before he was coming at them again. But he didn't reach them because Uriel, who had apparently exited via the windows during all the commotion, appeared just then brandishing a cat.

Dean had barely the time to think: a cat? What the fuck? That Lucifer was pulling away, screaming in fear and turning into sands and disappearing in a tornado.

"What the…"

"Cats are the guardians of the underworld. He will fear them till he's fully regenerated," explained Cas.

"Why did Lucifer seem particularly interested in you?" asked Uriel, his little eyes crunching even more as he peered at him suspiciously.

"I believe it is in relation to what he told him," replied Cas as he gently prod his brethren's arm, before starting to put it in a makeshift sling.

"What did he say?"

Dean glanced at Sam. He would have to get started on Egyptian one of those day. By the look of his brother it wasn't good news.

"You saved me from the undead, I thank you," quoted Cas, nice enough to translate it so Dean would understand, "and then he kissed him but nothing happened, he didn't start to wither away.".

But Dean didn't notice that small kindness. All he cared about was how Sam was now in danger. The cat was out of the bag now and something told him the mummy wasn't the only thing they would have to worry about.

To be continued?