I hadn't planned on changing Demon Dean back to human but as I was writing, I suddenly wanted him to change back but I had no idea how to. And then I had inspiration from Doris of Meet the Robinsons. Made sense to me. If you haven't seen that movie you won't know what I'm talking about so go see it. If you have then awesome, you know what I'm talking about.
Even though Dean hadn't known Abby for a long time, he knew her enough that the breakdown on the phone wouldn't last long. After admitting Abaddon had somehow grabbed Jack, she'd completely shut down to the point where Jesse had taken the phone away, telling them that they'd be at the bunker in the morning.
Dean and Sam exchanged glances, both coming to the same silent conclusion. Sleep could wait, Jack needed them now. Moving as one the brothers turned and marched their way to the library, ready to look through every book, file, and scroll that had anything to do with demons and Knights of Hell.
Reaching the library Dean made his way toward the Demon section, grabbing two armfuls of books from the first shelf and hauling them back to one of the library tables, sliding half the books to Sam. They had no idea they'd been followed.
"I'll get started on some demon bombs." Kevin turned around, heading back toward the living quarters, no doubt searching for the notebook that held the recipe for said spell.
"I'll start on demon-specific hex bags. We'll need to be completely hidden from them if we plan on rescuing Jack." Cas was gone, on his way down a hallway toward the supply rooms.
Dean exchanged another look with Sam, surprised by the involvement from both Cas and Kevin. The two brothers hadn't been sure how much Abby and her son had bonded with the non-hunter members of their group but apparently enough that they were forgoing sleep in preparation for what was to come.
It was several hours later that Dean got a text message from Ezal. They would be there in a few minutes.
Looking at all the printouts, Dean hoped that their research would be helpful. There wasn't a whole lot on Knights of Hell, but the brothers had tracked down demon omens for the past week. These would be likely places that Abaddon would have stashed Jack. The only problem was that there were over a dozen omens within the continental US and over fifty worldwide. There was no telling which site held Abaddon, and Dean was pretty sure she'd planned it that way.
A pounding on the bunker door had all four men jolting in their tasks. Kevin had ran out of a few ingredients for the demon bombs, only having enough to make sixteen, hoping that with the angels' help he could make more. So Kevin had finished that and was now working with Cas on making hex bags that would hide them from demons on the chance that they'd have to storm whatever hideout Abaddon was using.
Sam was looking at any surveillance video close enough to each omen, trying to find a hint of Abaddon or Jack. So far nothing. Dean had begun restocking his rock salt ammo and setting up gallon after gallon of salty holy water. Hearing the harsh knock, Dean exchanged a glance with the others before standing and making his way up the stairs to open the door for their guests.
He was anticipating a fuming Abby to be the first thing he saw when he opened the heavy door but instead he was met with Ezal, drenched in red and black substances carrying an equally colored and unconscious Abby in his arms.
"Sam!" Dean called, tucking his arms under Abby's shoulders and knees when Ezal passed her to him as the medic reached back, picking up the form of a dark blonde woman leaning against the wall just outside the door.
Sam met him at the bottom of the stairs, first aid kit at the ready but suddenly handed it to Kevin. "Dean, give me Abby. Ezal's hurt."
Dean gave Abby to his brother, turning to see Ezal struggling to make it down the staircase, the woman swaying dangerously in his arms. Blood dripped from a gash on the side of his head and a large bloody patch of shirt clung to his torso.
"Let me see her Ezal." Not waiting for an answer Dean took the woman from him, readjusting his grip and making it down the stairs, leaving Kevin to ease a shoulder under Ezal's arm for support.
Without asking Cas had cleared the closest table of paper work and hex bags, eyes tight as he took in Abby's bloody form when Sam placed her on the flat surface, the blonde woman in Dean's arms joining the brunette.
"What the hell happened Ezal?" Dean was gently taking off the red and black patched jacket from Muriel's body, remembering her from when Cas had been grabbed by Malachi's people. There were several bloody slashes on her jacket in various places that Dean was concerned about.
"There…was an fight." Ezal's voice was strained as he hobbled his way, with Kevin's help, to Dean's side. "We were about to…make our way here when the demons…attacked."
Reaching out, Ezal placed two fingers to Muriel's forehead, intent on healing her. After pressing against her skin for a few seconds, the blonde woman gasped, eyes popping open as she sat up at the same time Ezal stumbled back, only staying upright with Kevin's help.
"Theo! Theo!" Muriel, her eyes wide and frantic, immediately began looking around the room. She noticed Abby unconscious next to her, before her eyes swiveled to Ezal. "Ezal."
"Here Kevin." Cas tucked a chair behind Ezal's knees, Muriel hopping down from the table to help the prophet settle Ezal into the offered chair.
"What about Abby, Ezal?" Sam kept his eyes on the tiny woman, worried about the amount of blood and black tar-like liquid on her. Nearly the whole left side of her jacket was drenched in both substances, with a good amount staining the front of her shirt. Whipping a thumb through the black fluid Sam's eyebrows quirked. This was…hellhound blood?
"She's uninjured, Sam." Ezal held a hand to his own forehead, a slight glow coming from under his palm. Pulling away, Dean noticed the gash was gone. "The blood isn't hers."
"Wait, Ezal. Let me." Muriel placed a hand on Ezal's side, the glow bright and seeping into his shirt. She took her hand away, nodding at the Rit Zien.
Ezal looked up at the blonde angel with a slow nod. "Thank you Muriel." He fell into unconsciousness after that.
"Ezal?"
Muriel placed two fingers on Ezal's head, eyes closed. "If he had healed himself, he would have used up nearly all his grace. That's incredibly dangerous. This way he still has enough to self-heal. His vessel might wake up in his place though, that's how weak he is right now."
"What happened Muriel?" Dean needed to know what the hell happened, with Jack's abduction and the demon attack.
Four pairs of eyes were trained on her but Muriel shook her head at the request. "I'd like to get Abby and Ezal taken care of first, then we can talk."
~~~SPN~~~
Muriel had Sam place Abby in her old room, the men leaving so she could get Abby changed out of her bloody clothes but also Muriel's own tainted clothing. Considering how small both women were only Kevin's clothes would fit either of them. Ezal was placed in Andrew's room, Dean having to give up some of his clothes for the angel. It was only then that Muriel, fresh clothed and sitting in the middle of the library, was able to tell them what happened.
"We had been moving Abby and Jack around every few days, making sure they had hex bags on them. The inside of the car was completely covered with Enochian sigils, all of them meant to hide them from both angels and demons. Those of us with vessels were tasked with guarding Jack and Abby while vessel-less angels covered the entire group."
"If they were so well protected and hidden, then how did Abaddon find them?" Sam's knee was bouncing, not wanting to hear what happened, wanting to be doing something, be out there looking for Jack but he knew that they needed to hear what happened, so that they could be prepared.
"Jack had lost one of his toys, a small monster truck, a few months back. He suddenly found it at one of the old motel rooms Abby had used before. Abby figured it had fell out of one of their bags and was left behind, so she didn't think anything of it. She had only gone back to pick up a few things she'd left behind."
"The demons somehow planted it." Sam noticed the concentrated look on his brother's face, taking in the information. No doubt Dean was making up different plans based on what Muriel was saying.
"Yes, there was a tracking spell on the toy. We didn't know until after the attack." Muriel looked down. "Abby destroyed the small truck afterward."
Sam could understand why. The toy, something Jack cherished and a gift from Abby no doubt, led to his abduction. "What happened? When they came for Jack?"
Muriel's eyes became distant, remembering. "We were in Colorado, Hotchkiss to be exact when they attacked. We'd been staying at a small cabin up one of the trails when the entire town was enveloped in a large black cloud of demons. Two hundred and forty-six demons attacked. For every one demon killed three more replaced it. The fighting spilt into the woods but that's when they separated us. It got worse when the hellhounds and Daevas arrived."
Sam suppressed a shudder. He remembered hellhounds pretty clearly. They had killed his brother and Jo, caused Ellen to blow up herself when they were going after Lucifer all those years ago. He remembered killing one for the trials. Luckily he hadn't had to deal with Daevas after that first time with Meg. Chances are Abaddon had been the one controlling them.
"The fighting was bad enough that Ruth had to leave Abby, needing to take care of the Daevas and hellhounds. Abby didn't go down though, she fought back as good as she got, taking out a good number of demons and hellhounds on her own. It was when Abaddon stepped in that the tides turned. She killed Titus and Julia, who had been guarding Jack, grabbed the child and then mortally wounded Abby. She disappeared after that."
Sam looked over at the doorway where the bedrooms were. According to Ezal Abby was fine. There was more to the story, had to be. "And afterward?"
Muriel looked down at her fingers, gathering her thoughts. "As soon as Abaddon had Jack, right when she vanished, the fighting stopped. The hellhounds and Daevas all disappeared and the demons as well. Left their human hosts and just took off. We thought it was over." She was quiet, her eyes taking on a distant look.
"It was right after Abby talked to you that we were hit with a second wave. Mostly Daevas and hellhounds, a few high-powered demons loyal to Abaddon. They concentrated on Abby, so we formed a barrier around her. One of the demons managed to recreate the banishing sigil, so many of us were forced away. That's when Ruth gave the order to retreat, she would take care of the rest. But so far I only know that Ezal, Abby, and myself made it here."
A loud crash echoing from the hallway jolted everyone from their discussion, the group turning to the doorway as Ezal stumbled into the room. Except it wasn't Ezal. Gone was the serious look of the medic and in its place was a frantic man they had never met. He eyed everyone, really looked at them before he settled his gaze on Muriel. As soon as he saw the angel he strode forward, foreign words flying out of his mouth with Muriel answering back in his native tongue.
Listening, Sam knew the language was Japanese but he didn't have the faintest idea of what was being said, however considering the speed the man was talking and the jerky hand gestures, it was important. After a few minutes Muriel was able to calm the man, both turning to look at their group.
"This is Mamoru. He's Ezal's vessel."
All around the four men nodded their greetings, with Kevin being the only one who stepped forward to shake Mamoru's hand. The Japanese man looked around the library for a second before turning to Muriel again, words spilling from his mouth. Sam was able to catch Abby's name mixed in with the foreign language and found himself curious about what was being said.
"He's asking about Abby, if she is okay and if she is awake or not," provided Cas, head tilted as he watched the two converse.
"You know Japanese?"
Cas looked over at Dean, "Yes, as an angel I knew every language spoken. The knowledge stayed with me when I became human."
A new voice joined the conversation between Muriel and Mamoru, the woman in question entering from the same hallway Ezal's vessel had used. Instantly the entire group surrounded the brunette.
"You okay?"
Abby nodded at Kevin, her face blank and somber. Sam decided right then that Abby frowning was one of the saddest things he'd ever seen. The expression was unnatural on the young woman's face.
Another pounding knock from the bunker door caused Sam to react instinctually, wrapping an arm around Abby's waist and tugging her safely behind him, his other hand already gripping the demon killing knife. However unlikely, if a demon managed to make it past the bunker's defenses, it was gonna have to deal with him if it wanted to grab Abby. And he played to win.
Dean stood at the front of the group, angel blade out and ready. He sent a glance to Sam, who nodded at him in response. His older brother took the cue and Sam watched as Dean made his way cautiously up the staircase.
Seeing movement from the others Sam found Muriel, Cas, and Mamoru all suddenly armed with angel blades, ready to take on whatever was at the door. Kevin shuffled next to Sam, two glass containers in his hands. Demon bombs. Well, if a demon came through that door, he was in for a few surprises.
Hearing the squealing of metal Sam looked up as Dean pushed open the door, allowing the visitors to stumble through the archway.
"Theo!" Muriel was already making her way up the stairs, the others following her. Reaching the balcony Sam spotted the larger angel, blood trailing down his pain-twisted face and one of his hands clutching at his side, blood staining his shirt.
There was another angel, one Sam had never met, that had her shoulder under Theo's arm to help steady him as they walked through the door. The woman was roughly the same size as Muriel and her features pointed toward possible Native American or even Inuit but he couldn't be sure. Straight ebony hair was pulled back in a pony tail, one of her arms bleeding. As soon as Muriel reached them, she greeted the new angel with the name Adriel.
"Auron," alerted Abby, opening the door wider for the male angel that entered behind Theo. Again Sam didn't recognize this angel but his vessel bore a striking resemblance to Adriel, leading Sam to think that the two vessels were related. In Auron's arms was a small brunette, even tinier than Abby, also unconscious. The new comers were also drenched in red and black blood.
Getting the group settled took a bit more time than Muriel's bunch, considering the amount of angels that had just arrived. Adriel and Auron had recently acquired their vessels, Chinook twins from Oregon while the tiny pixie-like brunette was Tabitha, or Tab as Abby had called her, her vessel a Broadway performer from New York.
Once everyone was settled and healed, Abby took the initiative. "So we have a plan yet?"
Sam glanced over Dean before he spoke, "We have the weapons needed but we need to find Abaddon first and see where she's holed up. After that we can plan out our strategy."
"I know where she's at."
Sam didn't have to look to know that Dean's head had snapped toward Abby, same as him. "You do?"
"Abby…" Muriel's voice was a mix of sympathy and a slight warning, like trying to scold a child who had already been told twice.
Abby threw a small glare at Muriel before turning to the brothers, her tone of voice displaying confidence. "Yes."
She was good but Sam could see the small flash of uncertainty on Abby's face. Sam stepped closer, keeping his voice low, "How sure Abby?"
The small woman gave another glare to Muriel before her face fell. "I don't have any proof, just a feeling. She's at my house. My old house, from when I was a kid."
Abby locked eyes with Sam, and he got the message clearly. The same house where her mom had been attacked and killed when she was five. Hmmm…
"We need to know for sure," spoke Dean, grabbing the map printouts of various demon omens. "Where was your old house?"
Abby stepped forward, "A few miles west of Juarez."
"Mexico?"
"Yeah. Why?" questioned Abby when seeing Sam's eye brows raised. The taller man was a bit surprised but it was fine. It also made sense for her to get away from her old home, especially if demons were after you.
"Nothing," Sam defended himself as Dean found the printout for that area. Nothing.
"The closest demon activity we got is Tucson, San Antonio, and further south in Monterrey. Nothing close to Juarez." Dean's eyes were soft, watching as Abby's face saddened.
"I know Jack's there. He has to be."
Sam grabbed at her shoulders, compelled to comfort her when hearing the quiver in her voice. "Abby, we'll find him. And we'll get him back." He could see the tears building up, adding shine to butterscotch eyes.
"I need a minute." Abby gently wiggled out of Sam's grasp, moving around him and back towards the hallway that lead to the bed rooms.
Sam's feet twitched, wanting to follow but Theo managed to step into his line of vision, shaking his head at the younger Winchester. "Leave her for now."
Sam nodded at him but his eyes stayed locked on the doorway Abby had disappeared down. In the background he could hear Dean asking more questions to the angels but Sam couldn't look away.
He wasn't the only one.
~~~SPN~~~
Abby was upset. And when she was upset she did one of two things, depending on her surroundings. She destroyed things, like a tree or punching bags, or even empting out her magazines into Jesse or Ezal's stomach. The other thing was pacing. And not just any normal pacing. Aggressive, sharp pacing. Considering she was in her assigned bedroom within the bunker, it seemed pacing was her only option. Although her eyes strayed to her shoulder holster that lay on her desk every now and then. Step, step, step, step, step, turn, step, step, step, step, step. Repeat. It was all for not, though. All the pacing in the world wouldn't help her right now.
Because why? Abby had two main weaknesses. Family and friends. Such weaknesses had gotten her into trouble before but nothing of this magnitude. If only she was stronger than Jack would have been safe. The thing was, Abby didn't know if all this was on purpose. Did Abaddon really want Jack or was she after a bigger fish? Using Jack as bait would certainly get her several large fish. Hell, nearly all those fish were in the bunker. But she wouldn't necessarily be losing if she had Jack. Unless Abaddon was going for double or nothing.
It didn't help any. Abby was sure she'd be able to get to Jack but definitely not in the smartest way. That's what was making Abby pause. Abaddon could do some damage if she had Jack but if she had Abby? The brunette in question shivered at the thought. But was Jack, tiny three year old Jack, worth her safety? No. She needed a way to get to Jack, close enough to maybe free him somehow so he could run while she distracted Abaddon with herself.
That plan was suicide and Abby was sure that the boys, not to mention Ruth, would yell at her if she offered it. Which is why she kept it to herself. But she did have an ace in the hole. Something only Ruth and herself knew about that could save Jack and maybe even take out Abaddon, but it was also very risky. For herself and a whole lot of other people. It was also the reason why Ruth had been hiding Abby from anyone's eyes.
~Momma?~
Abby's head snapped up, eyes wide and roving about her bedroom. Was that…
~Momma?~
Tears were falling before Abby was aware of it. Wiping them away Abby settled herself on her bed, eyes closed and forcing her breathing to slow down. This type of link had worked before with Jack, but only with short distances. Did that mean he was close or really tapping into his abilities?
~Jackie…?~
~Momma!~
Shoulders shaking, Abby covered her mouth from crying at loud in relief, tears streaming down her cheeks.
~Jackie, sweetheart, are you hurt? Where are you? Mom will come get you.~
~I'm okay. Lookie.~
Abby waited as an image began forming in her head. The picture was a little hazy, Jack had been having trouble with sending mental images or live viewing but Abby knew what she was looking at.
Swinging legs sitting on a chair within a kitchen, windows placed too high for Jack to reach, with two doors. Two men, demons from the grotesque looking faces, stood on either side of said doors, guarding the possible escape routes. In the background, the sound of high heels grew closer until Abaddon in all her red-haired demon-faced glory looked into the room, smiling in a sickly, sweet way at him for a second before continuing on.
Abby held back a growl when seeing the kitchen. It might have been twenty something years ago, but she knew every room in that house, especially that kitchen. The same kitchen her mother was killed in. Abaddon was going to pay.
~Jackie, don't worry, I'm coming to get you. Okay?~
~I know Ma. I'm not scared.~
The link severed and Abby didn't realize her palms were bleeding from how deep her nails were digging into her skin until she opened her shaking fists.
Taking deep breaths Abby worked to calm herself. What she was about to do was gonna piss everyone off, make her look stupid but she didn't care. All bets were off when Jack was even looked at funny, let alone taken. At least this way she would be able to keep the others safe. For now what she needed was a plan to get out of the bunker without anyone seeing or stopping her. But she also needed a few things that would help in the long run. The good news was that those items were here in the bunker, already made and set to go. Bad news? They were in the library, surrounded by ten other people. Crap.
Abby took another deep breath, slowly walking toward her bedroom door. Time to see if those four years of high school drama was worth it.
~~~SPN~~~
"A what!?"
"Sam!" Dean hissed, glancing sharply over his shoulder at the angels, Cas, and Kevin standing in the library. They didn't look in their direction. "Would you keep it down?"
"Dean, why didn't you say anything before?" Sam's hands wrung through his hair, reeling a bit from what Dean had just disclosed.
It had been roughly twenty-five minutes since Abby had left the room in near tears, leaving the library slightly ill at ease. Dean managed to get everyone to focus on finding Abaddon's hideout but Sam hadn't been able to pay attention.
Just five minutes ago he'd been spacing out, his mind playing with Abby's declaration when Dean had poked at his shoulder, beckoning him to a corner of the library, away from everyone else. Usually this type of behavior meant the revealing of critical information. And Dean had delivered.
Sam paused, thinking back on what he knew of Abby and Jack. He turned to Dean, "Just how sure are you Dean?"
Dean kept glancing over his shoulder. "Keep it down, I don't think the other angels even know. But I'm pretty sure. You should have seen her in Nebraska, Sam. She was throwing stuff around. She even got possessed, took back control and yanked the demon out herself. Like it was nothing."
Abby had been possessed? And she was able to take back control and pull the demon out of herself? Hmm…
Sam saw Cas look over in their direction, head titled. The younger Winchester smiled at him, waiting until their ex-angel friend turned away before continuing his conversation, "She yanked the demon out?"
"Yeah, it was kinda crazy. She had her hand over her mouth and just, somehow, pulled the demon out. Even forced it into a ball."
Sam was nodding slightly, thinking about Abaddon's obsession with Abby. "It makes sense. Having someone like Abby on your side can mean a near guarantee win. Not to mention easily destroy the angels. But considering how powerful Abby might be, Abaddon would need to go after someone who would be easier to control which is why she grabbed Jack. Thing is, we have no idea just how powerful a Cambion is, not to mention a quarter Cambion."
Dean was nodding along with him, agreeing to what he was saying. "Another problem is that I don't think the other angels know. Ruth said not to tell anyone and she hasn't mentioned it in front of the others."
Both Winchesters looked over at the angels standing around in the bunker's library, talking amongst themselves. Considering the way Cas reacted to Jesse those years ago, it was safe to say that Abby and Jack's demonic heritage needed to be kept under wraps. For now.
"Sam."
A subtle swat from Dean brought Sam's attention to Abby, who had entered the library again, this time a look of determination on her face. Sam had to guess, she wanted to make sure she didn't look weak again.
With a wary glance at each other, Sam and Dean reached Abby just as she stopped at one of the tables, looking over the hex bags Cas put together. The former angel had made nearly thirty bags, enough for Ruth's garrison and for their group in the event that they would have to attack Abaddon's hideout to rescue Jack.
Sam watched as Abby lifted one of the small leather bags, turning it this way and that, golden eyes narrowed in her study.
Sam felt his brother stop a few feet back as the taller hunter eased himself next to Abby. "Cas made them. They'll hide us from demons. That way we can sneak up on Abaddon when we go get Jack."
Abby nodded at Sam's words, dropping the small pouch back with the mass of leather bags, her eyes straying to the glass containers one table over. "And these?"
"Demon bombs," spoke Sam, following Abby as she moved over to the next table, reaching for one of the glass jars. "We smash these on the ground and destroy any demons with the blast."
Abby nodded again, taking a step away from the table. "Thank you." She looked up at Sam, her eyes straying over his shoulder where he was sure Dean stood a few feet back. "Really. Thank you."
Sam nodded silently, feeling Dean come up next to him as Abby walked away, exiting the library and settling herself into one of the chairs in the war room.
"We might need to keep an eye on her."
Sam glanced over at Dean, "You think she'll take off on her own?"
"Her son's been kidnapped by a demon and she might be able to kill said demon? Yeah, I'm pretty sure she'll try it."
"Look." Sam nudged at his brother, both watching as Cas approached the quiet brunette.
"Uh-oh."
"What?" asked Sam, looking back and forth between Dean and the duo across the room. Cas wore a sympathetic expression while Abby's shoulders grew tense.
"Just…be ready."
~~~SPN~~~
Castiel watched Sam speak with Abby, their voices soft as the younger hunter seemed to be pointing out the hex bags and demon bombs to the brunette. The former warrior of God had been watching when Abby left the first time, after finding out there were no demons near her childhood home, a place she was sure Abaddon was hiding at. Dean had taken over at that point, getting everyone to focus on finding the red-haired demon and coming up with various plans for the rescue attempt.
It was near half an hour later when Abby, silent but determined, walked back into the library, ignoring the looks from the angels and humans. Sam and Dean had approached the young mother after their talk in the corner, which had managed to capture Cas' interest, but he dismissed it with Sam's assuring smile. Now Abby walked away from the brothers, seating herself at the illuminated table in the war room, a finger tracing the lines of Russia.
Castiel wasn't sure what his feelings about Abby were. As he was no longer a angel, Castiel couldn't get a clear read on her soul or any specific energy that would reveal more to him. However there was something faintly familiar about her that poked and prodded at his mind. Especially her golden eyes. But it wasn't just her.
He hadn't seen much of the young child when mother and son had stayed at the bunker, as Abby had made an effort for Jack and herself to avoid Castiel but when he had seen Jack, the boy tugged at something within Castiel. The pale blue eyes and dark blonde hair bothered him, because he knew those features. Even the barest hint of dimples the boy displayed when he smiled. These were all features Castiel knew but he couldn't place them. But he'd seen the love displayed between the two and he was saddened by the abduction. No mother should have to deal with such a loss.
Which was why Castiel quietly approached Abby, even though he had a feeling she wouldn't really welcome him.
"I'm sorry. About Jack."
Even though Abby had paused in her continental tracing of Australia when Castiel had first spoken, he was positive she was ignoring him. She moved onto New Zealand after a few seconds.
"Sam and Dean, they're good men. I can promise you that they will get Jack back. With every fiber of their being they will get him back."
Still she was silent, although Abby's finger had stopped its outlining of the map, so Castiel knew she was at least listening.
"The angels as well as Kevin and myself will be doing all we…" Head tilting, Castiel grew confused when Abby gave a soft chuckle. With all he had learned from Dean and Sam, he was positive the laugh was sarcastic.
She stood up, her lips pulling into a mocking smirk, and took a step forward all the while whispering, "You stay away from my family."
Castiel's eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why the tiny woman was upset. "I don't understand. I just want to help."
Cold golden eyes narrowed at him, her lips curling in a bitter smile. "You want to help? You want me to trust you and let you help get Jack back? Well, guess what Castiel?" Abby took another step forward, causing the former angel to take a half step back. Abby didn't seem to notice how the other chairs were slowly lifting into the air, a static charge building in the small room. "I wouldn't trust you with my family if you were the last thing on this planet." Abby leaned in a bit closer, growling, "I mean, look at the fantastic job you've done with my family so far."
At that moment Sam and Dean entered, pushing themselves between Abby and Castiel but it didn't matter. Abby huffed, untangling herself from Sam's restricting arms and walking away again, the chairs crashing back down to the floor from their levitation as she headed back toward the living quarters, dodging a concerned Theo and giving an excuse to cool down while Dean slapped at Castiel's shoulder.
"You okay?"
The dark-haired man snapped out of his daze, seeing both Winchesters staring at him with worry, although Sam did glance in the direction of Abby's escape.
"Yes. I'm…I'm fine."
He wasn't. He had seen it in her eyes, right at the end of Abby's words to him, that Castiel now understood her aversion, her need to keep Jack away from him. He had found another person to seek redemption from.
~~~SPN~~~
Well, that could have gone better. Abby shrugged, placing the angel blade in the makeshift sheath she had designed for her boots. That was really the only reason she was now wearing these ridiculously knee-high shoes. Concealing weapons was the only saving grace to these things, if not Abby would have burned them a long time ago.
Shoving another blade into the opposite shoe, Abby ran through her mental lists. Being who she was Abby didn't need a whole lot of weapons due to the fact that she was a weapon but having the blades was security. She had considered swiping the Demon-killing knife that Sam and Dean were fond of but she figured they needed it more than she did. Plus it might piss them off.
Pulling out the small leather pouch from her jacket pocket, Abby studied the hex bag one more time, making sure it was like the others Castiel had made, just slightly improved. She hadn't had much practice with replicating things but this hex bag seemed near perfect. Well, it had to be, the second bag in her jacket was for Jack.
Taking a deep breath, Abby focused on the red motorcycle in front of her. This was the only way to get the motorcycle mobile without actually starting it. She had caught sight of the first motorcycle but it had a ridiculously high windshield and saddle bags, not really Abby's taste. Plus the seat was too high for her. But the red Eliminator just a few spots down was more simple in design, no windshield or saddle bags so Abby staked her claim. Both feet touching the floor when she sat on it helped her decision too.
With little effort Abby had the three-hundred plus pound vehicle up in the air, tugging it along as she made her way to the large garage door that lead to the outside entrance. Keeping focus on the bike, Abby pushed opened the doors, winching when they gave a groan. She held still, waiting if someone would come investigating the noise but it seemed her escape was going unnoticed. Risking a glance at her watch, Abby rushed out the doors, manipulating the bike along with her. She wasn't sure how long the spell would last but she didn't want to find out.
All in all it took about ten minutes to get to a reasonable distance, far enough that she could place the bike down and actually start it without alerting anyone. Considering it was daylight, Abby was incredibly lucky that the exterior garage entrance was secluded. How was she suppose to explain away a floating motorcycle? She was also hoping to be on her way before any more angels showed up but it seemed like her luck was holding.
Throwing a leg over the low seat, Abby applied the brake, ready to turned the key when she felt it. The small hint of a presence behind her that had Abby throwing an arm out, her telekinesis lashing out and grabbing hold. Bringing her clawed hand toward herself, Abby could hear the grunt of effort her shadow gave, dragging them down the road until they stood before her.
She released her grip with the flick of a wrist. "What the hell are you doing here?"
An eyebrow was raised at her. "Shouldn't I ask you that?"
Abby bit back a growl, applying the brake once more, intent on leaving when a hand grabbed at the motorcycle handlebar. Finally she jumped off the bike, large pieces of gravel rising from the ground along with her impatience.
"I'm not in the mood to play games right now."
Eyes narrowed at her. "I can't let you do this."
Abby barked a laugh. "I'd like to see you try."
There was an agreeing head nod to her remark. "It's no contest. Especially considering who, or maybe I should say, what you are."
The pieces of gravel fell to the ground, Abby taking a step back. She'd been running for so long, as soon as anyone mentioned what she was, flight was her immediate instinct. The knee-jerk reaction had saved her life many times before.
"Which is why I can't let you go. At least not alone."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "You wanna come with me? You're human. I mean, sure I'm half human but at least the other part can kick ass. But you?"
"I'm a trained fighter."
"But you're also just human."
"I brought something along to help. Plus I'm sure Abaddon has the place heavily warded so you're going to need at least a human to get into the hideout."
Abby scowled at him. Stupid logic. She didn't want to admit it but she was sure Abaddon had the house warded, even maybe specifically against her. Begrudgingly she did need him. Stupid condom concept.
"Fine," accepted Abby, nearly growling as she turned back to the bike. "Guess I'd rather have you and not need you then need you and not have you." She threw her leg over the seat again, jabbing a thumb to the back seat.
He took the hint, climbing on behind her, tightening his hold around her waist when the bike erupted to life, the entire frame shaking.
"Where are we going?"
Verifying that the motorcycle was in neutral, Abby shifted into first gear. "El Paso."
~~~SPN~~~
"Hey Dean, did you move some bombs?"
Dean looked up from his demon book, closing the chapter on Cambions as Kevin drew closer. He leaned back in his chair, looking around Kevin and catching sight of the table lined with glass jars. It looked about right. "I haven't touched them. Sixteen right?"
The prophet nodded but his face was worried. "I made sixteen but there's only thirteen jars."
"What?" Dean stood up, walking the few steps to reach their stash of demon bombs. Taking a few seconds Dean counted thirteen. "Are you sure you made sixteen?"
Kevin nodded. "Positive."
Turning to the rest of the room, Dean asked, "Anyone touch or move the demon bombs?"
He got various shaking heads before Tab stepped forward, "The only ones who've touched the jars since our arrival were Sam, Abby, and yourself." Just hearing her name and Dean knew who it was.
"Damn it Abby," he muttered. "Is Abby still in the bunker?" That was the main thing he needed to know.
"She's in her room," spoke Theo, his head tilted slightly. The other angels nodded their agreement.
Getting confirmation Dean stalked out the library, intent on catching Abby. He wasn't sure how she'd done it but she had managed to grab herself some bombs. Though he wasn't sure why she would need them if she could take out demons. Eleven-year old Jesse had been powerful enough to make demons leave their hosts with just a word, so how much more powerful was Abby?
Reaching the closed door, Dean gave a harsh knock. "Abby? Abby, open up." Seconds past, enough for Theo and Kevin to catch up to him. Dean glanced over at Theo. "You sure she's in there?"
The massive angel nodded. "I can sense her soul. She's in there."
Another loud knock. "Abby?" It was quiet, enough for Dean to worry. Gripping the door knob, Dean braced himself. A pissed off Abby with telekinetic abilities was something he didn't want to deal with. "Abby I'm coming in. Don't kill me."
Finding the door locked didn't surprise Dean but it did make him worry. Something was wrong. Kneeling down, Dean poked through the inner pockets of his over shirt, searching for his lock pick set. An arm reached out, touching the door knob with a single finger. A click was heard immediately and Theo pulled his arm away.
Dean looked up at the angel and shrugged. "That'll work."
Easing the door open, Dean's worry was justified. It was void of the small brunette but they did find something. On the back wall of Abby's bedroom was a glimmering, humming symbol. The bright crimson color gave an indication of what was used to draw it.
"It's Enochian." Theo drew closer, head tilted as his eyes traced the intricate lines. "It works as a decoy sigil. Using her own blood, Abby used this sigil to make it look like she was in the bunker." Waving a hand over the glowing symbol, the humming stopped and the light faded away.
"Can you sense her now that the sigil's been turned off?"
Theo looked up, his eyes far away before he looked over at Kevin, shaking his head, "No."
Dean knew it. He knew it! He told Sam that they would need to keep an eye on her. He wasn't sure how she managed to swipe some demon bombs when both Sam and him had been right there but she had. He was sure of it. Crap. Crap. Crap!
Hearing footfalls in the door way Dean spun to the new arrival. "Abby's gone. Took off. I knew it!"
"She's not the only one."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Identical colored eyes stared back. "We can't find Cas."
Well, this actually took me awhile to get out. Now I was gonna keep going for quite a bit more but I like how this ended. Did anyone guess that it was actually Castiel who followed Abby? Now, I'm thinking about bringing another old character back just because I loved them. Chances are I will. Let me know what you guys think! -Mez