Lazarus Rising
"Genna?" The voice spoke on the other line, a man's voice.
"Yeah?"
"It's me."
"Who's 'me'?" She asked with an attitude.
"Dean." She hung up. Seconds later, the phone rang again and she answered.
"Who is this?" She asked harshly.
"Gen, listen to me."
"This isn't funny. You call again and I'll kill you," she hung up.
Bobby walked into his living room with a glass of whiskey.
"Who was that?" He asked. She stared at the phone. She shook her head and put it in her pocket.
"No one." Bobby shrugged and sat down. It had been four months since they buried Dean, there was no way. She sat down and looked at Bobby.
"Pour me one, will ya?" She demanded.
"Pour your own damn glass," he snapped back at her. She sighed and got up to walk towards the kitchen. She poured herself a half glass and drank it in the kitchen. She took out her phone and opened her contacts. She looked at Adonia's named intently and rolled over the name. With hesitation, she pressed "talk". It only rang twice.
The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please hang up and try again. The voice said. She shut her phone angrily.
"Dammit, Addie."
Adonia drove without an acknowledged speed limit on the highway in her black Camaro, well, stolen Camaro. She didn't know where she was, but she knew she was in Indiana. Just one more state over from Sioux Falls, South Dakota. She was headed towards Illinois, just the opposite direction. A friend of hers asked for her help. Adonia didn't do much helping these days unless it was reckless. She grew to enjoy hunting the most dangerous creatures and not trusting anyone. When Dean died and Sam left, she left too. Her emotions shut down and she didn't care where she went. She just didn't want any part of any of it anymore. She hasn't communicated with Dare, Sam, or Bobby since then. Changed her name to an alias, Charlotte, and started putting her powers into use.
Now, 26, Adonia was completely different than she was 3 years ago, and even more different within the past 4 months. She gained physical powers that she couldn't even explain. She didn't even know where they came from. They resembled the same powers she conjured when facing the crossroad demon 2 and half years ago. She started picking up on Dean's old habits; fake credit cards, alias, stealing when necessary. She also developed her own habits; heavy drinking, less sleep, killing demons without worrying about the host, becoming more creative with her kills. She knew she was turning into a monster, but she didn't care. A part of her died 4 months ago and she didn't know whether she was going to get that part back. She thought the solution would be easy, simply picking up a phone and calling Genna or Sam, or even Bobby. God knows they've tried. Unfortunately, Sam gave up. Genna at least picked up the phone every once and a while; even though she knew her phone had been disconnected the entire time. It was the only thing she had left to do.
Genna, now 25, didn't exactly heal gently from the experience herself. Aftering growing so close to Dean, she was heavily impacted by his death. She still loved him, but not enough to want to be with him. I suppose you could say he was her best friend in a way. When Sam left, she knew that Adonia was all she had left on the road. Bobby wouldn't speak, but offered his home to them. But Genna knew that as she watched Adonia's eyes empty when Sam's car pulled away, that she had lost Adonia too. They fought worse than they ever had, the screaming and crying was unbarable. Adonia grabbed her things and walked towards the road to pick up a ride. Genna ran after her and grabbed her to force her to stay. Adonia shoved Genna down as hard as she could, tears in her eyes and anger in her veins.
"Don't you fucking touch me, Genavieve! I'm done!" She yelled to her. Instead of being crushed, Genna stood enough to grab Adonia around the waist and drive her into the ground. She sat on top of her.
"Don't you do this to me! I can't lose you too!" Genna yelled above her. Fists started flying and they rolled around in the dirt. It wasn't your typical girl fight. They each held their own and what they held was strong. Bobby ran out, grabbed Adonia and pulled her off of Genna. Adonia ripped her arms out of Bobby's grasp and fixed her jacket. She wiped the blood away from her nose and Genna stood as she wiped the blood off her mouth. Adonia snatched her bag up and headed down the road. That was the last time Genna saw Adonia or spoke to her. They both regretted what happened, but unlike Genna, Adonia just kept going.
Genna and Bobby became heavy drinkers. Genna tried working on jobs, but after completeing a few, she knew it wasn't the same. So, she gave up. She spoke to her parents once, but after she mentioned all that happened and they asked where she was, she simply said,
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine," and hung up. Every now and then, she would call and leave a message to let them know she was still alive, but she knew if she spoke to them, they would eventually find out where she was.
Someone started pounding on the door. Genna looked at Bobby, who was practically passed out in his chair. She rolled her eyes and walked towards the door. She opened it in complete shock.
"Surprise," Dean said with a sweet smile.
"I-I don't..." Genna took a step back in shock.
"Yeah, me neither," he entered the house, "but here I am." Genna grabbed a knife off the end table at took a swing at Dean. Dean grabbed her arm to stop her and pulled it behind her back. Before he could grab her other arm, she leaned back, elbowed him in the face, and pushed him away.
"Genna! Genna, it's me!" He stumbled into the next room. She held up the knife.
"My ass!" She stepped towards him and he put a chair between them.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait! Your name is Genavieve Dare Belacqua. You became a hunter when you were a teenager because you're parents are hunters. We used to date, but we became something even better, friends. Best friends. Gen, it's me." Dean stood slowly as Genna continued to watch him closely in shock, breathing heavily. She rolled the chair out of her way and walked towards Dean with her hand extended. She touched his shoulder and he was sure she believed him. Then she tried to strike again, but he grabbed her arms to hold her back.
"I'm not a shapeshifter!" He pleaded.
"Then you're a revenant!" He pushed her away and took the knife.
"If I was either, would I do this with a silver knife?" He took the knife and cut his arm, just on the surface. He bled as a human should, nothing out of the ordinary. He groaned slightly in pain.
"Dean?" She asked, puzzled, as if she had seen him for the first time.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you." He walked towards her. She pulled him into a hug and began crying. He held her tightly. They pulled away from each other.
"It's-it's so good to see you, Dean."
"Yeah, you too," he said holding back tears.
"But, how did you bust out?"
"Good question," Bobby said from the doorway. Dean looked over her shoulders to see him. They walked to each other and hugged like a son would his father after returning from the war.
"It is damn good to see you, boy," Bobby said to him.
"You too, Bobby."
"Now how did you bust out?" The three stood in the kitchen, each as dirty as the next guy.
"I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box..." He turned around and water splashed in his face, holy water. Genna sat the glass down. Dean spit out some water, irritated. He turned to look at her.
"I'm not a demon either, you know."
"Sorry. Can't be too careful," she said with a slight smile.
"That don't make a lick of sense," Bobby said as he followed Dean into the living room. Dean used a dish towel to wipe the water off of his face.
"Yeah. Yeah. You're preaching to the choir."
"Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit-" Dean interrupted Genna.
"I know. I should look like a "Thriller" video reject." Genna hesitated to ask, but she was curious.
"What do you remember?"
"Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it," Genna and Bobby sat down, "Sam's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not..."
"Oh, he's alive. As far as I know," Bobby responded.
"Good...wait, what do you mean, 'as far as you know'?"
"We haven't talked to him in months," Genna replied.
"You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?"
"He was dead set on it," Bobby defended.
"Bobby, you should've been looking for him," Dean was getting upset, but calm.
"We tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him, me, or Bobby... We had to bury you," Genna pointed out.
"Why did you bury me, anyway?"
"I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... Sam wouldn't have it."
"Well, glad he won that one."
"He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said." Dean looked at her quizzically.
"What do you mean?"
"He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found...just like Addie. Except, she wasn't exactly quiet when she left."
"Wait, she left too? Why?"
"After you died, it was obvious that it bothered her. It bothered all of us. But when Sam left, she flipped a switch. Fists went flying and she hitched a ride. Phone's been disconnected ever since. She could be dead for all I know."
"Genna-" Bobby called.
"Well, it could be true. I'm not going to sit around and tell myself she's not," she paused, "but knowing her, she's tough as nails." A tear appeared in her eye.
"Dammit..." Dean said in disappointment.
"What?" Bobby asked.
"Well, besides the situation, I have a feeling Sammy had something to do with this. Getting me back."
"What makes you so sure?"
"You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this," he pulled up his sleeve to reveal a branded handprint on his left shoulder. Genna stood in amazement, yet it looked familiar somehow. She stepped closer to the marking.
"What the hell?"
"Yeah, it was like a demon just yanked me out...or rode me out."
"But why?"
"To hold up their end of the bargain."
"You think Sam made a deal?" Bobby asked next to Genna.
"It's what I would have done."
Dean called "Arc Mobile" to get the gps activated on Sam's phone, or "his phone". Within a few seconds, they got it activated and he went over to the laptop to track him down. An empty whiskey bottle sat next to the computer.
"Hey, Genna? What's the deal with the liquor store? What, are your parents out of town or something?" Dean looked up to her as she leaned on the table, over the laptop.
"Like I said, these last few months haven't been easy," she said with sad eyes. He looked her in the eyes, seeing the pain in her eyes.
"Right," he said in a soft tone. She looked down, ashamed. The laptop began to beep and a red star started blinking on a location. Dean leaned back in surprise.
"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois."
"Right near where you were planted," Bobby noted.
"Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?"
They went to the Astoria Motel to find Sam and some young woman together. After some struggle and disbelief, Sam finally acknowledged his brother and asked Kathy, or Christie, to leave. They were all shocked to find out that Sam had nothing to do with Dean's resurrection. In fact, he tried everything, but none of the demons wanted to deal. That just sparked one question, "what did?" Bobby mentioned that he knew a psychic a few hours away that could probably help, so they went on their way.
They walked towards the parking lot after grabbing their things.
"She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up," Bobby said as he got into his mustang. Genna decided to ride with the brothers since it's been so long. Sam threw Dean the keys.
"I assume you'll want to drive." Dean caught them and laughed with joy.
"Oh, I almost forgot! Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?" Dean said as he grazed his hand across the Impala.
"He never talked to me like that," Genna said jokingly. The three laughed for the first time in ages. They got in the car and Dean took in every moment. He frowned when he noticed the ipod resting below the radio.
"What the hell is that?"
"It's an iPod jack," Sam said with a smile.
"You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up."
"Dean, I thought it was my car," Sam had a big grin on his face.
"I like it. Not that I have anything against the older things, but it's nice to see something more...modern," Genna said with a smirk from the backseat. Dean glared back at her. She laughed and sat back in her seat. Dean turned over the car and a country song popped on. Dean sighed.
"Really?" Sam shrugged innocently. Dean ripped out the jack and threw it in the back seat.
"Watch it!" Genna said with a laugh.
"Shut up."
They got on the road in one piece.
"There's still one thing that's bothering me," Sam brought up a new, curious topic.
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"Where's Adonia?" Dean looked in the rearview at Genna, who turned red.
"What? She's been with you, hasn't she?" He turned to ask her. She shook her head.
"Sam, after you left, so did she. No one has heard from her since that day. Her phone's been disconnected, no way to track her. Hell, I even called her aunt in Charlottesville, called Mike, but they act like they haven't heard from her in years. She flipped a switch the second you drove away. Bobby had to pull us apart and clean up the blood." Sam turned back around, speechless. He suddenly hit the dashboard with his hands.
"Hey! Take it easy!" Dean yelled in protection of his car.
"Sorry. I just-I can't believe she did that. I can't believe she left you alone like that."
"You mean, you can't believe she did exactly what you did," Genna snapped back.
"Oh...right. I'm really sorry, Gen. I really wasn't thinking straight when I left. I just reacted." Genna sighed and patted his shoulder.
"No hard feelings. He is your brother after all."
"Any ideas as to where she could be?" Sam asked, still curious.
"As far away from us as possible. I really have no idea. I try not to think about it," Genna sat back in her seat.
After a few hours, it was morning and they arrived at Pamela Barnes house. Bobby knocked on the door and she opened it with wide arms. She was an attractive brunette, older, but it was hard to pinpoint an age.
"Bobby!" She said with a laugh as she hugged him. She lifted him up slightly off the ground. The rest looked at each other, impressed.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," he said to her. She stepped back and crossed her arms, observing the Winchester's, pleased to say the least.
"So, are these the boys? And girl," she gestured towards Genna.
"Sam, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state," Bobby introduced as she looked Dean over carefully with a smirk. Everyone said their "hello's".
"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual."
"If you say so," Dean responded.
"Come on in," she said with a laugh. They walked into her older, but nice home.
"So, you hear anything?" Bobby asked.
"Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why."
"So, what's next?" Genna asked.
"A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed."
"You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here," Bobby mentioned, a little uneasy. Pamela laughed.
"No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal."
"I'm game," Dean insisted.
They walked downstairs to the basement. The walls were dark, candles everywhere, and a red, round table stood in the middle of the room. Pamela covered the table with a black cloth and that a grey star inscripted on it. Genna recognized the symbol. She looked away from the table and pulled forward some black curtains for Pamela to cover the windows.
"So, you're a witch," Pamela said to her.
"Uh, yeah. Born and raised."
"I can sense it. What's your poison? A séance doesn't really seem like your thing. That's okay. I'd rather witches leave that to mediums. It's less messy that way," she winked to the redhead, "But really, what can you do?"
"Telekinesis is the main trick. I can perform spells of course, but that's standard. I don't use it as much as I should, but I prefer the hunter side of me, not the supernatural." Pamela looked her over with a smile.
"Figures. You're not as strong." Genna looked at her confused.
"As strong as who?"
"As me." Adonia walked out of the doorway. She was different. She wore black skinny jeans, knee high black heeled boots, a fitted purple shirt, and black jacket. Her hair was pin straight with bangs cut to line her forehead. Her boots pinged against the wooden floor as she slowly walked forward.
"Addie?" Genna said softly, trying to believe the sight.
"The one and only." The Winchester's and Bobby stood there in shock. Pamela began setting the table.
"When I heard you needed my help, I called in some reinforcement. Met her a couple months back, found out who she was, and stayed in touch," Pamela explained.
"And you couldn't pick up a damn phone to tell me where she was?" Bobby said angrily.
"Didn't know she needed to be found. You're not too keen to pick up a phone either, Bobby Singer." Bobby turned red and shut his mouth. Genna walked towards Adonia.
"Where have you been?" She asked.
"All over. Anywhere from California to Maine. Just kept going, never looked back." Something about Adonia's voice was off, it was genuinely harsh, but unintentional. Genna assumed she was still upset or had it rough these past few months.
"Oh. Well, I'm glad you're alright," Genna reached for a hug. Adonia returned it, but it felt like she was holding back.
"Look, I'm sorry...for everything," Genna pleaded.
"I'm sorry too, but not for everything," Genna was surprised, "I am sorry for beating the shit out of you and leaving the way I did, but I'm not sorry for leaving. I knew this 'fantastic 4' thing we had going wasn't going to last and that was my cue to go. I'm glad I left. It gave me time to work on my magic, my powers. I kicked ass and took names. I tried figuring out how to get Dean back, but any time I got close, the demons would leave the bodies before I could do some real damage." Adonia looked over to Dean and walked towards him.
"But I'm so damn glad you're back," she hugged him tightly.
"Glad to be back." They let go and she glanced over to Sam, who returned the look.
"Let me help you with that, Pamela," she said turning away from him. Dean laughed slightly and mouthed "wow" towards Sam. He patted his back and walked over to the table. Everyone sat around the table. Adonia sat next to Pamela and Dean on the other side. 6 candles were lit directly in the middle in a star formation and one in the middle.
"Right. Take each other's hands. And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." She slid her hand up his inner thigh. He jumped.
"Whoa. He didn't touch me there." She laughed flirtaciously.
"My mistake." Dean looked at Sam worried she was going to attack him before the end of the night. Sam laughed. Dean cleared his throat and lifted his short sleeve to revealed the handprint. Sam looked at it, somewhat surprised and somewhat disgusted. He looked at Bobby knowingly. Bobby shrugged his shoulder slightly. Adonia was even surprised by the marking.
"I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.
I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle," as Pamela chanted, the tv turned on and created nothing but static noise. "I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy."
"Castiel?" Genna asked, confused.
"Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back." The table began to shake.
"I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face." Her voice grew louder.
"Maybe we should stop," Bobby pleaded.
"I almost got it," she said to him without opening her eyes.
"I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!" Suddenly, the candle flames extended higher in the air and Pamlea began to scream. Her eyes flew open, filled with a white-hot flame, and she collapsed. Everything stopped.
"Call 911," Adonia yelled by her side. Bobby ran to a phone. Adonia lifted her. Blood and burns surrounded her eyes. She opened them to reveal two black, empty, sockets. She sobbed.
"I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!" Dean and Adonia looked at each other, scared.
They left Johnny Mac's diner that held three demons that wanted answers just as bad as they did. Dean closed the door and they headed towards the Impala.
"Holy crap. That was close," Dean said.
"We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Dean?" Adonia said looking back.
"Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between the four of us."
"I've been killing a hell of a lot more demons that lately. Besides, I have this," Adonia pulled out a colt. Not the colt, but a Colt SAA 3rd Generation Engraved Nickel .45 with a white handle. It was beautiful.
"Where'd you get that?" Sam asked.
"Visited some long distant relatives that were more serious about hunting than my parents were. They saw how much I've changed and thought I deserved a better gun. What they didn't know is that my powers have enhanced quite a bit, so I enchanted it. One shot to a demon paralyzes them, just long enough to do whatever it is I need to do to get some answers."
"Jesus christ," Genna said with an attitude.
"What now?" Adonia said, stood still. Everyone turned around.
"So what are you, some killing machine now?" Genna finally had enough.
"That among other things. Look, I've changed for the better, despite what you think. Demons take me seriously now. They all think they can manipulate us and take control of us, but not around me. I make sure that doesn't happen and they get sent back to hell. If you want to be mad at me for that, fine, but I don't want to hear you belly aching over it." Adonia sighed, seeing that she screwed up again. She grabbed Genna's arm and pulled her aside.
"Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I've learned to be a hard ass and most of the people I deal with now-a-days need to be spoken to like that. I'll try to watch my temper."
"What happened to you?" Adonia sighed and looked back at the brothers, who were now talking amongst themselves.
"Well, you know the starting point. Sam left and I flipped. Sam isn't the one that change me. It was more of a wake up call. Being on my own, I knew that I had to toughen up. So, I traveled around, hunted with other hunters who are more vigorous, learned some new tricks, visited some witches, family. Next thing I know, demons ran when they saw me coming and to be honest, I like the feeling. If I was anything like I am now back when I faced that crossroad demon, it could be dead, and my parents could be at peace. I blocked myself off from you and Bobby because I knew you would try to get me to come back or drag me back. I was on a roll," she laughed. Genna smiled slightly.
"You could have wrote a letter or left a message," Genna said.
"I know. I could have, but I knew I'd see you again. Besides, you didn't think I was dead, did you?" Genna shook her head.
"Exactly. Because you know me too well. I can take care of myself."
"What about Sam?"
"He's lying about something. I can sense it, but I don't want to read him. I want him to tell me what he's hiding. Believe me, I'm still pissed at him, but if he tells me the truth, maybe I'll forgive him for leaving."
Sam got up in the middle of the night and drove off in the Impala. Adonia, the insomniac, got her jacket and followed him in her car. Genna fell asleep on the bed with Dean; pillows between them and books everywhere. They both woke up when the tv turned on, but there was only white noise and static. Dean, remembering what happened at the fill up station last time, knew this wasn't going to turn out well. He rolled over the bed and grabbed his gun. To be safe, Genna grabbed her Mare's Leg. They stood cautiously. He pointed the gun towards the tv, but a loud, piercing noise distracted him. They dropped to their knees and clenched their ears. Glass began to break from everywhere and their ears bled. Bobby stormed in and grabbed them.
They drove off in the mustang since the Impala was missing and Adonia's car was nowhere to be found.
"How you doing, kid?" Dean whipped off his ear and handed Genna the towel. The blood didn't really bother her, so she folded it and used a cleaner side.
"Aside from the church bells ringing in my head...peachy," Dean said sarcastically.
"How about you?" He asked behind him.
"What he said," she said jokingly. Dean pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number.
"Hey," Sam answered.
"What are you doing?"
"Couldn't sleep. Went to get a burger."
"In my car?"
"Force of habit, sorry. What are you doing up?"
"Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're all going to grab a beer." Bobby looked at him and he held up his finger.
"All right, well, uh, spill some for me, huh?"
"Done. Catch you later." They hung up. Sam sat in his car outside of Johnny Mac's diner. Adonia parked close by.
"Why the hell didn't you tell him?" Bobby asked.
"'Cause he'd just try to stop us."
"From what?" Genna asked, leaning forward.
"Summoning this thing. It's time we faced it head on."
"You can't be serious."
"As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby," he said back to her.
"We don't know what it is. I-it could be a demon. It could be anything," Bobby argued.
"That's why we gotta be ready for anything. We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk."
"This is a bad idea," Genna noted.
"Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?"
"We could choose life," Bobby agreed with her.
"Guys, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand."
"Dean, we could use Sam and Adonia on this."
"Nah, they're better off where they are." That made Genna start to wonder, "where was she?"
Sam walked into the diner, the lights were off. He closed the door quietly and turned to see the kitchen's cook lying on the floor, dead. Music was playing softly in the background, a soft love song. He turns the body around to find his eyes in the same condition as Pamela's. Although, Pamela was being taken care of in the hospital. He turned around and was quickly taken to do ground the a demon waitress that he saw earlier. They fought on top of the broken table. When they stood, Sam noticed her eyes were burned out as well.
"Your eyes."
"I could still smell your soul a mile away."
"Who was here? You saw it."
"I saw it," she said, crying.
"What was it?"
"It's the end. We're dead. We're all dead."
"What did you see?"
"Go to hell." Adonia quietly slipped into the diner without making a noise. She heard every word. She was ready to pull out her gun.
"Funny. I was going to saw the same thing," Sam said before the demon. He extended his hand and closed his eyes. Black smoke began slowly pouring out of her mouth and circled her on the floor. She coughed and fell to her knees. A circle was singed into the ground and the demon died. Adonia dropped her gun, causing Sam to turn around.
"Oh my god," Adonia spoke in shock. Sam opened his mouth to speak, but they heard footsteps. The brunette fron the hotel room walked through the back door.
"Getting pretty slick there, Sam. Better all the time." Sam turned and walked towards the woman. Adonia picked up her gun, not knowing what was going on. Was it another demon?
"What the hell is going on around here?" Sam asked her.
"I wish I knew."
"We were thinking some high level demon pulled Dean out."
"No way. Sam, human souls don't just walk out of Hell and back into their bodies easy. The sky bleeds, the ground quakes. It's cosmic. No demon can swing that. Not Lilith, not anybody."
"Then what can?"
"Nothing I've ever seen before."
"Who the fuck are you?" Adonia finally asked with her gun pointed to her.
"Sorry, you haven't seen the new meat suit yet. It's just me, Ruby." Adonia's blood reached it's peak. She lowered her gun.
"I knew it, you son of a bitch," She slammed open the door and stormed out.
"Addie!" Ruby smirked at the scene.
Bobby, Dean, and Genna went to an abandoned barn to conjure the demon, or spirit. Genna spray painted symbols on the ground and walls, everything she could think of to trap anything.
"That's a hell of an art project you've got going there," Dean said.
"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How are you doing?" She walked over to the table of weapons he's created.
"Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of."
"This is still a bad idea," Bobby said from the other side of the table.
"Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?" Bobby nodded reluctantly. Genna walked over to another table filled with a variety of objects. She grabbed a small bowl and sprinkled the dust mixture into the larger bowl. It began to slow smoke and she started chanting in Latin.
"Amate spiritus obscure..."
Adonia walked out to her car and kicked it as hard as she could. She heard footsteps behind and pulled out her gun.
"Addie, wait. It's me," she continued to hold up her gun.
"Can you...put the gun down?" She rolled her eyes and tucked in a holster she carried around her waist.
"I don't know what to say," Sam said.
"Oh, I don't know, Sam. How about 'I'm sorry' or 'I shouldn't have left' or, my favorite, 'I'm an inconsiderate dick who can't be trusted'. I relied on you, Sam. For 3 god damn years, I relied on you. Every corner we took, you swore up and down that you would tell me everything, protect me, and be by my side. Well guess what, Sam, you failed at all three of them. All I did was turn into you and I'm not even sure who's worse. Actually, no, you are. I'm not the one picking sides with a demon who's just using you."
"She's not using me. She's helping me. She's helped me over the months. Taught me a way to exorcise demons without killing the host. At least, the ones the demons haven't destroyed to begin with. You just gotta give her a chance." Adonia laughed.
"Give her a chance? Sam, she's a demon. People are manipulated to trust demons every damn day and what happens to them? They die. Remember when my parents died because they relied on demons. Oh yeah, and your own brother. The one who was stuck in hell and where my parents still are!" Tears began forming in her eyes.
"I will not let that bitch drag you to hell, Sam. I refuse to watch you do this to yourself. I'm begging you."
"I know what I'm doing okay. Don't worry about me." Adonia's eyes lowered, reading him, just the surface.
"Are you sleeping with her?" He laughed, embarrased.
"What? No."
"Tell me the truth." Sam couldn't answer.
"Fantastic," she opened her car door.
"What does it matter to you anyways?" He yelled to her.
"If you really need to ask that question, then you are as stupid as I thought." She drove off as fast as she could, pounding on the steering wheel. Mad at Sam and herself.
They all sat around with their guns ready, waiting around, but nothing happened.
"You sure you did the ritual right?" Dean asked, twisting the knife into the wooden table. Genna looked at him like he was stupid enough to ask.
"Sorry. Touchy, touchy," he said with his hand up in defeat. The wind started howling and the metal roofing was practically coming off of the roof. They stood together and looked around.
"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind," Dean said. Genna elbowed him. The lights above them broke and shattered to the ground. The blocked off door opened with ease and a man walked through wearing a suit and tan trenchcoat. Through the sparks, everyone tried to see who it was. As soon as they saw the figure in sight, they began shooting at him. The bullets didn't phase him and he walked past all the traps. They looked at each other with panic. Dean reached over and grabbed the knife. The man circled him.
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," the man said with a semi-monotone voice.
"Yeah. Thanks for that," Dean said sarcastically. He pulled out the knife and stabbed him in the heart. Without a change of expression, just a slight smirk, he pulled out the knife. Bobby and Genna looked at Dean in shock. Bobby took his rifle and aimed to hit the man with it, but he swiftly grabbed the neck of the gun. Strange, subtle whispers filled the air and he touched Bobby's forehead, causing him to fall to the ground unconscious.
"Bobby!" Genna called and went to tend to him. The man looked at her and cocked his head. She looked at him with fear, but something about him also calmed her. He turned around to face Dean.
"We need to talk, Dean. Alone." Dean went to see if Bobby was alright, but his pulse was normal.
"Your friend is alive," the man said as he looked through the spell books.
"Who are you?" Genna asked.
"Castiel."
"Yeah, we figured that much. What are you?" He looked at them with bright blue eyes.
"I'm an angel of the lord." Dean and Genna stood.
"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing," Dean's voice was hallow.
"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith." Suddenly lighting and thunder roared, illuminating the room. Genna could have sworn she saw a shadow of wings fill the wall behind him.
"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes."
"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that."
"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" Castiel nodded, "Buddy, next time, lower the volume." Genna nodded in agreement.
"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong."
"And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?"
"This? This is...a vessel," he said somewhat proudly as he showed off his bullet holed trench coat.
"You're possessing some poor bastard?"
"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."
"Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?"
"Dean..." Genna thought it would be best to lay off the attitude, but he ignored her. Castiel cocked his head to the side and looked at him like a sad puppy.
"I told you."
"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"
"Good things do happen, Dean." He took a few steps towards him with a serious expression. Dean tried not to look intimidate, although the angel was shorter than him, but taller than Genna.
"Not in my experience."
"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved," Castiel observed, as if he felt sorry for him.
"Why'd you do it?"
"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."