Chapter 13:Form the Egg
"So, are they killing each other yet?" Bobby inquired as the younger Winchester slipped back into the house.
"Actually… It looked like they were… wrestling!" Sam sputtered disbelievingly.
"So they are killing each! Great!" The scrap dealer moved to rush from behind the desk.
"No! That's just it. They were laughing their asses off. Then Dean grabbed a wrench and got under the hood with her. Heard something bout the timing being off."
"Huh. You sure?" When Sammy simply nodded, Bobby plopped back down in his chair.
"As long as I ain't gotta dig a hole in the yard to hide a body!"
Sam chuckled under his breath. "Nah, I think you can leave the Bobcat rest! While Dean's got her occupied though, we ought to work on a plan to deal with Cass!"
"Genius idea, Sherlock! Any suggestions?"
The younger Winchester sat across the desk from his surrogate father, cradling his head in his hands, the beginnings of a migraine evident.
"Well, we know the Angel Blades are useless. Not like any of us really want to kill him anyhow…Only recourse is to find a way to get the Purgatory souls back where they belong."
"Only way to do that would be to somehow trap him in front of a portal and open it. It might suck them out and through." Bobby sat back, arms crossed considering. "Not to mention getting our hands on not only the two kinds of blood needed but the ritual itself."
Sam looked up slowly, warily, realizing the enormity of the plan they were trying to conceive.
"There's gotta be way, Bobby!" He turned over a short glass on the desk and filled it just below the rim with J.D.. The memories, and the consequential pain they brought, he hoped could be at least dulled by a stiff drink. The younger Hunter looked over the rim briefly, offering before downing the contents, "Maybe we could convince Bithiel to help us."
Eyebrows disappeared up under the tattered baseball cap's brim as Bobby stared incredibly at the young man.
"You ain't serious? Was I the only one who noticed how fiercely loyal that girl is to Cass? She'd watch the planet fry before going against him!"
"I don't know bout that. She stopped Cass from obliterating us, remember?" To which the elder Hunter nodded conceding. "Besides, what other choice do we have? If we don't try, Cass could go all Hiroshima on us. If we can get her to trust us, see our side of this…" Sam sat the empty glass down hesitantly, leaning back with a sigh, "It's pretty much like any run-of-the-mill hunt, Bobby. Worst that happens is people die, but the best case scenario… No one dies! Not even Cass!"
Bobby's gaze turned toward the window over the couch. Took in the useless "angel proofing" they still had yet to either correct or remove. Mind trying to balance the scales, weighing the pros and cons. Slowly shaking his head in defeat, he wondered aloud, "And just how're we supposed to get her trust with what Mr. "I'm the new God" probably filled her head with?"
"Time. Just a little bit of time." Sam replied simply.
The young man's father figure leaned forward onto the desk. "Time is a luxury, son! One we have no way of investing in. Not with the stability of those souls in question."
Sam absently nibbled on a thumb nail before looking across the desk at his cohort. "Well, we've already formed this egg without realizing it." His eyes softened slightly into a conspiratorial expression. At the confused look he received, the younger Winchester clarified, "We're already making friends with Bithiel. And, it seems, the hard part is past what with her and Dean having broken the ice. For now, I say we keep an eye on the sky, so to speak, while drawing Bithiel into our day-to-day…into our messed up little family. Show her we're just trying to save not just her brother but someone we consider a brother as well."
A small smile of understanding played across Bobby's face briefly before being dissolved by a shiver that traced his spine.
Said shiver was triggered by the glimmer in his adopted son's eyes. A glimmer he'd seen before …. Before Death restored Sammy's soul.