As Dean was driving, Sam was studying the symbols he printed out from Kevin's research. He kept seeing one symbol over and over again. There had to be a connection. That's when he remembered where he saw this. Back at Stanford.
"Dean, pull over for a minute. I think I know where to go."
Dean pulled over to the side of the road and had all his attention on Sam.
"Alright Sammy, what do you think you got?"
Sam pointed to the paper.
"You see these symbols? I remember it from one of my humanity courses from Stanford."
"What? they teach the word of god at Stanford?"
"No uh, it was an overview of Native American art. I think it was a Petraclif."
"A what?"
Sam flipped through more of the documents.
"The symbol belonged to a tiny tribe in Colorado. they held onto their land claiming it was the help of a messenger. The symbol meant messenger of God. Dean, we got to go there!"
"Sam, we can't go there on a hunch."
"Dean, we have to! We don't have a prophet to help us and if Metatron is there, he might help me save my wife and help with the third trial. If all I got right now is a hunch, then so be it."
Dean hated when Sammy was right. they didn't have any leads. Just this one which is not written in stone.
Dean started up the car agin.
"Looks like we are going to Colorado."
I was feeling sick. The smell of this warehouse was insane. It reeked of sewage and blood. The fact that I'm pregnant doesn't help. All senses are heightened. I looked on the floor. There was two nice puddles of blood because of my sliced wrists. Can this get any worse?
Crowley came in.
I spoke too soon.
"jalissa, you're not looking so hot."
"Oh, fuck you."
"Ooh, Moose got himself a feisty one. I'm a bit jealous. But all flirting aside, I'm here to send Sam another message."
He took out his angel blade. My whole body tensed automatically. I know he's going to stab me. Just let be anywhere, but my stomach. anywhere, but my stomach.
He gave his phone to one of the demons that entered the room with him earlier.
"Make sure you get my good side."
He stabbed me in the left shoulder. I screamed brutally feeling it vibrate my lungs. I started tightening my fists. I could feel my fingernails cutting into my palm. He pushed it in further. I held my head down, trying to focus on anything but the pain. After 10 seconds, Crowley pulled out the blade swiftly. He took the phone back from one of his bitches and watched it.
"Ah, I love this part. And send. "
He is truly one twisted asshole.
Sam heard his phone go off in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that it was a video message.
"Crowley sent me another video."
Dean glanced at Sam. Sam's fingers were hovering over the open button, afraid what Crowley was doing to the woman he loves.
Sam finally got the courage and opened it. What a mistake that was.
After the video was over, Sam tightened his grip on his phone as Dean gripped the steering wheel. Her scream was the worst he's ever heard . It was the kind of scream that can shake you to the core.
"Dean, Drive faster."
Dean stepped on the gas even more going up to 140.
When they finally got to Colorado, and found Metatron, he was not what they expected at all. He said he was one of the angels that were not important. But god picked him to write the word of god. And when that happened, angels were out for his head. they wanted that power that the tablets created. So he's been in hiding ever since. Just reading about all the insanity that's going on out in the world.
Sam reached his breaking point. This son of a bitch could've helped people. But instead, he hides out here.
"Pull the freaking trigger, you cowardly piece of garbage."
Dean looked at him in shock, stepping in front of him. He saw that Sam wanted the slug the angel as much as he did. But they needed to stay focused.
"You read stories? How bout Kevin Tran's story? He was a good kid who got sucked into your angel crap. Our even ours, for that matter? Evil sons of bitches trying to control our family from the start. Right now, the king of hell has my pregnant sister-in-law and Kevin . I know for a fact, he is torturing both of them . Why don't you hop on board and help us? It's the least you can do."
Metatron looked at both of them.
I could feel myself get weaker. I couldn't move even if I wanted to.
The demon looked into the window of the door. He saw me being lit up and vanished. The light was so bright it burned out his own eyes.
My body collapsed on the floor of Metron's room. Sam leaned down to my body and took my face in both of his hands.
"Jalissa, please be okay. Wake up, baby please.", Sam said pleadingly with tears in his eyes.
"I opened my eyes slowly, trying to process where the hell I was. When my vision became clear, I saw Sam's face.
"Sam? "
"Yeah, Jaliss, it's me. You're safe."
Sam hugged me and kissed me. His stuble tickled my face and it made me smile. It's not a dream. I didn't pass out due to the pain. I was back with my husband.
Sam turned around and looked at Metaron.
"Can you heal her?"
He leaned down and touched my forehead and my eyes closed.
"She's going to be okay. The baby is too. She's a tough one. You can bring her to my room. She will wake again soon. "
Sam picked me up and brought me to the bedroom.
Dean was left in the room with Metatron.
"And Kevin Tran?"
Crowley had Kevin up against the wall. He wants to rip out this teen's throat. But he can't since he needs him. That infuriated him more than ever. Crowley's eyes widened when He saw Kevin's body light up and being to fade in his hands. He was flung across the room, clutching his face due to the burns.
Crowley's phone rang. One of his demons, who still had his eyes in tact, called.
"What!"
"Sam Winchester's wife was gone. An angel took her."
Both of his leverages were gone.
He hung up and smashed the phone against the wall.
He was going to need to go back further than Kevin tran and the new addition to the Winchester family.
He popped up in the abandoned warehouse and approached one of his demons.
"Bring me all the information about the Winchesters you can find . I need to know everything about those flannel wearing nightmares. ."