Chapter Seventeen- The Reunion

"Wakey, wakey!"

Dean felt someone smacking his face. He tried to swat them away, but he couldn't move his hands. He groggily opened his eyes to find Naomi standing in front of him, her hand on his cheek. He let out a groan as his head began to pound.

She popped him on the cheek again with finality. "Ah, there we go. Glad you could be with us, Dean."

Dean immediately searched the room for Sam. He was surrounded by concrete walls, feeling its coolness against his back as he hung against one. Smelling the musty scent of water and dirt, along with seeing the stacks of beer around him, Dean deducted they were in the bar's basement.

Dean found Sam next to him, his hands bound with rope around a water pipe above him, his feet barely grazing the ground. Dean looked up and saw that he was in the same situation. Uh oh.

Facing his brother, Dean coughed, "You all right?" His mouth was dry and the mounds of beer around him seemed to intensify the thirst.

Sam squinted at Dean through the hair hanging in his face. The bruise from Dean's punch earlier had darkened around Sam's eye, causing the color of his eyes to stand out even more. He nodded, "Yeah."

Sam kept glancing at something over Naomi's shoulder and Dean's eyes followed. A flash of pink caught his eye and as he allowed his eyes to focus, his jaw tightened. A pair of still legs garbed with hot pink heels poked behind a box of beer. Dean recognized the shoes instantly. Tiffany.

Naomi interjected, "Oh, you'll be fine. You've taken a lot worse than a shot at the balls and a baseball bat to the head."

Struggling to focus on Naomi and not the pink heels, Dean tested the rope tied around his hands. It didn't budge.

Naomi noticed, her eyes flicking to the pipe above him. "Yeah, that's good and tight." She spun her hair seductively around her finger. "I have to say, I was incredibly turned on by tying you two up."

Dean finally pulled his eyes away from the pink and zeroed in on the blue. He asked cautiously, "Naomi, what's going on?"

Sam spoke up, his voice dangerously low, "Dean. That isn't Naomi."

Dean turned to his brother, wary of the cold glare he was giving her. Slowly facing Naomi again, Dean asked slowly, "All right. Who is it then?"

Naomi sighed as she crossed her arms. "C'mon, Dean. It hasn't been that long since we've seen each other."

Naomi's eyes turned black.

Dean felt his jaw slacken. Naomi's mouth formed into a cruel smirk as she crossed her arms. "Ah. I can practically hear the light bulb turning on."

"Meg?"

"You get a gold star. Tell me, how are Ellen and Jo?"

Dean lunged forward at her, but was stopped short by his hands bound above him. He growled, "You son of a-"

Naomi stood. "Oh, calm down, Dean. It was just a joke." She winked at him as she turned to Sam, who was glaring at her and wrestling with the rope around his wrists. "Oh, don't look at me like that, Sam. Naomi practically begged me to take over for her."

Sam asked, through gritted teeth, "How did you find her?"

Naomi loftily tossed her hair over her shoulder. "It wasn't that hard, thanks to you two marking a huge X on this little spot." She gestured towards the stacks of beer, then turned to Dean. "You should really think about changing your repertoire. Cheap motels and the Impala are all pathetically predictable."

Dean replied, "Repertoire, huh? That's a pretty big word for you and your IQ."

Naomi smiled cruelly. "That's something coming from you, Dean. You aren't exactly the sharpest crayon in the box."

Before Dean could show off the color of his vocabulary, Sam interrupted by seething, "Did you hurt her?"

Naomi's attention was drawn back to Sam. She walked casually over to him. "I didn't have to hurt her, Sammy. All I did was walk through an open door." She tucked a piece of hair out of Sam's face and behind his ear. "Fear, hopelessness, and confusion are a welcome mat for a demon and she laid one out that I couldn't resist." She shrugged. "Granted, if I had been as shrimpy as I was last time we met, I wouldn't have been able to take her, but..." She flourished her hands in the air "I've made some new friends and am a whole new me."

Dean scoffed, "You sure do like the sound of your own voice."

Naomi smiled and winked. "It sounds better coming out of her mouth, doesn't it, Dean?"

Dean sneered, "You know what sounds good coming out of my mouth? Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus-"

Naomi flinched, but bent over as she began to laugh. Dean stopped, chilled by the unnaturally cold laugh ringing off of the basement walls. That laugh didn't belong to the Naomi he knew. The violation fueled the anger bubbling inside of him, heating his core.

After a moment, Naomi straightened and raised her wrist towards the brothers. "Think I wouldn't have thought ahead, after all we've been through together?"

Dean recognized the same mark Sam had worn when Meg had possessed him now burned into Naomi's skin. Exorcising her out wasn't an option anymore. There goes that plan.

The boys glared up at Naomi, silent. She added, "I made sure to get rid of any hot pokers lying around. You know, just in case."

Sam asked, "Why Naomi?"

Naomi smiled down at him. "You were always the smart one, weren't you? Thought you would have connected some dots by now, Sammy."

Sam worked his jaw for a moment. "We know about Sheol and how he's after Naomi to keep her away from the angels. We know about the Glory."

Naomi raised a finger and wagged it. "Sam, don't you lie to me. We both know the Glory is long gone."

Sam stared up at Naomi, silenced. Dean grimaced. And there goes that plan too.

She squatted down beside Sam and sighed, as she inspected her fingernails, "You're lucky you boys are so good-looking. It almost makes up for how stupid you two can be."

Dean rolled his eyes. "How about you cut the cryptic crap and tell us what you want."

Naomi met Dean's eyes. "I want to see the look on your guys' faces when you realize just how long you've been played."

"Played by who?"

Naomi stood. "Duh. By us. You don't really believe that whole spiel about Sheol wanting to babysit Naomi, do you? I practically started that rumor and I'll admit, it was a weak one."

The brothers looked to each other. Sam started, "But, Castiel-"

She gestured to herself. "Hello. Demon. We live to lie. Even to angels."

Dean interjected, "How do we know you're not lying now then?"

Naomi smiled slyly and walked over to a pile of junk by one of the walls. She heaved a television monitor onto the table beside her and reached behind the set to plug it into the wall. She blew off the collecting dust as the screen came to life. She flipped the channels on the monitor a few times before settling on a news channel. The familiar face of William Callaway flashed onto the screen as he was being interviewed. Across the bottom, the words "William Callaway: The World's Saving Grace?" were spread across the screen.

Naomi muted the TV ."You've been chasing your tails, trying to find a way out of the inevitable, this whole time and not even known it." She pointed at the politician. "A snowball has started an avalanche and you don't even realize you're right in the middle of it."

Sam asked, "What does William Callaway have to do with any of this?"

Dean added, "Yeah. Nothing too special about another white guy running for office."

Naomi smirked and hoarsely whispered, "That's the whole point."

Sam shook his head. "You aren't making any sense."

Naomi dramatically sighed, "C'mon, Sam! Think! You have to know enough about your Bible to know why he might be significant, especially considering recent events!"

Sam stared at the floor, processing the information. Dean tried to make sense of Meg's rambling, but the attempt seemed to cause the pounding in his head to strengthen. He instead tried to discreetly loosen the rope around his wrists. As he did so, he watched the gears in Sam's head turn. His lips moved silently as his eyes flicked back and forth, as if scanning the new information in front of him. Then, the gears clicked. Sam stopped and slowly looked up, his eyes meeting Naomi's.

"He's the Anti-Christ."