"Well, at least we know where Dean is." Melinda commented as she stared continuously at the imapala. Castiel looked around. It was dark, and he couldn't see much, but he could feel the presence of 20 or more demons. Not in the convent just yet, but surrounding all of Ilchester.
"We have to move." Castiel whispered to Melinda as he palced a hand on her back, pushing her foreward, and guiding her way. Instead of barging in all at once, Castiel and Melinda decided it would be best if they did a reconnaissance of the place first. They travelled around the back of the convent, keep their eyes open for Dean, demons, and Lucifer himself. They checked every window they came across, and each time they found nothing.
They began to circle around the church, passing half way. Until they stopped dead in their tracks. Castiel raised his hand to prevent Melinda from walking any further. They were dead silent. There Dean was, huddled beisde a basement window, watching, waiting.
A surge of relief shot through Melinda, almost like heroin, relieving her for a short moment. But now they faced all new problems. How are they going to get Dean out of there? And how are they going to save Sam?
Dean turned his head, and saw Cas and Melinda in the dark distance. They only thing in Dean's hand was holy water... very smart. Melinda and Castiel crept closer, their shoes denting the grass softly. Melinda lead the way, glaring at Dean widly.
She motioned for himt o come with her and Castiel, but Dean wouldn't budge. He shook his head then pointed to the window.
Finally, Melinda was close enough to whisper.
"Let's go." Melinda half-mouthed, half-whispered. Dean raised his finger to his mouth to 'shh' her. He pointed at the window once more, only this time, he wanted her to look. Mleinda maneuvered he way beside Dean carefully, careful not to draw attention. She peared inside the window. What she heard broke her heart.
Sam screaming in grusome agony, identical to her daydream. She closed her eyes briefly and remembered. There Sam was, bloody and sore, bound at every limb, still screaming. Dean just sat there and watched. Demons surrounded the room like vultures, just laughing, enojying their time.
Dean pointed to the guy sitting in the chair. Demons stationed around him like bodygaurds. It was him. Lucifer.
Melinda cringed and shuttered. The devil in the flesh. At least it was someone else and not Sam.
A demon entered the room, and stepped beside Lucifer's vessel. He bent down to whisper something in his ear. Lucifer turned his head, then looked back behind him. Three demons followed his lead, and looked out the window, spotting Dean and Melinda right away. They must have felt they're presence, and smelt Castiel's angelic scent.
Within seconds, Melinda, Dean and Castiel were on the run, but they're escape had been cut short. A demon blocked their path, grinning hugely, watching their scared faces.
"What the hell are you grinning at?" Dean spat.
"We've got Sam right were we want him," the demon stepped closer. "He's strong, but he's not that strong."
"He won't break. He won't say yes." Dean bluffed. To be truthful, he had no idea what Sam would do.
"Give it an hour." He was right, and Dean knew it.
Melinda stealthly latched on to Castiel's hand. He wrapped his fingers around hers, protectively.
"Mel, get behind Cas." Dean said over his shoulder. Melinda quickly stepped back, Castiel stepped in front of her.
Dean went closer to the demon. He put on his war face to let the demon know he was not afraid. Besides, some greater power, stronger than this demon wasn't going to let Dean get hurt.
Dean took two steps, then a bolt of lighting zapped him, then poof, he was gone. Just like the angels seizing Alistair a year back, something celestial had snatched Dean before everyone's eyes.
Melinda screamed. Castiel held her. The demon was gone, and they were all alone.
So now, Dean was gone, in the hands of God, which in this case, was not good. They had forgotton all about Sam.
Bad idea.