(I added a fair amount to this chapter as I felt it should have been longer. Consider it my apology for taking to update too long. For those of you who haven't. THIS CHAPTER WILL FREAK YOU OUT!)
Sam was completely dumbfounded the moment he regained consciousness. He knew he was locked in the Impala's car trunk with his hands and feet zipped tied but the one thing he didn't understand was how a demon managed to slip into Dean after the angels left and without Sam every noticing. What's more is that Sam's older brother had an anti-possession tattoo on his chest. The brothers got them after Meg possessed Sam. So how in the Hell could Dean get possessed by any demon? Was it removed by Alastair?
Sam tried to free himself but unfortunately the zip cuffs restraining him were a special manufactured series utilized by the United States military. There was no special trick to get out of them like you see on the internet. He tried to bring his hands underneath his legs to at least hand his hands in front of him but he barely had enough room to move in the trunk as is. The fact that he was also considered to be tall didn't help him either. The sound of footsteps on gravel caught his attention. They were getting closer and Sam rolled over so his feet were closed to the trunk door.
He waited as the steps got closer and closer, bending his knees as best he could to kick whoever was coming. Light flooded into the small confined space as the trunk flew open. Sam was slightly blinded by the sudden flash of light but thrusted his legs out to kick whoever opened was out there. His legs were caught and he suddenly found himself pulled out. He fell to the ground, landing hard and painfully on gravel. Sam groaned, having landed on his hands which now felt like they were on fire. He could still move them, albeit restrained, so at least they weren't broken.
"Rise and shine Sammy," a familiar voice spoke above him. Sam glanced up to see his brother with a smile ear to ear.
"Get the hell out of my brother," Sam said, starting to focus his power. He may not be weakened from not consuming demon blood lately but that didn't mean that he was completely out of juice.
Dean stared at him then gasped, clenching his throat. He tried to breathe but couldn't as Sam focused harder. Then he didn't the last thing Sam expected. Dean suddenly busted up laughing. "Surprise!" he exclaimed.
He grabbed his brother by the legs and started to drag him towards a building. Sam tried to focus harder but now it didn't seem like it was affecting the demon in his brother at all. He didn't understand it. Sam wasn't at full strength but he couldn't be that helpless. He managed to rip Alastair out of a host less than a week ago. What kind of a demon could he be dealing with? Could it be one even stronger than Alastair?
Sam glanced around to realize he was being dragged into some kind of warehouse. Probably abandoned from the looks of it with worn down paint and broken windows. Dean hauled him inside where at least the concrete floor was preferable to the gravel that had been grinding along Sam's back. The inside of the building was no better than outside. Graffiti covered the walls and debris littered the floor. Dean pulled Sam to a wooden chair that was waiting in the center of the room along with a large tarped up object nearby. He forced Sam to his feet and shoved him into the chair.
Sam didn't have time to try and fight back before Dean punched him in the face. The blow staggered him and by the time his senses returned, Dean had finished tying ropes around his waist to the chair to keep him restrained.
"Who the hell are you and what have you done with Dean?" shouted Sam.
"I'm the complete me Sammy. When the angels brought me back, they fractured my mind like a jigsaw puzzle until Alastair put humpty dumpty back together again," explained Dean.
"Go to hell. You really think I'll believe that crap," spat Sam.
"Oh let me guess. You think I'm a demon or maybe a shapeshifter right?" asked Dean. "Here let's put those conspiracy theories to rest."
Dean pulled out a spray paint can from a bag nearby and started spraying symbols on the concrete floor. It took Sam a moment to realize he was making a devil's trap. He was confused until Dean finished it. Then his brother the one thing no demon had ever done before, he stepped right inside it willingly. Dean tried to step out of it but suddenly froze with a perplexed look on his face.
Then he smiled and sang, "You put your right foot in. You put your right foot out…" Dean put his right foot out of the trap. "…you put your right foot in and you shake it all about." Dean put his foot back inside and started shaking to his own rendition of the Hokey Pokey song.
Well that removed any doubt Sam had that his brother was being possessed by a demon. "Good for you but I bet your eyes would look really weird on a family photo op," Sam remarked, referring to the fact that shapeshifter's eyes glowed on video footage and pictures.
"Great theory Alex Jones but there's one problem with that. Shapeshifter don't like metal, it burns their skin right?" Dean asked, heading back to the bag again and this time pulling out a knife. He ran the blade across his forearm, drawing blood but his flesh didn't make any hissing sound that comes from burning skin or any smoke. Now Sam was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't be a demon but he wasn't a shapeshifter either. He drew blood which meant he wasn't a spirit or a zombie so what the hell was he?
"What's a matter little brother? Trying to come up with another explanation for this? Maybe I'm under the influence of a Siren or some kind of weird voodoo?" Dean mocked.
"Dean? What the hell…" Sam started to say, almost unable to figure out what to say. The nearby tarp suddenly moved with a moan underneath as if someone was gagged.
Dean smiled, "Oh good he's awake. Now we can get started."
He walked over to the tarp and pulled it off, revealing a bound and gagged man dressed in a security uniform. "Sammy meet Bob. He's the local security guard for the area. No idea why someone who owns a crap heap like this pays someone to guard it but it saves me the trouble of going out and finding someone."
"Dean listen to me. Whatever Alastair did to you, we can fix it. This isn't you," Sam called out.
"That's where you're wrong Sammy. This is exactly who I am. You refuse to see it and Abigail denies it in spades. Which is why what happens next needs to happen. That way there's no confusion on who I am and more importantly what I am going to do," Dean explained. He strolled behind the bound security guard and lifted up the knife to the man's neck.
"Wait Dean don't. This isn't you. Stop this!" Sam shouted. With a single motion, Dean drew the blade across Bob's neck. Blood dripped out as the man started convulsing, drowning in his own blood.
"NOOOOOO!" Sam screamed but it was to no avail. The guard's spasms began to diminish and then he went still, his head slumped. Sam couldn't believe what he had just seen. His brother just murdered an innocent man. He wasn't possessed or under any kind of influence that Sam knew of and yet he killed someone just for the sheer pleasure of it.
Dean pulled his phone out and took a picture of Sam. "Got it!" he yelled triumphantly. "Oh I knew the look on your face would be priceless little brother. Every demon from here to Hell will want a copy of that."
Sam didn't say anything, still unable to accept what he had just seen.
"Well normally I don't end things so fast but he's not the one I'm torturing. The sight of your beloved older brother killing some poor sap just to prove he's a heartless bastard. I can't think of a better opening then that to the horror show," smiled Dean.
"Damn it," Bela cursed as she hung up the phone again. Dean contacted them nearly an hour ago to give them the address of a warehouse Alastair was sighted but then his phone went dead and now he wasn't answering.
"They'll be fine," Bobby assured her. "This wouldn't be the first time they've dealt with that son of a bitch."
"Yeah but every time they did, they had angelic backup. So unless Castiel and the rest of the Heavenly Dicks show up, consider me nervous," Bela remarked.
Her fears were soon realized once they arrived at the warehouse and saw Dean lying on his back unconscious on the ground outside. Bela quickly jumped out of the truck and rushed over him. Thankfully Dean opened his eyes the second she got close to him. "Bela. Alastair…he took Sam," he groaned as he tried to stand but his legs gave out.
"Just calm down Dean. Where is Sam?" asked Bela as Bobby joined him. She knelt down to check over the eldest Winchester but aside from a few bruises, he seemed okay.
"Inside," Dean pointed to the nearby warehouse.
"I'll handle this," Bobby said as he headed to his truck and pulled out some weaponry. He headed inside the building with a shotgun loaded with salt rounds.
"I'm going too," protested Dean.
"No you're not. Just stay here," ordered Bela. She was about to stand up and join Bobby inside when Dean grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back down.
"Aren't you going to kiss me for luck?" he smiled. Bela frowned. What the hell was Dean doing? How could he want that at a time like this?
"No kiss huh? How about this then," Dean continued. He suddenly thrusted something into Bela's neck and instantly all of her muscles went rigid as volts of electricity coursed through her body.
Bobby had no idea what he was walking into but he knew it wasn't going to be good. He went into the warehouse expecting an attack at any point but was surprised that the building was mostly empty. No sign of any demon or anything else for that matter. The only thing inside was two tarped objects about chest high. Bobby froze the second one of them slowly moved. Something alive was underneath it and he suspected a trap. He slowly approached it and kept his eye on the other one just in case it suddenly came alive as well.
Bobby grabbed the first tarp and pulled it out. To his horror, a bound and gagged Sam was underneath tied to a chair with duct tape. His face was covered in bruises, clearly beaten and his fingers were broken as if hit individually one by one by a blunt instrument. "Jesus," he whispered.
Sam moaned, barely conscious. Bobby ripped all the duct tape off him and set him on the ground. He then moved on to the other tarp and pulled it off, revealing a bound and gagged security guard with his throat slit. Bobby fired a salt round into the corpse's chest to make sure no demons inside. The body slightly trembled from the shot but nothing more. There wasn't any demon hiding there.
Bobby turned his attention back to Sam and slapped him gently in the face to wake him up. "Sammy can you hear me?" he asked.
"Dean…" groaned Sam.
"He's fine kid now let's get you out of here," replied Bobby.
"No no no no," whispered Sam. "It was…Dean. He…did this."
Bobby thought those blows to the head Sam received must have been worse than he thought. Then he heard tires screeching gravel outside as a vehicle was hastily departing. Bobby rushed outside to see the Impala gone along with Dean and Bela. If that wasn't bad enough, the tires on Bobby's truck were all slashed.
"Son of a bitch," Bobby cursed.
Bela's neck stung as she regained consciousness. She tried to reach up to it to sooth until she realized she couldn't move her hands. She opened her eyes and found herself bound with duct tape around her wrists and even more tape binding her hands to her knees. Bela was buckled in the Impala's passenger seat and a glance to the driver's seat revealed Dean calmly humming something as he was driving them an empty road. Was he kidnapping her? Something was very wrong here.
"Dean. What the hell is going on?" asked Bela, still groggy.
"Morning sleepy evil beauty. Now that you're awake I can turn the radio up," smiled Dean. He hit a button on his radio and Chincilla's "Ripper" started playing. Not exactly the song you wanted to hear from someone who had you tied up in his car.
"Dean cut me free," Bela demanded, trying to stay calm.
"Oh don't worry your pretty little head sweetie. We just need to reach our destination first," Dean stated. It unnerved Bela how not just calm he was but how unapologetic he was. There wasn't an ounce of regret or guilt on Dean's face for kidnapping his girlfriend. And despite the situation, Bela still found humor in that fact that she was now mentally addressing herself as that.
"And where exactly is that?" asked Bela.
"Well to be honest I'm actually working on that but don't worry. I'll know it when I see it then I'll explain everything Abby," Dean answered.
Bela's blood ran cold at Dean's last word. "What did you call me?" she whispered.
Dean threw her an amused look. "C'mon Abigail. Did you really forget little old me?"
"Who are you?" shivered Bela, certain now more than ever that Dean had been possessed by a demon.
"The real person behind this sexy face. The one you've been denying ever since you've gotten back from our little sauna downstairs," chuckled Dean.
"Enough with the damn cryptic talk and speak some bloody sense!" snapped Bela.
"It's me Abby. Me…as in the one who showed you why Hell gets its reputation. The one who showed Alastair and Lilith that they were nothing but a pair of old geezers with outdated techniques. Who showed every one of those soulless bastards how you really get things done down there. I'm the cause of all your nightmares and your worst memories. Even your old man couldn't hurt you the way I did," smiled Dean. Bela couldn't believe it. This wasn't possible but only one person could claim to be all those things. Dean Winchester or more specifically the Dean Winchester of Hell.
"It can't be," Bela gasped.
"Sit back and get comfortable Abby because we're in for one hell of a ride," Dean said with the most sinister smile Bela had ever seen in her life.
Bela had been through a lot of situations. She's had guns pointed at her head, kidnapped on more than one occasion, chased by monsters, but this had to be the most terrifying moment in her life. This was even worse than being nine years old waiting in her bedroom and hearing her Father's footsteps outside. As horrible as it was, at least she knew what would happen and that it would be eventually over. But Dean…or rather the remnant of him in Hell had hurt Bela in ways that even her bastard of a Father couldn't. Dad took away her innocence and childhood but Dean took away her hope and her sanity. Bela thought she was going to suffer the same anguish every day in that God forsaken realm but thankfully Dean was rescued and later she was pulled out as well.
Dean drove them into the next town. Bela didn't catch the name on the way in but it was a small town that had no idea what they were now dealing with. If Dean had been returned to his sadistic demonic personality then this whole town was in danger. Who knows what he was up to?
Something caught Dean's eye as he pulled over into a parking spot just outside a diner. He left the car and headed over to Bela's side, drawing a knife to cut her the bindings holding her arms and knees together but left the duct tape binding her wrists intact. He grabbed by the arm and forced her out of the car, marching her right up to the doors of the diner.
"What are we doing here?" demanded Bela.
"Our destination," smiled Dean. He pulled out a device Bela recognized as a phone jammer and turned it on. With a flick of a button, he just rendered every cell phone inside completely useless. Dean then calmly open the door, gun raised and pulled Bela inside with him.
Inside were at least five customers and two waitresses, not counting whoever was along in the back rooms. Among the customers were two men, a woman with her infant son, and one teenager. No noticed the new arrivals as they stepped inside. They had no idea what was about to happen. Dean locked the doors behind them. Bela wasn't going to let this go down. She wouldn't let Dean do this to anyone and more importantly do this to himself.
Bela suddenly thrusted her hands up and swung her bounds hands around into Dean's face. It more or less stunned him for a second as Bela shouted, "Everyone run!"
Everyone's eyes suddenly shot onto them as Bela tried to grab Dean's gun but he easily overpowered her and knocked her feet out from underneath her. He raised his pistol at everyone in the room. "No one move!" he ordered.
Most of the customers either ducked down underneath their tables or raised their hands in terror. Dean quickly moved towards the kitchen entrance and kicked open the door. "Everyone out here now!" he ordered.
A second later, three male cooks came out of the kitchen with their hands raised. "Everyone over that corner now!" Dean ordered, pointing to the corner with no window and door. It was a deathtrap.
"Look we don't have much money but just take what you want and go," one of the waitresses pleaded. Dean calmly walked up to her and violently pistol whipped her in the face. She was knocked the ground unconscious with a bloody mark on her forehead.
"Anyone else?" Dean asked, glancing around. Everyone slowly moved towards the corner. Bela managed to get to her feet and realized she might have a chance to reach the door and get outside. It wasn't really an act of cowardice as Dean would chase after her and she could lead him away. Bela couldn't believe she was actually considering risking her life for a bunch of strangers. It seems the Winchesters' bad habits had rubbed off on her.
Bela rushed to the door but Dean was too fast, grabbing her before her hands could reach the door lock. She was slammed up against a wall and found a gun in her face. "Same old Abby. Always looking out for herself," mocked Dean.
"Actually I was going to lead you away. You're not going to kill me Dean. Otherwise you would have done so already," said Bela defiantly.
"You can lie to yourself all you want but you can't lie to me," mocked Dean. "When you inflict the amount of pain on someone like I did to you, it breaks down any resistance you have and they open themselves to you completely. You're selfish, greedy, arrogant, and all you care about is yourself."
"You're wrong. I care about you," whispered Bela.
That only made Dean's smile wider. "Ah ain't that just sweet," he laughed.
Dean suddenly lunged forward and kissed her. Bela was caught completely off guard and didn't have a chance to react before he finished. "It just so happens that I care about you," he explained as he manhandled her towards a table and shoved her into a seat.
"I care about you so much that I'm going to make sure the two of us are together for eternity," Dean added. Bela was afraid he was going to shoot her then himself. But then he pointed his pistol at the hostages.
"Here's how this little game is going to play out. I'm going to kill them all one by one," Dean calmly explained. "And no one even think about rushing me becauuussssee…"
He then pulled out another pistol hidden behind his jacket and concealed on his belt. "I now have enough firepower to kill all of you and I really wished I could. But it just so happens there is something else I would want more than that. So there's an alternate solution to this little problem and you're it Abby."
"What do you want?" demanded Bela.
"I want you to do the selfish thing sweetheart. I want you to save yourself," smiled Dean.
"Just bloody say it!" snapped Bela.
"Well sheesh since you asked so nicely. I want you to join me in Hell so in order to do that, we need to corrupt your soul. And the best way to do that is by tainting it with the blood of the innocent," explained Dean.
"You want to kill someone?" frowned Bela.
"Not just anyone Abs. I want to kill the most innocent among our candidates," Dean said pointing towards the hostages. Bela glanced at them, trying to figure out who he was talking about. Her heart nearly stopped when realized Dean's choice.
"No. I won't," Bela gasped, almost in tears. She wouldn't do that, not a chance in hell.
"Oh yeah you will Abby or I'll kill everyone here regardless. Did you know that allowing someone to die when you could have saved them is also considered to be a taint on your soul? So either way your soul is hell bound for eternity. Then once we get back to the old sauna, I'll finish what I started and make you into a demon. Then we can all live happily ever after. But first you have kill the baby," smirked Dean.
Every one of the hostages stared in horror at the infant who was currently in the hands of his horrified mother.
"Where could he have gone?" asked Sam who was slumped in the passenger chair of Bobby Singer's truck.
"Hell if I know," Bobby muttered as he continued removing one of the flat tires from his vehicle. He actually kept more than four spares in his truck as this wasn't the first time they've all been slashed. Dean might not be himself at the moment but Bobby was sure as hell going to give that boy an ass kicking the next time he sees him for this.
"Would you kindly explain just what in the hell is going on around here?" inquired Bobby.
"I don't know. The way he acted…it was if he was a demon except…he walked through a devil's trap like it wasn't there and metal only made him bleed," Sam tried to explain though unable to comprehend it himself.
"Could he be under some kind of spell?" asked Bobby.
"I don't think this. I think Alastair did something to him. Dean said that bastard made him whole again," Sam answered.
"And what in the hell is that supposed to mean?" sighed Bobby.
"Demons aren't born the way they are. They're human souls that had been twisted and corrupted from being in Hell. Dean told me when he was trapped down there, he tortured other people and he enjoyed. Maybe Alastair undid what the angels did to restore him to normal. Maybe Dean is now back to what he was in Hell," Sam thought out loud.
Bobby couldn't believe it and yet it was the only thing that made sense. Dean was one of the most fearless and selfless individuals Bobby had ever met. Now he didn't know who the boy was at the moment. "You don't think he'd kill Bela do you?" Bobby asked nervously.
"Honestly…I don't know what he's capable of right now," Sam said.
Bela needed to think and fast. If she didn't do something quickly, Dean was going to start killing people. There was no chance in hell Bela was going to kill a baby which meant she needed to do something to stop Dean from executing the customers and staff. Her hands were still bound so there was no chance she could try and overpower him. Running to the door and getting Dean to chase her didn't work last time and Bela was even further from the door then her last attempt.
"Well don't keep us all in suspense Bela," Dean said. "How are you going to do it? Smothering? Suffocation? Sorry but I'm not going to let you borrow one of my pistols."
"Shut up!" snapped Bela.
"So feisty," Dean smirked. "It's one of the things I like about you. Can't wait to see how you act it out as a demon."
Bela's mind had narrowed down her options to one idea and it was a really stupid one. Christ how in the hell could she even be considering such a thing? It was the dumbest idea she's ever come up with and it was even worse than any one of the Winchester's suicidal plans. Now that was impressive.
"Better hurry and decide Bela. Ever see LA Confidential? Remember the Night Owl scene?" Dean mocked.
Bela suddenly rushed to a nearby table and grabbed a steak knife. Thank god somebody decided they wanted sirloin today. "I should have known you'd have a thing for knives. Reminds me of happier times," chuckled Dean.
Bela then did the one thing she never thought she'd do. She held the knife right up to her neck. Dean looked on in amusement. "What are you doing?" he asked as if he was talking to a child.
"I'm pulling a Winchester. Your bad habits have rubbed off on me," remarked Bela.
"I've never tried to slit my own throat and neither has Sam," Dean pointed out.
"Well that's exactly what I'm going to do if you don't let them all go," Bela warned.
Dean burst into hysterical laughter. "I'm sorry this is just too good. You…as in the same woman who said she didn't care about anybody but herself and my sweet ass…are actually willing to risk her neck for a couple of strangers? C'mon Abby. A tiger can't change its stripes remember?" Dean mocked, reciting words that Bela told him.
A threat only works if you're willing to commit. Bela slowly dug the sharpened blade into her neck, drawing blood. Dean's smile didn't falter as Bela groaned in pain. This wasn't working, he didn't believe her. So she dug deeper and more blood spilled out. God she hopes this works because any deeper and Bela could cut an artery. Dean's smile started to fade as more blood dripped down Bela's neck.
"STOP!" Dean suddenly yelled, all his smug confidence gone. He actually looked concerned for her and maybe he was deep down. But he was still the same sadistic bastard who tortured her in Hell so she couldn't let up.
"Let them go or I'll severe an artery. You said I needed to perform something unforgiveable to be sent to Hell. Well I can't do that if I'm dead," Bela said. Dean glared at her, furious that she managed to checkmate him.
"Now let them all go now!" ordered Bela, keeping the knife at her throat.
Dean looked ready to explode. Bela was worried he might start shooting the hostages out of sheer spite but thankfully he just stepped aside. "Everybody outside now!" he shouted.
Everyone quickly rushed towards the front door, unlocking it before bolting outside. The mother stayed just long enough though to say, "Thank you."
Bela felt almost uncomfortable hearing that. Truthfully she did this more for herself than anyone else. She gladly off herself rather than risk going back to Hell. Still it felt strangely nice to hear such gratitude. This must be how the Winchesters feel when they save someone from something that goes bump in the night.
She didn't get a chance to enjoy the moment before Dean had grabbed her and roughly shoved her onto a table, holding her down. "You think this'll change anything? You think one stupid act will change what you are?!" he shouted.
"Maybe not. But I highly doubt whatever decides where souls go will send me to Hell for risking my life to save someone," smirked Bela.
Dean pulled Bela to her feet. "Time to leave Abbie. We're skipping town and doing this again when she reach the next one," he said.
"Sorry about this Dean," Bela apologized. Dean frowned and didn't realize what was talking about until it was too late. During his rant, Bela managed to grab a plate from the table she was shoved onto. Now back on her feet, Bela swung the plate and shattered it on Dean's skull. The blow knocked him senseless as he dropped to the ground. Bela quickly grabbed one of his pistols off him and tossed his spare away.
The second Dean regained his senses, Bela was aiming a pistol at him. "Really? You're going to kill me sweetheart?" he chuckled.
"I'm more than happy to give you a flesh wound if you really want to test me," Bela warned.
"Wow!" laughed Dean. "For someone claiming to care about me, you sure don't act like it."
"It's because I care that I haven't put a bullet in your head but then you'd just go back to Hell and I can't let that happen," Bela stated.
"Ah you're so sweet," smiled Dean. The sirens of police cars could be heard in the distance, sounds like the former hostages manage to contact the authorities. Bela wasn't exactly excited about putting Dean in jail but unfortunately, Bela didn't have any other option. She couldn't kidnap him and take him back to Bobby and Sam as he was too dangerous. One slip up and Dean will disarm her and all of this will start all over again.
"Sorry sweetheart. Sounds like our date's over," smirked Dean. He suddenly threw his feet out and kicked Bela in the ankles. The blow knocked her off her feet but she managed to hold onto the gun even with her hands still bound. Dean took off running towards the back to escape. Bela got to her feet as Dean disappeared into the kitchen. She was about to chase after him when the front door was kicked open and two sheriff deputies came charging with guns raised.
"Freeze police! Drop the gun now!" one of them shouted. Bela dropped the pistol then slowly raised her hands.
Wickfield, Wyoming
Sam and Bobby heard over a police scanner how Dean held up a diner in a nearby town but the employees and customer managed to get away. Dean escaped and someone matching Bela's description was in custody. Sam was still in bad shape but they needed to hurry to pick Bela up and hopefully pick up Dean's trail. Bobby switched into cheap suits that would at least look like it belonged to a federal agent before heading into town. Normally they'd also switch vehicles as a truck wasn't exactly standard vehicles for the FBI but they were in a hurry.
They arrived at the diner to find it surrounded by police vehicles and several vans belonging to local news outlets. "I'll get Bela. You just stay here," Bobby insisted.
It was clear that Sam wanted to argue but Bobby got out of the truck before he had a chance to respond. He spotted Bela being checked over by an ambulance. She wasn't in handcuffs which meant she was being treated as a witness and not a suspect. That'll make it easier to sneak her out of here. Bobby approached Bela who instantly recognized him but said nothing.
"Special agent Mike Kayser of the FBI," Bobby introduced himself to the paramedic checking over Bela. He held up a fake ID that seemed to convince the man.
"I need to ask her a few questions in private," he stated.
"She's only got a few cuts and bruises anyways," shrugged the EMT who walked off.
As soon as he was out of ear shot, Bobby asked, "You ok?"
"No I'm not alright Bobby. Dean is practically a bloody demon?!" Bela snapped.
"Calm down," Bobby shushed her. "Do you know where Dean went?"
"No but I know what he wants," grumbled Bela, both furious and terrified.
"And what's that?" asked Bobby.
"Me in Hell. He wants to do something that will taint my soul and send me back there. He tried to get me to kill a baby in that diner. I managed to stop him but he'll just try something like this again," Bela shivered. It was hard for Bobby to believe that Dean was actually capable of this. But then again, maybe everyone should stop seeing him as Dean and more as a demon.
"We'll get him back but first we need to get you out of here," Bobby assured her.
"And here I was planning on receiving the keys to the city," muttered Bela as she followed Bobby towards his truck.
"Where do you think you're going?" someone called out to them. They turned to see the Sheriff walking towards them.
"Agent Kayser FBI," Bobby held up his badge again. "This woman is now a witness to a federal investigation."
"Excuse me?" frowned the Sheriff.
"This isn't the first diner your suspect has hit and now that he's traveled over state lines, that's makes it the FBI's jurisdiction," Bobby explained. The Sheriff's eyes widened as he drew his weapon.
"Hey what are you…" protested Bobby.
"FBI! Hands up now!" a voice shouted behind him. He turned to two men approaching them with guns raised. One of them, who looked incredibly familiar, had his badge out that had the FBI initials on it.
"Bobby Singer and Abigail Grayson. I've been waiting to meet you two," the agent said.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" demanded Bela.
"Agent Victor Henrickson. I'm an old friend of your buddies Sam and Dean Winchester," he smiled. Bobby glanced over to his truck to Sam getting patted down and handcuffed by two men in suits. No doubt even more agents.
"Oh bollocks," Bela cursed. She raised her hands as did Bobby.
(Told you Agent Henrickson would should up eventually and meet an angel hint hint. Wow I thought everyone would be pulling out the torches and pitchforks the first time I posted this but all the reviews and responses I've received were very positive. Thank you and please review.)
