(Sorry for the long delay. It was never my intention of abandoning this story.)
"Excuse me. I'm quite certain this is a violation of my constitutional rights! At least bloody one of them!" Bela called out from her jail cell. If being locked up behind bars wasn't bad enough, her wrists were handcuffed and chained to shackles restraining the movement of her legs. At least Bela had her own cell while Bobby and Sam weren't lucky. The two of them were shackled together making mobility between them nearly impossible. Bela couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Sam's condition. He had been beaten badly and bandages wrapped around his broken fingers. The man should be in a hospital but Agent Victor Dickwad refused to show any leniency. He even emptied the jail out of the only other inmate. He was there for Drunken and Disorderly so Agent Dickwad wouldn't be losing his career for letting him go.
"Hey! Are you listening?!" Bela shouted. Of course no one answered here, not that she was surprised. Bela couldn't believe this. She managed to stay out of law enforcement's attention for years and now at the very worst time with Dean having the mind of a demon, she gets locked up. She heard about Agent Henrikson and how he was the stereotypical FBI agent that becomes overly obsessed with cases. Problem was his obsession was chasing the Winchesters all around the country and now Bela was getting dragged into it.
"Could you stop that?" grumbled an annoyed Bobby.
"Look pal you might be heading to the slammer but I'm not joining you for the ride," Bela said as if she had never seen Bobby before in her life. Thankfully he at least kept his mouth shut afterwards and didn't do anything to blow this little facade.
"I have a very expensive lawyer! He just loves unlawful imprisonment lawsuits," Bela called out.
Agent Henrikson walked into the cell hallway with a confident look on his face. "Miss Talbot. So nice to finally meet you."
"The pleasure's all yours now let me out," Bela demanded.
"Oh we'll get to that but first I'd like to ask you a few questions," Victor said as he pulled out a notepad and a pen.
"Look I get that people become Federal Agents is because they're compensating for something but you can do your little power trip on someone else's time," Bela snorted.
Henrikson smirked, "Wow no wonder Dean has a thing for you. Of course you found out the hard way that he's not someone you want to be friends with. Just ask the people in that diner. Now what exactly is your relationship with the Winchesters?"
"Who?" Bela feigned ignorance.
"Don't play stupid with me. You know who Dean is but you don't know his last name?" scoffed Victor.
"Honestly I never cared to know his last name. They were just always Sam and Dean to me," Bela shrugged.
"And how do you know them?" demanded Victor.
"I've met with them on a few occasions. Truthfully I don't know them too well," Bela lied.
"Right," smiled Victor, not believing a word she said. "Do one of those occasions happen to be the Sea Pines Museum last year? An artifact was stolen during a charity ball and you just happened to be there with Dean," he added. That bloody picture of her and Dean was the same reason Gordon Walker and his goons tracked her down and now it was coming back to bite her in the ass again.
"I needed a date and I figured he was cute enough to suffice. We talked for a while, I passed out from having too much to drink, and then he left me. Quite the gentleman," quipped Bela.
"Did you also pass out in the London Museum of Natural History three years ago? Funny enough you were town the same day an Egyptian necklace went missing. It's been valued at nearly a quarter of a million dollars," Victor said.
"Wow sounds like the work of a professional," smiled Bela.
"It's a repeating theme with you. Dubai, Moscow, Sydney, everywhere you go something not bolted down tends to go missing," said Victor.
"Oh dear it sounds like I have a stalker," smirked Bela.
Victor smiled, "You know you remind me of Dean. You both have that same guilty as sin grin on your faces. Both thinking you're smarter than everybody else probably because you were raised like that. Dean was raised by a drunk who passed his psychotic delusions onto his children and you Miss Grayson were never disciplined even after committing almost every crime in the book before you were even fourteen."
Bela's smile faded when the agent mentioned the name Grayson. "That's right Bela or should I say Abigail? You might have burned your fingerprints off but unfortunately for you, facial recognition has come a long way. Interpol would like a word with you on a few things, the thefts I just mentioned being among them. And let's not forget the ones you committed that I do have jurisdiction over. Forty-two counts of breaking and entering…that we know about…seven counts of identity theft, twenty-nine counts of fraud…again that we know about….and I'm not sure we have a number high enough to accurately identify the number of grand larcenies. Pretty impressive for someone who isn't even twenty-five years old," he said.
Bela burst into laughter after hearing the charges. Truthfully his numbers were far too low. "You forgot to charge me with indecent exposure. I was shopping at a mall during Christmas and mooning Santa Claus. I also broke into the control room and changed the music to Twisted Sister. That should count as breaking and entering not to mention poor taste in music in the first degree. Then there was the incident with the beagles…"
"I know the song," muttered an annoyed Victor. "But not of these can compare to your biggest payday of all after you killed your parents."
Bela gave him a death glare for mentioning them. He had no idea what she went through and why she made that deal. Even Bobby and Sam were throwing looks at her upon hearing that. Dean never told them the truth but Bela was certain those two probably figured it there was more to the story. After all, Dean wouldn't be so close to someone who killed her own parents for money.
"I didn't kill them. Daddy's reckless driving did," Bela said matter-of-factly.
"Daddy didn't slash the brake line on his car," retorted Victor.
"And neither did I although the old man wasn't exactly a character of renowned virtue. He made plenty of enemies making all those millions," Bela said.
"Maybe he should have been worried about the enemy living in the same house as him. After their deaths, you inherited everything," said Victor.
Bela shrugged, "Dying was the nicest thing either one of them ever did for me."
"You're all heart," scoffed Victor. "Now I'm sure you're probably thinking you can get away with this just like you always do but I'd be more worried about Dean. As hard as it is for me to believe, he's actually gotten worse. Who knows what he's capable of and the witnesses in the diner said he was quite obsessed with you. So tell me how to find him or who knows what he might do next."
Bela's smile returned. "Like I said before. You G men are nothing more than blokes on power trips. You can't hold me under suspicion of a crime that did not take place under your jurisdiction and the fact that my Miranda rights were never spoken when I was brought here tells me that you don't have anything you can charge me with."
Victor's smile didn't falter. "I never said you were being charged with a crime. You're being held as a material witness," he replied.
"What?!" snapped Bela. Ever since 9/11, the court system had loosened the reigns when it came to the limits of material witness orders. Looks like this was one power trip she was going to have to endure.
"It's for your own protection," Victor mocked. He turned his attention to Sam and mockingly winced. "Damn. What the hell happened to you?"
Sam didn't answer, not even bothering to look at the federal agent. "Look he needs a doctor," argued Bobby.
"He lost the right to visit a hospital when he broke out of prison. He'll get medical treatment once he gets to supermax," Victor replied. "I've heard about you Mister Singer. Some of my predecessors investigated you for multiple acts of desecrating graves and murder. I guess birds of feather do flock, kill, and grave rob together."
"And they were able to prove two things. Jack in the first degree followed by squat in the second degree," Bobby spat.
Victor kept that confident smile of his. "Which is why you're also here on a material witness order just like Miss Grayson. At least until I can find something to charge the two of you that'll stick," he said.
The agent then turned his attention back to Sam. "Who did that to you?" he repeated his earlier question.
When Winchester wouldn't answer him, the wheel were clearing turning inside Victor's head. "It was Dean wasn't?" he inquired.
Sam's silence might as well have been an admission. "You know I've always known the two of you were psychotic but not to the level Dean's been acting lately. What happened Sam? Get cold feet? Did Dean cross a line that even you won't cross? You didn't agree with what he was doing and this was how he reacted? Tell me where he is and I can stop him from doing this to anyone else," he implored.
"Screw you," whispered Sam.
"The man beats the hell outta you and tries to massacre an entire diner and you are still defending him," scoffed Victor.
He headed towards the exit. "Don't get comfortable. The three of you will all be in supermax within the hour," he warned.
Dean should be having the time of his life. After all he was finally his old self again but instead he was slicing his wrist into a cup to complete a blood ritual. There were better ways to perform the spell but unfortunately Dean had to make do with the materials he had on hand or rather flowing through his hand. It was so strange to be corporeal again after the decades he spent in Hell. There he could be anything he wanted to be, change the world around into whatever he desired. Personally he never understood why demons would ever want to leave it with teaming masses of souls one could carve up.
But now Dean wanted something more than to be back in Hell or rather someone. When he was torturing Bela years ago, he did in the knowledge that eventually she would turn just like Dean and then the two of them would be together forever. Instead those damn angels had to go and ruin everything by pulling him and Bela out. Dean was planning on killing himself to get back there but first he needed a fool proof way of securing Bela's damnation and they can be together in Hell once more.
"C'mon old man I ain't got all night," Dean called out once the ritual was finished.
"Patience is a virtue junior," a voice spoke behind him. Dean turned to see his mentor and better father figure then John Winchester ever was. He was in a new host but still has the same accent.
"Then again I'd be cranky too being stuck in a meat suit," Alastair added.
"Maybe you can help with that," Dean said.
Alastair smiled, "Can it be? I wasn't certain my spell was working on your little noggin before those celestial roaches interrupted. Has the prodigal son returned?"
Dean held out his hands and said, "I'm back baby!"
"Good to have you back Padawan. Hell just hasn't been the same without you. All the newest recruits are so boring with their methods. No vision, kids today just don't understand art," remarked Alastair.
"Speaking of art you remember my masterpiece?" Dean reminded him.
"Oh yes. You impersonated little Abigail's daddy and made her relieve those wonderful childhood memories. Good times," chuckled Alastair.
"Yeah well I want to finish the job but I can't do that if Castiel and the Heavenly Dicks pull me and Bela back out of Hell even if we get sent back there," pointed out Dean.
"Don't worry about that. You've practically got smoke coming out your mouth as we speak. An hour in Hell and your internship will be over. Angels can't bring back you back once your soul turns to smoke," replied Alastair.
"Good. Now we just gotta find Bela and…" Dean said.
"Sorry kiddo but Abby stays breathing. Lilith's orders," Alastair interrupted.
"Why the hell would Lilith want Bela alive?" demanded a confused Dean.
"Not completely sure but I think it might have to do with whatever brought her back," answered Alastair.
Now Dean was really confused. "What are you talking about? The angels did it," he said.
"Guess again junior. Whatever snatched her soul from the abyss didn't descend from Heaven, it came from below. See there are layers and levels to Hell. The upper ones being where souls go to and therefore has all the action. Most demons stay there for the pleasures and also pop up to this artic crap heap from time to time. The lower you go, the less demons there are until there isn't anybody left. Everyone stays away from the depths as there's nothing down there but endless void. Azazel spent a century or two searching for Lucifer down there but came back empty. Then one day, something came up from those depths and ripped through Hell like a hurricane. This thing moved so fast killing hundreds of demons that were in its way and before anyone knew what was going on, it snatched Abby and escaped to Earth. Whatever did this is powerful Dean and it obviously wants Abigail alive. Lilith's not stupid enough to do something that'll piss it off like killing her," explained Alastair.
"I am not leaving here without her. I need her!" Dean shouted.
"Ah to be young and in love," Alastair mockingly sighed. "Tell you what kiddo. Since I'm a romantic at heart, I'm going to do you a tremendous favor. I'll make sure Bela stays nice and safe somewhere locked up where no angel can find her but we've got to find her first. Plus there's the other matter of your brother's head. I have a place for it reserved at my new Congo getaway. Absolute anarchy and mass executions year round."
"Well I still prefer Hell. This dump of a planet is too limiting for me. As for your problem, that's simple. They're both locked up in the local jail," smiled Dean.
Alastair smiled back, "Well then. Let's go check the visiting hours."
"I want my phone call you bloody wankers!" Bela shouted. Maybe her lawyer could raise a big enough stink to get her out of this but it was hard getting to a phone when no would let you out of your cell. She was certain Dean and Sam were used to getting arrested but for Bela, she hadn't been at the wrong end of the law in years. Normally she'd just lock pick her cuffs and then her cell to escape but unfortunately the FBI goons, or more appropriately perverts, did a through body search on her. So the only way to get out of here was to make as much noise as possible until she annoyed someone enough to let her use a phone.
"Will you give it a rest?" Bobby grumbled.
"Rest? I'm in a bloody jail cell because of you, Sam, and Dean!" Bela snapped.
"Don't yell at me sweetheart," Bobby growled.
"Will you two just calm down?" sighed Sam.
"Alright pipe down ya animals," a man sighed as he entered the room. Dressed in a suit that screamed FBI, the agent pulled out a set of keys and headed towards Bela's cell.
"It's your lucky day sweetheart. Brass above Henrikson's paygrade says you get your phone call," the agent said, unlocking Bela's cell.
"It's about bloody time," complained Bela. The agent grabbed her by the arm and started leading her out.
"Couldn't you also take these off?" Bela asked as sweetly as possible, holding up her shackled hands.
"Figured you'd want to keep them on. Dean said you had a thing for chains," the agent smiled, his eyes turning black.
Bela's eyes widened. "Sam…" she tried to scream but was instantly muffled as the demon wrapped his hand around her mouth. He then turned his attention to Bobby and Sam, pulling out the sidearm of his host. Bobby shoved Sam to the ground, covering his body with his own as a shield.
Suddenly the demon screamed, light bursting out of his eyes and mouth. Bela glanced behind her to realize a hand was touching the back of the demon's head that belonged to a familiar looking figure in a trench coat. The demon released his hold on Bela, causing her to collapse to the ground. She cursed, damn shackles causing her to lose her balance. The screams stopped as she glanced around, noticing the demon and Castiel had both vanished.
"Cas?" Bela called out. Where the hell did he go? Bela was grateful the Fluffy wings had shown up to save the day again but why'd he just vanish all of a sudden?
"What's going on in here?" Henrikson yelled as he and two FBI agents burst inside the room with their guns drawn. They probably heard the screaming.
"Uhh…would you believe an angel just saved us from a demon?" Bela smiled as innocently as she possibly could. Wasn't like they were going to believe anything she said anyways so might as well tell the truth.
"There's to be a guard detail in the cell block at all times. They are not getting away again," Henrikson ordered. "The rest of you secure every exit and don't let anyone into this building who isn't authorized to be here. Any questions?"
Agent Victor Henrikson had commandeered the local police station the moment he had Sam, Bobby, and Bela in custody. He only had five agents with him so he required the cooperation of the local Sheriff's department. Sheriff Clancy Sullivan only had ten deputies on staff and eight of them were out on patrol. Only two of them were actually in the station so they would have to do. Until a helicopter arrived from the Denver Field Office to take the three prisoners into custody, the whole building had to be turned into a fortress. Sam wasn't going to escape Victor again and neither will Dean.
The two Winchesters had been quiet for the past few months, keeping a low profile. They've certainly learned from their past mistakes and always staying one step ahead of the FBI. That was until Dean Winchester went full Natural Born Killer and tried to massacre a diner. Victor arrived in town with a group of local agents from the local county office certain he was too late again. Imagine his surprise when he saw Sam Winchester along with two individuals of interest Bobby Singer and Abigail Grayson (aka Bela Talbot).
Victor had no intention of allowing the three of them slip out away. Especially since according to witnesses, Dean seemed to have a thing for Miss Talbot. Hopefully Victor could use her to draw that psychotic Winchester out and finally have the whole bunch. This case had turned him into a joke among the Bureau. Everyone sniggering behind his back for not being able to catch a bunch of mental basket cases who dig up corpses for fun. Well soon it will all be over and Victor will enjoy a nice juicy steak while thinking about how miserable the Winchesters will be in solitary confinement.
Victor took a quick head count as he glanced around the assembly of FBI agents and deputies. He frowned, realizing they were one man short. "Where's Agent Simmons?" he asked.
Everyone else in the room scanned the room but no one saw him either. "I saw him about ten minutes ago. Probably on a smoke break," Agent Newsome spoke.
"The three of you check the parking lot but stayed together and don't venture too far. If you don't see him then get back here. The rest of you assume we have company. If Dean Winchester's here, keep your eyes peeled and don't take any chances. Shoot first and ask questions later," Victor ordered.
Three FBI headed outside to look for Simmons while the rest of the agents and deputies dispersed to cover the exits. Everyone except for Sheriff Sullivan who still just as pissed as he was when Victor arrived in his town. "Shoot first and ask questions later?" he frowned.
"You haven't been chasing these guys for three years. These guys make John Dillinger look like Mr. Magoo so unless you want you and your men to end up dead, you don't take any chances," Victor said and he wasn't in the mood to say it twice.
"You suits may think us small town yahoos are stupid but we've handled thugs like them long before you came strutting in. I'll call the nearby towns and get the sheriffs to send us a couple dozen deputies," Sullivan retorted.
"Do it," Victor replied. Things were tense between the local sheriff's department and the FBI agents but having more guns protecting the building wasn't a bad idea. Best not to take chances with Dean Winchester still at large.
The Sheriff headed towards his office as Victor pulled out his cell phone. He dialed the number to the closest FBI field office, wanting to get an update of how soon the helicopter he requested will arrive to transport the prisoners. To his irritation, he didn't get even get a dial tone. Victor checked his phone and saw it was getting zero reception. This was why he hated visiting small towns like these that somehow didn't even have a working cell tower nearby.
Victor headed to a nearby desk and picked up a corded phone only to hear absolute silence. The Sheriff existed his office as Victor hung up.
"The phones are dead," Sullivan said suspiciously. Victor's paranoia was screaming that something was wrong.
"Check the radio. Call the nearby county sheriffs, state troopers, the goddamn National Guard! Get everyone you can get here now!" Victor ordered. Sullivan nodded and quickly headed for the department's radio while the FBI Agent headed towards the cells. He wanted to check on the guard detail for the cells to make sure everything was fine. To his relief, the two agents he posted reported no problems and the prisoners were still in their cells.
Victor was starting to think maybe he was getting a little too paranoid especially after he saw Agent Newsome and the two other agents returned with Agent Simmons. "Where were you?" Victor demanded.
"On a smoke break," smiled Simmons. His eyes suddenly turned pure black as if the irises whites had been completely covered over in ink.
"I can't reach anyone on the radio. It's definitely being jammed…" Sullivan said as he approached Victor. The Sheriff didn't step another foot before Simmons drew his firearm and shot the man point blank in the back of the head. Blood exploded out of Sullivan's skull as he collapsed to the floor lifeless.
Victor was so shocked by what just happened, he froze for a moment. His mind was just unable to process what just happened. All of the deputies in the ward room who just witnessed the murder quickly drew their weapons. Agent Newsome and the two others with Simmons drew their weapons and opened fire on everyone in sight. Victor quickly took cover as the deputies returned fire. To his shock, the suits on his agents were exploding with blood as they were getting pelted with bullets and yet they were almost laughing from the bullet wounds.
"Simmons, Newsome! Stand down!" Victor shouted as he drew his own weapon. The murderous FBI agents continued their rampage, easily gunning down the deputies who were unable to kill their attackers. The two guards in the cell block rushed into the room, only to get shot by Simmons and Newsome. Now the killers were turning their attention to Victor. He was cut off from any exit and needed to find better cover.
Victor rushed towards the cell block only for his arm to erupt in pain. He clenched his forearm and realized he'd been shot. Victor managed to duck into the doorway but knew he was now trapped. There was only one way in or out of it and he just ran through it.
"What the bloody hell is going on out there?!" Bela Talbot shouted as Victor staggered into the cell block. Sam, Bobby, and Bela all had the same horrified look on their faces when they saw the FBI agent bleeding. Whatever the hell was going on, it was scaring the hell out of them as much as Victor. He was starting to think that maybe they weren't in on it.
"Hey let us out of here!" shouted Bobby. Victor ignored the old man as aimed his pistol at the entrance, ready to go down in haze of bullets.
Simmons and Newsome came around the corner and were greeted by a hail of bullets as Victor opened fire. The agents or rather whatever the hell these things were simply smiled as bullet holes exploded across their chests. Victor emptied his entire clip and his attackers didn't so much as moan. If anything they were almost laughing
"Neat trick huh?" chuckled Simmons. He aimed his pistol at Victor's head. "Now let's see you try it."
Victor prepared himself for the end when suddenly a man in a trench coat appeared behind the two attackers and grasped both of them by the heads. Simmons and Newsome screamed in pain as light seemed to explode out of their eyes and mouths. The two dropped to the floor motionless, hopefully dead or….something. Victor couldn't explain any of this.
"Castiel. Where have you been you bloody fairy?" snapped Bela.
"Keeping my distance," Castiel answered matter-of-factly. With a motion of his hand, Bela's handcuffs loosened and dropped to the floor. As if that wasn't shocking enough, Sam and Bobby's shackles dropped as well. With another motion by Castiel, the cell doors swung open.
"What…the…hell?" asked an exasperated Victor.
"Actually I'm from heaven," Castiel replied.
Another being suddenly appeared in the room next to Sam. A young woman with red hair touched the Winchester's forehead and, as if things weren't weird enough, all of Sam's wounds vanished as if completely healing themselves almost instantaneously. None of this was possible. What was going on here?
Two more beings appeared next to Castiel. "We've dealt with the rest inside but more demons are gathering outside. They know we're here and preparing to try and overwhelm us," the dark skinned one said.
"They will fail," Castiel remarked.
"Do you hear that you putrid fart clouds? Come and get it!" another one spoke with a British accent.
"Care to explain what's going on here?" demanded Bobby.
"We needed to find Dean and this was the only way to do it," Castiel said.
"Only way to do what? By just leaving us to get killed off by dem…Wait a second? Did you use us as bait?!" shouted Bela.
"You might have noticed your boyfriend is returning to his old ways," the dark skinned one spoke.
"What's going on with Dean?" snapped Sam.
"When we rescued him from the Pit, Dean's time there had changed him. He had become sadistic and vile, close to becoming a demon himself. We placed blocks on his memories of his time there to restore him back to his original self. Alistair must have undone them when he attacked Dean," explained Castiel.
"Yeah we kinda found that out the hard way," Bela grumbled.
"We cannot allow Dean Winchester to be lost. He's too important so we were ordered to find him at all cost," said the woman.
"Including dangling us like a worm on a frickin hook," hissed Bobby.
The woman frowned. "You were wearing shackles not hooks," she said confused.
"Besides from what we've heard, he's still interested in his little minx here," stated Balthazar, referring to Bela. "We were hoping he'd pop up for her and then we could wrap this all up but it seems Dean's gotten in touch with some demons to package retrieval."
"Okay will someone please tell me what exactly is going on here?!" shouted Victor, catching everyone's attention.
"Uhh…Agent Henrikson meet Castiel, Adriel, Uriel, and Balthazar. They're angels," Sam said, introducing the unnatural beings.
"And dicks," Bela added, glaring at their rescuers.
"Angels…as in Michael Landon?" frowned Victor.
"Who is this Landon they keep speaking of?" asked Adriel. Castiel shrugged as if not knowing the answer.
"And…those things that look like my people?" asked Victor, referring to Simmons and Newsome's corpses.
"Demons. Warriors of Lucifer," answered Castiel. Victor would have burst into laughter upon hearing all of this just ten minutes ago. But it's amazing what could happen in such a short amount of time and how quickly it can change your entire view of the world.
Uriel glanced around. "Do you hear that?" he asked.
"Hear what?" asked Bobby.
"Exactly. I don't hear anything. What are they waiting for?" wondered Uriel.
"I'll check it out," replied Adriel. She suddenly frowned, glanced at the floor and then at the walls.
"What is it?" asked Sam.
"Something's wrong…I can't leave," said a confused Adriel. Balthazar, Uriel, and Castiel all seemed to share her confusion and concern.
Castiel walked up to the nearest wall and pressed his hand against it. "The walls are repelling us. The demons must have lined the entire building with Enochian sigils," he surmised.
"The entire building? How did they did it so fast?" asked a stunned Bela.
"They must have been waiting for us. They knew we would have stopped any attempts on your lives so they waited for us to reveal ourselves and encased us inside," realized Castiel.
"Enochian?" frowned Victor.
"Shut up maggot," Uriel spat. Victor was starting to agree with Miss Talbot that these angels really were dicks.
"What do we do now?" asked Bela.
"Bunker down because they'll be coming for us all," answered Sam.
