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Its The Great Pumpkin Sam Winchester
It had been a couple of days since Geth and Karl left. I didn't want to talk to Bobby and Dean didn't want to talk to me. It was a pretty quiet house all in all. Most days I'd spent working on my baby. It cleared my head for a little while. I was out working on the Camaro listening to my mp3 player when I felt someone appear at my side. I kept listening to my music until the song ended and the person was still there. I put the wrench down I had in my hand and pulled out one ear phone as I stood up from the hood of my baby. Castiel was stood there watching me fix the car, well at first I thought that was what he was watching until I saw him look me up and down. I was in a short white crop top and jeans with my hair tied up in a ponytail. My stomach was on show with the fading scars Alistair gave me. Most had healed but a few was still visible. Castiel seemed to give me the once over and then focused on the scars. I guess even anatomical missing angels want some. I thought as he stared.
"What?" I said plainly folding my arms over my chest. "I'm a bit busy." I said glancing to the engine I was working on.
"I am aware of the circumstances which occurred a few days ago." Castiel said looking at me plainly.
"So?" I said sighing and turning back to work on the engine.
"I am sorry." He said and I made a noise similar to a grunt and continued to work on my baby. "I did not wish to tear your family apart." He said plainly.
"I bet you didn't wish to get them killed either, but you did a grand job of that!" I said sarcastically still working under the hood. "Not to mention now Dean knows why I'm really here."
"There is no shame in having help in a fight." Castiel said and I stood up again looking at him, the wrench in my hands.
"Tell him that sparky." I said sarcastically and tapped the wrench against his coat leaving an oil stain. I smiled and went back under the hood and Cass left.
I worked on the car the rest of the day and then when it started to get dark I made my way back towards the house. One thing about America was even when the sun set, it was still warmer than home. I reached the back of the house and saw Dean sat outside by himself drinking, I stopped a little way from him and looked at him. I still hadn't really talked about the whole angel protection gig, and honestly I wasn't sure how I was going to talk about it. But lucky for me Dean wasn't feeling chatty. I took a deep breath and walked into his eye shot. He watched me, glaring at me until I reached the step he was sat on. He was in the middle of the step and there was no way of getting past him without some form of contact.
"Dean, can you move over so I can get past?" I asked softly. Dean looked at me plainly, probably thinking about what I said.
"No." He said with a smile and went back to drinking. I sighed and looked up to the sky, cursing under my breath. "They wont help you." He said bitterly. I looked down and he was talking to me but looking into nothing.
"I've noticed." I said and tried to control my temper. "Dean just move so I can pass, ok?" I said looking at him. Dean smiled at me then placed the bottle down on the step.
"No. No it's not ok." Dean said standing up; he was already taller than me but when he stood up on the step it felt like David vs Goliath death-match. I looked up at his face and tilted my head slightly to one side.
"Dean, just move." I said sharper than I meant it to come out. Dean walked down the step and forced me to back up slightly but not by much. "Thanks." I said and tried to side step him but he blocked my path, I tried it a few times until I felt myself starting to loose my temper. I stopped trying to move and looked at the ground composing myself. I looked up and he was glaring at me. I stared back just waiting for this thing to boil over. He was studying my face looking for something, looking for an answer to the question that had been burning him up inside to ask. I closed the gap between us and glared into his eyes. "Ask." I whispered then stepped back. Dean laughed looking away then looked back at me.
"Ask you what? Why you lied to us for so long? Or maybe I should ask you when you were planning on tell us. Or I could ask why the fuck do you think you can protect me when you can't even protect yourself?!" Dean shouted in my face. I stood then and took a deep breath to keep myself calm. Lately I didn't trust myself when I lost my temper. Not after the whole nearly killing an angel thing.
"I never lied to you." I said softly. Dean laughed bitterly and walked away from the step's shoulder barging me in the process.
"Really? Then why the hell didn't you tell us about this sooner? Why did we have to find out through an argument with your brother?!" Dean shouted shaking his head at me. "How am I meant to trust you when your not honest?"
"You never asked me!" I shouted back. I looked to the floor. "You never asked me," I said in a softer voice. "And I never was planning on telling you Dean, because I knew exactly how you would react."
"Super!" Dean said sarcastically walking away from me. "What was I suppose to do? Huh? Ask everyone I save if god sent them to me?!" Dean asked shouting and spinning to face me again.
"Might of helped!" I shouted back. I shook my head and headed away from the house.
"Whoa! Whoa, where do you think you're going. We are not finished here!" Dean shouted fallowing me. I stopped and turned to him. I was starting to lose it and I really didn't think it was safe for Dean to be round me.
"Back off!" I shouted and felt the wolf side of me craving to be let loose. I screwed my hand up into a fist and squeezed it so tight I was sure any second blood would drip out of it. Dean noticed my hand and then walked up to me.
"Why the hell do the angel's think I need protecting?!" Dean shouted in my face.
"Back off." I said as my voice became to get lower and I felt the familiar sensation burn through my veins. Dean just stood there glaring at me.
"No." He growled. "Tell me why the angel's think I need protecting and why they think you're the choice baby sitter?!" Dean growled glaring, his green eye's burning with anger. I looked down at the ground to hold on to the last strings of control I had left. "Tell me!" Dean shouted and I brought my head up. Dean's face showed one quick second of surprise and then went straight back to his neutral appearance.
"I told you to back off Dean." I growled and stepped closer to him. "But you didn't listen." I tilted my head and smiled. "You want answer's? I'll give you answers." I said and swung my fist towards him slower than a werewolf so that I wouldn't hurt Dean... too much. Dean dodged it and swung his own fist, I cleared it easy and jumped swinging my legs into Dean's chest and we both landed on the floor. "I was told to protect you by Castiel and that's what I'll do." I growled as we both got to our feet at the same time. "And as for why me. Hell the only reason I could come up with is," I charged at Dean and pinned him to a tree. "I'm faster, stronger and better than any human. I am the legend of my clan, the She-Wolf, the dominant female who will end the curse upon my family and will be in the final day's of Earth." I growled repeating parrot fashion the words my father used to say to use when we were little. I always believed it was a fairy tale. I sighed and looked to the floor taking a deep breath. I looked up and was a lot calmer. I still had Dean pinned to the tree and he was glaring at me. I pushed him and let go.
"Why didn't you leave? With Gethin and Karl." Dean asked as I started to walk back to the house. I stopped not turning around and lowered my head you don't get to ask that question. I choice you over my own kin, don't ever question it Dean, because believe me I am enough for both of us. Gethin wants to get killed, I reckon somewhere inside so do you. But I can save you... I'd never be able to save him. I raised my head and headed back to the house ignoring Dean's cries for me to come back.
After the joyful chat I had with Dean I went to get a shower. I walked out of the bathroom and I walked into Sam. He'd been acting awkward with me since Geth kept insinuating I wanted to sleep with him. Now I was stood in only a towel in front of him. He started to blush. I felt like a teenager again. Not a fun time I might add.
"Sorry." I said softly looking at the floor.
"It's fine. But I was hoping to find you." Sam said and I looked up at him confused.
"Really?" I nearly chocked out the word. Sam gave me a quick smile then nodded.
"Yeah," He said and smiled at me. He started to blush again. "Um, I think I found a case." He said quickly.
"Oh," I said surprised. "I mean, yeah of course. A case, what, do you think it's a seal?" I asked suddenly feeling way too naked.
"Um.. yeah. Well I'm not sure yet. A guy was killed by like five razor blades in his candy." Sam said explaining the case.
"Well I'm not eating sweets again." I said joking. Sam laughed and then nodded. "But why does that make our radar?" I asked pulling the towel up more.
"Well I just thought it was a little odd. Kind of the thing you get in urban legend rather than real life." Sam said watching me pull the towel up and quickly look away.
"Cool, well we haven't really herd anything for a while. Maybe we should check it out for fun." I said smiling softly. Sam smiled back nodding.
"Well, I'd best... you know. Go tell Dean..." Sam said taking a few steps back. "He doesn't... I mean I don't know if he and you want to hunt together. You know what I mean?" I nodded.
"Yeah... Dean and me, we should be professional enough to work together. Anyway I should get changed and pack a bag." I said walking towards my room.
We stood in the kitchen were the guy had died on the candy. It looked pretty normal, no obvious smells of sulphur or signs of evil activity. Sam was talking to the widow while I looked at the candy box for clues. Dean was looking everywhere else. We were still not really talking, which made Sam the piggy in the middle.
"How many razor blades did they find?" Sam asked softly to the widow who looked distraught.
"Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat." She said welling up. "He swallowed four of them, how is that even possible?" Dean was checking out the cooker and the widow turned her attention to him. "The candy was never in the oven."
"We just have to be thorough Mrs Wallis." Dean said then continued looking.
"Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?" Sam asked drawing her attention back him.
"No. I mean I don't know. I don't think so." She said shaking her head. Dean was checking out the fridge. I shook my head thinking now is he looking for evidence or food? Food. I kept looking around too and found nothing. "I just... I can't believe it," Mrs Wallis said to Sam I noticed Dean move the fridge. "You hear urban legends about this stuff but it really happens?" She said to Sam as Dean pulled a hex bag from under the fridge.
"More than you might imagine." Sam said softly as Dean flashed the hex bag towards us. "Mrs Wallis, Luke have any enemies?" Sam asked
"Enemies?" She asked confused.
"Any one who might of held a grudge against him?" Sam said.
"What do you mean?" She asked getting worked up.
"Co-workers, neighbours... maybe a woman?" Sam asked. Mrs Wallis looked pissed.
"Are you suggesting an affair?" She asked nearly crying.
"Is it possible?" Sam asked.
"No!" She said shaking her head. "No... Luke would never..."
"I'm very sorry, but we have to consider all possibilities." Sam said softly. Mrs Wallis looked up at Sam really mad.
"If someone wanted to kill my husband, don't you think they would find a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat!" She glared at Sam.
We left not long after that and started to research the hex bag. Well me and Sam, Dean went out. I was sat on the floor with my laptop working away in silence when Sam cleared his throat. I looked up and he gave me a quick smile. I smiled back and went to work.
"So I herd you and Dean fight..." He said typing away.
"Guess the whole neighbourhood did." I joked sarcastically and kept reading the page I was looking at.
"You two sorted things out then. I mean about the whole protection thing?" Sam asked reading the screen of his laptop.
"No idea." I huffed. "I can't help it if the guy upstairs things Dean could do with all the help he could get. You'd think your brother would be grateful for some help." I said sighing.
"Look, Dean... he doesn't like asking for help unless he has too. Then you have to beat it out of him. He's like you, tough. I'm sure when he realises it was the angels that sent you he'll cool down." Sam said looking at me with his puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah... if you say so." I said with half a smile then went back to work.
Sam was looking at a piece of the hex bag when Dean walked in. I refused to look up from my laptop. Dean was chewing candy as he walked over to us.
"Really? After that guy choked down on all those razor blades?" Sam asked with a small laugh.
"It's Halloween man." Dean said coming and sitting next to Sam on the sofa. I glanced up and watched Sam shake his head.
"Yeah... for us everyday is Halloween." Sam said.
"Don't be a downer, anything interesting?" Dean asked looking at the hex bag.
"Well were on a witch hunt, that's for sure." Sam said and then pointed to something within the hex bag. "But this isn't you're typical hex bag."
"No?" Dean asked still chewing on candy. Sam picked up a herb that looked all curled up.
"Gold thread, a herb that's been extinct for over 200 years. And this," Sam said picking up the coin. "Is Celtic, and I don't mean some new age knock off. Looks like the real deal like 600 years old. And um.." Sam put the coin down. While Sam was talking Dean picked up a tiny bone then sniffed it.
"That's a chard metacarpal bone of a new bone baby Dean." I said softly and he looked disgusted at it. He put it down. I smiled to myself.
"Gross!" He said wiping his fingers on his jeans.
"It's at least a hundred years old, carbonised material like bones can last a lot longer. I'd say this witch takes good care of her supplies." I said then looked back down at the laptop. "Might of even made the chard bones herself. Who ever chard it was an expert and didn't just chuck the bone on any old fire."
"How'd you know that?" Dean asked plainly.
"I studied archaeology back home. I came to America to do a major in mythological creatures with a minor in archaeological studies. Well before I turned." I said softly to the computer screen. This was the first almost normal conversation me and Dean had, had since we started the case.
"Hmm." Dean said sounding impressed. "Anyway witch's man, they are so frigging scheming." Dean said shaking and moving away from the hex bag.
"Well it takes a pretty powerful one to make a bag like this together." Sam said still looking at the bag. "More juice than we've ever dealt with, that's for sure. What about you, find anything on the victim?" Sam asked Dean.
"This Luke Wallis was so vanilla he made vanilla seem spicy." Dean said with a smile. "I can't find any reason why some one would want this guy dead." Dean said looking slightly worried. I kept researching and looked up.
"Maybe he's just the first victim, and someone else will get killed and then we'll find the link?" I said softly. Dean grunted.
"Great plan there, just one issue. Another person needs to die first." Dean said sarcastically. I looked up from the computer and sighed heavy.
"Just an idea." I said and felt the tension build between us again.
"Yeah well maybe next time you could focus on researching then thinking of stupid idea's up." Dean said bitterly. I let out a small laugh and got to my feet. I grabbed my laptop and shoved it in my messenger bag.
"I'll be in the local library if you need me." I said to Sam and walked out.
Sam called a few hours later and said someone else had died. I made my way back to the motel room to find another hex bag laid out. Dean was using Sam's laptop and Sam was reading.
"Hi." I said softly as I walked in, Sam was already walking towards Dean.
"Hi," Sam said with a small smile. "Maybe this witch isn't working a grudge, maybe they're working a spell. Check this out. Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight, on the final day, before the harvest." Sam passed the book to Dean and sat down. I stood there listening. "Celtic calendar, the final day before the harvest is"
"October 31st, Halloween." I said softly and sat next to Sam, he nodded.
"What exactly are the blood sacrifices for?" Dean asked.
"If I'm right, this witch is summoning a demon. And not just any demon, Sam Hane." Sam said sounding serious.
"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Dean asked looking up from the book.
"Dean, Sam Hane is the damn origin of Halloween. The Celt's believe October 31st was the one night the year when the veil was thinnest between the living and the dead. And it was Sam Hane's night, I mean masks were put on to hid from him, sweets were left on door steps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him. He was exercised centuries ago." Sam finished explaining.
"So even though Sam Hane took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck?" Dean said looking at the book.
"Exactly." Sam replied. "Only now instead of demons and blood orgies, it's all about kids, candy and costumes."
"So some witch wants to raise Sam Hane and take back the night?" Dean asked.
"Dean this is serious." Sam said
"I am serious." Dean protested.
"We are talking heavy weight witch craft, this ritual can only be preformed once every six hundred years." Sam said.
"And the six hundred years marker rolls around?" Dean asked.
"Tomorrow night" Sam said
"Naturally." Dean replied. "Well there sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon."
"That's cos he liked company, once he's raised, Sam Hane can do some raising of his own." Sam explained
"Raising what exactly?" I asked and both guys looked at me like they had forgot I was in the room.
"Dark evil crap. And lots of it. And they fallow him around like the frigging pipe piper." Sam said sounding annoyed.
"So we're talking ghost's?" I asked.
"Yeah." Sam replied.
"Zombies?" Dean asked.
"Yup." Sam replied.
"Leprechauns?" Dean asked and I smiled where as Sam looked annoyed.
"Dean." He said with a plain face to Dean.
"Those little dudes are scary. Small hands." Dean replied and I gave out a small laugh. Sam glared at me and Dean smiled.
"Sorry... I know this is serious." I replied and bit my lip.
"Look, it just starts with ghost's and ghouls. This sucker keeps on going, by nights end we are talking every awful thing we've ever seen. Everything we fight, all in one place." Sam said and I took a deep breath. Things just got ten times more serious.
"It's going to be a slaughter house." Dean said looking at Sam. We decided the best plan was to stake out the Wallis household and see if anyone familiar popped up.
Dean decided to stake out the house and we would keep looking into how to stop Sam Hane from rising. I was sat on the bed reading a book when Sam called Dean. I listened in with my wolf-like hearing. But I was getting worried, every time I used my power, I felt a rage build inside. Most time's I could control it, but it was getting harder and harder to keep on top of. I was wishing my parents were alive to help me. I wished I knew why I wasn't changing into the beast as well, I was convinced it wasn't normal. I made a mental note to ask Bobby about it when I got back, after apologising for losing it at him.
"How's it going?" Sam asked.
"Awesome" Dean replied, it sounded like he was eating. My bet was the ton of candy he had in the Impala. "I talked with Mrs Razor blade again, I've been sitting out in font of her house for hours and I've got a big steamy pile of nothing."
"Look Dean, someone planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses, there's got to be some connection." Sam replied.
"Yeah well I hope we find it soon cos I'm starting to cramp like... son of bitch." Dean said.
"Quit whining." Sam replied
"No Sam I mean son of a bitch." Dean replied.
We started to researching when Dean walked in throwing his keys on the table.
"So our apple bobbing cheer leader?" Sam asked from a bed messing with his laptop.
"Tracy, the Wallis baby-sitter. She told me she had never herd of Luke Wallis." Dean said taking off his jacket.
"Huh." Sam said looking at his screen. "Interesting look for a centuries old witch." Sam added.
"Yeah, well if you were a six hundred year old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader?" Dean asked sitting down. Sam turned back to his laptop. "I would." Dean said sounding all dreamy. I looked up from a book I was reading and watched him. He was staring into nothing with a very big smile on his face. Sam looked up and the pair stared at each other before Sam let out a big sigh. I shook my head with a small smile.
"Well Tracy isn't as wholesome as she looks. We did some digging and apparently she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers and got suspended from school." Sam said passing Dean the laptop.
We decided to go to the school and check it out. We walked into the art room and was surrounded by masks of things, I guess they were meant to be faces. Some were disturbing.
"Bring back memories?" Sam asked as we walked in. Dean was staring at a mask, he spun round looking confused.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Being a teenager, all that angst." Sam said as he looked at the masks.
"Oh," Dean said looking slightly relieved.
"What'd you think I meant?" Sam asked confused.
"Nothing." Dean said and looked away. "Now that brings back memories." Dean said as we watched a dude try and put a clay bong in the kiln.
"You gentlemen wanted to talk to me?" A man asked walking in the room his hands full of stuff. He noticed me and smiled. "And you Miss, sorry I couldn't see you there." He added. He had longish hair and looked like he was trying to be cool... but kind of failing.
"Mr Hardy." Sam said as we greeted him.
"Don please," He said extending his hand to Sam.
"Ok, Don." Sam said shaking it.
"Even my students call me Don." He said shaking Dean's hand.
"Yeah we get it Don." Dean said as Don put his things down on a table. "I'm Agent Getty, this is Agent Leigh and this is Agent May. We just had a few question's about Tracy Davies." Dean said as we walked up to Don and flashed our badges.
"Hmm Tracy, yeah bright kid, loads of talent, its a shame she got suspended." Don said sounding sincere.
"You two had a violent altercation?" Dean asked.
"Yeah she exploded." Don laughed. "If principle Murrow hadn't walked by when he did Tracy would of clocked my eyes out."
"Why?" I asked.
"You know I was only trying to rap with her about her work. It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing." Don said.
"More disturbing than, than those guys?" Dean asked turning to the masks and pointing.
"She would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols. And then there were the drawings, detailed images of killings, gory, primitive, she would depict herself in the middle of them participating." Don explained.
"Symbols, what kind of symbols?" Sam asked getting the coin out. "Anything like this? He asked showing Don the coin.
"Yeah!" Don said surprised. "Yeah I think that might have been one of them." Sam put the coin away glancing at me and Dean.
"You know where Tracy is now?" Dean asked.
"I would imagine at her apartment." Don answered.
"Her apartment?" Dean asked.
"Yeah she got here about a year ago alone. As I understood it as an amserpated teen. God only knows what her parents were like." Don said.
We split up and went searching for Tracy. We met back at the motel at the same time.
"So?" Dean asked as he climbed out of the Impala.
"Tracy was no where I could find. Any luck with her friends?" Sam asked.
"Luck is not our style. Friends don't know where she is. It's like the bitch hopped a broom stick." Dean said as we walked up to the room.
"No local covens to hid her either." I sighed.
"She should be making the third sacrifice any time." Sam said as we walked up to the room. A small kid showed up in a spaceman outfit.
"Thank you Sam." Dean said sarcastically. The kid walked right up to us.
"Trick or treat!" He said holding out his orange bucket. Me and Sam smiled at the kid.
"This is a motel." Dean said as we all smiled at the kid.
"So?" The kid asked.
"So we don't have any candy." Dean said plainly.
"No we have a ton in the um..." Sam said turning and pointing to the Impala.
"No we did but it's gone." Dean interrupted. He turned to the kid. "Sorry kid, we can't help you."
"I want candy!" The kid whined.
"Well I think you've had enough." Dean said to the kid. In return the kid glared at Dean. I bit my lip and walked away with Sam. The kid shoulder barged Dean as he walked past. Sam unlocked the door as I laughed at Dean.
"What?" He asked innocently.
"You ate all that candy Dean. All of it?" I asked laughing and shaking my head.
"It's Halloween!" Dean whined. I simply raised an eyebrow at him. Suddenly we herd Sam shout.
"Who are you!" And we rushed in with our guns out too.
"Sam! Sam wait!" Dean shouted as we rushed in. I saw who was there and put my gun away. I stayed to the back of the room. "It's Castiel, the angel." Dean explained making Sam lower his gun. "Him I don't know." Dean said looking at Uriel. I walked to Dean's side and was about to speak when Castiel interrupted me.
"Hello Sam." Castiel said walking up to us. He looked straight at Sam.
"Oh my God...um … I didn't mean to... sorry. It's a honer." Sam said holding out his hand for Cass to shake it. Both me and Dean looked at Sam like he was an idiot. "Really I've herd a lot about you." Dean went to close the door as I watched the pair. Castiel hesitated to shake Sam's hand. They finally shook hands.
"And I you." Castiel said in his emotionless tone. "Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood." He said putting his other hand over the handshake. "Glad to hear that you've cease your extra curricula activities." Castiel said still in his emotionless tone. Angels can be cruel bastards I thought watching Sam looked bewildered by Cass comment.
"Let's keep it that way." Uriel added. I got a shiver through my spine and stood next to Sam looking defensive.
"Yeah ok chuckles." Dean said to Uriel who still had his back to us all. I glared at him luckily neither Winchester picked up on it. "Who's your friend?"
"The raising of Sam Hane, have you stopped it?" Castiel asked.
"Why?" Dean replied.
"Dean have you located the witch?" Castiel asked ignoring all the question's.
"Yes we've located the witch." Dean answered looking confused.
"And is the witch dead?" Cass asked.
"What? No but-" Sam started to say.
"We know who it is." Dean said.
"Apparently the witch knows who you are too." Castiel said walking off. "This was inside the wall of your room." Cass said holding a hex bag. "If we hadn't found it surely one or all of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?" Cass asked. Dean turned to us.
"We're working on it." Dean sighed.
"That's unfortunate." Castiel said looking at Uriel.
"What do you care?" Dean asked. Castiel looked back at us.
"The raising of Sam Hane is one of the sixty-six seals." Castiel explained.
"So this is about your buddy Lucifer." Dean said.
"Lucifer is no friend of ours." Uriel said still looking out the window. I tensed up a little and moved closer to Dean.
"It's just an expression." Dean said.
"Lucifer can not rise. Breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs." Castiel said walking back in front of us.
"Ok great! Well now that your here why don't you tell us where the witch is, we'll gank her and everyone goes home." Dean said.
"We are not omission, she is cloaked even to our methods." Castiel explained.
"Ok, well we already known who she is so if we work together-" Sam started to say until Uriel interrupted him.
"Enough of this!" Uriel said turning around.
"Who are you and why should I care?!" Dean said to Uriel. I placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked at me confused.
"This is Uriel, he's what you might call a specialist." Castiel explained. Uriel began walking up to Dean, I stood in front of him glaring at Uriel.
"Half-breed!" Uriel laughed. "So good to see you." Uriel spat out.
"Don't push it angel. I know what I did, and I know who I did it to." I growled tensing my whole body up. I could feel Sam and Dean's eyes watching the little confrontation we were having.
"Half-breed, you are not as strong as you think you are." Uriel scoffed. I just glared at him. "The power you had has left you, I can sense it."
"It may of left me Uriel. But I still have the spell, word for word in my mind." I said bluffed as I almost growling at him. I could feel myself losing the fight to stay in control. "Give me the chance and I'll kick your arse again!"
"Enough!" Castiel said and placed a hand on my shoulder. I turned to him and felt the anger fade. "This is not the time for this. We must focus on the seal. Uriel is the only specialist capable of handling this situation." Castiel said and then turned to Uriel. I moved to stand at the side of Dean watching Uriel's every move.
"What kind of specialist?" Dean asked. The angel's stared at each other. "What are you going to do?" Dean asked.
"You... all of you need to leave this town immediately." Castiel said looking at all of us. Dean's eyes widened.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because we are about to destroy it." Castiel said. We all looked at each other shocked.
"So this is your plan? Your going to smight the whole frigging town?" Dean asked sounding angry.
"We're out of time. This witch has to die, the seal must be saved." Castiel said.
"There are a thousand people here!" Sam said.
"One thousand and two hundred fourteen." Uriel corrected him.
"And you're willing to kill them all?" Sam asked.
"This isn't the first time I've...purified a city." Uriel said and I let out a laugh.
"Purified? Cute." I said sarcastically.
"Look, I understand this regrettable." Cass said.
"Regrettable?" Dean said sounding pissed off.
"We have to hold the line." Castiel said looking at Dean. "Too many seals have broken already."
"So your screwing the pooch on some seals and now this town has to pay for it?" Dean asked.
"It's the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion. There's a bigger picture here." Castiel said almost looking like he was getting mad at Dean.
"Right! Cos your bigger picture kind of guys." Dean said shaking his head at Castiel.
"Lucifer can not rise." Castiel said getting in Dean's face. "He does an hell rises with him, is that something your willing to risk?" Castiel said staring at Dean, Dean began to look uneasy.
"We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal wont be broken and no one has to die." Sam pleaded.
"We're wasting time with these mud monkeys." Uriel said.
"I'm sorry. But we have our orders." Castiel said walking over to Uriel's side. "Megan." Castiel said and I looked at him. "You have orders to take Dean and Sam out of this town now. They must leave for their own protection." Castiel said looking dead at me.
"Wait you can't do this. It's not fair." Sam said. I stared at Castiel and then turned to Dean. He was looking down at me with intensity. I stared back and then gave Dean a small smile.
"Dean you herd him. You gotta leave for your own protection." I said softly. Dean took a deep breath and nodded.
"What? Dean come on man, we can't just leave." Sam pleaded.
"So we got a plan?" Dean asked me. I sighed and nodded.
"Yeah... I reckon we have." I said and turned back to face the angels.
"Even if you can't understand it, have faith the plan is just." Castiel said looking at us.
"How can you even say that?" Sam asked.
"Because it comes from heaven, that makes it just." Castiel said looking at Sam.
"It must be nice, to be so sure of yourselves." Dean said glaring at Castiel.
"Tell me something Dean, when your father gave you an order, didn't you obey?" Castiel said staring at Dean.
"Well I'm sorry boys looks like the plans have changed." Dean said staring back at Cass.
"You think you can stop us?" Uriel asked.
"No." Dean said shaking his head. "But if your going to smight this whole town," Dean said walking up to Uriel, and fallowed close behind him. "Then your going to have to smight us with it. Because we are not leaving. Seem if you went to the trouble of busting me out of hell and sending Megan to protect me, I figure I'm worth something to the man upstairs. So if you wanna waste me, go ahead see how he digs that." Dean said glaring at Uriel.
"I will drag you out of here myself." Uriel said.
"Yeah but you'll have to kill me. Then we're back to same problem." Dean said.
"And if you lay one finger on him," I said walking up to Dean's side. "Well I'll have to kill you to protect him... After all Uriel, we all have our orders now don't we." I said with a small smile. Uriel glared at me.
"I mean come on, your going to wipe out a whole town for one little witch? Sounds to me like your compensating for something." Dean said he turned and walked back towards Castiel and Sam. I stood in between him and Uriel, just in case. "We can do this. We will find that witch and we will stop that summoning." Dean said staring at Castiel.
"CASTIEL!" Uriel shouted.
"Enough!" Castiel said without looking away from Dean. "I suggest you work quickly."
"And if he dies, know this half breed. We will find you." Uriel said glaring at me. I nodded and turned away from him.
We walked outside to find someone had thrown milkshake all over the hood of the Impala. Dean looked like he was about to cry. We walked to the doors and watched Dean look around for who did it. "Astronaut!" He shouted and climbed into the car slamming the door shut. I sat in the trying to calm down after seeing Uriel again. "What?" Dean asked.
"Nothing." Sam said shaking his head looking at the hex bag. "I thought they would be different." Sam sighed.
"Who the angels?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam sighed softly.
"Well I tried to tell you." Dean said plainly.
"I just... I thought they'd be righteous." Sam said and Dean nodded.
"Well they are righteous, that's kinda the problem." Dean said causing Sam to look at him. "Of course there's nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission." He added.
"But... I mean this is God? And heaven, and this is what I've been praying to?" Sam asked.
"Look man, I know your into the whole God thing, Jesus on a tortilla stuff like that, just because there's a couple of bad apples doesn't mean the whole barrel's rotten. I mean for all we know God hates these jerks. Don't give up on all this stuff is all I'm saying. Bay Ruth was a dick, but baseball's still a beautiful game." Dean said and Sam sighed.
"Wow Dean... that was...touching." I said softly. He turned around to me and glared.
"So what was the deal with you and chuckles?" He asked as Sam turned around too.
"Oh the usual, girl meets angel, angel is meant to protect girl, girl gets kidnapped by a demon, angel does nothing, demon kills girls family and girl tries to kill angel. You know that old chestnut." I said smiling. Sam looked confused.
"Are you ok though?" Sam asked with a small smile.
"Peachy. Just rather not be around Uriel if I can help it." I sighed.
"Do you really know how to kill him?" Dean asked and we both stared at him. "What? It could come in handy!" He said defensively. I laughed and shook my head.
"Sorry I was bluffing." I said with a smile to Dean.
"Oh well." He said as Sam opened up the new hex bag and looked at it.
"Well are you going to find a way to find this witch or are you just going to sit there fingering your bone." Dean said starting the car.
"You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this Dean?" Sam asked.
"No." Dean replied.
"A lot" Sam answered "More than a fire or some kitchen oven."
"The kiln's back in the art room. Damn it I should of picked up on that." I said sitting forward.
We made our way to the art room and broke in. The place was just as creepy when no one was in it as when it was fully of horny teenager. We started looking in the kilns while Sam went straight for Don's desk. "So Tracy used the kiln to char the bones what's the deal?" Dean asked walking over to Sam.
"Look Dean that hex bag turned up in our room, not after we talked to Tracy." Sam said looking around the desk.
"After we talked to the teacher." Dean said as I walked over.
"Hey." Sam said and we looked to see the desk had a pad lock on it. Sam looked around and picked up a hammer knocking the lock off the hinge.
"You do know I could of picked that, right." I said smiling at Sam.
"Meh." Sam said shrugging his shoulders.
"You pick locks?" Dean asked as Sam opened the draw. "Everyone needs a hobby." I joked. Inside the draw was a group of new bone baby bones in a small dish.
"Oh my god, those are all from children." Sam said standing up.
"And I'm guessing he's not saving them for the dog." Dean said.
We broke into Don's home and crept down into his basement. Tracy was tired up and gagged and Don was working the magic's pretty hard. He held the knife ready to stab her when Sam and Dean shot him dead. Sam checked he was dead while Dean freed Tracy. I stood point in case anything happened.
"Thank you, he was going to kill me." Tracy said pulling off her gag. "Urg that sick son of a bitch! Did you see what he was doing, did you hear him?!" She ranted. "How sloppy his incantation was? My brother was always a little dim." Tracy said as we all aimed at her. She raised her hand and we all crashed onto the floor, it was like being hit by a train or something. "He was going to make me the final sacrifice. His idea. But now, that honer goes to him." She said plainly. "Our masters return, the spell works a two man job you understand. So for six hundred years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning preparing, unbearable. The whole time I wanted to rip is face off." She said and it looked like she was doing something, only I couldn't see clearly because she was behind Don's body. "Then you kill him with a gun, love that." She said the stood up walking back to the alter. "You know back in the day, this was the one night you kept your children inside. Well tonight you'll all see what Halloween really is." And she started to chant. Sam started moving his way towards Don's body. Then he stuck his hand in the blood and smeared it over his face.
"What?" Dean asked trying to talk. "Are you doing?"
"Just fallow my lead." Sam said smearing Dean. He dipped his hand in again and reached to me.
"Sam, it's human blood... I....I'm not sure what'll happen." I said looking worried.
"Just don't taste any. You'll be ok." Sam said and smeared my face too. The smell was up my nose is seconds and I screwed my eye's up fighting off the wolf side of me that was hungry to feed on the source of the blood on my face. Suddenly the ground cracked and deep black smoke filled the room and jumped into Don's body. He got up and walked towards Tracy. They kissed.
"My love." Tracy said softly.
"You've aged." Don said plainly.
"This face... I cant fool you." Tracy said.
"Your beauty is beyond time." Don said fallowed by a sharp snapping noise. Every noise was beginning to sound ten times louder, I could smell the fear Tracy had in the last two seconds when Don snapped her neck. I was loosing control. Fast. Don walked right past us.
"What the hell was that?!" Dean asked whispering.
"Halloween lore." Sam replied. "People used to wear masks to hid from him. So I gave it a shot."
"You gave it a shot?" Dean said sounding surprised. I started to hear the children on the street, and both Sam and Dean's hearts beating. Suddenly I felt something inside me starting to move. My ribcage was re arranging itself.
"Guys!" I whispered clutching my body. "Get this blood off me!" I said and almost started to growl. Sam rushed over and wiped the blood off.
"Are you ok?" Sam asked as I sat up.
"Never do that to me again!" I said punching his arm. "I'd rather be killed than that." I felt my bones crack back into place and my sense dull to their usual level heightened awareness.
"Where are we going to find this mook?" Dean asked wiping the blood off of his face.
"Where would you go to raise other dark forces of the night?" Sam asked wiping the blood off of his face.
"Cemetery." I said as we reached the car, we all climbed in and drove off.
"So this demons pretty powerful." Sam said as we drove there.
"Yeah." Dean replied. Sam took a deep breath.
"Might take more than the usual weapons." Sam said and Dean turned to him. The pair looked at each other.
"Sam, no. Your not using your psychic whatever." Dean said looking back at the road.
"But what-" Sam started.
"Don't even think about it. Ruby's knife is enough." Dean said cutting him off.
"Why?" Sam asked looking pissed.
"Because the angels said so for one." Dean said looking back at Sam.
"I thought you said they were a bunch of fanatics." Sam said.
"Well they happen to be right on this occasion." Dean said quickly.
"I don't know Dean, it doesn't seem their right about much." Sam added.
"Forget the angels, you said yourself, these powers are like playing with fire." Dean held up Ruby's knife. "Please." Sam looked at the knife then finally took it.
We got there and a bunch of kids were screaming to be let out. It looked like Don had started raising things already.
"Help them!" Sam said looking at them.
"Dude you can't go after him alone." Dean said then glanced at me.
"Do it!" Sam said storming off.
"Shout if you need a hand." I said and chased after Sam. It was a stupid idea, when I was meant to protect Dean but I figured Sam alive would always make Dean happy. Sam was walking down a corridor when I caught up to him.
"You move fast." I said as I reached him.
"Go back and help Dean." Sam pleaded.
"No look, Sam Hane is worse than a few zombies. Dean can deal, you need help." I said patting him on the arm. We walked around a corner and found him. He had his back to us as we walked up the corridor. Suddenly he turned around and a blinding white light shone. I was thrown back and it hurt like a bitch.
"Yeah, that demon ray gun stuff, it doesn't work on me." Sam said still walking towards him. I was on the floor feeling like my insides where wanting to be on the outside. He charged at Sam and the pair started to beat the crap out of each other, punch after punch. He picked Sam up by the throat and was lifting him off the ground. I scrambled to my feet and charged at Don. I was inches away when he swung his arm out to me and pinned me to the other wall. I couldn't breath and felt like I was being choked. I grasped at my throat as I watched Sam pull out Ruby's knife and try and stab Don. Don managed to raise his arm in time to block it and send it flying to the floor below me. I was still chocking and trying to push off the wall but Sam Hane was one strong son of a bitch. He threw Sam flying across to the other side of the room and crashing onto the floor. Sam got to his feet and Don charged at Sam. I started to feel sleepy and realised it was because of the lack of oxygen.
"Sam..." I wheezed out just before Sam raised his hand. Don almost stopped dead in his tracks. He was fighting forwards a foot at a time but wasn't getting close to Sam. I remembered seeing him do it to another demon when I first met him. It scared the shit out me then and it still did. My eyes widened as I grasped for air. Sam kept looking past Don but I was still stuck on the wall and couldn't see. Sam's nose started to bleed and the smell of human blood gave me the boost I needed. I fought against the power holding me down and as I became stronger it became weaker. I slid down the wall in a flop and saw black smoke coming out of Don's body, I pushed myself as far up to the wall as I could reach. Sam was scaring me on a whole new level. I'd never been this close when he pulled a demon, and I never wanted to be. I saw the smoke fall as Sam grabbed his head. Don's body fell to the floor and the smoke sank into the ground burning as it touched the floor. Sam was all shaken up and looked at the something in the distance.
I left Sam packing to go find Dean. I really didn't want to be left near him after watching him pull the demon. I was terrified and I didn't want Sam to pick up on it. I tracked Dean's smell all over the town and found him at a park watching kids play. He was looking at the other bench. My guess was an angel was just there. I walked up to him and smiled.
"You know there are laws against watching kids like this." I joked sitting down next to him. I coughed because my throat was still a little sore.
"You ok?" Dean asked looking at me.
"Sore throat, I'll heal by tonight." I said softly and looked out to the kids playing. "We did a good thing here."
"Yeah..." Dean said not sounding so convinced. I turned to him. "We saved everyone. But the seal broke..." He trailed off and looked at the kids.
"And?" I asked curling my feet under me.
"And... Sammy.... he. He used his powers again." Dean sighed. I gave out a small laugh and Dean turned to me confused.
"Sorry. Just he scared the crap out of me back there. Call it a gut feeling or maybe animal instinct but I know Sam is not meant to use those powers Dean. I can feel it here." I said placing my hand over my chest. Dean nodded and looked away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't tell you all this, you've got enough to worry over."
"You herd from your brother yet?" Dean asked looking at me. My face went to stone nope, not a single word. But with how things were left can you blame him.... I started to think until Dean placed a hand on my shoulder. "He'll call. Sooner or later. Took me two years to get hold of Sammy after he left us."
"Yeah well Gethin is a lot more stubborn than Sam." I sighed.
"I can guess if your anything like him." Dean said with a small smile. "Look, I want to say thank you, for being on my side. Especially with Uriel."
"It's my job." I joked and turned to Dean, we looked at each other, really looking into each others eyes. For the first time since I met him I could see all the weight he carried, the guilt over his father, over the life Sam had. The pain of watching Sam use power he felt deep inside would one day kill him. The joy of being out of hell and the guilt of getting out of there in once piece. The frustration of the angels and the good they had when dean had worked together with them. For guy who portraid himself as a goof, Dean was a really complex guy, with more pain than most in this world. I sat there staring into his green eyes when he started to move forward closer to me. I started to move closer too and soon our lips were crashing. Dean placed a hand on my cheek and pulled me closer to him. In that moment I wanted to jump on top of him and... well you get the picture. Feeling were running high to say the least. We pulled out of the kiss and looked at each other with smiles on our faces which quickly turned to confusion.
"What was weird." Dean said looking at me.
"Oh yeah..." I said looking back just as confused.
Dont worry i'm not planning to have Dean and Megan get together i'm just setting up the next Chapter: You Shook Me All Night Long.
Hope you enjoyed this and look forward to seeing ya in the next chapter =)
