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Far From Home

Chapter Eight

Bobby was watching an old video of Andrea. As he watched, the images flashed on the screen before him. A birthday party. She must have been about 4 years old in this one. He saw the little girl dancing around in her little pink princess dress, laughing at the her mother. "Bobby, put the camera down and help with this cake." Karen could be heard in the background. He remembered that about 2 seconds after he turned the camera off, Karen ended up dropping the cake. Pink frosting was everywhere. Instantly his baby girl started crying. Bobby rushed over to her and lifted her little body up into his arms and whispered soothing words into her ear. "Sweetheart, we don't need a cake to show the world how lucky we are that are our princess." he had said. "And besides, you know that Mommy isn't the best cook." With that his daughter giggled and threw her arms around his neck. She rubbed his scruffy beard just like she did every night.

"I love you Papa Bear." she said.

Bobby smiled and a tear formed in his eyes. Before he knew what was happening he began to lash out. Picking up a chair, he threw it against the wall. It smashed to pieces. He tore the sheets off the bed. Picked up the lamp and threw it at the television set. The tube blew out in a shower of sparks. Standing in the middle of the room with tears pouring out of him he surveyed the destruction. Taking his trucker cap off, he ran his hand through his hair. 'God.." he said looking up at the roof, "Why? Why are making me do this again?" A gut wrenching sob exploded out of his throat and he collapsed into a heap on the floor. Broken inside, he knew that while he had survived Karen's death, this would kill him. Castiel had come to him and Dean and explained why the damn exorcism ritual wouldn't work. This was one bad bitch and they only had one option. Turns out Lilitu, as she was called, is a higher level demon. Castiel said that she must have performed a ritual to ensure that no matter what they tried, short of killing the vessel, would work. Bobby of course argued with him. And Dean just walked out of the room. The boy hadn't spoken a word since he heard what Cas had said. His heart broke for Dean. He knew that it wasn't easy for him to let anyone in and just when he let his guard down...

Bobby got on his knees and clasped his hands together. With a shuddering breath and a pain in his chest, he proceeded to do something he hadn't done since he killed Karen. Bobby began to pray.

"Lord, I don't pretend to understand what you want from us. What your big kick is with doing this. But if there is anyway for this to turn out differently, please, I'm begging ya, make it happen. I can't lose her. I need her here. She is all I have. She's all the boy has. If you won't do it for me, then dammit do it for him. I'm not gonna make deals and promises to you. That ain't my style. Just do this because you owe me, you owe us. Please." Bobby stayed like that for a long time. He just didn't have the strength to pull himself up. He started crying again as the memories of what that demon bitch had said to him began to surface.

Earlier That Evening...

The demon sat laughing in satisfaction at the look on Bobby Singer's face. "Like mother, like daughter, eh Bobby? What's funny is that I didn't even plan it this way. Just sorta' got lucky. I mean, what are the odds that because of me you killed your whore of a wife and now you have to kill your whore of a daughter." Lilitu's eyes danced in delight. She was relishing this. "And believe me, Andie is quite the little slut."

"You shut your mouth.." Bobby spat. "Before I shut it for you."

Lilitu smirked. She had Bobby by the short and curlies and she knew it. No way he would lay a hand on his precious little girl. He would sooner slash his own throat. "Hmm..that could be fun." she thought. She chuckled harder in reply. "If you only knew what she did with Dean. Some of it even shocked me and I'm a fricken' demon! Did you know that she gives a mean blow job? Oh man, did she make Dean scream. This perfect little mouth just gobbled him right up." Lil licked her lips for effect and winked at Dean. Bobby was seething, hands clenched at his sides. Dean stood in abject horror. It was beautiful to see. It just fueled her fire. "The way she moved against his cock. Letting him violate her in every way possible. She fucks like a..."

Finally Dean snapped back to reality. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" he screamed at her. He pulled out his little black book and Lil knew what was coming next. She braced for it. Sure she had taken precautions, didn't mean this shit wasn't going to hurt.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,

Omnis satanica potestas,

Omnis incursio infernalis adversaril,

Omnis legio,

Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica..."

Dean read the words of the Rituale Romanum. He watched as the demon writhed in pain. Lilitu screamed at the top of her lungs. She twisted in the chair and fought for release from her restraints. It was mid-way through the reading when he realized that aside from this bitch screaming like a god damn banshee, nothing was happening. He looked up and saw her plaster a tortured sneer on her face. It was then she laughed which took him completely by surprise. Usually at this stage in the game, the demons are begging for mercy.

"Surprise!" she said with ragged breath. She was covered in sweat. Her hair and clothes were drenched with the stuff and mixed with the Holy Water that Bobby had been throwing on her. She looked up at Dean and grinned. "Ain't gonna work this time baby. You've got me all to yourself. What do you say we just kiss and make up?" She puckered her lips. Dean looked disgustedly at her. Lil decided to try an new approach. "Aww, come on Dean..you can't tell me you were never the least bit curious what it would be like to fuck a demon. I'm sure you thought about how your brother slept with Ruby before. What it would feel like to be pumping away inside of her. Hearing her scream your name. Touching her, tasting her. If I remember correctly that Ruby was a hot little dish. I can promise you though with this nice, warm body I'm in you and I could give Sam and Ruby a run for their money. It's still Andie, well mostly is. Let me please you Dean. I can give you so much Andie can't. That little slut wouldn't be able to..." That was when Dean crossed the room and punched her square in the mouth. She touched her tongue to the blood on her lip, relishing the taste of it. "There's my boy." she smirked. "I like it when you get forceful. It gets me hot." Lilitu started laughing maniacally. "Come Deano, give me your best fucking shot."

Dean lost it. He started pounding on the demon. "FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME? I WILL FUCKING END YOU!" Dean lost count on how many times he hit her. It wasn't until Bobby grabbed him and pulled him back that he come back to reality. He looked down to see his sweet Andrea's face a bruised and beaten mess. Shaking he shrugged off Bobby and left the room. He could hear Lilitu's weak laughter. Bobby followed him into the kitchen. He turned and faced him with tears in his eyes. "Jesus Bobby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just couldn't take her saying..." Dean couldn't finish his sentence. Bobby just put his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"It's okay Dean. It's okay."

At tha,t Dean's resolve broke and he started sobbing. Bobby held him and let him get it out. He knew all to well the pain the boy was facing. His heart broke for him. He honestly didn't know how much more Dean could take.

"I just found her Bobby. I can't lose her now." he sobbed. Cries wracking his body, he held on to his adopted father for dear life. "I can't take it anymore. For the first time in my life I don't know what to do. God help me I don't know what to do."

After awhile Dean eventually grew quiet. Bobby got up and grabbed the whiskey from the cabinet and poured him and Dean a shot. Both men threw them back, feeling the familiar burn down their throats. They sat like that for a long time. Neither of them speaking. Lost in their mutual pain. It was then they heard the soft rustle of wings in the room. Neither man moved.

"Bobby? Dean?" Castiel said quietly. "I have some news."

"Let me quess.." Dean spat. "The usual stuff isn't gonna work. Thanks, but we already figured that out. So, what are they saying upstairs. What do we gotta do?"

"Nothing." Cas said.

Bobby stood up rage apparent in his voice. "What do you mean nothing? That is my girl in there dammit! You telling me that you guys use us to take care of your problems and you will do nothing?"

"No, that is not what I am telling you Bobby." Castiel's sad eyes told the old man exactly what he meant. Bobby's knees went weak, and the angel reached out to set him back in his chair.

"Okay, I'm confused here Cas.' Dean said. " First you say you guys aren't going to help and now you say you are? Could I please get just a little less of the cryptic bullshit and a lot more..."

Bobby's voice was quiet. He looked at Dean with tears in his eyes. "He's saying we have to kill her." Dean looked from Bobby to Castiel in utter shock. Castiel simply nodded his head.

"I am sorry Dean. I truly am. I know that you loved this woman." he started.

"Love? What the hell does an angel know about love?" Dean ranted. "Don't you dare talk to me about that!

"I tried to get help from someone that I know, however it seems I have failed in that." Castiel hung his head.

"Huh.." Dean huffed. "Wow..that's just great. Well, thanks for stopping by. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out." Dean stood and started to push past Castiel. Cas grabbed his arm.

"Dean, I know that this is hard for you but..." Dean interrupted him with a right hook to his jaw. Bobby stood up, preparing to jump in the middle. He knew that Cas cared for Dean. That he felt the need to protect him.

"You don't know shit." Dean glared at the angel holding his face. With that he walked out of the house. Slamming the door behind him.