AUTHOR'S NOTES: I am in no way claiming this chapter as one of my best. But I told myself I had to do this episode so I did.
As far as the NCIS reference at the start of this chapter, this takes place just after the episode 'Judgement Day' FYI.
Chapter 6
The Monster at the End of This Book
More than anything, Fiona Brendon hated funerals.
Maybe it was all she saw as a hunter, but the idea of saying good bye to someone by burying them in the ground made no sense.
But when Gibbs called her, asking her to come down to DC for the funeral of NCIS Director Jennifer Sheppard, Fiona didn't hesitate and headed down the next day after giving Sam and Dean a heads-up.
Pulling up to the motel where Dean and Sam were currently staying a few days later, Fiona was surprised to see the boys pull into the parking lot a few moments later. When they parked and got out of the car, she saw a shopping bag in Sam's hand with about 10 paperback books. "What's all this?" she asked, pointing to the bag.
"Oh, you're not going to believe this one, Fi," Dean said, shaking his head as he went to the door of the motel and unlocked it, holding the door open for Sam and Fiona before going in and locking the door again.
"So tell me," Fiona said, dropping her overnight bag on one bed and sitting down, looking at the brothers.
Sam dug one of the books out of the bag and tossed it to Fiona. "Better see for yourself," he said, looking a bit bemused.
Fiona caught the book, raising an eyebrow as she glanced at the cover. "What the…? 'Supernatural' by Carver Edland," she read. Flipping through the book, she stopped near the beginning and read aloud, "'Sam couldn't believe that he was once again sitting next to his brother in the old '67 Chevy Impala. He'd sworn that he was done hunting and until today he had hopes for getting into law school and settling down with his girlfriend, Jessica. Looking over at his brother, Dean, Sam asked, "So are we picking up Fiona, too?" But Dean shook his head, regretfully. "Fiver's over in—"'"
Fiona stopped and looked up at Sam and Dean, shocked. "Wait, how the hell does this guy know about this?"
"No idea," Sam said, shaking his head as he and Dean changed back into their regular clothes while Fiona continued reading to herself. Getting on his computer, Sam managed to find a fan site for the books and said, "Looks like they've got an underground following. Couple dozen in publication."
"Okay, this is creepy," Fiona added, as she looked up from one of the other books. Looking at the others, she said, "Listen to this: 'James knocked on the door of his daughter's townhouse, hoping Fiona was home. He knew she was on leave and he prayed she was available for a hunt. John had called him only days before, reporting that he had a solid lead on his wife, Mary's, killer.'"
"Let me see that," Dean said, quickly, snatching the book out of Fiona's hands. Reading a head for a minute or two he looked up. "What is this? How's this guy know all this stuff?"
"You got me," Sam said, from behind his computer.
"And how come we haven't heard about 'em before?" Fi asked.
"They're pretty obscure," Sam explained as Dean sat on the bed next to Fiona. "Almost zero circulation. Publisher put out 24 of the books before going bankrupt and the last one 'No Rest For the Wicked' ends with Dean going to Hell."
Joining Sam at the table, Dean took the laptop for a moment and scrolled through the fan comments. "Oh, check it out: there's actually fans. There's not many of them, but still." Glancing at Sam, he asked, "Did you read this?" At Sam's affirmative, Dean read over some of the comments, amused as he reported, "There's SamGirls and DeanGirls and…" Frowning, he asked, "What the hell are Sionas, Feaners, and Slash fans?"
"Sam/Fiona fans, Fiona/Dean fans, and Sam/Dean fans," Sam explained, looking weirded out.
"Wait," Fiona said, feeling a bit sick. "You and Dean. As in… together? Like together together?"
"Wait, they do know you and I are brothers, right?" Dean asked Sam, feeling his stomach turn.
"Doesn't seem to matter," Sam replied with a shrug and a disturbed look.
"Okay, that's going to scar me for life," Fiona muttered, her head already filling with images of Sam and Dean—She gave an unconscious shudder at the thought.
"Now you know how I feel when you and Sam are together," Dean said with a grim smile.
"It's actually interesting," Sam went on, taking the computer back. "Fi's mentioned repeatedly throughout the series, but it looks like there aren't many actual scenes with her." Doing a little digging, he added, "It looks like Carver Edland is a penname, though. No tax records, no known address…"
"Well, someone has to know who this guy is," Fiona said, standing up. "What about the publisher?"
Sam did some digging and a few minutes later, came up with a name. "Terri O'Neill. She's got a local address."
"Then let's go pay her a visit," Dean said, getting up from his chair.
"And tell her what?" Sam asked, scoffing. "That we're the real Sam and Dean?"
"That we are big fans who want to publish an article on the 'Supernatural' books," Dean replied with a smile. "If this chick believes us, maybe we can convince her to give up Carver Edland's real name."
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Dean felt like he was in an episode of 'The Twilight Zone' when he walked into the office of Terri O'Neill. The whole place was like some freaky shrine to the Winchesters' lives.
Even Fi looked weirded out as she looked around. "So, you published the 'Supernatural' books?" she asked, casually.
"Yeah," Terri said, going to her desk. "God, these books. They never got the attention they deserved, you know?"
"Well," Sam said, going with the cover story Dean had come up with. "We're hoping our article can shine a light on an underappreciated series."
"Yeah," Terri said, eagerly. "You know, cause if we got a little bit of good press maybe we could start publishing again!"
"No, no, no, no," Dean said, quickly. "Why would you want to do that?" After a second of mentally slapping himself, he forced a smile and added, "Well, I mean it's such a complete series. Dean going to Hell and all."
"Oh, my Gosh!" Terri exclaimed. "That was one of my favorite ones! Because Dean was so brave and strong… And Sam. When he had to kill Madison, the first woman he'd really loved since Jessica…"
"What about Fiona?" Fi asked, curiously. "I mean, from the books it sounds like she and Sam were really close."
To Dean's surprise, Terri's eyes lit up. "I know, right?" the publisher said. "I mean everyone talks about Sam and Dean, but Fiona? And in a few of the books she wasn't even mentioned at all. But she was the glue that held them together."
"Well, as fans, we're hoping you could share some details with us," Sam went on, giving Terri a smile.
"How do I know you three are legit?" Terri asked, suddenly suspicious.
"Oh, trust me," Dean said, grinning. "We're legit."
"You've read the books," Terri assumed.
"Cover to cover," Dean assured her.
"What's the year and model of the car?" Terri asked, starting off with an easy question.
"It's a 1967 Chevy Impala," Dean replied, smiling as he thought of his baby.
"What's May 2nd?"
"That's m—uh, that's Sam's birthday," Sam replied, catching himself.
"January 24th is Dean's," Dean threw in.
"And November 3rd is Fiona's," Fi added with a smile.
Terri raised an eyebrow impressed. Fiona's birthday had only the briefest of mentions in the book 'Scarecrow' and most people missed it during trivia contests. But testing to see how much these guys really knew, she asked, "Sam's score on the LSAT?"
Sam thought back and replied, "174."
"Dean's favorite song," Terri said, thinking of another thing that usually tripped up even the most diehard fans.
"It's a tie," Dean replied, still smiling. "Between Zep's 'Ramblin' On' and 'Travelin' Riverside Blues'."
"Sam, Dean, and Fiona's nicknames from 'Watership Down'?" Terri with a smile, knowing that fans liked to switch the names.
"Dean's is Bigwig, Sam's is Hazel, and Fiona's is Fiver," Fi recited, easily. "Which is funny, since Fiver's the one with the psychic visions."
"Okay," Terri said, satisfied that she wasn't just dealing with a trio of nutcases. "Okay. What do you want to know?"
"What's Carver Edland's real name?" Sam asked, cutting to the chase.
"Oh, no," Terri said, quickly. "Sorry, I can't—"
"We just want to talk to him," Sam insisted, hoping that they could talk the publisher into giving them the name. "You know, get the 'Supernatural' story in his own words."
"He's very private," Terri said, hoping she could talk her way out of this. 'Private'? Try reclusive nutjob!
"Please," Sam said, feeling a bit desperate. "Like I said," he added, pulling down his shirt to expose the anti-possession tattoo on his clavicle. "We are big, big fans." After a moment, Dean did likewise before both he and Sam turned to Fiona who rolled her eyes before turning around and shedding her jacket which she handed to Sam. With one hand, she lifted the back of her shirt and with the other, she pulled down the back of her jeans, exposing a tattoo of Hazel, Fiver, and Bigwig from the movie 'Watership Down' on her tailbone.
Looking closely, Dean saw that Bigwig even had the amulet around his neck. Straightening up quickly as Fiona turned, he noticed that Sam didn't seem surprised by either the tattoo or its placement.
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After getting the name, Dean, Sam, and Fiona made for the residence of Chuck Shurley. When they finally found the address, they got out of the Impala and approached the ramshackle house with trepidation, unsure of what they would find inside.
"I don't know what this place needs more," Fi said under her breath as she and the boys headed for the front steps. "A landscaper or a bulldozer."
As they walked up to the front door, Sam and Dean exchanged looks, each wondering what was in store but after rolling her eyes, Fi was the one who stabbed the doorbell before taking a step back.
When the door opened, Fiona simply raised an eyebrow at the disheveled man wearing a white shirt, old boxer shorts, and a black and gray bathrobe that had seen better days. "Chuck Shurley?" She asked, surprised that this was the so-called 'genius' writer.
"The Chuck Shurley who wrote the 'Supernatural' books?" Sam asked, also wary about whether or not this was the man they were looking for.
"Maybe," Chuck said, hesitantly. "Why?"
Dean didn't waste any time with small talk and jumped right in. "I'm Dean, this is Sam and Fi. The same Dean, Sam, and Fiona you've been writing about."
Chuck gave them an indulgent smile and started to close the door, but he stopped for a second as his mind suddenly registered something. Opening the door, he narrowed his eyes and looked from Sam and Dean to Fiona. "Wait, did you… Did you say 'Fi'?"
"Yeah," Dean replied, frowning a bit as he wondered about the significance of the question. But mentally running through what he'd read of the books, he couldn't remember ever actually seeing Fiona's common nickname in them anywhere.
Chuck looked hesitant as he studied the three people who had come to his house. "Wh-Who are you?"
"I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother, Dean," Sam replied, before pointing to Fiona. "And this is Fiona Brendon."
"Last names were never in the books," Chuck said, the disbelief on his face fading a bit, even though he clearly wanted to know what was going on. "I never even wrote that down."
"Look, we have some questions for you, Chuck," Dean said, shortly using the foot or so he had on the writer height-wise to intimidate. "Starting with how the hell you know all this and ending with what else do you know that's not in the books?"
"What?" Chuck asked, confused. "What do you mean? Like… like what?"
"Like the angels," Sam suggested, quickly. "Or Lilith breaking the seals…"
"Wait, how do you know about that?" Chuck asked, now entirely out of his depth. "I-I mean I kept writing, but those books were never published." He turned to go back inside and the others followed cautiously, watching the writer as he went to the open bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass before tossing it back. "Oh!" Chuck groaned as he turned around to see Dean, Sam, and Fiona standing by the desk. "You're still there."
"Yep," Dean confirmed, his tone humorless.
"You're not a hallucination," Chuck decided.
"Nope," Dean replied, shaking his head.
"Well, then there's one explanation," Chuck said, thinking about what was going on. "Obviously, I'm a god," he concluded.
"You're not a god," Sam said, firmly.
"How else do you explain it?" Chuck wanted to know. "I write things and then they come to life? No, I'm definitely a god." Although as he ran over the books and thought all about the things he'd written, he cringed. "A cruel, cruel, capricious god." Looking at the three, he frowned. "The things I put you through. The physical beatings alone."
"We're still in one piece," Dean assured Chuck. Although if the writer was right, Dean was fairly certain he didn't want to know.
But Chuck was still griping as he continued. "I killed both your fathers," he said, looking from Fiona to Sam and Dean. "I burned your mother alive. And then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica," he added, looking at Sam.
"Chuck," Sam said, warningly. True, it had been years since his girlfriend had died, but the memory still burned painfully.
"Chuck, you're not a god," Dean said, firmly. He could see his brother tensing and he didn't have to be psychic to know that Sam was thinking of going after Chuck and literally beating the truth out of him.
"You're probably just psychic," Fiona said, putting a hand on Sam's arm.
"If I were psychic, you think I'd be writing?" Chuck scoffed, doubtfully. "Writing is hard."
"Look, somehow you're just focused on our lives," Sam went on.
"Yeah, like laser-focused," Dean added, still feeling weirded out by the whole thing. Catching Chuck's squirrelly look, Dean narrowed his eyes. "Are you working on anything right now?"
"Holy crap," Chuck sighed, a look of dawning comprehension on his face.
"What?" Sam asked, not liking the look on the writer's face.
Chuck picked up what he'd written so far and said, hesitantly, "The latest book, it's, uh… it's kinda weird."
"Weird how?" Sam asked, leaning on the desk.
"I wrote myself into the book," Chuck explained. "I wrote myself in my house, confronted by my characters."
Sam and Dean exchanged looks with Fi as Chuck handed Sam a small stack of printed pages. "Is this all you have?" Dean asked, looking at the pages.
"So far," Chuck muttered, not looking at the others.
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After leaving Chuck's house, Sam, Dean, and Fiona got back in the car, Sam sitting in the passenger seat and Dean driving while Fi sat in the back seat, reading the pages Chuck had given them.
"Okay, so what now?" Dean asked, heading back to their motel.
"No idea," Sam admitted, thinking over the situation with the books and that some writer knew everything about their lives.
"Well, our stuff's getting a little ripe," Dean muttered, keeping an eye out for a laundromat. "Should probably do a few loads."
"West and Dixon," Fiona piped up as she continued reading. When Dean gave her a 'how'd you know that?' look, she shrugged and held up the partial book.
"Alright then," Dean muttered, chalking this up as the strangest case ever.
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Half an hour later, Dean was sitting on a bench reading as Fiona and Sam threw clothes into two of the washing machines. "I'm sitting in a laundromat reading about myself sitting in a laundromat reading about myself," Dean said out loud. "My head hurts."
"There's got to be something he's not telling us," Sam said, trying to hide his embarrassment as he found one of Fiona's bras in his pile of clothes.
"'Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine'," Dean read aloud. "'He was starting to have doubts about Chuck—about whether he was telling the whole truth.'"
"Stop it," Sam said, getting annoyed.
"'"Stop it," Sam said,'" Dean went on, looking up with an amused look. "Guess what you do next?"
Sam frowned, not in the mood to play along and turned to continue loading his shirts into the washer.
Dean picked up reading where he'd left off. "'Sam turned his back on Dean, his face brooding and pensive.'" Still amazed at the accuracy of the writing, he said, "I mean, I don't know how he's doing it but the guy's doing it." With a smirk, he added, "I can't see your face, Sammy, but those are definitely your 'brooding and pensive' shoulders." Glancing back down at the pages, Dean's brow furrowed when he read the next line at the same time he heard his brother's exasperated sigh. "You just thought I was a dick," Dean said, looking up at Sam.
"Guy's good," Fiona said, as she threw the last of her things into one of the washers.
"By the way," Dean added, smirking at Fi. "The bra and panties you're missing? They're in Sam's laundry."
Fiona turned to Sam and smacked him hard in the upper arm. Turning back to the clean stuff she'd pulled out of the dryer, she head Sam say, "Jerk."
"Bitch," Dean replied, automatically.
Looking over her shoulder to see both Winchesters looking at her, she shook her head as she turned back to her clothes. "Assbutts," she muttered, audibly.
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The trio had just had just returned to the motel when Dean's cell phone rang. Staring in surprise at the name on the caller ID, he paused for a moment before answering. "Chuck?" he said, catching the astounded looks from Sam and Fiona. "How the hell did you get this number?" After a moment, Dean nodded, slowly. "Okay. Uh, sure. Be there soon." Hanging up, he looked at his brother and best friend. "Chuck's been doing some more writing since we left," he said, pointedly. "He's got something for us."
With Dean driving, they made it back to the house in no time at all and found Chuck looking even more anxious than before.
"So you wrote another chapter?" Dean prompted, looking at the pages in Chuck's hands.
"Yeah," Chuck replied, nervously as he looked at Dean. "And you especially are not going to like this."
"I didn't like Hell," Dean replied.
"It's Lilith," Chuck said, regretfully. Dean looked a bit startled at that and tensed as the writer added, "She's coming for Sam and Fiona."
"Great," Fiona said, eagerly, straightening up from where she'd been leaning against the door frame.
"No," Dean said, quickly. "Not great." Looking at Chuck, he asked, "When?"
"Tonight," Chuck replied.
"So she's just going to show up here?" Dean asked, barely concealing the panic rising up.
Chuck sat down on his old couch and rifled through the newest pages of the latest book. Finding the spot he was looking for, he started to read aloud. "'Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to repress his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery, demonic passion.'"
Dean wasn't sure which feeling which was stronger right then: the panic at the idea of Lilith in town and after Sam and Fi, or the cringe-worthy idea of Sam and Lilith in—no, he couldn't even think it. To his surprise, he heard Sam laugh.
Sam turned to Chuck and said, "You're kidding, right?"
"You think this is funny?" Dean asked in disbelief.
"And you don't?" Sam said, clearly amused. "I mean, come on! 'Fiery, demonic passion'?"
"It's just a first draft," Chuck said, defending his phrasing.
"Wait, Lilith is a little girl," Dean interjected, suddenly confused.
"No," Chuck corrected, looking through the pages. "This time she's a comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana."
"Still not worried," Fiona assured Dean who looked like he was close to freaking out about the whole thing. "Lilith tries putting any moves on Sam, she'll be a hood ornament for the Impala."
"Whoa, whoa! Let's not go overboard here," Dean said, quickly. When Sam and Fiona gave him identical astounded looks, Dean added, "Killing Lilith is one thing. But you're talking desecration of my baby here."
"Yeah, well, I'm still planning on killing the bitch personally," Fiona went on, walking up to Chuck. "Listen, do—" But Chuck was already holding out the pages. Taking the papers, she gave the writer a sideways glance. "You-?"
"Knew you were going to ask for that, yeah," Chuck said, nodding. "I-I just… I see things. The first time it happened, I thought it was a crazy dream. Now I'm finding out it's all real."
"Well, thanks, Chuck," Dean said, looking at his brother and Fiona before jerking his head in the direction of the front door. "But we need to get going."
Once out in the Impala, Sam took the next chapter from Fiona, doubt and disbelief etched into his features as he read the pages in full. As Dean drove back into town so they could grab the rest of their stuff from the motel, Sam had a hard time believing that all this would actually happen. In fact, some of the details Chuck had written were so ridiculous that Sam was starting to think that the writer was putting them on.
But after packing up and getting back in the car, Dean headed, not back into town, but down the road towards the highway.
"Look, Dean, I side with Sam on this one," Fiona said from the backseat as she reread the newest chapter of the book. "Sure—maybe Chuck's right about the end result, but some of the details in here are just absurd."
"Oh, yeah?" Dean asked, as he headed down the road. "Like what?"
Sam skimmed the page he was one and let out a soft laugh as he read, "'The minivan accident wasn't that bad, but Dean was still seeing stars. He scratched absently at the pink flower band-aids on his face.'"
"So?" Dean said, thinking that the idea was kinda funny.
"So I've seen you gushing blood, Dean," Sam went on. "You'd use duct tape and bar rags before you put on a pink flower band-aid."
"Look, we are a long way from ready for a face-to-face death match with Lilith," Dean pressed. "So let's get out of town for tonight and we can regroup in the morning."
But Dean could feel fate working against them as they discovered that the bridge out of town was out. Turning back around, he headed back to Kripke Hollow and pulled into the parking lot of the local diner. "Look, maybe this is a good thing," Dean suggested as he, Sam, and Fiona sat down at a table. "If this is what puts us on the path to Lilith, then all we have to do is get off the path."
"How do you mean?" Sam asked, looking up from the menu he'd been studying.
"Well, it's a blueprint of what not to do," Dean explained. "If the pages say go left—"
"Then we go right," Sam finished, following Dean's train of thought.
"Exactly," Dean went on, eagerly. "We go off book, we never make it to the end."
"Yeah, hate to burst your bubble, Bigwig, but there's a hole in your logic," Fiona interjected.
"Like what?" Dean asked, confused.
But Sam had seen the hole as well, and he sighed as he said, "Post hoc, ergo propter, hoc." Looking at Dean who seemed a bit puzzled, he translated, "After the fact, therefore because of the fact."
"Basically meaning," Fiona explained, "Whatever we do to get off path is going to put us on another path that leads to the same place."
"So basically, you're saying we're screwed either way," Dean said, dejectedly.
"Maybe not," Sam said, thoughtfully. "But maybe it's just not as simple just doing the opposite of whatever the book says. Look, I'm alone with Lilith, right?"
"Yeah, so?" Dean asked, not sure where his brother was going.
"So we stick together," Fiona concluded. "Except for hitting the head, we stay together. We can figure out a detailed plan after we eat."
"Okay," Dean agreed, although honestly he thought his plan was better.
After lunch, Fiona took over driving and headed back to the motel they'd been staying at before.
"Wait, what are we doing here again?" Dean asked as he got out of the car with the others.
"Only other motel in town in an hourly place named the Toreador Motel," Fiona explained, grabbing her bag out of the trunk again.
"So?" Dean asked, still confused.
Fi sighed and explained, "Lilith finds Sam at the Red Motel. Maybe Chuck only caught part of the sign or something."
"This is the Laurel Motel," Dean said, catching on. "Not even all the letters to make up the word 'red'."
"Bingo," Fiona replied, going to get them re-checked in.
Once in the room, Fiona sat at the table with the pages of Chuck's book and looked up at Dean and Sam. "Okay, Sam. According to Chuck, you spend the day doing research, and Dean…" Reading through the pages again, she said, "You spend the day driving around in the Impala."
"Okay, but we're all staying here, so no problems, right?" Dean said, sitting down on the bed.
"None that I can tell," Fiona replied, pulling out Sam's computer and firing it up.
"What are you looking up?" Sam asked, suddenly feeling like he was being grounded.
But Fiona didn't reply as she plugged words into the search engine. After a few minutes, she leaned back in her chair with a long sigh. "You want the good news or the bad news?"
"Just tell us," Dean snapped, feeling a headache looming.
"I looked up angels, visions, writers… and I came across something repeatedly," Fiona replied.
"What's that?" Sam asked, wondering what Fi had found.
"What Chuck actually is," Fiona said again, with a sigh. "He's a Prophet of the Lord."
Dean and Sam just stared for a moment and then replied in unison, "A what?"
"A Prophet," Fiona repeated, bringing up what she'd found. "He's writing down the story of our—well, your lives, mostly. That's the good news."
"What's the bad?" Dean asked, not sure if he really wanted to know.
"The stuff Chuck has written?" Fiona said, frowning. "There's no real way to avoid it. It's a prophesy. It'll come true no matter what we do."
Dean looked dejected and Sam looked resigned as the considered that news.
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Night came and even after spending the day talking out half-baked plans, they were still no closer to figuring out what to do.
After a while, Dean went outside and around the building to the vending machines and as soon as Sam went to the bathroom, Fiona snatched the keys to the Impala from the dresser and was out the door, starting the engine and peeling out of the parking lot before anyone could stop her.
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Getting a room at the Toreador Motel for a few hours, Fiona tossed the keys on the nightstand and quickly got to work.
She'd just finished and had set her demon-killing knife on the nightstand when she heard a knock at the door. Opening it, she found no one there and quickly closed the door again.
"Wow," said a female voice behind Fiona. "Not who I expected to find."
Turning, Fiona found herself face to face with a woman in her late 20's with long, blonde hair. "Lilith, I presume," Fiona said, casually as she sat down at the table.
"You really are as cocky as your father said you were," Lilith said with a smile as she walked about the room.
"Guilty," Fiona replied with a small smile. Flicking her gaze at the ceiling, she waited until the demon was distracted for a second before jumping up and pushing her so she was directly underneath a strategically placed Devil's Trap. "But I'm also very smart."
"Let me out now," Lilith demanded, her eyes rolling over to white.
"Not until I get a few answers," Fiona said, coldly. "Starting with why you killed my father and ending with why you want me dead." Kicking the other chair over to the demon, Fiona added, "Sit a spell. Let's talk."
"Alright," Lilith said with a devilish smile as she sat down, facing Fiona. "I went to see your father to talk. I had some information I assumed he'd want. We fought, and I killed him with your knife."
If there was one thing Fiona had learned from Jethro Gibbs, it was the ability to know without any hesitation when someone was lying. "You broke into my house and stole the knife," she countered. "Means you had no intention of 'just talking'."
"Feisty and smart," Lilith said, approvingly. "We could use you on our side."
"That's not going to happen," Fiona promised. "And you know it."
But Lilith was also smart and she knew precisely where the chinks in Fiona's armor were. "You do know you wouldn't be here at all if it wasn't for me?"
Fiona stiffened slightly at that and she narrowed her eyes as she gave the demon a side glance. "What are you talking about?"
"Your mommy made a deal," Lilith replied, smiling. "She couldn't get pregnant and she came to us for help."
Fiona felt her mouth go dry. Her mother had made a crossroads deal to get pregnant? Had her father know about this?
"To answer your question," Lilith said, as she saw the question in the hunter's eyes. "No. Your father didn't know about the deal." Leaning back in her chair, she went on. "You see, when the Devil's Gate opened, it wasn't just demons that escaped. A multitude of souls managed to escape as well. Some we managed to collect before they went to Heaven, but a whole lot more got away from us."
"What did the angels mean when they said that I'm the only one who can save Sam's soul?" Fiona asked, going to the next question on her list.
But Lilith wasn't about to reveal all her secrets right then. Shaking her head, she replied, "I can't give away the ending to the story yet. But you'll find out soon enough." Hearing a car outside the door, she had a feeling the Winchesters would be barging in any second. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat," Lilith said with a smile. "But I think your rescue party's here."
Before Fiona could even stand, Lilith smoked out just as Sam and Dean burst into the room. Standing up and turning to the boys, she looked annoyed as she said, "You couldn't have waited 5 friggin' minutes?"