Previously on Supernatural...

With a flutter of his coat, angel and Impala were gone before the guests investigated the screams.

The first thing Castiel did upon returning to the hotel room was to heal all of Baby's injuries from the fight with Rachel. She tore off her ruined dress and changed back into jeans, boots and leather jacket. Wearing one of Dean's t-shirts instead of her tanktop, the amulet hanging around her neck again, Baby had done the only thing she could - extracting every weapon and item she had stored in her trunk.

Castiel watched as Baby reached inside her jacket, pulled a sniper rifle, and laid it gently on the mattress. She hadn't spoken since they returned to the room, keeping her focus on pulling more items from seemingly nowhere. The entire episode in the basement had clearly scared her, and now she worked with almost mechanical precision, covering almost three-quarters of one bed with weapons and instruments used for hunting everything that went bump in the night.

"So, the Greek book of shadows telling you anything good?"

"Perhaps." Castiel flipped through the grimoire for pertinent information, his eyes flitting over the handwritten text. "This page holds an invocation to a being named Adonis. It calls him 'a youth blessed and beloved by Aphrodite'. Many of the spells call upon him to influence the desires of man." When her eyes narrowed in thought, Castiel asked, "Is it of import?"

"Maybe." Baby toyed with a ringlet of her hair as she spoke. "Sebastian talked about desire like he knew something about it. And after what Rachel called him...you think he could be this Adonis guy?"

"It is possible, but I do not recognize the name. He must not be a popular Greek figure."

"Any mention of how to kill him?"

Castiel shook his head. "None."

"So we have nothing."

"As of yet." The slump of her shoulders made the angel's face crease into a sympathetic expression. "We will find them, Baby. We have to have - "

"Faith? How? All we have to go on is that book you're still flipping through because we can't figure out how to use Sam's stupid machine." She gestured angrily at where Sam's laptop hummed away, the login screen demanding a password. "We can't even find the boys because those damn sigils you carved in their bones to make them angel-proof!" The words made her eyes widen, and apology appeared to replace the rage in them. "Dammit Cas, I didn't - "

"There is no need to apologize." The angel's eyes returned to the open grimoire. "Your anger is understandable."

"I'm not angry, I just - I don't know how to save them, Cas." The admission seemed to disturb her, and when Castiel looked up at her again, he could see the pain in her eyes as she gestured to the weapons around her. "I know every single gun, every stake, every knife, every book and blade and bullet in my trunk. Something here has to be the right thing to kill Sebastian, but I - I don't know which one."

"I can relate to your frustration," Castiel admitted, surprising them both with his words. "I can claim to be a hunter all I like, but I'm not. I have no 'people skills', I cannot operate Sam's portable computer...I'm just a wannabe who can't even crack a cat." Shame filled his eyes. "A baby in a dirty trenchcoat. Useless."

"No you're not. Far from it." When he gave her his classic confused-puppy-head-tilt, Baby smiled reassuringly. "You're a soldier and tactician, and you know a lot about getting people out of hellish places. That's your talent, and it's far from useless." She leaned over the table and rested a hand on his shoulder. "There's nobody else I'd rather want helping me plan a rescue."

"Thank you." The honestly of her statement gave Castiel a measure of comfort, and he wished to return the kindness. "For what it's worth, your fighting and weapon-storing abilities are also far from useless."

Now Baby looked taken aback. Removing her hand from his shoulder, she cleared her throat and stepped back to the beds. "Didn't realize I had so much junk in my trunk. We could stop the second apocalypse with this arsenal."

Understanding her need to change topics - Dean was the same way when they had what he called 'touchy-feely moments' - Castiel surveyed the neatly ordered lines of items on the twin beds, impressed at the sheer volume. "I was not aware that weapons were considered junk, or just how much is required for hunting. Though I doubt they could halt the apocalypse in any way."

"First off, 'junk in the trunk' is a phrase. Second, a lot of these are used more than others, but it's best to be prepared for anything," she replied fairly. Casting another look over the arsenal, Baby nodded in satisfaction. "Well, at least we're well-prepared to kill whatever the hell Sebastian is. Now all we have to do is find him."

"Which we shall," Castiel assured her.

"Damn straight."

When Sam regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the cold floor of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by no less than three dozen beautiful women dressed like they were about to go clubbing. Several of them were tittering and watching him with almost an almost hungry look in their steel-colored eyes.

"Ah, you woke up early." Sebastian walked into his sightline as the car-women shuffled back. Now that Sam was paying attention, the aura of smugness and divine power around him was unmistakable. "Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am called Adonis."

He knew the name, knew it hailed back to Greek mythology, but Sam couldn't focus enough to really be sure. His entire body hurt, like he'd been slammed against a couple dozen walls and dropped down a few flights of stairs. "Where's Dean?" he ground out, rolling onto his stomach as quickly as his protesting muscles would allow. "What did you do to my brother?"

Adonis pointed behind him. "Be at peace. He is there." Sam looked back and saw Dean chained to a stone altar that was set up like the one in the showroom basement. He was unconscious and there was blood on his chest, but no wounds to speak of.

"That is his new purpose. You, however, shall serve no such honor." Looking up at a car-girl Sam couldn't see, Adonis said, "I want the humans to have no doubts about his guilt. Make sure Baby is dead before you leave him there."

"Baby?" Sam suddenly remembered watching Baby collapse like an abandoned doll on the concrete floor, terror in her eyes and fear in her voice. He felt like a black hole opened in his body and sucked out all the warmth. "What did you do to Baby?"

"Oh, it won't be what I did to her." Malevolence twisted Adonis' handsome face into a gruesome smile. "Once the humans find you lying between two more murdered girls, it will be what you did to her."

"You son of a bitch!" Anger surged through Sam's limbs, giving him a burst of strength for attack. He never got close; a psychic force slammed him face-first into the ground hard enough for blackness to eat away at the corners of his vision.

He heard Adonis say, "Finish tenderizing him, then take him. I want him there just in time to say goodbye."

Another coughing fit hit Baby half an hour after their last conversation. It was so severe that she doubled over with an arm wrapped around her midsection, one hand clamped over her mouth as more noxious smoke fought to escape her throat. Finding that way blocked, two black jets shot from her nostrils like a dragon's snort. Her curse was muffled behind her hand along with the coughs.

"I do not believe that is normal," Castiel remarked from his seat.

Baby rolled her eyes. "Great observation, Cas."

"Is that the first time?"

"No, and it's worse than the last one." Clearing her throat, Baby waited until the angel looked up from the grimoire. "What did you mean before?"

"By what?"

"When you poofed out of here before, you were mumbling about something being impossible, seeing instances of something only after centuries. Ringing any bells?"

Blue eyes widened in recollection. "Yes, of course. That."

Baby waited a breath, but when he didn't seem to want to explain, she impatiently said, "What did you mean by - what?"

"Someone is approaching," he said, head cocked to the side like a dog.

Now that she was paying attention, Baby could hear the sound of high heels clicking over asphalt. She rolled her eyes at Castiel, who pulled out his angel blade. "Cover me," she said as she blinked her headlights on and strode to the front door, gun in hand. Grabbing the door handle, she opened it wide and raised her weapon, glowing eyes raking the lot like searchlights. "Who's out there?"

"Baby, don't shoot! It's Rose!"

"Rose?" When her gaze landed on the red-haired Testarossa standing in the parking lot, then to the unconscious man Rose was supporting, she gasped. "Cas, she's got Sam!"

What's this? Perhaps an ally?

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