Chapter Three

Dean frowned at his brother as Sam resumed his pacing, waiting impatiently for Zoey to call him and tell him that she was on the way back to the bunker. Aurora rolled her eyes. "You'd think that with tainted blood, he wouldn't be so damn emotional."

Sam stopped dead in his tracks. "No one asked your opinion, bitch." He snarled, throwing himself into the chair beside Dean.

Dean snorted, high-fiving Sam. "Ten bucks you'll gank her before Z gets back."

"Don't tempt me. I honestly don't think I'd feel too bad about that."

"Lose your soul again or did you just never get it back from Lucifer?"

"One more smart comment from you and I'll lock your ass in the dungeon." Dean warned. "Should've done that the night Cas brought you here."

"You don't know anything, Winchester."

"I know you're a flat out bitch." He retorted. Sam sighed, tapping his large foot randomly. "Dude, stop it." Dean said irritably.

"What if something's wrong and he turns out to be just as twisted as Alexander was?" Sam worried. "Her own father tried to kill her, Dean! I shouldn't have let her go by herself."

"Sam, seriously. Zoey scares the hell out of angels and demons. She'll be fine."

Sam cracked a smile at the joke. "I know. It's just, you know, those witch's traps can't be broken easily."

Dean nodded. "I know, but you need to relax."

"How do you make a witch's trap?" Aurora asked curiously.

"Shut up, that's how." Dean and Sam said together.

Suddenly, Dean sat up as a Corvette's engine revved and cut off. Sam jumped out of his seat and ran to the door, looking almost exactly like an excited puppy. "Zoey!" He carried her into the living room, kissing her deeply. "I was worried about you."

"I'm assuming this young man is your husband, Zoey?" An older version of her father asked warmly.

She nodded as Sam gently put her down. "Sam, this is my grandfather, Abraxas. This is Henry Winchester's youngest grandson."

While they were talking, Dean popped a rubber band at Aurora's ass. "Winchester!" She shrieked. "Will you act like the adult you claim you are?"

"Only if you stop being a childish bitch."

Abraxas, to everyone's surprise, laughed heartily. "Well, well, this is familiar."

"What?" Sam asked as they moved into the living room.

"Henry used to do similar things to Millie, your grandmother. It was quite a shock when they ended up married."

"That's Dean, Grandfather, and that," Zoey attempted to keep the venom out of her voice, "is Aurora Philips."

"I should have known." He peered at Aurora. "She definitely has the Philips attitude."

"Was our grandmother involved with the Men of Letters, too?" Sam asked, sitting down on the couch beside Dean and Zoey.

"Heavens no. She was the local librarian and, since Henry was the best at outside research, he and I would go. The first time they met, she called him a prick. She definitely was feisty." He cleared his throat. "Now, why exactly did you come find me, dear?" He eased himself into the chair vacated by Sam.

"Daeva's after me." Aurora supplied. "We need to know how to kill her."

Abraxas face paled. "I'm afraid that's impossible."

Sam handed him the book Zoey had found his notes in. "You and Henry were working on a theory." Sam prodded.

He sighed. "I left all my work on that theory here for Henry to pursue when I was discharged from the order. Let me rest and in the morning, I'll try to find it. Meanwhile, Zoey, you might want to see if he knows anything."

"He who?" Dean demanded as Zoey nodded.

Zoey shot a look at Aurora. "A friend of mine." She said cryptically before she showed Abraxas to his room.

Sam made his signature bitch face at his wife when she paused at the living room entrance. "You coming, Sammy?"

"Do I have to?" He whined as Dean yanked him up.

"Yeah. I'm going too."

Then, all four walked down to the dungeon. Zoey closed her eyes as she spoke. "Lucifer, it's your favorite calling. Think you could wing it down here for a second?"

Suddenly, Lucifer himself appeared, looking eager. "Thank god you gave me an excuse to leave. Mike's about to drive me nuts." He complained, then his eyes landed on Sam and Zoey's rings. "Congratulations, Sammy. She's a hell of a woman." He cackled at his joke.

"Lucifer, be quiet." Zoey commanded and the fallen archangel fell silent. "How can we kill Daeva?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I can't, and neither can mortals or most witches."

Aurora scoffed. "So, she can't be killed? Great."

"I said most witches, Aurora. Zoey, however," he paused, "I think could do it."

Aurora's eyes widened and she scooted away from Zoey, horrified. "Um, what could I do that my own grandfather couldn't do?" Zoey asked.

Dean and Sam eyed her apprehensively as Lucifer's mouth fell open. "You don't know, do you? Well, I'll tell you that in order to kill my daughter, you need to dip the demon killing knife into a mixture of blood of an angel, demon, witch, and mortal. Or, you can be safe and mix the blood mixture up into pure silver bullets. Either way, it'll kill her."

Zoey tapped her chin thoughtfully, unaware of the stares she was receiving. "The spell would be at its greatest potency with yours, Lilith's, mine, and Aurora's blood, correct?"

"Very good." Lucifer smiled proudly at her. "Give me a few minutes and I'll come back with half of what you need."

When he disappeared, Dean cleared his throat. "How the hell is she supposed to kill the mother witch?"