Chapter Four

"She's a witch and you're letting her stay here?" Aurora yelled at Dean as soon as the foursome was back in the den. "She could be working for Daeva!"

"She's my sister-in-law, Philips, and she's harmless. Really." Dean looked at Sam for support.

"Um, yeah, totally." Sam said, unsure of himself.

"Guys, really! Whatever Lucifer said about me being able to kill her when others can't doesn't necessarily have anything to do with my powers." Zoey said, getting frustrated.

"Really?" Aurora turned her icy gaze to the witch and Dean frowned, moving to shelter her. "Why summon Satan in the first place? In case you missed it, his daughter's the one hunting me!"

"Don't worry, Lucifer hates Daeva." Zoey said calmly.

"It's true, you know." Lucifer handed a glass jar half full of blood to the witch. "Good luck."

As soon as he left, Dean spoke up. "He's supposed to be in the cage."

"Yeah, I know." Sam looked at his wife. "You don't think her calling to him got him out, do you?"

"He's been out as long as Michael has." Zoey answered. "There's another war going on in Heaven and, since the two archangels are the most powerful, Gabriel and Castiel let them out. They needed the reinforcements, believe me." She slice her palm, letting the thick red liquid drip into the jar. "Although Lucifer's not happy with Michael vanishing every three days to New Orleans for a night."

Dean threw himself into a chair. "Why couldn't Cas just told me this?" He muttered, pissed.

Sam shrugged, sitting down beside him. "Philips, come on. Your turn."

"You're not taking my blood for your little spell."

Zoey frowned and the bitch face she was giving Aurora was so much like Sam's, Dean cracked a smile. "We can do this two ways. You give it willingly, or I put you to sleep and get it anyways. Your choice."

"If you even try to put a spell on me-" Zoey snapped her fingers and Aurora crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

"Think you could leave her like that for a while? She's annoying." Dean asked jokingly as Zoey made a small cut on her hand and placed the jar under it.

"I'm not that mean." Zoey said. "Although, she was annoying me too."

"So, how are we or you going to get close enough to the mother witch to kill her?" Sam tapped his fingers on the table, thinking. "She could easily wipe us off the face of the earth."

"No idea." Zoey slid her finger over the cuts on her and Aurora's palms, healing them. She sat down beside Sam, screwing the lid back on the jar. "I still don't understand how I can kill her."

Dean yawned, looking at the clock. "I'll see you two weirdos tomorrow." He stepped over Aurora and crashed on his bed.

The next morning, he woke up to the smell of bacon and eagerly got out of bed. As he suspected, Zoey was fixing breakfast for everyone. "Morning, sunshine." She said cheerily, humming along to Back in Black on the radio.

"Morning. Need any help?"

"You wanna start the eggs?"

He heated the skillet up, dumping the already beaten eggs in there, stirring them for the fluffiest scrambled eggs. Abraxas soon joined them, pouring himself a cup of coffee and adding a shot of whiskey to it. "Nothing better than Irish coffee." He grinned, taking a drink. "Sam still sleeping?" Zoey nodded. He set his mug on the counter. "Who's Minister now that Alex is dead and I'm gone?"

"George Abernathy." She scowled. "He's an idiot, but I'm of age now, so their holding a week-long voting thing next month."

"There's a Minister of magic like in Harry Potter?" Dean asked curiously.

"It's different." Zoey flipped the bacon over. "The Ministry system we have is just to make sure no one's abusing their powers. However, sometimes, people slip through the cracks. Case in point: if the Minister's abusing their powers, there's no one above him or her to check. Plus, they're always available to people who have trouble with spells or something like that."

"You could get it?"

"They like to keep it in the family." She chuckled. "Grandpa was until Dad tried to kill him. Then, Dad took over, but when he died, it was more chaos. I wasn't of age, so it went to my stupid cousin. Although, with me being married to a hunter, I'm not sure if I'll get in."

Sam shuffled in, half-asleep, and yawned. "Coffee." He mumbled, reaching his hand out.

Zoey smiled and handed him her coffee mug. Sam drained it in one gulp and handed it back to her. He yawned again and leaned against the counter so he wouldn't fall over. Dean chuckled. "Late night, Sammy?"

Sam flipped him off. Abraxas just chuckled. "I'll get the table set."

When he left, Zoey took the bacon out of the skillet and walked over to Sam, asking him something quietly. Dean tried to hear, but he couldn't, until Sam replied. "Just worried, is all."

By then, the food was done and, Aurora came out of her room, also yawning. She eyed the breakfast warily. "Who cooked?"

"Z and I did." Dean answered.

"I'll pass." She sat down at the end of the table.

Zoey came out the kitchen, obviously hearing her snide remark, and the look in her emerald green eyes would've scared him, had she been looking at him. Instead, her gaze was on Aurora. "You need to fix your attitude toward witches. It's ridiculous and it's pissing me off. I'm busting my ass trying to save yours, but if you don't want my help, fine. I'll let Daeva have you."

She sat down beside Sam and began to eat.

Aurora stared at her, mouth open for a few minutes before she pulled a plate toward her and ate breakfast with them. Dean smirked, glad someone put the grumpy bitch in her place. Sam glanced at him and smirked too, but he could see the worry in his little brother's eyes. "It's not really busting your ass if Satan helped." Aurora muttered.

"His name is Lucifer, and I've been working a complicated tracking spell, trying to find her." Zoey snapped. "And, for your information, I did."

"You tracked her?" Sam asked, his forkful of eggs forgotten.

"Yes. She's in Oklahoma, causing all sorts of hell, so we should eat and go pack. We need to get there before she leaves." Zoey finished her food and, after putting her plate in the sink, she stopped in front of Aurora. "You're going with us."

"She wants to kill me!"

"Exactly. You're bait."