Chapter 7

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Eleanor

"We need Cas," said Dean, breaking the heavy silence that had been pushing down on the three in the car for over an hour.

Eleanor looked over at Dean from her seat in the back, her head still rested against the cold window. Her head was still spinning and it hurt by now as well. The coolness from the window made it go away only slightly.

"He can find a way to Crowley. Use some of angel mojo to find his location so that we can storm that bastard's hideout and get Lily back," said Dean, his hands holding a tight grip on the steering wheel.

Sam glanced over at his brother while Eleanor looked out of the window again, closing her eyes and beginning a desperate prayer to Castiel, hoping he would hear it and that he would come and help them.

"What we should do first, is get Elle to a safe place where she won't get hurt and where she can rest," said Sam, earning a look from Dean.

He looked back at her and saw that her eyes were closed and figured that she was sleeping before he glanced at his brother and then back at the road again.

"You realise she's never going to agree with that, right?" said Dean, shaking his head. "As much as I want her to stay behind and be safe, we can't force her to do so."

"Yeah… you're right," said Sam, sighing.

"I know where he is," said a deep voice from behind the two brothers and from next to Eleanor.

Dean jumped and accidentally made the car go out of control for a few seconds before he regained control again, glaring back at the angel through the rear-view mirror. Sam turned his head to look back at Castiel while Eleanor simply opened her eyes again, her heartbeat slowing down slightly when she realised Castiel was going to help them now and that their chance of winning now was higher.

"Okay," said Dean with an annoyed tone to his voice. "Where?"

"In an old abandoned warehouse a few miles north of here," said Castiel, glancing at Eleanor before looking back at Dean and Sam again.

"Great. You'll zap us in there and out again," said Dean, slowing down the speed of the car and preparing to pull off the road and stop in order for Castiel to teleport them to the location of his daughter.

"I can't do that, Dean. Crowley's put up protective signs and no angel can come close to that building," said Castiel, earning a look from Eleanor as she lifted her head up from the cool window.

"Are you saying you can't even help us?" asked Eleanor, earning an apologetic look from the angel.

"All I can do is tell you where he is," said Castiel, shaking his head.

"Alright. So, we'll go there then and storm that place," said Eleanor, taking out her silver knife.

Castiel looked down at it while Dean and Sam shared a look with each other. "That's not going to do much," said the angel. "Here."

He reached out his hand towards the knife and Eleanor gave it to him with a curious look in her eyes. She watched him twirl the knife around in his hands before placing a single finger on the sharp edge of it. A faint glow appeared in his finger, spreading out into the edge of the knife before enveloping it entirely.

"What are you doing?" asked Eleanor, looking at the faint glow with interested eyes.

"Here," said Castiel as the glow suddenly disappeared and he handed the knife to her again. "It can harm demons now."

Eleanor gasped and grabbed the silver knife quickly. It had been her mother's knife when she was a child and it was the only thing she had left from her. It had helped her many times to kill werewolves and other creatures, but now it could also help her kill demons and for some reason this made her feel proud.

"Thank you," said Eleanor, offering a small smile to the angel.

"I want to help, you know," said Castiel, giving Eleanor a look that felt odd and almost longing. As if he wanted to tell her something which he couldn't.

"We know, Cas. But if you can't because of those signs, then it's fine," said Sam, turning his head towards Castiel again and seeing the same look as Eleanor had seen on Castiel's face.

"Of course," said he, looking down at his lap.

"Cas-" started Eleanor, wanting to ask him what was wrong but didn't have time as he vanished right before her eyes before she could say anything else.

"What was up with him?" asked Dean.

"I don't know," replied Sam, looking at Dean again. "But he's been like that ever since we got back together."

"Yeah… I've noticed," said Dean, sighing as he pressed his foot further down on the gas pedal.

Eleanor

The warehouse was large and indeed in any way possible abandoned. The surroundings were dirty and looked as if they hadn't been used for ages. The asphalt that the Impala was parked on was broken and cracked almost everywhere and in almost each crack there was a small flower or a little bush of grass. The fence that surrounded the building was rusty and broken on most places. Opening it had been no problem for the three hunters and so, they were quickly making their way towards the entrance of the building.

Castiel had been right when he said that the building was protected against angels. In fact, the amount of symbols that Eleanor saw on the walls were most likely enough to keep anything but demons out. More than half of them were unknown to her.

As Sam tried his best to open the door, Eleanor and Dean stood keeping watch a few meters away from him. So far, no demons had been sighted nor had any other activity. It seemed calm and almost normal around the building, however, the smell of sulphur and the mere fact of knowing that their child was in there was making Dean and Eleanor tense and on their guard. In their hands, they both held the demon knives that they both used; Dean holding the one he had found many years ago while Eleanor held the one that Castiel had created for her. Her fingers were tingling and almost shaking as her body was filled with hatred towards demons, more than she already had that is. She had to stick that knife into at least one demon that evening, mostly because she wanted to know if the knife actually worked.

When the first rays of sunlight slowly pushed their way through the clouds above their heads, Sam managed to open the door and stepped back, letting Dean and Eleanor enter first. In his hand, he held an angel blade and as he followed his fellow hunters inside, he felt more relieved to see the first demons come running at them. At least they were near demons and most likely as well his niece.

Eleanor and Dean fought together while Sam fought a little way behind them. Their backs were faced each other as they punched and dodged their way through the first wave of demons. Eleanor was more than relived to find that her knife did indeed work just as affectively as Dean's and Sam's. She eyed it after having stabbed the last demon and smiled, exchanging a look with Dean.

"Come on," she said, hesitantly grabbing his hand as she wasn't sure how he was going to react to that gesture. When he simply squeezed her hand back, she gained her courage again and started walking further down inside the building, Sam walking behind them.

Lily

With shaking hands and tears falling down her cheeks, she followed the mean man inside an old building. He had been the one to pick her up from the other men that had hurt her father and mother. Although he had smiled at her, the smile had not made her feel any better about her position. Instead, it had made her feel even worse as it was an almost evil smile.

The building they were currently in was filled with people dressed in black. None of them had noticed her walk behind the other man. In fact, none of them had dared to look at the other man which was the main reason for them not seeing her either. As the larger man in front of her stopped walking and turned towards her again, she cowered and looked away as well.

"So, this is the child of Dean Winchester, ay?" said the man, his odd accent causing Lily to look up at him with a careful glance.

He looked older than her father and he didn't look as kind either. His eyes were filled with anger and something dark which Lily couldn't find a word for. His dark clothes covered a slightly unfit body just as his smile covered a mean attitude.

"Not as terrifying as I thought you would be? But then again, you're only… what, three years?" said the man again, crouching down in front of Lily and making her look down at the floor again. "Well, Lily. Not very talkative, are we?"

Lily didn't reply again. She kept her glance at the stone floor which was covered in a strange dirt that caused everybody's footprints to be seen. In this particular room, none but she and the other man had been yet.

"Well, I'm Crowley. Ever heard of me?" asked the man. Once again Lily didn't reply. In return, she earned a sigh. "Really? Nothing?"

He stood up again, seeming exasperated about her not wanting to say anything to him. However, she didn't care. She just wanted to go back to her mother and feel her arms around her again. She was cold and terrified as she didn't understand anything. Her small jacket was still in the car that Crowley had used to bring her here and she wished she hadn't forgotten about it. A small tear fell down her cheek again.

"Sir!" called a voice from behind at the same moment as the sound of a door opening was heard behind Lily. She jumped at the sudden voice and sound before turning around, still shaking. "The Winchesters are here."

She didn't understand what the man had meant with that, but the man was scared and for some reason, that scared her too. Would they hurt her if they got too scared?

"Then grab them! Don't just stand there! Do something about it!" said Crowley. "You know the plan!"

"But… Yes, sir," said the man before closing the door again.

Crowley sighed before glancing back down at Lily again. Her back was facing him and he could easily see her shaking out of fear.

"Your parents are here to take you home," he said, making her turn to him again. "Pity that they probably won't make it."

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