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"Don't be here, please!" I yelled at him as tears streamed down my face.
He stepped toward me and brushed my cheek. I closed my eyes, remembering his glorious self before he fell. "There now, my love. It's alright. No more tears."
He brought his lips to mine and I kissed him back, feeling everything I didn't want to feel. He deepened the kiss and I leaned into him.
He pulled away slightly, "I have waited centuries for you to kiss me like that again."
"Please…" The tears streamed.
"Tell me where you are, my love. And I will come get you." He whispered sweetly to me.
I shook my head, "I don't know where I am." I replied. I didn't know the exact location, so it wasn't a lie.
I cried harder, because I wanted to tell him. A growing part of me, wanted to tell him so badly.
He sighed, "Alright, my love. I'll let you go back. Don't be afraid to sleep, my dear, this human form needs sleep." He kissed me once more and the dream faded.
I woke up to pounding downstairs and head down there. I felt fully refreshed, sleep wise… my thoughts, my emotions… yeah, those were everywhere.
A guy was tied to a chair I assumed it was the demon Crowley and Dean left to get.
Crowley appeared as Dean and Sam entered in. "God. The day I've had. good news. You're going to live forever." He said to the guy in the chair.
"What did you do?" the guy asked.
"Went over to the demons' nest- had a little massacre. Must be losing my touch, though- Let one of the little toads live. Oops. Also might have given said toad the impression that you left your post last night because you and I are- wait for it- lovers in league against Satan." Crowley chuckled.
The guy sighed.
"Hello darling. So, now Death is off the table. Now you get to be on the boss's eternal-torment list with little old me." Crowley said.
"Oh, no, no, no, no. No." The guy said.
I crossed my arms and leaned against a wall my thought drifted until I heard a familiar sound. I stood up.
"Was that a hellhound?" Dean asked.
"I'd say yeah." Crowley said.
"Why was that a hellhound?" Dean asked.
I materialized a dagger and multiplied it.
"What the hell?" the guy said looking at me. "Get me out of here. I'll tell you anything you want."
"Shut up." Sam told him.
"Okay, well, then we should go." Dean said.
"Sorry, boys. No one knows more about the hounds than I. You're long past the point of 'go'." Crowley said.
"He's right, they're getting closer already." I said.
"Damn it!" Dean said.
"I told you!" Sam yelled.
The others scrambled getting salt and a gun I readied my daggers. The hellhounds came in. I downed one, he didn't go for me. I watched as another seemed to cower. One literally sat in front of me, like a normal dog.
"Dee! I can't see them!"
Crowley returned, he had his own hellhound.
"You're back?" Dean asked.
"I'm invested. Currently." he replied. "Stay." He said to his dog.
"You can control them?" Dean asked.
"Not that one." Crowley pointed behind Dean, where one stood until I looked at it and it seemed to back off. "You're girl seems to have one under control… curious." He shrugged. "Mine's bigger. Sic him, boy!"
We left the house and got in the impala and drove. We reached an alley at a safe distance and I stood toward the street while the four of them headed down the alley. A few minutes later Crowley walked up to me.
"You killed one hellhound, yet… tamed another. That's rather interesting to me." He said softly.
"What do you want?"
"I was going to ask you the same question." He smiled at me. "What are you after in all this?"
"The same as Sam and Dean." I replied flatly.
"Hmm, are you sure? You seem conflicted, darling." He disappeared.
I turned around seeing Sam stab the demon. I didn't care about the demon, but watching Sam that angry and enjoying such a heinous act set shivers down my spine… in a good way, and that scared me.
Sam walked past Dean and straight to me, wrapping a hand around my neck and kissing me full of intense passion. We pulled away and wrapped an arm around my shoulders and we headed back to the impala with Dean behind us.
I slid into the middle. Sam kept his arm around me.
Dean slid in and looked at me, "Did you get some sleep, at least?"
I nodded.
"Did Lucifer come to you again?" Sam asked.
"Yes," I replied after taking a deep breath.
"And?" Dean asked as he pulled onto the road.
"He asked me to tell him where we were. I didn't know, so I had nothing to tell." I said.
Dean glanced at me briefly, "That's it?"
I nodded. What I didn't tell them was that I had- or at least some part of me- had wanted to tell him. I didn't tell them that he had kissed me, or that I had actually wanted it and let it happen. I didn't tell them how my emotions were warring inside of me.
I didn't tell them that I had literally made a hellhound sit and stay like a good obedient dog.
We drove straight through to Bobby's place. I actually slept for a little bit in the car, no dreams.
When we got to Bobby's house I told the guys I needed to take a ride and they let me. I climbed on my bike and rode out to where Dean and I liked to sit. I got off my bike and stared out at the open sky above me.
Tears streamed and I fell to my knees allowing myself one moment of closing my eyes and bring up the memories of Lucifer and I from before. I felt everything, I desired everything he was. I wanted to be with him…
The tears streamed faster as my pendant radiated strangely and then settled as I thought about my love for Sam and Dean and how much they needed me. My phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Dee?" Castiel's voice said.
"Cas? Where the hell are you?" I asked standing up and forgetting myself wallowing for a moment.
"A hospital."
"Are you okay? Wait hold on, a sec."
I threeway called Dean.
"Dee, what's wrong?"
"Dean?" Castiel said.
"Cas? Why the hell are you calling from Dee's phone?" Dean asked with a hint of panic.
"I threewayed you, Dean. He called me." I said as I connected my helmet to the phone and slipped the helmet on and the phone in my pocket.
"Where are you?" Dean asked.
"A hospital." Castiel said.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked.
"No." Castiel replied.
"You want to elaborate on that?" Dean asked.
"I just woke up here. The doctors are fairly surprised. They thought I was brain-dead." Castiel said.
"S-so, a hospital?" Dean asked.
"Apparently, after Van Nuys, I suddenly appeared bloody and unconscious, on a shrimping boat off Delacroix. I'm told it upset the sailors."
"Uh, well, I got to tell you, man- You're just in time. We figured out a way to pop Satan's box." Dean said.
"How?" Castiel asked.
I was already on my way back to the house.
"It's a long story, but, look-we're going after Pestilence now. So if you want to zap over here…"
"I can't 'zap' anywhere." Castiel replied.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"You could say my batteries are- are drained." Castiel replied.
"What do you mean? You're out of angel mojo?" Dean asked.
"I'm saying that I am thirsty and my head aches. I have a bug bite that itches no matter how much I scratch it, and I'm saying that I'm just incredibly…"
"Human. Wow, sorry." Dean said.
"Well, my point is- I can't go anywhere without money for… an airplane ride. And food. And more pain medication, ideally." Castiel said. "That's why I called Dee."
"Alright, Cas, stay on the line with me. Once I get to my laptop I'll get it set up and wire you enough money." I said.
"Good. Alright." Dean said.
"Dean, wait." Castiel said. "You said no to Michael. I owe you an apology."
"Cas… I-It's okay." Dean said.
"You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be." Castiel added.
"Thank you. I appreciate that. Dee, where are you?" Dean asked me.
"Almost back. Get my laptop for me please."
"Done." I heard the click of his line.
"Cas?"
"I'm still here."
"I know who I was before I was human?" I said softly.
"What do you mean?"
"I was made for Lucifer, specifically for him. I loved him, he loved me… I-I made him turn on humans. It was my idea."
"I don't understand. I don't remember you… at all. How can that be?"
"When I was cast to earth as a human. The only ones that remembered were Lucifer and his brothers. Lucifer gave the memories back to me. Cas… I…" I pulled into the junkyard. "I just need to talk to you. I'll show you."
I parked my bike and unhooked the phone as I took off my helmet. Dean had my laptop on the trunk of the impala. "Alright, let me get the funds set up for you."
"Dee… should I be worried?" Castiel asked me.
"If I say no, will you believe me?" I said once Dean turned back and walked toward the others and was out of range.
"Not any more." He replied softly.
"Then yes. You should be. I'm holding together as well as I can… but I'm falling apart, Cas. I don't know which way is up anymore. Like I'm tumbling down into a hole, and I can't see the light anymore. Cas, I'm scared."
"Get me the money." He told me where he was and I told him how to get the funds, making sure I sent him enough. "Alright, you should have plenty."
"Thank you. Now let me talk to Dean."
"Cas-"
"I can easily call him myself, or you can do this. Dee, I'm being serious here."
"Dean." I said as tears streamed down my face.
He walked over and I handed him the phone. "Yeah?" He said in the phone as he eyed me. "What? Why?"
I had no idea what Castiel was telling him. But the concern on Dean's face with hints of fear for me, told me it wasn't good.
"You realize we kind of need her right?" He sighed. "Why are you asking me to do this?" I swallowed hard fear gripping me. "I'll do it, but I don't like it." He handed the phone back to me and walked off to talk to Sam.
"Cas?" I said my voice cracking.
"You're sitting this one out, Dee. I'll be there and you can show me. We'll figure this out, Dee."
"What if they need me?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"What if they need you and you make the wrong decision because of these conflicting feelings?" He asked me.
"Why do I have the feeling I'm not just gonna be sitting on the sofa by Bobby?"
"Because you're not. You're going to the panic room and being locked in. It's for your own good and everyone else's."
"Please, don't ask me to do that, Cas."
"I'm not asking, Dee." Castiel hung up.
Sam and Dean walked over to me. "Please, don't make this hard on us, Dee." Dean said softly. "It's hard enough."
"We'll be back soon. Cas will be here and we'll figure things out. It's just until we get back." Sam said.
"Please, don't." I pleaded, not wanting to be locked somewhere alone where all I had were my thoughts. That scared me more than anything. Tears were streaming faster, I could barely see.
"Dee, baby, please, don't." Dean wrapped his arms around me and then lifted me into his arms as I cried harder into sobs of pure terror.
I didn't fight him, I just cried. He walked me into the panic room and set me down on the bed.
He pulled away and I shook my head, "Please don't leave me." I cried.
He kissed my forehead and walked out. Sam leaned down, "I told you we are here for you. We have to take care of this, but when we get back… we'll figure this out together."
"Please, Sam…"
He cupped my cheek and kissed me briefly and walked out. I curled my knees to my chest and buried my face in my arms as I cried the hardest I had in a long time. It wasn't long before my thoughts ran wild.
Images of Lucifer filled my vision, leaving me screaming for something… anything else.
It felt like a lifetime before anyone came down to see me. I sat on the bed, not moving the whole time, my face buried.
Castiel came in alone and I got up and ran to his arms in sobs. He held me for a moment then pulled away. "We need you, Dee. Things are… getting bad."
"Sam and Dean?" I asked.
"We're here, love. Just fine." I heard Dean on the other side of the door.
"Show me." Castiel asked.
I nodded and put my hand to his cheek and let the memory flood into him. He stepped away from a hint of fear on his face and I cried harder. "Please… don't look at me like that."
Castiel shook his head, "How do I not remember you?"
"I'm sorry…" I said stepping back and sitting on the bed, pulling my knees to my chest.
"Cas, the one that gave Lucifer the idea, isn't our Dee." Sam said as he stepped inside.
"I know that. I just…" Castiel took a step toward me. "That love... I don't know what we can do to help her through this." He shook his head.
"Dee," Sam sat beside me and looked toward the door at Dean and gave him a look.
Dean came in and sat on my other side. They each took a hand and I felt the energy flowing freely between us and it calmed me.
"What do you need from us?" Dean asked.
"It's not that easy." I replied softly.
"Bring her up here!" I heard Bobby yell.
Sam pulled me to my feet and I followed him up the stairs. Bobby pointed to the sofa.
"Now leave us!" Bobby said and the three of them left. He looked at me. "Do you love them boys?" I nodded. "Are you willing to die for them?" I nodded. Bobby pulled out a gun and aimed it at me.
I didn't move to defend myself I just sat there tears streaming down my face.
"They've told me enough. You're having feelings for Lucifer, from this time before he fell?" I nodded. "Are you thinking of betraying us?" I didn't move. "I asked you a question, girl!"
"No! I'm fighting everything I know I was made for because my life has changed! I found love in Sam and Dean. I love them! I'm willing to die for them! I will still fight for them! Because that's who I am now!"
"And when Lucifer comes to you and you share that lovey dovey moment, what do you do then?"
"I tell him no, and let the emotions battling in me consume my thoughts until… Bobby… I'm falling!" I cried my head in my hands. "I'm fighting so hard… I don't know what to do anymore."
"Here's what I know. We're trying to lock Lucifer up, not kill him. But if he gets his way both Sam and Dean will be dead. Do you want that?"
I shook my head. "Of course, not."
"We're about to go diving into what may very well be zombieland. You're good with guns, we need you. But so help me God, girl, I will kill you if I have to. Do you hear me?"
Dean and Sam came in. "Bobby! What the hell?" Dean said.
"Do you understand me?" Bobby asked.
I nodded.
"You good now?" He asked me.
Somehow I felt slightly better. He was right one of two ways, I either keep the three I love alive… one locked in a cage, but alive. Or I lose Sam and Dean. I wouldn't lose them and I clung to that. I took a deep breath.
"I'm good." I said, the tears stopped, my eyes feeling swollen.
"Good, now go get loaded up, we're gonna need your guns." Bobby said lowering the one he aimed at me.
I nodded and walked past the guys and then out the door and to the impala. I grabbed my gun holster and put it on I took out the handguns and checked that they were fully loaded.
Sam and Dean walked over to me. "What the hell? Bobby aims a gun at you and all better?"
"Far from it, but I'm focusing on what I need to. We have to lock Lucifer up, or he will kill you both and many other people I care about." I slipped the guns in the holsters.
Bobby whistled at me I turned and he tossed me a thigh holster. I caught it and started adjusting it to my thigh and then slipped one of the handguns there. I grabbed my revolver and loaded it.
"So, you're just what? Shutting off your emotions? Dee… I've been there, I've done that. Sam and I both have." Dean said.
"I can't do that. Trust me, I've been trying since Lucifer gave me back those memories." I flipped the barrel closed and slipped it in the free side on my holster. "I'm doing what I need to so that I can be of use. Otherwise, Bobby might as well shoot me."
"She's right." Castiel said. "If she were to side with Lucifer… would you two kill her?"
Dean and Sam glanced at each other then looked at me. "Are you thinking of siding with him?" Sam asked.
"No. Too many people would die, including you two. My love for you two hasn't changed." I wrapped a hand around each of their necks. "It will never change. But I can't change the memories that Lucifer gave me either. I wish I could remove them, but I can't. In the meantime, I'm still your warrior."
"You're sure you can handle this?" Sam asked.
"I have to." I looked at them. "Just do me a favor."
"Anything." They said together.
"Don't lose faith in me. Whatever happens."
"Never." They said together.
I pulled them both to me and they hugged me back.
"Alright, you three. Let's get loaded." Bobby said.
They both kissed my cheeks and we walked over to Bobby. He handed me a shotgun and a box of bullets I loaded it.
Crowley handed Dean a small scythe. "Dean's covered. Death's own. Kills, golly, demons and angels and reapers… Probably even her. And rumor has it, the very thing itself."
"How did you get that?" Castiel asked.
"Hello- king of the crossroads. So, shall we? Bobby, you just gonna sit there." Crowley said turning to Bobby.
"No, I'm gonna riverdance." He replied sarcastically.
"I suppose if you want to impress the ladies. Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Really wasted that crossroads deal. Fact- you get more if you phrase it properly. So, I took the liberty of adding a teeny sub-a clause on your behalf. What can I say? I'm an altruist. Just gonna sit there?" Crowley said.
I had a feeling my little break down made me miss something.
Bobby stood up, "Son of a bitch."
"Yes, I know. Completely worth your soul. I'm a hell of a guy." Crowley said with a smile.
"So, I take it that I missed a few things?" I said and the guys chuckled.
"Thanks." Bobby said to Crowley.
"So, you." Crowley turned toward me. "Can we trust you?"
"I'm the one looking at a demon." I said.
"And I'm the one looking at the one person ever created just to love Lucifer." He replied.
"That was centuries ago. I'm not the same. I care about the people on this earth now. Back then… I didn't. Besides, I'm bonded to them." I motioned to Sam and Dean. "Now, they are my life. I'm their warrior." I pumped the shotgun in one hand. "And I'm gonna fight."
"That's our girl." Dean said softly.
"This is getting maudlin. Can we go?" Crowley asked rolling his eyes.
Bobby pulled my arm and we stepped aside. "I'm letting you know now, girl. You turn, I will end you because I know they can't."
I handed him the shotgun, "Then aim true."
He looked at me with a hint of tenderness, "You're stronger than this. I've seen you overcome some massive crap in just the short time I've known you." He wrapped a hand around my neck and looked in my eyes. "They need you. And if Sam goes through with his plan to accept Lucifer just to trap him in that cage, he may need you to pull him out and I know you can do it."
"What?"
"That's his plan, accept Lucifer, fight him off long enough to get him in the cage. I have a feeling that you may be needed there. Can you do this?"
"I have to." I replied.
"Good girl." He pulled me toward him and hugged me briefly.
"Thank you, Bobby." I said before he pulled away.
He handed me back the shotgun and we all piled in the van.
I sat up front with Bobby they guys piled in the back. They talked about Sam's plan.
"So, go ahead and tell me it's the worst plan you ever heard." Sam said glancing at me, but talking to Castiel.
"Of course. I am happy to say that if that's what you want to hear. But it's not what I think. And I don't think it would affect Dee. Otherwise you're thinking about it would already be affecting her." Castiel said.
"Really?" Sam asked.
"You and Dean… and Dee have a habit of exceeding my expectations. He resisted Michael. Maybe you could resist Lucifer but there are things that you would need to know."
"Like?" Sam asked.
"Michael has found another vessel."
"What?" Sam asked.
"It's your brother Adam. You must have considered it." Castiel replied.
"We were trying not to." Sam said.
"Sam… if you say yes to Lucifer and then fail… this fight will happen. And the collateral… It'll be immense. There's also the demon blood."
"What? What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"To take in Lucifer, it would be more than you've ever drunk." Castiel answered.
"But… why?" Sam asked.
"It strengthens the vessel. Keeps it from exploding."
"But the guy he's in now-"
"He's drinking gallons." Castiel said.
"And how is that not the worst plan you ever heard?" Bobby said.
"Because… Dee can reach him when Lucifer is inside." Castiel said.
I turned and looked at him and laughed. "So, you're relying solely on me not breaking down again?"
Castiel looked at me, "You're stronger than that. You know what's at stake. You can approach Lucifer when he's got control of Sam and use your power to draw Sam out. That bond can't be broken, no matter what Lucifer says." He paused. "I'm sorry. About earlier. I didn't mean to be affected by your memory like that. Sam's right. That was centuries ago and you no longer feel that way about humans. You may still hold love for Lucifer, but you know what's at stake."
"Wait, if she's the one that convinced Lucifer that humans are a plague, couldn't she convince him otherwise?" Dean asked.
"No," I said. "He thinks my many lives as a human as made me weak to that. He's set in his ways. But ya know what, next time he sees me in my dreams, I'll give it a try."
"Dee's right. Besides, based on her memories, there really wasn't any discussion over humans being plagues… or whatever, he just agreed, like he was already thinking the same thing." Sam said softly.
"So, we're relying on the crazy one to hold it together and bring Sam out?" Dean asked.
I turned back around and looked out the passenger side window.
"Shit, Dee. I didn't mean it like that." Dean said.
"Yeah, you did." I said flatly.
"Look, I think Castiel is right, Dee can bring me out and I have faith in her." Sam said softly.
"As do I." Castiel said.
"I believe in her in too." Bobby added throwing a smile toward me.
Dean stayed silent and then sighed heavily, "Ya know what, Sam, Cas, glare at me all you want. We just watched her have a serious break down! Do you know how hard that was? To have her pleading with us not to leave her there? To see her crying like that? To see her… our rock, breaking?"
"Yeah, I do. I was there! I had to do the same thing! I had to watch her too! But ya know what, Dean? Think of everything she's gone through in the last few months alone." Sam moved to sit closer to me and took my hand in his on my lap. "How many times she's almost died? Having to deal with brand spanking new powers; having to save our asses; losing two people she's carried about like parents; finding out they weren't who she thought they were; leaving her home to come with us; losing you almost twice; having to face her… destiny of being with both of us; hell, just dealing with us!" Bobby chuckled. "All she's ever done is be there for us! Pulling out a gun when needed, or her daggers, never questioning anything, just accepting everything and everything she's had to do. Then she get's thrown the largest snowball to add to the pile! So, excuse me if I think that she's entitled to a breakdown! But ya know what? I know she'll be there when we need her. I have faith in her and I always will. I can't think of anyone else that could be as strong as her or face what she has without having already run for the hills. Can you?"
I took his hand and rested my cheek against it. Wiping the few tears from my other cheek with my hand. I kissed his hand and he leaned over and kissed my temple.
"No, I can't." Dean replied. "Dee, I know this isn't an ideal place, but, uh, you wanna come back here for a minute, please?"
I glanced at Sam and he nodded and moved. I maneuvered my way back to Dean. Sam took the front seat and turned on some music. "Thanks, Sam." Dean said as I sat beside him toward the back end of the van.
He turned and faced me, taking my hands. "I'm sorry, babe." He said softly.
"Don't be, you only said what you really thought." I replied looking at my hands in his.
He moved a hand and lift my chin to meet his eyes. "I'm an ass, don't listen to me when I'm being an ass." He smiled softly and wrapped his hand around my cheek, caressing with his thumb. "You mean the world to me, Dee. I love you, you know that. When you broke down… when Cas told me to lock you in the panic room… I felt like I was losing you. Like I was watching you slip away from me…"
"You wanna know why I didn't want to be left alone? I didn't want to be left alone with my thoughts. Without you two here to hold me on my feet… I thought I only had one other person to turn to… And I couldn't do that, because I know what that means."
"That would be my fault." Castiel said softly. "I told him to, thinking that you needed some time to sort your thoughts until we could figure something out."
"It's not your fault Castiel. It's my own." I turned back to Dean. "I was shutting you two out, not because I wanted to, but just because…"
"It's all you thought you could do?" Dean offered and I nodded.
"Alright, you two might wanna wrap this heart to heart up, we're about twenty minutes out." Bobby yelled back to us.
Dean looked at me. "I kept looking at this… bond, whatever you wanna call it, as a way to keep Sam and I together and doing what we needed to do. Relying on you to be there for us. I was never thinking about how you needed us for more than a recharge. Don't get me wrong, I know you love us. I just wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, Dee. So, when we get done with this, you, me and Sam we're gonna sit down and you're gonna talk. And we're gonna work through this, got that?"
"Got it." He brought his lips to mine and kissed me intensely.
"You ready for this?" He asked me when he pulled away.
"To be honest, I'm kinda looking forward to shooting some zombies." Everyone chuckled and I smiled.
"I love you, Dee. Now, let's survive this." He kissed me again.
I nodded and moved toward the front and Sam handed me my shotgun I had left up there. "Thank you." I whispered to him, he knew I didn't mean for the gun.
"You've done more than enough for us, about time we returned the favor. Just don't shut us out, Dee." I nodded and kissed him.
We pulled into a warehouse. Our job now was to stop a mass shipment of the croatoan virus that Pestilence had set up before Sam, Dean and Castiel could end him and take his ring.
"They're loading up hotshots of croatoan in the trucks. Okay. First truck don't leave for an hour. We get in, we plant the c-4 every 25 feet, then we pull the fire alarm." Bobby said.
"Uh, Bobby." I pointed. "That truck is leaving."
"Balls!" Bobby yelled. "Okay, new plan." He turned to me. "Your job is to cover our asses. We've gotta stop those trucks."
I got out. Bobby handed me a small pack that slung over my shoulder, I let the hang over my chest. "Extra clips, and ammo."
I looked around and then heard a scream.
"Side door!" Bobby yelled and pointed.
I nodded. I focused my power, feeling it course through me… and feeling it stronger. for some reason. I blasted the lock and the door opened.
Bobby yelled for the man to move. I aimed the shotgun and shoot at those infected. Sam was beside me, shooting as well.
At some point Dean was no longer in the van with us. He was with Crowley going to stop Death. I stayed with Sam and Bobby, knowing that they needed my guns more.
"There's more people in there." Sam said, heading into the building.
"Sam no!" Bobby yelled.
Sam turned back and handed his demon blade to Bobby, "Wait here." He turned to me, "Stay here." I nodded and he headed down the hall.
"Damn." Bobby said.
I reloaded the shotgun. More infected were coming. I grabbed the handgun on my thigh and shot them as they came. There really wasn't any mistaking infected for healthy. Sam returned not long after a few employees running past us.
"All clear." Sam said.
I turned to make sure that the employees were getting away.
"Sam!" I heard Bobby yell.
I turned back around seeing Sam attacked, but Castiel took aim and shot. "Actually, these things can be useful."
"Can we commit our act of domestic terrorism already? Let's go." Bobby said.
We headed back to the van and set up the c-4 where we needed to. We moved fast, I get watch, downing any infected that came in view.
I was emptying my revolver when an infected ran toward me. Castiel yelled. I merely reached to my thigh and pulled out the handgun and barely needed to take aim and downed it.
"Are we almost ready?" I asked with a hint of impatience. This was nowhere as exciting as I had thought it would be and I was ready to leave and hoped that Dean was having as easy a time as we were.
"Alright, that's the last." Bobby handed me the detonator. "Let's get far enough away, you hit it. You did good work. Let's go."
We got back to the van and Bobby drove us out of the building. He nodded at me when we were far enough away. I pressed the remote detonator. The building cascaded into explosions as we continued back toward Bobby's junkyard.
I was sitting in the back with Sam. Castiel was upfront with Bobby driving. I took off the holsters and bag of ammo.
Sam smiled at me, "How you feeling, Dee?"
"Better." I said.
He motioned for me to sit closer and I moved to curl between his legs with his arms around me. "You did good."
"So did you." I replied.
He kissed the top of my head and I drifted off to sleep. Lucifer came to me and I prayed that I was strong enough to handle it