Chapter 16

"How's the heads guys?" Cole asked Brody who was stretched out on one of the couches and Trace on the other. The girls were in the kitchen with Sky checking out what they had for dinner and if they needed to make a supply run.

"Guys, we're heading to the store, any requests?" Sky called to them.

"Better, at least I'm not seeing double now," Brody grumbled.

"Cas can take the pain away," Alex offered leaning over the couch back to look at Brody.

"I don't know..." Brody started. "One time really is enough."

"Really, he can zap the pain in a second," Claire encouraged. "Castiel," she called.

"Yes Claire?" Castiel answered from the other room.

"Can you..." she motioned toward the guys. "Headache, after effects can you help?"

"Alright," he nodded stepping to Trace first and reached to put two fingers on his forehead.

Trace sunk deeper into the couch, a look of fear crossed his face as he watched Castiel's fingers, his eyes going crossed in the process. He felt a slight warm sensation before it dawned on him his headache was gone.

"No pain," Trace said sitting up smiling.

Castiel walked over to Brody and repeated the process with him, stepping back once he was done.

"Wow, much better," Brody acknowledged pushing himself to a sitting position. "Want company Al?"

"No, you guys just drove in, stay here and relax, we can handle the shopping."

"If you say so," Brody replied watching the girls head out. "So, you have any after effects Cole?"

"From what?"

"Didn't you get the info overload from that Castiel guy like us?"

"Naw, Sky and I learned the hard way, we had to read and study," Cole grunted. "Kind of wish I had been zapped, would of been easier with that part anyway."

"Take it from me dude, was not a fun time," Trace offered plopping down beside Brody. "Anything we can do to help?"

"Guess I could fill you in on what we're hunting," Cole said scooping up several folders with research in them before sitting down across from them. "Okay, so from the info gathered by Sam and Sasha, we're hunting a creature called, Devourer of Souls..."

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"So what did my brother really want?" Sam asked Sasha after cornering her in the kitchen.

"Nothing really," she shrugged cutting slices of cheese for the tray of snacks Sky asked her to fix for the guys to hold them over 'til dinner. With the others gone, she was playing hostess.

"It looked like more than nothing to me," he continued stopping her from scooting around him.

"Really Sam, drop it," she asked again. "Dean and I came to an understanding okay?"

"Understanding about what? About me? Don't tell me he gave you the fifth degree?" he cried exasperated and frustrated. "When is he going to realize I'm an adult who can make his own choices?"

"Hey, he's being a big brother, he loves you," Sasha said calmly placing a hand on his arm. "He didn't scare me off, if that's what you're afraid of, in fact he made me want to know more about you," she whispered pulling his head down to she could brush a kiss across his tight lips.

The tenseness and frustration left his body as he cupped her face with one of his hands, using his finger to trace her lips before returning the kiss.

"Any chance those snacks ready?" Cole asked sticking his head around the door, stopping when he saw the two kissing. "Sorry," he grinned backing back out.

Sam and Sasha gently butted foreheads and laughed softly to each other at being caught. He looked into her eyes and saw happiness and a hint of mischief dancing around in them.

"Comin' right up," she called to Cole before turning back to the food tray she was fixing.

"Here let me help," Sam told her taking the grapes and rinsing them in the sink. He pulled off a couple of paper towels to dry them with before placing them on the tray. Once the tray was ready, Sam carried it into the living room and sat it on the coffee table where all could reach. Sasha deposited napkins and small plates beside the tray for them.

"Thanks guys," Brody told them helping himself to the food.

"Yes, thank you," Trace added.

"You're welcome," Sasha said shyly before she was pulled into Sam's lap where she snuggled happily.

"Where's Dean?" Cole asked realizing he was missing.

"He went to call Jody, see how the school shooting was going and give her a head's up on our case," Sam replied. "What are you guys watching?" he asked focusing on the flat screen.

"Sheriff Mills, you mean she knows about all this other stuff?" Brody asked in surprise.

"Has for a long time, she's a hunter in her own right," Sam commented proudly.

"I would never have thought she knew," Sasha said.

"We found a Mission Impossible Marathon," Trace answered.

"Cool, Cruse is bad ass in them," Sasha said watching the flat screen with more interest.

"Got a thing for bad asses?" Sam whispered into her ear.

"Maybe," she giggled pushing his lips from her ear. "That tickles."

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"If you're through swapping slobbers, wanna give me a hand?" Dean snarked at Sam and Sasha who were still cuddling.

"We doin' the spell?" Sam asked pulling Sasha and himself up from the chair in one motion.

"Yeah, wanna have the weapons ready to go."

"Need help?" Brody asked the three.

"Naw, too many cooks spoil the spell. Watch your movies; it shouldn't take us too long."

"Suite yourself, but I can mix a mean chili."

Dean and Sam looked back over their shoulders at Brody with a perplexed look on their faces at what he just said trying to connect the dots, but couldn't see what that had to do with a spell. Dismissing his comment the three headed outside with everything needed for the spell.

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Sam measured the ingredients into the metal bowl as Sasha read them off explaining what to do after each addition.

"Okay, Dean need some blood," Sam told him.

Dean pulled his knife from his back pocket and flipped it open so he could make a shallow cut in his palm. He held it over the bowl and let his hand bleed into it before letting Sasha wrap a bandana around it. Sam added the last ingredient, holy oil before taking both angel blades and placing them in the bowl.

"By the powers of the most High, Accept this offering

Prepare these weapons for our use

Bind your Immense power to the blades

Let our aim be strong and true

To rid the world of that which should not be."

As Sam spoke the incantation, with one quick stroke of a match, Dean dropped it into the bowl causing a brilliant, blue white flame to escape from the bowl. It coated the blades causing them to disappear for a moment until the flames died down and swirls of grey smoke made their way toward the sky. After the smoke cleared, Dean cautiously touched the end of an angel blade to see if it was hot, finding it surprisingly cold to the touch. He used his bandana covered hand to remove one of the blades and Sam did the same with the other.

"Yours feel cold?" Dean asked Sam.

"Yeah, you would think it would be hot, but there's a coldness there that doesn't seem to go away."

"Well, let's put them back in the trunk for safe keeping. Don't want anything happening to them before we need to use them," Dean told him pulling a towel from a pack to wrap the blades with and slipping them inside the pack.

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"Hey guys trying to figure out sleeping arrangements for everyone tonight," Cole called to them.

"Brody and I can go to a motel," Trace offered.

"You guys can have my room; I'll stay with Sasha tonight," Sam told them. "That is if it's okay with you?" he asked giving Sasha a sideways glance.

"I'd enjoy the company," she replied.

"I did tell the doctor I'd be sure you were looked after."

"Oh God, just get a room already," Dean groaned pushing between them to head for the car.

Sam and Sasha looked sheepishly at each other, a glimmer of hope of what was to come reflecting in each of their eyes.

"Good it's settled then, you can stow your things in Sam's room."

"Let me go pack a few things and I'll be out of your way," Sam said heading down the hall to his room.

"So this thing you guys are hunting, you've not come across it before?" Brody inquired wanting to know more about the creature.

"I don't think so, but you'll have to confirm that with Dean or Sam. I'm not sure of everything they have faced before, only some of it," Cole answered. "And believe me when I say it wasn't pretty. I thought I had seen it all in Afghanistan, but let me tell you...Those two make us look like kindergarten kids compared with what they can do."

"And you've been on hunts with them?" Trace questioned.

"Yes and been hunted too. If it hadn't been for Sam, I would be dead right now. Let me tell you, I'm glad those two are on our side because I sure wouldn't want to be their enemy."

"Yep, I'm sure either one of them could take us out in a heartbeat and us being Marines."

"Them, our girls can hold their own too. I'm not sure I'd really wanna tangle with any of them. They all can kick ass."

"Who can kick ass?" Dean asked coming in at the end of their conservation.

"Just grunt talk, you know Marine buddies," Cole smoothed over not wanting Dean to know they were talking about him.

Dean looked at the three guilty faces as he walked on through the room to the kitchen to grab a beer. The guys made a point of looking at anything but toward him hoping he wouldn't questions them further. They didn't want to try and explain their conservation for fear of angering him.