They were back on the road the next day. Dean, Paige and Mick were shaken up at the events of the night before. Clarissa was fine. The doctors there suggested she stay for the night for observation before she returned home. They also wanted to make sure her and her unborn baby were okay. When Clarissa heard that, she was somewhat happy. But it was bittersweet. Her husband is due to be buried this weekend. She smiled at her belly. She hoped her baby would be okay. Those three that saved her life suggested that she stay in hiding. Clarissa agreed. She saw her future and didn't want herself to end up like that. She called her mom and asked to come home. Her mom was ecstatic. She had told Clarissa that her sister was returning from Europe to live with them again.
For now, Clarissa was safe. But there was demons after her. Mick had told Paige and Dean that Clarissa would always be in danger. Both Dean and Paige said they wanted to be on the field looking for Barbas and that so called future demon. Mick had agreed. But was uncertain. What if saving Clarissa's baby changed the future? When he voiced his concerns, both Dean and Paige argued that saving innocents is what they did. Besides, this demon went out of his way to try to kill Clarissa.
They were almost home when they voiced their theories on how Barbas scared their victims to death. For both Theresa and Diana, it was the possibility that their phobias killed them. Theresa was a hunter that hunted vampires. Her death must have been being defeated by one and the illusion of the vampire killing her stopped her heart. Diana died from fire. As a witch, she was always afraid of being burned at the stake like the old days of the Salem Witch Trails. She was a history professor at the local university. The Salem trails was a very popular subject among the college students. There was no embers present, but the smell of smoke was strong in the room where the police found her.
Levi was a healer. Similar to being a faith healer, but he was genuine in his gifts. Nothing like Roy and Sue Ann back in Nebraska. Dean and Paige concluded he must either a whitelighter or related to one. Since whitelighters were the only human like beings on Earth to heal and raise the dead before their time. One of his parents must have been a Whitelighter. He must have died from a unknown source, since Whitelighters were considered almost immortal.
Mick had told Dean and Paige that Quincy must have either seen himself fat again or seeing his narcissistic father berate him and the stress stopped his heart. Dean says that would be impossible. He grew up with a strict dad as well and never had a fear of his father like that. But Paige mentioned that Quincy's dad probably was more than just a asshole dad. When Dean and Mick thought about it, Paige may be right. Humans can be more scary then any demon on Earth.
They needed to figure out their next move till Mick pulled up to the Men of Letters base. He told Dean and Paige that he needed to fill out his report and that they were being escorted back to their cells for the time being. Both Dean and Paige nodded. Neither one had slept good and was looking forward for some sleep. Even as prisoners.
Mick was in his office filling in his report till he saw Arthur Ketch walk in. Mick groaned silently. After that vision he had, he no longer trusted Arthur Ketch.
"How's the report coming along Mick?"
"Fine. We solved the case."
"Did you find the demon?"
"Yes."
"Is it dead?"
"Unfortunately, not. It escaped."
"That's too bad. Are you going to include that your reports that you failed?"
Mick looks at Ketch with a incredulous expression.
"My orders were to figure out the mystery of the unknown deaths. When I got those orders, no demon was mentioned."
"Well said. My apologies. Where is Mr. Winchester and Miss Matthews?"
"Escorted back in their cells. As far as I know, my babysitting duties are done."
Ketch nods. "Just to let you know, Dr. Hess would like to see you. We have new orders."
"No breaks? Too bad. I was hoping to have a few days off."
"You are a Men of Letters member. We don't get vacations."
"I see. Just let me finish this and I'll come join you."
Ketch leaves. After he left, Mick types up his report. The memory of what he saw still burned in his mind. He felt the bullet enter his skull. Even as a skilled agent, he knew he was disposable. One wrong move and he can easily be replaced by someone new. That is what happened to the last guy. Granted, Mick was only seventeen at the time, but the agent before him was a well seasoned hunter. Reports say he was killed on a hunt, but everyone knew he was assassinated by another agent.
His predecessor, George last name unknown, was a veteran. He was there as one of the graduates of the Academy when Mick was a young boy. He was one of the top students of the Academy. Rumors is he was the only one that graduated since the whole class dropped out. Code for killed. He was their top agent. Never failing any mission, or disobeying a order. He even killed a young infant. Due to the birth parents being witches. The adoptive parents were devastated.
He was under orders to eliminate a young girl. She was psychic. Usually, he would do it no questions asked but this was a special girl. She was a granddaughter of a priest from Lawrence, Kansas. When he met her, she showed him his future. What he seen, it frightened him. He helped her escape. When the organization found out, he was quietly eliminated. It was Ketch that did the job. Granted, he was only a student, but it was considered a test of his schooling.
The next day, Headmistress Hess, informed Mick he was a agent of the Men of Letters. He was still a student, but quickly rose up the ranks. At the time he was pleased, but now he wasn't sure if being a cold unfeeling agent was a good thing. Both Toni and Ketch were mortal enemies, but one point became lovers. Their egos clashed too much and the affair ended as fast as it began.
After he felt the report was done and perfected he was pleased. He went down the hallway and before he went to the main office he overheard Dr. Hess order Ketch to kill Mick. She felt like he was a liability. Apparently, she was impressed by Prue Halliwell and wanted her to take Mick's place. When Mick heard that, he knew his vision was coming true. He quickly and quietly snuck away. He wasn't sure if the vision was the future or his fear. He wasn't planning to find out. He decided to leave, but not before helping Dean, Paige and Joanna escape. He wanted to save Alfie Johnson too, but had no clue if he was still alive.
Jo was in her room when she heard clicks of a electronic luck opening. It was Mick.
"Psst. Miss Harvelle, I'm breaking you out."
'Huh? She was getting out? How?'
"Don't talk. I knocked out the guards. We need to move. Unfortunately, I have no weapons, but we need to move. Quickly."
"What about Alfie, Dean and Paige?" Jo whispered.
"I don't know. We need to go. I'm sure Ketch knows I double crossed them." Alarms started to go off. "We have to move, now."
Both Mick and Jo hurry along looking for Dean and Paige's cells. They had no clue where they now were, since prisoners were always being moved every day, but found Alfie. His cell was open. Why was his cell open? Then Jo saw a white glow. Samandriel. How? The angel must have noticed he smiled at them.
"They let Alfie out to check out a church. He prayed to me. I went inside when his captives weren't looking. We need to move. Hurry."
"Can you fly?"
"Unfortunately I cannot. My grace was drained by Alistair. In the progress my wings were severely damaged."
"How..."
"No. We need to get out of here." Mick tells Jo.
"But.."
"Now. Jo." He sees guards. "Run!"
"Mick!"
"Say hello to your mom from me. Alfie, take Jo and escape from here! I'll find Dean and Paige!"
Jo wanted to go with Mick, but Samandriel pulled her away. The sounds of bullets were behind her and her and Samandriel ran. They went running with the angel putting the guards to sleep using his fingers. There was a few guards with angel blades, but Jo kicked them away. They managed to run out to the garage, but had no clue how to open the garage doors. Damn. They were sitting ducks.
Meanwhile, Paige was in her new cell when she heard the alarms. The sounds of bullets made her scared. What was happening out there? She heard a man's voice. Mick! But she also heard two other voices. A British woman and her lackey, Arthur Ketch. There was a single gunshot then a few minutes later the alarms were turned off. Paige hoped that Mick was okay. She prayed to God he was alright.
Dean was standing by the door waiting for news when he heard voices coming close to him. It was that asshole, Ketch and that stuck up British woman, Hess.
"Clean up this mess. Ketch, go begin the mission. Never mind about those two escapees, we have the ones we want. Go find Sam Winchester and Piper Halliwell. We need them for Operation E. Prue is currently on the field. She is loyal to us and will not betray us. She will find Phoebe and bring her back here. Go!"
"Yes, ma'am." The footsteps fade away.
"You! Take this body away. Clean up the hallway. The last thing we need is a mess when our guests show up."
Dean wasn't sure who was killed, but hoped it wasn't Jo or Paige. He had a feeling it was someone he just worked with.
"Rest in peace, Mick." He says under his breath.
Paige in her cell when she heard the gunshot, tears up. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, Mick was killed. She hoped he was in Heaven.
"Say hi to Timothy, Mick. Leo, take care of him."