‘Anything?’ Dean asked as he entered the living room,
kissing the top of my head. The boys have been staying at my cabin since the
attack at Bobby’s, we were trying to find some way to kill this demon. ‘Define anything?’ I asked, stretching. Looking at the clock
it was now 2am. ‘You have something?’ He asked surprised ‘A higher tolerance to caffeine than I would like. And the
ability to deal with sleep deprivation better than one should.’ I sighed, he
laughed. ‘Coming to bed?’ He asked, I looked over at Sam, feeling bad
I was about to abandon him. ‘Go on. I won’t be far off myself.’ He smiled tiredly. I
nodded, looking over at Bobby who had already fallen asleep reading a book. One
of the few we had managed to salvage from the burnt down ruins of his home.
Dean didn’t need to be told a second time, he grabbed my hand pulling me up, kissing
me on the lips and dragging me to bed.
Things between us have been good, it is amazing what comes
to light when you think you have lost it all. Several weeks ago we had both
thought we had lost the other, taken out by this damn demon. Stupidity, guilt
and what ifs still consumed me. But we were good. I pulled on my pj’s and
climbed into bed, snuggling up to Dean, his arms wrapped around me. I sighed,
contented. Which then set him off, his grip around me tightened. He kissed me
on my head, forehead then lips. ‘I love you Y/N.’ He said quietly, his lips moving against
mine. ‘I love you too Dean.’ His hand ran down my side, pulling me
in tighter. I kissed him back, moaning slightly. ‘How tired are you exactly?’ He murmured. ‘Oh I will be a wake for a little bit yet.’ I grinned
cheekily, ‘That’s what I like to hear.’ He laughed, pulling me onto
him. He kissed me again, deeper and more passionately than before. I responded
kissing him back, nibbling on his lip. I heard him groan. It didn’t take long
to lose the pyjamas. It was almost a nightly and morning ritual since we got
back together. The addiction we were forming to each other probably wasn’t
healthy, but after everything it seemed to fix it, help us feel more relaxed
and well just coping better in general.
I fell asleep later, my head on his chest listening to his
heartbeat. I woke up a few hours later with what could only be described as a
‘Duh Me’ moment. I looked over at Dean who was still sleeping. I tried to sneak
out of his arm, but in feeling me shift he only pulled me in tighter. Placing a
kiss on my shoulder in his sleep, before drifting back into a deep sleep. I
waited a few minutes and tried again. This time succeeding, I pulled on some
leggings and a baggy sweater. I headed downstairs to the living room.
Sam was asleep where we left him last night, as was Bobby. I
made a coffee, grabbed my laptop and a blanket and headed outside. The mist and
fog through the woods was beautiful, especially this time of the year, I
settled into the swinging seat and got to work.
Years ago I had met a priest who worked for the Catholic
Church, Father Gregory dealt with possessions and blessings. But he was also
the go to man for the Supernatural within the Church. He had contacts at the
Vatican. They had a collection of books older than time itself.
I emailed Father Gregory, asking if he knew anything or could
point us in the right direction. Cas was coming up blank, and at the moment
this was all we had. Placing my laptop on the table I sat back, curling up in
the quiet, enjoying the coziness of it all.
About half an hour later Dean came out 2 coffees in hand. ‘Refill?’ He asked, handing me the cup, climbing under the
blanket. I cuddled up to him, his body is like a hot water bottle. Dean kissed
my head and enjoyed the morning with me. It was such a normal couple thing do.
I sighed, the reality of what was to come setting in. ‘Shits going to hit the fan, you know that right.’ I told
him. I felt him stiffen, we had so far avoided the reality that came with this
demon. We both knew what was coming, so far she had control over so many
demons, each of us having had a close encounter, too close for comfort. ‘I don’t want you around when it does.’ He told me, I could
hear the fear and pain in his voice, ‘That’s a non-negotiable factor in this Dean. When it comes
to a head, it will be all hands on deck. At this point, the apocalypse was a
cake walk compared to her. I mean seriously Lucifer was sane.’ Dean groaned and
grumbled something. He knew I was right. Hearing the door open we looked up to
find Bobby, Sam and Cas.
‘Hey.’ I said looking at them. Sam sat on the table, Bobby
leaning against the pole. Cas just standing there. ‘We can’t keep hiding.’ Bobby admitted ‘I don’t know, the quiet life isn’t half bad.’ I joked. Dean
gave me a squeeze. ‘We can’t attack either.’ Sam grumbled. ‘What do we know?’ Dean asked, ‘She has no name, one of the first demons, controls almost
all demons, and wants to end life on earth.’ ‘The angels are ready for battle.’ Cas commented. ‘Why?’ I asked him surprised, he looked confused. ‘They happily wanted the apocalypse, this is basically the
same thing. Just with a chick instead of Lucifer. Oh my God!’ I added, annoyed
‘they are a bunch of sexist douchbags.’ I stated. Dean sniggered, Sam smirked
and Cas looked confused, I heard Bobby muttering under his breath. ‘No, Lucifer’s apocalypse was meant to happen. This demon is
supposed to be dead, God did not want this. They will help stop it.’
I heard my mobile ringing, weird no-one knew this number. I
ducked inside to answer it. I checked the number it was blocked. ‘Solomon will force the hand.’ ‘Father?’ I asked, unsure. The voice too young. ‘Gregory cannot help.’ And the line went dead. My blood ran
cold, something was wrong. I started dialling, calling anyone and everyone who
knew the Father. I flew outside, booting up my laptop, I checked my emails.
Nothing, ‘Y/N?’ Sam asked, watching me panic, Dean was already out of
the seat. ‘Baby?’ No-one was answering. I swore, trying another
number. The place I knew him to be was at the St. Peters Church, South
Carolina. ‘Babe!’ Dean said more forcefully, trying to get my attention. ‘Something’s wrong.’ I told them, explaining the call. Cas’
face changed, ‘You know him?’ I asked, Cas nodded. ‘I have worked with him in the past, a man of great faith.’
He remarked. ‘He wouldn’t not answer me.’ I said softly ‘Can you find out
if he’s alive at least?’ ‘Is there a way of finding out if he is dead?’ Bobby asked. ‘Angel radio.’ I looked at Cas, he nodded. ‘There is no way,
if in heaven he could slip through the gaps.’ ‘So what does “Solomon will force the hand” mean?’ Sam asked. ‘Solomon was supposedly given a ring, with it he could
control demons, talk to animals and other things.’ Bobby told us, ‘But it hasn’t been seen for centuries. And there are so
many different images of what it looks like.’ I sighed, trying another number.
‘Why the hell isn’t anyone answering?’ I yelled, frustrated. ‘I’m heading to South Carolina.’ I declared.