Three
Heavenly Host.
With Sam and Dean back in the house, they were able to buy food and supplies to last for a little while, and Sam carried Mary and Adam into town to buy dinner for the night and breakfast for the next morning — even if it was possible he and Dean wouldn't be eating there. He didn't tell that to either Adam or Mary. The less they knew, the safer they would be for the time being. They bought steaks and beer and cokes for Mary, returning to the house where Dean had already started up the grill with Cas standing by vigilantly.
"We shouldn't be outside for very long," Cas warned. "Even with the sigils in place, someone could still smell her. Her blood is potent. We can not be careless with her right now."
Dean said nothing as he and Sam began preparing the food for the grill. With the back yard fenced in inside the main yard's fence, Mary was already trying to make Adam play hide-and-seek with her. Though he was already 22, he was actually being a good sport about it, following her around the small yard and pretending to lose her even though he had her in his sight the entire time.
She wanted to eat on the back porch, but it was February, and Sam convinced her to eat in the kitchen where they'd eaten lunch — just to be on the safe side. Sam didn't want to talk about their discoveries around her, but without it, there was a very little else to talk about. Dean tried to ask Adam whether he'd seen anything strange the last few weeks, hoping that maybe the Demon had left signs in the area signaling increased activity. But Adam hadn't seen anything, even from his limited vantage point.
It got dark just after five, and Sam had Adam take Mary upstairs with a few books from Bobby's room so he, Dean and Cas could plan their next moves. Though Adam did so reluctantly, Sam knew it wasn't because he didn't want to be around Mary. Sam knew it was because he didn't like being out of the loop — not like he had been for the last two years. It was obvious that Adam had taken to Mary the same way Sam had. It clearly had nothing to do with Sam's past like Dean wanted to think.
"Our first move should be to find the kids without these Demons getting their hands on Mary," Dean decided. "If we do that, then getting rid of the Demons should be easy. Right?"
Sam agreed. "Yeah. If they don't have anything to sacrifice, then they shouldn't be able to complete their ritual. The only problem is that we don't know where the kids were taken. They could be anywhere."
"Well, won't they leave signs like normal Demons?" Dean asked.
"No," Cas said with finality. "These won't be normal Demons. Not if they're working under Lilith's command, and not if they're planning to bring her back. They'll be careful, and they won't easily be fooled."
"So what do we do?" Sam asked.
"Reconnaissance," Cas replied. "We have to make for certain the area is clear, and once that has been established, we can lay a trap. We have to wait this out," he pressed. "That's the only way we're going to get more time to figure out something else more permanent."
Though Dean obviously didn't like waiting around and doing nothing, he nodded, agreeing to the first two parts of Cas' statement. "We do need to sweep the area," he confirmed. He looked at Cas. "Stay here and keep an eye on Mary. Don't let her out of your sight. Adam too."
Cas stood up straight to face Dean. "I will guard them diligently. As always."
Dean looked at Sam. "Let's go," he ordered, picking up his bag and leaving the room with Sam behind him.
The drive across town was quiet, and Sam kept his eyes peeled for anything unusual. With it being almost dark, things had a tendency to stand out to him more, and Sam was sure it was the same with Dean. At that thought, Sam spoke.
"You know, none of this is Mary's fault," he said to which Dean sighed heavily. "She had no more control over this than her parents had over a Demon coming into their house and killing them."
"I don't want to talk about this, Sam," Dean argued. "Not now. We gotta focus, so let's just check everything over and get back to the house. Okay?"
Sam sighed heavily too, looking out the window as it began snowing.
Castiel made his second walk up the stairs around eight p.m., keeping an eye on the windows and sensing all around him in the event someone tried to sneak up on them. In the last three years, after he'd gained all of his angelic abilities, he'd gotten very good at sniffing out his own kind before they got very close.
Adam had since brought Mary down to Bobby's main room, and she was currently sleeping on the cot Adam had awoken on three years earlier after being resurrected as leverage to make Dean agree to being the Archangel Michael's vessel. Adam didn't like thinking of what had happened at a result, but at least he'd lived. The same couldn't be said about a lot of other people.
The upstairs was clear for the moment, and Castiel made his way back downstairs as a heavy knock came at the back door. Castiel thought it was odd, but he sensed no threat, moving to open the door and discovering a tall, lean, dark-haired young man in the doorway. Based on Dean and Sam's memory, Castiel recognized the man immediately, but the moment he spoke, he knew something was wrong.
"John Winchester," he said, and the young man grinned.
"Not exactly," he replied, his voice certain and articulated the way Castiel's was. The young man's grin changed to an expression of knowledge and antiquity.
Castiel stood up straight, grasping onto the door's handle. "Michael."
The young man tipped his chin up in acknowledgment.
Heavenly Host.
With Sam and Dean back in the house, they were able to buy food and supplies to last for a little while, and Sam carried Mary and Adam into town to buy dinner for the night and breakfast for the next morning — even if it was possible he and Dean wouldn't be eating there. He didn't tell that to either Adam or Mary. The less they knew, the safer they would be for the time being. They bought steaks and beer and cokes for Mary, returning to the house where Dean had already started up the grill with Cas standing by vigilantly.
"We shouldn't be outside for very long," Cas warned. "Even with the sigils in place, someone could still smell her. Her blood is potent. We can not be careless with her right now."
Dean said nothing as he and Sam began preparing the food for the grill. With the back yard fenced in inside the main yard's fence, Mary was already trying to make Adam play hide-and-seek with her. Though he was already 22, he was actually being a good sport about it, following her around the small yard and pretending to lose her even though he had her in his sight the entire time.
She wanted to eat on the back porch, but it was February, and Sam convinced her to eat in the kitchen where they'd eaten lunch — just to be on the safe side. Sam didn't want to talk about their discoveries around her, but without it, there was a very little else to talk about. Dean tried to ask Adam whether he'd seen anything strange the last few weeks, hoping that maybe the Demon had left signs in the area signaling increased activity. But Adam hadn't seen anything, even from his limited vantage point.
It got dark just after five, and Sam had Adam take Mary upstairs with a few books from Bobby's room so he, Dean and Cas could plan their next moves. Though Adam did so reluctantly, Sam knew it wasn't because he didn't want to be around Mary. Sam knew it was because he didn't like being out of the loop — not like he had been for the last two years. It was obvious that Adam had taken to Mary the same way Sam had. It clearly had nothing to do with Sam's past like Dean wanted to think.
"Our first move should be to find the kids without these Demons getting their hands on Mary," Dean decided. "If we do that, then getting rid of the Demons should be easy. Right?"
Sam agreed. "Yeah. If they don't have anything to sacrifice, then they shouldn't be able to complete their ritual. The only problem is that we don't know where the kids were taken. They could be anywhere."
"Well, won't they leave signs like normal Demons?" Dean asked.
"No," Cas said with finality. "These won't be normal Demons. Not if they're working under Lilith's command, and not if they're planning to bring her back. They'll be careful, and they won't easily be fooled."
"So what do we do?" Sam asked.
"Reconnaissance," Cas replied. "We have to make for certain the area is clear, and once that has been established, we can lay a trap. We have to wait this out," he pressed. "That's the only way we're going to get more time to figure out something else more permanent."
Though Dean obviously didn't like waiting around and doing nothing, he nodded, agreeing to the first two parts of Cas' statement. "We do need to sweep the area," he confirmed. He looked at Cas. "Stay here and keep an eye on Mary. Don't let her out of your sight. Adam too."
Cas stood up straight to face Dean. "I will guard them diligently. As always."
Dean looked at Sam. "Let's go," he ordered, picking up his bag and leaving the room with Sam behind him.
The drive across town was quiet, and Sam kept his eyes peeled for anything unusual. With it being almost dark, things had a tendency to stand out to him more, and Sam was sure it was the same with Dean. At that thought, Sam spoke.
"You know, none of this is Mary's fault," he said to which Dean sighed heavily. "She had no more control over this than her parents had over a Demon coming into their house and killing them."
"I don't want to talk about this, Sam," Dean argued. "Not now. We gotta focus, so let's just check everything over and get back to the house. Okay?"
Sam sighed heavily too, looking out the window as it began snowing.
Castiel made his second walk up the stairs around eight p.m., keeping an eye on the windows and sensing all around him in the event someone tried to sneak up on them. In the last three years, after he'd gained all of his angelic abilities, he'd gotten very good at sniffing out his own kind before they got very close.
Adam had since brought Mary down to Bobby's main room, and she was currently sleeping on the cot Adam had awoken on three years earlier after being resurrected as leverage to make Dean agree to being the Archangel Michael's vessel. Adam didn't like thinking of what had happened at a result, but at least he'd lived. The same couldn't be said about a lot of other people.
The upstairs was clear for the moment, and Castiel made his way back downstairs as a heavy knock came at the back door. Castiel thought it was odd, but he sensed no threat, moving to open the door and discovering a tall, lean, dark-haired young man in the doorway. Based on Dean and Sam's memory, Castiel recognized the man immediately, but the moment he spoke, he knew something was wrong.
"John Winchester," he said, and the young man grinned.
"Not exactly," he replied, his voice certain and articulated the way Castiel's was. The young man's grin changed to an expression of knowledge and antiquity.
Castiel stood up straight, grasping onto the door's handle. "Michael."
The young man tipped his chin up in acknowledgment.
