Bobby Singer's Daughter - A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-One - Troubled

That morning we're pulling up on a street by a large warehouse, Dean with Castiel supervision had tortured the demon while I sat outside in the car with Sam not wanting to witness my husband turn into something that I've never seen before. Sam, Dean and Castiel get out heading over to Mrs. Trans car; after a long minute of debating with myself I get out too and find that Dean has handcuffed Mrs. Tran to her steering wheel which royally pissed her off.

"My son is in there!" She shouts as Dean confirms the location with the demon in the trunk, "which means Crowley already has leverage," Sam says to her, "he doesn't need another hostage."

There's a shout from the back then Dean comes around wiping blood off the demon blade, so he finally killed the demon.

"Oh, come on!" Mrs. Tran shouts at our retreating backs.

Sam and I follow Dean towards the building, then down a small flight of stairs and under several pipes; warning and danger signs are hung about but nothing seems too out of the ordinary until Sam wrenches his arm across my front smashing us against the wall when footsteps approach from another hallway. Dean wheels out and stabs the man his demonic energy glowing and sputtering before falling down dead, "alright, Lennie and I'll go this way," Sam gestures with a thumb, I nod and the other two agree and go down the other hallway.

We've rounded the corner to another set of steps into an open-air room, four demons are there and they turn sensing human presence their eyes flash black as they growl our last name. I can see Sam smirk out of the corner of my eye and confused until he whips a bottle out of his jacket pocket and launches it at the demons; his big hand covers my eyes because I was too stunned at his move. He must have made a bomb from Kevin's instructions, smart.

"Thank you," I mutter and he nods, "we don't need you going blind."

We move on and then I say, "I probably could have healed myself, but thanks again." I can see him smile the first real one I've seen since I came back. The next room we find there's a long and large octagonal table blood covering a large portion of it, I feel my own blood run cold but then several bodies start appearing ranging from men, women and young children of different ages.

"Hey," Sam breathes, "we're here to help."

All of a sudden before I can offer my own assistance, I feel my body, its molecules being pulled towards another power and I vanish to find myself standing next to Castiel.

"Castiel," Crowley mutters, "and Melanie fresh from Purgatory; I wish you'd called first."

"Crowley," I snap and he smirks at me, "is that all you have to say to me darling?" and Cass takes a step ahead of Dean and I, "Kevin is coming with me."

"I think not," one of his hands latches onto Kevin's shoulder, "the Prophet's playing on my team now."

Castiel drops his angel blade as I snatch the demon one from Dean, smirking again an Angel blade appears in the demon's hand too.

"Seems like you've been a busy boy," I hiss.

"Got to protect what's mine," he tells me, "you'd know that more than anyone."

"So that's how this is gonna be?" Cass asks and Crowley nods at him, "It's all very west side story; but let's be logical. You look like hell and I should know. You're not up for this."

I feel Cass's power rise a bit inside him and feel something rise in me too, but I don't understand what it is; however the blip only lasts for a few seconds.

"Maybe you can get it up, but can't keep it up," Crowley states then power emanates from Cass yet again stronger this time, but I start to feel weak at the knees, "you're bluffing!?"