Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

24. Thomas

Everything happened in slow motion. I was rooted to where I was, numb with shock. Sam and Dean were shouting orders but I couldn't hear them properly. I felt like I was a hundred feet in the ground with my head in the water.

"Get the lighter fluid!"

"Liz are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"We need to bounce! I'll look for the head—someone get that thing under control! We're on a free way!"

"Eliza! Can you hear me? Do you remember the spell?"

"Sam we need to hurry up—get the shovels!"

"Liz, the spell. Do you remember the spell?"

"Yeah," I didn't feel like I was the one talking. Like I was floating outside of my body, forever trapped in what happened minutes before. I did remember mumbling the words that were supposed to bind Sullivan to my necklace again, thankfully. That words that somehow turned this enormous, vicious creature into a cloud of fog that fit in my necklace.

But even though I said the words, he wouldn't turn.

"What?" Sam breathed from beside me.

"Get him in the bottle!" Dean shouted again, pausing his digging for just a second.

I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I weakly tried again, feverishly mumbling the enochian spell, even closing my eyes for added affect.

But Sullivan didn't even flinch. I couldn't stop the tears this time.

"Liz—" Sam began calmly, but I cut him off in a panic.

"I-I can't control him. He killed the boy, the angel, I—"

And everything finally caught up to me. The numbness wore off and now I was faced with full uncontrolled hysteria. I couldn't think anymore. It was like every part of my mind boarded up and refused to process a single thought that was useful. It was too much to take in all at once. I put both palms over my wet eyes and tried to take deeper breaths as they came out frantic and short.

"What the hell's going on?" Dean asked before he reached us. His eyes were narrow and his forehead was gleaming with sweat. He brought with him the earthy smell of dirt and the awful sour scent of blood. I turned away from both them and began counting in my head.

"For whatever reason Sullivan's not responding to the spell..." I could hear the worry in Sam's response. The end of his sentence trailed off like he was following me with his eyes.

"What? Just—just try again we can't—we don't have time, a car could come at any second! It's an afternoon on a weekday!"

Sam let out a shuddered breath in response. "You got the body?"

"Made him a bed but I still need to salt n' burn—Liz." I heard Dean as he put a firm hand on my shoulder made his way around me. "Just try again. Think harder, maybe you got a few words wrong."

"I didn't get any words wrong. I just can't control that monster—if he doesn't want to go back in the bottle, he wont go back in the bottle. I could feel him—he's not letting me inside his head."

"Just try."

"I can't."

Sam was watching something invisible in the woods around us. "I have an idea." He began shrugging off his jacket, suit, and tie, just like Dean did before he started digging. "I think we have to get out of here. Now. Liz, get in the car and try to calm down. We're going to finish taking care of the body."

"Sam—" But Sam cut him off.

"We have to move. Fast." He gave us both a stern look. Dean was the first to nod once and get to work.