[1] Devil's Trap

Chapter Thirty-five: Weird Days Ahead

The last day finally came around, and, though I knew I was getting Jack back, I was sad that Belphegor was going. If only for a week.

    "What are you thinking about?" Belphegor asked when he came into the living room, my daughter asleep in his arms.

    "You'll be gone tomorrow." I answered honestly.

    "Am I growing on you?" he asked with a smile.

     "....maybe," I answered, looking at Kelly. "Did she have another nightmare?"

    "While you were at work, yeah. I just didn't want to put her down." he said.

    "You've been holding her for two hours?" I asked.

    "Three, actually. I tried putting her to sleep, but she's a light sleeper and wants to be held by her....close enough father." he told me.

    "Hm. Want to take a break?" I asked as I held open my arms.

    "Very much so," he handed Kelly to me and sat down next to me on the couch. "How was work?"

    "The usual. But I did some research."

    "On what?"

    I looked over at him. "You told me you were a human before. I asked Rowena how you died and she said that you were shot by a firing squad thousands of years ago."

    "Yeah. Not my best memory," he admitted. "What's your point?"

    "I found your burial site. Oddly enough, your body has been very well preserved. It's still got its flesh and everything on it." I told him.

    "Really?"

    "Creepily enough, yeah. And nice human name. I didn't peg you to be an Everett." I said.

    "Yeah. That was my human grandfather's name. He died back in one of the demon wars." he answered.

    "Oh. That's...tragic." I stated.

    "Eh. Anyways, why do you bring it up?"

    "I can get you back in your own body." I said.

"How? You're not a witch." Belphegor asked.

"Yeah, but I have you. You can teach me the spell."

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"Anna, do you realize how hard it is to teach a non-witch to do a spell?" Belphegor asked as we drove down to the local cemetery; Sam and Dean were back at the house watching Kelly.

    "Sam learned how to do it and he's not a witch. So I can learn it to get you out of my husband's body and into your own." I replied to him.

    "Uh-huh. Mind if I ask you another question?"

    "You're already doing that, but sure." I answered as I pulled into the cemetery parking lot and we got out.

    "Why do you want me to split from Jack?" he asked as we walked down the grassy fields, the spring flowers blooming up from the ground and on the trees.

    "Really? You and my husband have some sort of agreement to share custody of me. It's creepy." I answered.

    He nodding and put his hands in his pockets. "Are we almost there?"

    "Calm down. We're almost to where you are buried." I said.

    "Never say that to a random person." Belphegor said.

    I smiled and laughed a bit. "Yeah. That would get us thrown into an asylum for sure."

    He laughed along with me. "This...these past few days have been...nice."