Supernatural: Anastasia Steele

Chapter 42. Devils Trap

Deans POV

"They've got dad." I growl once I hang up. "Meg?" Ana and Sam asks in unison and I just nod. "What'd she say?" Sam asks. "I just told you Sammy." I say, upset. "Okay. Okay." I mutter as I take the colt and tuck it into the back of my jeans.

"What are you doing Dean?" Ana asks me concerned, as I grab mine and hers, duffel bags. "We've got to go." I tell her. "Why?" Sam asks me. "Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, alright. It knows we got the colt. It's got dad- it's probably coming for us next." I say as I put on my jacket. "Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let him come." Sam says.

"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready, okay? We don't know how many are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving...now!" I yell and see Anas eyes flash at my tone as I hide my smirk. We gather up our stuff and load up before we head out.

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"I'm telling you guys, we could've of taken him." Sam says to us as we roar down the road. "What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping John alive, we've just gotta figure out where. They're gonna want to trade him for the gun." Ana says and Sam just shakes his head. Ana and I glance at him. "What?" We ask. "Guys, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?" He asks as he starts to get upset. "Dad, he might be...."

"Don't!" I yell over him quickly. "Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the colt. We can still finish the job." Sam says. "Screw the job, Sam!" I growl.

"Dean, I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going." Sam says. "Quit talking about him like he's dead already. Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything." I say angrily and it goes quiet before Ana speaks up.

"So how do we find him?" She asks. "Maybe go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken." I say and Sam scoffs. Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?" He asks. "You're right. We need help." I say as we drive off into the night.

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The next morning, we pull into a familiar junkyard, which is full of cars and hubcaps nailed to the side of the house. A large dog is chained to a post and is lying on the hood of an old tow truck. This is the home of a man named Bobby Singer. We enter inside to see it's untidy and cluttered with papers on every wall and books stacked everywhere.

Bobby picks up two silver round flasks with silver crosses on them and hands one to me. Ana and Sam are sitting at a cluttered desk. "Here you go." Bobby says to me. "What is this - holy water?" I ask. "That one is." Bobby says then he holds out another flask. "This is whiskey." He says and he takes a swig of whiskey and hands it to me and I take a swig.

"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come." I say and Bobby waves vaguely at me. "Nonsense. Your daddy needs help." He says. "Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything." I remind him and he shrugs.

"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that affect on people." He says. "Yeah, I guess he does." I agree. "But...none of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back." He says as Sam looks up at him.

"Bobby, this book...I've never seen anything like it." Sam says as Bobby walks over to him and sits on the corner of the desk as I move behind Ana, resting my hands on her shoulders and she places one of her hands over mine. "Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, alright." Bobby says. "And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?" Sam asks. "Hell yeah. You get a demon in- they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel." Bobby says and Sam chuckles.