This is War(Supernatural AU)

Chapter Twelve

After your talk with Dean, you noticed he quickly started to change his habits, though not easily. It wasn't until a couple days after that Dean gathered you all for a meeting in the living room. "We need to kill Azazel," Dean said abruptly.

"That's what I've been saying since day one," you scoffed, crossing your arms. "But we don't even know where he is."

"I might have an idea," Dean nodded off to Sam, "Show em' Sammy."

Sam nodded, flipping open his laptop and typing in a URL. Once he found the site, he faced the laptop toward you and Bobby. "There's an international gun show coming up next week in Florence, Italy."

"Since when did Florence become a gun haven?" You arched a brow.

"It's not, the guns are all imported from mostly Russia and the Middle East. But usually the richest of the rich come to this exclusive showcase for their own entertainment," Sam explained.

"Wait a sec... I think I have heard of this," you said, thinking for a moment.

~Four Years Ago~

"It's this huge secret event they host every year where vendors show off and sell the newest, advanced weapons," your sister, (Tessa/Elaine), exclaimed. She turned her laptop toward you, showing you a catalog full of different types of guns. "It's mostly guns, but they do have a couple small explosives and other stuff for sale."

"This is insane," you marveled, "And it's all legal?"

(Tessa/Elaine) laughed, "Of course not. That's why it's so exclusive. If you have the cash, no one asks questions."

"Then how'd you find out about it?"

"It's my job to know about these kinds of things. Plus, I have connections," your sister answered. "I'm saving up from our jobs to get this year's grand prize."

"What is it?"

She smiled giddily, "A rocket launcher."

Even though your older sister was a lot smaller than you, she sometimes terrified the crap out of you. "Wait...but if it's so exclusive, how'd you access it online?" You were still new to hacking at that point.

"Oh hun... you have so much to learn," your sister shook her head in disappointment. "Ever heard of the dark web?"

~Present Day~

"What makes you think he's going to be there?" Bobby asked, unconvinced.

"Oh he'll be there," you affirmed, "If Azazel's the assassin hunter I know him to be, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to get his hands on new, advanced weaponry."

"It's kind of redundant, really if you think about it," Sam chuckled, "He kills people who kill people for a living."

"Well he won't be doing that for long if this plan goes right," Dean assured.

"Alright, so what I'm getting is, you want us to go to Florence to kill this guy. We get to the gun show...and then what?" Bobby questioned. "We go in there guns blazin'? Doesn't seem like a smart idea."

Dean shook his head, "Course not, that's where Sammy's smarts come in. Tell em' the plan."

~A Week Later, Two Nights Before the Gun Show~

"You okay Dean?" You arched a brow, watching Dean fidget uncomfortably in his seat. Sam used his hacking skills to get you four plane tickets to Italy on such short notice. "You look constipated."

Dean sent a glare your way before responding, "I'm not constipated. I'm just...not a huge fan of airplanes."

The turbulence kicked in, making the elder Winchester jolt up in fear. "Awe, why didn't you tell me you were afraid of airplanes?" You pouted jokingly. For a man who risks his life on a daily basis, you were surprised that this was what he feared.

"I'm not afraid of them, I just don't trust them," he gritted his teeth.

You sighed, taking his hand in yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It'll be over soon Dean. If it helps, we can talk about random crap to get your mind off the ride."

Dean furrowed his brows, "Thought you were going to sleep. It's a long flight, ya know."

You shrugged, "I'm not that tired anyway." You were lying of course, but you didn't want Dean to deal with the flight all alone. So if that meant staying up and chatting the whole time, so be it.