Daughter of the Legend: Soul on Fire (#Wattys2018)

Chapter Sixteen: The Zoo

"I'm emotionally scarred." I said, holding my heals by the tips of my fingers as we walked out of the club. Claire, having grabbed the machete, had torn the vampire to shreds, leaving her already devastated clothing covered in more blood. The fractured and decapitated head in her left hand, raised above her like a trophy. After the fight was over, everyone cleared out fast. The excitement was done for the evening.

"I can't believe she chopped his face in half. That was disgusting." Jesse shuddered. We passed through the final ward, both of us returning to our "normal" appearances. I still had the spellwork-appearance.

"How long before this wears off?" I asked, motioning to my dark complexion.

"Within the next hour." He replied, leading us back to the car, which was parked a block away. I nodded and let my thoughts wander.

"So what now?"

"Well we need to rescue Claire."

"No shit, Sherlock." I said rolling my eyes, "I meant what do we need to do to get to her?"

"I," he paused, "I haven't figured that out yet..." Jesse admitted, climbing into the car.

"Mr. Thought of Everything, doesn't have a plan? Quick ! Alert the papers!"

"Smart ass, I wasn't expecting her to be in the fighting line up. I thought at most I'd get in a good conversation with the bartender after tonight's fight. This makes things much more complicated." I furrowed my eyebrows. He was right. Claire was being kept hostage in order to entertain the elite of the monsters.

"Jesse, I need to call my dad." He didn't respond, he only pulled away from the curb. "Jesse." I repeated. He sighed and pulled my phone from his pocket.

"Rachel, you can't tell them where we are going."

"Why?"

"It's not safe for them. They will only be in the way." His tone was serious. I furrowed my eyebrows again. "Ya know, if they used Cas more often, they probably would already know where you are."

"They can't," I stated, "All of us have this internal warding so that angels cannot track where we are. Which includes Castiel." He didn't reply to the statement, "He can only find us if we pray to him. But right now everything is so risky, angel radio isn't a safe choice for communication."

I hit speed dial, waiting for him to pick up the line. It was a grand total of 4 seconds. I heard the line pick-up but no voice came to the phone.

"Dad?" I said hesitantly, "Dad, are you there?" An exhale of relief came from the other line.

"Where the hell are-" Dean went off on the line, but it wasn't angry. It was a hurt, scared, and relieved kind of tone.

"Dad, I'm okay. I'm so sorry this happened." He waited.

"Well?" He demanded. I filled him in on the bar, the magic, and Claire. "Did he hurt you?"

"No, I'm okay, for the most part. Freaked out, but okay."

"Where are you? I'll come and pick you up."

"I umm, I can't tell you that." I said watching Jesse out of the corner of my eye. Dean exploded again on the other end, this time it was angry. "I love you Dad, I'll call soon." Hanging up the phone, I felt my stomach drop. I didn't like not telling him, but currently, Jesse had the upper hand in our situation, so I kind of had to play by his rules. With my phone still in hand, I turned on my "location services", Sam would be able to find us with this. I wasn't really breaking Jesse's demand, I was covering my own ass. If shit hit the fan, I wanted my family to be by my side.