Superwholock- Broken Wings

Chapter Thirty Two- Bait

Jay scratched into the wall, the piece of rock she found leaving indents in the rough stone and emitting a satisfying clacking noise. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Henry pick at the lock on their cage door with a white plastic spork from one of his bottomless pockets. A heavy silence enveloped them.

Following the confrontation, Jay had decided to ignore both Castiel and Joanna, leaving her time to think. She didn't know who to trust, but, despite knowing Joanna for longer, she was more inclined towards the angel. He just seemed more... genuine. More innocent.

"I swear to Lucifer, if you poke me again I will stab you." Crowley's irritated voice startled Jay, Henry jolting and emitting a high-pitched shriek at the sudden break in silence. Four pairs of eyes landed on him. He shrugged, eyes lighting up as the lock clicked and the door swung open. He stuffed the spork back in his pocket with a grin.

"Dean taught me how to do that."

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"I hate this plan."

Dean glowered at his brother, stuffing his gun with their freshly made angel bullets. Sam shrugged.

"It's a good plan."

"No it's not, Sammy. Not when you're bait."

"Dean-"

"No, Sam. Why you? Any one of us could be bait. Why you?"

"Well, I'm more... sympathetic... than you, and that's well known, so it's believable that I'd go alone to save friends."

"But they're not our friends! We just met them!"

"Cas isn't our friend?" Sam said quietly. Dean paused, mouth opening and closing, then opening again.

"Of course Cas is our friend, Sam! Hell, he's like my brother. I'd die for him! You know that!"

"And Crowley?"

"I mean, he did die for us. Still got no idea how he came back, but still. He's helpful- when he isn't being a dick."

"What about Jay? Or little Henry?" At the mention of Henry, Dean's eyes softened.

"Well, I am fond of the kid."

"Joanna?"

"Oh hell no! That bitch can burn! She gives me the creeps." Sam gaped.

"Dude!"

"Hey! I can stay stuff like that! Crowley said she's the bad guy, remember!"

"Oh, yeah."

"That's why I'm worried, Sam. You'll be exposed, in the open. She can just grab you. I mean, she's a freaking Nephilim, man. Like Jack!"

"I know."

"I'm just worried about my baby brother, is all."

"Dean. I know." They locked eyes for a second, before a knock on the door commanded their attention. It opened to reveal Sherlock, hands in his pockets, black hair curling in front of his startlingly blue eyes.

"It's time."

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Sam leaned against the metal door. To a bystander, he would appear bored and nonchalant, picking his fingernails with a small pocketknife and completely at ease. In actual fact, he was tense and ready to explode into action at any second.

Dean stood just in front of him, out if sight, watching him like a hawk. He clutched a pistol and kept glancing round, checking for trouble, a scowl carved into his face. Dean caught his eye and winked, coaxing a small smile from Sam. He knew Dean would always have his back.