The Lowly Gate's Guard

Ch.22: Grace Period (6)

"You want us to go into a Mission? Why won't you be joining us?" Avery asked Sam. The inner tips of her thin eyebrows raised up, her mouth slightly open. She couldn't figure out why he wouldn't join them.

Sam was leaned back in his chair, "I have my own things to do. I can't babysit you."

Avery had been moping since Sam said he wanted to take charge. They agreed he would lead as he had more experience, but the man was brash. He wanted them to split up, him on his own and the rest of them to enter a mission to practice their 'teamwork'.

"I thought we were going to practice our teamwork with 'you'" She said, putting extra emphasis on you.

Sam ignored her. The brat had been annoying him since he took the cat from her.

Avery doubted he would be fine on his own. No matter how strong someone was, to go alone would be an early death sentence for anyone. The memory of when her, Arthur, Dean and Tabby were back in the restaurant was still fresh. Arthur's face had gone red as it strained. The large muscular Hunter slammed his fist on the table. He had been talking about how reckless Sam was in his youth.

Her pupils twitched; she had started to become anxious. She doubted the plan would work with Sam in charge. Avery's nervous eyes passed to Dean, he nodded towards her, "He'll be fine."

She exhaled, loosening the worries that weighed in her mind. If the person who disliked him the most here said it would be alright, then it would all work out... right?

Sam continued "You'll need the Points if we're going against Fox and his gang 'Shaker'. Mary, you'll need to go too."

"Me?" Mary's hand stopped halfway through stroking Tabby on her lap. A woman of her age fighting would be mad, but realisation soon came to her. She understood that even though she was elderly, she couldn't just watch from the side-lines in this world anymore.

White kept quiet and listened to their back and forth disputes. Though their teamwork seemed rocky at first, he felt it would be fine. His Sage's Eyes couldn't read Sam and Dean, that must have meant something. He knew they would be fine if the two of them went against Fox. A vibration rung from the kid's pocket, the gang stopped talking and looked to White. He pulled out his phone and held it up. He had been gone for an hour by now, he'll have to head back soon otherwise Shaker would get suspicious. He stopped his phone's alarm, "When the countdown ends, we'll have to meet in the centre of Waterloo for the Backer Selection. We attack then." He slid the phone back into his pocket. He took a moment before leaving, the others could see the burden in his eyes. "I'm counting on you guys." Everyone except Sam and the cat looked at the young teen with a slight sadness in their gazes. Some more than others.

White didn't need to say anything to the group, they could tell he had to return to Shaker. Otherwise they'd get suspicious. Dean had a look in his eyes, as if he were telling the kid they'd get his mother back no matter what. White turned to the door and walked out; he didn't look back.

'See you in a couple of days.' Thought Dean. He might have been the only one in the group that could relate the closest to White, he had lost his family at a young age and he didn't want the kid to meet the same fate. "The boy is a strong one, just like my Tabby." Mary said, she stroked the ginger cat that laid on her lap. She cherished Tabby, overjoyed that her baby had returned. She was catching up on all the pampering she had missed in the past two days that she was gone. The cat was in her own world, unconnected from their conversation, or the danger that the group were in. Fox was already dangerous but if he were to get away with this, it would become catastrophic.

Avery took a closer look at Dean, her eyes inspecting his appearance. The sight of him had only just registered for her. She hadn't noticed how much mud he was covered in. "What happened to you?"