Two
Orphan cont'd
The clockface of Sam's watch read two a.m. before he laid Mary in the back نشست and climbed into the front نشست to sit اگلے to Dean. In the last few hours, the only sounds that had filled the inside of the car had been a radio station Dean hated. But Sam had insisted on putting Mary to sleep, and the only thing he knew to do was hold her until she relaxed in his arms.
"Okay," Sam said, settling into his نشست in the darkness and turning his attention on Dean. "We need to talk, and I wanted Mary to asleep before we did that."
Dean glanced at him. "Why?"
"Because she's eight," Sam stressed. "I know when we were eight, it wasn't a big deal, but do آپ really want to talk about Demons around her after what she's been through?"
"Dad never sheltered us," Dean argued. "Not when it mattered. And even if there used to be days when I wish he had, I'm glad he didn't. It was stuff we needed to know."
"Well, we're not gonna do that to her," Sam pressed. "Now listen. Mary wasn't supposed to be in her parents' bed. I don't know why they were protecting her, but it's obvious she needs to be protected. The Demons weren't expecting her to be there, but she survived. I think Mary was trying to protect her parents. I think she thought no one — nothing would hurt them if she was there."
Dean glanced into the back seat, and Sam did too, seeing Mary still asleep, and he sighed softly.
"She's even مزید fragile than آپ یا I ever were at her age. We had Dad. She doesn't have anybody."
"Which is why this is a bad idea," Dean argued. "We don't have time to play house. We have to find the Demon that did this, kill them and find the kids the other Demon took to take them back to their parents."
"And we will," Sam promised. "The Demons probably haven't hurt the girls they took, and they probably won't until they have Mary. Odds are the girls are part of a ritual یا ceremony that can't be completed without Mary. They obviously want her, and w can't let them get to her. I know we're not her parents, but we're all she has right now. We need to be her family for now. Okay? Please?"
Dean hmph'd softly, shaking his head and glancing at the road a تقسیم, الگ کریں سیکنڈ before he slammed on his breaks and brought the car to a screeching halt less than an inch from Cas' wet trench کوٹ as the Angel stood in the middle of the road.
Sam grabbed Mary to keep her from being tossed around the back seat, and Dean cursed under his breath, watching Cas اقدام around to the passenger door and lean into the window.
"This is not a wise course of action," he informed them, to which Sam sighed heavily, rising out of the front نشست and moving to the back نشست where Mary was now awake.
"I tried to tell him that," Dean told Cas. "But he won't listen to me."
Cas slid into the car and closed the door. "No, I mean leaving is not a wise course of action. Not with her."
"What do آپ mean?" Sam asked, now holding Mary and rocking her slightly.
"I mean, leaving this area is not a wise course of action," he continued vaguely.
Dean glanced at Sam, staring several سیکنڈ before he looked at Cas. "Why?" he asked.
Cas glanced at Sam, lowering his eyes to Mary as she now stared at him wide-eyed. "Because this child is not what she appears to be."
They were close enough to Syracuse to find a small motel for the time being, and while Dean checked them in, Sam unloaded some of Mary's things and led Cas to the motel room with Mary still awake in his arms. When Dean joined them and set the door for traps in case a Demon tried to attack them, he attracted all of Cas' attention, despite the Angel and Mary both staring each other down.
"All right, Cas, so tell me," Dean began. "What is Mary?"
"Haven't آپ already figured it out?" he asked obviously.
Dean hesitated, glancing at Sam as he held Mary in a chair away from the بستر Cas was sitting on. "Obviously not," Dean informed him. "Especially if آپ know something about her we don't. So come on. Lay it on us. It couldn't possibly get any worse."
"Actually, it can," Cas کہا gravely.
"How?" Sam asked.
"Because she was supposed to be hidden," Cas revealed to them, "and they found her. Because of an unplanned incident. Because her parents told her what she is."
Dean leaned over with his hands together. "And exactly what is she, Cas?" he asked again.
"Isn't it obvious?" Cas pressed, gesturing to Mary. She jumped in Sam's arms, and he held her tighter.
Dean again turned his eyes to Sam, confusion crossing his face slowly. "Apparently not," he told Cas.
"She is Lilin," Cas exclaimed. "A child of Lilith. A Demon-child born of two humans until she's turned evil to do the Devil's bidding."
Dean was stunned. He was speechless, for once. Sam actually scoffed.
"The Devil, Cas?" he asked. "We killed him."
"No," Cas stressed. "You banished Lucifer back to Hell, restored him to his prison, where he will مزید than likely remain for another few millennia before humanity is yet again primed for his return. That is inevitable. But this is entirely different."
"How?" Sam asked.
"Because Lilith knew she wouldn't survive. And she planned for it," Cas revealed.
"Yeah," Sam said. "She came to me and offered to stop killing people and breaking seals if I gave her me and Dean. Of course, Dean rushed in with Chuck and messed all that up."
"Hey!" Dean yelled. They both looked at him, seeing a look of incredulity on his face. "I was trying to keep آپ from doing something stupid. Which is obviously an impossible feat at this point."
"The point," Sam continued. "We killed — I mean, I killed Lilith. She wasn't banished یا sent back to Hell. She's dead. What does that have to do with Mary?"
"Lilith was a high level Demon," Cas stressed. "She was as close to Lucifer as آپ can possibly get without getting to him. She had several methods — plans meant to prevent her death. Her proposition to آپ was only the last in a long line of plans she put in motion the moment she began to do her work. And it was well before either of آپ encountered her. This child is only one of many who were born with the ability to کنٹرول, جوتنا her powers and her essence indefinitely."
Sam lowered his eyes to Mary's as she looked at him. "So how many are left now?" he asked.
Cas laid his eyes on Mary. "Just one." He paused. "That we know of."
Orphan cont'd
The clockface of Sam's watch read two a.m. before he laid Mary in the back نشست and climbed into the front نشست to sit اگلے to Dean. In the last few hours, the only sounds that had filled the inside of the car had been a radio station Dean hated. But Sam had insisted on putting Mary to sleep, and the only thing he knew to do was hold her until she relaxed in his arms.
"Okay," Sam said, settling into his نشست in the darkness and turning his attention on Dean. "We need to talk, and I wanted Mary to asleep before we did that."
Dean glanced at him. "Why?"
"Because she's eight," Sam stressed. "I know when we were eight, it wasn't a big deal, but do آپ really want to talk about Demons around her after what she's been through?"
"Dad never sheltered us," Dean argued. "Not when it mattered. And even if there used to be days when I wish he had, I'm glad he didn't. It was stuff we needed to know."
"Well, we're not gonna do that to her," Sam pressed. "Now listen. Mary wasn't supposed to be in her parents' bed. I don't know why they were protecting her, but it's obvious she needs to be protected. The Demons weren't expecting her to be there, but she survived. I think Mary was trying to protect her parents. I think she thought no one — nothing would hurt them if she was there."
Dean glanced into the back seat, and Sam did too, seeing Mary still asleep, and he sighed softly.
"She's even مزید fragile than آپ یا I ever were at her age. We had Dad. She doesn't have anybody."
"Which is why this is a bad idea," Dean argued. "We don't have time to play house. We have to find the Demon that did this, kill them and find the kids the other Demon took to take them back to their parents."
"And we will," Sam promised. "The Demons probably haven't hurt the girls they took, and they probably won't until they have Mary. Odds are the girls are part of a ritual یا ceremony that can't be completed without Mary. They obviously want her, and w can't let them get to her. I know we're not her parents, but we're all she has right now. We need to be her family for now. Okay? Please?"
Dean hmph'd softly, shaking his head and glancing at the road a تقسیم, الگ کریں سیکنڈ before he slammed on his breaks and brought the car to a screeching halt less than an inch from Cas' wet trench کوٹ as the Angel stood in the middle of the road.
Sam grabbed Mary to keep her from being tossed around the back seat, and Dean cursed under his breath, watching Cas اقدام around to the passenger door and lean into the window.
"This is not a wise course of action," he informed them, to which Sam sighed heavily, rising out of the front نشست and moving to the back نشست where Mary was now awake.
"I tried to tell him that," Dean told Cas. "But he won't listen to me."
Cas slid into the car and closed the door. "No, I mean leaving is not a wise course of action. Not with her."
"What do آپ mean?" Sam asked, now holding Mary and rocking her slightly.
"I mean, leaving this area is not a wise course of action," he continued vaguely.
Dean glanced at Sam, staring several سیکنڈ before he looked at Cas. "Why?" he asked.
Cas glanced at Sam, lowering his eyes to Mary as she now stared at him wide-eyed. "Because this child is not what she appears to be."
They were close enough to Syracuse to find a small motel for the time being, and while Dean checked them in, Sam unloaded some of Mary's things and led Cas to the motel room with Mary still awake in his arms. When Dean joined them and set the door for traps in case a Demon tried to attack them, he attracted all of Cas' attention, despite the Angel and Mary both staring each other down.
"All right, Cas, so tell me," Dean began. "What is Mary?"
"Haven't آپ already figured it out?" he asked obviously.
Dean hesitated, glancing at Sam as he held Mary in a chair away from the بستر Cas was sitting on. "Obviously not," Dean informed him. "Especially if آپ know something about her we don't. So come on. Lay it on us. It couldn't possibly get any worse."
"Actually, it can," Cas کہا gravely.
"How?" Sam asked.
"Because she was supposed to be hidden," Cas revealed to them, "and they found her. Because of an unplanned incident. Because her parents told her what she is."
Dean leaned over with his hands together. "And exactly what is she, Cas?" he asked again.
"Isn't it obvious?" Cas pressed, gesturing to Mary. She jumped in Sam's arms, and he held her tighter.
Dean again turned his eyes to Sam, confusion crossing his face slowly. "Apparently not," he told Cas.
"She is Lilin," Cas exclaimed. "A child of Lilith. A Demon-child born of two humans until she's turned evil to do the Devil's bidding."
Dean was stunned. He was speechless, for once. Sam actually scoffed.
"The Devil, Cas?" he asked. "We killed him."
"No," Cas stressed. "You banished Lucifer back to Hell, restored him to his prison, where he will مزید than likely remain for another few millennia before humanity is yet again primed for his return. That is inevitable. But this is entirely different."
"How?" Sam asked.
"Because Lilith knew she wouldn't survive. And she planned for it," Cas revealed.
"Yeah," Sam said. "She came to me and offered to stop killing people and breaking seals if I gave her me and Dean. Of course, Dean rushed in with Chuck and messed all that up."
"Hey!" Dean yelled. They both looked at him, seeing a look of incredulity on his face. "I was trying to keep آپ from doing something stupid. Which is obviously an impossible feat at this point."
"The point," Sam continued. "We killed — I mean, I killed Lilith. She wasn't banished یا sent back to Hell. She's dead. What does that have to do with Mary?"
"Lilith was a high level Demon," Cas stressed. "She was as close to Lucifer as آپ can possibly get without getting to him. She had several methods — plans meant to prevent her death. Her proposition to آپ was only the last in a long line of plans she put in motion the moment she began to do her work. And it was well before either of آپ encountered her. This child is only one of many who were born with the ability to کنٹرول, جوتنا her powers and her essence indefinitely."
Sam lowered his eyes to Mary's as she looked at him. "So how many are left now?" he asked.
Cas laid his eyes on Mary. "Just one." He paused. "That we know of."