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A fiery ambush reveals a deeper threat tied to Analina’s past. She deflects a powerful attack, and the group escapes just before help arrives.

Rating: PG-13
Contains:  Violence, mild language, Supernatural Elements & Threat

CHAPTER SIXTEEN:  
Surprise Rescue

I SIGHED. THIS WAS NOT GOING TO BE GOOD. I couldn’t get into the trunk yet—I needed his keys for that. I checked the backseat to see what was left and glanced in the glove compartment. A gun with regular bullets wouldn’t work. They had the Ruby knife at the station; they carried that with them. However, I didn’t think one blade would stop over thirty demons. Plus, demons could possess people who were still alive. We’d want to try to save as many people as possible.

Basically, nothing was very useful in a demonic attack that I could access—besides myself. I went back to the driver’s side and sat down. A few minutes later, my phone rang.

“Okay, I think we’re as ready as we’re going to be. We’ll keep an eye out for the car and then open the doors. Stay back until you see them all enter. The salt will be dropped out the side window. There should be enough,” Dean informed me quickly. “There are just two main doors you’ll have to do—one in front and one in back. I suggest starting with the front first. We took care of the few windows already with devil’s traps and salt.”

“Okay,” I said. This was almost suicidal. They were going to let the demons in, and I would help trap them inside so they could perform an exorcism. But they didn’t have many supplies to stop any attacks.

“Some holy water and the rock salt from storage,” Dean said. The exorcism was recorded and would play over the PA system once they were all trapped inside.

“Stay outside and catch any stragglers. There shouldn’t be any, but just in case. I think you can handle that easily enough,” he added.

“Sure. I’ll be there in a minute or so.”

“And, Analina?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful, alright?”

I smiled. “I’ll be careful as long as you are.”

There was a short pause for consideration. “Deal.”

I put the phone back in my pocket, took a deep breath, and started down the road to the station. It wasn’t that far. In the distance, I could see a horde of people around the building. Then everyone started rushing in through the doors.

“Here we go,” I murmured to myself. I waited down the road until they were inside, then pulled the car into the station’s lot. I stayed near the back, making sure no demons lingered outside as I parked. To my right, a burnt helicopter still smoked.

That was not good, I repeated to myself.

Getting my mind back on the task, I jumped out of the car and went to the side where a bag of rock salt waited for me. I grabbed it and ran to the front, salting the door. Nothing happened. I heard lots of noise inside. Then I raced around to the other side of the building and poured a line of salt around the back door.

However many were in there, they weren’t coming out anytime soon. I glanced at the building. It reeked of demons—it was so cold. I rubbed my arms and slowly circled back around, reaching out to feel if any demons were still outside or nearby.

As I came back around, I jumped at the sound of banging on the windows and doors. They had started the exorcism. I watched and waited to make sure no one escaped the building.

Some demons noticed me while others were already starting to separate from their human bodies. One even had the guts to snarl at me through the glass pane. I just looked blankly back at it, which I thought made it even madder.

Just as suddenly as it started, everything went quiet, and the people dropped from view.

I reached out, but I didn’t sense any leftover demons. The atmosphere started to get lighter and warmer—even though it was December. I sighed in relief and started toward the main doors.

Dean was coming through them. “We did it!” he declared.

I grinned. “That was a little insane.”

“Just a normal day at work,” he shrugged, then looked over at his car.

I cringed a little as I followed behind him. I hoped I didn’t mess it up too much. It did work, though.

Dean detached the battery wire from the ignition, and the car stopped running. “It’s alright, baby. I’ll get you back together,” he told the car quietly. I stood back and let them have their moment.

He looked back up to see me watching. “She’ll be fine,” he said. “You didn’t hurt her.”

I smiled in relief.

We went back inside. Half of the people were starting to wake up. The others were probably already dead or had died in the mix of the battle. The officers and staff who were still alive helped everyone. I couldn’t imagine what they would say or how they would explain all this.

Dean ushered me past all the cacophony and into an office. Sam saw us and tapped someone on the arm.

The man came over to me. “So this is Analina? Hi, I’m Agent Victor Henriksen.” He smiled warmly.

I recognized that voice. “You were the one in the motel room looking for me,” I blurted.

He stared at me in shock for a second. “You were in that room?”

“I, uh…” Perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned it. “Maybe… Hi, nice to meet you.”

I held out my hand, and he shook it while shaking his head. “I shouldn’t be surprised since you hang out with these two.”

I glanced over at Sam and Dean. Dean was grinning—like he was proud I fooled Agent Henriksen? I wouldn’t put it past him to think it.

“So are you guys free to go?” I asked.

Sam chimed in, “Yeah, what are you going to tell them?”

“The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the next five minutes,” Henriksen replied.

Dean retorted, “Good luck with that. Not to pressure you or anything, but what are you planning to do about us?”

“I’m going to kill you,” he replied.

My heart stopped for the second time today.

“Sam and Dean Winchester, with their unidentified female companion, were in the chopper when it caught on fire. Nothing left. Can’t even identify them with dental records.”

Sam smiled at that.

I glanced over at them. “Goodness, what were you charged with anyway?”

“At least three counts of first-degree murder, grave desecrations, thefts, kidnapping, credit card fraud… the list is pretty extensive,” Henriksen confided.

“Wow, that’s umm…” I tried to think of something that wouldn’t make both sides mad. “Impressive.”

Henriksen snorted without mirth. “Yeah, impressive is one way to describe it. But you guys do a lot of good.”

“Whenever you’re not locking us up, right?” Dean asked.

Henriksen ignored the taunt. “My job is boring. It’s frustrating. You work three years for one break, and then maybe you can save… a few people. Maybe. That’s the payoff. I’ve been busting my ass for fifteen years to nail a handful of guys, and all this while, there’s something off in the corner so big. So yeah, I’m going to let you guys go to do what you’re doing.”

He shook their hands. “Now get out of here.”

He looked back at me. “Nice meeting you, Analina.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“You’re not going to tell me where you were at the motel, are you?” he asked suddenly.

I smiled. “No, probably not.”

He considered me for a second. “I’m going to have to start thinking about retirement. I’m losing my touch.”

He smiled. We said goodbye and walked away as he started making the necessary calls.

WE HAD A LITTLE BIT OF A WAIT OUTSIDE while Dean fixed up the car to run normally again. Thankfully, he had spare parts mixed in with all the other weapons in the trunk. Sam and I just watched him while he worked.

“Hey, Analina, where did you hide in the motel room?” Sam asked, looking down at me.

I thought about it for a moment.

“Come on, Sam. Houdini never spilled on his escape tricks,” Dean said, peeking out from the car.

“Actually, I learned the hiding place from my cousin when we were playing hide-and-seek with her little sister,” I said. “I don’t think you guys would be able to hide there. You’re probably too big.”

Sam looked at me, puzzled.

“I was under the pillows at the top of the bed.”

I could see Sam thinking this through. I couldn’t see Dean’s face.

“So, it looked like it was still made?” Sam asked.

“Yep.”

Sam smiled. “Nice.”

I nodded in agreement.

“I bet it pissed off your little cousin,” Dean said, wiping his hands as he stood.

“I think she might have cried,” I replied, thinking back.

“Now that’s just mean,” Dean said with a grin. He hopped into the front seat with the keys.

“Well, I didn’t make her cry. Her sister did. You should know how that is, since you have a sibling.”

Dean turned the key, and the car started smoothly. He smiled—at himself or the car, I wasn’t sure.

“Yeah, Sammy always did cry very easily.”

“I did not,” Sam countered.

“Sure you did,” Dean began.

Suddenly, we heard a loud bang as the station exploded. Heat poured out, and we ducked down behind the car.

“What the hell?” Dean said.

The explosion was over in a matter of seconds, but the charcoal remains of the building still burned as we popped our heads back up. If I had parked closer to the building, we would’ve been caught in that.

Dean jumped out of the car. They were about to run over and see if anyone was still alive—which I highly doubted—when the silhouette of a woman appeared, walking out of the ashes.

They stopped.

“There you are,” the voice called out.

“Meg?” Sam asked.

Wait—Meg, as in the demon Meg? I thought. Her brunette hair flapped in the heat of the blaze. She stood casually, leaning on her jean-covered hip. Her leather jacket remained clean. She appeared after the explosion rather than before it.

“Shouldn’t have stuck around, boys,” she said. She looked past them and then at me. Her chocolate-brown eyes flashed black for a second. It was creepy, no matter how many times I’d seen them do that.

“Hell, I could say the same thing for you,” Dean countered, pulling out the Ruby knife.

“Cute,” she smirked. “Now hand over the girl, and I can be on my way. If you want, Sam can come too. I’m alright with that. My father is really, really interested in her at the moment.”

“No way,” Dean said. Sam and Dean shifted positions automatically, backing up a little to be closer to me.

“How sweet. You really think you can protect her?”

“We have so far,” Sam said.

“And I think she can totally handle a demon bitch such as yourself,” Dean added.

Her eyebrow shot up in interest. “Is that so? Then you were the one from all those years ago.”

“Wait—what?” I asked.

“I was the one that met with your daddy when you were a baby,” she replied. She smiled wider. “At his store. Didn’t he mention me? I’m hurt.”

She mocked sadness.

She was the woman who talked to my dad about Old Nick, I realized. The demons weren’t really after my dad. He was the pawn to get to me. I swallowed hard. Sam and Dean tensed as they slowly made the connection to my story as well.

“Unfortunately, I was reassigned to a different project, so we never actually met,” Meg continued. “Now here you are. And you think you can handle a demon all by yourself now?”

“We can also take care of you ourselves,” Dean replied, trying to draw the attention away from me again. He noticed his slight slip-up. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea that Lucifer knew what I could do—although I was sure he’d heard about it already. Had he been watching me since I was a baby? That was creepy.

“As you can see, we took out some of your buddies tonight.”

Her face turned stony at that remark. “Well, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.”

She threw her arms out, and Sam and Dean started to fly. In a moment of self-defense, I felt myself touch her energy and flung it back at her. Sam and Dean dropped where they were, and Meg flew backward instead. Sam and Dean quickly got back on their feet and came back to me.

“Did you do that?” Dean whispered.

I nodded, surprised that I was able to stop an attack not aimed at myself.

Meg quickly brushed herself off and cracked her neck to one side. She started to close the distance between us.

“Do you think you can… you know?” Dean asked me quietly.

“I… I can’t,” I said truthfully. I didn’t feel a soul in her. I could definitely block her. She was stronger than the other demons I’d met so far. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold her off.

Dean tightened his grip on the knife. Sam edged a little closer in front of me. I could hear the fire whistle blowing in the distance. Someone must have seen the smoke—if they didn’t hear the explosion.

A gust of wind brushed past us, and the sound of fluttering wings filled the air. Out of nowhere, Cas landed in front of us.

“Well, if it isn’t Clarence,” Meg beamed.

Cas’s face never changed. He started to reach out his hand. His eyes glowed blue, and light started to pour from his body. I glanced back at Meg, but she quickly vanished. Cas grimaced and turned to us.

“Where have you been, Cas?” Dean demanded.

“I was busy.”

“Busy? We could have used you,” Dean retorted.

“Dean,” I said quietly.

“I was helping,” Cas replied. “Do you realize how many demons were sent after you? And in turn, how many angels decided to check things out? Also, that the demons completely set you guys up and planned to get you arrested?”

Dean blinked in surprise.

“Cas, are you alright?” I asked, looking him over. He seemed very tense—even for him. He didn’t look hurt, just slightly ruffled.

“I’m fine,” he finally noticed me. “You should probably go.”

“No arguments here,” Sam said.

We had to leave before the fire department came, since we were supposed to be dead.

We started back toward the Impala. The air was still tense, but it wasn’t from a demon.

MINI CHAPTER: CHRISTMAS

NOT THAT I THOUGHT I WOULD, but I wasn’t home for Christmas, which was a letdown for my parents. Still, I decided to get the guys something small. Whenever we went shopping, I snuck the few items I needed into my pile. They usually didn’t pay too close attention to my shopping, so it worked out.

“Alright, I know it’s only Christmas Eve, but in my family, we open presents today,” I said, bringing in three small bags. I looked up and noticed their shocked expressions. I’d managed to hide my shopping from them better than I thought. “Don’t worry. It’s just something little… I figured you guys don’t really celebrate, but… You buy all my stuff, so this is a small way to say ‘thank you’… even though you sort of paid for it… Umm… Well, anyway, here you go.”

I felt awkward, but I handed them each a bag. I’d call Cas for the third one after they opened theirs. They took the bags and gave each other a quick look before opening their gifts. I got them each a mug with a packet of hot chocolate and a tiny bottle of marshmallow vodka inside. (I had one for Bobby in my room for when we saw him again.) They smiled as they saw what was inside. Dean pulled out the vodka and looked at me.

“I thought you might like that part,” I said with a smile.

“Thanks, Analina,” Sam said.

Dean nodded his thanks. “Did you buy yourself something?”

I looked down at the remaining bag. “Oh no, that’s for Cas.”

“You got Cas something?” Dean asked.

“Mmhmm… something different. I know he doesn’t really eat or drink.”

I should call him, I thought. I called out and tried to connect with him so I could talk. I was getting better at it. I could communicate through my mind with him if he was nearby. I also believed I could block him if necessary, but I usually left our communication open.

Cas, I have something for you. A Christmas present if you have a moment to— Before I could finish the thought, Cas appeared in the room.

“That was fast,” I said. I smiled as he looked around.

I handed him the bag. “It’s just something small. I know you don’t really have a place to put things, so…”

He looked at the bag and then at us.

“Well, open it, Cas,” Dean said, full of curiosity.

Cas opened the bag and pulled out a small picture frame. In the photo, I had Photoshopped a picture of Sam, Dean, and me so it looked like we’d taken it together. It was small enough to fit in his trench coat. He studied the picture for a moment. I couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. Sam and Dean moved behind him to see what he was looking at. I was far from being an expert with Photoshop, but I hoped it looked nice enough.

“Thank you. Thank you very much,” Cas said, finally looking up from the picture.

I smiled gently. “What are friends for?”

Cas only stayed a moment or two longer before he left.

“How did you do that?” Dean asked.

“What? The picture?” I asked. “It wasn’t too hard. I just took three separate pictures that I had and…”

“How did you get our pictures?”

“I took them without you realizing… obviously, I guess,” I said with a laugh.

They gave me a puzzled look.

“Don’t give me those looks. I periodically take pictures of our travels. To remember the good parts of it—not so much the hunting and evil things.” I held up a finger before they could say more. “Here, hold on. I’ll show you.” I went and got my phone and logged into where I was keeping one version of my scrapbook online. It wasn’t quite filled, but it had a few things in it. I handed them the device and let them look through it.

“Most of it is self-explanatory,” I said as they sat down to look. I stood behind them to watch.

“I like that one,” I said as they got to the one where Dean was stuffing his face with a burger, claiming it was the best burger he’d ever tasted.

Dean shot me a dirty look while Sam laughed and went to the next picture. They got to the different shots I used to create the photo.

“That’s really something,” Sam said, handing me back my phone.

“So you didn’t mind that I gave Cas a picture of us?”

Sam looked at Dean for a minute. “I think that was really nice.”

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out two more copies of the picture. I’d brought them out with me when I got the phone. “In that case, you can have these. If you want…”

They each took a copy. They studied the picture with grins on their faces. They were indeed brothers.

Christmas wasn’t like I was used to. We spent it mostly in a rundown motel with leftover greasy diner food. But honestly, it wasn’t all that bad. It was just the three of us. The craziness of presents and trying to please people didn’t exist here. It was just friends and the important things—without the distractions.

They asked me later if it bothered me that I was celebrating Christmas without my family. They’d never really celebrated any holidays themselves, so they didn’t think about how this would affect me until now. I told them I was okay with it. That actually celebrating Christmas with tons of presents and chaos didn’t really appeal to me. There were more important things to celebrate.

MINI CHAPTER BONUS  – Birthdays

BIRTHDAYS WEREN’T CELEBRATED BY SAM AND DEAN. Being out on the road most of their lives, I supposed there wasn’t much time for celebrating. The sad thing I discovered was that they hadn’t actually celebrated much when they were little. I assumed Dean got his first four years as normal, but I don’t think he remembered many of those.

When I first went on the road, I had just missed Sam’s birthday, so Dean’s birthday—which is January 24th—was the first one besides my own that came up. I’d gotten the basic information about their birthdays a while ago. I knew they didn’t celebrate Christmas, but I felt bad just ignoring their birthdays.

For Dean’s birthday, I got him a nice (funny) card with a few scratch-off tickets inside. He only won five dollars, but it was something. I did the same for Sam’s birthday in May. Afterwards, we seemed to just get each other cards and tickets—making sure we scratched them before leaving the state. It was a simple gesture that started to turn into a tradition.

No one had a lot of money to spare. Most of it went toward the car, food, and lodging—not to mention the ammunition. Poor Sam had always had a ton of things go wrong on his birthday—like Dean dying and going to Hell being the biggest—so he didn’t really feel like we should be celebrating the day. Dean and I joined forces to change that. With a little coaxing and, thankfully, no deaths, we gave Sam a nice birthday.

Dean, on the other hand, was fairly easy to please on his birthday. I probably could’ve saved the money on the card and scratch-off tickets and just gotten him pie. Dean could be difficult at times, but with this, it was too easy.

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