SCORCH THE SKY, IT'S 2 YEARS LATER

[jessalyn]

This is the sequel to He Is Glorious! . It actually takes place 2 years after the Liberty incident. Sam is in a coma,poor guy leaving poor Dean with his little protege. Dean puts him to work, goes hunting with him, trying despearately to fill the hole left by his brother, but.....well....
Joshua sucks.
Then Sammy wakes up.


It will be a long while before I actually begin the story but i just wanted to give a little preview I guess.
Thanks a lot for the support last time, you guys are the best!






And thanks to Chasidern for the awesome fan art. You are awsome!

[jessalyn]

SCORCH THE SKY


i
I am not the bad guy of this story.

I'm not.

But you think I am, though...so in the long run it doesn't matter what I say,does it?

Well at least we agree on something!

You can see him right?

Your precious Sam Winchester.....doesn't he look...doesn't he look ..

Insane?

I'm not doing anything, I'm just pinned to the ground waiting.....

Waiting for him........

To prove what I always thought....

You should too...but you're still swayed by his innocent eyes.

Well he won't be so innocent anymore.

He won't even be like me

He'll be much much worse

And much more powerful.

I won't even need to raise a finger.

Don't believe me?

You'll see.

[jessalyn]

Hi guys. I know I said it would be a while before I post something but the other project I was involved in just got postponed. So what do you know? I get to do it sooner than later. Hope you guys love it? Please please comment and tell me what you think.
Here goes.

CHAPTER 1: C’MON …………. LET’S KILL THE BEAST
Dean looked across the street at the tall silver building casting its long dark shadow across the busy traffic ridden road providing relief for busy commuters hurrying home from the day’s labors in the scorching midday June sun. Homeless people had gathered under its shade, their yellowing cardboard boxes scattered above them. Dean who by this time had shielded his eyes and face about a 100 times from the sun actually wished he could rush across the street and huddle beside them, but he had to wait.

He had to wait for her.

It had been 2 years.....no more than two years since he had seen her last... Two very long years. Then just like that (after months of waiting) he had found out she was coming back to Johnston. He never knew he could drive that fast. Like a bat out of hell.

Literally.

But he couldn’t help himself…… he was drawn to her. He couldn’t keep away even if he wanted to. God knew he didn’t want to.
He raised his right hand and shielded his eyes again. This time instead of looking directly in front of him he looked up at the skyscraper; trying his best to avoid the rays that seemed to bounce off the building directly on to him.

LASSENBACH INDUSTRIES.
She’ll be here soon with the new CEO of LASSENBACH Co., who had been thrust into the limelight after the mysterious disappearance of Catherine Lassenbach.Let us not forget the mysterious disappearance of Liberty, which begs the question……….

How can a whole town disappear?
Well that’s the million dollar question isn’t it?

Strange how ‘Miss Apple Pie’ Chrissa Dale was conveniently out of town when whatever happened to Liberty happened.. Dean snorted as he put his hand down and stared back across the street as the vagrants that had huddled under their cardboard shelters were now being firmly yanked upwards and escorted out of the vicinity. He shook his head. That had nothing to do with the devil; that’s mankind right there.


Chrissa Dale is the devil, Dean. Remember that when you want to kiss her feet.


He remembered seeing her grief stricken face on the black and white TV set mounted on the wall opposite Sam’s bed in Hudson General.


'I…I...don’t know what happened. She said I should go to the morgue and maksure everything was alright since they said they hadn’t seen the body yet ………I haven’t heard ……the whole town? How could it have……Oh my God…… my God!
! Oh My God!'



'The disappearance of Liberty.' That’s what the press had dubbed it. One of the detectives along with a few other uniformed men had come the next day to find out why Miss Lassenbach never turned up to see Detective Nolan as she was meant to. They came back according to reports looking solemn, silent…………
Scared.

The whole town had been leveled, as if it had never existed. Buildings, schools, homes, small businesses, the Lassenbach mansion were all gone. Nobody could explain it. Experts had trooped in there by their thousands trying to find out what had happened. There was no history of a fire or an explosion. No terrorist activity in the area…..what could have……?

Then without warning the government closed off the area. No visitors, no press, no tourists allowed. They left Chrissa Dale alone though. Every body believed her though. Sweet, innocent, lovely........ The very desirable Chrissa Dale. Thank God those aliens didn’t get her.

Yep, it had to be aliens that made Liberty disappear

Dean lifted himself from the wall he had been leaning against for the past few minutes, stretched himself and yawned a little. He rubbed his eyes and squinted at the glass doors that led into the Lassenbach building. He looked down at his watch and rubbed his face this time feeling the prickly two day beard along his jaw.
Well Chrissa is sure taking her sweet time to get here.

Chrissa? Chrissa? That’s not even her real name! She’s possessed remember!
Dean looked away from the Lassenbach building toward the cracked stone pavement; he then looked up again, his hands trembling a little.
That’s why you’re here Dean.
You’re here to save her.



It’s all so green.
Sammy Winchester walked through the forest avoiding the long branches that seemed to swoop down from the trees above. The cool air blew in his face. Sam closed his eyes for a few minutes.
This is so peaceful.
This must be heaven.
Sam tripped on a twig and almost fell. He stood up again, frowning a little.
That wasn’t supposed to happen……not here.
The wind blew softly and calmed Sam down a bit. He smiled again and continued walking. Everything was getting greener; the colors were getting more and more intense.
More and more vivid.

He walked a little slower, this time more carefully trying very hard not to trip on the thick roots and small plants that seemed to stretch across the forest floor. That’s when he saw it. The bluish light that came through the trees. Its pure light locking eerie and unnatural in all the greenery around him.......it seemed to call him……beg him to come towards it.
Sam hesitated a little and then walked a few steps forward and then stopped again.
What was that?
The light grew in intensity. The colors he had experienced in the forest seemed to pale in comparison. Sam took another few steps toward the light.
What the hell?

Sam walked directly toward the light and stood in its path, the bluish rays bathing his skin; it seemed to be reaching inside him making him feel even calmer than before if it was even possible. Then he heard a rustling noise and looked up.
The branches had parted.
Sam went back a few steps. The beam had become more intense and seemed to widen its arc as it covered more of the forest floor. Sam was surprised that it didn’t hurt his eyes; the light had focused on him now.
More branches spread out more, letting more light in.
I think I’m supposed to go in
Sam walked into the light.


The parted branches opened up into a large field, the green pasture stretching as far as the eye could see. It seemed to stretch on forever. The blue light that had enticed him to this place had disappeared; all that was left was this.
Why am I not afraid? I should be
Sam turned to go back but all he saw was more pastureland……more grass. There was no more forest. It had disappeared. Sam cupped his hands to his mouth and started to call out but decided against it. Call who? He hadn’t seen anyone since he got there. The funniest thing about all this was that he couldn’t remember a damn thing…..where he was…..how he got there….
Where the hell was Dean?
Sam’s heart started hammering in his chest. Images came back stronger than ever. Images of Dean chained to the ground, screaming his name……beings hurtling to the sky…….Ruby………
Flesh and bone….
Ruby’s voice coming through a bloody mass of flesh and yellowish bone

Sam suddenly felt sick; he doubled over and started heaving. As he bowed his head, more and more images raced to his head. Images of a crazed red haired woman, her hands reaching toward heaven, an agonized Dean…….
Boys being ripped to pieces.
Sam fell to the ground now on his hands and knees, the retching getting worse. His vision had become blurry as the tears began falling from his eyes.
What have I done? I killed those people….
He suddenly felt he was not alone…..there was something behind him.
No….. not something…..someone.

“That is no way for a living god to behave. Not now. Not ever. No.No.No.Not our god. Not my god.”
Sam spun around.
She was young girl. Too young. She could not have been more than sixteen years old. She was short too, almost elfin like. She was wearing a long shapeless white gown and completely bald.
Not a single hair on her head. Like a little baby.
Her face was perfect though. She had high cheek bones with smooth white skin (like it had never seen the sun but yet it managed not to have an anemic quality to it) and a perfect little aquiline nose that sat in the middle of her face as if it had been sculpted on to her. Her deep green eyes seemed to match the intense colors he had seen in the woods earlier .Her lips were full and red. Quite red. Redder than anything that he had ever seen in his life.
Like she had been drinking blood.

Sam shuddered at the thought and stepped backwards. The girl in response stepped forward once and also stopped. She extended her right hand to Sam and smiled.
She has a beautiful smile though.
But Sam still stepped back cautiously. She smiled more broadly and placed both her hands behind her back.
“So our god fears me….or thinks he should. You should know I am not your enemy. How could I be? I am your handmaiden. I live to serve you. Only you. My life is yours to do with what you wish…to destroy or create again as you desire.”
Sam stopped moving backwards and stared at the girl in front of him.
Is she on something?
Well, we must be on the same thing …I’m talking to a bald chick in a field.

The girl didn’t seem confused though; she still smiled up at him wiggling her left foot in the grass in front of her. Her hands were still behind her.
Well she has incredible balance…even if she’s crazy. She doesn’t look crazy though. She didn’t look crazy at all.
C’mon Sam…… (He heard Dean’s voice echo in his head). Do crazy people normally look crazy?
That’s a good point.

“Who…who…are you?” he whispered. The girl looked at him with a confused look on her face for a second. Just for a second though then just as quickly the smile came back to her face.

“Forgive me ….my impertinence. My Keeper has always said it would be my undoing if not kept in check. ‘Ulla’ he says….’Ulla….you rush into things without proper preparation or foresight. I will be better. I will not dishonor you, my Lord.” The girl child smiled even more broadly thinking she had convinced Sam. He looked at her nonplussed for a moment.
She thinks she knows me.
She thinks she knows who I am.

“I think there has been some misunderstanding……” Sam started and then stopped mid-sentence. The bald crazy girl had got down on her knees in front of Sam,

“I am your companion…your consort….your partner. My Lord….I am your wife.”



The news vans had started arriving. Dean looked at his watch
“Well it about time. They took long enough.” He straightened up and gazed across t he street as more and more vans approached the steps of the Lassenbach building with satellite dishes mounted on their roofs. More and more of them approached, all with different letters painted on their sides.WZRT, KKJT. ZGWT,KERT….

Dean had no interest in the networks that had practically given their souls to be there. He knew what he was waiting for. Who he was what he was waiting for.
What’s this…….trucks?

Huge trucks had started heading down the road, about two of them at first; then all of a sudden they were two or three more. A small crowd had gathered in the meantime, their voices drowning out the sounds of the trucks; their ‘ooohs’
and ‘ahhhs’ making Dean irritable.. Dean put his hand against his temple and rubbed a little harder than he should have. He would have to move soon. There were two voices in particular, high-pitched and directly behind him that were obviously very excited about what the day’s events..

“Have you seen Mr. Lynch before…he’s like the sexiest guy in the world, isn’t he?”

“Yeah. He and that Chrissa chick look great together. I just love them…I have their
pictures all over my wall. They’ve been all over the place.”

"Well I don’t feel so bad. I have pictures of Chrissa Dale all over my wall too."

“Really?” another female voice had joined in.


“They’ve been to India, Africa, and Sri Lanka….even Iraq. Their so committed to the orphans, the homeless...you know children of war...that kind of thing...”

“Who cares….Mr. Lynch is smoking hot.”

“There’s more to life than being smoking hot.” said another voice.

“He looks just like John Barrowman.” One of the high pitched voices quipped.

“Who’s that?”

“You know …..That guy from Torchwood. Don’t you see it…...the face….the cleft
chin…the great body…” The police had just turned up. They were rolling out the yellow tape.

“What are they doing here?” a male voice spoke this time. “Are they expecting trouble?”

“Just a precaution…I guess.”

“Who’s John Barrowman?” asked the female voice that had spoken earlier.

“You know that guy that acts in Torchwood. It’s a spin –off of Dr.Who.”

“What’s Dr. "Who?”

“You’re hopeless.”


The police cars had camped in the middle of the street sirens flashing. Several uniformed officers were milling around securing the area and had started diverting traffic. Dean looked at his watch again. He took his cell phone from his suit pocket and then put it back again.
No….not yet.

“Well ….personally I don't care whether he’s hot or not......... doesn’t matter. What matters is what he and Chrissa Dale are doing for all those children." They’re just not adopting them so they can end up in the tabloid; their doing real good…providing them with homes, good education, and great jobs when they leave school. They are like God’s gift.”

“Wasn’t that Chrissa chick the one that was come from Liberty…the town that was abducted by aliens?”

“Yeah…that’ the one.”

“She's hot too. I would LOVE to abduct her.” said the male voice that had spoken earlier.

I bet you would, Dean thought.

A young female officer started walking across the street toward the crowd that had gathered behind Dean. She held out her hands and waved the crowd back.

“Sorry you have to move back please. This is for press only.” Moans and groans erupted from the crowd. Dean put his hand in his other pocket and took out a flat rectangular piece of plastic. The officer, unperturbed by the increasingly angry crowd continued waving both her hands forward.

‘I’m sorry you have to move back…….please. We don’t want to use force. We really don’t want to. Move back please.”

Dean walked briskly from the crowd and toward the uniformed woman. She was taken aback at first but quickly recovered her unruffled demeanor.

“Excuse me sir…I thought I said…..”

Dean held up the shiny piece of plastic. “I’m with the New Orleans Chronicle. Mr. Steve Straub. I’m on the list.”
The woman looked at Dean inquisitively.

“New Orleans Chronicle.” Dean said impatiently. “I’m on the list. Check.” The woman put her hand in her back pocket and brought out a notebook without taking her eyes off Dean. She glanced down at it and after a few minutes looked up at Dean again.

“Are you the only one?" Are you here on your own?”

“Yes. I am.”

She looked him up and down again. “Your name is the last one down here.”

“I’m on a schedule ….Are you letting me in or not?” Dean’s face was set in a grim line. He looked down the street on the left and saw the black silhouettes in the distance.
She’s almost here.

He looked impatiently at the officer who hadn’t taken her eyes off Dean. He looked at his watch and then back at her. She looked down at the paper and then sighed.

“I guess you’re on the list…its just weird .I saw a copy of this last back at the department and I didn’t see yours….but ok ......you’re in Mr.Straub.”
Dean nodded and walked passed the officer into the now crowded area filled with vans, trucks, reporters and cops.

“Look …its CNN!” shouted someone from the back.
Dean kept on walking.



She’s crazy.
The bald girl was still looking up at Sam, her smile not as broad as before. Sam was nonplussed for a while

“My wife…..my wi….what? I’ve never met you before. I don’t even know who you are!”
The girl scrambled to her feet and straightened out her gown. The smile gone, her face confused.

“Have I done something wrong? Have I offended you my Lord?” Sam walked toward her this time. The girl stepped back, her eyes fearful. Sam stopped a few inches from her.

“I am not your Lord and I sure as hell ain’t your husband!”

“Please don’t shout at me….please…..My Keeper told me that the rites were done
before I was birthed. But I knew it when I saw you.” She tried to put her hands to Sam’s face but he pushed her away from him. She fell to the ground but quickly stood up again. Sam stopped himself from going to her. He didn’t know who or what she was.
“Where the hell am I?”

The girl wasn’t smiling now. She looked quite pissed off actually. She looked up at the sky
“I told the Keeper I was not ready. I warned him. But he doesn’t listen to me. I am
not ready.” Then the girl looked back at Sam.

“Look …I did not make the rules. You wanted it like this…not I. I don’t know what this is all about but if you knew mating in Nabu wasn’t what you wanted, you could have chosen another place. There a thousand wondrous places in the heavens. I am sorry I am not ready, but you were freed rather suddenly….what do you mean ‘where are you?’” She peered at him closely.
“My lord Obyner…are you well?” she added.

She’s a demon.

Sam grabbed her roughly and twisted her arm. She didn’t utter a sound but
opened her mouth wide as she stared at Sam. He took her arm and twisted it further behind her back.
“So you’re working for Lucifer? I should have known this place was too good to be
true. Well, maybe you didn’t get the memo; I’ve sent your precious Obyner tohell!” Sam said roughly. The girl tried to turn her neck but Sam held her head in place.

"I don’t understand. Is this what it means to mate? I’ve never done it before but this isn’t what I expected. . Forgive me Obyner, the Keeper gave me books but I just never bothered to read them.”

She’s nuts.

“I found them so dusty and boring and there were no pictures……..” Sam pushed her roughly to the ground. He stretched out his right arm to her and fanned out his fingers. The girl looked at him strangely

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sending you to hell… demon bitch!”

The girl’s face looked at him astonished at first, and then her face became a deep red. She got up angrily from the grass and glared at Sam.

“What! I am not filthy demon swine! I am human and of a royal house! I’ll show you!”
She started tearing at her gown, flinging the white strips off her body, her face getting redder by the minute, muttering under her breath.
Sam just stared.
She tore the last strip of cloth off her body and stood naked in front of Sam, her arms on her hips.

“Is this the body of a demon?” she snapped.Sam looked at her for a long moment.

“Wow.” he muttered.

[trickie]

Oh, cool. I found you The sequel already? Nice...but why do I have the feeling you're gonna make Sam all evil again? Nice start...I'll keep watching for updates.


~Trace~

[jessalyn]

Oh not so soon, T

[trickie]

Ahhhhh! You are really hell bent on teaching me patience aren't you?
Okay fine...I guess I have no choice but to wait...

Seriously though, no problem. Just PM me when you start back up.

~Trace~

[jessalyn]

Mr. Lynch had been up since 3 yesterday and he was tired. No...Not tired, he passed tired hours ago. He was drained worn-out, bushed, exhausted.

Yeah….....exhausted. That’s it.

He looked across him at his hook-nosed PA, Lance as he read out the day’s itinerary for the umpteenth time. He felt like punching him in the face.

“After the press conference, you have to commission the new building. But you have to wait for Senator Manning. You know how she gets if she’s left out.” The short man said, his gelled black hair bobbing with his head as he spoke. Victor Lynch had a sudden urge to grab Lance’s head and thrust it out the window. He controlled himself though.

After all, that’s what he’s known for

“Senator Manning is an old sow and she’d better be there. God knows I’ve given her enough of my money for all her crappy pet projects. For God’s sakes she almost ran for governor last spring. I would have bank rolled that as well.”

“Well, we do need her Mr. Lynch. She has a lot influence and 'friends' in the defense department. It’s also an added bonus If she can help get those laws at least considered by congress-and that should be any day now-we won’t be regarded with as much suspicion. We can get that arms contract out from under the competition.”

“Last time I checked …we weren’t in the arms business.”

“We soon will be, if what Miss Dale says about this ' weapon' is true, we will be far ahead of the competition for years to come.”

“Yes,yes,yes. This great weapon she’s been harping about for the last year. Damn, if I wasn’t going to marry that woman, I would definitely have got rid of her months ago.”

“Your fiancée has been very good for the company, sir. Our annual turn-over has increased by a 1000%. That’s phenomenal especially with the recession……..” Mr. Lynch snorted and raised both hands in the air.

“I know…I know. It’s just this travelling around the world, kissing the asses of all these leaders in all tin-pan countries, promising them something that I haven’t even seen yet. Do you know how much money I have poured into this? Those flea infested kids? Chrissa even made me hug some of them...its disgusting. All’ this take care of the lost children’ crap? Like I really care if kids are starving in China or blown up in Gaza. I mean I didn’t understand it when that Catherine bitch was alive, but now….I just never thought I would be doing it too.”

“Well, we need to grease some palms…to get what we want Mr. Lynch. We’ve only told them about the weapon and they are already yapping at our ankles to get a taste. .”

“Well I don’t really give a crap. For all I’ve done for them they better step up to the plate when the time comes.” Victor Lynch sat back and put his hands though his hair. He looked out the window and smiled.

“I’m just surprised that a sweet innocent girl like that would know anything about a weapon.”

“She was Mr. Lassenach’s personal secretary you know. Maybe that's when he told her.”

“That corpse. Figures he would tell his secretary about something like that and leave me and Catherine out in the cold just to spite us.Chrissa was the last person to him alive. Hell she was the last person to see anyone alive. Still one of the world’s greatest mysteries….eh? I personally think it was an act of God. I couldn’t stand that Catherine woman. I worked my ass of for her dad and then in walks 'Ice Cold Catherine' and takes over everything. That whole thing…whether it was aliens, the government…whatever….It was the best thing that ever happened to me.” He looked at the short man across him and smiled evilly.

“The best thing.”

They were interrupted by a beeping sound which made Victor reach in his pocket and pull out his cell.

“Hello gorgeous, where the hell are you?” Lance looked up at him.

“Miss Dale?” he mouthed. Victor Lynch ignored him and started tapping his hand on his knee.

“You’re already there…..you are a minx. How did you get past me? All right….we’ll soon be there.”

He dropped the cell phone back in his pocket and looked up at Lance, his face all smiles.

“Ok now I feel better! Tell me what the hell I have to do today.”




The crowd was getting more raucous as time passed. Dean looked from one person to the other; some reporters had already started standing in front of cameras ready to beam live to thousands of homes all over the city. Last minute touch-ups were being applied to their faces, while the camera men and crew were rushing everywhere, carrying black slithery cables and tripping over them. Dean raised his head to see people milling about on the platform that had been set up a few hours before. Here too, people were rushing to and fro with wires and cables and whatever else cable guys carry .


Dean looked at his watch for the hundredth time in fifteen minutes.
Where the hell are you Chrissa Dale? Show your face, you bitch!
Rock music blared from inside his suit pocket. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He looked at the small screen and groaned loudly. He flipped it open and answered it.

“Joshua. I thought I told you to stay in the car and not call me unless it was an emergency. ”

“I am in the car, Dean.” The squeaky voice replied.

“So it’s an emergency?”

“Well…well...sort of….” Dean gripped the cell phone tighter.

“What happened? Its not the…..it’s not my car is it?”

There was silence at the other end.

“Joshua…what did you do?”

“Just calm down Dean. Just be calm. Chill….”

“Joshua...............WHAT DID YOU DO?”

“Well...it wasn’t my fault. I heard something.”

“JOSHUA...TELL ME WHAT YOU DID!”

“Ok.Ok. I took it around the block a couple of times. I had to. There was this chick……..”

“YOU DID WHAT!”

“It’s ok. I didn’t scratch it like I did last time. I was real careful.”

“YOU DID WHAT!”

“Nothing is wrong with her. She’s perfect….it’s just that damn clanging noise.” Dean’s hand gripped the cell phone tighter.

“It’s really not that loud. You can barely hear it. And it’s not there all the time……Dean …..Dean….are you there?” Dean took the phone from his ear and took a few deep breaths.

“Dean….are you there? C’mon …” Dean glared at the phone and then looked around him. The place had started quieting down. The crowd had moved closer to the wooden platform that had been place there some hours before-just in front of the steps. Cameras and bright lights suddenly came alive around him. Just a few feet from him, a young blonde reporter smiled into the camera with the bright lights beaming on her face.

“Thanks Stan. Here we are at the grand opening of the Lassenbach building in Johnston. Any moment from now......... Mr. Victor Lynch, CEO of LASSENBACH INDUSTRIES and all its subsidiaries will arrive ………”

Dean‘s hand trembled a little. He looked up at the platform and then back at the cell phone in his hand.

“Dean…..look I’m sorry...please…” it squeaked.

Dean placed the phone to his ear again.

“Stay in the car. Don’t move. Don’t touch anything. Don’t even blink.”

“But Dean…..Dean…I...” Dean snapped the phone shut and put it back in his pocket.
The reporter’s voice droned on

“……that’s right, Stan. Mr. Lynch is known for his charitable works around the world. Lassenbach reforms in collaboration with the UN have helped set thousands of children free all over the world from the horrors of poverty, war, famine and other natural disasters. Lassenbach reforms were initially started by Miss Catherine Lasenbach whose mysterious disappearance still astounds people till today. People still wonder what happened to what people have dubbed one of the greatest mysteries of all time. The disappearance of Liberty which ironically is just a few miles from Johnston………..”

Dean started walking towards the platform.

“…………..Miss Chrissa Dale is the sole survivor of a town of over four thousand. She claimed she had gone to the police department here in Johnston after being told that Mr.Lassenbach’s body never arrived at the city morgue. If you remember, Stan, Mr.Lassenbach had been found dead just the day before in his country home in Liberty where he had lived since retiring from Lassenbach and Co, ten years before. Terrible memories for poor Miss Chrissa Dale. She had to be hospitalized for several months and till this day has admitted to still being haunted by the memories of those horrific few days........”

Dean looked upwards at the platform as more and more people stared walking across it. Dean recognized a few of them from the newspapers. He recognized one in particular.

Senator Evelyn Manning.

“……but she’s bounced back since then. She’s new vice-president of Lassenbach industries and a few weeks ago she and Mr. Lynch announced their engagement……..wait...wait...a minute. Yes. Mr. Lynch has just arrived, he’s….he’s walking up to the platform.”
Dean watched as the tall dark –haired man strode across the stage. . He raised his hand in greeting to the crowd that responded with camera flashes and thunderous applause.

Who does he think he is? The president?

The silver haired middle-aged senator smiled broadly at Victor Lynch’s entrance. He didn’t smile back.
Where the hell is she?

He looked on as more and more people trooped on to the platform. Dean scanned through the group again. There was still no sign of Chrissa Dale.
His phone started ringing again. He reached for it again and looked at the small blue-lit screen. It was Joshua.
Dean muttered under his breath and put the phone back.
Suddenly everything went quiet.
He looked up. The crowd was looking up at the stage. No one said a word; even the cameras had stopped flashing.
Then Dean saw her.

A red-haired woman wearing a black trouser suit was walking across the stage, her hair wrapped stylishly on the top of her head . She smiled broadly as she hugged the silver haired woman who was beaming even more than ever now. She then turned to Victor Lynch and kissed him on the lips, which got the cameras flashing again.
The cameras flashed even more now and there was another thunderous round of applause from behind them. Dean turned to look back at the screaming people behind the yellow tape that seemed to have grown in number since he was there. Several of the journalists turned back disapprovingly.

“Those people should be arrested. Can’t the police push them back further?” asked one of them nearest Dean.

Dean wasn’t paying attention to the crowd anymore or to the people around him. All he could see was the red-haired woman striding up and down the platform, shaking more hands ,her face bent down to their ears whispering. Her smiling face was still attracting more camera flashes by the minute. She walked up to Victor Lynch and stood behind him, looking every bit the dutiful and adoring fiancée she was meant to be.
Yeah, folks….
The devil’s in the house.

[trickie]

Awesome Jessalyn,

So Sam is with some crazy chick that thinks he's Obyner? But where is he? Why is Dean chasing after Chrissa Dale (who was the real Obyner) alone?

His young charge appears to be a handful, probably alot like Dean himself?

Loving this...update soon.

~Trace~

[jessalyn]

Sam turned away, his heart thumping in his chest.
That girl is crazy.
And hot.

“You should…..um……you should put some clothes on.” Sam stuttered with his back to her, his face had gone a deep red.

“Well, that would be difficult, my Lord. I have no other garments.”

'No other garments?'……who says that in .....whatever year it is?

Sam was perplexed for a few minutes and stared up into the sky, trying very hard to wipe the image of the naked girl from his mind. He looked down at his abdomen and started easing his shirt out where it was tucked into his jeans.

“Well….at least you see that I am no demon…..but I am now unclothed. My Keeper will skin me alive.” Sam thought her voice was getting more high-pitched with each passing word, like she was slowly becoming hysterical. He whisked off his shirt in one movement and tossed it behind him.

“What is this?”

“It’s a tee-shirt. Put it on.”

“Tee…what? What in all of heaven is that?

Sam was confused again, which was becoming normal around this strange girl.

“You don’t know what a tee-shirt is? Where have you been?”

“I was with my Keeper before you summoned me here…” Sam put his hands in the air and shrugged.

“Are you decent……have you put it on?” he snapped, his back still to her.

“I have. I am in full control of my senses, you know. I am not soft in the head.” Sam thought he heard the familiar sound of soft cotton being drawn across skin. He turned his head to the right still making sure he didn’t look all the way behind him.

“Well…..what’s going …?”

“I have worn your….your…..tee-shirt…….or whatever you call this thing.” Sam slowly turned around .The shirt was almost touching the girl’s knees –that’s how big it was-but it didn’t really cover anything. It was white and so quite transparent especially in daylight. She might as well have been naked for all of Sam’s efforts.

He groaned silently.

She looked up at him and as if reading his mind, tried to cover her nipples by putting her arms across her chest. She pouted a little and turned away from Sam. He thought she looked rather vulnerable in the oversized t-shirt that should have hidden more of her small frame (but didn’t); her shorn head did nothing to help lessen that view.
After a while she looked back at Sam. she relaxed a little and put both her hands down.

“Well...do we mate now? We don’t have much time you know….Nabu has its own lifespan. It doesn’t last forever unlike this dance we’re having.” She finished irritably.

“Who are you?” Sam put up his hands as she started to open her mouth.”And please don’t tell me you’re my wife or consort or BFF! I mean what is your name? Where do you come from?”

The girl sighed suddenly and sat on the grass, and then with her face cupped in her hands she looked up at Sam.

“My name is Ullla. I am of the royal house of Seth and I am your betrothed.”

“Royal house of Seth? Where the hell is that? Is that in Utah or something?” asked
Sam incredulously.

“Utah? Is that your home?”

“No ….actually I ….I...don’t have a home but I was born in Lawrence, Kansas.”
The girl looked at him blankly.

“You know Kansas? Kansas…in the United States?”

“United States? What is a “United States?” the girl looked at him inquisitively, her eyes widen ding.
Sam looked at her strangely for a moment.

“Don’t you know where America is?”

“Is that the name of the world above?” the girl asked again, her eyes confused. Sam sunk slowly to the ground directly in front of the girl but didn’t approach her.

“Ulla..?”

“Yes Lord?” the girl answered sweetly.

“Where do you come from? Who the hell are you? And how the hell did you get here? Do you know how I got here?” The girl laughed a little and stood up from the ground. She walked a few steps toward Sam and put her hands on her hips again.

“Oh…this is a game! You want to see whether I am dim-witted or subject to flights of fancy.Ok…that is just. My name is Ulla from the royal house of Seth and I come from a very long line of women bred to mate the living god when he is freed from his chains. I live in the underworld, in the darkness beneath the earth so have my mother, and her mother and her mother before her. We were bred for your pleasure and hopefully ours. We were chosen out of all of human kind to be your wives in the event of your release. We have waited eons for you...I was just the lucky one.”

Sam looked at her open-mouthed.

“I am pristine health, clean and completely without fault .And most importantly I am untouched…” she lowered her voice at this point.Nt that there has been much temptation though. I have only ever known the keeper.”

“You…..you…live in the ground.”

“Yes. I have lived there ever since I can remember. I was born there, so was my mother and my mother before her….”

“Yeah …I get it. How did you come here?”

“We are told that if we are the chosen ones we would meet you in Nabu.”

“Nabu?”

“Yes. Nabu. The land of the dividing line, the mid-point between dream and reality.”

“This is so Star Trek.”
“No not star trek. This is Nabu. Anyway, this is where we meet and fall in love and mate and then you carry me away to the world above with demons as our slaves and we rule forever. “She finished with a sigh and gave Sam an irritable look.

“Well...is that sufficient?” she said snootily.

“Who do you think Obyner is?” Sam whisperd, trying to decide whether to bust into laughter or turn and run.

“Well you obviously. Who else?”

“I mean what were you told about him…..is he a good person?”

“He is a god? Why won’t he be good? Bada-boom.”

“What?”

“I said he is a god….why won’t he be good?” Sam looked up at the girl who was glaring down at him wearing his long white tee-shirt with her arms akimbo.
Just run Sam.

“Who is your keeper?”

“What does it matter? We are here to mate. I am honored indeed to be the first of the royal house of Seth after centuries of waiting…my mother...her mother before her…….” As she said this she knelt down in front of Sam and placed her hands around his neck, all signs of anxiety and irritation gone. Sam pushed her arms away gently-trying not too get her too agitated-brushing her head as he did so.

She suddenly jumped up and stepped back from Sam. He looked at her, alarmed. She started touching her head and gave a cry of alarm.

“What…what is it?” Sam shouted, jumping g to his feet as well. Ulla started touching her head more feverishly now, her face going red for the third time that day. She screamed and turned her face to Sam a picture of rage.

“What have you done to my hair? My beautiful hair! What did you do to it?” Sam looked at her dumbstruck for a few minutes and then answered.

“YOU DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE BALD!

The girl’s face became even redder (Sam thought she was going to explode). She advanced toward him menacingly. Sam was terrified.
Dean would laugh his head off. I’m about to run from a short bald crazy girl in the middle of a field in Nabu.
It would have been really funny if Sam wasn’t scared s***less.

The girl came even closer.”You are not Obyner! You have been talking nonsense since we met. Who are you and what have you done with my hair!” she jumped on Sam’s chest and grabbed his face with both hands.sam stumbled backwards but amazingly managed to keep his balance.

“Are you crazy, Ulla? What the hell do you think you’re doing…?” Sam shifted his whole weight forward, making Ulla fall on hard on her backside on the grass. Sam breathed hard and pointed at her.

“You are seriously, seriously unwell. I don’t know what they did to you growing up………” he then stopped.
Ulla was doing something weird.
Well …weirder.

She was sitting up on the ground and looking straight at Sam, her face blank .her eyes vacant. Sam stopped and looked at her uneasily. What‘s next?

“Bada-boom.”

“Ulla?” he asked concern in his voice.

“Bada boom. Bada boom. Bada boom.”

“What...what….” Sam started backing up now. He couldn’t take another psychotic break.

“Bada boom.Badaboom.Baaboom.Badaboom.” she then smiled and looked up at his face. The smile was different now. It was more sinister, much more disturbing. Sam tried to stretch his hand toward her but he changed his mind.

“Wake up, Samuel Winchester. Do not sleep anymore.”

“What….what are you…?” Sam then looked up and noticed the sky was darkening.

The sun had gone and he could only see a few feet ahead of him.
He’d started feeling dizzy too.
He sunk to the ground. Ulla didn’t move from her spot but kept on looking at Sam.

“You’d better wake up. Wake up now. You have to see it. The monsters…they’re going to rise soon. Won’t be the same without you. Bada boom.Gotta see it. Big boom.”

Sam’s head fell to the ground, his eyes closing. He felt tired. So very tired.

“BIG BADA BOOM.”
Everything went black.

[trickie]

Hmm, the land between dream and reality? Interesting...She's still psycho! Wake up Sam...She's a nutjob!

nice chap.


~Trace~

[jessalyn]

" Mr. Lynch! Mr. Lynch!”

The journalists all seemed to speak at the same time, their hands outstretched as if in worship. Dean had to make a considerable effort not to be trampled by the aggressive reporters that were elbowing each other out of the way in order to catch Mr. Lynch’ eye. A short young man in a stylish suit(you know …….the type that Dean could never afford) stepped in front of the podium and raised his left hand.

“Please…one at a time. Mr. Lynch will answer all your questions…but in an orderly fashion. Thank you.” The short man stepped back. Mr.Lycnh put his hand through his hair and sauntered up to the podium, placing both hands on the wooden stand, he smiled broadly at the crowd below while his eyes darted from one to the other as if looking for someone. A look of recognition suddenly crossed his face and he pointed downwards.

“Yeah….Martha! You’re from QTWR….I met you last spring, right?” The auburn haired woman shook her head eagerly and beamed back.

“Yes, Mr. Lynch. I did meet you last spring. Martha Grant. You have an incredible
memory.”

“With you guys around …I need to.” This sparked laughter from the crowd.
Dean’s eyes never left Chirssa Dale who was still whispering into Senator Manning’s ear, her face shielded by the older woman’s silver mane.
She hasn’t seen me yet.

He didn’t fell relieved though. He wanted her to see him. He wanted her to know that he was there.

“What made you decide to move from your London offices to Johnston? Was there anything in particular that prompted this?”

“Well….Martha. I decided to come home. I’ve lived in Europe a long time ad as you know it’s been……ten years...Right, Lance? Yes…..ten years since I’ve been in America. And Johnston is particularly special because I grew up here. Yeah, long before it became the lively city it is today.”

“But I thought you grew up in New Orleans, Mr. Lynch.”

“Well…I guess you thought wrong.”

Another roar of laughter from the crowd. Chrissa Dale looked up from behind the senator’s hair and then just as quickly went back down again.
She still hasn’t seen me, thought Dean.

“Mr. Lynch. John Amsterdam, Channel 7 news…..You just came back form Bolivia two days ago. You’ve been quite the traveler. Would I be accurate in saying that you haven’t stayed in one place for more than two weeks at a time. And why the sudden interest in philanthropic work?”

Dean turned to the reedy reporter that had just asked that had just spoken. John
Amsterdam….Dude….are you for real?

“Well to answer your first question, Mr. Amsterdam….yes I move around a lot and yes you would be ‘accurate’ in saying so. As for my philanthropic work as you call it…” He turned back to the red head who was still whispering to the older woman and turned back.

“You can blame my fiancée for that. She has always been a lover of children and she would do anything for anyone in need. Let’s be real guys….mankind we’ve screwed up. We’ve screwed up big time. And guess who’s left behind to deal with the mess we’ve made……the kids. Sweet innocent kids that don’t have anyone to defend them, to care of them. No food, no shelter, nothing at all. If there’ anything I can do, anything at all to make things better for them I will make it my business to do it.” He said this last bit with a flourish.
Look at me. I’m right here you bitch.

“Mr. Lynch. Dan Fisher, Fox news. You have been commended for your altruistic efforts by a lot of political figures, religious leaders and the public in general. But you must admit you have pumped an inordinate amount of money into this. Why so much?”

“Fox news. Go McCain, eh? Well not anymore, anyway.” This sparked another round of laughter from the crowd. Dan Fisher didn’t find it funny though.
Well, aren’t you the comedian?

“Well , Mr. Dan Fisher. No amount of money can buy back what they’ve lost. .All we can do is trying and give them a better life. Give them back their dignity. Is that so wrong? Money isn’t everything, Fox news, no matter what the republicans tell you.”
There were some giggles from the crowd while Dan Fisher lowered his head, his face red.

“Mr. Lynch……… Matt Hartmann, CNN.”

“CNN…all right.” Said Victor his face beaming as he slapped his hands together.

“It’s been rumored that these children you take care of are completely under the care and protection of Lassenbach reforms for the rest of their lives is that true?”

“Yes..We make sure they are put in to foster homes that have gone though our screening processes, they well taken care of . We provide the foster parents with enough money to adequately provide for them. We bankroll their education and set them up in Lassenbach Co. after they’ve finished school, give them good jobs, make their lives a 100% better. That’s no rumor.”

“Quite commendable ,Mr. Lynch. But how would you respond to reports of the ‘curious’ selecting processes in which you are said to pick those children?”

“I’m sorry . I don’t know what you mean.”

“It has been said, Mr.Lynch,that you only pick the most violent children. The ones that grew up in the most desperate and brutal situations. Some are rumored to have underlying mental illnesses making hem more violent, more psychotic. You have a predilection for saving these kinds of children. In fact, most of the children under the care of Lassenbach and Co. are said to be child soldiers or from vicious gangs or dangerous environments. Do you care to comment?”

Mr. lynch’s face took on an irritated air and he seemed to almost snarl at the reporter.

“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard of. All I’m trying to do is help a couple of kids who never had the opportunities us here in the west have and all these vicious lies come out. Whatever happened to common decency, eh? To being your neighbor’s keeper?”

The CNN reporter was not unsettled though, he pushed his glasses back up on his nose and looked stonily back at Victor.

“Your ‘altruistic efforts ‘ extend to the West , too Mr. Lynch and still the same pattern exists. Do you care to comment?”
Victor Lynch’s face took on an unusual hue, but he seemed to control himself as he gave the reporter a forced smile.

“Next question, please?”

“There have also been reports of camps, Mr. Lynch. Several camps scattered around the world. Military base types. Are your ‘saved children” being taught how to kill, Mr. Lynch?”
Dean stared at the carrot topped reporter, an incredulous look on his face. He wasn’t the only one. The myriad of journalists and reporters had stopped trying to attract Mr. Lynch’s attention and turned to look at him.

Victor Lynch was still smiling, but he had gone very red. He gripped the edge of the podium and steadied himself. The journalists started looking up one by one, their faces suspicious.
Victor Lynch started to sweat.

“Those are serious allegations, Mr. Hartman. Do you have anything to back them up? “
Victor turned behind him, relief evident on his perfect features. The red haired woman gently pushed Victor to the side and stood in front of the podium.
Dean’s heart started hammering in his chest as beads of perspiration started forming on his forehead.
Chrissa Dale gave the still unruffled reporter one of her best smiles.

“Miss Dale..Surely Mr. Lynch can speak for himself.”

“Yes…yes he can, Mr. Hartman. But you are making unfounded allegations at a public gathering. Things like that can get you sued.”

“Miss Dale…I assure you….I..”

Chrissa Dale folded her arms across her chest and smiled down at the young carrot topped reporter, like a loving mother would look at a child that had been caught doing something bad.

“Victor Lynch is doing amazing job of helping children in need. An incredible job. . At great personal cost, he helps these children who have been through the most horrifying and repulsive circumstances that no human being should have to go through. No human being.”

“Miss Dale….?” Stammered the reporter.

“You sit on your cushy little backsides in your air conditioned offices, sure of a good meal and warm shelter when you get home. What do you know of human suffering, Mr. Hartman? What do you know about pain? Waking up in the cold , in the dark? Fear that before morning you might be raped or dismembered or worse? I don’t think so.”
Other reporters started giving the flame haired reporter contemptuous glances. He turned white but still held his head up. Chrissa Dale continued smiling sweetly.
Her eyes cold.

“I have seen suffering, Mr. Hartman. Great suffering. So has Mr. Lynch. What human being would not be moved by that? “ Chrissa Dale looked back at Victor who by now was staring at the woman in front of him, his face filled with awe.
Dan’s eyes narrowed.

“I really think that it’s really in poor taste for you to come here, in front of everyone ,spreading lies on live television. Considering the stellar reputation your network has garnered over the years, it’s amazing that they would send someone like you-so obviously more interested in gutter journalism –rather than the truth.
You should be ashamed, Mr. Hartman.”

There was silence...... you could hear a pin drop.
The carrot –topped reporter had by now gone completely scarlet. He stepped backwards and slunk away, his camera man following quickly behind him.
The crowd of journalist, correspondent, reporters looked up at the red-haired woman, obvious adoration in their faces. She smiled down at them, her hands still holding on to the edge of the podium.

“I feel so sorry for people that always try to take something good, clean and pure and sully it before the world. They just don’t believe in basic human kindness anymore. Everything has to have an angle; everything has to be some big conspiracy.”
The crowd murmured in agreement, their faces filled with adulation.
Chrissa Dale moved away from the podium and smiled encouragingly at her fiancée. Victor Lynch beamed back, his confidence having returned.
She’s got them all fooled.
Didn’t they know…couldn’t they tell?
She’s evil.

With an incredible act of will, Dean turned his face away from Chrissa Dale and looked around him. Two or three reporters that had been directly in front of him in front of him had their heads lowered and seemed to be staring intently at something on the ground... Dean followed their gaze. After some time, he looked back up again.

What the hell where they looking at? And why are they standing still?

The men didn’t move, their faces still facing downwards, their hands hanging by their sides. Dean went up to one of them and shook him gently.
“Hey, hey…… are you ok?” he whispered. He looked at the man’s eyes ere open but expressionless, his mouth hung open with a gooey liquid oozing from his mouth. Dean move back a little and looked at the other men that were huddled beside him.
They looked like statues. Statues made of flesh.
And everywhere was silent.

Dean swung around and looked wildly about him, his heart hammering in his chest (not for the first time that day), and his body going cold.
Everyone around him looked as if they were in a picture, all their movements stopped in time. The reporters had their faces frozen as they looked up at the stage, their hands raised in mid-air, their hair hung in the air. Dean looked behind him and saw the people behind the yellow line. They too stood rock-still. Some with their mouths open, others with their faces set in grim lines.

I‘ve taken my eyes off her.

“Turn around Dean Winchester. Let’s take a look at you. I can’t believe you came all this way to see lil ‘ole me.”
He’d know that voice anywhere.
Dean froze.

“Don’t be shy. Let me see you.” Dean tuned around slowly, his heart eating even faster.
She was still as beautiful as ever. Her face still small……. perfect...with. her eyes green and strangely luminous in the sun. . Her mouth was still bow shaped. She had obviously been in the sun more since he had seen her last. Her black suit covered her like a second skin. She balanced almost blithely on her stiletto heels, showing off her browned legs. She was taller than he remembered too.Or maybe it was just the heels.
Her eyes hadn’t changed though.
They were still cold.
Still full of hate.

[trickie]

Oh boy, dean still gets all hot and bothered around Chrissa. It must be some kind of spell...
Still as evil as ever, going after the children...C"mon Dean, snap out of it and get yourself together.


Nice chap.

~Trace~

[jessalyn]

There was silence for a while, for what seemed like an eternity.

“Well, say something Dean. I’ve only got some minutes left as it is.”
Dean regarded her coolly for a few minutes.

“You look thinner.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

There was more silence. Dean’s eyes never left her face while Chrissa’s never even blinked.

“So. How’s it been?” Dean said finally. “Still eating people? Killing kids? Or have you decided to officially enter the skank whore business?”
Chrissa Dale sneered.

“Well ….to answers your first two questions. Yeah, I am still eating people and no, I am not killing kids except the ones I eat anyway.” She added with a smile. Dean suddenly felt nauseous. She saw this and smiled.

“And I have found ….that being a 'skank whore' in today’s world, ain’t half bad. The important thing is make sure your clients can pay up.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Dean. Keeping a man happy seems to be the answer to a girl’s prayers, dontcha know?” Dean felt a rise of anger in his chest. He clenched his fists.
Calm down, Dean.

“That is not your body, you bitch.” He said softly.

“This body is whatever I want it to be.” She whispered.

“That’s a living breathing person in there. How dare you?”

The woman gave a deep sigh and put her hands through her hair.
“Did you come here to discuss morality or did you have something more important to say...I am on a clock.”

“I bet you say that to all the guys.”

“Just one, actually.” She turned back to the tall dark haired man behind her, his face frozen in time.
Dean’s heart thumped so loud, he thought any minute now it would burst out of her chest and land in front of him. She smiled.

“So. You came all this way to discus my sex life. That’s interesting Dean.”

“No. I couldn’t give a damn who you’re screwing.”

“I think you’re lying.”
There was more silence.
Dean swallowed.

“You don’t have long you know.”

“Oh? How’s that, Dean?”

“Make sure you enjoy all this while you can. “

“You’re still being cryptic. You do know what that means right?”
Dean walked a few steps toward her and gave a little smile of his own.

“As I said, enjoy the time you have left. Because I’m coming for you.”

“Because you’re coming for me? Another Dean-ish stamement loaded with barely restrained sexual innuendo” she gave a little laugh.

“That’s funny.”

“Yes. I thought it would be.”

Dean took another few steps toward her.

“I’m going to rip you out of her and drag you to hell.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” She sighed again.

“If I remember, your brother, who we both know is the brains of this outfit, tried that little stunt and ended up in a coma. That reminds me..... Dean. Does your brother still sleep?”

“Don’t worry about Sam. If I were you, I would be more worried about myself.”
She eyed him and folded her hands across her chest.

“You’ve never been to hell have you? I got that much from your ‘angel buddies’. All you did was fall.”
Her eyes seemed to get darker.

“I can tell you this much. I don’t think you’ll like it very much. No valet parking. Especially now, that I have it on good authority that you’re not as well loved by demon kind as you might have thought. In fact, many would like to see you go away for a long time. You’re cramping their style. “

“You can’t send me to hell, Dean. . .”

“Don’t be so sure.”

“Nobody can hurt me. Nobody can. What's a burnt –out, emotionally damaged freak like you going to do?"

“Sticks and stones.”

“So you came all this way to threaten me. Is that it?”

“I don’t make threats. Think of me as some kind of psychic, you know like Sam. I’m just telling your future.”
Chrissa Dale's eyes flickered.
Dean felt a small measure of triumph.
She’s afraid.
But it was only for a moment.

[trickie]

Nice!
But I really hope Dean has a way to back up his threats. Idle threats to Major demon bitches, could be dangerous to his health.

Nice.

Trace

[jessalyn]

She suddenly leaned forward and grasped Dean by his shoulders. Dean gasped as Chrissa Dale seized his face in her hands and thrust her face In front of him.
Dean went cold.

She glared at him for a few seconds, her green eyes boring into his face... She then sniffed him.
Dean’s heart seemed to stop.
She sniffed him a couple more times and then pushed him gently backwards.

“You’re hiding something. What could Winchester man be hiding from me?”

Dean straightened himself up again, but it took a while to stop the trembling. .
She stepped back from him and folded her arms against her chest.

“But for the sake of argument, let’s say you’re telling the truth. How exactly do you intend to send me to hell? Are you going to stop the end of the world?”

‘Yeah. About that. Is that ever gonna happen or is it all a great big con, kinda like you?”
Her eyes narrowed again, but the smile never left her face.

“My dear Dean, it has already begun.”

“What exactly? You and Mr. Wonderful, around the world, smiling for the cameras? I guess you’re right, we’ve been exposed to that , 24 hours a day for the past 2 years.Yep, you’re right. The world has been in hell since you arrived.”

“When my demon soldiers arise, you won’t be quiet so snide.”

“What demon soldiers?” Dean asked. The reporter’s words came back to him.
Are your saved children being taught how to kill, Mr. Lynch?

“You’re doing it again.” He rubbed his face with his hands and looked at the woman incredulously.

“You’re possessing children. You’re making them kill.” He continued.
She smiled and walked toward Dean, linking her hands together.

“Ah, finally...the lights are coming on." she gave a little laugh." You know there is something I've discovered a wonderful thing about this world. You can do whatever you like with people nobody wants.....you know... people nobody cares about. Especially children. They are so grateful to us. Just because we cared.” She started walking around Dean, stopping just behind him.

“We gave them food, shelter and in return we get their total and complete loyalty. They’ll do anything for us. Victor and I They'll do anything we ask them they’ll even kill.”
Dean didn’t dare look behind him.

“And kill they shall. There are thousands of them, scattered all over the world. Angry at the society that left them to rot. They’ll do anything to get their revenge. We help them deal with that rage. Help them channel it in constructive and healthy way”

“You keep them in camps….”

“Honing their skills. Getting them prepared. For the war that's coming “She continued walking until she came right round to face Dean again.
.Don’t let her see you afraid.
Dean snorted.

“So that’s your big plan? Not very original, but I guess it works.”

“No actually that’s just dessert. The real surprise, that’s still a-coming.”

“What surprise?”

“Aw, Dean. If I tell you it won’t be a surprise any more, would it?” She came closer to him till her face was directly in front of his.

“But the real question is …..Why are you ‘really’ here?”

“I’ve told you. I’m going to send you back to hell. Thought I should give you a chance to get all set. Pack light, it’s real hot.” Dean sneered.

“Liar, Liar.” She moved even closer, the tip of her nose touching his lips.”The only person on this earth that can send me to hell is in Room 405 in Hudson General.”
Dean flinched, causing her to give a little laugh. She lifted her hand to his face.

“I know why you’re here. I know exactly why.” Dean didn’t move, his eyes never leaving her face.

“You want to save her. You need to save her…this body. This Chrissa Dale. You have her on the brain. Or you have me on the brain.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dean whispered.

“You think I don’t know? About your obsession …….with her…with me? How you’ve been stalking me ever since I got back into the country? “

“You think if you save her…..” she continued if you send me to hell, you’ll be able to forgive yourself. Forgive yourself for what happened to your brother. Forgive yourself for falling in love with a monster. Forgive yourself for wanting me eve though you know exactly what I am.”
Dean swallowed.

“You’re insane.”

“No. That’s why you’re here. You want me still.”

“Don’t flatter yourself!” Dean snarled, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. She stopped a few feet from him and put her hands down.

“No. This has nothing to do with flattery and everything to do with you and me. I really got to you didn’t I? I just thought Chrissa Dale would be way to get closer to you. But the strangest thing happened. You fell in love with her…..with me. That surprised me. But it served me well.”

“There’s nothing between you and me. You’re a monster.” She raised her hand to his face and touched his cheek lightly.

“That’s why you’re here alone? Without back-up…without a weapon?”
Dean didn’t move.

“Admit it , Dean you couldn’t keep away. You’re drawn to me. I am everything you want, everything you will ever want. That’s why you’re here. “

“Shut up.” Dean felt himself weaken as her hand slid down his face and stopped at his lips.
Don’t let her touch you.
If she touches you………
You’ll follow her anywhere.
And nothing will matter any more.
Dean closed his eyes.

“Big Boom.”
Dean opened his eyes again. She had moved back now, her green eyes dancing impishly in her head.

“What….”

“Big Bada boom.” She repeated . She smiled at him and started walking toward the platform.
Dean just stared after her, his mouth slightly open. She was half way up the stairs when she turned back to him.

“I’m not going anywhere for a long time, so if you need me. I’ll be in the penthouse with Victor...” She pointed up wards at the tall building.”You can’t miss it.” she then turned and looked directly at him again.
Her face full of hidden meaning.

“I’ll be waiting for ya.”
She climbed up the rest of the stairs to the podium and stood beside her frozen fiancée.
She waved at Dean.

Everybody started talking at once; the journalists started waving hands, eager for their questions to be answered. Victor Lynch put his hands around his the red head, smiling broadly.
The crowd cheered behind him.
Dean looked at her for a long time. He turned and walked back across the street. The crowd in front of him got more raucous as he approached them. Then the blared out from under his suit. He flipped it open.

“Hey Dean. Are you still there?” a rough voice answered.

“Ben. I’m just leaving. Are you guys done, have you buried them?”

“Yeah they’re in the ground. I, Pete and Dan buried them at all the four points. . We can enter now. Avoid their spells. They’ll never see us coming.”

“That’s great. Thanks Ben.”

“Are you ok, Dean? What happened? You distracted her, right?”

“Yeah. I did. I’m just……”

“Is Joshua with you?”

“God no. “

“Yeah, that’s one way to screw everything up.” The other voice added with a chuckle.

“Well…thanks, Ben. We’ll see tonight. We have a lot to do.”

“Alright. I’ll bring the others. See you tonight.” The line went dead.
As soon as Dean put the phone back in his pocket, the phone rang again. He looked at the screen and cursed silently.

“Joshua...what is it, now?’

“It’s Bobby, Dean. He just called. “
Dean went cold.

“What is it?”

‘I don’t know. But Dr. Gupta called him. Told him to get to the hospital, right away. I ….I think it’s about Sam.”

Dean snapped the phone shut and looked back across the street.
Chrissa Dale was looking straight at him.