She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}

16|Psychic Exorcism

The astronaut egged the Impala, so Sam and I had to wait until Dean got her cleaned up before we could go anywhere. I noticed Sam seemed upset as we sat in the Impala waiting for Dean to join us.

"What?" I asked him.

"Nothing," he shook his head.

He looked down at his lap at the hex bag that matched the other two that Cass and Uriel had found in our room. Dean climbed into the driver's seat then, immediately picking up on the atmosphere inside the car.

"I thought they'd be different," Sam sighed.

"Who, the angels?" Dean asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, we tried to tell ya," I pointed out.

"I just... I mean, I thought they'd be righteous."

"Well, they are righteous," Dean pointed out, "I mean, that's kinda the problem. Of course there's nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission."

"But, I mean, this is God?" Sam looked over at his brother then back at me. "And Heaven? This is what I've been praying to?"

I felt a pang of sympathy in my chest. Back on the rougarou case when Sam and Dean were still fighting, Sam had confided in me, wondering if he was making the right choice continuing to believe and pray every day.

"Look, man, I know you're into the whole God thing, you know, Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that," Dean started. "But just because there's a couple of bad apples, doesn't mean the whole barrel's rotten. I mean, for all we know, God hates these jerks. Don't give up on this stuff, is all I'm saying. Babe Ruth was a dick but baseball's still a beautiful game."

Sam was quiet, going back to studying the hex bag in his lap. Dean and I made eye contact in the rear view mirror.

'I love you,' I mouthed at him and he winked.

"Well, are you gonna figure out a way to find this witch, or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?" Dean inquired.

I felt my cheeks heat up, despite the fact that I knew he was referring to the charred baby bone from the hex bag that Sam was staring at intently. Dean started the Impala then, the engine purring to life.

"You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this, guys?" Sam inquired.

"No," Dean shook his head.

"I'm guessing more than a fire or kitchen oven," I piped up in the backseat.

"Yeah, a lot more," Sam nodded.

"Okay, Betty Crocker, what does that mean?" Dean quipped.

"It means we make a stop," Sam looked over.

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We found a bunch of non-charred bones in a locked drawer of Don's desk at the school. So we headed to Don's house to find him in the basement performing the summoning ritual with Tracy tied up ready to be the final sacrifice. We shot and killed him before he could complete the ritual and I went to untie Tracy while Sam and Dean checked his body.

"Thank you," Tracy said once the gag was out of her mouth, "he was gonna kill me! Ugh, that sick son of a bitch. I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was?"

We all froze, realizing we'd made a big mistake. We weren't wrong about Tracy. We just hadn't considered a third possibility: there were two witches. Her and Don; brother and sister. We all moved to grab our guns again, but before we could, Tracy yelled an incantation and sent us across the room.

"He was gonna make me the final sacrifice, his idea, but now," Tracy smiled, "that honor goes to him. Our master's plan? The spell work's a two man job, so for six hundred years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, preparing, unbearable."

She picked up the knife and chalice Don had been using, resuming the ritual as she monologued.

"The whole time I wanted to rip his face off," she looked over at us. "And you get him with a gun, uh, love that."

Tracy walked over the altar on the table.

"You know, back in the day, this was the one day you kept your children inside. Well tonight you'll see what Halloween really is."

While she finished the ritual, Sam smeared blood on all of our faces, urging Dean and I to follow his lead. When Tracy stopped talking, the ground cracked and black smoke poured through and went into Don's dead body. We all held very still as Samhain killed Tracy and walked out of the house without paying us any mind. Figuring the most likely place the demon would go to raise more creatures was the cemetery, we hurried in that direction.

As we drove, both Dean and I tried to talk Sam out of using his psychic abilities against Samhain. When we got to the crypt where Samhain disappeared into, a bunch of teenagers were there locked in with zombies.

"Help them," Sam instructed Dean and I.

"Dude, you're not going off alone," Dean told him.

"Do it!"

Sam hurried off before Dean or I could protest again.

"Stand back! Stand back!" I told the teenagers as Dean raised his gun.

He shot the lock, and I rushed forward, opening the gate and letting the group out.

"You take care of them, I'm going after Sam," I told Dean.

"Ellie!"

"I'm not letting him go dark side, Dean!"

I rushed off in the direction Sam had gone before Dean could say anything else to me.

"Please, don't be too late," I muttered.

When I finally caught up, Sam and Samhain were fighting. Sam was using the knife, but then Samhain threw him across the room. As Samhain moved to attack again, Sam raised his hand to use his psychic powers on the demon. I swallowed hard as I watched, Dean running up to me and observing the scene in silence as well. Samhain struggled against Sam's powers, but Sam just remained concentrated on his task. I noticed him glance over his shoulder at Dean and I briefly, but he just continued anyway. It looked like the exorcism was using a lot more concentration than Sam had previously used.

Finally, the demonic smoke exited Don's body and it fell to the floor. I hung my head, unable to look at Sam as he lowered his arm and turned to face Dean and I. Sam kept his eyes averted and Dean just stared at him sadly, with a tiny bit of fear in his eyes.