Two
Orphan cont'd
"When was the last time tu went to the grocery store?" Dean asked, taking the last swig of his cerveza bottle. "Running low on supplies, little brother.
"Oh, I'm sorry, let me just take some money out of the seguro and head on down there now," Adam dicho sarcastically. "Wait, I can't, because I don't have a job. Because I can't leave the house. Because Demons and ángeles are after me."
Dean sighed heavily. "Smart ass."
"We'll go to the store for dinner," Sam interjected. "It's okay. And tu can't leave the house. Because of the Demons and the Angels. It's only been three years, and we're just trying to be careful."
Adam sighed, rising with his own plate and carrying it to the sink. "So what is all this about?" he asked. "Why now?"
Sam looked at Dean, and they were both quiet for a few segundos before Cas spoke.
"The important thing is that we have to stop it. This plan cannot come to fruition, and no matter what happens, the Demons cannot get their hands on Mary."
"Why do they want her?" Adam asked.
"Oh, same old, same old," Dean shrugged. "Demons are trying to bring back Lilith. End of the world. Pull Lucifer back out of his cage. Nothing new."
"It is new," Sam corrected. "This isn't about Azazel. No nuns are gonna be disemboweled this time. These Demons are looking for a little girl to use her. They don't care about her, and it's our job to protect her. No matter what."
Dean sighed shaking his head.
It was quiet a minute, maybe, and Cas spoke again.
"The main thing tu have to know about Lilin," he began, "is they're all connected. They can sense each other, and they can communicate with each other. That's probably how the Demons found Mary. When Lilin are children, they do it unconsciously. After she was told about this, Mary probably began thinking about it. And they sensed her."
"So all we have to do is make her stop thinking about her evil perra siblings, and she'll be safe," Dean cracked. "Awesome."
Sam looked at Mary as she sat at the mesa, tabla quietly, her head hung low and her arms crossed over her middle like she'd been doing the día before. He sighed, moving from his chair to hers and lifting her in his arms to carry her from the kitchen.
No one dicho anything, but about a million más things needed to be dicho hung in the air, heavy with confusion, anger and condescension.
Sam carried Mary to an empty bedroom, sitting her on the cama and then sitting siguiente to her as she spoke.
"This is my fault," she said.
"No, it isn't," Sam insisted.
"But my mom and dad are dead because of me. Because I wanted to keep them safe. I disobeyed."
Sam sat up straight. "Disobeyed who?" he asked.
Mary lifted her eyes to Sam's. "The lady in my dreams. She told me not to leave my room. But I did, and she killed them."
"Did tu see her, Mary?" Sam asked. "Did tu see the Demon when she attacked?"
"No. But — "
"Then there wasn't anything tu could have done," Sam told her. "The Demon would have killed them anyway. tu tried to protect them. tu did something the Demon wasn't expecting, and it had to rethink how to handle you. You're stronger than these Demons. tu loved your parents, and tu tried to keep them safe, just like they tried to keep tu safe. They were your family. Now Dean and Adam and me are gonna be your family."
Mary bowed her head again. "Dean doesn't like me," she dicho softly.
"Dean doesn't trust the Demons who are going this. He has a difficult time seeing grey. It's all black and white to him."
"And I'm grey?"
Sam couldn't keep from smiling, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Something like that. Listen, we're trying to figure this out. Even Dean. So just trust us, okay? And if tu have any questions, just ask. I'll do my best to answer them. Okay?"
She nodded.
"Now stay up here for right now. Try to think about your parents. They'd want tu to be safe. That's all we want. All right?"
"All right."
Sam leaned forward, lightly besar Mary's forehead and then leaning back to look her in the eyes. For a few seconds, he didn't do anything. And then he stood up, leaving the room slowly with the door open.
As he stepped into the hallway, Sam took out his phone, scrolling through his contacts and getting to the S's and dialing the number he needed. A distinctively female voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey," Sam said, "it's me. Did tu get my messages?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"And?"
"It's pretty radical, Sam. But I'll see what I can do. I won't make any promises."
"That's okay. Really. As long as tu try."
She sighed softly. "You know I will. Even after eight years, of course, I'll try."
"Okay. Thanks. Bye."
"Bye, Sam."
He turned off his phone, moving to the stairs and returning to the cocina where Adam was washing their dishes. Dean and Cas were back in Bobby's main room, but they weren't doing anything. Sam guessed they were both mulling over the current situation. Sam moved to Adam's side, speaking softly.
"So, how are tu doin', seriously?" Sam asked his younger brother.
"Oh, I'm great," Adam said, sarcasm still laced through his voice. "Why wouldn't I be? I've been in this house for two years. I can't leave. I can't even go outside. Why wouldn't I be okay with that?"
"Do tu want to die?" Sam asked. "Again."
Adam sighed heavily putting up the last dish and drying his hands. "No, Sam. I don't want to die. Even again. But I can't even live! How am I supposed to not what to live?"
Sam looked into the other room where Dean was watching them. "Fair question. And if we could guarantee your safety, tu wouldn't be here."
"You'll never be able to make me any guarantees, Sam," Adam exclaimed. "Whether I'm killed por a Demon o hit por a bus, at least it'd be on my terms and not theirs. I hate sitting here all día with nothing to do. Even Cas doesn't come around as often as he used to. tu can't protect me forever."
"No," Sam agreed. "But we can try."
Adam scoffed, folding his arms over his chest stubbornly.
Sam sighed softly, speaking gently. "Just watch Mary," Sam pleaded. "We're trying to figure this out, okay?"
Adam shook his head, moving around Sam to go upstairs. "Whatever."
Sam watched him leave before he moved into the main room.
"We need to figure this out now," Sam said. "Demons will catch on to where Mary is pretty fast. So will the other Angels. I know there are still some hold-outs from Lucifer's defeat."
"None of the Angels," Cas began, "would be able to hurt Mary. They might not help, but they would not hurt her."
"Then we still need to find out how these Demons are going to use Mary to bring Lilith back," Sam pressed. He looked at Cas.
Two o three segundos passed, and Cas spoke. "The Lilin are not like Cambion. They are not part Demon o part-Human. They're born into creation as innocent creatures that lack the full capacity of their origins. They have a clean slate, if tu will to call it. But as they grow, it changes. They change."
"I thought tu dicho most of these things don't ever get born," Dean said. "How can they grown and change?"
"I dicho most," Cas agreed. "But for every Hundred Lilin that die every day, one is changed. One survives. We don't know how. There are so few, but they do exist. We just don't know for certain. Mary was the last one to survive before Lilith went on her tirade to survive the apocalypse. If Lilith is resurrected, más would start to be born again. We can't let that happen."
"How do we keep it from happening?" Sam asked. "What's this ritual the Demons have to perform over her?"
"It must involve six pure children whose names will lista the host of their sacrifice when killed in the order they were stolen. And their ages will combine numerically to facilitate the Chosen's transformation. Before the Full Moon. As I dicho before."
Dean looked at Sam.
"Their names and ages?" Sam asked.
"Yes," Cas confirmed.
Without waiting, Sam left and retrieved the files they'd collected in New York, bringing them into the main room and opening them up unceremoniously over Bobby's desk. Dean stood up to look with him, and as Sam listed the names and ages of the kidnaped girls, Dean wrote them down.
"The first girl to disappear was Lauren," Sam began. "She was six. The segundo girl, Diana was nine. The third, Silvia was seven. The fourth, Nadia was seven. The fifth, Lisette was nine. And the last girl, Annabeth was six."
It only took Dean a minuto to add up the ages, discovering them to equal "8," and Sam took the names, listing them in order and almost immediately seeing "Lilith" pop out in front of his eyes. He sighed softly.
"It was staring us in the face the entire time," he dicho obviously.
Dean looked at Cas, and neither of them dicho anything.
Orphan cont'd
"When was the last time tu went to the grocery store?" Dean asked, taking the last swig of his cerveza bottle. "Running low on supplies, little brother.
"Oh, I'm sorry, let me just take some money out of the seguro and head on down there now," Adam dicho sarcastically. "Wait, I can't, because I don't have a job. Because I can't leave the house. Because Demons and ángeles are after me."
Dean sighed heavily. "Smart ass."
"We'll go to the store for dinner," Sam interjected. "It's okay. And tu can't leave the house. Because of the Demons and the Angels. It's only been three years, and we're just trying to be careful."
Adam sighed, rising with his own plate and carrying it to the sink. "So what is all this about?" he asked. "Why now?"
Sam looked at Dean, and they were both quiet for a few segundos before Cas spoke.
"The important thing is that we have to stop it. This plan cannot come to fruition, and no matter what happens, the Demons cannot get their hands on Mary."
"Why do they want her?" Adam asked.
"Oh, same old, same old," Dean shrugged. "Demons are trying to bring back Lilith. End of the world. Pull Lucifer back out of his cage. Nothing new."
"It is new," Sam corrected. "This isn't about Azazel. No nuns are gonna be disemboweled this time. These Demons are looking for a little girl to use her. They don't care about her, and it's our job to protect her. No matter what."
Dean sighed shaking his head.
It was quiet a minute, maybe, and Cas spoke again.
"The main thing tu have to know about Lilin," he began, "is they're all connected. They can sense each other, and they can communicate with each other. That's probably how the Demons found Mary. When Lilin are children, they do it unconsciously. After she was told about this, Mary probably began thinking about it. And they sensed her."
"So all we have to do is make her stop thinking about her evil perra siblings, and she'll be safe," Dean cracked. "Awesome."
Sam looked at Mary as she sat at the mesa, tabla quietly, her head hung low and her arms crossed over her middle like she'd been doing the día before. He sighed, moving from his chair to hers and lifting her in his arms to carry her from the kitchen.
No one dicho anything, but about a million más things needed to be dicho hung in the air, heavy with confusion, anger and condescension.
Sam carried Mary to an empty bedroom, sitting her on the cama and then sitting siguiente to her as she spoke.
"This is my fault," she said.
"No, it isn't," Sam insisted.
"But my mom and dad are dead because of me. Because I wanted to keep them safe. I disobeyed."
Sam sat up straight. "Disobeyed who?" he asked.
Mary lifted her eyes to Sam's. "The lady in my dreams. She told me not to leave my room. But I did, and she killed them."
"Did tu see her, Mary?" Sam asked. "Did tu see the Demon when she attacked?"
"No. But — "
"Then there wasn't anything tu could have done," Sam told her. "The Demon would have killed them anyway. tu tried to protect them. tu did something the Demon wasn't expecting, and it had to rethink how to handle you. You're stronger than these Demons. tu loved your parents, and tu tried to keep them safe, just like they tried to keep tu safe. They were your family. Now Dean and Adam and me are gonna be your family."
Mary bowed her head again. "Dean doesn't like me," she dicho softly.
"Dean doesn't trust the Demons who are going this. He has a difficult time seeing grey. It's all black and white to him."
"And I'm grey?"
Sam couldn't keep from smiling, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Something like that. Listen, we're trying to figure this out. Even Dean. So just trust us, okay? And if tu have any questions, just ask. I'll do my best to answer them. Okay?"
She nodded.
"Now stay up here for right now. Try to think about your parents. They'd want tu to be safe. That's all we want. All right?"
"All right."
Sam leaned forward, lightly besar Mary's forehead and then leaning back to look her in the eyes. For a few seconds, he didn't do anything. And then he stood up, leaving the room slowly with the door open.
As he stepped into the hallway, Sam took out his phone, scrolling through his contacts and getting to the S's and dialing the number he needed. A distinctively female voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey," Sam said, "it's me. Did tu get my messages?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"And?"
"It's pretty radical, Sam. But I'll see what I can do. I won't make any promises."
"That's okay. Really. As long as tu try."
She sighed softly. "You know I will. Even after eight years, of course, I'll try."
"Okay. Thanks. Bye."
"Bye, Sam."
He turned off his phone, moving to the stairs and returning to the cocina where Adam was washing their dishes. Dean and Cas were back in Bobby's main room, but they weren't doing anything. Sam guessed they were both mulling over the current situation. Sam moved to Adam's side, speaking softly.
"So, how are tu doin', seriously?" Sam asked his younger brother.
"Oh, I'm great," Adam said, sarcasm still laced through his voice. "Why wouldn't I be? I've been in this house for two years. I can't leave. I can't even go outside. Why wouldn't I be okay with that?"
"Do tu want to die?" Sam asked. "Again."
Adam sighed heavily putting up the last dish and drying his hands. "No, Sam. I don't want to die. Even again. But I can't even live! How am I supposed to not what to live?"
Sam looked into the other room where Dean was watching them. "Fair question. And if we could guarantee your safety, tu wouldn't be here."
"You'll never be able to make me any guarantees, Sam," Adam exclaimed. "Whether I'm killed por a Demon o hit por a bus, at least it'd be on my terms and not theirs. I hate sitting here all día with nothing to do. Even Cas doesn't come around as often as he used to. tu can't protect me forever."
"No," Sam agreed. "But we can try."
Adam scoffed, folding his arms over his chest stubbornly.
Sam sighed softly, speaking gently. "Just watch Mary," Sam pleaded. "We're trying to figure this out, okay?"
Adam shook his head, moving around Sam to go upstairs. "Whatever."
Sam watched him leave before he moved into the main room.
"We need to figure this out now," Sam said. "Demons will catch on to where Mary is pretty fast. So will the other Angels. I know there are still some hold-outs from Lucifer's defeat."
"None of the Angels," Cas began, "would be able to hurt Mary. They might not help, but they would not hurt her."
"Then we still need to find out how these Demons are going to use Mary to bring Lilith back," Sam pressed. He looked at Cas.
Two o three segundos passed, and Cas spoke. "The Lilin are not like Cambion. They are not part Demon o part-Human. They're born into creation as innocent creatures that lack the full capacity of their origins. They have a clean slate, if tu will to call it. But as they grow, it changes. They change."
"I thought tu dicho most of these things don't ever get born," Dean said. "How can they grown and change?"
"I dicho most," Cas agreed. "But for every Hundred Lilin that die every day, one is changed. One survives. We don't know how. There are so few, but they do exist. We just don't know for certain. Mary was the last one to survive before Lilith went on her tirade to survive the apocalypse. If Lilith is resurrected, más would start to be born again. We can't let that happen."
"How do we keep it from happening?" Sam asked. "What's this ritual the Demons have to perform over her?"
"It must involve six pure children whose names will lista the host of their sacrifice when killed in the order they were stolen. And their ages will combine numerically to facilitate the Chosen's transformation. Before the Full Moon. As I dicho before."
Dean looked at Sam.
"Their names and ages?" Sam asked.
"Yes," Cas confirmed.
Without waiting, Sam left and retrieved the files they'd collected in New York, bringing them into the main room and opening them up unceremoniously over Bobby's desk. Dean stood up to look with him, and as Sam listed the names and ages of the kidnaped girls, Dean wrote them down.
"The first girl to disappear was Lauren," Sam began. "She was six. The segundo girl, Diana was nine. The third, Silvia was seven. The fourth, Nadia was seven. The fifth, Lisette was nine. And the last girl, Annabeth was six."
It only took Dean a minuto to add up the ages, discovering them to equal "8," and Sam took the names, listing them in order and almost immediately seeing "Lilith" pop out in front of his eyes. He sighed softly.
"It was staring us in the face the entire time," he dicho obviously.
Dean looked at Cas, and neither of them dicho anything.