You leave your spot to rush back over to them, gasping softly when you see two young kids inside the holding cells with ties around their wrists and gags over their mouths. You enter the holding cell just as Sam and Dean remove their binds and gags.
"You're Dr. Silver's boys?" Sam asks, and they both nod. "Alright, don't worry. We're going to get you out of here. Keys?"
"Here they are," you state and grab them once you find them.
You are the one to release them from their handcuffs, and the poor children look scared to death. You crouch down to be more on their level and smile up at them kindly.
"We're not going to hurt you, okay? My name is Y/N, and they are Sam and Dean. Listen, those cops are never coming back, okay? They won't be able to hurt you anymore. What are your names?"
"Joe. This is Ryan," the older brother says and motions to his younger one.
"Hey, Ryan. How are you doing?" you ask, but he doesn't say anything.
"He won't talk, not since they came for us," Joe sighs.
"Alright, listen Joe. You understand what's going on around here, don't you?" you ask, and he nods. "So, first we've gotta make sure you're you."
"How are you going to do that?"
"There are actually a few dozen tests, but I'll try my best not to hurt you, okay?"
You know exactly how to distract them while you do your work–your magic. You use your magic to shine and sparkle and create images and pictures as you do your tests, and it seems to work on them. You get through every test without a problem, and that's enough for you to dee them innocent and pure. Once finished, you bring them back into the main room where your dad and Castiel are. Apparently, they decide to give the Sheriff a break and stew by himself.
"Got a couple of hungry human boys here," Dean says as you all walk into the room.
"So, you two never heard them talk about a mother, or someone named Eve?" Sam asks the boys.
"It was just me and Ryan in there," Joe shakes his head.
"And your parents?" you wonder.
"Cops said we were next. He said we were food."
"Do you have any other family?"
"An uncle in Merritt."
"Isn't that fifteen miles outside of town? We'll get you there," you declare, and Dean nods in agreement.
"Dean, Y/N, may I have a word?" the angel asks, and you two walk off to the side with him "We need to find Eve now."
"Yeah. Go. Sam, Y/N, and I just gotta make a milk run."
"We need your help here."
"Castiel, chill. We'll be back in a few. We promise," you say.
"Dean, Y/N, millions of lives are at stake here, not just two. Stay focused."
"Are you joking right now? Castiel, they are children. Calm down. We can help both causes. What's the matter with you?" you scoff.
"There's a greater purpose here," he sighs.
"You know what, I'm getting a little sick and tired of the greater purposes, okay? I think what we'd like to do now is save a couple of kids... if you don't mind. We'll catch up," Dean puts his foot down.
"Okay guys, let's go," you say to the two little boys.
Castiel doesn't like this, but he can shove it up his ass. You leave with the two sets of brothers. You sit int he backseat with them to keep them company, but they seem to be dealing with this all on their own. It's better to be here with them instead of with Castiel and your dad because this is where the monsters aren't. You're much safer here than over there.
"Hey, you should get some rest," Joe whispers to his brother and wraps an arm around him.
You smile adoringly at the image of the two young brothers leaning on each other. They remind you of Sam and Dean, but you don't say anything about it. You look at Dean through the rearview mirror, and he smiles gently when he sees the same thing. He rushes to get the kids back to their family, and by the time you get there, it's already night time. The kids are reunited with their uncle, and he hugs them gratefully. It's nice to see a wholesome moment between them, but you have to gt back in order to deal with Eve. By the time you get back to the station, the sheriff is decapitated.
"Rigorous interrogation, huh?" Dean comments.
"Well, we got a location. Now we just gotta get close enough to take a shot," your dad sighs.
"Alright. Well, let's all take one," Dean says and takes out the shotgun shells that you two made earlier. He hands everyone one except for you. You aren't going to need a gun when you have your magic with you. "Load 'em up. Make 'em count."
He keeps two for himself, and you just sigh. You're not sure what is going to happen with her, but you have to be prepared. Now that you have the address, 25 Buckley Street, you walk with everyone else to the diner that you were in earlier. If Eve has truly spent her entire time in this diner, then why did she ever let you enter the place? Most importantly, why did she let you leave?
"You gotta be kidding me. She's been in there the whole time?" Dean gasps.
"Why'd she ever let us in? Or out?" Sam voices your thoughts.
"Well, there's one way to find out."
"What, just stroll in? We don't know who's human or who's her," your dad makes a good point.
"Well, there's one way to draw her out. Sam and I will go in. Y/N, you stay out here with them."
"Yeah, of course," you nod.
"Dean," your dad sighs.
"Look. If we don't get a shot off, you three better," Dean says seriously.
"That's the plan?" you ask.
"Pretty much."
Sam hands your dad his bag, but Dean takes his bag with him. The brothers walk into the diner, and you hang back–worrying and wondering if they are even going to make it out of there alive.
"Well at least it ain't complicated," your dad scoffs.
All the worrying and stressing is causing your daughter to kick more. She senses how tense you are, and she feels more constricted when you are. She kicks to allow more room for her to move, and that hurts you. She kicks on or near your major organs, and you groan painfully as you put a hand to where she is kicking.
"I'm fine," you say before Castiel of your dad could even say anything about it.
"I'm sick and tired of hearing that come out of your mouth," your dad hisses.
"What do you want me to say, dad? I am truly fine. She's just kicking in spots that hurt. It's not like I'm going into early labor or something. Trust me, if it was something to be concerned about, I would tell you and you know it."
Sam and Dean are seated at the counter because the blinds are open, and you can see inside the diner. A young woman stands behind the counter, and you squint to see if it's Eve or not. Everyone inside the diner must be a monster because each and every one of them close the blinds so that you can't see inside the diner. She knows you're out there, so you have to be very careful so you don't get caught or killed.
You're about to go inside and kill some bitches, but both men grab your arms to stop you. Castiel is holding your right arm and your dad is holding your left.
"You have to let me go in. They could need me," you struggle.
"Going in there is a suicide mission and you know it," your dad says.
Something makes a noise on the side of the diner, and all three heads turn to the side to see if someone is going to try and escape.
"Come on, we have to check it out," you whisper and head over to the source of the noise.
Castiel and your dad are close behind, but there is no need to be. There is no one here, and you're wondering if they did this to lure you to the side so they can escape through the front. You're about to book it back to the front of the diner when someone traps you with their arms. You look back to see a Jefferson Starship with an evil smile on his face. Castiel and your dad are also caught, and they hustle you into the diner through a side door.
"I'm sorry," you whisper to Sam and Dean when they see you and the other two men.
"Well, so much for your plan B," Eve says.
You're so confused as to why you see Mary Winchester instead of Eve, but you know she is only making her look like Mary to get under Sam and Dean's skin. Dean moves to go to you, but Eve just shakes her head with a tsk of her lips.
"Don't even think about it. She'll be dead by the time you reach her," she chuckles. "I wonder what a pregnant monster would do for me."
"Don't you even think about it, bitch," Dean growls.
She just laughs and turns to the angel with a smirk on her face.
"And you, wondering why so flaccid? I'm older than you, Castiel. I know what makes angels tick. Long as I'm around, consider yourself unplugged." She turns to Sam and Dean next. "Work for me. It's a good deal. Bonus, I won't kill your friends or your preggo girlfriend."
"Alright, look. The last few months, we've been working for an evil dick. We're not about to sign up for an evil bitch. We don't work with demons. We don't work with monsters. If that means you gotta kill us, then kill us!" Dean yells.
"Or, I turn you, and you do what I want anyway," she chuckles.
"Beat me with a wire hanger, the answer's still no."
She moves so quickly you don't really see it happening. She moves from behind the counter to behind Dean, and she grabs his shoulders to keep him in place. Sam gets up to attack her, but two of her other monsters hold him in place so he can't move.
"Don't test me," she whispers threateningly.
"Bite me," he growls.
She does exactly as he asks, and you struggle against the Starship that is holding you.
"No! Dean!" you yell.
"Dean!" Castiel yells.
Eve pulls away from Dean with her hands to her throat. She starts choking, and you look between Dean and Eve to figure out whatever the hell he did to make her like this.
"Phoenix ash. One shell, one ounce of whiskey," he reveals and shows the shotgun shell he emptied and drank. "Down the hatch. Little musty on the afterburn. Call you later, Mom."
A light shines from Eve's chest as she morphs back into her true self instead of as Mary. She chokes on the ash that is now in her system, and it's slowly killing her from the inside out. Dark liquid seeps out of her mouth and nose, but no one has the balls to do anything about it. Maybe she will die, maybe she won't, but her monsters watch with their hearts in their stomachs. She basically chokes to death and falls to the floor. That's when the Jefferson Starships begin attacking. You're quick to put a forcefield around yourself when the fighting starts, and the Starship that was holding starts banging on the forcefield in anger.
The minute that Eve dies, Castiel has his powers. He holds out his hand and it starts to glow bright white.
"Shut your eyes!" he yells.
He creates a blast of white light throughout the diner, killing all the monsters. The amount of power that he holds is enough to set off a car alarm outside. When the light dies down, all the monsters are dead.
"We got to take you on more monster hunts," your dad pants.
"Hey Cas, um, Dean's bleeding pretty good," Sam says.
You lower your forcefield and rush over to Dean to see how much he is bleeding.
"Yeah, I think she turned me into a Jefferson Starship. Could you clear that up too?" Dean winces. Castiel touches Dean's shoulder, and his wound is healed instantaneously. "Alright, we're good. We got to go. Now."
"Where?" Castiel asks.
"The kid. The little kid. He's one of them."
"Wait what?" you gasp.
"Unbelievable," Castiel growls.
"Yeah, I know Cas, you told me, alright. Let's just go," he grumbles.
The angel shakes his head in disbelief, but he teleports everyone over to the uncle's house in Merritt. There is no question that the uncle is dead, and he confirms your suspicion when you see the uncle lying dead on the floor.
"So, we kill the wicked witch and she still wins. I mean they could've turned half the town by now," Dean groans. Castiel is about to say something, but Dean holds up his finger to stop him. "Don't say it."
Your dad leaves the group to investigate the rest of the house, and when he pulls open the basement door, both young children fall dead to the floor.
"Found them," he announces.
"Who killed them?" you ask when you head over there.
Sam bends down and he touches something on the floor that he rubs between his fingers.
"Demons. So what do you think?"
"I think that demons don't give a shit about monster tweens unless they're told to."
"So, you think she was telling the truth?" Sam asks.
"Telling the truth? What did she say?" you ask.
"She said that Crowley's still kicking," Dean reveals.
"What?!" you yell but calm down immediately.
"But I burned his bones, how c—? Was she certain?" the angel asks.
He doesn't seem that surprised, but this is troubling times.
"She sounded pretty sure. According to her, Crowley's still waterboarding her kids, somewhere."
"I don't understand."
"Well, he is a crafty son of a bitch."
"I'm an angel. I'll look into it immediately," he says and disappears.
"Cas! Let us know what you find out!" Dean yells into the air.
Sam and your dad share a look as they walk away, but you don't know what it's about. They clearly want to say something, and it looks like they are about to, but they don't.
"What the hell is it?" you ask, not in the mood for these games.
"How did Crowley get away? I mean it's not like Cas to make mistakes like that. Unless–"
"Unless what?" Dean interrupted your dad.
"Unless he meant to."
"Dad! This is Castiel we're talking about. He's our friend," you defend the angel.
"Do you believe this?" Dean asks his brother, but he doesn't answer. "Sam?"
"Look it's probably nothing, it's just... You know what? You're right. It's–it's probably nothing," Sam stutters.
How can Castiel even think about letting Crowley go? He has sacrificed so much for you, that he wouldn't just let Crowley escape... right?