Alana and Sam, sat in their hotel room, and did their research on demons and black magic. Alana pressed the down arrow key on Sam's laptop, and with a sigh she pressed the backspace, bringing her back to Google.
"Did you find anything?" Sam asked, flipping through Alana's book from Bobby.
Alana rested her head on her left hand, and sighed, "NO. All I can find are voodoo sites." Alana glanced over the laptop's screen, "You find anything?"
He cocked his head to the side. "No, where did you see the bones and demon stuff anyway?"
"Here," Alana said scooting the book towards herself, and flipped specifically to page 368. "Fourth indent," she said looking at it with a reassuring nod, and slid the book back to Sam.
"Oh," Sam said, and carefully began to read.
Alana pulled up a a page that explained everything both her and Sam were looking for.
"Gross," Alana said aloud.
"What?" Sam asked, looking up, and marking his place with his finger.
Alana swallowed and began reading. "To retrieve the bones for the ritual, each member, of the cult, must pour their blood together. One member, most often the oldest, sacrifices their life, and every bone in the body is used.
"One bone is placed in each room that the demon roams in. Every bone holds a part of the demon. Many believe this is so the demon will not die if a bone is removed, because of the other pieces of themselves they can harness from all other bones," Alana said looking up wide-eyed.
"Anything about killing them?" Sam asked.
Alana shook her head. "No, but it says only another demon knows how to exactly lure the demon into a devil's trap."
Sam smiled. "I think I can get us a demon," he said, pulling out his phone. He went through his contacts and found Ruby's number.
"Sam," she answered.
"Ruby, we need your help," Sam said writing down something on a hotel note pad.
"What is it" Ruby asked, getting slightly impatient.
"Demonic Angel," Sam stated.
She seemed to be a little worried. "I will be there tomorrow."
"Thank—" She hung up before Sam could finish.
"Alana rose an eyebrow. "You have a demon's number?"
"She says she can help Dean," he said, his eyes hopeful.
"Help him with what?" Alana asked clueless.
Sam wasn't sure she should know, but he figured she'd find out sooner or later. "He made a deal to save my life."
"But doesn't he get 10 years?" Alana asked, slightly confused.
"Alana," he laughed, "hell wants me andDean. I've got the keeper of all deals on my ass, and she wantsDean as much as me."
Alana frowned, and then thought of Mel. She had no idea that Dean was pretty much on death row. "How long?" she askedquietly.
"He got 1 year, and now he's down to about 2 1/2 months," Sam said, running a hand through his hair.
"That was a shitty deal," Alana said getting up, and grabbing a beer from the small fridge.
Sam nodded. "I'm glad to be alive through."
Alana smiled slightly. "Didn't your dad save Dean's life too?"
Sam swallowed slightly, and held back the tears as his neck muscles tightened. "Yeah," he said as strongly as he could.
Alana gave a caring smile, and put her hand on his. "You're lucky you've got a brother like Dean. Your dad taught him well."
Sam let a few tears fall. "I know," he whispered, "And thanks."
Alana nodded. "You're always welcome."
Sam wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his jacket. Alana's hand was still on his, and he felt comfortable with it there. He thought of Jess, but he knew she would want him to be happy.
Dean and Mel sat doing their own research in a local cafe. Mel sat typing away on her laptop, while Dean filled his face. Mel had her phone open with the picture of the drawing displaying. She'd tried every search phrase in Google, and still could not find anything about the summoning.
"Do you think this is a normal demonic angel?" Mel asked, looking over her screen.
"Not sure," he said with a mouth full of food.
"Well," Mel sighed. "I can't find anything."
Dean gestured for her to hand over the laptop while he scooted his burger and fries away.
Mel turned the laptop toward Dean, and scooted his food closer to herself.
"Don't touch my food," he said, pointing a threatening french fry at her.
She rolled her eyes, and grabbed a fry for herself. "I'll buy you more, ya big baby."
Dean smiled, and typed in his own key search; Demonic Angel summoning. Only ten matches came up, and automatically Dean clicked the first one, and found what they were looking for. He began to read the introduction on the website out-loud, "This seonce is used to summon holy demons. It's believed that they bring peace and harmony. Yeah if it's at a strip club," Dean added, then continued. "Unfortunately, if you know demons they will kill whoever summoned them when they are forced back to their afterlife."
"Aka hell," Mel stated, and flagged down the waitress. "Could I get a basket of fries and some mayo?"
She nodded, and headed back to the kitchen.
"Mayo?" Dean said curiously.
Mel nodded. "Amazing with fries," she said with a smirk.
Dean shook his head, and grabbed his burger and started munching as he finished reading to himself.
Their waitress sat down at large basket over flowing with fries, and a small dish of mayo. "Anything else?"
"Just the check," Dean smiled.
"Be right back," she smiled back.
"What are we doing tonight?" Mel asked as she smothered her fry in mayonnaise.
Dean watched an older man slightly turn in his chair, and listen intently. Dean looked at Mel, and said loud enough for the man to hear. "Have wild and crazy sex."
Mel nearly chocked on her fry, and quickly reached for her water, and took a drink. "What?"
Dean smiled, and looked Mel in the eye, and made her follow his eyes. She laughed when she saw the old man slightly turned, intrigued by the conversation.
"Sounds amazing," Mel said with a grin.
Mel and Dean finished up their research, coming up with nothing, and headed back toward the church. Dean slowly pulled up to the front of the church and parked the Impala, and gazed up at the front doors
"Are you up for a confessional?" Dean asked looking at Mel.
"I've never confessed anything in my life," Mel said.
"Do you want to kill this son of a bitch?" Dean asked in a harsh tone.
"Yes, but—"
"There is no but. We either kill it or let it keep killing, we've got two days, to save two people," Dean said looking Mel straight in the eye.
Mel didn't think twice, she grabbed the door handle, and got out, and didn't look back. Mel walked through the doors, and walked straight to theconfessionals. She carefully opened the door, and sat down facing the metal screen. The door on the other side closed, and her heart began to race.
"Hello my child," theFather said.
"Hello Father," Mel said quietly.
"Confess you sins to the Lord," he said, hisvoicecalm, too calm.
"I have been cheating onmy husband," Mel lied
"How long?"
"A few months. I-Ijust don't want him to leave me," Mel said, fitting into character, as she let the emotions run through her body. Mel heard Dean tap on the door, and she quick cracked open the door, and hegave her a nod to continue.
"The Lord will forgive you, but it is up to your husband to forgive you himself," he said, again too calm.
Mel untwisted the cap of small bottle of holy water, thatDean gave her on the way here. She quick splashed some water through the grated screen, and immediately heard the demon scream in pain.
Dean pulled open the door, and looked to see the priestlimply slouched in the confessional. Dean felt someone tap his shoulder, and looked to see Mel looking at him curiously. Right away he knew she was possessed.
"Hello Dean," Mel's eyes flickered to black.
"Do I know you?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe, maybe not," Mel's lips curled into a smile.
"Meg," Dean said stiffly.
"Close. I'd love to introduce myself, but I don't think there's time for that," the demon said moving closer to Dean.
Dean started to run toward the trap him and Mel had made earlier in the day. He hoped Mel had locked her mind, and not let it see them paining it.
"Where ya runnin' to Winchester?" Mel's voice yelled.
He kept running, and ran right over the rung where the trap was. Mel's bodystopped right in front of the rug.
"Why'd you stop?"
"Out of breath," he said heavily.
Bingo, he thought as she took a step over the rung, straight into the trap.
"You bastard," she breathed.
Dean smiled, and watched her sit down, as she knew it would be awhile.
Sam and Alana were still trying to figure out how to kill the demons. They roamed the shelves of the local library.
"Can I help you with anything?" a, younger, librarian asked.
"Yeah," Alana said. "You wouldn't happen to have any books onBlack Magic, would you?"
The girl looked at Alana funny, but then shook her head. "Only voodoo," she said quietly. "I know a place that might have somethings," she stated., lowering her voice so only Alana and Sam would hear, and maybe someone listening in, in the otheraisle.
"Where?" Sam asked.
"Do you have a piece of paper?" she asked. "I'll give you directions."
Alana reached into her bag, and pulled out a pen and small notepad, that she kept for times like these.
She ripped the piece of papers off, and handed it toSam, and gaveAlana her paper, and pen back. "It doesn't have a name on it at all, just a symbol. I'm pretty sure you'll find it," she said with a reassuringnod.
"Thanks," Sam said, and then him and Alana were in the Jeep. Sam carefully followed the directions, and had Alana keep an eye out for any symbols on doors.
"Right there!" she said pointing to a small shop.
Sam parked in the space in front of the door, and glanced inside.
"It's really dark," Alana stated.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, but we might as well try," he stated, pulling the keys out of the ignition, and opened his door.
Sam met Alana on the other side of the door, and they went up to the door. Sam gave it a tug, and the door opened smoothly with a jingle of bells.
"Hello," Alana called out.
"Welcome," a woman said, walking in front he back room. "How can I help you?"
"We were hoping you could help us?" Alana said walking toward the counter where the woman stood.
"I'll try my best," she said.
"We've run into something that has to do with black magic," Alana said.
"That," she said, pointing to nothing in particular, "I can help you with."
Alana looked at Sam and they both grinned at each other.
"Follow me," the woman said, and led them through the curtain of beads into a room filled with ancient books, and thousands of candles. "Now, what type of black magic?"
"We don't know," Sam said.
"Honey, nobody does," she laughed. "I mean what have you found?"
"Bones," Alana stated. "They make EMF's go off."
The woman nodded, and went over to a shelf of books. She grabbed a burgundy bound book, and turned the pages as she made her way back to Alana and Sam. "You're dealing with a dark demon," she stated, and threw the book on the table, and pointed to the heading. "Human sacrifices summon the demon, and the demon possesses the one who summoned them."
"Does this book say anything about destroying the demon?" Sam asked.
She shook her head. "Only another demon can do that. The only think you kids can do is burn the bones," she said with a slight frown.
"The less bones, the less room to move," Alana muttered to herself.
"You know somethings," she smiled.
"We've done some research, we just needed solid proof," Alana stated with a small smile.
The woman smiled. "Glad I could provide it," she said.
"Thanks so much," Sam said. "Could we get a copy of this page?"
"Give me a second honey," she smiled, and went into a side room.
"That was easier than I thought it would be," Alana said quietly.
Sam nodded. "I know. I just hope Ruby hurries up," he said with a sigh.
"Faster she comes, the easier it will be to kill it!" Alana exclaimed.
"Okay," the woman said, coming back from the side room with a sheet of paper in hand. "There you go," she said, handing Sam the sheet of paper. "If you ever need help, I wrote my number, and email on the bottom."
Sam nodded, and smiled, "Thank you."
"You're very welcome," she said, as they walked into the lobby of the store. "Good luck," she said, as she watched Sam and Alana leave.
Sam drove off and sighed.
"What?" Alana asked looking over at him.
Sam shook his head. "Nothing."
Alana frowned, and watched the shoulder pass by. She was frustrated with Sam. She knew for a fact that he was holding something back, and it was making it hard to talk to him. She hoped it wouldn't stay like this.
