Wayward Hearts: Book 2

Part 3

"You're a witch, so get out your voodoo hoodoo book out and get me back on the right damn timeline," Damon snapped at a young man he had found out was a witch who was hiding out in Mystic Falls years after he died.

"Be quiet!" The man looked around to make sure no one had heard him, "Are you trying to get me killed?"

"I will if you don't start chanting pretty soon," Damon threatened.

"There is no such thing as alternate timelines," the warlock explained.

"Yeah I would think that too, except I am not creative enough to make up several wars, the entirety of the nineteen seventies, and cell phones on my own," the man was now staring at Damon as if he belonged in an asylum, "how else do you think I knew you were a witch?"

"Warlock," the man corrected while simultaneously admitting to the knowledge of witchcraft, "I have no idea how to help you, okay?"

"Damon!" Damon turned around when he heard Stefan call his name.

"I'll be back," Damon said quickly to the warlock before walking to meet up with Stefan.

"What is going on with you today?" Stefan questioned, "You have Emma in a fit of worry over you."

Damon almost laughed at the idea of two Emma's worried about him, he had no doubt in his mind that his Emma was already pulling out all the stops to get him back.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Damon grumbled as he pushed past his brother and headed back to towards the mansion that stood where the witches had been burned, his mind raced with ways of getting the witches to listen to him.

Stefan had to almost jog to keep up with Damon's large steps, "Come back to the house with me."

"Hard pass brother," Damon said as he continued walking.

"What?"

"A-Ya know what, never mind," Damon looked at his brother, he was smiling and carefree, a Stefan he had thought was gone, "I forgot how annoying you were when you were...younger."

Stefan finally stopped trying to keep up with his brother, who was clearly not interested in help from him. He just watched as Damon continued on his mystery mission, baffled by his brother's odd behavior and phrases.

As Damon approached the witch's house he became nervous, he hated witches, and the feeling was mutual; but he was human now, and a lot more vulnerable than usual. He opened the door cautiously, the house still looked abandoned, but it wasn't as run down as it would eventually become.

Damon cleared his throat, "Oh Bennett clan, where are you? What's a guy got to do to get some help around here?"

He was met with silence.

"Come on," Damon started heading down to the basement, "ladies, don't leave me hanging here!"

Again he was met with silence as he entered the basement.

This time he decided to utilize what he was best at, making threats, "It's 1864, meaning Emily Bennett is still alive...for now..."

He waited for another minute, but still nothing happened.

Frustration and anger raged within him, "What in the hell is going on!"

Damon kicked over candles before he grabbed a large metal candelabra and threw it across the room.

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Things flew left and right as Emma rummaged through another storage room of the bunker in Kansas that the Winchesters had taken over, desperate to find Holy Oil to snare Gabriel in a trap; Sam was across the room and was much more meticulous and careful as he looked. Dean leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed as he watch disapprovingly.

"Emmy, you can't use the rest of our friggin' oil to save a vampire," Dean patronized Emma, "what if we need to make more bullets for the Colt?"

Emma grabbed a jar of herbs next to her and threw it at Dean's head, he ducked just in time for the jar to smash against the wall behind him, "Yeah Dean, let's make more of the one thing that can kill me!"

Dean threw his arms up in frustration before letting them drop to his sides, "Up until a few months ago you thought you were human, thousands of things kill humans!"

"Dean, if you aren't going to help, then go away," Sam stood up, tired of hearing the two go back and forth, "Emma, stop breaking things, I don't know what half of this stuff is."

Emma wasn't done arguing, "What about Lexi or Benny? What if this was for them?"

Dean's jaw dropped when he heard the name Benny, "How did you...?"

"Sam and I talk, I know all about when you were in purgatory," Emma looked at Dean sadly, "I wish that you had come to me for help. And don't worry, I've already chewed Sam out for not telling me sooner so I could look for you."

Dean crossed his arms and cleared his throat, "I'm glad he didn't, it wasn't your battle."

"Don't be like that Dean," Emma mirrored Deans stance and crossed her arms, "it was the same year that I lost my mom and dad, how do you think I would have coped with loosing you too?"

"I came back," Dean tried to shrug her off, "that's more than a lot of our friends can say."

Emma opened her mouth to reply but Sam cut her off, "Em, I found it."

She whipped her head around to where Sam stood, looking victorious, holding a small bottle up for her to see. Emma ran over and hugged him before taking the bottle from him and heading back up to the main room of the bunker. Sam helped her carefully make the proper circle to trap Gabriel.

Emma turned to Castiel, "Can you summon him or something?"

Castiel looked at Dean to see if she was serious, Dean nodded his approval and Castiel turned back to Emma.

"Yes," he said before stepping out of the room.

He was back momentarily holding a clay bowl of various herbs and petals, he then pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket and began drawing a circle with enochian symbols.

"Light the oil on fire," Castiel ordered.

Emma nodded, she pulled a lighter from her jacket pocket and started walking over to it.

"Just use your magic," Castiel said as he looked at her annoyed.

Emma stopped walking and looked at him, "I can't start a fire, I can barely manipulate it."

Castiel rolled his eyes and flicked his fingers, the circle suddenly ablaze. He turned back to what he was doing and began chanting in a language that Emma had never heard.

Dean stepped up next to Emma as she watched the flames, waiting for Gabriel to appear.

"What are you gonna do when you get him back?" Dean asked.

Emma sighed, "As much fun as being on the road has been I know he is probably going to be ready to be home for a little while."

Emma's phone chimed and she looked at it briefly, it was an email from Caroline of her school work for the week, she shoved it back in her pocket and looked back at the flames. Dean smiled at her briefly while she wasn't looking when he saw that she was still trying to fulfill her sister's wishes and get her diploma.

"Ah crap," Gabriel said as soon as he appeared and realized what had happened.

Emma smirked him, "What's the matter, can't stand the heat?"

Gabriel's eyes widened when he saw Emma but then he smiled, "Ooo, just the Phoenix I was looking for."

"Where is Damon?" Emma demanded.