84| The Deal

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When Cass showed up to help me, he brought my mother in tow.

"Really?" I demanded, glaring at him.

"It's good to see you too, Ellie girl," my mom greeted me. "So, what's the plan?"

"Well, Crowley and Rowena won't help us, but there might be someone else who can lend a hand in getting back Sam and Dean."

"Who?" Mom asked.

Cass and I communicated silently with our eyes, and then he pulled out his phone to make the call.

"Who's going to help us?" Mom demanded more forcefully.

"You're not going to like it," I informed her.

"Eleanor Willow, what is going on?"

"They're on their way," Cass said, getting off the phone.

"Did you tell them we're on a time crunch?"

Cass nodded his head in confirmation.

"Somebody better tell me what the hell is going on right now, or so help me-"

"Did you really have to bring my mother?" I asked, glaring at Cass again.

"She was helping me with a vampire hunt," Cass replied, shrugging.

I rolled my eyes, massaging my temples.

"Awesome. My guardian angel and my mother are teaming up. That's awesome."

Ten minutes later, Ketch and Davies had pulled up nearby on the forested road.

"This is your idea?" Mom demanded. "The people who almost killed you, Sam and Dean? They're gonna be our backup? You sure the demon and his mommy couldn't have helped?"

"They helped us with Lucifer," Castiel informed her.

"Lucifer?" Mick questioned. "The Lucifer?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Wait, so you're telling me what happened in Indianapolis was you took on the bleedin' Devil himself?"

"Yes."

"Did you win?" Ketch inquired curiously.

"Yes," I repeated a third time.

Mick and Ketch exchanged an impressed look.

"Bravo," Ketch smirked.

"But... Sam and Dean were taken," I added. "We think we can get them back, but we need... help."

"So we'll help," Mick nodded.

"Really?" Mom raised an eyebrow. "Just like that?"

"Mrs. Dawson- Emilie... I came into this country to do one thing- make friends," Mick continued. "But you American hunters, you're... you're a different breed than our sort. You're surly. Suspicious. You don't play well with others."

"Well, that is accurate," Cass pointed out.

"Yeah, thanks, Cass," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

"You don't trust people you don't know," the Brit carried on, "even when they come bearing gifts. Now I can't help that, but I can help you. And if word were to get out that we did our part to save Sam and Dean Winchester, well, that's just good business, innit? And who knows? When all this is over, we might even be friends."

"We think Sam and Dean were being held somewhere in the Rocky Mountain National Forest," I informed them before my mom could get a word in.

"Site 94? It's a government facility, off books. Shadow ops. One of those places that officially doesn't exist."

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