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Ties in Blood -- Chapter 29

Major apologizes for not getting this done sooner for being out of work for the past like 2 months. I seriously shoulda had this and maybe another one and a half done before now. But job searching and other RL stuff took president. Two: Damn you, Chuck. This is gonna fuck up what I have planned for Aaliyah after the Amara fight going forward. It brings up the question would he do to Aaliyah what he did to Jack? I’m half looking for someone to bounce ideas off of without giving away everything for everyone. And now I’m rambling.

@mrswhozeewhatsis @winchestergirl-13 @impala-dreamer @squirrelnotsam @idreamofplaid @percussiongirl2017

Chapter 29

Aaliyah pushed through the crowd toward the house. She heard several people yell after her to not do it; let the professionals do it. The fire and ambulance teams were still a few minutes out and would be too late to save the children trapped in the house. Aaliyah was there and tossed her life into the wind. She choked on the smoke filled living room, her breath caught in her throat. A hand brought up the collar of her shirt to cover her nose and mouth.

“Kids,” she called out, diving deeper into the house. “Come on, make some sound.”

Something hit a wall upstairs and Aaliyah swore she heard something bounce a few times before it stopped. Her eyes watered from the smoke as she climbed the stairs. Faint crying came from one of the rooms. There was a child no older than two standing up in the crib. Aaliyah picked up the crying toddler and turned back for the hallway when the ceiling caved in. She stumbled back a few steps as she half turned to shield the child, hitting the crib. Some small part of Aaliyah’s brain registered pain, but she ignored it to focus on getting out of the room. 

The burning pile was big enough to make getting out difficult. With a silent apology to both the toddler and the parents, Aaliyah charged the pile and leapt through.

“Mommy,” a child called followed by coughing. 

Aaliyah followed the call, her mind telling her to forget the child and worry about herself. She fought back the urge as she turned into the bedroom. Half of it was already covered in collapsed ceiling, with one or two piles burning away. With a cough that threatened to bring up a lung, Aaliyah dove in and found the child and pulled them in front of her.

“Go, don’t stop for me,” she told the child. 

Aaliyah kept a hand out in the odd sense of comfort that she’d be able to tell if the child was still in front of her. Back down the hall and the stairs and out the front door. 

EMS and fire fighters rushed over and took control of the children as Aaliyah hacked away from the smoke. She pulled away when a hand touched her arm before her mind snapped back to see a fire fighter. The danger was gone. Two more lives had been saved, and she could go vanish into the night. But with the gentle yet urging hand on her arm told her vanishing wouldn’t be a good thing.

She followed the fire fighter over to an empty ambulance where the EMS cut away her burned and smoked clothes in order to tend to her burns. One handed her an oxygen mask.

“Where’d these come from?” one EMS asked, tracing the werewolf scars on her back.

“Bear attack. Stupid luck had me at the wrong place and time.” Aaliyah wasn’t sure if the two techs actually believed her or not, but they didn’t press the issue. She stayed still and quiet while they finished up tending to the burns.

“You got lucky,” the first EMS told her. “Most are first degree burns with a few that are second. Some of the first degree might turn second, so just keep putting on ointment and keep them covered for a few weeks.” He finished putting on the final bandage.

“Thanks.” Aaliyah handed the oxygen mask back to the other EMS and eased herself out of the ambulance. She adjusted her jacket over her body. It had been the one thing that had somehow survived the fire.

“You look familiar,” the second one spoke up. “Haven’t I seen you before?”

Aaliyah’s heart threatened to burst out of her chest. “I doubt it.”

“I swear you look like the one ER nurse that had saddled a patient and stuck a needle into their chest to expand a lung.”

Aaliyah chuckled as a corner of her mouth pulled into a smile. “I think you’ve got your nurses confused.”

“I think I heard about that,” the first EMS said. “A friend of mine at that ER said that the nurse who did that seriously worked outside the box; and the higher ups didn’t like that. A shame, really.”

Aaliyah tilted her head, a mix of confusion and curiosity. “How so?”

“Not to speak ill of the nurse or the hospital,” the EMS said. “But word has it that the last time she had been seen, the night she got fired, was the same night she supposedly put a curse on the ER department and rode off in a black Impala. The ER’s had a string of bad luck ever since.”

“You really think this nurse cursed the ER department just because she got fired?” After nearly three years, Aaliyah hadn’t really thought about the hospital or what’s happened since.

“Kinda hard not to think it since half the staff that had worked with her spoke of her as if she was some sort of supernatural connection,” the second EMS said. “And the other half not liking what she’s done because, quote, she didn’t adhere to policies and procedures.”

Aaliyah gave an amused huff more to herself. To think after all this time she was seen as somewhat of a legend back in the ER. “Well, even if I was this nurse you’ve heard of, I doubt that who I was then isn’t me now.”

“I’d say so,” the first EMS said. “Never known a nurse to run into a burning building to save a couple kids and come out with smoke inhalation and mostly first degree burns. Especially with a new tattoo.”

A phone started ringing, startling all three. Aaliyah padded at her pockets and fished out her phone as she walked away from the ambulance. “Fisher.”

“Aaliyah, it’s Sam. We need your help.”

She cast a glance back to the EMS that treated her packing up. “It’s about Lilith, isn’t it?”

***

Aaliyah glanced over to Dean when he shot up in bed. She sat hunched over the table with a lore book open at a page with a sketching of what a hellhound might look like. Anything she had been dealing with was dropped when Sam called for help. Both brothers had gotten on her for being reckless in running into the burning house and getting her wounds. 

She didn’t tell them that she gone in to clean up the mess from another hunter who had gotten in way over their head. Aaliyah wasn’t sure what happened to that hunter since the house fire.The cabin door opened and Aaliyah reached for her knife before a reassuring hand rested on her shoulder. She had pushed past her body’s demands for sleep in the effort to figure out how to stop the hellhounds. 

“Dig up anything?” Sam asked.

Aaliyah shook her head. “Nothing good.” She turned back to the book.

“Bobby has. Finally. A way to find Lilith.”

“Oh?” Dean shifted on the bed and looked at his watch. “With about thirty hours to go.”

Aaliyah ignored Dean when he started going off on last minute ‘I want to have fun before I die’ requests. She flipped a page while Sam made the meager attempt to reassure his brother that they weren’t going to let Dean go to hell. There had to be a way to stop the whole thing. The thought of going out and summoning a cross-roads demon passed through, but where would that get anyone? Dean might be saved for a time, or he’d be going down with her in ten years. If the demon was willing to do that. 

“Here, Kid,” Bobby’s voice drifted into Aaliyah’s dream. 

She heard the sound of a cup being placed on the table near her head before footsteps walked away. She reached for the cup of coffee even before she opened her eyes and pushed up to sit. The table had been freed of the books and a map of the United States took up the free space. 

“What’s this?” Aaliyah asked when Bobby put a device onto the map.

“A tracking spell. All you really need is a name. Right name and spell, ain’t nothing you can’t suss out.”

Aaliyah sipped a the coffee, still hating the bitter taste of it. There probably wasn’t enough sugar or flavoring in the world to cancel that out. She sat there and listened as Bobby started the spell to locate Lilith.

“New Harmony, Indiana,” Bobby said.

“Alright.” Aaliyah put down the cup and pushed herself to her feet. “Let’s get going.”

“Whoa, hang on for a minute,” Dean called after her. 

“What? We know where Lilith’s at, and…”

“We’re going off of Bela’s intel,” Dean countered. “And we don’t know if Lilith even holds my deal. Even if we can get to her, we have no way to gank her. And third, what makes you think we’re gonna let you go in on this one?”

Aaliyah blinked a few times. “What makes you think I’m gonna sit this one out? Or let you three leave me on the sidelines? How many times do I have to tell you that I’m involved now; way too involved. I’m going in with you.” She narrowed her eyes at Dean, daring him to do something.

“Just ‘cause I have to die doesn’t mean you all have too,” he countered.

“Then what’s the plan?” Sam cut in. “We go in smart or we don’t go in at all.”

“If that’s the case, I have an answer.”

Aaliyah shifted her eyes between the two brothers. Her stomach started turning with the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

“You do?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. A sure-fire way to confirm it’s Lilith,” Sam said. “And a way to get us a bona fide demon killing genus.”

“Damn it, Sam, no.”

“No?” Aaliyah chimed in. 

“Sam here has a brilliant idea of calling for his demon friend Ruby,” Dean told her. 

“A demon?” She turned to face Sam. “Are you nuts? After all the trouble we had with yellow eyes and Meg? We don’t need the added problems.”

“Exactly,” Sam said. “And we don’t have time or choice.”

“Come on, man,” Dean cut in. “She’s the Miss Universe of lying shanks. She said you could save me. Uh – lie. She seemed to know everything about Lilith, but failed to mention that she owns my soul.”

“Fine, she lies,” Sam agreed. “But she has the knife.”

“For all we know she works for Lilith.”

“Can we really trust this Ruby?” Aaliyah asked. “I mean if she’s lied about stuff before, what’s to stop her now?”

“Sam’s right,” Bobby put his opinion into the conversation.

“No, damn it.” 

Aaliyah took a step back from Dean. 

“Just … no,” he continued. “We’re not making the same mistakes. You want to save me, find something else.”

Aaliyah felt more than actually saw Bobby turn and leave the cabin. She attempted to get further into the book before her head bobbed. 

“Get some sleep, Liyra,” Dean told her. “Between the two of us, you need it more.”

She shook her head. “Gotta find … something to help.”

A hand grabbed her arm and guided her up over to the bed. She didn’t fight it.

“Just a few hours,” Aaliyah agreed as she laid down.

**

Aaliyah stuffed the piece of paper into her pocket before she reached the door. She wasn’t sure what to do with the number the burly biker guy gave her, but it could be useful at one point in the future. Darting down the stairs, Aaliyah nearly missed a step. 

“And who’s this?” called a female voice Aaliyah didn’t recognize.

“Get back upstairs,” Sam and Dean called at the same time.

“Like hell I’m not,” Aaliyah replied, reaching the floor. “Especially not when you refused to listen in calling…” she looked over the woman who stood a half foot shorter than her. “Ruby.”

“She’s cute,” Ruby commented, moving toward Aaliyah.

“And you’re not gonna put a finger on her.” Dean moved to place himself between the demon and Aaliyah.

“I’d like to see her try,” Aaliyah challenged. She raised a hand and pulled down her collar to reveal a bandage taped to her chest over her hear.

“What’s that?” Sam asked.Aaliyah heard the protective brother tone in his voice. “Oh, a tattoo. It’s supposed to be a shaded in pentagram and circled by shaded in flames.”

“You mean like this?” Sam showed her the same tattoo.

“The same exact one.”

“You all think that’ll save you?” Ruby asked. “That a tattoo will stop hellhounds from coming after Dean here?”

“No, but I hear of a certain knife of yours,” Aaliyah cut in. “That’s gotta be useful for something, right?”

“Why would I give you my knife?” Ruby asked. “Sam’s carrying a bomb in him, and we’d be stupid not to use it.”

Aaliyah kept an eye on Dean while he paced. “I don’t know about this.”

“Just hold on for a minute …” Sam started.

“Come on, man,” Dean cut him off. “Are you blind? Can’t you see this is a trick?”

“That’s not true,” Ruby countered.

“She wants you to give into this whole demonic psychic whatever,” Dean continued. “Hell, she probably wants you to become her little Anti-Christ Super Star.”

“That’s not it,” Ruby yelled, anger in her voice. “I want Lilith dead, that’s all.”

“Why?” Aaliyah dared to speak up.

“I told them why.”

“Right, yeah.” Dean moved enough to bring Ruby’s attention back to him. “Because you were human once. And you love kittens and long walks on the beach.”

“I’m sick and tired of trying to prove myself to you,” Ruby shouted. “You wanna save yourself? This is how, you dumb, spineless dick.”

Aaliyah blinked once before Dean swung at Ruby. She managed to hold Sam back from the fist fight between Ruby and Dean. Sam frees himself from Aaliyah’s hold and got hit to the floor. Aaliyah aimed for Ruby with a lineman’s tackle move, but the demon side stepped the attack. Her hand brushed against the hilt of a blade and grabbed hold. She pivoted around to see Dean next to her and Ruby facing them and smiled. Aaliyah coughed to clear her throat and gained their attention.

“Missing something?” Aaliyah held up the knife. She grinned even as Ruby gave a ‘you bastard’ look

.“I’m gonna kill you.” Ruby charged at Aaliyah.

Aaliyah stumbled back a few steps when Dean tugged at her jacket. 

“Like I said,” Dean said. “I knew you’d come.”

Aaliyah felt the nudge from him to follow. Circling around the demon trap, she reached the stairs and headed up. Part of her knew that Dean wouldn’t let her stay down there for long, or leave her alone with Ruby. 

“That was risky,” Dean turned on Aaliyah when they reached the main floor. “Too risky.”

”What was so risky about it? No more than anything else I’ve done before.”

“This isn’t some demon or salt and burn, Liyra. We’re going up against Lilith.”

“And how’s some high powered demon any different from Yellow Eyes? Or did you forget I was involved with that as well? You know what?” She held up the knife before putting it onto the table. “Fuck this. You don’t want me involved; I’ll go find a case to work.”

Aaliyah saw herself out of the house. Her mind warred with itself while she crossed over to her car. It was down to the wire in their effort to save Dean, and he didn’t want her involved with taking out Lilith.

 “Aaliyah, wait,” a voice called out after her.

“Why?” She spun on a heel to see Dean chasing after her. “So, you tell me what a horrible mistake it is for me to be involved again? After all the shit we’ve been through, you think that it’ll be easy for me to step aside while you and Sam go after Lilith? You think she’s more trouble then Yellow Eyes, and you don’t want me there. Fine, I’ll be out somewhere on the west coast somewhere hunting something.” 

A hand grabbed her wrist while she turned for the car.

Aaliyah swung back around, a fist balled and in full motion for contact. The fist was grabbed and Dean pulled her in, wrapping his arms around her. Her body froze in confusion. It was so unlike Dean to show any sort of emotion, other than rage after bottling it up for so long. 

“I don’t want to see you hurt,” he said in Aaliyah’s ear. “I’m a hunter. Comes with the territory.” Dean pulled away from her. “I mean it. If anything goes sideways for us, I want you gone.”

“Got it. Now, are we gonna go gank this demon or not?”

***

Aaliyah shifted in the backseat while Sam tried to have a quick heart to heart with Dean. The thought of putting her music on passed through her head; she had thought ahead of time to bring a selection of CDs and her player. Fishing the player and a CD out of her bag, Aaliyah shifted around to stretch out across the bench. 

From the front seat, Dean started singing along to “Wanted Dead or Alive” that was playing on the radio. For as good as the song was, she wasn’t in the mood to listen to it. Not with what loomed on the horizon. Time passed and Aaliyah was on the edge of consciousness; the rumble of the car’s engine threatened to send her completely unconscious. 

It had that eerie call back to when she was riding with the brothers on the crazy mission to find their father and taking out Yellow Eyes; with her in the backseat trying to figure out where she fit into the hunter’s world, Dean driving and his choice of classic rock music playing, and Sam in the passenger seat reading. What didn’t fit was the loud sirens that forced itself into Aaliyah’s sleep.

 “…Pulled over?” she muttered as she worked into a sitting position.

“Got a busted tail light,” Dean tossed back at her. “Go back to sleep.”

“Not when you might do something stupid.” 

Aaliyah adjusted herself even as Dean pulled over to the side of the road. She smiled politely to the officer when he shone his flashlight into her window. Keeping quiet while Dean dealt with the officer, she fought back the feeling that something was way too off with the officer. She jumped back when Dean threw his door open against the officer before climbing out of the car. Sam waved her back while Dean stabbed at the officer. A hand touched her shoulder, alerting Aaliyah that someone was there.

“What just happened?” Bobby asked.

“Dean just killed a demon,” Sam answered. “How’d you know?”

“I saw its face, the one under that one.”

Aaliyah pulled away from Bobby and went to hunch down at the officer. “We need to move the patrol car.” 

Sam nodded and moved for the car.Aaliyah followed after while he managed the vehicle into a wooded spot and started pulling on branches. 

“How’s it that you’re seeing demons now?” she asked when she put the last branch on the car.

“I’ve seen lots of crazy lately,” Dean said. “Just … nothing like this.”

“Actually,” Bobby cut in. “It’s not that crazy.”

“How is seeing demons not crazy?” Aaliyah asked.

“Think about it. Dean’s got about five hours to go and is piercing the veil.”

“A little less new age-y please.”

“You’re almost hell’s bitch,” Bobby put it blunt. “So you can see hell’s other bitches.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Aaliyah turned her head at the noise that Sam was making to join them. “Think about it. Lilith knows we’re coming. And she’s bound to have demons all over the damn place.”

“We can’t be letting them sounding the alarm,” Bobby said. “She knows we’re here; and we’re dead before we start.”

“This plan’s terrific,” Dean half complained. “So excited to be apart of it. Can we go now?”

Aaliyah watched him storm away from the spot. There had to be a way to stop the deal. They were at the one yard line last year with the Hell’s Gate and Yellow Eyes. Same thing here with the deal.

**

She darted between shadows, hearing the hushed voice of Bobby telling her not to show off. Her mind had gone full Hunter mood now that they were so close to Lilith. Even if the deal couldn’t be broken, killing Lilith would be nice. Aaliyah stopped at a house, using it to hide, and waited. One dark house on the street has a “For Sale” sign in the yard; the one where Lilith was. A hand guided her back away from the ambient light. 

Aaliyah noticed that Bobby had taken her spot with Sam, who was using a pair of binoculars to spy on the house, standing behind him. She could sense Dean standing behind her. The usual line up plus one. Even when he was facing down death, Dean was making sure she was safe.

Aaliyah saw Sam step out from behind the house and reached out to stop him. 

“You crazy?”

“Better then standing here waiting for ‘em to kill us.”

“See the real go-getter of a mailman?” Dean pointed out. “Doing the rounds at nine pm? And Mr. Rodgers over there?”

“Demons?” Bobby asked.

“Yes,” Dean answered.

“Okay, fine,” Sam said, shifting his weight. “We …. ninja past them and get in.”

“Then what? Give a ‘Columbian necktie’ to a ten year old? Come on.”

“I know it’s awful, but this isn’t just about saving you, Dean. It’s about saving everyone.”

Aaliyah glanced over to Bobby when Dean gave in. She followed after the older hunter while the brothers went off in a different direction. 

“Here,” he said, handing over a rosary. “Doubt you learned how to make holy water in the past few years.”

Aaliyah shook her head, keeping the comment of killing demons was easier. Doing the hard work to get into the water pipes, she repeated the words Bobby told her and dropped the rosary into the pipe. 

“How do we know if it worked?”

“Wait and turn the sprinklers on,” he said. “Listen, kid. This is gonna go bad tonight, no matter what we do. Can an old hunter get a last request?”

“You want me to get out of hunting? I can try, Bobby. Let’s get through tonight, huh?”

“Fair enough. Go meet up with the boys, I got it from here.”

Aaliyah nodded and headed around to the front where Sam was struggling on picking the lock. “Need some help?”

A scream brought her attention up to see Dean and Ruby running up to the house. Aaliyah pulled out a knife and stepped out away from Sam straight for Ruby. The sudden waterworks of the sprinkler system sent Aaliyah back.Sam pulled Aaliyah into the house after him, followed by Dean and Ruby. Aaliyah glanced around as she took up a spot behind Sam as he led the way through the house with the knife. 

A creak from behind turned her head. She stepped away from Sam even as Dean took up a spot behind her. Reaching out, Aaliyah held the knife in a way it would be the first thing to move in attack. Dean opened the door to reveal the father.Aaliyah put a finger to her lips to tell the father to keep quiet.

“We’re here to help. Where’s your daughter?” 

“It’s …” he stammered. “It’s not her anymore.”

Aaliyah leaned in closer to him, eyes narrowed. “Where is she?”

“Upstairs; bedroom.”

“Now, go down to the basement and put a salt line down in front of the door behind you,” she instructed.

“Not without my wife.”

“Yes, without your wife.” Aaliyah saw another refusal and punched the man.

She moved as Dean reached in for the man, shouldering the limp body. Her eye caught Sam and Ruby moving for the stairs. Aaliyah found the salt in the kitchen and headed downstairs after Dean, putting the salt line down after he dumped the father. She darted up the stairs and took the flight to the second floor two steps at a time. Dean thumped up behind her, pushing past when they reached the top. 

A scream echoed from a room. Aaliyah charged for the room on Dean’s heels. He stopped Sam from putting Ruby’s knife into the girl.

“It’s not Lilith,” Dean said. “It’s not in her.”

Aaliyah glanced between the girl and her mother. It wouldn’t be much of an issue for a high ranked demon like Lilith to pull back and let the human have control. That much she remembered from dealing with Yellow Eyes. She brought up the rear of the group as they headed downstairs. Aaliyah half heard Dean instructed the mother and child to remain in the basement no matter what they hear. 

She walked into the living room and glanced out the window to see the sprinkler system still acting as a barrier to the demons out on the street.Somewhere she heard Sam and Ruby bicker back and forth about what Sam had to do to save Dean. Aaliyah turned back to the group and saw Sam take a breath.

“I’m sorry,” Dean said. “This is all my fault, I know that. But what you’re doing isn’t gonna save me. It’ll kill you.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

Aaliyah heard Sam’s voice crack just a little and fought back her tears. “Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Remember what Dad taught you. Okay?”

Aaliyah nodded along with Sam. She startled when the clock in the other room started chiming midnight. Her breath caught in her throat when the first rumble of a hellhound rolled into the room.

“I’m so sorry, Dean,” Ruby said, remorse in her voice. “I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.”

Aaliyah wiped away her tears and pushed her feelings deep before she turned in the direction Dean pointed at. She hadn’t the chance to stand her ground before a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her along after them. First into the office, Aaliyah bounced on the balls of her feet, waiting to close the doors. Sam helped to brace them closed while Dean put down a line of dust in front of the doors. Aaliyah heard Ruby ask Sam for the knife, claiming she could fight it off.

“Why would he give you the knife?” Aaliyah questioned, her head tilted to a side. “I mean you’ve barely lifted a finger to help all night.”

“If she can manage it …” Sam countered, pulling out the knife. 

“Wait!” Dean rushed over. “That’s not Ruby.”

Aaliyah took one step toward Ruby before being flung against a wall, knocking the wind out of her lungs. Gasping for breath, she barely registered the conversation between Dean and Lilith. Using the wall for support, Aaliyah managed to gain her feet just as Lilith turned her attention on her.

“You know,” Lilith started. “You should have taken that message to heart and gone back to school.” She put a gentle hand to Aaliyah’s cheek.

“And miss out on seeing you squirm?” Aaliyah gave a half smile. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“You got nerve,” Sam called over to Lilith. “Besides, you got me. Let them go.”

“Don’t you worry, Sam.” Lilith turned her attention over to him, removing her hand from Aaliyah’s face. “And if you wanna bargain, you need to have something I want.”

Aaliyah struggled to prop herself up against the wall and watched Lilith stalk toward Sam.

“This is your big plan,” Dean told Lilith. “Kill Sam, drag me to hell, and leave Aaliyah here? Then what? Become Queen Bitch?”

“I don’t answer to puppy chow,” the demon retorted. 

She moved over to the door and opened it. “Sic him.”

A scream tore at Aaliyah’s throat, scratching it up as the hellhound pulled Dean off the table and onto the floor. She fought against the force that held her against the wall in the effort to save Dean. Sam’s voice was distant as he pled to Lilith for it to stop while Dean’s screams of pain mingled with Sam’s voice. The force that held Aaliyah to the wall broke away, allowing her to slide on her knees toward a bloody and torn up Dean. 

A light breeze crossed her skin, sending her hairs to stand on end. She ignored the hellhound and checked for a pulse. The hand pulled back slow as Sam circled around and cradled Dean. Some part of her picked up that the hellhound was gone, and Sam was in the middle of an ugly cry, but Aaliyah’s mind had checked out.