Breaking and entering

Chapter 57: Breaking and Entering

Bailey stared at the ceiling in her room, she could hear a few soft scattered murmurs of the others talking as she attempted to sleep. Baal's words continued to roll through her mind as she tossed and turned, despite her exhaustion she couldn't seem to catch a wink of sleep. It was early Saturday morning and something didn't feel right in the air. She sat up from the bed, fiddling with her hair. It was incredibly early as she tied her long locks into a messy bun, maybe she needed a walk. She glanced down at her phone, letting out a sigh as it flashed to two am. She quickly tossed on some clothes, her long purple skirt brushed the floor below as she opened the door inward. Freezing, she blinked up in surprise as she spotted Sam standing in front of her door with a hand up as if he were about to knock.

His face turned a light shade of red as they stared at one another for a few heartbeats,

"I was just--" He started, trailing off.

"M-Me too, I was only--" She hugged herself, chuckling nervously. Sam made her rambling worse than normal, it had been something that took years for her to get past so why was it coming back?

"Going...for a walk?" Sam whispered sheepishly, giving her a small smile. She nodded at this, chuckling at the awkwardness of the entire conversation.

"Yeah, A walk, I uh, I-I couldn't sleep. You know, it's just one of those days. Maybe I had too much sugar before bed, or had some sort of...o-odd reaction to…" she trailed off, running her fingers through her hair a few times in frustration.

Sam laughed at her rambling, shaking his head, "You...want company on your walk?" He offered, "I might not be your Lionheart but if something happens I'll protect you,"

"Even if I'm attacked by the King of the underworlds," She smirked.

Sam paused, blinking a few times at her before shrugging, "Uh, the underworlds? you might be on your own with that one," He laughed.

"I thought you'd protect me," Bailey whispered, nudging him lightly as she brushed past the other. He followed beside her, falling in step with the king as they walked down the stairs. Bailey heard Abel and Chamuel snoring as they walked past their room, the pair had practically passed out the second they came home. Though Bailey didn't blame them, Abel had been looking dead on his feet from everything going on.

Her mind went to Sam, Why would Baal be fearful of the Lionheart of Magic? She felt someone's eyes on her, she glanced at Sam who looked away quickly.

"What?" She challenged playfully as they stepped out of the home and into the cool night air.

"Nothing, you just looked like you were thinking hard and...I was curious what it was about," He said as they walked down the dew-covered streets. The starlight above danced on the wet, black concrete below.

The moon was nearly full, casting it's brilliant light down on the pair as they moved. Their coats brushed as they moved together towards the small park that was settled past a short walking trail near the home.

"Well, just...I can't stop thinking about what Baal said," She murmured, staring up at the moon before moving her eyes back to Sam.

"Me either," He admitted, catching her eye and shrugging, "I'm...worried, if I'm this...new terrible kings Lionheart,"

"Why would you be?" She asked with a hint of concern touching her tone , "Besides, you're probably Deans,"

Sam rolled his eyes at this, looking down at the ground with his lips pressed together. She stopped and grabbed his arm, he turned to look at her with a puzzled expression.

"You wanted a soulmate," She gasped, her voice sparked with mischief.

"Oh stop," Sam huffed, pulling his hand away

"No no, you want a soulmate!" She laughed, grabbing his jacket sleeve and pulling him towards a bench that was settled in the middle of a large, grassy hill. It took the pair a few minutes to climb up, Sam laughing as he almost fell causing Bailey to shout playful taunts at him until she too fell to the ground with a snorting chuckle.

The pair made it to the bench after a few minutes of laughing, Bailey brushed the grass stain from her knees and glanced around at the park. A shot of sadness entered her as she spotted the playground, it was hidden among a handful of fluffy green trees that moved softly with the light wind.

"Maybe you're right," Sam said, causing Bailey to return her attention to him. He was looking at the ground, clenching his pants tight. The ring that covered his tattooed finger glittered in the streetlamps that stood tall against the darkness.

"My entire life it's...always been Dean, Dean's the best hunter, Dean saves the world," He pushed some of his hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear. She watched his eyes dull from years of trauma, she put a hand on his shoulder causing him to give her a light smile as he leaned into her touch.

"So when I decided to help I didn't expect anything, I was...a little excited...to think I was going to meet my soulmate," He admitted, "But it's...probably just my brother," he continued to anxiously play with his hair in an attempt to soothe himself. She moved her hand from his shoulder and placed it over his own, her fingers moved over the ring.

"I mean, at least you love your brother," Bailey murmured, glancing up at the other with a sad smile.

"I'm just…" He sighed softly, watching as her fingers traced the sigil that had been etched into the ring. She wondered how Hahasiah had made the ring fit so perfectly.

"This...whole thing, It's got me questioning everything. I went home to see my wife not long ago and…" She could tell he felt ashamed as he looked away from her. Forcing his eyes to the ground.

"I just wanted to come back, and now I know why," He said the last part with spite in his voice, pulling his hand away from hers and fiddling with the ring anxiously.

"Maybe finding a soulmate isn't all it's cracked up to be," She offered, "Mine...is a demon," She whispered the last part, rubbing her forehead. Sam looked at her with surprise flooding his features.

"Don't give me that look," She groaned, "I'm still getting use to basically being assigned a soulmate,"

"I wish someone would assign me one," Sam chuckled, "I wouldn't have to keep questioning my marriage,"

"We can trade, I'll marry your wife. You can have Baal,"

Sam laughed at this, shaking his head and giving her a grin, "No way, we'd have to have hand sanitizer stations and pokemon on every table,"

"Let me guess, you had a boring white people wedding?" Bailey challenged with a playful note in her tone, Sam snorted and grinned down at her.

"Only spice we had was some black pepper, her Dad almost didn't eat his steak he thought it was too spicy,"

Bailey laughed at this, letting her hand rest on the man's leg absentmindedly. He scooted a bit closer to her so they could share warmth. They fell silent, the pair watching the moon rise higher in the sky. A cold wind had started up, sending a shiver through Bailey. She let herself lean on the other's shoulder, enjoying his warmth, pointing to the pattern the stars made in the sky.

"See that?" She said, he followed her finger and nodded, grinning down at her.

"That's the lost donut,"

"What?"

She chuckled, "Me and my boys made a few shapes out of the stars, that was a donut," her heart skipped lightly as he pushed his arm through hers. Letting his hand rest on the top of her leg as he glanced back into the stars.

"Okay, what's that one?" He asked, pointing to another set of stars. Bailey hummed to herself and shook her head,

"We didn't figure that one out, what do you think?" She asked, Sam seemed to puzzle over this for a few minutes before snapping his fingers.

"It's a light bulb," Sam chuckled, Bailey tilted her head a few times and nodded at this. She nuzzled her face into the other's shoulder causing a small shutter of warmth to rush through her veins. He leaned into her touch, wrapping her other arm around his as they continued to point out different shapes in the cluster of stars above.

***

An hour passed and the two had fallen into general conversation when something caught his attention. He pulled his gaze from her and glanced up towards the middle of the field where a few scattered soccer goals had been set up. Something was calling him, he felt it. He glanced back to Bailey who seemed to have sensed it too, she looked shocked when a small, golden light appeared between them. A firefly buzzed lazily in front of Sam's face, he blinked a few times at it before it took off towards the field. Sam pulled himself away from the others warmth and got to his feet,

"You felt that, right?" He murmured to her, "I'm not crazy?"

She shook her head "You're definitely not crazy,"

The pair followed the small light bug towards the soccer field. The grass here looked to have been recently cut, the blades stuck up straight towards the moon above. Bailey followed close behind, brushing against him as he moved

.

Sam spotted something in the grass in the dead center of the field, the firefly was buzzing around it. A white rabbit hopped lazily past it only to scamper off in fear as the pair approached. Spray Paint had been placed here, the red color stuck up against the bright green grass, dread sank into his heart. He glanced to Bailey who ducked past him to inspect the color further,

"Wait," Sam whispered after her, but she didn't listen as she knelled down to the pattern in the ground.

Sam narrowed his eyes, attempting to put together what the symbol was. He glanced up at the stars, he gasped as a few shot through the air and lit up the night sky. Bailey stood up beside him,

"Make a wish," She whispered,

"I wish the world wasn't ending," Sam murmured back, causing Bailey to snort.

"You told me, so now it's gonna happen." She teased, he rolled his eyes at her.

"What would you wish for? Like, really wish for?" Sam asked as he pulled out his phone, frowning at the large crack in the screen before opening his camera to get a picture of the symbol.

"I don't know," She admitted, "Maybe to have my kids back?"

"Well," Sam shook his head, running his fingers through his hair a few times and glancing up at the school that wasn't too far off.

"We need a better view of this," He said, glancing over at her.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" She asked, nodding to the old school house. It held a large, red tower with a brass, golden bell sitting on top.

"If we can get on top of that tower so we can get a good picture?" Sam said, arching an eyebrow at the other. She grinned at him, making her way to the wooden fence that separates the school from the large park.

"Or we could just wake Baal and make him fly up and take a picture," Sam offered as he followed the other, leaning down with his hand cupped as he helped hoist her up the fence.

"Do things the easy way?" She called, clawing her way up the side of the fence and dropping to the other side with a grunt. Her boots scattered the dirt below her, Sam grunted as he pulled himself after her. She brushed dirt off the front of her long skirt and grinned up at him.

"That's not like a Winchester," She teased as he dropped down beside her, clapping his hands together in an attempt to get small shards of wood off his palms.

"Well it should be," Sam retorted with a small chuckle as the pair walked through a small playground. With a jungle gym of all colors set in the middle of an ocean of dirty sand. The swing set stood tall towards the moon, creaking lightly as wind pushed the old, black seats that attached to the top of the metal.

They could see handfuls of small classrooms in the tiny school; a few crosses were attached to the sides of the walls of the red bricked building. Doors lined around the sides, with windows above them.

"Was this a church?" Sam whispered as their boots scuffed the floor below. Bailey made for the doors, tugging them as she went attempting to find an open one until they came to the last door.

"Yeah, I think so," She whispered back, "If we can get inside we can probably find the staircase to the top."

Sam eyed her for a few seconds, moving his green gaze towards the lines of doors, "Any door in particular? Or are we just going to pick at random?"

Bailey glanced to and from, placing a finger on her chin. She glanced back to the door, noticing the teacher's name was written neatly over a sheet of paper and placed on the front.

"Mrs. Ketchers room," Bailey murmured, letting her fingers dance over the paper as she started walking to the other door. Sam followed behind her, tilting his head as he attempted to understand what she was doing.

She ran her fingers over the next name tag on the next door, her fingers brushing the red bricks as they danced towards the other paper.

"All the teachers' names are on the doors," Sam said, looking past her and cranking his neck to see if any of them didn't have a name tag.

"So whatever door doesn't have a name we should try," Bailey finished, the pair walked quicker now. Checking every door they came too, walking around the building towards the lunch area with large, plastic tables. Bailey stopped, a single blue door stuck around against the red bricks. She and Sam caught one another's gaze,

"Now to open it," Sam said as he let his fingers dance on the hardwood. It was cold to the touch against his fingertips, Bailey tugged on the handle a few times before huffing and crossing her arms over her chest.

"We should just get Baal,"

"We'll get your boyfriend later," Bailey replied, searching her jacket pocket tugging out a bobby pin.

"You're going to pick the lock?" Sam asked louder than he meant too, glancing around him as if he were afraid they'd wake someone up.

"What else am I going to do?" She inquired, going down to her knees and starting to fiddle with the lock. Sam stood awkwardly behind her, keeping watch in case someone heard them. His hands had an itch to them he couldn't ignore, the idea had formed earlier but he was fearful of it. He turned back to her, putting a hand on her shoulder she glanced up at him causing his hand to spark softly in the darkness.

He pulled the ring from his finger, pushing his hand palm side down on the door. He sucked in air, letting it out and shut his eyes. He focused on the sigil he needed to open the lock, building it in his mind the ends of his hand started to tingle with heat. Bailey watched as vivid orange light sparked from his palm and seared into the wooden door.

She stood up, placing a hand on his shoulders with a wicked grin on her lips. Her touch caused the orange light to grow with the sudden skip of his heart, Sam noticed the sudden change. Why did it change? He wasn't sure, opening his eyes in shock. His hand was nearly transparent from how vibrant the light was against the wood. The eye on his finger, that was usually closed, had opened wide against his skin. It glowed softly in the night before closing, the orange faded away. Sam looked to Bailey as he pulled his palm away, sitting burned into the wood is a sigil with an almost skeleton key look to it.

Bailey put a hand on the handle and turned, it clicked open. The pair grinned giddily at one another as if they'd just discovered a big secret.

She pushed the door open, it let out a loud creek. Inside was a small church, with wooden pews standing up tall, an altar in the center and behind this was a winding set of old brick stairs that moved up towards the tower.

"Score!" She laughed, stepped into the darkness and glanced around to be sure no one was around.

"How did you do that?" She asked as they made their way towards the steps, staying close to one another as they went.

"I don't know," He admitted, "I just...saw the sigil in my head," She paused at the steps, glancing at him with a spark in her gaze.

"Think you can make other shapes? We could start a second business," She joked, taking a few steps up the stony steps.

"Like, burning pictures of puppies and kittens into wood?" Sam asked, he couldn't keep the smile from burning into his lips as they raced up the steps. The sound of their echoing feet filled the room as they got higher, farther away from the church below.

"Yeah!" She said, talking normally now as she grew more comfortable with the lack of people around them.

"Sell them online, world might be ending but at least we'll have a good side hustle,"

Sam rolled his eyes at this, making their way to the top they looked around in awe. The tower stood tall against the night skies, up here she could see a lot more stars that twinkled their light below. She threw herself against the edge, leaning out to feel the wind rush into her hair and blow it back. Her companion followed after, leaning against the end of the tower.

"You know," Bailey said as they looked up at the stars, Sam shuffled closer to her. Stealing her body heat as a cold wind whistled into his hair.

"I think I know what I want to wish for," She murmured, Sam blinked in surprise at this looking down at the other. Her gaze always gave him a warm chills that rolled down his spine, causing him to shiver as if cold. For a second, her eyes felt like magic.

"You can't wish to be here with someone else," Sam teased, she shook her head and snorted.

"As if!" She replied with a grin, "Is that phrase still in style?"

"Hell if I know," Sam laughed, "I'm still trying to figure out what pupper is,"

"God, Same," She snorted, "Kids these days, I feel like a wrinkled up old lady even saying that! But man, do they switch their phrases way too often,"

"An old lady? You?" Sam asked, grinning he often forgot Bailey was decently close to his age. Though Abel never seemed to tease her about it, she still looked youthful, with a few wrinkles that touched her cheeks. She was beautiful.

"I'll be a GILF in no time," She retorted "Abel's my son, I adopted him,"

"You can keep him," Sam and her laughed at this, the bell behind them let out a soft whistle as the wind continued to rush against it's old, golden frame.

"What was your wish?" Sam asked after a few heartbeats, Bailey seemed to hesitate. Moving her gaze down to the sigil on the grass, the entire reason they had come here. She had almost forgotten! The red marks made a symbol she didn't recognize.

"To...pick my own soulmate," She murmured, "I mean, I appreciate that Faith picked one for me...and I adore Baal but, it's hard," She whispered softly, "knowing we have to fall in love? Why even try. Why not just get married and be done with it. I...I don't really fall easy," She admitted, glancing up at him with a painful look burned into her features, "I've only been in love once and...I'm honestly a little scared. I know he's my soulmate but...that doesn't mean we won't have to figure things out, right? And...what if it doesn't work? I...will just have to live without a soulmate?"

Sam frowned at this, he hadn't considered that. Abel and Chamuel had been in love from the start, so had Cain and Mishka. But Bailey? She hardly liked Baal, even now she sometimes avoided the demon if possible.

"Plus, it'd have been nice to have a human soulmate. No offence to demons," she chuckled, playing with a few pieces of grass someone had left on the cobblestone. Her long purple skirt was getting dirty near the bottom, she leaned with both arms cross against the stone.

"I guess I'm old school," She whispered, "Or maybe...I just need to get used to it,"

Sam felt his heart drop, without thinking he reached his hand forward and put it over hers. The eye on his finger was opened, staring up at the night sky, up at her. She looked up at him, giving a small smile that lit up her features.

"Hey, who says the universe is in control?" Sam whispered, "Maybe...you can find your own soulmate,"

She smiled wider at him, leaning against the other and letting out a sigh as their fingers intertwined. His heart skipped a few beats at this as he rested his head on hers. They stood in silence for a few seconds, looking out at the stars.

"That one," Sam murmured to her, she glanced up to where he pointed in the skies above, "That's a--" His voice cut off as a star shot over the darkness and blinked out of existence.

"Shooting star?" Bailey murmured,

"You get another wish," Sam said with a soft laugh. She shut her eyes, listening to the sounds of the night.

"Well? Are you going to make the wish?" Sam asked as the silence continued to drag through them. She giggled, and hadn't realized how close he was to her. Their foreheads nearly touched from the closeness.

"If I tell you, it might not come true," She whispered, her eyes falling closed as he leaned forward to close the gap between them. His heart pounded against his chest, what was he doing?

"Hey!" A voice shouted, they both turned at the same time to see a police officer standing in the field with a flashlight pointed towards them. The large officer charged forward towards the school's entrance, Bailey and Sam both laughed as they scrambled to get out of the building. They bound down the steps only to freeze,

"The sigil!" They both gasped at the same time, she pelted up the steps past him and yanked out her phone. Jumping up onto the side where they had just been standing and snapping a few quick, blurry pictures and leaping down. Sam practically caught her before they raced down the steps. The police officer ran into the room,

"Freeze!" He shouted, though he sounded out of breath.

They looked at one another, taking a few slow steps backwards.

"Don't you go up there," The officer barked, putting a hand on his taser as he took a few steps forward. Bailey snorted out a soft laugh, glancing at Sam with a grin. With everything they'd fought this didn't bother them, he returned her grin as they giggled their way back up the steps. Sam felt like a teenager again as the jumped onto the edge,

"Don't you! Hey!" The officer shouted as he followed them quickly.

"Any ideas?" Sam asked as they moved to the other side of the bell. Bailey nodded, putting a hand on the bell and glancing up at Sam. A mischievous grin flashed over her features.

"You think you can make this old bell sing?" She asked, the bell was incredibly old and hadn't been rang for years due to the weight of it. It's giant brass frame took up most of the space, sitting just above the steps that lead to the balcony.

"Oh, I think I can," Sam whispered back, putting his hand on the cold bell. Bailey covered her ears, the brunette sucked in air as the cop took the last few stairs up. His eyes shot open, orange glowed in his gaze and rolled down his hand to the eye on his finger before sparking at his palm.

This caused the bell to toll loudly, the police officer screamed in shock and pain as the clanging filled the air around them. Sam covered his own ears, wincing at the loud noise as the officer collapsed on the floor beside the bell. Covering his ringing ears as the two hunters dropped past him and took off down the steps.

They laughed into the air as they raced through the church and out the door, leaving a large sigil on the brass bell. The couple hopped over the fence at rapid speed, taking off towards the park and back to Norma's house. Sam couldn't recall the last time he felt so alive! Even fighting didn't have this type of feeling, this feeling of excitement, as he looked towards her he couldn't keep the joy that surged into his body down.

***

His eyes snapped open at the sudden loud noise close to him, his tongue flickered to taste the air around him. Allowing the scents to bath his system, drinking up the smell of fruits as he glanced around him. Alan's tail switched as his eyes scanned the room, looking for Robin who had been gone longer than the Lizard was used to. The skink let out a huff as his cold body shuttered, he could tell it was night from the taste in the air and lack of lights on in Norma's room. He had been sleeping on the bed beside her, the strong smell of her perfume made the lizard grimace. He heard noises all around, voices, he could tell they belonged to the long haired primate. He smelled of bitter herbs, smoke and a pungent scent of cologne.

Alan blinked a few times as he carefully picked his way down the sheets of the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping human that had been taking care of him. Her instance to feed him her strange meat, take him outside at all hours and cut him up fruit placed her as his top favorite beside his own personal primate that was. Robin. His human had gone out and not returned, the skink could hear more talking now. Sam's voice was apparent, the lizard could smell dirt on the humans shoes. It was fresh?

Alan pushed out of the large master bedroom, the red carpet turning to white as he made his way into the hall. His blue tongue tasted the air as he went, attempting to pick up his human's smell. Perhaps he had returned with a snack for the lizard? He moved past Sam's room, dragging his back legs lazily behind him and paused beside the room. Tasting the air, he could pick up Bailey's scent of lipstick and honeysuckle but it was faint. She had been here not long ago, Sam's voice held a hint of panic in it as he talked to an invisible human behind the door.

"Eilee, just-- I didn't kiss her, I just-- I'm sorry. Okay?"

Alan didn't care to hear the rest, it wasn't about food he mused as he continued on his path towards Robin's door. He was stopped, grabbed from behind and hoisted up. Norma's smell bathed over his body, he wrapped his tail around her arm as she held him close to her.

"Are you hungry, you silly boy?" She whispered to him, Alan glanced up at her and blinked slowly. She took this as a yes, turning and walking past Sam's door once again.

"I just...felt it was fair to tell you…" Sam said, the whisper in his vice turned louder as if his anger was building, "I know this isn't the first time I've mentioned her! Please, just--" He groaned but Alan stopped listening as he was taken down the steps of the large home. Moving his feet in the air as he glanced towards the floor, she practically trotted through the kitchen and towards the man cave's door. He licked his lips at recalling the food she'd often bring him down here to enjoy.

"You're so lucky!" She whispered to him, "Usually I eat any animals that come up to my property," She raced her manicured fingers up and down his spine as they wandered through the room of the man cave.

"But I like cold blooded creatures."

She placed him on her shoulder, he gripped her shirt tight and settled on her. Her feet took the woman to the large television, putting a hand on the secret door that led to the stairs going down. She hummed to herself as she made down the steps, walking up to the small refrigerator and grabbing the handle. She turned it to the side and opened it, the cold air rushed over Alan as he licked at the air to smell the dusty space they had entered. The sudden sound of someone screaming hit his ears but he was used to this now.

She stepped into the large fridge, taking a couple quick jumps down hidden steps and making down a hallway that led deeper underground. Her feet hit a hollow space below, causing her steps to echo around them.

"Now then," She sighed, snapping a finger causing lights to flicker onward. The room was massive, the floor below had been filled with water but it had dried up. A large altar with a golden mirror sat in the center of the room with the ceiling nearly touching the top of the bottom floors of the home. If someone broke the floor they'd find the hidden altar but this didn't bother her.

Spiders raced all over the ground below her, she started to step into the black sea of moving arachnids. Alan watched with a bored expression on his face, his tongue flickered a few times as he waited for his snack to be delivered to him. The screaming got louder as the blonde made for the bodies that were wired up into a large, dark looking spider web. The web itself covered more than half the room with broken cocoons covering the ground, and a few cocoons of silk were hanging upside down over the altar. A few demons that had attacked the home not long ago screamed for help.

Her body shuddered as she walked, her skin flaked off in chunks, showing long, hairy legs that moved rapidly towards the boys. Like a centaur her upper body remained the same, but her lower body held her long, thin, spider appendages and giant abdomen. Her teeth grew sharp as she climbed way up to the demons, hooked legs making it easy for the spider to balance on her way up to the screeching, panicked men.

"Alright, Alan," She cooed towards him, eyes opened along her forehead as she stared into the men's face.

"Which one will we eat today?"