Chapter Five, Consequences

Dean and Bobby had come down on Sam like a ton of bricks. They gave him two options: he could either hand over his phone and what he had filled full of Demon blood or Bobby could lock him in his room made of Devil's trap, salt-coated iron walls downstairs and they'll search his things. Reluctantly Sam decided on the former rather than the later. But he still got himself punched in the face a couple of times by Dean and shouted at by Dean and Bobby until they were blue in the face. When Harley came home later that night with happy smiles on her face she kissed Dean and Bobby's cheeks goodnight and completely ignored Sam as she headed up to bed.

***

Next morning after Harley had showered and changed into a white long sleeved T-shirt, black jean shorts, a red plaid shirt, a red leather jacket and black combat boots. She strapped her thigh holster to her thigh, put her hair up into a braided bun, putting on some mascara, eyeliner and lipgloss. And finally putting on some black stud earrings and her bracelet.
"Morning sweetheart, how was your date?" Bobby asked, as Harley entered the kitchen.
"Morning Bobby. Morning Dean." Harley said, kissing their cheeks once again before she took a seat next to Dean. "It was amazing we went to this Italian restaurant and afterwards went for a drive and parked at a cliff just looking at the view, the stars and talking." She said happily, digging into her breakfast and sipping her cup of tea.

"Harley-" Sam started, a pained look on his face.
"I'm not talking to you. You lied to all of us, said some really hurtful things and you're still lying to Bobby and Dean." Harley snarled.
"REALLY SAM!!" Dean shouted.
"The Demon bitch has turned him into an addict where he cares for nothing but his next fix." Harley informed them, only for Sam to throw his stuff on to the floor with a loud smash.
"DON'T TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT!!" Sam snarled, looking so much like John it was scary.
"Clean this up. Now!" Bobby ordered, handing Sam a broom and a dustpan and brush.
"So, apart from what Gabriel has said. What do we know about Angels?" Dean asked, after breakfast, where they had retreated to the library.

Bobby picked up a pile of books and put them in front of Dean and Harley.
"Start reading." Bobby said. Dean looked at the pile of books, and then turned towards Sam.
"You're gonna get me and Harley some pie, and if you take too long you'll end up in the panic room. Locked down there!" He warned.

***

Dean and Harley were reading the books Bobby had given them, while the old hunter was on the phone trying to call another hunter to ask her if she had heard anything or knew anything about angels.
"Pack your things, we need to go as soon as Sam gets back." Bobby said, hurrying to grab his car keys.
"Where?" Dean and Harley asked at the same time.
No one had time to reply as the sound of the Impala's engine was heard. Sam pulled up to the house and Bobby approached the car window.
"Keep the engine running!" He said.

"Why? What's going on?" Sam asked, confused.
"I got a friend one state over-- Olivia Lowry. I've been trying to reach her for three days on this angel thing. It's not like her to ignore this many calls." Bobby said worriedly.
"Olivia Lowry-- a hunter, right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. We're gonna go check on her. You guys follow me." Bobby said, and walked to his car. Dean approached the driver's side of the car.
"Scoot over." He said, grabbing the bag of food Sam brought back and looked inside it "Dude?"
"Yeah?" Sam asked.
"Where's the pie?" Dean asked, irritated, making his sister laugh slightly "You coming Rosie?" He asked Harley.
"Harley?" Sam tried again.
"Samuel." Harley said coldly. "I think I'm riding with Bobby." If she was in the same car as Sam right now she'd punch him. Again.

***

Bobby entered the house, armed with his gun, followed by Harley, Dean and Sam, who were also armed.
"Olivia?" Bobby called. When they turned the corner they saw Olivia lying dead and covered in blood. Bobby quickly walked away, out of the room.
"Bobby?" Dean asked, to see if he was okay but Bobby ignored him.
"Salt line." Sam said, pointing to the doorway.
"Congrats, you've won a medal." Harley sassed, rolling her eyes.
"Olivia was rocking the EMF meter." Dean said, picking up the EMF reader.
"Spirit activity" Sam nodded.

"Yeah-- on steroids. I have never seen a ghost do this to a person." Dean and Harley said sarcastically. Bobby walked back into the room with his phone in his hand. "Bobby, are you all right?" Dean and Harley asked.
"I called some hunters nearby..." Bobby said.
"Good. We can use their help."
"Except they ain't answering their phones either" Bobby said.
"Something's up, huh?" Sam asked.
"You think?" Harley and Bobby asked sarcastically.

***

Dean was on the phone with Bobby who was in his car with Harley.
"We're in Jackson. It's not pretty. He looks even worse than Olivia. What about you?" Dean asked.
"We checked on Carl Bates and R.C. Adams. They've redecorated... in red" Bobby said.
"What the hell is going on here, Bobby? Why did a bunch of ghosts suddenly want to gank off-duty hunters?" Dean asked.
"I don't know, but until we find out, you guys better get your asses to my place."
"We're on our way." Dean said, hanging up. Sam was driving while Dean was asleep in the passenger seat.

The car pulled up to a stop at a service station. Sam got out of the car and put the gas pump in the car and then he walked to the restroom. He was washing his hands when his breath became visible. The bathroom mirror is covered with foggy mist. Sam looked carefully into the mirror and saw Henriksen's reflection.
"Hi, Sam. It's been a while."
"Henriksen. Are you-- did you..." Sam tried to talk.
"I didn't survive... if that's what you're asking?"
"I'm sorry!"
"I know you are." Henriksen said.
"Look, if we'd known Lilith was coming--" Sam started saing, but Henriksen cut him off.

"You wouldn't have left half a dozen innocent people in that police station to die in your place. You did this to me. It was your fault. She was after you, and I paid the price. You left us there to die!" Henriksen shouted, and then attacked Sam, grabbing him and throwing him against the mirrors. Henriksen knocked Sam's head on the sink making him fall to the ground. Dean entered and shot at the ghost making him disappear.

***

Harley and Bobby had just arrived home. They walked in when the temperature dropped and their breath became visible. They heard children laughing from another room.
"Stay close." Bobby said urgently to Harley, grabbing an iron poker from the fireplace, while Harley cocked her gun and walked towards the noise. The lights flickered and the radio started playing up. Bobby and Harley watched as a ball bounced down the stairs.
"What the hell?" Harley whispered. Bobby turned to look at his adoptive daughter, but when he did he saw two little girls, staring at him. Harley seeing the terror on the man's face she also turned to see what he was looking at. One of the ghosts threw the gun out of Harley's hands when she shot at them, then the other threw Harley against the wall causing her to blur her vision.

Before she passed out she heard the girls say something to Bobby, but she didn't understand what. The last thing she saw was Bobby being taken away. Harley opened her eyes disturbed by the annoying sound coming from the upper floor. She looked around for Bobby but didn't see him anywhere.
"Bobby!" She called in a low voice, but no one answered.
Meanwhile, the noise upstairs did nothing but increase. She looked around and saw her gun on the floor that had been knocked from her hands. She took it quickly and went upstairs hoping that besides the disturbing noise there was also Bobby. Harley reached the hallway and came to the door of the room where the noise was coming from.
'Why did it have to be my bedroom?' Harley thought with a sigh. She took a deep breath and entered slowly. Right in front of her was the last person she would ever expect.