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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳

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"What do you mean you don't think it's gonna work, Uncle Bobby? It's demon-dispelling ritual," Delaney groaned, jumping slightly when the boys tapped on the cafe window to her right and waved a bunch of papers around. "Well, maybe we got the translation wrong. Look, we can't just let Dean fry in Hell while we - " She paused as the translation on the laptop in front of her showed it was finding another translation. "There's got to be something - Yeah. No. I got to. Never mind."

Dean and Sam walked over to the table and eyed their sister suspiciously who had quickly hung up the phone the second she saw them walk over. "Hey, Della. Who was that?"

"I was just... ordering pizza."

Sam rose an eyebrow and gestured to the cafe around them. "Delly, you do realize that you're in a cafe, right?"

Delaney inwardly grimaced at the horrible lie she concocted. You'd think she would be better at lying since she practically did it all the time on hunts and that she still lied to the boys about what Yellow Eyes said to her in her dream. "Uh... yeah. I just felt like pizza, you know?"

Dean sat down and shook his head at his sister. "Okay, Weirdy McWeirderton. So, I think Sammy and I got something. Cicero, Indiana. Falls on his own power saw."

Delaney took the newspaper that Dean held out to her and stared at the article oddly. "Okay... and? What, that's it? One power saw? You think this is a case?"

"I don't know," Dean shrugged and draped his arm on the back of Sam's chair as he leant back. "It could be!"

"I don't know, Dean."

"There's something better in Cicero than just a case... Lisa Braeden," Dean admitted, a sheepish grin taking over his face.

Delaney exchanged a look with Sam, who seemed just as confused as she did. "Do I even want to know?"

"Remember that road trip I took, uh... gosh, about eight years ago now? You were on that freshman class trip in high school and Sam had been on a case in Orlando with Dad."

"Yeah. The five states, five-day - "

"Well, kind of," Dean cut across Sam, chuckling softly. "Although I spent most of my time in Lisa Braeden's loft."

Delaney scoffed lightly and sat back in her chair, crossing her arms across her chest. "So let me get this straight. You want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some random chick?"

"She was a yoga teacher. It was the bendiest weekend of my life," Dean said, earning a groan of disgust from Delaney and Sam. "Come on, Delaney, have a heart, huh? It's my dying wish."

"You can't use the fact you're going to Hell as an excuse to get things, Dean."

"You used to use the fact you were the baby and the only girl to get things," Dean countered with a pout. "Come on, Della, smile! I know I'm gonna be smiling after twenty-four hours with Gumby Girl. Wait... does that make me Pokey?"

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Dean had dropped both Sam and Delaney off at the motel before he sped off in the Impala to go find Lisa Braeden. Sam mentioned wanting to take a nap so Delaney told him she'd be at the nearby diner to get herself something to eat and do a little more research on how to help Dean if they could. It was only a block away and Sam could call her if anything were to happen, or vice versa.

Delaney had Sam's laptop open in front of her again and she wrote down whatever variations of the demon-dispelling ritual translation popped up. She had never been more tired from trying to figure out a translation ever. Who knew that there were so many different ways to translate the ritual and that only one way truly worked?

The laptop suddenly closed shut and Delaney snapped her head up to see the blonde haired boy from Tamara's house sat in front of her. 

"Hello, Delaney."

"You've been following me since Lincoln?" Delaney questioned, staring at the guy incredulously.

Blondie smirked at her and grabbed one of the fries from the plate next to Delaney. "Nothing gets by you, huh, sweetheart? You should honestly try one of these. They are like deep fried crack."

Delaney scoffed and tugged her plate away from the boy across from her. "That knife you had - you can kill demons with that thing?"

Blondie twirled the fry around between his fingers and shrugged lazily. "Comes in handy when I have to swoop in and save the damsel in distress."

Delaney decided to ignore Blondie's comment about her being a damsel in distress because that was the furthest thing from the truth, but whatever. "Where did you get it?"

"SkyMall," Blondie informed and grabbed a spare plate, squeezing ketchup onto it.

Delaney rolled her eyes when Blondie took the plate back and took some more fries from the plate. "Why are you following me?"

Blondie smiled around the fry that hung from his mouth. "I'm interested in you."

"Why?"

"Because you've got green eyes... and I love girl a with green eyes that resemble an emerald. Plus, you got that whole anti-Christ thing going on," Blondie replied, waving his hand around at the end as if the last bit wasn't that big of a deal.

Delaney blinked at the stranger across from her in surprise. How did he know about her having demon blood inside of her? She didn't even know who this kid was and yet he made snide comments about her and even knew her name.

"You know, generation of psychic kids, Yellow-Eyed Demon rounds you up, celebrity death match ensues. You're the sole survivor."

"How do you know about that?"

Blondie grabbed Delaney's drink and took a long sip from it. "I'm a good hunter. So, Yellow Eyes had some pretty big plans for you, Del."

Delaney gave Blondie a deadpan expression, not amused at all by this guy's presence. "Had being the keyword there, dude."

"Oh, that's right. Ding-dong, the demon's dead. Good job with that. It doesn't change the fact that you're special... in that Anthony Michael Hall E.S.P. visions kind of way, you know, if we was a female."

Delaney shook her head and leant her elbows on the table. "I don't know what you've heard, Blondie, but that stuff doesn't happen anymore, okay? Not since Yellow Eyes died. I'm just Delaney now."

Blondie shrugged and crossed his arms across his chest as he relaxed back in the booth seat. "Well, I'm still thinking you're still a pretty big deal. I mean, after all that business with your mom."

Delaney's eyes widened slightly, not knowing that there was anything more to what happened with her mom. "What about my mom?"

"You know, what happened to her friends," Blondie responded and froze when Delaney just stared at him. "You... don't know. You've got a lot of catching up to do, my psychic friend. So, why don't you look into your mom's friends and give me a call?" He grabbed Delaney's hand and wrote down a number on her hand with Delaney's pen. "And, by the way, you know there is a case in this town, right?"

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows as Blondie stood up and walked out of the diner just seconds before Delaney's phone rang on the table next to her notepad. She picked it up to see that it was Dean and quickly put it to her ear. "Dean?"

"Della, there is a job in this town."

Delaney glanced to the door where Blondie had just walked out of and resisted the urge to scream in frustration. Seriously, who was this guy? "Really?"

"Yeah. You know that one freak accident we read about in the paper? Turns out there's four more that never even made the paper, all in this Morning Hill gated community. People falling off ladders and drowning in their jacuzzis all over the neighborhood."

"That is weird."

"Yeah, something's up... something these nice, big gates can't protect them from."

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Delaney had ran back to the motel to get Sam to go with her and talk to woman who's husband fell off the ladder. They had posed as two lawyers from the insurance company and went to speak the mom, who had a daughter named Dakota. Delaney had noticed two small blood splatters on the window next to the ladder and on the metal gate just beside the window. She had even noticed a large bite mark on the back of the mom's neck. It was definitely strange, especially with the daughter just staring blankly from the window.

The two siblings had gone back to the motel to do some research on what could be making these children act so strangely and why the parents would have bite marks on the back of their necks as if something had been eating them without them knowing. 

Delaney glanced up from her book when Dean entered the motel room. "Hey."

"Hey, something's wrong with the kids in this town," Dean announced, shutting the door behind him and tossing his jacket onto the bed as he passed by it.

"Yeah, tell us about it," Sam replied and continued to type away at his laptop. "Dean, what do you know about changelings?"

"Evil monster babies?" Dean asked, walking over to the table where Delaney and Sam were sat and leant his hands on the back of Sam's chair to read over his shoulder.

Sam shook his head and scrolled through the lore site he had found the information on. "No, not necessarily babies. They're kids and they stare at you like you're their lunch. There's one at every victim's house. Changelings can perfectly mimic children. According to lore, they climb in the window, snatch the kid."

"Oh, yeah. There were marks on the windowsill at one the kids' houses. Looked like blood to me," Delaney added.

Dean sat down at the desk across from the table and grabbed the duffle bag, taking random items out to make something. What, Delaney didn't know, but she hoped that it would help them get rid of these changeling things. "So, the changelings grabs a kid, assumes its form, joins the happy fam just for kicks."

Sam chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, not quite. Changelings feed on the mom... synovial fluid. The moms have these odd bruises on the back of their necks. Changelings can drain them for a few weeks before the mom finally croaks."

"And then there's dad and the babysitter - "

"Yeah, I guess anyone who gets between the changeling's food source ends up dead," Delaney suggested.

Dean held up the make-shift torch he made while Sam had explained everything he gathered from the lore sit he found on the creatures. "And fire's the only way to waste them. We'll just bust in, drag the kids out, torch them on the front lawn. That will play great with the neighbors. What about the real kids? What happens to them?"

"According to lore, they stash them underground somewhere. I don't know why, but if it's true, the real kids might be out there," Sam informed.

"We better start looking," Dean stood up from his spot at the desk and walked over to the table, seeming to be in deep thought. "So, any kid in the neighborhood is vulnerable?"

"Yeah."

"We got to make a stop. I want to check on someone."

Delaney shot up from her seat and grabbed Dean's button up sleeve, tugging him back. "Dean, if these kids are out there, then we don't have time to - "

"We have to, Della."

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Dean had explained to the siblings that Lisa Braeden had a son named Ben that was eight-years-old. She claimed it wasn't Dean's son, but he still felt as if Lisa had lied to him about Ben being his son. He had only known the kid for a short while, but he still felt like he needed to protect the kid. Delaney actually find it quite admirable that her brother wanted to protect a kid he didn't even really know and that could potentially really not even be his own kid. 

Delaney and Sam waited in the Impala while Dean ran up to the front door to talk to Lisa and see if Ben was still Ben or not. Delaney hoped for Dean's sake and sanity that Ben hadn't been touched at all. She wanted the Winchester luck to not kick them in the ass just for once and let this poor boy be okay. However, it seemed the Winchester Luck would be kicking them int he ass once again.

"That's not Ben. He's different."

"What?!" Delaney exclaimed as Dean rushed back into the Impala and started it back up. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I checked his windowsill. I don't think it's blood and I think I know where the kids are."

The Winchesters arrived outside of a house that was under construction and they stepped out to inspect the house. Delaney saw some dirt on the side and picked some up, shining her flashlight on it to see that it was red instead of brown. "Red dirt. That's what was on the window. Not blood."

"You and Sammy take the front, I'll go around," Dean instructed and ran off from his siblings.

Delaney crept around the inside of the house which was mostly wooden panels and no walls just yet, clear tarps hung from the ceiling and there were multiple tools and wood scattered across the floor.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Delaney's eyes snapped up and saw the reflection of the red-headed real estate woman in the mirror, noticing her monster-like features. She whirled around with Sam to see the woman looked normal and Delaney stumbled back a step, almost tripping over the bag at her feet that contained the make-shift torch.

"This is private property. I'm calling the police."

"Ah, we're sorry. We don't mean to cause any trouble. Let me just get my bag and we'll be going," Sam held his hand up as he squatted down next to the bag at Delaney's feet and was quick to pull out the make-shift torch and pulled the trigger. There was a wooshing sound and then the woman was gone.

Delaney sighed and slapped a hand to her side. "Great, there's a mother now, too?! Let's get down to Dean."

Sam nodded in agreement and the two siblings rushed down to the basement where Dean had crept down to when he heard a noise down there. They ran around the corner to see Dean had broken open the window above to let the captured kids out. 

"Dean, there's a mother!" Sam informed once the duo stopped behind the four kids that waited their turn to get out, one of them being Ben. Delaney could see why Dean thought Ben was his kid, he looked just like him aside from the brown eyes that he must have gotten from Lisa.

"A mother changeling?"

"Yeah, we have to get these kids out quick," Delaney responded and ran over to help Dean to lift the kids through the window while Sam broke the lock on the last kid's cage behind them.

"I guess that's why the changelings are keeping the kids alive - so the mom can snack on them," Dean noted, lifting one of the little girls through the window.

Delaney had just lifted one of the boys through the window when the little girl next to Ben screamed and she spun around to see the real estate lady a few feet away. She sent her and Dean flying back through the wooden panels and onto their backs, the two groaning in pain. Dean pushed himself to his feet and helped his sister up, checking her over quick to make sure she was okay, minus the minor back pain from being flung.

Sam tried to torch the real estate lady, but she kicked the lighter out of his hand and kicked him across the face which sent him flying to the ground with a grunt. Delaney lunged at the woman with a 2x4 plank of wood, but it barely phased the woman and Delaney got sent onto her back again.

"Ben, get them out here!" Dean yelled, grabbing a brick and rushing at the real estate woman. He disoriented her for a moment and continued to attack her.

Delaney grabbed the torch Sam dropped and yelled at Dean to move out of the way before she pulled the trigger and sent the woman into flames. She dropped the torch at her feet and held her back as a hot pain shot up it. "So long, bitch."

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Dean had driven all the kids back to their respective homes and the last one to drop was Ben with Lisa waiting outside for them when they showed up. Ben rushed out of the car, yelling for Lisa as he leapt into her waiting arms.

"Ben! Ben, baby, are you okay?" Lisa asked, holding Ben tightly in her arms. "What the hell just happened?"

"I'll explain everything if you want me to," Dean offered, walking over to Ben and Lisa while Delaney and Sam stood by the Impala. "But, trust me, you probably don't. The important thing is that Ben's safe."

"Thank you," Lisa cried, placing Ben back down onto his own two feet and pulled Dean in for a tight hug. "Thank you."

"We'll give you guys some time."

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Delaney paced back and forth in the parking lot of the motel, Blondie leant against the wall in front of her after Delaney had called him and told him he needed to come meet her. She had spent the past half hour looking into her mother's friends like Blondie had suggested her to do. The things she had found out... none of it made sense to her. 

"They're all dead. All of them. All of my mom's friends. Her doctor, her uncle - everyone that knew her, systematically wiped off the map," Delaney laughed humorlessly, slapping a hand to her side. "Someone went through a hell a lot of trouble to cover their tracks."

"Yeah. The Yellow-Eyed Demon," Blondie informed as if Delaney hadn't concluded that already.

"So, what's your deal? You show up wherever I am. You know all about me. You know all about my mom," Delaney ranted, tugging a hand through her hair with a huff. "You say you're just a hunter. Just some hunter who knows more about my family than I do. Just tell me who you are, Blondie."

"Del, it - "

"Just tell me who you are!" Delaney demanded, tired of this guy's elusive nature.

Blondie chuckled on the other end and Delaney wished she could reach forward and strangle him. "It doesn't matter."

Delaney stepped forward and narrowed her eyes at Blondie and even though there was a noticeable height difference of at least seven inches between the two, she didn't back down once. "Just tell me who you are!"

"Fine," Blondie replied and pushed off the wall. He blinked his eyes once and they went demon-back, causing Delaney to stumble back a step and went to go into her inner jacket pocket. "Ah, I'd think twice before throwing that Holy Water, cupcake."

Delaney held the flask threateningly between the both of them. "Just give me one damn reason I should."

"I'm here to help you."

"Is that some kind of joke?" Delaney challenged, gripping the flask tighter in her shaking hand.

Blondie rolled his now blue eyes and held up his left hand. "God's honest truth... or whatever."

"You're a demon."

"I actually like to be called Randy, thanks. I'm here because I want to help you, and I can if you trust me," Blondie explained, crossing his arms. 

"Trust you?" Delaney balked and scoffed, shaking her head. "You? Start talking. All those murders... what was the demon trying to cover up?"

Randy shook his head with a sigh. "I don't know, Del. I don't even know what happened to your mother. Honest. That's what I'm trying to find out. All I know is that it's about you."

Delaney's hand slowly lowered at the new information, her arm hanging limply at her side. "What?"

"Don't you get it, Del? It's all about you. What happened to your mom, what happened to her friends - they're trying to cover up what he did to you. I want to help you figure it out."

"Why would you want to help me?"

"I have my reasons. Not all demons are the same, Del. Not all of us want the same thing. Me? I want to help you from time to time. That's all. If you let me, there's something in it for you."

Delaney eyed Randy suspiciously, not knowing what he could possibly give to her. He was a demon for crying out loud. Who even knew if Randy told the truth about anything so far, except for Mary and her friends? "What could you possibly - "

"I can help you save Dean."

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

Welp, Randy has officially made his mark in the story, peeps. Are you guys ready for the rollercoaster because I AM! You guys have no idea how pumped I am for Randy&Delaney, UGH! SEASON/BOOK THREE IS ABOUT TO A RIDE whew!