The angel took a hold of the older man's shoulder and disappeared.
"Not quite what I meant, but okay. I really wanted to know where exactly Watari was gonna be so I could see to it that Lilith is near the right window."
Near's voice answered. "Look at the computer.There is only one window that will suffice for any type of shot from that distance."
The image on the computer showed the correct window, but the shot would be incredibly difficult. However, L and the boys showed no signs of concern for it. Dean thought about Watari, remembering his first few encounters with the man. He'd thought at the time that Watari had to be former military. Sniper? Maybe.
Castiel soon arrived. "Ready?"
The group nodded, showing they were ready.
"Let's go, Cas."
Mere seconds later, they were standing in a safe area near the church.
"That's it over there." Dean pointed to an old church, doors and windows sealed. Sigils and other symbols on the outer walls. "Okay, Cas. Good luck."
The angel disappeared, leaving the group to wait. Mello's hand was near the hilt of his sword, the other near his gun. He was waiting..as were the others.
The younger hunter was leaning against a tree, a piece of paper in his hand, studying it. He closed his eyes for a second and put the paper back in his jacket pocket. He looked across the large expanse of land towards the church.
Bobby looked at him. "You OK?"
"Yeah, Bobby. I'm fine. Honest."
He moved towards him. "I know it's hard. The numbers don't look good. Remember what Meg said after we got rid of the damned demon?"
"Sam survived it after Meg left him. It's hard, Bobby."
"She didn't ride his body too hard either, Dean. He was needed. These hosts aren't..they're convenient."
"I know. Until Meg, I never really thought much about it. You know? It's a demon, you kill it."
"It's difficult, Dean, but in this case, we're going to have to see it as delivering mercy," he said quietly.
"Okay, Bobby. Mercy. I never thought of it like that. Thanks, Bobby."
"Welcome, kid," he hugged him.
Dean hugged him back, wanting to ask him to keep an eye on Sam, Lisa, and Ben if something should happen. He didn't because he knew the older hunter would be angry with him. He just wanted to cover all possibilities. This was Lilith.
L frowned, waiting for Castiel.
Dean joined him, "You okay?"
He nodded. "Just waiting for this to begin."
"Yeah. The calm before the storm. It's hard."
L shrugged slightly. "Any fight can be difficult."
"None of them are alike. Strange in some ways. You'd think that there'd be some, but they're not."
"Certain things follow patterns, some do not."
"Patterns are what Sam and I look for when we are researching a hunt. Most things we fight give out patterns. When a demon is around, lights flicker."
"I know. It's easier to wait, when you talk about anything. I'm not very good at waiting."
Castiel showed up with an unconscious female about thirty years in age and moderately attractive.
Dean walked over to look at the woman. "Let's hope Lilith isn't feeling picky. She likes them drop dead gorgeous if she can get them."
"This was the only female in the group," the angel told him.
"Don't get me wrong, Cas. If I hadn't decided on stopping all that shit before Lisa showed, up, and if she wasn't a Satanist, I'd have a go."
He nodded. "Shall we?"
Dean reached down and grabbed an arm. "Mello? Can you grab the other arm? We can't afford to fight our way from the bottom up. I suggest we bypass floors one through four. She's gonna be up high, and if she's playing little girl, she's on that carousel or something close by. That okay with everyone? And, Cas? Stick close by. When she's dead, there's gonna be hell to pay and we'll need out quick. As soon as the tranq hits her, get Watari back home."
Castiel nodded and teleported the group. However, there was a slight problem. They were outside the building.
"What keeps angels out? "
"There are ancient sigils that can keep an angel away," he answered.
"Aw, come on, Cas! Can you drop us on the roof, maybe?"
"That was the second thing I tried, Dean," he told him.
"Seven floors? Can't use the elevator. Damn it. Okay, let's go, guys. We head straight to the stairwell and try to avoid anything that moves until we get to the fifth floor."
"I will not be able to enter with you," he said. "I am sorry. Unless you can find the sigils and break them, I am barred from entering."
Castiel nodded. "Be careful..all of you."
"We plan to be, Cas. None of us wants to be demon fodder."
"I will wait with Watari," he told them, then disappeared.
The group nodded, heading to see what could be found.
They finally found a rusted door at the rear of the building. "L, since Melloand I are busy here with Sleeping Beauty, can you pick it? The detective pulled his picks out, cracking the door within moments.
L managed to lift/push to help minimize the noise. It did creak but not as bad as it could've.
"Careful everyone. Never open a door if we can avoid it. We don't want battles on the lower levels. Surprise has to be on our side. Look for one door and it should say stairs or something similar. No talking."
All three nodded, hands near weapons as they looked around. Near's voice sounded in the ear pieces. "Door is thirty yards forward to the left."
Dean's thanks was barely heard. He nodded to those taking the lead. He and Mello continued to carry the woman between them.
L opened the door after Matt drew his blade, making sure to have something in hand in case someone was inside of it.
Soon everyone was in the stairwell. "Someone want to swap out for a bit? Take her arm here? I want to share the lead with L on this."
Bobby said that he would. "Matt, take Mello's place would you? Mello, will you watch our rear?"
The boys swapped out, falling into position.
Dean put his back to L's. "We go up like this, watching above and below us. We can spin slowly one always facing up and one down, turning so we are getting glimpses of past and upcoming doors. We never the face the same way for more then a few seconds unless we see something."
"Good way to trip up a stair," Matt pointed out.
"No. He is one stair up facing up. I'm down. I turn to go up above him. He faces down. No one goes up those stairs backwards. You and Bobby are second eyes for up. Mello is keeping an eye on the rear, so he's second for that."
L nodded, starting the pattern.