The group began searching for Anna's grace, but it wasn't going well.
The biggest problem was that Anna herself had no idea where it was.
She remembered losing it when she fell from Heaven, but beyond that, everything was a blur. All she knew was that her grace had fallen somewhere on Earth.
Bobby pulled out maps while Sam searched through news reports, hoping to find anything useful. Dean threw out one theory after another, only for Anna to shake her head each time.
Henry stayed quiet.
This is really messed up.
He remembered pieces of the future. Not everything. Just enough.
If Anna regained her grace, she would become an angel again — and if his memories were correct, she would eventually try to stop Sam and Dean's parents from ever meeting, believing that preventing their birth would stop the Apocalypse before it began.
If she succeeded... no Winchester brothers.
Henry rubbed his forehead. So is it really a good idea to help her?
The problem was he couldn't exactly tell Dean and Sam the truth. "Hey, maybe don't help Anna. In the future she might try to murder your parents before you two are even born."
That conversation would not end well. For now, all he could do was keep his doubts to himself and hope things turned out differently this time.
Then he felt something. He slowly turned toward the front door.
Dean noticed immediately. "What?"
Henry stayed silent for a few seconds, concentrating on the familiar presence spreading across the salvage yard. He let out a quiet sigh. "Guys... I think we've got demon company."
Everyone became alert instantly.
Henry looked around at the others. "Do you want to stay and fight, or run?"
Dean's expression turned serious. "The one outside... is it the same son of a bitch that stabbed you at the church?"
"Yeah." Henry folded his arms. "And he's not easy to kill."
Dean didn't hesitate. "Then I'm voting we run."
Sam nodded. "With Dean."
Bobby grabbed his shotgun from beside the table. "I ain't ashamed to admit it."
Anna heard the distant sound of footsteps outside and swallowed nervously before nodding.
Henry gave a satisfied nod. "Good." He glanced toward the front door as the demonic presence continued drawing closer. "Because I wasn't planning on fighting him either."
All five of them rushed out the back door and sprinted toward the Impala.
Dean jumped into the driver's seat, Sam took the passenger, Bobby and Anna climbed into the back. Henry barely had the door shut before Dean turned the key.
The Impala roared to life. Dean slammed the accelerator and the car tore out of the salvage yard, gravel flying behind it.
For a few seconds, it looked like they had gotten away.
Then something crashed onto the roof.
BANG.
The entire car shook. Dean's eyes widened. "Oh, hell no! Nobody jumps on my Baby!"
The roof dented inward as heavy footsteps echoed above them. Henry looked up through the windshield before rolling down his window. "Don't stop." He grabbed the window frame. "I'll deal with him."
Before anyone could object, he pulled himself out of the moving Impala and leaped onto the roof.
He landed several feet away from Alastair, wind whipping at both of them as the car sped down the highway. Alastair smiled, clearly amused.
"Well... you still haven't died." A cruel grin spread across his face. "I like that."
Henry met his gaze without flinching. "Sorry to disappoint."
The wind howled around them as the two stood atop the speeding Impala, the highway blurring beneath their feet.
Alastair moved first. His fist shot toward Henry's face with enough force to crush bone. Henry ducked under it, feeling the wind pass over his head, and answered with a right hook of his own — but Alastair twisted aside before it connected.
They exchanged another flurry of blows as the Impala tore down the highway beneath them. Henry slipped past a punch and drove his knee into Alastair's stomach before following it with a hard kick to the chest.
The impact threw Alastair off balance. He slid across the roof before tumbling over the side and smashing onto the asphalt, rolling across the road.
"Stupid human meat-sack body," Alastair muttered.
Henry wasted no time. He pulled the Colt from inside his coat and aimed it down. "Bye-bye, demon."
His finger tightened on the trigger.
Before he could fire, Alastair sprang off the road with inhuman speed and disappeared into the darkness beside the highway.
Henry lowered the Colt with an annoyed sigh.
Dean's voice came from inside the car. "Can you two idiots stop jumping on my Baby?"
Henry looked down at the fresh dents in the roof. "...I don't think she's coming out of this without a few scratches."
Dean groaned loudly from behind the wheel. "I heard that!"
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After putting several more miles between themselves and Alastair, Dean pulled into an empty parking lot and killed the engine. The moment the car stopped, he climbed out and walked straight to the roof.
His eyes traveled slowly across five large dents.
Dean reached up and gently ran a hand across one of them. "Oh, Baby..." His voice was genuinely heartbroken. "What did they do to you?"
Henry climbed out and looked at the roof before scratching the back of his head. "They're just a few dents."
Dean slowly turned around with the expression of a man who had just witnessed a personal insult. "A few dents?" He pointed dramatically at the roof. "There's five of 'em!"
Henry spread his hands helplessly. "What was I supposed to do?"
"I don't know." Dean gestured at the Impala. "Maybe be a little gentler?"
Henry stared at him for a long moment before sighing. "Yeah... I probably should've sung a lullaby to the demon while he was trying to cave my skull in." Sam immediately looked away, trying not to laugh.
"Maybe if I'd asked nicely, he would've stepped off your roof and apologized for scratching the paint."
Dean opened his mouth to argue but couldn't find a response.
Henry pointed at himself. "I was the one getting punched by a white-eyed demon, Dean. Have a little pity for me too."
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