"Notice how it's always a woman. I'm telling you Sam; they're the roots of all evil. But damn do they know how to make a man feel good." Remarks Dean Winchester. Sam rolls his eyes. "Dean, you've seriously gotta shut up or I'm going to knock you out." Sam whispers to his obviously intoxicated older brother as he holds up the EMF. Truth is, neither of them knows what they're up against, but the trail of bodies definitely leads to this location and suggests that the culprit is a woman. Sam only discovered the location about an hour ago, hence the drunk Dean. With a bit of luck, they could scope the place out while the monster hunted that night.
"I'm a grown-ass man dammit and I expect to be treated like one! Now, as your older brother, I demand you give me my damn gun! I swear I'm not (hiccup) drunk". Sam is about to come up with a snarky remark when he notices light bleeding out of the doorframe on his left. Dean opens his mouth, as if to say more but Sam quickly covers his mouth with his one hand, the other restraining him from behind. Knowing that Dean is in no state to hunt right now, Sam drags his brother out of the building and back to the car hidden across the street. Once back at the crappy motel rooms that the brothers are so accustomed to, Sam practically has to carry Dean inside.
"I can walk my damn self inside. I've done it for twenty-four years now thank you very much." Sam hates when Dean hits this stage of drunk. He gets mean and bossy. Normally, Sam would've just ignored him, but he was a bit pissed off because just days earlier, he learned that Dean tricked him and let an evil angel into Sam's body in order to heal. Sam was ready to die, but Dean, the hero older brother that he thought he was, just wouldn't let him. So yea, the older brother act was a bit much for him tonight. And Dean just wouldn't stop. 'Sammy this, Sammy that'. He even hated that stupid nickname that Dean gave him when he was a kid. His name was Sam. Not Sammy. Maybe his actions were a bit much, but the next time Dean opened his mouth, Sam threw a punch knocking Dean onto the bed and out cold. The rest of the night was quiet as Sam iced his knuckles and then drifted to sleep as well.
The next morning, Sam woke first. He checked Dean's pulse, just to make sure that he hadn't hit him too hard. Alive and breathing. Sam made his way over to the curtains and threw them open, creating a very bright beam of light that led right to Dean's face.
"Dude, what the hell?" Dean jolted up from his death-like slumber. Suddenly he could feel the throbbing in his eye and faint memories from the night before came in a fog. Sam's face said it all. He was clearly not amused by his brother's drunken rant the night before. Dean thought it best to let Sammy cool off before he said a word. He quickly got into the shower and began packing their bag. They were going back into the lair of the she-bitch who wasn't very careful about where she left her victims. But it was different every time. None of the Vics had anything in common and each of their deaths was different.
Sammy finished his shower and dressed quickly. Neither of the brothers had said a word all morning. They entered the Impala and slammed their doors shut. The ride was silent as well except for the silent hum of ACDC in the background. The brothers finally arrived at the abandoned Mill in Springfield. They grabbed their weapons from the trunk and made their way to the side entrance. Sam was about to enter first when Dean pulls him back and gives him the "protective older brother" look. Sam figures its best not to start a fight right now, but his already crappy mood worsens. The boys head upstairs and find the door that the light came through the night before. Dean gives Sam the signal and they break it down.
There is a clear sign of magic use in this room as the middle of the floor contains another Vic covered in herbs and bones and blood that clearly isn't his. In the corner, there's a bed and an extremely attractive, notably naked, woman who has just been startled awake. "Don't even think about moving" Dean says and him and Sam corner her with guns. She slowly reaches for the blanket, showing the boys that all she plans to do is cover her naked body up. Though Dean is a bit disappointed, he allows her to do so.
"So what's your deal lady, some kind of witch?" Sam asks. The woman looks terrified and shakes her head no. Her facial expression slowly shifts into a sexy grin as she lunges at Sam. Sam definitely has at least one hundred pounds on this girl as he easily wrestles her to the floor while Dean prepares the ropes. They tie her to a chair and Dean cocks his gun, ready to shoot. "Dude! What are you doing! We have to figure out what she is first!" Sam yells as he pushes down Dean's hand, lowering his firearm. "Sam, she just thought she could take you on. As far as I'm concerned, that makes her monster enough. Last time I checked, we kill monsters!" Dean was really getting annoyed with Sammy's save the monsters campaign. "Dean, I'm getting real sick of you telling me what to do. You may be my older brother but after Ezekiel, as far as I'm concerned you gotta earn that title back!" Sammy went there. "When are you gonna stop throwing that in my face! I saved your damn life and I'd do it again given the choice! And last time I checked I never got so much as a thank-you. Damnit Sam, I am your older brother like it or not and I'm gonna do what I think is best in order to keep you breathing, so quit being a little bitch about it!"
Slow laughing interrupts the argument and brings the brothers back to their current location. The woman is laughing. "So you're the famous Winchester brothers. The arguing gave it away. Aren't older siblings just the worst Sammy? My sister Kakra is only about two minutes older, but she sounds just like Dean. It's a funny world isn't it? Oh and in case you haven't caught on, I'm Kissa. Egyptian goddess. At your service."
"Kissa? Well its nothing personal baby, its just business" Dean cocks his gun again and aims at her. "Dean! What is wrong with you!"?
"What? Sammy, I'm getting real tired of the you forgetting which side you're on act. Get your head in it! This is work, C'mon! We found out what she is, now we gank the she-bitch…. Unless sweetcheeks over here wants to take a final ride at the rodeo, free of charge for final wishes." Kissa remains unchanged, though her laughter grows. " I feel for ya Sam, I really do. Just last week Kakra gave me the same speech. 'Kissa, you haven't killed enough, Kissa, you're an embarrassment to the family name, yada yada yada…. Well Sam Winchester, I'm going to give you a gift. You're brother already acts like an immature asshole, might as well make the exterior fit." Kissa whistles an eerie tune and into Dean's arm carvings are made.
إلهة كتارا تحويل هذا معتوه إلى ما أسعى
(Goddess Katara, turn this moron into what I seek).
Dean cries in pain as Kissa vanishes and Sam shoots.
"Told you we should have ganked her when we could. Now what did the bitch do to me?" Sam translates the text. "Well, you don't look any different? Maybe she just wanted a distraction to get away". Regardless, Dean was pissed. The ride home was silent as was the rest of the night.
Dean woke first the next morning. But something seemed off. He couldn't put his finger on it. He remembered the events yesterday and was just praying that he didn't have a tail. He looked around, but all he could see were brown wooden bars, seemingly surrounding his bed. If this was a way to get back at him by Sam, he was going to pummel him. Speaking of gigantor, Dean heard Sam's breathing change as he woke up. He heard the loud footsteps on the wooden floor as Sam approached him. That's when things got weird.