Motel in New Orleans
"Do we need to go over the plan again?"
"No, I got it. Lay the bait, set the trap."
Dean Winchester sighed as he closed the trunk. He was nervous about working a hunt without his dad. "Good, good," he said, but he was still distracted. Something was nagging at the back of his mind. He started fumbling around for his keys.
"Looking for these?"
Dean looked up and saw his cousin Darcy Moore, holding the keys to the Impala. "Do you want me to drive?" she asked.
"No, you need to practice your hoodoo," he answered. She tossed him the keys and both got into the Impala.
Darcy had been hunting with Dean for four years. She was the daughter of his mother's brother, his uncle Mike, a man that Dean had not met until a few years ago. A demon had attacked Uncle Mike and his family which prompted him to contact John Winchester, Dean's dad. Until that point Uncle Mike had shunned the Winchesters and had possibly blamed John for the death of his sister.
After his encounters with the demon Uncle Mike was convinced to let Darcy learn how to fight demons and the rest of the family went into hiding. Darcy wasn't sure how it had all gone down but she figured it was because she had done a good job helping with the demon that had attacked them. That's what John had told her. Dean knew the real reason but was sworn to secrecy. He had liked having Darcy with them on hunts. It was shortly after Sam left and going back to a three person team was great. Darcy picked up the trade really well and had impressed Dean and John. She was fourteen at the time now she was seventeen with over three years of hunting under her belt.
Dean glanced over at Darcy who was mouthing the words from the hoodoo book. "Be careful with that stuff," he warned, "it can be pretty powerful."
Darcy pushed a piece of her dark red hair out of her face and gave Dean a cocked eyebrow look.
"Okay fine," he said after a second, "you know what you're doing."
"Thank you," she said.
Dean went back to driving with a smirk on his face.
New Orleans
Darcy walked out of the building with a satisfied smile on her face. Another one bites the dust.
She turned around in time to see Dean exit as well. He was half covered in muck. The hoodoo ritual they had used had been a little messier than they thought it was going to be but it did get the job done.
Darcy couldn't help but laugh as he walked past her.
"Not one word," he muttered. There was a disgusted tone to his voice, "let's just get back to the motel so I can get a shower."
Motel New Orleans
Darcy was picking through her take-out Chinese food when Dean got out of the bathroom in his pajama bottoms and a towel around his neck.
"Dude, even I don't take that long in the shower," Darcy teased as Dean grabbed one of the other containers on the table. She noticed that serious thinking face that Dean didn't usually have. When he did, it was not a good thing. "What's wrong? You did a great job today. Uncle John is going to be proud of us."
"It's not that," Dean said with a distracted tone, "just something has been nagging at me for a while. I can't figure out what. Dad hasn't contacted us in three weeks."
Darcy shrugged. "Your phone rang while you were in the shower. You have a voicemail." She got up to trash her empty carton as Dean listened to his voicemail. He turned and faced her. "What is it?"
Dean hung up his phone. "We have to go get Sam."