Title: 27 for 27
Part: Prologue: Baddest Babe in the Atmosphere
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: You should know by now that I own nothing. Joss owns the girls, Kripke/Gamble own the boys.
Series Summary: 27 ficlets of insanity done to celebrate 27 years.
Set/Spoilers: Series, gen but up to season 6 to be safe (I have managed to miss every single episode so far this season. I'm not happy.)
Part Summary: Sam makes an unusual discover in an empty house.
Words: 520
Pairing/Character: Sam, Dean, woman (it's a surprise).
Dedication/Shout Out: None.
Song Base: You Make Me Feel - Cobra Starship feat. Sabi
A/N: So I did a second one because I needed to write. And apparently listen to Cobra Starship on replay 37 times. Yeesh.

27 for 27
Baddest Babe in the Atmosphere

"Did you hear that?" Sam Winchester frowned, leaning closer to the speaker.

"No, what are you hearing?" Dean glared at Sam's back.

"A girl."

"You need to get laid, Sammy," Dean grinned, shaking his head at his brother.

He turned away to investigate the back half of the house. Sam had been too into the job lately. It was starting to make him nervous.

"Dean!"

"I'm right here, Sam," Dean groaned. "I thought we were going stealth mode here, bro."

"It's not a radio signal."

"Huh?"

"That voice, it's someone in the house," Sam yelled, pounding on walls. "Hey, can you hear me?"

"Uh, Sam -"

"Can't you hear her, Dean?" Sam looked over his shoulder at his brother, panic in his eyes.

"Get me the FUCK out of here!"

"Holy shit."

"Thank you! Miss - where are you?"

"Behind the Fucking Wall! Where the Fuck DO YOU THINK I AM?"

"Mouth like a trucker, she better have the body of a goddess," Dean muttered.

"THERE! You hit it! I'm behind it!"

Dean and Sam shared a look, before pounding on the wall with a picture of what appeared to be baby Jesus. Dean frowned at it. Most crazy demon-possessed psychos didn't have pictures of grown-up Jesus on the wall, much less baby Jesus.

"Uh, Sam?"

"What?"

"You think we should be letting it out?"

"IT?" the voice was louder now through the small hole Sam had started to make. "I'm not an it!"

"Then why are you behind a picture of baby Jesus?"

"Are you a fucking idiot?" the woman yelled.

"Dean…"

"It's baby Jesus, Sam," Dean ground out. "What demon uses baby Jesus as a guarding tool?"

"The kind that doesn't want other demons to touch their shit!"

"She has a point," but Sam was frowning at the picture again.

"And they're not demons, they're corrupt monks who thought I was someone else!"

"Religious zealots trapped you in a wall."

"Base. Now let me the fuck out!"

Dean frowned over at Sam who only shrugged. They were already half-screwed anyway. What would it hurt? Using the butts of their guns, they clawed open a big enough hole in the wall for the woman to crawl through.

"Get this damn thing off of me!" the dark haired woman screamed, pulling at a hex bag around her neck.

Sam frowned at her, but dutifully used his knife to cut it off her neck. She shuddered as whatever hold it had on her dissipated. She glanced up at the two brothers. Her eyes narrowed on Dean. She drew her arm back and slugged him in the face with enough force to send him flying backwards.

"That's for saying I was a demon, jackass," she spat, turning to face Sam. "Hi, I'm Kennedy the Slayer. Thanks for getting me out of my ex's prison."

"Ex -" Sam was cut off by the force of Kennedy's knee to his gut and her elbow to his face.

Her once-brown eyes turned solid black as she grinned down wickedly at the two unconscious hunters.

"Thanks for the assist, boys. I think I'll let you live."