The phone rang.
"Bobby? What is it?" Dean asked, gesturing as Sam for a pen. Frowning, Sam fished one out of his pocket and handed it over. Dean scribbled something on the hotel notepad beside the bed. "Right, that's not far from here. We'll check it out. And what's that supposed to mean?" He hung up.
Sam was sitting on the end of the motel bed. "What'd Bobby have to say?"
Dean shrugged. "A friend of his is in trouble, up in Massachusetts. He wants us to check it out. And uh... He said to brace ourselves."
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(A.N. for my general idea of what it would look like, check out the first like, 45 seconds of this video. Except you know, Zachariah instead of the voodoo witch. .com/watch?v=pSlLFf3o4mU )
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Dean banged on the door. "Anybody home?" Nothing moved. He turned to Sam, an expectant look on his face. Sam sighed and crouched down to pick the lock. As soon as the pick was inserted, a sound like a gunshot went off and the Winchesters went flying off the front steps, landing hard in the dirt ten or so feet away from the house.
"What the..." Sam wheezed, the wind knocked out of him.
Just then, a tiny blonde woman ran out the door. "Pizza's here!" She called over her shoulder into the house. She took a second look. "Nevermind, the pizza isn't here yet, it's just a couple of guys I don't know." She pulled out a rifle.
"Whoa, just hold on okay! Bobby sent us, he said you needed our help!" Dean shouted, holding his hands up.
The woman looked surprised and lowered the gun. "Thank God, I was getting desperate. We need all the help we can get, fast." She smiled. "By the way, sorry about the defenses, my sister set them up."
Sam got to his feet, holding out a hand to help Dean. "Well at least you know they work." He rubbed his back, and followed her into the house hesitantly, clearly expecting to get attacked again.
Inside, the house was chaos. Ancient books were strewn all over, with papers and candles sprinkled over top. Another woman sat with her back to them, typing frantically on a laptop. Her dirty blonde hair was short and choppy, as if it had been done in ten minutes without a mirror.
The first woman collapsed on a couch littered with herbs and knives. "Jae, these are the Winchesters. Remember Bobby said they were coming?" She turned to face them. "Jae here is the perfect example of why you do not call an angel... What was it again?" She frowned thoughtfully. "I think she called him a 'pompous, self-righteous, scum-sucking, egotistical asshat who thinks he's God's gift to mankind, when he doesn't actually give a rat's ass about anybody' Needless to say, Zachariah got a tad bit ticked off."
The other woman finally turned to face them, rolling her eyes. Dean recoiled a bit.
"Whoa." He and Sam said in unison.
She didn't have a mouth. Where her lips had once been the skin looked like wax after it melted together, almost smooth, but unnatural looking. She made an indistinct sound and waved. She pulled a black marker and a pad of paper onto her lap and scribbled something. She held it up.
Hi
Dean coughed. "Hello to you too. I take it this is what you needed our help with?"
Jae tore off the sheet, discarding it on the floor and wrote something quickly.
A reversal spell, ideally one that applies to angels. We can't find one, so our next option is a general one that will work on anything, but powerful enough to undo an angel's work. We've tried everything, nothing is powerful enough.
She cocked her head, and tore off the paper to a new sheet.
Angels are such jerks.
The first girl finally spoke. "We've been looking for a way to reverse it for almost three days. She's hungry and dehydrated, since she doesn't have a mouth to eat or drink from. Without water, she's got maybe two more days, tops."
"Well we better hurry then. Dean, you take the bookshelf over there, I'll look on my computer. Don't worry, Jae - was it? And I didn't catch your name..." Sam commented.
"Lipless here is Jae, and I'm Alexz."
"Well we'll find a way to undo this." He assured her.
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Thud! Whoosh!
Alexz threw her book across the room, and it bounced off the desk, sending papers flying as it hit the floor. "Okay that's it Jae. We're taking you to the hospital, and we're hooking you up to an IV, and we're giving you some freaking nutrition!"
Jae snorted, and typed something quickly on her laptop. She clicked on something, and immediately an automated voice came out of the computer, reading what she had typed in a robotic British accent. "Oh. And. What. Are. You. Go. Ing. To. Tell. Them. I am. So. Sorry. Her. Mouth. Seems. To. Have. Disa. Pe. Ard. Can. You. Fix. It?"
Alexz made an impatient sound. "We could tell them it's genetic."
Jae snorted again, and quickly typed something else. She turned to raise her eyebrows at her companion as the computer announced.
"This. Is. Ex. Actly. Why. You. Suck. At. Science. They. Won't. Buy. That. Bull. Crap."
"Well we're doing something! You think I haven't hear your stomach growling nonstop? We need to do something, it's been ages and we've got absolutely nothing!"
This time Jae didn't bother to type up what she wanted to say, simply scribbling it on her notepad and holding it up.
Drop it. When I collapse from hunger, then we can go to the hospital.
Alexz shook her head, but picked another book up off the floor and flipped through it.
Jae turned back to her computer, as if she was going to keep researching, but instead shuddered and wrapped her arms around her torso, eyes shut tight. As if sensing Dean's gaze, they opened and glared at him. She scribbled quickly on the paper.
Say anything to my sister and you're dead. My stomach just hurts, that's all.
Dean nodded, silent understanding passing from masochistic older sibling to masochistic older sibling.
The silence only lasted for a few minutes, until the younger girl spoke quietly. "We could cast a glamour spell, one to make it look like you, you know...Have a mouth. If you pretend to be in a coma, they'll totally hook you up to an IV. Come on Jae, please?"
Sam spoke up. "Look Alexz, I'm sorry, and trust me I want to help your sister too, but we need to think about this. I don't think it's going to be as simple as walking in and saying 'here, she's in a coma. Do something' because they'll figure out if she's faking. There has to be something else."
Dean nodded.
"MMMPH!" Jae tried to shout, but it came out indistinct and muffled. She leapt into the air and did a somersault. Her eyes were shining and she frantically wrote on her notepad.
I found it.
"Found it?" Alexz repeated.
Jae nodded and gestured at her computer. Alexz rushed over and peered at the screen.
"I dunno Jae, are you sure? This is some pretty heavy witchcraft." Her voice was concerned, but delight seeped through.
Her sister rolled her eyes and nodded. She waved Sam and Dean over to the computer.
Sam raised his eyebrows. "You really think this is going to work?"
"Hey I fully support any plan that involves attacking Zachariah with a knife, but do you really think you'll be able to? This guy managed to give me stomach cancer for crying out loud." Dean agreed.
All constructive criticism will be ignored. She wrote.
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"We good?" Alexz asked, looking around.
"I think so." Sam replied, looking at the paper in his hand. "This circle will really trap an angel?"
"Uh huh, trust me. We've used it before. It's like an angelic devil's trap."
"So what now?" Dean demanded. He was leaning against the wall beside Jae. Jae was twirling a long knife in her hand with the air of practice. She has misplaced her pen and paper, so she couldn't share her opinion.
"We summon the bastard. Everybody know what they're doing?" Alexz replied.
A few "Yeah." 's were muttered.
"Kay. It's time." She began to speak in latin, crooning some words like a song, some words harsh and guttural. She began to speak faster and faster, her tongue racing over the syllables until a harsh screech filled the air and Zachariah appeared in the center of the room. Dean immediately stepped into his view.
"You!" Zachariah hissed, approaching threateningly. Suddenly a match dropped and a flame raced around the circle of holy oil. He froze, trapped inside.
"Gotcha, chuckles." Dean growled.
He faced Dean again, about to spit out angry words when a soft voice cut him off.
"Hey dumbass." He spun to face Alexz, who held out a white styrofoam bowl.
Suddenly Jae was inches away from him as she sliced a shallow gash in his chest. Alexz held the bowl so the blood ran into it, and Zachariah was powerless to stop it. As they backed away, Sam stepped in.
"Sang pour un ennemi,
gré guérir du dommage tu a rendre sa bouche.
Gré tu rendre affliger non plus, et..."
Sam read off his paper, his voice strong. As he spoke Jae scooped up some of the liquid with her hands, cupping them together. The blood in the bowl was unaffected, as the portion in her hands began to churn and froth. Jae stayed still, her eyes fixed on the brilliant red cure she held. The moment Sam finished speaking, she splashed the blood on her face, ignoring how it ran and ruined her white shirt. Everyone else watched in silence as she pivoted on her heel to face them all. She removed her hands. The blood glistened on her cheeks and pouty lips as she smirked.
"I'm baack!"
"And what now Jaeden? What exactly are you going to do will all that extra angel blood?" Zachariah demanded.
Her smirk grew more pronounced. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm going to do with it. And it's Jae. Not Jaeden."
Her sister wiped her face gently with a kleenex and handed her a bottle of water. "Drink this. And Jae, what are we going to do with him?"
She chugged the water and sighed happily. When she spoke again her voice was less of a croak, and seemed almost melodic. "Who, angel-boy? He'll get out eventually anyways, we might as well let him go on out way out. Don't worry though, I spent the whole time I couldn't talk plotting revenge. This asshole's gonna pay." She turned to Sam and Dean. "Thanks so, so much for the help. I owe you, and trust me, that'll come in handy later on." She smiled at them.
As they walked out of the house, conveniently forgetting to release Zachariah, Dean realized something. "Hey Jae!"
She turned. "Yeah?"
"What did he mean when he asked what you were going to do with the blood?" He questioned.
She smiled sadly. "Maybe I'll tell you the whole truth sometime. In the meantime, knowing I'm going to use it to stop the apocalypse is all you need. Now let's get going, Alexz. I'm going to pass out if I don't get my hands on a double bacon cheeseburger, no tomatoes, small shake, large fries." At the look she got from her sister she rushed to defend herself. "What? I'm hungry!"
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end of chapter one!!
For anyone who was wondering about my crappy French, the rough translation of what Sam said was "Blood of the enemy, will heal the pain you caused her mouth, will cause no more harm, and..."
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