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Rating: T
„Bite me!"
„Dean, Dean, Dean. Do you really think me so naïve? I am, after all, older than all of you combined," Eve replied with a razor-sharp smile on Mary's stolen face. Instead of killing or turning the hunter, she took a step back and, barely a blink later, Dean was also in the tender grasps of two demons.
Ignoring the brunet's struggling and shouted threats, Eve turned around and slowly regarded the four other men. "I thought about turning your brother first, but…" The Mother of All calmly stepped closer to the smallest of the group and let her fingers lightly stroke over a snarl contorted cheek. "I will start with this intriguing creature. I am curious about how his magic will react to the change."
Harry wondered, not for the first time, why he had agreed to come. Of course he knew the reason was Sam's Pouting, combined with Puppy Dog EyesTM – Yes, the capitals were certainly necessary -, but still, he should have said 'no'. Now he was about to be changed into some gross creature, because, without magic or even freedom of movement, he was just as weak as the next human.
Seconds later his vision was clouded by blinding pain, radiating from his neck. Bloody hell! Not as bad as the Cruciatus, but still pretty –excuse the pun -excruciating. Harry determinedly refused to utter a sound, but all of those things ceased to matter, when Eve suddenly staggered back and started coughing. He didn't know what happened to the 'woman' behind him, but it sounded painful and wet and hopefully like dying.
Finally he heard a slump, then all hell broke loose and Harry barely closed his eyes in time to avoid getting them roasted. Several more slums sounded through the diner and Harry had to applaud Castiel for his very effective way of getting rid of demons. He just hoped the angel hadn't killed any of the good blokes in the process. After the flash of light had ebbed away, Harry cautiously opened his eyes and took a swift look around and uttered a sigh of relief.
"I can't believe we're still alive and mostly in one piece."
That seemed to startle them all out of their post-fight daze and Sam didn't waste a minute to run over to Harry and examine his injury frantically. "Are you alright? Do you feel different? Cas, you have to heal him!" Harry bemusedly stared at the taller man.
"What I don't understand-" Dean - who completely ignored his brother's frantic babbling - commented and curiously poked Eve's bloodied meat suit with the tip of his shoe. "- is why she kicked the bucket. I doubt you did the same as me and knocked back a phoenix ash on the rocks."
"You swallowed the ash? Mixed with alcohol?" Harry raised an eyebrow in disbelief, but Dean's statement had him pondering the reason, as well. "Perhaps… perhaps any part of a phoenix would have worked… even their tears."
