Sam sighed and looked at the unfinished translations that Faedra had written. He had been sitting there for the past seven hours, struggling to understand Faedra's vague notes. Dean walked in with a defeated look on his face. He threw Sam a bag of burgers and placed the drinks down on the table with a heavy sigh.
"Anything?" Sam inquired.
"Nope. I've checked every goddamn credit card, called every phone number, and checked every GPS. She must've changed her license plate, too, cause I can't find that freakin' thing either." Dean huffed. "It's been a month, man. We've been checking these things every couple days, and we've found nothing,"
"She could've changed her bike as well," Sam remarked but then remembered that her bike meant the same thing to her that Impala meant to Dean. The chances of her getting rid of her motorcycle were very low.
Dean sighed again and rubbed his eyes. "I don't know man. Are you getting anywhere with the translations?"
"Not even close. It's like she keeps changing languages in the middle of every sentence. She only uses languages that are from Earth like one-fourth of the time. Even then I need to translate the translations, so I can barely make out any meaning from it." Sam picked up one of the burgers and unwrapped it as Dean did the same.
"I still don't understand why she'd run away. So what? She got rejected, it happens to everyone." He bit into his burger and glared at the wall. He felt bad about Faedra's heart being broken, but he also felt mad about her abandoning them. "She left at the moment that we needed her the most."
"Dean, you know Fae. She hates showing that much emotion, and she made herself vulnerable. And we both know that getting rejected sucks," Sam said, defending his friend. Suddenly, the door slammed open to reveal a very pissed off Crowley.
"What's that saying?" Dean asked Sam with a smirk, "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear?"
Crowley growled at Dean and turned to Sam. "CALL OFF YOUR BLOODY FRIEND!" He snarled at Sam. Sam sat up straighter and glanced at Dean
"Your friend has been killing all of my demons. I've had to move my bloody demons to new locations, and she still somehow manages to kill them!" Crowley glared at the two brothers.
"Wait, does this mean that you know where she is?" Sam asked, his interest peaking.
"If I knew, do you think I'd be here talking to you morons?" Crowley pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in annoyance. He had been running around for the past month trying to figure out where Faedra would target next, so he could move his demons out of that area. He had attempted to talk to her once by sending a few demons to deliver a message, but the next day said demons were on his front porch, headless. He had also managed to find several other dead demons hanging on the trees around his home.
"We need to figure out a way to get her to come back. We'll chain her to a goddamn chair if it means keeping her here." Dean murmured, struggling to form a plan to draw his friend back into the bunker.
Sam looked down at the book. What's something that Faedra would rush over here for? He thought. Suddenly, he snapped his head up and looked at Dean. "Dean! What's one thing that Faedra cares about most?" He rushed, the excitement forming in his voice.
"I don't know Sam. Maybe Demon King over there?" he said while cocking his head towards Crowley.
"No! Us, Dean. We're her family, and you know how overprotective she is of family." Sam smiled proudly, "I know how to get Faedra back."
A blonde woman stood in an alleyway as she wiped her dagger against a dead man's shirt. She turned slightly at a small noise and a pair of gold eyes revealed themselves. They flickered slightly and returned to their normal emerald color as the woman decided there was no real threat. She had a permanent scowl etched on her face and her emerald eyes lacked in luster. She wore dirty clothes that were stained red from all the splattered blood and her hair was cut unevenly.
Faedra sighed and finished cleaning her dagger. She had been tracking demons for the past month, and had killed any that she came near. Her goal was to kill as many demons as she could before going back to the Winchesters. She had killed about a hundred or more in the past month, and she could have killed a lot more if it hadn't been for the fact that a demon was moving his pawns around. It made her job a lot harder than it would have been originally. She wasn't upset about his rejection. No, she was mad about his rude behavior. Since he wanted a reaction from her, Faedra decided that this would be the best way to give it to him.
Her phone began to ring. Faedra sighed. She had been getting calls from Sam and Dean ever since she left. She always let it go to voicemail, since she still wasn't ready to confront them.
"Fae? Please pick up!" Faedra sat up straighter. Dean's voice came from the speaker. She could hear a loud crash in the background. "Fae we're being attacked. I don't know how but the bunker is being attacked we need you to-" Another loud crash. "SAMMY! Oh fuck. Fae please. We need you. Please, Fae. Ple-" The call ended. Faedra got up, a feeling of panic spreading through her. She was about to get on her bike when she looked down and remembered the bodies. Shit. As fast as she could, she threw them into a nearby dumpster. She took out a can of gasoline and lit the bodies. As she walked toward her motorcycle, she tapped her fingers against her thigh. She got on her motorbike and drove as fast as she could to the bunker, a feeling of dread filling her as she drove. The entire time she clutched the handles until her knuckles were bone white.
Faedra walked in the bunker with her dagger in one hand while her other hand hovered over the sword that was strapped on her hip. She had several smaller knives and guns hidden all over her body, but she always kept her favorites out.
"Sam? Dean? You guys okay?" she asked cautiously.
"Hello, darling," a familiar voice said behind her. Faedra was about to turn around when she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head, and then everything was dark.