~*Shiloh's PoV*~
"Let's see…scary, dark abandoned hotel or beautiful little cottage for Birdbutt?" I asked already knowing the answer. Sammy looked over at me smiling.
"How many times have we had to look someplace nice for something supernatural?" He asked back.
"Hey, that orchard in Berkitsville was kinda nice," I said as I tied my curly blond hair up. "You know except for the whole trying to sacrifice Dean and me to a pagan-scarecrow-god thing."
"Ready?" He asked putting his arm around my shoulder.
"I guess so." 'Nope! That's a lie. I wasn't to confident in this plan even though I was the one to suggest it. I'd seen what men under the siren's spell would do to their loved ones and I really didn't want to know first hand. "I set my I-pod so it will only play really loud songs; all you have to do is push play." I was trying to distract him so he wouldn't notice that my hands were shaking, Lucky me that I'm a great actress so my voice stayed steady. Sam put the ear phones in his ears and pushed play. He jumped and winced when the music started blaring; I could hear Crazy Bitch by Buck Cherry and I started laughing because Sammy hated this song.
"I love this song" I said to no one.
"What?" Sammy yelled.
"Nothing."
"WHAT?" He yelled again. I put my finger up to my mouth in the universal sign of 'shhh' and he shut up. Then I pointed to the hotel's entrance and we walked in. I had a flash light in my left and the taser in my right. The first thing I noticed was a very pronounced smell of a combination of icky dog farts, rotten eggs, and rotten meat that hit me like a solid wall. It also smelled slightly familiar.
"Yuck!" I whispered disgusted. I looked over at Sammy who had on the same look disgust but he was looking ahead at something. I looked and instantly regretted it. Human remains lined the walls; all indifferent stages of decay. Some still had skin, hair, and eyes, but others had been striped clean. Briefly the image of my mother in almost the same condition flashed into my mind that was the reason for the familiar smell.
I finally I put my head back into the game and tried to concentrate, These must have been the rejected mates because they'd never been seen or heard from again after they'd killed their loved one. 'We're going to have to salt and burn those afterward.' I thought 'Hm, that's kind of weird. Most people would be thinking 'Those poor people' or 'don't get sick, don't get sick' but one of my first thought is 'More work.'
Sammy made me jump when he touched my shoulder; he looked really serious, more serious than usual, as he gave me that look. The do-you-need-a-minute look that only babies say yes to. He knew I still had nightmares about my mother's death so he thought I probably wouldn't be able to handle something like this. I shook my head and we started walking again. Every once in a while I'd feel Sammy's gaze shift to me. 'Damn, OBS (overprotective brother syndrome)' I thought rolling my eyes. Soon after the piles of dead bodies ended and most of the mice had disappeared we came to a fork. Sam and I stopped and looked at each other; then we nodded, silently agreeing on splitting up. Sam went left and I went right.
As I looked around I noticed that this hotel looked a lot like the one from See No Evil and I silently prayed Kane wouldn't pop out of nowhere and try to cut out my eyes; because I had enough problems to deal with at the moment. Finally I got tired of waiting so I started trying to be obvious instead of stealthy. So I started whistling a random little tune. After a while I noticed it was a Metallica song. I exited the pool room and started to go up a flight of stairs when I heard a noise behind me. 'Fuck' I thought right before I ducked, dodging the fist aimed at my neck. The turned around and kicked Dean's feet out from under him and then scurried away as he got back up. Dean might have been bigger and stronger than me, but I was quicker and more agile. He ran at me, I spun away. He kicked at my head; I ducked and punched him in the stomach. Every time I spun away out of his reach or landed a hit on him it just made him madder, sloppier, and more determined.
Then I started getting cocky and started egging him on. "Come on Dean. You can do better than that." I said as I ducked another blow and landed one of my own with the taser. We'd come into a room which was probably the cleanest in the whole place; which wasn't really saying too much. This place was disgusting. An old sheet was thrown over an old mattress; there was a cracked glass mirror, and a large hole in the floor that seemed to be right above the empty pool. He reached out again and as I turned away he was able to grab hold of my pony tail. Pain erupted in my scalp and stars danced in front of my eyes at the combined force of my twirl and his yank. He put his arms around me and squeezed me until I had a pretty good idea of what one those stress toys with the bug out eyes felt like. Meanwhile I kicked at his legs, scratched every part of him I could reach (arms and face mostly), and wiggled around furiously in my attempts to free myself from his vise-like arms. I was contemplating throwing my head back and breaking his nose, but instead I landed a crotch-shot with the heel of my foot.
Dean gasped, released his hold on me, and fell to the floor cupping himself. I sucked in the oxygen as I watched Dean pass out. 'Huh, I must've kicked him pretty hard' I thought. I was straining to hear a gunshot and I kept an eye on Dean's still form. After a few minutes of still not hearing a shot I started to worry about Sammy. Turned around intending to go looking for him and jumped when I saw him standing in the doorway.
"Did you get her, Sammy?" I asked him already sensing something was wrong even before he aimed the gun at my face. 'Fuck, not good!' "Sammy, put the gun down. You've been put under a spell. You need to fight it." I was kind of surprised at how calm my voice sounded when on the inside I was like: a smaller me running around in circles flapping my arms screaming 'I'm screwed, dig the grave, get the salt, and bury me. Ahhh…HELP!' As I looked at Sammy quietly pleading with him to regain control I noticed the change in his brown eyes. There was hate in them. A hate so deep it was like an endless well. Very rarely had Sammy looked so mad, so hateful that it mad me want to take a giant step back, and never before had that anger been directed at me…until now at least. "Sammy?" I said again trying to get him to snap out of it, but all he did was cock the gun. I was so scared that it felt like my heart was trying to rip out of my chest. 'Eww, no. Bad mental image'
"It's your fault." Sammy whispered savagely. I'd been judging how far away he was to see if I could grab the gun or something but he was to far away. So I tried a different tactic; keeping him talking.
"What?" I said keeping an eye on his trigger finger.
"Everything is your fault. You bitch you ruined everything!" 'Huh, I wonder were this is coming from.'
"Everything, Sammy? That's a lot of stuff. Care to elaborate?" I asked trying to inch closer to him without him noticing.
"It's your fault Mom was killed and it's your fault your mom was killed. It's your fault Jess, Dad, Pastor Jim, and Kaleb are dead," Sam's eyes glinted red in the dim light. "and if it weren't for you we could have saved Madison." I knew all that was a lie, but it somehow still hurt. I small part of me actually thought the real Sam might believe some of this and my vision blurred with unshed tears.
"So what are you gonna do, Sammy? Are you going to kill me?" I asked, silly that I would remember that was about what Dean had said to Sam when Sam had tried to kill him. Sam grinned evilly, which didn't look good on him.
"That's exactly what I plan to do." He said a split second before he pulled the trigger. BANG! I'd closed me eyes and had tensed reading for the pain, but it never came. There was a flash of bright light I could see through my closed eye lids and I heard something heavy hit the wall opposite me. After a second I hesitantly opened one eye, very slowly, then both. Sammy was slumped up against the wall to my right and the gun was in fourths and was smoking on the floor.
"Wh-what the hell?" I was shaking so much I felt like Jell-O in an earthquake. My knees went weak and I fell on my butt. After a few calming breaths I was able to think straight again and I went over to Sammy's side cautiously. There was some blood on the side of his head and a knot forming from where head hit the wall. I put my two fingers on his neck and felt his pulse. 'At least he's ok' I thought releasing the breath I hadn't noticed I'd been holding. I got an idea and took out the hand cuffs. 'Just in case he wakes up soon.' I thought as I cuffed him to a metal pole nearby. I thought about who could have saved me. Wondering if Sammy's psychic thing had kicked in or something but I didn't think so. The only explanation I could come up with was that I'd somehow done it. Though I had no idea how. Then stood up and turned around to go find Tweety myself, but walked into something big. Big and breathing. That little person in my brain was going nuts again because I had a very good idea of who it was. Right then one of Dad's warnings shouted through my brain 'Never take your eyes off an opponent, Shi!' How many times had I forgotten that in the past and had come back to bite me?
Before I could do anything he grabbed me around the middle and flung me through the air. CRASH, right into the cracked mirror and then into the wall behind it, then fell to the ground in a heap. The world threatened to go dark for a moment because I'd hit my head at some point. Before I was able to recover fully I heard footsteps coming toward me. Dean grabbed me by the throat and hauled me up so I was about a foot off the ground. I kicked out at him and tried to make him release me, but to no avail.
"Dean." I tried, but my voice was barely audible and someone else had begun to talk.
"Kill her, Dean. Kill her and everything will be alright again." The voice was from a woman, a mutant bird lady who I figured was the siren. She might have been pretty except for her somewhat feather covered skin, her taloned hands and feet, and a nose that looked like beck. She had long, wild black hair, golden glowing eyes, and a nice mouth. I looked down into Dean's hazel eyes when he tightened his grip again trying to obey her. I saw the some change in his eyes that I'd seen in Sammy's. I wondered if I would be able to pull off another of those moves I used on Sam, but I doubted it.
"Kill her now!" The siren commanded. Again his hand tightened cutting off the very last off my air and gave no choice but to play my last card.
"Please Dean, stop it." I whispered so softly even I almost didn't hear it and let the tears I'd been holding onto fall. The Helpless One was not a role I liked to play. Though this time I was lucky and got through to him. He released me and backed away as I crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. His eyes were sad and he opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but was cut off. The siren, quick as lightning, had crossed the room and had kissed him. When she pulled away the hate was back in Dean's eyes. 'Wonder-fuckin-full!' I thought. The myths say that a siren sings to enrage her men, but apparently it was a kiss that changes them. I backed away from the pair and almost fell through the hole in the floor. 'Shit!' I thought as Dean came at me. When he was about four feet away I lunged with the taser and zapped him in the neck at the same moment some of the floor collapsed. I had to hold onto one of the two-by-fours holding the floor up. In my line of vision I could see the quartered hand gun and remembered I still had one hidden.
Dean was getting back on his feet at the same time I'd freed the small pistol. 'Now where'd that bitch get to?' I thought looking around the room for the siren. I'd been expecting some form of abuse, but that didn't mean the kick to my face hurt any less.
"Kill her, kill her, KILL HER!" The siren's voice screeched from above. I looked up. The bitch had grown feathered wings and was now hovering above me. 'Gotch ya' I thought. Dean continued his assault as I aimed for the siren's heart and pulled the trigger. Then almost lost my grip on the beam supporting me went Dean kicked me super hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and making me lose my lunch at the same time. The siren screeched and then landed in a pile of feathers and smoking cloths on the floor…