"Get angry, get furious but never crumble to resentment." ~Dodinsky
The girl saunters in like she owns the place which causes Blaine to quick an eyebrow, "No more crap, OK?"
As tempting as it seems Blaine holds back her retort as soon as she sees Dean rush towards the woman. As Dean gets within striking range of the woman he's sent flying through the air, only to collide with one of Bobby's walls. Gravity plays it's part in Dean's travel, causing him to fall down onto several stacks of books, knocking them in all directions.
Sam slowly makes his way around to the front of the desk, positing himself between Bobby and Blaine apparently without noticing.
"I want the Colt, Sam. The real Colt." the woman asks as Sam takes a hold of Blaine's wrist with his free hand, tugging her along behind him as he attempts to move safely around the room.
"We don't have it on us. We buried it." Sam replies as Blaine's curiosity grows by the second.
"Didn't I say 'no more crap'? I swear after everything about you Winchesters, I gotta tell you I'm very underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun," the woman says, her anger clearly visible to Blaine, as Sam backs her and Bobby into the kitchen, or what seems to be the kitchen, "and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, man."
"You know, I've known you for about, what, five minutes now? And I must say, you're quite the bitch." Blaine says as the woman's eyes zero in on her.
"Come on, did you really think, I wouldn't find you?" she asks Sam after glaring at Blaine for a few more seconds.
"Actually… we were counting on it." Dean says as he slowly stumbles his way into the room behind her. The woman slowly tilts her head up and looks at the ceiling only to find a devil's trap neatly marked there.
"Gotcha." Dean states. Sam lets go of your wrist as Bobby and Blaine slowly move around the woman.
"I must say Blaine, you're artwork really does the trick." Dean says as she makes her way over to him.
"Thanks, picked up from a witchdoctor down south. Came in handy after all." Blaine replies.
"You know, I've thought about it and you can stay here for the night Blaine, I hate to have you riding the roads tonight especially if her minions are lurking around." Bobby says as he walks up beside her.
"Thanks, it means a lot." Blaine replies. After several painstaking hours of trying to get the woman- who Blaine learned was Meg- into a chair, they finally take a break.
"You know… if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." Meg states as Blaine walks back into the room.
"Damn, every time I walk back in her she keeps getting uglier and uglier." Blaine mumbles as she sets the books down, causing the boys to chuckle some.
Bobby comes walking in behind her not to long afterwards, "I salted the doors and windows. If there are any demons out there, they ain't getting in."
Blaine sits down on the stack of books she brought in, just as Dean steps up in front of Meg, "Where's our father, Meg?"
"You didn't ask very nice." Meg replies.
"Where's our father, bitch?" Dean asks again, upping the profanity a notch or three.
"Jeeze, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Meg asks, almost sending Blaine toppling off the stack of books.
"Strike one." Blaine mutters after she rebalances herself.
"Hey, you think this is a frigging game? Where is he? What did you do to him?" Dean yells, unleashing some of the pent up anger that's been screaming to get out for hours.
"He died screaming. I killed him myself." She replies, causing Blaine to tilt her head some.
"She's lying, her hands say so." Blaine mutters softly, only allowing Sam and Bobby to hear, Dean if his hearing is that good. Her response only drove Dean's anger to the next base, causing him to strike out at her, backhanding her to be more specific.
"That's kind of a turn-on… you hitting a girl." she says as she re adjusts herself in the chair.
"Dean." Bobby says as he moves into the next room with Dean in tow leaving Blaine sitting there not feeling the urge to stand up.
"My, my. What's a pretty girl like you doing with men like them?" Meg asks Blaine.
"I've got nothing better to do with my time. I was visiting until you came, kicking down doors and whatnot, and threating people for such simple things." Blaine replies as she drums the fingers on her right hand on her knee.
Smirking some Meg pushes on, "Nothing better to do with your time? You're young, certainly pretty, no sugar daddy on the side? No pimp…?"
"If you're implying that I'm a whore and servicing Bobby, then you've got your head shoved so far up your ass." Blaine retorts.
"Ooo, you're a snippy one." Meg states as a smile drawls across her face.
Rolling her green eyes Blaine shifts her attention to the boys in the other room, hoping to hear snippets of their conversation. They soon return, but with a book this time. Sam stands next to Blaine as he looks through the book, finally finding what he was looking for he looks at Dean, who then proceeds to walk over to Meg.
"Are you gonna' read me a story?" Meg asks Dean in a very ear grating sweet voice.
"Something like that. Hit it, Sam." Dean replies as Sam starts to chant in Latin, spilling out verses of a very familiar exorcism.
"I'm going to kill you. I'm going to rip the bones from your body." Meg says as a look of discomfort washes over her features as Sam continues on.
The pages of open books suddenly start to flip as Sam continues to read on, startling Blaine some.
"Where is he?" Dean asks.
"Dead!" Meg screams.
"He's not dead! He can't be!" Dean screams back while looking at Sam. Meg suddenly screams as the chair begins to move from one point of the pentagram to the next, her screams only getting louder.
"He will be!" Meg suddenly scream.
"Wait! What?" Dean asks as he steps closer.
"He's not dead. But he will be after what we do to him." Meg replies.
"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Dean asks as Blaine finally stands up from the tottering stack of books she'd been sitting on for the longest.
"A building… A building in Jefferson City." Meg replies as Sam goes to start reading again.
"Missouri? Where, where? An address?" Dean asks.
"I don't know." Meg replies as Blaine slowly moves into the room where Bobby is, making the conversation between the three harder to hear.
"You're gonna' kill her." Bobby says as he makes his way over to Sam and Dean.
"What?" Dean asks.
"You said she fell from a building. That girl's body is broken," Bobby replies, "you force that demon out, you're gonna' kill the girl. The demon is the only thing keeping her alive."
"We are not going to leave her like that." Dean states as Blaine wanders back over.
"She is a human being." Bobby says.
"And we're going to put her out of her misery." Dean replies with a firm tone. Sighing Sam forces himself to finish the exorcism. As Sam finishes off the exorcism the demon is forced out of the girl's body, disappearing into the devil's trap, leaving a hollow shell of a broken girl behind.
The girl slowly lifts her head, "She's still a live, uh call nine-one-one. Get some water and blankets." Dean instructs as Bobby dashes off to get both. Blaine steps up and helps Sam and Dean remove the girl from the chair.
"Thank you." The girl mumbles weakly.
"Just take it easy alright?" Sam asks as Blaine starts to cut her legs free. Once the restraints are removed Blaine steps back allowing the boys to pick the girl up and lay her on the floor. Blaine stands behind Sam, listening to the girls' choppy speech, her voice getting weaker and weaker.
Bobby soon returns with a glass of water and blankets. Dean tips the glass into so that some water can drizzle into her mouth as Bobby and Sam drape blankets over her. The girl soon goes limp and quiet after muttering sunrise.
After the girl passes the blanket is drawn up and over the girl's face as a sign of respect. Blaine follows behind the others as they move into another room.
"Well, you two had better hurry up and beat it, before the paramedics get here." Bobby says.
"What are you going to tell them?" Dean asks as they come to a stop near a doorway.
"You think you guys invented lying to the cops? Blaine and I will figure something out." Bobby says as Blaine smirks some.
"What do you me Blaine and I? I was going to ask if she wanted to come along." Dean says.
"Thanks, but no thanks. You three barely know me. What's going on is your fight, not mine. Maybe after you save your dad, then we can talk." Blaine replies.
"Sounds good." Dean says before sticking his hand out towards Blaine.
Smiling some she takes his hand in hers, giving a firm shake, "It's been a pleasure meeting you two. I'm hoping we can meet up here soon."
"Likewise." Sam replies.
"Here, take this. You might need it." Bobby says as he hands Sam the Key of Solomon.
"Thanks… For everything, both of you." Dean says as Sam takes the book.
"You just go find your dad. And when you do, bring him around would ya? I'm sure Blaine has some questions for him. I won't even try to shoot him this time." Bobby says. With that said the boys head out leaving Bobby and Blaine to clean up the mess.
Blaine finishes stacking up some knocked over books and broken glass just as the police finish up taking Bobby's statement about the girl wandering up to the house asking for help.
"Well, now that, that's taken care of why don't you go grab some sleep? I'll wake you if anything happens or comes up OK?" Bobby asks as Blaine stands up.
"Sounds good." Blaine says as Bobby shows her to a spare room upstairs.
"This'll have to do for now." Bobby says as he flips on the lights.
"It's perfect. Thank you Bobby." Blaine replies before he pats her on the back and wanders off to do gosh knows what. Kicking off her work boots she pulls back the covers of the bed, turns the lights off and crashes. Falling asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.
"Strangers are just friends waiting to happen." ~Rod McKuen
A/N: … Tempted to just follow the story line, might take forever for this story to end, but hey :] a writers mind doesn't fade, it grows. New ideas are bound to appear!
