Blair woke up on the floor with her head on the leg of a bar stool. Dean was passed out in one of the booths with his head back and his feet up. Blair walked to the back room and got the most recent number off the phone and dialed it from her cell. LJ yelled into the phone when she answered.
"Jeezus LJ, you're in a great mood." After talking to LJ for a few minutes, Blair heard a groan from the other side of the bar. Blair dropped the phone as she jumped to her feet.
"Shit, Luke!" Starting to run over to him, she turned back and grabbed the phone.
"LJ, love you but I gotta go." and hung up. She rushed to Luke who was waking up.
"Blair?" He questioned, squinting his eyes against the light over the pool table.
"Luke, how you feeling?" Blair scanned the man's wounds that she had stitched up. They were red and looked like they needed cleaning.
"I'm fine. Help me sit up?" He asked her. She helped him to sit up then went to grab a bottle of whiskey to pour on his cuts and stitches. He yelled in pain and gripped the pool table so tight that his bloody knuckles turned white. When the pain from the whiskey subsided, Luke's eyes narrowed.
"Who the hell is that?" He motioned his head toward Dean who was now awake.
"My brother and I are the ones that helped to save your sorry ass." He put his feet down and walked over to them. There seemed to be a little too much testosterone in this room as Dean stood just behind Blair.
"Luke, this is Dean. Dean, Luke." They both shook hands as each one looked the other up and down to determine whether the other is a threat. Dean, knowing he has fought bigger, badder monsters decided that whether this guy was hurt or not, he could take him. Luke noticed Blair examining his side where it hurt the most.
"So. What happened out there?" She asked him. Luke shuddered as he thought back to the previous night.
"I got a call from you. You said you needed help and to come to you. I asked where you were and you told me that forest. When I got there I saw a man sitting on the ground. I asked him if he was lost or if he needed something and he looked up at me with long, razor sharp teeth. Next thing I know, I'm laying on the ground as more things come. But the first one..." He cleared his throat.
"The first on had his teeth in me before I even went down. I felt my leg snap and then my arm as I tried to fight them back. I thought you were dead..." His voice hitched up.
"Yeah, well she isn't no thanks to you. You almost got her killed. But I mean, it's no big deal." Dean poured himself some Jim as he sat at the bar. Blair looked back and glared at him.
"I was perfectly fine. I didn't ask either you or Sam to come with me, but you did."
"Wait, you almost died because of me?" Luke grabbed a steaming Blair.
"No!" She shouted at him. A call on the phone saved her from having to explain that he was weighing her down and a Crocotta almost got them both.
"Hello, Forbidden Island Bar, Blair speaking." It was close to opening time and she still hasn't cleaned the bar from the previous night.
"Hey Blair, it's Sam. Just letting you know that LJ and I are on our way and should be there in a few hours." Looking out the door she saw Dean and Luke sitting at the bar talking.
"Sounds good. Be safe." and they both hung up. Blair walked over behind the bar and grabbed a towel and a plastic bin to collect all the dirty glasses from the previous night. As she went around grabbing the glasses, Dean and Luke kept dirtying more. They were becoming fast friends over booze. With a sigh, Blair washed the collected glasses and began to wipe the tables when her cell phone began to ring. Looking at the caller ID, she saw that it was her boss.
"Blair! You haven't opened the bar yet have you?" He asked her. Still cleaning the tables, she held the phone between her ear and shoulder.
"Not yet sir, but I'm getting things ready." She tried to sound professional for her boss.
"Good, do not open today. We haven't been getting the business like we usually do so I cannot afford to open today or tomorrow. I will still pay you and Luke however, so take care." He hung up making Blair sit down in shock. She didn't have to work for two days? She hasn't had a day off since she began working here. What would she do with her downtime.
"Blair, you okay?" Luke stumbled over and sat across from the girl.
"Uh yeah. That was Mr. Jackson. We are not opening for the next two days so... yeah. We can umm.. go home." Slapping her hands on the table before a sappy bonding moment happened, Blair stood up and finished cleaning. Luke watched her as she began to clean up his and Dean's glasses that they dirtied. He did not feel like walking seeing as his leg was broken and it hurt like a bitch every time he moved so he just sat back.
"Dean, are you just going to stay here with us or what?" Blair walked to the back of the bar and got a bucket of hot water and bleach. She then proceeds to wipe off the bar.
"Um well I don't have a car, so I really cannot leave." Dean got up and headed over to the radio and turned on a local rock station, same as the previous night.
"Hey, we can all go to Blair's pad." Luke offered, making Blair turn and glare at him.
"No." She walked back to the back room and folded the blanket she had grabbed from the pool table. She shoved it in the cabinet and stood up only to be face to face with Dean.
"Why are you so defensive about us going to your house?" He asked her, suspicion in his voice.
"One because you are a poster boy for monsters. Two because I'm a girl and I don't take guys home on the first date. And Three, because Sam and LJ are on their way back at this moment and they will be heading here. Anyway, what if there are Crocottas at my house waiting? Or something even scarier like a Leviathan?" Dean understood just then. She didn't want to go home because she was scared. But it wasn't the monsters that scared her.
"I think someone is here, Blair." Luke called from the other room. It couldn't be Sam and LJ yet, so Dean became wary and pulled out a gun. Blair went to the door and Dean hid behind it, ready with the gun. On the count of three she pulled open the door.
"Blair! Why aren't you open yet?" Dean noticed the old man from yesterday. She had kicked him out at closing time so he could go see his wife and kids.
"Sorry Donny, Forbidden Island will be closed for a few days. Needs some repair and some more money and business or else we may never open again." It wasn't a complete lie. The man looked at her with disappointment.
"Well, I'll tell my buddies about this place and you! Maybe just you alone can get business for us." The old man winked at her before turning and climbing back in his car. Closing the door, Dean had the biggest smile on his face.
"What?" She asked him, clearly not understanding why he was smiling.
"Well it's just that I pictured you the same way he probably did." He winked at her, making her punch him in the shoulder.
"You are such a perv!" She shouted, a small smile appearing on her face.
Sam and LJ get to the bar in the evening. It was barely 5, so the sun is still in the sky. LJ and Sam make their way to the door when they hear something crack in the brush nearby. LJ glanced at Sam who proceeded to push LJ along, forcing her to move faster. Just before they reach the door, a man comes running out at them baring long, razor sharp fangs. Sam pushes LJ forward so that the Crocotta doesn't get her, but it changes direction at the last minute. He gets her on the ground as another one jumps on Sam. While struggling with the one on him, Sam grabs the knife from his pocket and stabs the Crocotta in the back of the neck. He looks over and sees the one on LJ with its mouth just above hers and is sucking something white from her. Her face grows paler by each second and Sam hurries to push the dead Crocotta from off him. He stabs the one on LJ in the neck, but nothing happened. He stabbed it over and over, finally killing it after the 10th stab. LJ Passed out in the middle of the attack. Sam quickly picked her up and kicked at the door.
"It's me! Open up! Hurry!" More rustling was heard from the bushes. Eyes could be seen as Sam looked back. Dean opened the door and Sam almost trampled him as he rushed in. Seeing the eyes, Dean quickly shut the door and locked it. Sam laid LJ on the pool table that had held Luke the previous night. Dean looked from LJ to Blair, confused by the uncanny resemblance. Both Blair and LJ did their makeup the same, but their eyes were completely different. Blair had bright blue eyes with a green ring around her pupils whereas LJ had more green than hazel eyes. LJ had a yellow ring around her pupils.
"What the hell happened!?" Blair screamed at Sam, looking at her unconscious... whatever LJ was to her!
"Crocottas. One jumped her and another me. I stabbed the one on me, but the one on her was sucking out her soul. I saw it."
"Whoa, You have a twin sister Blair?" Luke exclaimed, staring at LJ in disbelief. On closer examination, they did look almost identical. Both had black hair, but Blair's was only down to the middle of her back layered, the shortest one framing her face when she had it down. LJ's hair was down to her butt, only 3 layers. Other than those two slight differences, they looked identical. Blair rolled her eyes at Luke.
"LJ? LJ!?" She began to shake her sister who would not wake up. Tears began to well up in her eyes.
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT WAKE UP!" She screamed as her nails dug into the Hunter's arms. Sam gently pulled Blair away, afraid she might hurt LJ. Luke took Blair in his arms-the good one anyway- and held her close trying to console her. The room was silent except for Blair's sobbing. LJ's breathing began to slow. Just as it seemed like she would not take another breath, her eyes flew open and she began the cough and sputter. She hastily sat up and coughed a big hunk of something out of her throat. At closer examination, it was a tooth of the Crocotta. Blair pushed away from Luke and pulled LJ into her arms.
"Whoa, whoa. Why the hugging?" She asked, her voice hoarse from the coughing.
"I thought you were never going to wake up!" Blair's black makeup was smeared and dripping. LJ pulled away from her.
"Yeah, I'm fine now." She got off the pool table but almost fell due to dizziness. Sam held his hand out to steady her.
"I'm fine." LJ walked over to the bar and poured herself a shot of Jack. Sam looked at Blair and cocked his head to the side.
"Sam, can you help me with something in the back room?" She asked. He immediately understood what was going on. They both head back there and closed the door.
"What the hell is her problem? Why won't she talk to me?" Blair was again close to tears.
"Well, think back to why you guys went separate ways. Why haven't you guys talked since whenever?" Blair looked at Sam.
"We had just finished a hunt. She was beat up quite badly. It was a guy that she had an interest in and he played her. After that, she hasn't trusted anyone since. Not even me. Well, we had an argument and she said that we should split up. We both went back to college, hardly ever talking. Before I knew it, I never even expected a phone call from her. I could no longer pay for my college so I just quit and became a bartender. About a month ago, LJ called me and apologized for everything. We caught up, but I never knew about the Crowley thing until recently. I just..." Her voice hitched. "I miss how we used to be." Sam understood what Blair meant by that. There was a time when him and Dean went separate ways before the apocalypse and were never going to see one another again, but in the end they decided they were stronger together. They both walked out and Blair went to the bathroom to fix her runny raccoon eyes. LJ went to follow Blair when Sam noticed she was holding her side. Her hands looked wet and a dark liquid was on them.
"You alright LJ?" Sam walked up behind her making her jump.
"Yeah, that was a long trip. Plus, Blair and I need some sister bonding time." She hurried away before Sam could say anything else. While in the bathroom, LJ leaned against the wall.
"Listen, I love your hugs. It's just that..." She looked at her hand holding her side and pulled it away, revealing a gnarly gash that was bleeding profusely.
"Ohmygosh LJ!" Blair saw her sister take a deep intake of breath. There was a first aid kit in the bathroom that Blair grabbed and rushed back to LJ's side.
"I don't want the guys to know about this okay? I don't want them to worry." LJ found that it was becoming difficult to talk. With her, LJ had brought her shot of Whiskey. Before she was able to drink it, Blair grabbed it and dipped a towel in it.
"I was... drinking... that." She panted the words out as she leaned against the sink. Blair took off the shirt that LJ was wearing and made her lay on the sink. With help, LJ was laying flat with the gash facing Blair. She dabbed the Whiskey on the wound making LJ cry out. Blair handed her the shirt so she could bite down on it. After cleaning out the the gash, Blair began to stitch it up. In no time at all she was finished and wiped the area around the wound. LJ's eyes were closed, but she was awake.
"Thank you, Blair." Blair nodded to her sister and helped her down from the sink. Blair walked out of the bathroom and went to get the blanket when Sam stopped her.
"Is she okay? Why was she holding her side?" Blair went around Sam.
"She had a slight cut, but it is all fixed now. The blood ruined her shirt, so I'm just going to give her a blanket to wrap herself up in until we get to my house." She grabbed the blanket and started back to the bathroom when LJ walked out. Quickly wrapping herself, she headed to the guys.
"Blair and I talked and we decided that if we stay in here, they could overpower us and kill us. But Blair's house is over forty miles from here, so we can go back, you guys can take showers because you reek, and we can discuss our next move."
"But if we take one step out of here, we are dead." Luke steps forward while talking. Blair holds up two bottles of hydrogen peroxide.
"We can make bombs?" She suggests. Sam and Dean look at one another and share a smile.