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Chapter Three:
For her size, the clearly athletic brunette put up a good fight. By the time the Winchesters knocked her out, Dean's nose was a bloody mess and probably broken, and Sam's eye was all ready swollen and bruising. Both Winchesters were doubled over, the eldest still trying not to throw up while the youngest gripped his most likely fractured ribs. They were both panting and sweating when an annoyed Dean splashed water on the unconscious woman's face.
Laura's drooping and throbbing head snapped up. She felt groggy, and she assumed she had a concussion. She was a bit confused as to what was going on at first, but when everything came flooding back, Laura glared at the two men standing over her. She knew she was tied too tightly to the chair to be able to break free, but she tried to lunge at them anyway, earning herself a mocking laugh from the shorter of the two.
"You're not going anywhere sweetheart," he grinned at her with an almost cocky tone of voice.
The lights were now on in Laura's cramped little hotel room, so she was able to get a good look at her attackers. The one was very tall, about 6 foot 4 or 5, with long, shiny brown hair and large, almost doe-like brown eyes. The other was shorter, though still over 6 foot. He had stunning green eyes and short brown hair with a face covered in rugged stubble. Under ordinary circumstances, the young psychic would have found each man to be extremely attractive, but at the moment, she simply wanted to kick the shit out of them.
"Don't be too sure about that," Laura responded, lazily looking back at both of the furious men staring down at her.
Sam and Dean knew this witch had to be extremely powerful, and although they appeared calm and collected, they were wondering why she hadn't attacked them back yet. They were nervous.
"You really didn't think we would find you?" Dean continued to deride her. "You were right, Sammy. Pretty, but not so smart."
Laura scowled at them, and began slowly stretching her slender fingers toward her belt, within which she always kept concealed a hunting knife.
"Funny, I could say the same thing about you two," she smirked darkly.
"You're trapped. You really think we feel threatened by you?" the eldest Winchester continued, bending down and getting into her face.
Laura stopped trying to cut the rope, which bound her hands, and looked deep into his eyes. She was frightened and unsure what they were going to do to her, but she figured bluffing as much as possible and distracting them was her only option.
Letting a wicked giggle escape from her throat, Laura smirked at both men, and then responded with a dead serious expression: "You should."
Dean glared into the brunette's stunning blue-green eyes, trying to tell whether or not he should take what she said seriously. After a moment or two, he stood back up and began to circle her while Sam watched on, with his gun ready to fire.
"We've dealt with your kind before. Trust me, threats don't work," Sam said darkly, raising his gun and taking off the safety. "We know you aren't working alone, so where's your partner?"
"I don't have a partner," Laura responded honestly.
"Don't lie to us. We don't have time for your bullshit," Dean spat, circling back around and staring at her.
Laura began slowly cutting the ropes again while she responded.
"I'm not lying, but think what you want. I honestly don't care," she sarcastically smiled at them both.
"We know you couldn't perform those rituals on your own," Sam pressed.
"Shows how much you know then," the psychic continued, cocking her head to the side.
Sam and Dean shifted positions uncomfortably. Those blood sacrifice spells were old world dark magic, and even Bobby said that it would take at least two extremely practiced, old witches to get it done. If this woman was telling the truth about her performing these acts of black magic alone, however, the Winchesters were in well over their heads.
"Where's the girl?" Dean asked aggressively, as Laura continued to try to free herself.
"What girl?"
"Don't play dumb," Sam commanded darkly.
Something about this whole situation wasn't right, Laura thought. Why were these witches so concern about a certain girl. They had one more sacrifice to go and an entire town now unprotected. It didn't make sense.
"Where did Don take her?" Dean dangerously asked, with a look as if he was going to strike her.
Laura glanced around nervously for her duffel bag. She knew she had a gun in there, and though strong, witches were mortal and could be killed. She felt the last strand of the rope break and before anything else could happen, Laura broke free, kicking the gun out of the taller man's hand.
The shorter man lunged at her, but she sliced his forearm with her blade, and then proceeded to kick the assailant's gun under her bed. She made a break for her bag, but was grabbed by the taller man. She thrashed and kicked, but was pinned hard against the wall, breaking the picture frame behind her all ready pounding head.
"Go ahead. Kill me, but you're both still gonna die," she snarled as Sam pushed her into the wall again. Laura winced in pain and continued: "You're just a couple of humans, and Samhain's not gonna spare you, even if you were the ones that raised him."
Sam and Dean exchanged thoroughly puzzled looks, and still not completely convinced, Dean asked: "What?"
"God witches are dumb," Laura sighed, as Sam's grip loosened a bit. "Think you're safe from the demons you worship… literally delusional."
At this point Sam let go of her completely, and backed a step or two away. Still with their guards up, they watched the mysterious young woman rub the back of her head, brushing a few small pieces of glass out of her hair.
"We're not witches," Sam responded slowly, as he and his brother tried to wrap their minds about what was happening.
"Then who the Hell are you?" Laura hissed through her teeth, still eyeing the duffel bag that contained her weapons.
"We could ask you the same thing," Sam said, eyeing the suspicious female closely.
"I'm not the one breaking into people's rooms and attacking them," Laura shot back, eyes darting between both men dangerously.
"We're not the ones using a black magic altar," an unconvinced Dean stated.
Laura laughed incredulously and shook her head. "That was a Wiccan altar numb-nuts… you know, natural magic? Completely different than what those demon worshiping hoe-bags do."
Sam and Dean paused for a moment, with Dean appearing slightly offended by her name-calling and Sam trying to remember what the altar looked like before he destroyed it.
"I'm assuming you to are hunters, so take a look at the rituals if you don't believe me," Laura pointed at the books and pages scattered on the floor with a tone of exasperation.
Tentatively looking at his brother, Sam began picking up a few pages while Dean kept an eye on Laura.
After a moment or two, Sam looked up and stated: "These are the protection sigils we noticed on the edges of town."
With her hands on her hips, Laura had an expression as if saying 'told you so.'
Both brothers gazed at the girl with somewhat dumbfounded expressions.
"Where did you get this?" Sam asked, waving the ancient book he picked up off the floor.
"A friend," she said with an attitude.
"Care to share with the class?" Dean dished an attitude right back.
"Her name's Pamela Barnes. Ring any bells?" Laura inquired, folding her arms.
Dean and Sam Winchester exchanged looks again.
"How do you know her?" Sam asked, as he and his brother became much less defensive.
"As I said," Laura sighed, sensing she was no longer in danger, "she's a friend."
The brunette pushed passed both brothers and examined the damage done to her altar.
Laura was pissed. There were less than an 13-hour window for the ritual to be completed, but by the time she could set everything back up and perform the protection enchantments, it would probably be too late.
Shaking her head in annoyance, she began pacing the room, running a hand anxiously through her hair. The brothers watched on, unsure of what to do or say.
"So you were protecting the people," Sam said slowly, now feeling guilty about attacking an innocent woman.
"Yeah, and now thanks to you two geniuses, I won't be able to put back up the veil in time to prevent the third sacrifice from happening," she gave them an irritated look.
"Bang up job you've been doing though. Two all ready died on your watch," Dean defended themselves.
Laura stopped pacing and glared at the shorter man.
"I came into town after the first vic. Second one… I don't know what happened," her expression softened a bit, still feeling the sting of her recent failure.
"How large of a radius did your spell reach?" Sam asked, making his way over to the map on the floor and grabbing it.
"Each pin represents a sigil," she replied absentmindedly, still trying to figure out what to do next.
"You know the girl died outside of town right? She was at some party," Sam noted, pointed to a spot on the map well beyond the protected borders of the town.
"Smart…" Laura muttered to herself, feeling somewhat relieved that at least she cast the spell right. "They must have sensed me."
"Can you sense them? Can you tell where they are?" Sam asked, as the young woman began to bite her lip in thought.
"I mean, I've never tried a location spell before…" Laura began, but Dean rudely cut her off.
"Some witch you are, Glinda," he mumbled, earning himself a dirty look from both his companions.
"You don't need to be a witch to practice Wicca. Don't you read?" she retorted.
Before their banter could escalate, however, Sam spoke up: "Can you try now?"
Laura knew this was the only option they had left, but she was extremely worn out from lack of sleep, the overexertion of her psychic abilities, and the recent physical altercation she had just endured.
With a curt nod from the young psychic, the Winchesters and their new ally began to pour over the books in search of a location ritual. Within about an hour and half, Laura had successfully completed the ritual, and the flames she burned on the map stopped around an old plot of land next to the local cemetery.
"That's where we have to go," Laura said, rubbing her pounding head, and handing them the charred map.
"We?" Dean repeated with raised eyebrows. "Sorry Bewitched, but we work alone."
Laura's eyes nearly bugged out of her face: "Are you kidding me? If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even know where to go! Besides I was in town first, so this is my case."
Sam gave Laura an apologetic look.
"Listen," he sighed, "you should probably get out of town. If we succeed, you won't be needed, but if Samhain does rise…" Samuel started, but Dean cut him off before his brother let slip that angels were involved with the case.
"We'll have too much on our plate to worry about saving your ass," he stated haughtily.
Sam glanced at his older brother, knowing why he interrupted him, but he also knew that the brunette would not take kindly to Dean's words. His eyes then met the fuming young woman's who clearly did not enjoy being spoken to like a helpless civilian.
"How chivalrous," she said with sarcasm dripping off her words.
Laura glared at the shorter of the two, while his smug face showed signs of a slight grin.
"And don't even think about tailing us there… we'll tie you to the chair again if we need to," Dean threatened, clearly enjoying himself.
And with that, the Winchesters exited the hotel room, leaving an enraged Laura staring after them.