Holy water clouds my thinking
Sinking low now
Keep on drinking
…..
You control me
Soul you stole, mine
Wishful thinking
Six feet under
Dead by dreaming
Sleep you steal, mine
Pools of cold sweat
Hatred burns me
...
Down you go
Suffer long
Down you go
Sin, make me strong
Down you go
Suffer long
Down you go
Sin, make me strong
Still shackled to the shadow
Still shackled to the shadow
That followed you
Stone Temple Pilots – Sin
Once we'd finished up at the graveyard the other night, we headed over to Bobby's, staying here to collect ourselves and let Sam heal a little over a few days. After reading a few troubling headlines on the computer, I headed into the living room where Bobby was working on the Colt at the desk, Dean was melting some metal into bullets and Sam was sitting on the couch, reading, resting his shoulder.
"Hey guys." I called.
"Hey, what's up?" Dean said, looking up.
"Well, I might have found some omens in Ohio."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah. Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drops."
"Well, that's thrilling."
"I know, right?" I said, sitting down on the couch next to Sam. "Also, some guy killed himself in a church and another went nuts in a local hobby shop before some cops could take him out."
"Could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker." Dean said.
"It's our best lead since Lincoln." Sam interjected.
"Where in Ohio?" Dean asked.
"Elizabethville. It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt." I said.
"There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach." Dean grinned.
"Sorry, maybe next time." I laughed.
"What I wouldn't do to see you in a bikini right now." Dean said, glancing up at me with a wink.
"Well, who said we have to go to South Beach for that?" I asked, leaning over towards him.
"Alright." Bobby grumbled, shaking his head.
"Sorry." I muttered, looking over to the desk to see that the Colt that was still in little pieces. "How's it going?"
"Slow."
"Slow? What are you doing over there? Playing with the scraps?" I asked, teasing him. He just shook his head, trying to ignore me.
"I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that." Dean said.
Bobby sighed. "Well, the only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick."
"So what makes it tick?" Sam asked. Bobby glared up at him, clearly not amused. Sam held his hands up, looking back down to the book in his lap.
"So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio…you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?" Dean asked, poking fun at Bobby.
"Well, it won't kill demons by then." Bobby said, looking up at us with narrowed eyes. "But I can promise you it'll kill all of you."
Dean smiled, standing up. "Alright, come on, we're wasting the daylight."
"See you, Bobby." Sam said, pushing himself up off the couch, going over to Dean as they headed towards the door.
"You kids run into anything — anything — you call me." Bobby said, looking up at me.
"Always will." I smiled. "Thanks, Bobby."
"Uh-huh." He mumbled, going back to the Colt as I left the room.
ELIZABETHVILLE, OHIO CHURCH – DAY
A giant cross sat on top of the giant, white building we walked up to. I turned the boys towards me, making sure their ties were straight before we headed in to speak to the pastor, posing as insurance agents.
"There's not much left for the insurance company. It was a suicide – I saw it myself." He said, a haunted look in his eyes. I nodded, trying to ignore the faint feeling of my stomach churning. I hadn't been feeling that great since Lincoln, being around all those demons, so I just chalked it up to that.
"Well, this shouldn't take long, then." Dean said. Father Gil sighed, leading us over to the site of the suicide.
"That's where Andy did it. It's the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday."
"When did he stop?" I asked.
"Probably about two months ago? Right around the time everything else started to change."
"Change?"
"Oh, let's just say this used to be a town you could be proud of. People cared about each other. Andy sang in the choir, and then one day, he just wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was-"
"Possessed?" Sam interjected.
"You could say that." Father Gil nodded a little uncomfortably. "Gambled away his money, cheated on his wife, destroyed his business. Like a switch had flipped."
"Father, did you know the man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?"
"Sure, Tony Perkins. He was a good man."
"Would you say that his personality suddenly changed one day, too?"
"I never thought about it that way, but...yes. About the same time as Andy — about two months ago."
"Well, thank you, Father. We appreciate your time." Dean said.
"Two months ago, we open up the devil's gate, all of a sudden this town turns into Margaritaville? It's no coincidence." Sam muttered quietly as we left.
MOTEL – DAY
Back at the motel, Dean unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal a normal looking room, except for the large mirrors up on the ceiling.
"Would you look at that." Dean chuckled, glancing down at me. "Hey-"
"I know. We'd get pretty good use out of those things." I nodded, smiling up at him. "I agree."
"You guys are gross." Sam mumbled, shaking his head.
Just as we were about to enter the room, the door across the hall from ours opened up. A man I recognized immediately stood there, staring over at me. I nearly let out an annoyed groan just from seeing him, but somehow kept it in, rolling my eyes instead.
"Richie." Dean called. "I don't believe it."
"Hey, Dean...Winchester, right?" He asked, glancing over to Dean as a barely dressed girl appeared by Richie's side, leaning on the door frame. "This is my sister, uh, Cheryl."
"Hey." She smiled.
"There." Richie muttered, handing her a few bills, watching her butt as she walked away.
"Sister?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, you know...stepsister." He shrugged.
"Oh, you are still as disgusting as ever." I mumbled.
"What?" He asked, not hearing me.
"Nothing."
"Hey, come on in." Dean smiled, moving out of the way for him to enter out room.
"Dean, no." I hissed, smacking his arm. "He's already giving me a migraine."
"I'm sure he found something, I'm just gonna ask him." Dean said, turning back to him. "This is my brother, Sam."
"Hey. How you doing?" Richie smiled.
"Not too bad." Sam shrugged.
"And you remember Tori." Dean said.
"How could I forget." Richie grinned, looking between Dean and I. "So, you guys still, uh, bumping uglies?"
"Hey. Watch it." Dean snapped, narrowing his eyes at him as I froze. I'm not quite sure why I was shocked by him, knowing how he was.
"Okay, okay. That's still your lady. I get it." Richie said, holding his hands up. "Glad to see you two are still going strong."
"Just shut up, Richie." I said, shaking my head.
"I'm kind of afraid to ask, but how do you guys know each other?" Sam asked.
"You were in school." Dean explained.
"It was that succubus, in Canarsie right?" Richie asked, glancing over at him.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Oh, man. You should have seen the rack on this broad." Richie said, a huge smile on his face as he gestured in front of his chest with his open hands. "I mean, these sweater puppies. Woo! Fuckin' tragedy when I had to gank her."
"Whoa. Wait. Wait a minute." Dean interjected. "Who killed her? If I remember, your ass was toast until I showed up."
"Oh, I forgot what a comedian this guy was." Richie laughed.
"Actually, not to burst your little testosterone filled bubbles, but I was the one who did it. Just saying." I said, raising a challenging eyebrow. Sam glanced over at me, trying not to laugh at the looks on their faces.
"Oh." Dean mumbled, blinking a few times. "Oh, yeah. That's right. You did."
"Like it really matters who killed her, anyway." Richie shrugged, waiving it off.
"Right." I nodded.
"Know what, Richie? I told you then and I'll tell you again, you're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed." Dean said.
"If only the word could be that fortunate." I mumbled. Richie ignored us, answering his ringing phone.
"Talk to me?" He paused, looking back to me, covering the receiver. "FYI, Sweetcakes – words hurt."
"Yeah? So does my fist." I snapped, taking a step towards him. Dean quickly grabbed my arms, holding me back. "Call me that one more time, I dare you."
Richie cowered back a little, taking his hand off the phone. "It's not a good time, babe. Later."
"Let me go, Dean."
"Only if you promise not to hit anybody."
"I promise." I sighed, shaking my arms out of his grasp.
"So you find anything in this town, anyway?" Dean asked as Richie hung up.
"Ah, no. I got nothing." He said, a thought coming into his head. "Oh, wait a minute. You mean as in demons and whatnot?"
"Well, yeah." Dean said obviously. I rolled my eyes, glancing up at Sam with an exasperated look.
"No, I got nothing."
"Typical. What about your sister back there?"
"Oh, honestly? She definitely had the devil in her, but she wasn't no demon, you know what I'm saying?" Richie laughed, his smile fading when he noticed our reactions – or lack thereof. "Right. Seriously. Church guy, hobby-shop guy — they were lunch meat by the time I got there. Maybe they were possessed, but I can't prove it."
"Yeah, that's where we are, too." Sam said. "You know, let's just say that demons are possessing people in this town. You know, raising hell-"
"Yeah, but why would a demon blow his brains out?" Dean asked.
"What else do demons do best other than torture?" I asked. "Probably just to kill for the sake of killing."
"Like taking a car for a joyride." Richie nodded along.
"Shut up."
"Anybody else left in the town that fits the profile — you know, nice guy turned douche, still breathing?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow when Richie didn't respond. "Hello?"
"She told me to shut up!"
"Oh, honestly." I muttered. "Talk."
"Well, there's Trotter."
"Who's that?" Sam asked.
"Well, he used to be head of the Rotary Club. And then people say he turned bastard all of a sudden. Brought in the gambling, the hookers. He practically owns this whole town."
"Know where we could find him?"
"Oh, he'll be at his bar in a few hours."
"Great." I nodded, pointing to the door. "Get out."
"Good idea, I gotta go get changed if I'm going there-"
"No. You are not coming with us."
"Hey, I gave you the lead. I get to go." He argued. I huffed, glancing back at Sam and Dean, seeing them nod. I turned back to Richie, narrowing my eyes.
BAR – DAY
The small town all seemed to collect around here, a bunch of people mulling around with cocktails in their hands, drunk off their asses.
"I thought you said this was some boarded-up factory town." Dean said, looking over at me.
"Well, it's supposed to be."
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do some research." Dean smiled watching a group of attractive, skimpily dressed women pass by. In one of the opened cars, a woman in a tight tank top and mini skirt eyed him, gesturing for him to go over to her.
I glared at her, pushing Dean around to my other side, out of her view, to enter the bar. "Come on."
Dean walked ahead of us, moving through the large crowd of drunk, dancing people. I glanced behind me, seeing an extremely awkward look on Sam's face as he pushed around and bumped into.
We just about made it to the other side of the crowd when I felt someone brush up against me, I turned around, letting out an annoyed huff when I saw Richie standing there, dressed in bright orange satin shirt that was halfway unbuttoned, revealing a white t-shirt underneath it.
"Oh, Jesus." I muttered, shaking my head.
"Richie. Look at you." Dean said, shaking his hand. "Bringing satin back."
"Oh, you like this? Try Thai silk — Canal Street. You'd have to pay three hundred for threads like these, easy. Cost to me — fuggedaboutit."
"How much is forget about it?" Sam asked, a small smile on his face.
"Ah, forget about it." Richie shrugged, pointing over to a man. "That's Trotter over there. He sits there all night. Can't touch him."
"So, what do we do now?"
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna do a little investigating with that bartender." Dean said, grinning over at the attractive brunette.
"Easy. Me and her, we got a little somethin'-somethin' lined up for later." Richie muttered.
"Yeah, right." Dean scoffed.
"Stings, don't it? Alright, I got to hit the head, release the hostages. Be back in a few." Richie said, leaving.
"No way he gets a girl like that. I mean, look at her."
"No way in hell. Unless she's desperate. Though I don't see how anyone could ever get that desperate." I mumbled, glancing up at him. "Alright, stop looking."
"What?" Dean asked innocently, letting the facade drop when I kept my eyes trained on him. "Sorry."
"Uh-huh."
"Really though, come on. You could bounce a quarter off that ass."
"Well..." I shrugged, not exactly able to disagree.
"You think so?" Father Gil asked, waking up to us.
"Oh." Dean turned, laughing awkwardly. "Sorry, Padre."
"No offense, but what on earth are you doing here, Father?" I asked.
"Like it or not, you go where your flock is."
"Plus, the clergy drinks for free." The bartender smiled, making her way over to us as she poured a drink for Father Gil. I raised an eyebrow, watching him sip it.
"True, and a certain bartender owes me a confession."
"Not in this lifetime, Father."
"I better see your butt on Sunday." Father Gil said, glancing back at Dean and he moved to walk away. "Quarter or not."
I smiled as Dean chuckled awkwardly, glancing back to me. "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" I asked innocently. "You deserved that."
"Yeah, I guess." Dean shrugged. I turned towards the bar, feeling Dean pull me flush against him by my hips. "You know your butt is my favorite one."
"Hmm." I sighed, leaning into his touch. "How romantic."
"What can I get you?" The bartender asked, staring at Dean and I with a lustful smirk. My stomach churned as my eyes caught hers, and I immediately felt uncomfortable.
"What's your specialty?" Dean asked, pulling away from me to sit at the bar. I held onto the edge of it for support as my stomach flopped, glancing around the room for anyone that looked suspicious.
"I make a mean hurricane."
"I guess we'll see about that."
"You drink hurricanes?" Sam asked, laughing.
"I do now." Dean shrugged, noticing how I was acting. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"I don't feel that great." I said, taking his hand as he helped me onto a stool.
"Why?" Dean asked, lowering his voice as he leaned in. "Like in a demon-sense-y kind of way?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"Shit. I wonder who it is?"
"I don't know."
"You okay, sweetie?" The bartender asked, pushing a drink in front of me.
"Oh, uh, I'm fine." I mumbled, chugging the drink without thinking.
"Hey." Sam called, nudging my arm, gesturing to a man across the bar by a pool table with a gun.
Without warning, he raised it, shooting another man point-blank in the forehead. The crowed erupted in chaos, everyone started screaming and running around. In the panic, the three of us shoved our way across the bar.
Just as the man raised the gun to his head, Dean tackled him to the ground, causing the gun to go flying across the floor. I stood over it to make sure no one else got any ideas as Sam grabbed a flask of holy water, splashing it on the man.
"What are you doing?!" The man shouted, not being affected by the water at all. "He slept with my wife. That bastard slept with my wife!"
"Somebody call nine-one-one!" Sam shouted.
Not too long later a bunch of police were mulling around, a couple of them leading the man out of the bar in handcuffs, pushing him into the back of a police car.
"There are too many cops here." Sam said quietly. "I say we roll."
"Just be cool." Dean said, watching the police car driving away. "Poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst."
"So, what's the deal, then? People in this town getting possessed or not?"
"I don't know. Tori had her demon-sense go off."
"But if it wasn't that guy, then who is it?" I asked.
"I don't know. Maybe it is just what it is — a town full of scumbags." Dean shrugged. "Maybe you just aren't feeling well."
"Maybe. I feel fine now."
"You kids ready for your mug shots?" A cop asked, walking over to us. I swallowed nervously, glancing up at Sam and Dean. "The photographer's gonna be here in a few to take your picture for the local paper."
"That'd be an honor, Officer. What a thrill!" Dean exclaimed, faking excitement until the cop walked away.
"Yup, time to go." Sam said.
"Wait a second. Where's Richie?"
"Eh, who cares?" I asked.
"Tori."
"I'm sure he's fine. We can look for him later, after the cops leave." I said, looking up at Dean with a smirk. "Plus, I really think I want to check out those mirrors."
"Oh, god." Sam complained, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, yeah?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah."
"Sammy you wouldn't mind going to, I don't know, wherever nerds like to go, for a little while?"
"Where nerds like to go?" Sam asked incredulously.
"Yeah."
"Fine." Sam huffed, shaking his head as he left the bar.
MOTEL – DAY
We'd barely even gotten inside the room before we started kissing each other, my arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed me up against the shut door, running his hands down the sides of my body. He practically ripped my jacket off, lifting my shirt up over my head, throwing it and the jacket into the beginnings of a pile of clothes on the floor, bending down to kiss me again.
I pulled his jacket and shirt off, throwing them down to the floor before sliding my hands over his shoulders as he unclasped my bra and threw it with the other clothes. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he picked me up, carrying me over to the bed, his lips never leaving mine until he pulled back, smiling down at me.
"What?" I asked, looking up into his eyes.
"You're beautiful, you know that?"
"You don't have to flatter me, you're already getting in my pants." I teased as he grinned, slowly kissing down my body until he got to my jeans, unbuttoning them and slipping them off.
"I mean it." Dean mumbled against my stomach.
"So are you." I sighed, staring down at him with a smile. "You could go a little lower, you know."
"Nah."
"Aw, come on. What does a girl have to do?" I asked, leaning up on my elbows.
"Well, if you're asking-"
"Dean." I mumbled, watching him smirk before ducking in between my legs.
I let out a low moan, laying back on the bed with my eyes closed. I could feel the release bubbling up inside me when he stopped, hovering over me, kissing my lips. I pushed him over on his back, pulling his jeans off, crawling back up his body, straddling his hips, the both of us moaning in pleasure at the contact.
"Damn, I could get used to this." Dean muttered, his hands on my moving hips as he stared up at the ceiling. I smiled down at him, glancing up at the mirror.
"Me too."
Afterwords, I could barely keep my eyes open, that same blissful feeling completely taking over me as I laid on Dean, my chin resting on his bare chest.
"I say we bring a mirror with us and hang it up in every room." He muttered, still looking up at our reflection in the mirror as he ran his fingers through my hair.
"I could live with that." I sighed. "I love you."
"Yeah." Dean nodded, smiling down at me as he kissed my lips, showing me how much he loved me without saying the words. "Know what I could really go for right now?"
"Round three?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well, that...and a burger."
"You know, that actually sounds pretty good."
"Round three first." Dean said, gently pushing me on my back as he hovered over me.
BAR – DAY
Back at the bar, I grabbed the two beers from the male bartender, making my way back over to the table, placing them down before sitting in front of Dean, who was staring down at his phone, completely ignoring the giant burger in front of him.
"Babe, you do realize there's red meat within striking distance, right?"
"How many times I got to tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble?" Dean asked, glancing up at me.
"He didn't answer again?"
"Nope."
"I'm sure he's okay. Maybe he's locked up in a room somewhere with a bunch of hookers."
"Like he wouldn't answer my call to let me hear that." Dean said, a grimace on his face.
"True." I nodded. "Maybe he left?"
"He's a moron. I mean, he's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't just bail."
"What should we do then?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink.
"I got to go find him."
"I guess." I shrugged.
"Come on, the guy's annoying but you don't really want anything bad to happen to him."
"No. I don't." I said honestly. "Hey, did you call Sam?"
"No."
"Alright. I will." I said, fishing my phone out of my pocket, dialing Sam's number.
"Tori?" Sam answered in a hushed tone.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm outside Trotter's office."
"Why are you there?"
"Something about the way he looked at me last night."
"What does that mean? That can be taken in a really different way that what I assume you mean, Sam." I joked.
"Tori, not now. I can't talk. Listen, just meet me at the bar in twenty minutes, okay?" Sam said, hanging up before I got the chance to answer.
"Sam." I called, looking at the phone to see that the call had ended.
"What happened?" Dean asked.
"Sam's trying to find that Trotter guy. He thinks there's something weird going on with him."
"Well, we never did find the demon you sensed earlier."
"I thought you thought that was just a fluke?"
Dean shrugged. "Never know."
"Well, Sam said to meet him at the bar in twenty." I sighed, putting my phone away. "I think one of us should go with him."
"Alright. Why don't you go and I'll try to find Richie?"
"Sounds good." I nodded, standing up. "Meet back here in twenty?"
"Sure." Dean said, looking up at me. "Be careful, okay?"
"I will." I said, seeing the brunette bartender staring at us again out of the corner of my eye. I smiled down at Dean, leaning in to place a lingering kiss on his lips. "You too."
"Uh-huh." Dean mumbled, staring after me with half closed eyes. I had to admit, I felt a little proud to be able to daze him like that with just a kiss.
DPOV
After Tori left, I discarded the food, making my way out of the bar to the address where I'd tracked Richie's phone to be. When I got there, I broke into the house, finding him lying on the ground dead, his neck broken.
"Oh, man." I sighed, shaking my head as I looked one of the tables I found a picture of the bartender, a small amount of yellow dust near, knowing immediately what it was. Sulfur.
It was then that I realized that this morning Tori didn't start feeling sick until she was around her...
She's a demon.
By the time I'd done what I felt needed to be done for Richie, I headed back to the bar, glad to see the same bartender still working there.
"What can I get you?" She asked, smiling at me.
"Beer."
"Alright." She nodded, turning around, bending down to get it.
"I got to tell you, every woman in this place? They want to eat you up." A woman muttered, walking over to me.
"Well, hey. Anybody could have tackled that guy...and wrestled the gun away…prevented mass murder." I shrugged, playing it off like it was no big deal.
"Here's what I'm gonna do. Normally, I charge four hundred a night." She said, whispering in my ear. "Why don't we call it an even deuce and get the hell out of here?"
"What do I look like?" I asked incredulously, leaning back.
"What do I look like?" She asked, walking away. "Cheapskate."
"Did I just see you strike out with a prostitute?" The bartender laughed. "How's that work?"
"Well, I just told her I had a thing for the bartender." I smiled. "It was pretty easy."
"Who says the bartender's available?"
"That's a good question. You got something going with some guy, you know, about yea tall, wears a sweatsuit…?" I asked.
"Who?"
"My mistake." I muttered, watching as she leaned down on the bar suggestively. "So, what do you say you and me grab a drink after your shift?"
"I say why wait...when we can go right now?"
TROTTER'S OFFICE – DAY
TPOV
Once I got to the building, I snuck around back, finding a door cracked open, probably from Sam. I entered, turning down a couple hallways until I found Sam, inside the office, sifting through the stuff on the desk I quietly made my way up behind him. When he sensed someone was there, he swung around, nearly punching me in the face.
"Dude!" I exclaimed quietly, ducking out of the range of his fist.
"Tori!? Jesus! What are you doing here?"
"Trying to help you."
"Big help." A huge guy muttered, walking in the room. He threw a punch at Sam, who blocked it, punching him repeatedly. Just then, Trotter walked in, armed with a gun. I quickly pulled mine out, aiming it at him.
"What are you doing here?" Trotter asked, pointing his gun at me.
"I think maybe you know." Sam said.
"Yeah? Well, I think I'm calling the cops!"
"Cops?"
"Breaking and entering, assault." Trotter said, looking between Sam and I. "You two are in a peck of trouble.
"Uh, wh- uh...I think I could probably explain it." Sam said, suddenly twisting around, grabbing the gun from Trotter, pointing it at him. The big dude was just about to try and stop him when I moved around the front of the desk, my gun trained on him.
"Money's in the safe! Take it and go." Trotter said, holding his hands up.
"I don't want your money. I just got to be sure." Sam said, splashing them both with holy water. They flinched from the sudden coldness of the water, but there was no sizzle. Nothing.
"What kind of psycho are you?"
"Oh, god." Sam muttered, glancing back at me with an embarrassed look. "Uh... I'm sorry."
"I think this was just a- a minor misunderstanding." I said, putting my gun away with a nervous smile.
"How 'bout we just- just leave. I'll take these." Sam said, removing the bullets from the gun, placing it down. "And I- I'll leave this for you."
Sam smiled awkwardly, backing up towards me as I walked forward towards him. The two of us clashed together with an uncomfortable laugh, holding onto each other to keep ourselves upright as the men stared on in confusion.
"Well, goodbye." I smiled.
"Have a nice day?" Sam said, the two of us walking quickly out of the office, leaving the two men staring at us in bewilderment.
"I swear, I'm never doing anything again if we're going off one of your hunches."
"You know, I think I agree with that." Sam mumbled.
CASEY'S HOUSE – NIGHT
DPOV
Casey led me into her house and down into the basement, stopping inside the room where I'd found Richie, looking around suspiciously before turning back to me.
"You know, it's a real shame your girlfriend couldn't be here, too."
"Oh, yeah? Why's that?"
"'Cause she's beautiful." Casey said, letting out a sigh as she made her way over to me. "Would've been nice to have her company, too. If you know what I mean."
"Oh uh, yeah." I nodded, staring down at her as she smiled suggestively. She stood up on her toes, moving to kiss me when I placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing her away. "You know, I forgot to mention. Richie was a friend of mine. When I realized I could track the GPS in his cellphone, I swung by earlier. Give him a proper burial. It's better than rotting in some skank's basement."
Casey let out a low growl, launching herself out me. I jumped back as she froze, stopped by the devil's trap underneath the rug.
"Oops. Isn't that a buzz kill?" I knelt down, showing her the corner of the trap. "Sorry, sister, but you're going back to where you came from."
"I don't think so." Casey laughed.
I pulled out the book, begining to read the exorcism. "Spiritus immunde, undolara. Pasonitote..."
"Uh-uh." Casey mumbled, closing her eyes. A sudden breeze blew through the room, spinning the chandelier above her.
"Spiritus immunde, undo-"
Just then, the pages from the book were torn off by the strong breeze. I glanced down, seeing the book fly out of my hands across the room where a large crack formed, dropping the book inside. Hearing a loud noise, I glanced behind me, seeing the bricks around the door cave in, blocking it.
Casey let out a laugh, calling my attention back to her. "What are you laughing at, bitch? You're still trapped."
"So are you...bitch." She spat. I ignored her, going over to a few of the candles, relighting them to examine the rockfall. "Lose something?"
"All you demons have such smart mouths."
"It's a gift."
"Yeah, well. Let's see if you're smiling when I send your ass back to hell."
"Without your little exorcism book? Hey, go ahead."
I turned back to her, a confident look on my face. "Spiritus immunde ...un, guh..."
"Having a little trouble there, sport?" She asked tauntingly.
"Spiritus immunde, undolare, Pasonitote." I paused, pulling in a deep breath when I forgot the rest. How the hell does Tori just rattle this damn thing off?
"Nice try, but I think you just ordered a pizza." She smiled sarcastically. "Guess you should have paid more attention in Latin class."
"Hey, I don't know what you're smiling about. You're not going anywhere."
"And, apparently, neither are you."
"Yeah, but I got somebody coming for me, and, uh, she did pay attention in class."
"Oh, right. Tori. Everyone says she's the brains of the outfit. Even smarter than little Sammy boy."
"Everyone?" I asked, a little surprised.
"Sure. You Winchester's are famous. Not Lohan famous, but, you know..." She shrugged.
"Well, that's...flattering. I'll be sure to let them know when they get here."
"If they shows up first." She said, raising an eyebrow at the look on my face. "What, you thought I was flying solo? You shouldn't underestimate, Dean, it might be the death of you. The fact remains, we just have to wait and see who shows up first. The cavalry...or the Indians."
BAR – NIGHT
TPOV
When we got back to the bar, I was surprised, and a little worried to not see Dean waiting for us there. I couldn't imagine where he would be or that finding Richie would take him that long.
"Well, we can just wait for him." Sam shrugged, sitting at a stool.
"He's looking for Richie."
"Oh. Well, I'm sure he'll show up."
"Yeah." I sighed, tapping my fingers on the top of the counter as the bartender came over.
"What can I get you two?" He asked.
"Nothing for me, thanks." Sam smiled.
"Whiskey."
"Tori?"
"What?" I asked, glancing up at him.
"Sh-"Sam stopped, interrupted by a skimpily dressed woman sauntering over, leaning down next to him.
"You look kind of tense." She muttered. Sam glanced around the room, checking to see if she was really speaking to him. "You know, I know a surefire way to relax."
"Maybe later."
"Come on, sweetie."
"Hey, leave him alone, would you?" I said, looking over at her.
"What are you, his girlfriend?"
"If that'll make you go away, then yes."
"Watch out honey. That girl was here with another man not too long ago." She told Sam, patting him on the shoulder before leaving.
"Tori?" Sam gasped, feigning hurt. "How dare you?"
"I just couldn't stop myself." I grinned. "He was really, really hot."
"Okay-"
"Like really hot. And sexy."
"Right-"
"And my god, if that wasn't the best sex I've ever had." I muttered, fanning myself as the bartender stared over at us strangely. "I mean, he has such a big c-"
"Tori!" Sam exclaimed, looking over at me with wide, horrified eyes. "I swear, if you finish that sentence."
"What? I was talking about his car." I smirked. Sam rolled his eyes, calling the bartender over.
He stepped in front of us, looking over in question. "Yeah?"
"Hi. Um, you remember the guy we were with last night? We sat right here."
"The big hero who jumped on Reggie."
"Yeah, the big hero." I nodded, emphasizing the word big just to torture Sam some more.
"Have you seen him around at all today?" Sam asked, trying to ignore me.
"Maybe. Depends." The guy muttered, glancing down at my chest.
"Dude, I'm so not gonna flash you." I snapped.
"Here." Sam said, waving some money in front of him. "That should be good enough."
"Not as good as those-" He said, glancing back down to my chest. "But it'll do. He left with Casey about an hour ago."
"He did?" I asked, feeling a little confused about that. I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but what the hell would he leave with her for?
"Any idea where they went?" Sam asked.
"Her place... for Bible study." The bartender said.
"Bible study." I scoffed.
"You got an address?"
"What's wrong with you? You think I'm gonna give you a co-worker's address, just so you two can go over there and get your freaky peeping-tom rocks off?" He asked. Sam rolled his eyes, passing him some more money. "Corner of Piermont and Clinton. Have fun."
CASEY'S HOUSE – NIGHT
DPOV
After walking around the room for a bit holding the phone up to try and get a signal, I realized it wasn't going to happen, and gave up with a huff.
"Why don't you relax?" Casey asked.
"Why don't you kiss my ass?"
"Why, Dean, you're a poet. I had no idea. Look, we won't have any effect on the outcome of this. We might as well be civil."
"Civil, huh? Killing Richie, that was- that was civil? The guy was harmless."
"That knife he pulled on me didn't look so harmless."
"A knife wouldn't hurt you."
"No, but it would damage this body." She said, running a hand over her chest. "And Casey has such a fine body, I wouldn't want to see it ripped."
"A demon with a heart. Wow." I scoffed, shaking my head. "Well, you know, there's a bunch of dead people in town that might disagree with you."
"Hey, I didn't pull any triggers."
"Yeah? You did something."
"You want to know what I did? What I really did? I had lunch."
"Lunch?" I asked incredulously.
"Me and Trotter. He had a cheeseburger, I had a salad, and I just pointed out the money that could be made with a few businesses that cater to harmless vice. So Trotter built it, and man, did they come. Supposedly God-fearing folk, waist-deep in booze, sex, gambling. I barely lifted a finger."
"That's it?"
"You don't get it. All you got to do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there, and they'll walk right into hell with big, fat smiles on their faces. Your kind is corrupt, Dean. Weak." Casey muttered. "Our will's stronger. That's why we'll win."
"And that's how it ends?"
"No." She smiled. "That's how it begins."
"So, demons take over. I thought the meek shall inherit the earth."
"Oh, according to your Bible. It's only a book, Dean."
"Not everyone would agree."
"Because it's God's book?" She asked. "Do you believe in God, Dean? I'd be surprised if you did."
"I don't know." I muttered, looking down. "I'd like to."
"Well, I don't see how you and your God, have done such a bang-up job. War, genocide. It's only getting worse. I mean, this past century, you people racked up a body count that amazed even us." She said. "It's our turn now, and we're gonna do it right this time."
I heard a noise coming from above us, looking up towards the grate.
"Don't be hopeful, Dean. You're not delivered. It's only the wind."
TPOV
I didn't want to waste time knocking on the door, I really just wanted to bust in. But Sam had made a good point, what if I saw something I didn't really want to? So instead, I let him knock on the door. As soon as he touched it, it swung open.
We shared a surprised look, heading inside. Not even a second after I stepped foot into the house, I felt my stomach flop.
"Oh, god." I mumbled, placing a hand on my stomach.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, looking back to me from a picture of the female bartender with some guy.
"I don't feel good." I said, glancing up at him. "Something's wrong."
"Is it your demon-sense?"
"Yes." I nodded, narrowing my eyes at him. "And don't call it that!"
Sam turned back around, touching some powder on top of the table, lifting it to his nose. "Sulfur."
On our way out of the house, I decided to call Bobby to try and see if he could help us out with anything, but his voicemail picked up.
"Hey, Bobby. We have a big problem here. Sam found some sulfur and we can't find Dean. Please call me as soon as you get this." I said, shutting the phone. "What now?"
"Maybe we can head back to the bar."
"I hope Dean's okay." I sighed.
"Me too."
DPOV
"You know, you're piling it pretty high there, sweetheart. I'm not sure I'm buying." I shrugged.
"Why would I lie?" Casey asked.
"Demons lie."
"Some do. Some are true believers."
"Believers in what?"
"What, you think humans have an exclusive on a higher power?"
"You have a god?" I asked, surprised.
"Sure." She nodded. "His name's Lucifer."
"You mean the Devil?"
"Your word, not ours. Lucifer actually means light bringer. Look it up." She said. "Once he was the most beautiful of all God's angels, but God demanded that he bow down before man, and when he refused, God banished him. Tell me, Dean. How do you like bowing before lesser creatures?"
"Lucifer's really real?" I asked, not able to get over that fact.
"Well, no one's actually seen him, but they say that he made us into what we are, and they say that he'll return."
"Oh, yeah? And, uh, you believe that?"
"I've got faith." She said. "So, you see? Is my kind really all that different than yours?"
"Well, except that, uh, demons are evil."
"…and humans are such a lovable bunch. Dick Cheney."
"He one of yours?"
"Not yet. Let's just say he's got a parking spot reserved for him downstairs." She smiled. I let out a laugh, shaking my head.
"Hey, speaking of downstairs...what's it like down there?" I asked, a little nervous to find out.
"What, hell?"
"Yeah."
"That's right. You booked a one-way ticket with that deal." She said. "You're not gonna like it, Dean. And, um, judging from the trouble you've caused, I don't think you'll be getting the presidential suite. It's a pit of despair. Why do you think we want to come here?"
I'd be lying if I said her answer didn't scare me a little. So instead of saying anything more, I glanced down to the ground, hoping Sam and Tori would get here soon.
BAR – NIGHT
Sam and I entered the bar, shoving through a few groups of people to get back to the bartender, who was wiping down the counter top.
"Hey, excuse me. Um, they weren't there." Sam announced.
"I guess you got to catch your jollies another night." He grinned, pouring a coupe shots. "Here. Why don't you have a drink and relax?"
"I don't want to relax!" Sam exclaimed, shaking his head. "What is it with the people in this town?"
"Suit yourself, princess." He mumbled, drinking both shots.
Sam nudged me, nodding over to Father Gil, who was sitting over in one of the booths. "Should we go talk to him?"
"I guess." I shrugged, following Sam over to the table.
"Father."
"Yes?" He asked, looking up at us in surprise.
"Um...can we- can we talk to you for a sec?"
"Sure." He nodded. Sam slid into the booth in front of him, leaving space for me to sit next to him. I breathed in through my nose, trying to stomp down the uncomfortable nauseous feeling inside.
"So, the bartender from the other night, Casey? You know her pretty well?" I asked.
"Since she was in pigtails." He said, noticing how I was breathing. "Are you alright."
"Oh, I'm fine." I nodded, smiling at him.
Sam glanced down at me, knowing what this meant. "So, um, Casey and my brother, they, uh...they... left tonight. Together."
"Ah." Father Gil nodded. "Well, not that I approve, but they are consenting adults."
"Right."
"I'm sorry. You said brother. I thought you were insurance investigators?"
"Right, right. Well, we are. It's like- it's like a family business, you know?" Sam said. "Anyways, so we went to Casey's house, and they weren't there. I just have this feeling that they- that they might be in trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"Just trouble." I said, probably a little more harshly than intended. "Please, Father, we need your help. Is there something you could tell us about Casey? Somewhere that she might go, maybe?"
"Yes, there is a place. Let me get my jacket."
"No, wait, Father. We can do this ourselves."
"Son, if Casey's really in trouble, then there's nothing to talk about." He stood, putting on his jacket. "Shall we go?"
CASEY'S HOUSE – NIGHT
DPOV
"Kind of funny, don't you think?" Casey asked when she realized I wasn't going to speak anymore. "You and me sitting here like a couple of regular folk."
"Yeah, it's hilarious, you know, in that apocalyptic sort of way." I muttered dryly.
"You're alright, Dean." She said. I scoffed, shaking my head. "The others don't describe you that way. But, you know, you're- you're likable."
"A demon likes me."I mumbled, shaking my head. "Sorry, I don't know how to respond to that."
"You could say thanks." She said, watching me closely for a moment. "That deal you made to save Sam and Victoria – a lot of others would mock you for it, think it was weak or stupid. I don't."
"It's been kind of liberating, actually. You know, what's the point in worrying about a future, when you don't have one?" I shrugged, finding it weird how willing I was to pour my heart out a demon. I guess things just really didn't matter anymore.
"Still, a year left. You're not scared?"
"Nah."
"Not even a little?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Not scared of leaving Victoria? Never seeing her again? Or Sam?"
I swallowed hard, trying not to show my hesitation. "Of course not."
Casey nodded, lying languorously down on the floor. I glanced down at her, looking away quickly. Demon, remember?
"Why, Dean, if I didn't know better, I'd say that was lust in your eyes." She smiled. "Well, it would be one way to spend the time...but I don't think you'd respect me in the morning."
"Hey, I barely respect you now." I said, looking back to her. "Can I ask you a question?"
"I'm an open book."
"So, the gate opened. The demon army was let out. What now, huh? I'm not seeing a big, honking plan here."
"Honestly, there was a plan. Azazel was a tyrant, but he held us all together."
"Azazel?" I asked, having no clue who she was talking about.
"What, you think his friends just called him yellow-eyes? He had a name. After you did him in, it all fell apart."
"Sorry about that." I smiled, not meaning it in the least. "So, what? No chain of command?"
"There was. It was Sam. Sam was supposed to be the grand pooh-bah and lead the big army, but he hasn't exactly stepped up to the plate, has he?"
"Thank God for that." I sighed.
"Again with God. You think this is a good thing? Now you've got chaos, a war without a front, hundreds of demons all jockeying for power, all fighting for the crown. Most of them gunning for your brother and Victoria."
"Tori?"
"How many times do we have to tell you about her?"
"No one's ever really told me anything. Just that she's special."
"She is." Casey said, sitting up. "Think here, Dean. Lucifer exists. Demon's exist. Even God exists. Now follow the pattern. What comes after that?"
I stared at her with wide eyes, immediately calling bullshit in my head. No matter how much she was willing to tell me, she had to be lying. There was just no way.
CAR – NIGHT
TPOV
Being in such close quarters with Father Gil made my stomach churn wildly, letting me know everything I needed to with one simple feeling. All I had to do now was try and keep my calm, not let him know that I knew.
"So, insurance investigating. You enjoy the work?" Father Gil asked, glancing over at Sam from behind the steering wheel.
"Yeah, yeah, I...like being able to help people." Sam nodded.
"Ever think about doing anything else?"
"Like what?"
"Anything. You seem like a pretty smart kid. Somehow I see you out in front of the pack." He said, glancing over at Sam. "You could do some great things."
"I don't know. I like doing what I'm doing, I guess." Sam shrugged, clearly not noticing the strange look he'd gotten from Father Gil.
"Well, it's your life. Does, um...Dean?"
"Yeah, Dean."
"Does he find trouble often?"
"Yeah, Dean finds his fair share."
"Well, it's a good thing he has you — his brother's keeper." Father Gil muttered, pulling the station wagon up in front of Casey's house.
"She's here?" I asked, getting out of the car, walking up to the door with them.
"She should be."
"Dean!" I called, hoping he could hear me.
"Tori!?" I heard the faint call of Dean's voice, rushing towards it. I came to a small grate that led to the basement. "The basement caved in!"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, hold on."
"We're coming." Sam called in the distance, rushing over to me with Father Gil.
"Who's we?" Dean asked.
"Father Gil is here." I told him.
"Tori, be careful."
"I know." I nodded, turning around just as Father Gil's eyes went black, a smirk on his face.
Suddenly, a bullet flew past his head, destroying a small statute next to us. As Father Gil moved, I saw Bobby standing a few feet away with the Colt. Father Gil waved a hand, flinging him across the lawn before sending Sam flying into the windshield of the Impala. Just as Father Gil turned towards me, a blonde girl appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my hand. In the blink of an eye, we were across the lawn, hiding behind a tree. Father Gil looked around before letting out a huff, blowing the front door down, heading inside.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, looking up at her.
"Your saving grace." She snipped.
Sam let out a groan, calling my attention back to him. I quickly ran over to him, helping him up off the car before rushing over to Bobby.
"Bobby, you alright?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." Bobby nodded, sitting up.
"How did you know where we-"
"Go!" Bobby exclaimed, handing Sam the rebuilt Colt.
"You heard the man. Go." The blonde said, gesturing to the door. Sam and I took off, running back to the house, trying to make our way down the basement steps as quietly as possible.
"Don't kill him. Let's just go." A woman muttered. "Please."
Sam turned the corner, not waiting a second as he shot Father Gil point blank. My eyes widened as light erupted from him and I froze as the body fell to the ground. Without waiting, Sam pointed the gun to Casey.
"Sam!"
"Sam, wait!" Dean shouted. Sam ignored both of us, shooting Casey. I watched in horror as she fell to the ground beside Father Gil, both bodies now bleeding out.
"Why did you do that?" I asked, looking at him in shock. "There were people in there, Sam!"
"I had to do it." Sam mumbled, looking as through he was trying to justify to himself what he'd done. "I had- I had to."
MAIN-STREET – DAY
DPOV
A little bit later, Tori and I broke away from Sam, asking Bobby to take a small walk with us. I made sure to keep my arm around Tori, knowing that what happened back there really upset her. She didn't like seeing innocent victims of possession getting murdered. And neither did I.
"Well, what do you think, Bobby?" I asked. "About what we did here, you think it made a difference?"
"Two less demons to worry about." Bobby shrugged. "That's not nothing."
"Yeah, but Trotter's still alive."
"Humans ain't our job."
"Yeah, but you think anything's really gonna change? I mean maybe these people do just want to really destroy themselves. Maybe it is a losing battle."
"Is that you or the demon girl talking?" Bobby asked.
"It's me. The demon is dead…"
"And so is the girl it was possessing." Tori finished sadly. I squeezed her a little tighter to me.
"Vic, I know how you feel, but it had to be done." Bobby said. "Sam was saving Dean's life."
"But you didn't see it, Bobby. It was cold." I muttered, turning to face him. "Bobby?"
"Yeah?"
"Back in Wyoming, uh, there was this moment. Yellow Eyes said something to me."
"What'd he say?"
"That maybe when Sam came back from, well wherever, that maybe he came back different."
"Different how?" Bobby asked.
"I don't know. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. You think something's wrong with my brother?"
"No. Demons lie. I'm sure Sam's okay." Bobby said.
"Demon's lie. Right." I mumbled, glancing down at Tori as I thought about what Casey had said about her. Why she was special.
I just couldn't let myself believe that, it was too crazy.
I'm on a roll! This is the longest chapter of Bring The Rain so far! But I think this is the last one for today. I really liked the way it came out, so I should probably stop here lol
I'm sorry, I had to change that could fit that ass on a nickel thing, because, to be perfectly honest, after thinking about it for a few minutes (way too long, by the way) I still don't get it. Is he saying her butt's small? That can't be it. Was he trying to say you could bounce a nickel off of it like a quarter? That's what I assumed, so that's what I changed it to.
But I guess those are some of life's questions I'll never live long enough to find the answers for.
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