In honor of Randy retaining the championship I'm posting 2 new chaps! Also bc, this one is short! Enjoy!
Chapter 10: Breakdown
After Arianna left, the boys headed to her room. Once in there, they locked the door behind them, setting their duffel and Arianna's gear down.
"So what do you want to do in here?" Sam asks.
"Salt? Maybe a Devil's trap?" Dean suggests. Sam nods.
Sam gets the salt out of the duffel and begins lining it on the inside of the door. Dean grabs a can of spray paint, looking at the tiled floor. He bends down, spraying the floor a blood red color. He grimaces, knowing that Ari would probably get in more trouble for this. Sam comes over, grabbing an older looking towel, and placing it over the Devil's trap. Who'd think a discarded towel was out of place in a locker-room?
"Okay, now what?" Sam asked, turning to face Dean.
"Let's go set up some more traps by the ramp." Sam nods, grabbing the spray paint and salt.
Arianna couldn't believe it. She'd worked "Christo" into her conversation with Vince, figuring out he wasn't possessed, and he wasn't in the mood to listen to her excuses. She slowly walked back to her locker-room, dreading what was going to happen tonight. Sam and Dean wouldn't have to worry about her being on tv after tonight. Vince had made sure that she knew that she was being sent on "vacation" for a few weeks, maybe more. A "vacation" without pay. She couldn't believe Vince suspended her for missing one damn meeting. Tonight was her last day for at least a month, and God, did she hate it.
She made it to her locker-room, opening the door, seeing the salt-line instantly. She looks around, not seeing Sam or Dean. She was glad, she didn't want to see them just yet. She walked over to her bag, opening it. She grabbed her title and looked at it. She drops it, a sudden wave of nausea hitting her.
She ran to the bathroom, making it just in time as she retched... The past few days information overload, and emotions hitting her. She heard a knock on her door, but was helpless to answer it, as her lunch was making an unwanted second appearance. She began dry-heaving, hearing footsteps coming towards the bathroom, and then a gasp.
"Ari!" Maryse yelled, running towards her friend.
"Ryse." Arianna choked out, before dry-heaving once more. Maryse rubbed Arianna's back, whispering soothing words to her.
Once she finished dry-heaving, and she was sure she wasn't going to do it anymore, she turned to Maryse, tears in her eyes. Maryse pulled her into her embrace and she sobbed.