Chapter 10
"Dontallion said you'd eventually come down here," the goth girl stated coolly, despite her cohorts' feared expressions. Meanwhile, she cradled the pong ball in her hand as if this encounter were an everyday occurrence.
"Who the hell is Dontallion?" Sam asked, careful to sound in control against the emotions building within him. He still managed to keep the other two roadies in his line of vision.
Tossing the ball playfully up and catching it again, the corpse bride responded, "Tall, pale dude? Sweeney Todd with a little bit of a Neo complex?"
Sam narrowed his eyes. He was growing increasingly impatient with this girl who probably wasn't a girl at all.
"Yeah, well," she continued, "he's my dark lord and master. Soooo, you best be on your way out of here," and taking special care to choose her next words wisely, she finished with, " Move along, Sammy."
Upon hearing Dean's nickname for him used so casually, something inside Sam snapped.
As the girl threw the ping pong ball up again, it immediately stopped mid-air. Cocking her head to the side in confusion, the girl watched as Sam gave a modicum of energy to this spherical object of his anger, forcing it to shoot wildly in a horizontal direction at lightning speed, directly through the opposite wall, and just barely missing one of her cohort's head by inches.
"Enough games. Where's my brother, bitch?"