Ten

"Ultimately I wish you had told me this sooner," LeSalle said to Dean as the group followed LeSalle down the stairs leading to his secret room. Which everyone was still questioning how it was even possible? "But then again I'd be as clueless as I was now."

"We should've told you yes," Dean sighed. "But this was Sammy and my fight up until now. Now this Eve bitch is here and she's wreaking havoc on your little city and I'd like to know how exactly you think you're going to stop her."

"First of all I may not have gone to college," Deacon said. "But I know how the water table works around here. How is this possible?"

"Fairy dust," LeSalle replied as he turned the lights on to reveal all of his witchcraft supplies and occult books and junk lying around. He felt more vulnerable than he ever had before. He could see Drew and Delilah's eyes on the back of his neck as he went over to walls of weapons nearby and starting scanning them. "It's an enchantment room or else it wouldn't exist. My father had one and now I do."

"I always knew there was something weird about ya and ya family." Deacon replied.

"Lemme guess," LeSalle grabbed a rather sharp looking knife and pocketed it. "Ya daddy told ya lies about my family. It was a nice night, warm even. And even warmer because the flames rose so damn high on my roof that it took the whole house down. My family went with it. Don't think I don't know and don't think I'm helping you because we're suddenly friends in the same dangerous situation."

LeSalle thrust the knife at Deacon and Deacon stumbled a bit, seeing the bitterness in the man's eyes as he walked back over to get more weapons.

"Save your apologies for a man who cares," LeSalle grabbed a larger knife and handed it to Dean. "Because I sure ain't him."

Deacon swallowed hard and sort of slunk back. Delilah and Drew stayed quiet, but were clearly in shock of his reaction. LeSalle was typically docile and his words were rarely so harsh, even to a man he had a long running feud with. LeSalle turned to face his group of friends and family which were clearly waiting for an explanation to his behavior and what he'd just revealed to them, but there was time to explain later or as they went.

"Clearly this bitch messed with the wrong man," LeSalle explained. "She may have gotten Deacon's little gal pals, but Eve whoever the hell she is won't get to us. I say we take her head on. With all of our combined strength we may just be able to throw her off and take her down."

"Are you insane," Drew exclaimed. "I hate to question you Sallie, but this time I am! She'll skin us alive before we even get near her!"

"She took down Hus and Tyler because they were mere men," LeSalle said. "She ain't met anything like me yet."

Drew's look was exactly what LeSalle had been worried about if he revealed his secret to his family. Drew was staring at him like he was some sort of animal behind bars in a zoo. LeSalle was sort of hurt that the man he loved so dearly was looking at him in such a way, but he couldn't worry about that when there was so much more at stake, like the fate of the entirety of New Orleans, Louisiana. Delilah was giving a similar look. Dean was too, but his was weathered like he'd seen it before. Deacon looked confused and terrified all the same. Sam looked at LeSalle as if he'd been where the southern hunter was and it was comforting in a strange sort of way. LeSalle motioned for them all to follow him up the stairs with their respective weapons and outside to the awaiting cars.

Dean and Sam made their way over towards the Impala with Drew, who'd chosen to go with them, something else which slightly upset LeSalle, but he didn't vocalize it. Delilah and Deacon went with LeSalle in his Fastback and he started it up with haste, motioning for Dean to follow him down the road towards the city. Dean started up the Impala and took off after the vintage Mustang in front of him.

"What is he," Drew murmured, half asking a question and half trying to contemplate it. "And why didn't he tell us?"

"He was probably scared," Sam replied and Drew jumped a little, not realizing Sam had been listening. "When there's something you want to tell someone, but you can't it eats away on you, but sometimes people have their reasons for keeping secrets."

Dean wondered if Sam was speaking from experience, but he didn't speak up. Instead he kept his eyes focused on the winding dirt road ahead of him as he followed LeSalle into the heart of the city.

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The city was overrun by ghostly figures and LeSalle could barely comprehend where to start as he and his passengers exited his now parked car. Dean parked right behind him and his passengers joined behind LeSalle and Delilah. The woman of the group gave her oldest friend a look of determination even though she still had a number of questions to ask him. LeSalle nodded and at his command everyone drew the weapons he'd given them. As hunters they were all confused as to why they didn't have a single element of iron in or on them.

"Just trust me," LeSalle drew his blade as well and looked in the direction of the ghosts, before whistling and getting them to look over. "Come and get us!"

Both the ghosts and the hunters charged at one another on an eerily deserted street.

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