"What the hell?" Bobby mutters as he looks around the living room area of the small cabin. Lou and Sam sit on the couch at opposite ends and Dean takes the chair. All three stare blankly off in space, none talking unless spoken to with a question they have to answer. They didn't even pick their own places to sit. They were guided there by Bobby and Lizzy one at a time.
"It's like they're zombified or something," Lizzy observes, seeing how they don't seem able to process independent thought even.
"Or hypnotized maybe?"
"Could be…. I have no idea…."
"But it ain't good," Bobby finishes for her.
"Not at all. And I think it ain't good for us to be here right now," Lizzy says to him as she takes Sammy out of his grandfather's arms. "I don't know what's about to happen here but… I feel like we should go. To be on the safe side."
"Sammy don't need to be here for this," Bobby agrees instantly. "Go pack up while I start reading more on the Furies. Hopefully The Three Stooges here all stay put."
"What about you?" Lizzy then worries.
"What about me?"
"Are you gonna be ok alone here?" Lizzy wonders. "What if they turn into something else and come after you… or the Fury shows up for them… or…."
"I'll be fine," Bobby brushes it off, knowing it could be really dangerous for him alone but would prefer it to putting Sammy in danger. "And even if I ain't I'd rather deal with it without the two of you getting in the way. Now git."
Lizzy looks over to Dean, her face wrinkled with second guessing, but Bobby stops her.
"You get outta here," he says to her. "He'll understand. Move."
She nods and runs off for the stairs, ready to pack and drive away from here as quickly as possible.
"Balls," Bobby mutters as he takes a seat at his desk again. He pulls out his large volume of obscure Greek gods and opens to the marked page. He had to have missed something. Clearly this thing messed with his kids but he doesn't remember reading anything about whacked out states of mind as a power. Maybe it's something unrecorded at all since most who encounter the Three Furies tend to not walk away from it. Dead people can't share their knowledge. But what if….
Bobby's head snaps up with wide eyes as the front cabin door is blown open with huge force. He stands up immediately as a beautiful woman walks in.
"Hello, children…. I'm home," she grins out, seeing her three under-the-influence subjects sitting in the room. She then looks to Bobby with glee. "Ooh… fresh meat."
She walks over to him with a lovely and confident saunter in her step.
"I ain't all that fresh," Bobby corrects her as he reaches for the canister of salt on his desk.
"Maybe not but I'm no ageist." She laughs to herself. "I can work with you easily."
"I'd rather you did," Bobby tells her, tying to buy time while thinking.
"But I have to. You do look like you've done some shit in your life after all," she rebuts, kinetically flinging furniture out of the way as she goes. With the flick of a finger one of the kitchen chairs scrapes across the floor until it hits the wall and cracks. "Busted a few heads." She sends his desk across the kitchen and it collides with the old refrigerator, making a leg break off. "And I'm sure you've been no saint. No hunter has."
Bobby pops the salt container. He whips the canister in his hand, showering the Fury with salt.
She pauses and waits as the granules rain down on her. She just stares at him with disappointment. "I'm a god, you dumbass," she tells him.
"Demi-god, actually," Bobby quips as he backs up, reaching behind him for a shotgun he placed there earlier. "Don't over sell yourself." As he catches movement by the staircase to the second floor he doesn't dare look on the chance that it's Lizzy. No tipping off the Fury.
Her eyes glow with swirling red. "Compared to the flawed, lowly human you are I'd say demi-god isn't so bad. You better watch your mouth."
Bobby grabs the shotgun behind him and quickly brings it around his front, aiming in a flash and firing a shell right into her chest, hoping to slow her down.
No dice. She barely flinches when she's hit. Instead she keeps marching right for him, her pace quicker now with her building anger.
Once in front of him she grabs him by the neck with both hands and presses him into the wall. She then stares him down hard, reading him. "My God, Robert Singer," she awes when she knows his guiltiest moments. "How do you function day to day with all that guilt? I've never seen anything like you."
She looks overwhelmed by him and Bobby can only try and fight back. He has his hands on hers, trying to pry them off but he can't. She's too strong.
"I almost feel bad doing this to you," she admits quietly before pulling him down to her and pressing her lips to his. Bobby stops fighting back and his body relaxes into the embrace.
Just as she's about to end the kiss, the Fury reaches out to the side with her free hand out of instinct and grabs the wooden implement that was just about to be stabbed right into her chest, effectively stopping it.
Lizzy knew something was deathly wrong the second she heard the crashing sound downstairs.
The Fury followed them. She must have followed them. She used them to lead her here, that had to be the plan.
"Fuck," Lizzy whispers and starts to move about the room as quietly as possible. She has to hide Sammy. She has to keep him safe somehow. She has to…
Hello, children… I'm home.
"Ok, sweetie," Lizzy whispers as she listens to the female voice speaking to Bobby. She places her son in his carrier and straps him in, his eyes looking about with the loud noises in the cabin. "You're gonna stay quiet for mommy, right?" she asks of him, picking up the carrier and opening the closet door. She grabs her phone from her back pocket and turns on the flashlight feature, placing it on the wooden floor next to the carrier so Sammy's not alone in the dark.
She needs to keep him quiet. Thinking quickly she grabs a freshly made bottle from his bag by the door. "Thank God I just pumped, huh?" she smiles at him despite her fears. Even at three months she won't ever let on about feeling fear or anxiety to him if she can help it. Brave face. "Here, baby. You down this and be super quiet. No crying."
She sets up the bottle and props it up with a balled up jacket of Dean's that has been hanging above Sammy's head. Once he's eating she kisses his little cheek.
"I love you, sweetie. Stay quiet."
She then closes the door of the closet while feeling like the world worst mother. She then lines the door with salt while praying. "Cass, I could really use you right now. If you're kicking around somewhere like I think you are then now would be a great fucking time for a reunion."
That pull in her chest that she used to feel when trying to reach the angel shows up, like he's listening out there somewhere, but it's so weak. She knows Castiel isn't coming. She once more reminds herself mentally of what Dean told her. He's dead. Cass is dead and she needs to accept it.
She kicks her boots off and heads for the stairs silently. If she wants Sammy to stay safe then momma bear will be the one to kill the god that invaded their space. How dare this bitch come into their home like this anyways? And put her son in danger?
Momma bear says she's going down.
Lizzy listens as she makes it to the first floor, the Fury with her back to her luckily. She watches as furniture gets sent flying, realizing how powerful this being is. She's strong, very strong, and her son is clearly in some very serious danger now, right along with Bobby.
The Fury makes her way closer and closer to Bobby and seems very concentrated on him so Lizzy sees her opening. If she knows Sam as well as she thinks she does then he would have more than one weapon ready. That Boy Scout is always prepared and he was prepared for three Furies. She spots his bag by the front door.
"And I'm sure you've been no saint," the fury keeps talking. "No hunter has."
Bobby sends a spray of salt into the air and it rains down on the Fury… to no effect. Lizzy heart plummets with this. Her son isn't safe at all.
"I'm a god, you dumbass."
"Demi-god, actually. Don't over sell yourself."
Lizzy knows that Bobby's running distraction for her. She better get moving, her feet taking her faster to the bag.
"Compared to the flawed, lowly human you are I'd say demi-god isn't so bad. You better watch your mouth."
She unzips the duffle quietly as can be, thinking her hunter training better all still be there. One year out of the game and she can still do the job more or less… though this is more than she was prepared for. She can still do it though. She thinks positively. She can do this.
And then the shotgun goes off. Her heart stops with the sound, her body flinching immediately before going statue still, glancing at the Fury with hopes that the blast would slow her down. Nope.
It's when the Fury grabs Bobby by the throat that she really starts to panic, forgoing care and caution for the need to make sure Bobby doesn't get the guilt trip of a lifetime and fall victim. She can't do this alone.
"My God, Robert Singer. How do you function day to day with all that guilt? I've never seen anything like you."
Her heart aches to hear that despite not having time to process this information at the moment. Hand in the bag, Lizzy feels that slight jump of hope in her chest when she was right. Sam has two more olive wood stakes fashioned from cooking utensils, just like she suggested. She tucks one inside the back of her jeans and covers it with her shirt before tightly gripping the other.
"I almost feel bad doing this to you."
Lizzy didn't get there in time. She watches the beautiful god press her lips to Bobby's, the man's body immediately reacting by slackening and falling under her pull.
No. Fucking. Way. She is not having her family taken from her. Lizzy marches right up to the Fury and pulls her arm back. She attacks, olive stake coursing through the air right towards the Fury's chest….
And it's stopped. When the Fury reaches out blindly and wraps her hand around the wooden spoon Lizzy freezes in fear.
The Fury ends her kiss with Bobby and looks right at him with a smile as she puts him down. She casually wipes the lipstick off his face with the thumb of her free hand as Lizzy takes a step back. "You must be Lizzy."
The Fury turns to look at her, checking her over once.
"No wonder Dean turned me down," she smirks. "Why go out to eat when you can get filet mignon at home, right?" She winks.
"Get out of my house," Lizzy says angrily, stepping back a bit more and swallowing hard. She hasn't been up against anything on her own in a very long time. This is scary, she hates to admit.
"This isn't your house. You don't have a house. You don't have a home. Really, there isn't a whole lot that you have."
"I… I killed her…" Bobby starts in on his ramblings already, the guilt hitting instantaneously.
"I'm warning you… get out. Now." She keeps her intimidating voice and does what she can to appear at least a little confident.
"You're warning me?"
Lizzy just keeps her hard-edged stare in response.
"You shouldn't talk to me with such disrespect," the Fury says to her, stepping forward a bit as she snaps the wooden spoon now in her hands in half. She tosses it aside with a smile. "I am a god after all."
"You're just another piece of shit that's threatening my family is what you are," Lizzy spits out with anger. "I don't have to respect a damn thing about you."
The Fury stares at her a moment, narrow eyes trained on the bold woman as she thinks. In a flash, she brings her arm through the air and backhands Lizzy across the face. Lizzy flies backwards a few feet with the blow and lands on her side on the cabin floor. As she cups her face and groans with utter pain she expects to hear Dean go off, yelling and attacking with pure anger, or Lou to go into a blind rage… but she gets nothing. The four other hunters have gone completely bye-bye. She's truly on her own.
"You will respect me," the Fury corrects her as she walks forward, kicking Lizzy in the ribs once she reaches her. "Or you'll die. One or the other."
"Uh," Lizzy grunts out with the fire in her side as she curls up. "I'd rather die."
"Easy enough," the Fury says to her, kicking her in the side again. This time Lizzy cries out when she can feel the snap in her ribs followed by the sharp, severe pain. Before she can wallow in that powerful level of anguish the Fury is picking her up by the neck and shoving her into a wall. Lizzy's head hits with force, dazing her for a second, but she rapidly returns her focus when she can hear muddled crying start up from the second floor.
The Fury grins with delight.
"You know what I find interesting," she says to Lizzy, her grip tight and cutting off her air slightly as they listen to the young cries. "The fact that you are still a hunter is interesting to me. That's a very irresponsible decision to make after having a child. I mean, what kind of mother are you?"
"The… fucking… best…" Lizzy struggles out and kicks her legs, catching the Fury in the side once. She flinches a little and her eyes burn red when the anger shows up.
"Hunters never learn, do they?" she fires out and uses her free arm to punch Lizzy square in the eye. She moans with pain again, her face scrunching with the agony of the sheer force the god has as her split skin high on her cheek begins to trickle blood. "You don't know where to draw the line. Maybe going after deities is a bad idea. Maybe you should have backed the fuck off!" She punches Lizzy again, this time in the mouth. "Hunters killed my sisters. My sisters!"
"We didn't do that," Lizzy struggles out, talking hurting far more than it should after the blow to the jaw.
"No, but it was your kind that did it," she explains, one more solid punch to her face for good measure. Lizzy actually whimpers aloud with the explosion of pain she feels. "It was your husband that came to town to kill me. He," she shouts, pointing at Dean in his seat just feet away. "Came for me! That was stupid! And do you want to know why that was stupid!?"
She pauses so Lizzy can hazard a guess but she doesn't. She's in too much pain.
"Because I know something that many powerful beings out there don't know just yet," the Fury warns, her voice calmer as she moves in close to Lizzy, speaking into her ear. "I know what you have upstairs in your closet."
Lizzy's eyes widen with fear.
"I know all about him," the Fury continues on, smiling at Lizzy evilly. "I know what he is. I know what he's going to be. I know what he's supposed to do. And I don't like it."
"He… has nothing… to do… with this," Lizzy struggles out, blood leaking out of the corner of her mouth, her face swelling already.
"Maybe not, no." Leaning closer, the Fury is just an inch from touching her lips to Lizzy's. "But I don't want the Second Coming happening to my planet. I'm sick of the Bible claiming this world as its own. I have every right to be here so… Mom, I think I'm going to get rid of that little problem before he in fact becomes one for me."
"You touch him… I'll kill you…" Lizzy doles her warning, her anguished voice choppy and difficult.
"No, you won't," she says cockily. "You'll be too busy killing yourself."
And with that the last remaining Fury presses her lips hard to Lizzy's.
When the Fury pulls her lips away from Lizzy's she has a bright, triumphant smile on her face. She lets her grip on the hunter's neck go and she drops into a heap on the floor. The pain alone makes it impossible to move so instead she curls up into herself and groans in anguish, her entire body nearly pummeled at this point.
Satisfied and knowing that soon enough Lizzy will be on her feet looking to complete her personal guilt-driven suicide, Elizabeth walks over to the rest of the room. One at a time she touches each of their faces, bringing them out of their hazy trance, no longer delaying their terrible and crushing guilt from being felt. Immediately the room is a cacophony of muttered shame and remorse. They all begin to lose it one at a time. Dean searches for his keys to leave and get to a new crossroads, Lou heads for her duffle to grab her silver knife, Sam plans on finding some lighter fluid to set himself ablaze much like his mother and Jessica, and Bobby starts to wander about, unsure of which suicide method is more deserving over the others after all he's done in his life.
"Wonderful," Elizabeth cheers to herself as she walks nonchalantly to the staircase, ready to go get the little savior in the closet. This could not have worked out better.
Foot on the first step, the Fury can taste the victory… until it comes to a crashing halt. "Gah!" she gasps with total surprise. Reaching behind herself she can feel the scoop end of a large, wooden kitchen spoon sticking out of her back.
"I told you…" Lizzy wheezes with pain and injury, leaning her weight into the wall as her legs shake with exhaustion. "Don't… fucking touch… my son."
The Fury convulses violently. Her body spasms and twitches, falling to the ground. A red light glows in her chest, getting brighter and brighter by the second until it blows outward with a loud bang.