Previously: Sam finds a blogger on-line who possesses something that Damian needs to complete his evil plans. Now the trio must fly to Massachusetts to meet up with the mysterious person. Also, Sunny and Dean let loose on each other but don't get far.
Chapter 5 Part 2
"Lessons We'll Never Learn"
Sunny sat down next to the window of the plane, Dean slumped beside her. He and Sam had never flown anywhere before and he was a tad anxious. He wouldn't let her know it though. "Uhh, so...how long is this gonna take?" he asked, slightly sweating. "Just a few hours. Since we're already in the middle of the country, it won't take as long." she replied. She looked at him and frowned a little. "Are you alright?" she asked, noticing how fidgety he was. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. I'm good, I'm...good."
Dean looked behind him at Sam, who sat directly behind Sunny. "Are you okay, Sammy?" he called. Sam smiled, amusingly, at his brother. "Yeah." he nodded. "Oh, good. Great. We're all doing fine." he chuckled, nervously. "Just fine." being nervous made him chatty. Sunny chuckled. "O-kay."
At that moment a stewardess touched Dean on the shoulder, startling him. "I'm sorry, sir! I was just going to ask if you'd like anything to drink?" she asked, sweetly. "You got any whiskey?" he asked, alertly. "I'm sorry, we don't serve any kind of liquor on this flight." she said, shaking her head. "May I get you some of our best champagne instead?" she offered. He shrugged in disapproval. "I guess. Can I have the whole bottle?" "Oh, I'm afraid we can only serve it in glass cups." she seethed. Dean sighed in exasperation. "Fine. Bring three glasses of it...What do you guys want?" he asked Sam and Sunny.
As soon as they got off the plane, Dean calmed down and was himself again. "Now I know I'm a driver." he muttered. They exited the airport and called a taxi. "Where does this guy live anyway?" Sunny asked, bright sunlight made her eyes squint. "Boston." Sam replied, taking a piece of crumpled paper out of his jacket pocket. He had the blogger's address written on it. "How far is it from here?" Dean asked, impatiently. Sam gave him an annoyed looked. "I don't know, Dean, I've never been in Massachusetts, duh!" he tapped his head.
"It'll take a little over an hour." Sunny answered. "So, you've been here before?" Sam asked. "Mhm. Of course it was when my dad was alive. I actually have distant family here...they don't like me too much anymore." she chuckled, nervously. "That's why they moved so far away." "Now, why don't they like you?" Dean asked, seriously. She sighed and shrugged. "Let's just say...hunting isn't one of their favorite things." "So they disowned you because you're a hunter?" Sam asked, eyes squinting in disbelief.
Sunny gave a half smile and nodded with her eyes closed. "That's just awful." Dean muttered, genuinely sympathetic. "It gets better. My cousin is a hunter but she keeps it secret from her mom and siblings. They don't know shit about it." she laughed. "We were best friends. We would sneak out and hunt while her mom thought we were at a slumber party or a school dance or something." she reminisced, sighing. "Until...she found out?" Sam guessed. "Yeah. My younger cousin followed us one night and ratted us out." she confirmed. "The next morning, aunt K threw me out of her house and then moved here shortly after." Sam and Dean shook their heads at the thought.
"They're what's left of your blood and they want nothing to do with you." Sam said, sadly. "I'm sorry, dude." Sunny shrugged and shoved her hands in her front pockets. "Nah, it's okay. I never really liked my aunt and other cousins. I just feel really bad for Shaco." she sighed. "Maybe we'll look her up after we meet the blogger-guy." Dean suggested. "Hell, she could even join us and help with killing Damian." he added. Sunny smiled and Sam agreed as the taxi pulled up in front of them. "This taxi isn't going to take us all the way to Boston..." he started, pointing at the yellow vehicle. "Of course it is, with the money I'm paying him." she insisted and hopped in. The men followed her inside and went on their way to Boston.
Once they entered Boston and arrived at the blogger's house, the hunter's began feeling somewhat nervous about meeting them and finding out just how much they know. The blogger was adamant about keeping their identity secret, giving only pieces of information about the item in their possession that Damian desperately needed. It made the hunters wary and question the mysterious web-geek's intentions with them. Why were they so quick to help these hunters they had just met online and by accident at that. Fortunately, they were able to find a shop that sold pocket knives and iron tools, just in case it was, indeed, a trap.
They exited the taxi, after paying him, and stood outside the house the blogger resided in. It wasn't creepy or questionable looking at all, which kind of made it more...questionable! It had three floors, with neatly trimmed shrubs at both sides. It looked more like an apartment building, made of red brick. An air conditioner whirred loudly in the bottom window on the right side of the open front door.
The hunters glanced at each other and started up the concrete stairs, where Sam lightly tapped on the thin, screen door. After a moment of waiting, he knocked again, louder this time but still no one came. He glanced at Sunny who just shrugged while pouting her lip. Dean sighed and made his way between his brother and Sunny to open the flimsy door and walk in. "Dean!" Sam seethed in a loud hush but the older brother ignored it and stepped inside. Sam gave Sunny a worried look then followed Dean inside and Sunny hurried behind him.
Before calling to him again, Sam stopped in his tracks, making Sunny bump into him. When she looked up, she found out why he had stopped so abruptly and why Dean had his hands up and crossed behind his head. A man and woman, both around the age of 25, each had a shotgun aimed at the brothers. "Who are you?" the female demanded. "We're hunters. We met someone called HarleyB75 online and he gave me this address so we can meet." Sam explained, hands raised. "I hope you're not too disappointed that I'm not a thirteen year old boy." she retorted, keeping her gun aimed and her eyes narrow.
"What?" Sam squinted in confusion. "Are you Sam?" she asked Dean. "I'm Sam." the tall hunter waved one of his raised hands. "We came to talk about the thing Damian is looking for, remember?" The man glanced at the female, cautiously. "Why do you need to know about it?" she demanded. "Because he's free to roam the earth and he's planning to enslave us all." Sunny stepped out from behind Sam and in front of Dean, so the guns were being aimed at her. "Whatever it is you have that he wants, we have to make sure he never gets it. We need help figuring out how to kill him and make sure he stays killed." she added.
The two gun-wielders glanced at each other. After nodding their approval at one another, they lowered their weapons. "Fine. We'll believe you...after you drink this." the man ordered, taking out a flask from his jean pocket and tossing it to Sunny. "Holy water?" she assumed, swinging the flask back and forth with her fingers. The man nodded and motioned for her to take a sip. She unscrewed the cap and took a swig, swallowed and stuck out her tongue. She, then, handed it to Dean, then he handed it to Sam. All drank it without a problem and it was enough to convince the two strangers.
"Good." the girl muttered. She invited the trio into the livingroom and offered them a seat. She was near Sunny's height but was thicker. Her hair fell long down to her elbows in ebony locks. Her eyes were clear blue and her face was a creamy porcelain. "My name is Harley. This is my brother Derek. We're hunters too." Harley said. "Y-you're Harley?" Sam asked, in a surprisingly high voice. She scoffed while smiling. "Is that a problem, Sammy?" "N-no, oh, no! I just didn't...I'm sorry." he stammered, blushing. He didn't know if it was because of embarrassment or because he found himself attracted to her. Or both. "Let's just see this ritualistic item, shall we?" Sunny rushed. Harley shot a glare at her. "What's the rush? Shouldn't we get to know each other a little? Maybe build some trust?" she said carefully.
Sunny met her glare and smirked. "Alright." She leaned forward while sitting and rested her elbows on her knees. "My name is Sunny, I'm a hunter, non-smoker, I love snakes and my native tongue is sarcasm." she listed, sarcastically but truthfully.
Harley smiled and sat back with her hands behind her head while crossing her leg over the other. "Hmm, I like you already." Derek nodded toward Dean. "What's your name?" he asked. "Dean." the cocky hunter said, tilting his head. Derek looked a lot like his sister. The trio assumed they were twins. His black hair, grew long over her face so he'd tuck the front behind his ears. His face was also pale but instead of blue eyes, he had bright green. "So about this Damian guy..." Harley began. "How much do you know about him?"
The trio glanced at each other, then looked back at the other two. "Nothing useful." Sam answered. "That's why we're here. We were under the impression you knew something juicy about him." Dean countered. Harley nodded. "You assumed right." she simply said, then stood up and motioned with her hand for them to stand and follow her.
They followed her upstairs, Derek trailed behind them, and into a bedroom. Hers they assumed. She stepped behind a glass display case that was veiled with a thick red blanket. The others stood in a line, next to each other, in front of it as she began to slip the blanket off the box. As it dropped to the floor, a series of 'Whoa's breezed from the trio's mouths for what they saw in that display was not only beautiful but deadly.
A silver sword held perched up on a stand, gleamed and sparkled under the bedroom light. Its handle was encrusted with multi-colored jewels and stones, its blade: platinum perfection and sharp enough to slice through bone like melted butter. It stood about four feet, excluding the handle, and left Sunny literally drooling. She stepped closer to the glass box and lightly graze her fingers against it, mouth open and eyes wide in amazement. "Where did you get this?" she whispered, shock had constricted her voice.
Harley smiled proudly at it and looked over her shoulder at her brother, who smiled back. "Found it in Egypt during a hunt. Completely by accident. It was just sticking out of a rock inside a cave." Harley shrugged. "We didn't think it'd be that easy to pull it out. Y'know, the sword in the stone kinda stuff? It was though, she just slid it out and now, it's here." Derek finished.
"How do you know Damian needs this...that he's looking for it?" Sam asked. "We brought the sword to...a friend. He's an ex-hunter, very old. He found out all the details about its origin and what it was made for. It's actually pretty interesting..." Harley explained. "Do tell." Sunny practically begged. She'd never seen anything so beautiful...no, GORGEOUS in her life. She knew she loved blades and anything sharp and pointy, it was her trademark, but this just took the cake...It freaken WAS the cake! Harley loved the look on Sunny's face, loved having the advantage over her. For some reason, she felt she had to compete whenever another woman hunter was around.
Sunny looked up at Harley through the glass. "Where did it come from?" Harley sat on her bed, Derek sat next to her. "This sword was crafted by Angels and designed by the Devil. Before he had been cast out." Harley began. "It was created to open the gates of Heaven and Hell but only if absolutely need be. To this day, no one knows why." she said. "It was meant to stay in Heaven and be heavily guarded by the Archangels but somehow it fell from Heaven and was lost." Derek continued. "Legend has it, no Angel is able to move it while walking the earth. There's no solid reason why though. Only God himself is able to lift the blade and He obviously hasn't tried looking for it...if the legend is true, anyway." Harley shrugged.
"What about demons? Can they move it?" Dean asked. "We're actually not certain. One myth says no...another says only Lucifer can. In my opinion, if a demon is strong-willed enough, he most certainly can." Harley whispered, scarily. Sunny rolled her eyes. "This isn't a goddamn joke, there are billions of lives at stake here!" she cried. "Do you feel like being an eternal slave to the Devil and his kid?" Harley stood up, baring her fists. "I assure you, I will not let that happen. Why do you think I invited your clueless asses here?" she snapped back.
She had a point. Sunny backed down and returned her gaze to the blade. "Do you know anything about the summoning?" Sam asked, trying to keep civility between the girls. "All we know is: whoever pulled the demon out, has to be the one to send his ass back, preferably before he opens the vortex." Harley said, crossing her arms. "How?" Dean asked. "By stabbing Luci Jr. with this pretty baby." she answered, tapping the the top of the glass box. "Ohh, fucken sweet!" Sunny smiled, happily.
"I'm sorry to hear you all want me dead so badly." the demon in question's voice creeped from behind them. The visiting hunters spun around to face the frowning demon. "So, this is where my relic disappeared to. You know, I went all the way to Egypt lookin' for that thing." he chuckled, pointing at the weapon. "Imagine my surprise when I reached the ancient cave and found it missing...stolen...gone." he stepped closer, making the trio back up as close to the sword as possible.
Harley and Derek immediately pointed their shotguns at him. "What the...you're Damian?" she asked in surprised. Damian slipped a devious smile and out stretched his arms. "The one and only, sweetheart." Harley narrowed her eyes and went to pull the trigger. "You won't be needing those." he said waving his hand, causing their weapons to jam. "Hey!" she cried in protest. "Now, now- I'd love to stay and chit-chat but I've got very important things to do...tell you what, we'll talk as much as you want when you're my slaves. That sound good?" he offered, smiling.
Dean glared at the laughing, now white-eyed monster and he nodded at Sam to grab the blade before Damian could. Sam turned to smash open the box but was pulled away and thrown across the room. Dean and Sunny were pushed against the wall behind them while the left over two were pushed backwards into the opposite wall. Neither of them could move and were forced to watch as the power hungry demon smashed the glass and obtained the relic.
Damian lifted the blade and directed an evil smirk at Sunny, who squinted her eyes in anger at him. "What? Did you really think you could keep this from me?" he laughed at the thought. Sam climbed over Harley's bed and went to tackle Damian but the demon stopped him as he jumped. The young hunter's eyes widened in bewilderment as he found himself floating in mid-air. Damian chuckled again. "I guess you did." he shook his head and turned to leave. "Don't get too attached, douche-bomb." Sunny growled. "I will be taking that back." she promised, her eyes fixated on his as he turned to reply.
"Oh, goodness, what ever will I do?" he sneered, his lip curled up in skepticism. "Somehow, I highly doubt that. Welp, I'll see you real soon. Like I said, busy, busy, busy!" he winked and walked out of the bedroom. Sam came crashing down onto the floor, landing on his elbows and knees while Derek and Harley rushed out of the room to catch up with the already vanished demon.
Sunny turned and faced the wall then banged her forehead against it in frustration. "Damn it...FUCK!" she stomped. Sam climbed back up to his feet and looked at Dean apologetically. Dean just shook his head in response letting him know it wasn't his fault. "How the hell did he find it so fast?" he asked, not expecting anyone to actually answer. "The blade contains a shitload amount of power. He must've tracked it here from it's place of origin." Derek said, stepping back inside the room. "He's gone- He-he just disa-fucking-ppeared!" Harley cried, her eyes wide in shock.
"Yeah, he's got a habit of doing that...and jamming our weapons, flinging them away- Oh, and pinning us to walls...that's his specialty." Dean muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "That mid-air matrix thing he did to Sam was new, though." he pointed out. "So what now?" Derek asked, looking back and forth at everyone. "We find out where he's going next and crash his little party. That's what." Sunny said, stepping beside Dean. "How?" Sam asked. Everyone looked at Sunny, making her uncomfortable. "I don't freaken know...and I don't care. There's gotta be someone who knows where this ritual has to take place." she huffed.
"We may know that someone..." Derek started but stopped when Harley hissed at him to shut up. "What, no! Who is it?" Dean dismissed Harley and addressed Derek, face to face. He looked at his sister and shrugged making her roll her eyes. "He's the same guy who told us the story about the sword." she sighed. "So what's the problem? Why were you so against us knowing about him?" Sam asked with his brows burrowed. "I'm not, it's just...he's really old and very sick. We only go to him for help if it's life or death." she shrugged. Sunny looked at her like she was the stupidest person on the planet.
"Are you freaking stupid?" Sunny laughed in shock. "This is a life or death problem- or do you not consider it life or death because he may just keep us alive?" Harley huffed in anger but didn't say anything, instead she got out her cellphone and dialed a number. She left the room before whoever she was calling answered and returned almost immediately. "He said he'll meet us but it's got to be quick..." she said, picking up her weapon off the bed. "So let's go." The siblings exited the room leaving the trio to glance uncertainly at each other before following them out of the house.
A/N: Wow this chapter is long! I hope it wasn't too boring. I had to get some info on Damian and the relic he needed in there so there wasn't that much action. The apocalypse is nearing, will the trio and their new 'friends' get what they need from this mysterious ex-hunter? Find out in the next chapter! =]