Sera trudged into the motel room first, setting her camera on the table and her bag on the floor. "I really liked this shirt, this blood is never going to come out." She groaned. Sam walked in behind her. Dean and Cas were off burning the body and cleaning up the mess they had made, then probably going out for drinks, they had some time to themselves. Sera pulled off her jacket and dropped it on the floor as Sam clicked the door closed. She pulled her shirt out of her jeans and started unbuttoning it, trying very hard not to get blood on her hands.
Sam grabbed a beer from the fridge. "Man, taking out a demon hasn't been that messy in a long time."
"Yeah, well, I'm guessing since it was rogue enough to go against Crowley's orders it had a lot of juice. I still can't believe the knife didn't work."
"That was nuts. I just kept cutting and stabbing and he kept bleeding but just…wouldn't die."
"I know, Sam, I was there. Who the hell was that?"
"Do we need to call Crowley?"
"Not now, I don't think I could deal with him right now." She pulled her shirt off, which was a chore because it was stuck to her. There were splotchy patches of red illiquid on her abdomen. She turned and walked towards the trash, tossing her shirt into it. She started to turn back around but stopped half way when she saw Sam. He was staring at her. His eyes drifted down to all of the blood.
Her eyes widened. "Oh, God, Sam, I'm sorry, I should have thought…"
He shook his head, "No, it's fine. I'm fine, really." He set the bottle down and walked forward. "It doesn't bother me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I mean, I have an overwhelming urge to lick you clean, but I don't think that has anything to do with the fact that it's demon blood." He said as he stepped toward her, putting his fingers in the loops of her jeans and pulling her to him. "You can wash it off in a bit; I just like seeing you looking all badass." She gave a sly smile and then he leaned down and started to kiss her.
Suddenly there was a shift in the air. Sera pulled away and looked over, and sure enough Crowley was standing there. "Oh, don't stop on my account," He said, absent-mindedly checking his fingernails. Sam turned and stood in front of her, "That's cute, trying to cover your angel's shame. She's already committing blasphemy, I don't think what she is or isn't wearing matters much."
"What do you want, Crowley?" Sera asked.
"Just to say thank you for taking out my lieutenant. He was a pain in the ass if I've ever seen one, undermined me every chance he got. If I had been able to track him down, I would have killed him myself, but he was a slippery one."
"Uh, okay, you're welcome. Anything else?"
"Just letting you know that our deal still stands. Wouldn't want you thinking I let him loose on you on purpose."
"Never crossed our minds." Sam said. "Not after that whole speech you made about keeping deals you make. We assumed you had no idea."
"Well, you obviously think higher of me than I do of you, I'm flattered."
"Don't be."
Crowley chuckled then disappeared again. Sam turned toward Sera, who let out an exasperated sigh. "He's an annoying little bastard, isn't he?"
"Yeah, he is."
She took his hands off her. "I'm going to go take a shower." She lifted her eyes, "Alone. I actually need to get clean." Sera got up on her toes and then just pecked him on the cheek. "I won't be long." She walked off towards the bathroom and he waited until the last possible second to let her hand go.
Sam went and grabbed his beer and then started to walk towards the beds, stopping when he reached the trash can. He saw the shirt in it, soaked in Demon blood. He was tempted, he had to admit, had been most of the night. There had been so much of it just flowing out onto the floor this night. He gritted his teeth and turned away, going to sit on the bed and flipping on the TV.
By the time Dean and Cas came home, Sam and Sera were asleep. They were under the covers but Dean could see she was in her nightgown. Sam's back was to the door and exposed, and there were deep scratch marks down it. The entire room smelled like sex and blood and Sera's strawberry shampoo.
Castiel looked at Dean. "Are you alright?"
"Not entirely, but I'm dealing."
Castiel stopped and put his fingers to his temples like he had a sudden, terrible headache. "Cas, what's wrong?"
He dropped his hands and straightened. "I have to go."
"What? Where?"
"I can't tell you. I'll be back in the morning. Just…get some rest." With that, he vanished. Dean looked at the place he had just been for several seconds before going to crash on his bed. He probably wouldn't be able to sleep, but lying there with his eyes closed was better than looking at them all night.
The next morning he was woken up by the door slamming shut. Sera was walking in with breakfast, wearing one of Sam's shirts and one of her pairs of jeans. Sam shot up as well, and Dean saw the scratches on his back again. They both got out of their beds and sat at the table. "Morning," they said to Sera.
"Morning," she replied.
"Have you seen Cas?" Dean asked.
"No, why?"
"Well…he ran off last night, said he'd be back this morning but he's not here."
"I'm sure he's fine."
"Yeah…"
They sat down and ate, and then suddenly Sera stopped and swallowed hard. She looked like she was going to be sick. "Sera?" Sam said, obviously concerned. "Yeah…I'm fine…just feel a bit…"
She shot up out of her chair and ran for the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. They watched her go, then looked at each other. "What the hell was that about?"
"I don't know," said Sam, getting out of his chair and standing just outside the door. He knocked, "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, just before he heard her making retching noises. He tried to turn the doorknob, but it was locked.
There was a shift in the air, and Sam turned toward it. Castiel had appeared. "Do you know what this is about?" Sam asked, pointing toward the door.
"What?" Suddenly all of them could hear her, it was disturbing enough to make Dean put down his food and nearly gagged. "That. Sera's in there throwing up. She's an angel, she doesn't get food poisoning or the stomach flu or whatever so what's wrong?"
"I assure you I don't know." He said, but his eyes were pretty shifty.
"But you do suspect something," Dean said, getting up and stepping towards him. "I know that look."
"It's quite possible she could get sick, Dean. She's closer to human than any other angel I've ever met."
"But it's very unlikely this is just some normal stomach bug." Sam said. He heard running water and then the door popped open. Sera was wiping her mouth. Sam rushed her. "Are you okay?"
"Please, just don't," She said. "I'm fine, really."
"You don't look fine, and you sound like you're still trying to hold down your food." Dean said bluntly.
"Geez, Dean, you really know how to make a girl feel pretty."
"Sorry, but I just can't buy that you're randomly sick. You're an angel."
"I can get food poisoning or something. Maybe they gave me blackberry jam or something…"
"That could make you sick?"
"Maybe. I usually avoid them." She went over to her seat, picking up her sausage biscuit and lifting one of the halves to sniff. "Yeah, see, I thought this was grape…must have grabbed the wrong one." She tossed it. "I'll be fine, I'm sure, I think I got it all out of my system." She looked at Cas. "Where've you been off to?"
"I can't say."
"Oh, alright. That sucks but, whatever." She looked around at them all and then picked up her to-go cup full of orange juice and sipped on it. They were all looking at her. "What?"
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Guys, I'm fine. Really. I don't even feel nauseous anymore."
None of them looked like they believed her. She sighed. "Where are we heading next?"
"Some girls have been found mutilated in Oregon. They say it's an animal attack but from the few pictures I could find the bite marks look more human. Could be something."
"Alright, let's pack up then." She finished off her drink then tossed the cup in the trash. When she was sure they weren't looking, she put her hand to her stomach, trying to calm it. She really hoped she didn't get sick again in the car.