What was it, seven steps? Five? She leaned into it and ran, and as Simon readied himself for impact Gen jumped at him, bringing her elbow to his temple in a chilling crack. He caught himself, hands on knees, and she punched him down further, kicked him, kicked him as he rolled. She pulled him up, and he landed a punch to her gut. She shuffled back with it and straightened to breathe in, smiling in surprise, laughing "Ugh, aha! You're just a man!" Simon pushed himself tall, glaring through his eyebrows, while she got ready to learn how he fought. She let him attack, deflecting his efforts, neatly punching him about the torso and jabbing his softness. Neither of them gave any ground, Gen simply beating him up while Simon tried to get started.

Introductions now done, she began slapping him across the head, open-handed, and boxed him about the ears between knocking his arms out of the way. It was a pathetic sight. He started shuffling backwards, twitching from the smacks, as she muttered "You fuckin hit my man and punched me in the menses you son of a bitch you can kiss my goddamn-" but she cut it short with four pummelling punches to the gut and a shredding right across the cheek. He buckled down and she kneed him over so that he rolled onto his side.

Simon puffed into the ground, dropping short moans of surprise, and thumped an irate fist against the concrete. Gen leaned to yell over him, her voice quickly growing hoarse, "You fucking beat him while he's held back?! GET UP!"

Dean's jaw hung slack. It was the best thing he'd seen on four legs. He caught Sam's eyes and they shared a moment of anticipation, daring to bet on their winner.

Simon was riled but heavy with new weakness and slow to respond. It took him a moment to realise that this is what sweating felt like. He hunched, jaw jutted, spit stringing, and tunnelled in to beat her. But he had no idea how much she'd held herself back to keep him in the fight. The fool got inside arm's reach, not realising that this was the last verse, and received a hit every other second for the next half minute. Sam and Dean watched in thirsty awe at her focus and flow, the smack and spite, her dominance, how she led and stole all his momentum. Hecate was more than entertained, and pleased with her chosen justice.

Simon kept up the struggle in spirit – he sure could take it – but his pride was no match for Gen's rage. She was bloodied, split in the eyebrow and lip, and a little tenderised but too angry to give a shit. She nearly bounced from the adrenaline.

So far, she'd been boxing him around the ring, and now she began to disable him, aiming for glands and pounding joints, hitting to break things. Everyone could see him losing speed. He would get caught in her snatching grips more often, and after his right elbow and knee had been bent soft, he finally backed up enough to get a break. He tried to buy a breather with some pissy banter. "S'pose I should know better than to hit a girl on her period," he mumbled around loose, shining lips. His whole body warped to one side with a limp arm tucked into his waist, his lean swaying under heaving breaths.

Gen was having none of it. She swung a fat right towards his ear and as he ducked to miss it she grabbed his head with her left and brought it down on her knee, then threw him to the ground before dropping her knees onto his back. "It's not the period, dipshit, it's the hunter." She punched him deep in the waist before reaching over for the demon blade. She resettled her weight over him as he struggled to escape but pinned his good arm back and under a knee, then leaned on his neck before looking at Hecate. "Any requests, Goddess?"

"Please yourself, Genevieve. It will please me."

Fair enough. "Simon, you boring underling," Gen got his attention. "A decade of hunting 'n you're not even in my top twenty hardest fights. Nowhere near it. I've fought drunkards trickier than you." She licked a bloodied lip. "You're a piece of shit and you won't be remembered." Gen paused for a moment, watched him blink at the insult and then killed him.

Standing above the body, knife in hand, everyone's eyes were on her – spattered and marked with blood, v-shaped sweat marks on her white t-shirt, wisps of hair fallen from her loosened bun, her strong frame still tense.

Gen turned in anticipation of James' fear. It was certainly rewarding. He now braced himself between the minions, all status dissolved. Her eyes glistened as she panted lightly, imagining the last minutes of these demons and eating up James' growing panic.

Sam couldn't see the demons at all and instead checked to see Hecate's expression. She smiled at Gen's victory and he was proud at her satisfaction. He wanted to tell her about all the other great things he'd seen Gen do.

Dean just looked up at Gen and breathed. The sight of her puffed, brutal and conquering was electrifying. Of the women before him that night, for many nights, this was the one his chest tightened for; this was the one he wanted standing over him, bound or free. His heart still raced while he swallowed, trying to calm and save idolising her for later.

Gen noticed Sam fall forward and looked to see if Dean was also released. As he stood, Hecate said "I have no need to stay. It's only just become worth my while." Gen nodded her gratitude. "I suspect you three will win your fight. You seem hungry for it Dean."

"Only sorry I didn't get my fair share of that asshole."

"James is just as deserving. I'm sure you'll do him justice." Hecate vanished and it was just the six of them now in the yellow light. Gen stared at James, bloodthirsty for his dread, but still thought to say "Sam, you feel like fighting?"

"Hell yeah," he removed his jacket. "I'll take this tall piece of crap here. I owe him a few." Gen gave him the blade.

"Dibs on James," Dean called. The demons were fast shimmying out of their slackened restraints, but the hunters were willing to let them come away from the wall first.

"Fine. I'm happy to take the shortshit on the end now that I'm warmed up," Gen said and made her way towards the dregs. As they rounded in on each other, Gen heard James breathing through his teeth. She dared to smile as they began.

AN: 20 points to you if you pick which song the title's referring. The original line is "Watch him as he goes".