Party On, Garth Part 2
A Japanese man in a restaurant uniform was reading the writing on the Saki box. Sam, Dean, and Angela were holding coffees.
"Anata ga marou mono…Wa anata ka ra mo morau." The man read. "Is says, 'what you took will be taken from you' Like, eye for an eye. You with me?"
Sam and Angela nodded.
"Kono bin niwa syoujou zuke no sake ga hu-in sarete iru." The man continued. "Where'd you guys get this anyway?"
"Why?" Angela frowned. "Is—is there, uh, something the matter?"
"Well, you're not superstitious, are you?" the man asked, handing the box to Angela.
"Not at all," Dean replied.
"No, no." Sam agreed.
"Because…this says the bottle inside contains a Shojo." The man said.
Dean frowned. "What's a…Shojo?"
"An alcohol spirit." The man replied. "Look, it's just an old myth. I wouldn't worry about it. But they are not known for being friendly."
Someone from inside the restaurant shouted in Japanese and the man shouted back in return.
"I got to go," the man said.
"Oh. Uh, hey, uh…there you go." Dean handed the man some money. "Thank you."
"Thank you," the man replied.
"Yeah." Dean nodded.
"Take care." The man replied before walking away.
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Dean, Sam, and Angela walked into the motel room. Garth was performing some sort of martial art exercises in the courtyard to the rear of the room.
"Garth," Angela called out. "Where's Baxter?"
Garth came into the room and pointed. "Dude's a lot heavier than he looks, FYI."
Randy was in the hot tub with a pillowcase over his head.
"But here," Garth indicated Dean's EMF reader. "Thought you might want this back."
"You have the CEO of the douchiest microbrew in the US gagged in your hot tub?" Dean asked. "You really think that's gonna end well?"
"I'm not feeling the love," Garth replied.
"Alright. Shojo," Sam interjected. "Uh, let's see what we can see," he added as he sat down to use the laptop.
"What's a Shojo?" Garth asked.
"Japanese booze monster," Dean replied.
"I guess that would explain why you got to be drunk to see it," Garth replied. "Very poetic." He added as he looked over Sam's shoulder. "Ooh. Creepy."
"Okay," Sam started. "So, a Shojo is said to roam where there's lots of alcohol. There's lore saying that, back in the old day, if you were plastered enough, you could see one skulking around the breweries in Japan."
Dean was refilling his flask with whiskey. "Yeah, but why is this one shredding brewers' kids?"
"Apparently, you can harness the will of a Shojo with the right spell box," Sam explained. "Then you basically have an attack dog that you can sic on whatever sort of personal revenge mission you want."
"So, Dale nabs one to punish his pals," Angela sighed.
"Send the bottle, sooner or later it's popped open." Sam nodded. "Then you have a Shojo that will do whatever Dale compelled it to do right here on the box."
"Wait," Garth frowned. "Except it's not killing the people that screwed him over."
"Well, Dale's widow said that the company was his baby," Angela shrugged. "So, if he really wanted his friends to feel what he felt…"
"He would take theirs." Dean finished. "Well, their kids. Jim's, anyways."
"And Baxter was the godfather," Sam added.
"Alright, skip to how do we gank it," Dean replied.
"Good news," Sam noted. "It is killable."
"But…" Dean trailed off.
"But only with a Samurai sword consecrated with a Shinto blessing." Sam sighed.
"Well…that's not a silver lining," Dean muttered. "Alright, the Shojo already cleaned house, right? I mean, Marie's the last target standing, so…I'll hit the pawn shops and, uh, look for the sword, and you and Angie babysit Marie."
Garth dropped and caught the EMF reader, which started to make noise. "Yikes. Sorry."
Dean snatched the EMF reader from Garth. "Don't worry about it," he replied as he turned it off.
"Unless I've got nothing to be sorry for," Garth muttered.
"Garth," Dean warned.
"What's he talking about?" Angela asked.
Garth sighed. "I'm concerned that Bobby might be haunting you. I-I brought it up to Dean, and he shot me down."
"Garth!" Dean snapped. "Leave it alone."
"It's okay," Sam said suddenly.
Dean shook his head. "No, it's far from okay."
"I've already tried contacting Bobby," Sam admitted, earning surprised looks from both Dean and Angela. "When that beer disappeared, I pulled out a talking board."
"Without me and Angie?" Dean frowned.
"You know, I figured, why drag you guys in…when it's something I could just put to bed myself." Sam shrugged.
"And?" Angela asked.
"And if he was there, I'd have told you guys," Sam replied.
Randy started to groan as he woke up.
"Talk about this later," Dean sighed. "You and Angie follow Marie. Let me borrow your keys."
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Dean took a sword out of its scabbard and put it down on a wooden box. The Japanese man was reading from a piece of paper.
"It says it's best to do this in a running spring."
"Uh, yeah. I, uh…" Dean took a bottle of spring water out of his jacket. "I got it. Okay. We good?"
"I'll do my best."
"Alright," Dean picked up the sword and prepared to pour water on it.
The Japanese man muttered something and looked at Dean. "Go."
"Oh," Dean nodded. He poured water over the sword.
"Hito no ten irori korekara seitoun yakuwari wo hatasu kono ken wo tataer." The man chanted.
Dean continued pouring water onto the sword.
"That's it." The man said.
"Oh," Dean replied. He stopped pouring. "Alright, uh, thanks." He handed the man some money. "There."
"Thank you." The man nodded.
"Yeah," Dean replied. His phone rang as he put the sword back into its scabbard. "Hey, Garth," he answered.
"Dean," Garth's voice rang through. "Baxter's got a secret love child! The Shojo might come for him first!"
"Whoa, slow down!" Dean exclaimed.
"I'm trying to save lives here!" Garth argued.
"Are you drunk?" Dean frowned.
"Dammit," Garth muttered.
"Garth?" Dean asked. "You dropped the phone, didn't you? Hello? Garth!"
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Garth whispered. "I'm here."
Dean sighed. "Where the hell are you?"
"I'm in the brewery."
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Sam and Angela were at the bar drinking whiskey. Behind them, Marie was at a table. Sam signaled the bartender for two more drinks.
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Dean frowned. "Garth?"
"Dean," Garth whispered. "It's here."
Dean quickly hung up and got into Garth's vehicle.
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Sam's phone rang. "Yeah," he answered.
"Hey, are either of you good to drive?" Dean's voice rang through.
Sam frowned at his drink and glanced at Angela's. "Uh…"
"Well, get a ride," Dean replied. "It's at the brewery."
Sam's frown deepened. "What?"
"There's another kid," Dean replied. "Don't think—move."
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Sam and Angela quickly left the bar. A valet was helping a couple into a taxi.
"Wait! Wait, wait, wait!" Angela exclaimed. "Hey, hey, hey! Stop! Hold on, National Security!" Angela flashed her badge. "Please!"
The woman who was about to get into the taxi stepped back.
"Thank you, ma'am," Angela said sincerely. "Sorry. Thanks, guys."
Angela and Sam quickly got into the taxi.
"Okay," Sam sighed. "Brewery. Step on it!"
"What?" the driver asked.
"The brewery! Hurry!" Sam exclaimed. "Hurry. Hurry, hurry. Please?"
"Yeah, but I like to drive safe, you know." The driver countered.
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Sam and Angela ran into the brewery, startle by Randy's son almost running into them.
"Whoa, whoa, easy!" Angela exclaimed.
"We got to get out of here!" Randy's son exclaimed, pushing past the hunters. "It's here!"
"Where's Garth?" Sam asked as they followed the boy.
"Who?!"
"Garth!" Angela exclaimed.
"I-I—there was a guy—he got knocked out!" the boy replied.
"Oh. Oh, okay," Sam sighed. His eyes widened when he saw the Shojo approaching. "Stay behind us. Stay behind us."
"Okay, okay," the boy nodded. He frowned. "What, you guys…you guys can see it?"
"Yeah," Angela nodded. "We're—we're skunked. Just, uh…" she looked at an open door nearby. "Fire exit. On three."
"Okay," the boy nodded.
"Alright?" Angela breathed. The door slammed shut. "Crap. So much for that." She muttered.
The Shojo appeared right in front of Sam and Angela, throwing them into the wall hard enough to crack it. The two hunters fell to the ground, unconscious. Dean appeared and put a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Aah!" the boy exclaimed.
"Get back!" Dean yelled.
Dean pushed the boy behind him and slashed with the sword. The Shojo hit him and he fell to the ground. The sword skidded along the floor. Dean sat up and looked at Sam and Angela, who were still unconscious. Dean then looked for the sword, which slid back along the floor towards him. Sam and Angela woke up groggily as Dean got to his feet.
"Where is it?!" Dean yelled.
"Uh, s-s-swing right!" Sam exclaimed.
Dean slashed to his left with the sword.
"My right," Sam clarified.
Dean slashed again as the Shojo ducked.
"3 o'clock, Dean!" Angela exclaimed as Dean slashed again. "6 o'clock!"
The boy ducked as Dean swung the sword. He plunged the sword into the Shojo and took his hand from the hilt of the sword. The Shojo materialized, screamed, and fell backward as it disappeared. Dean picked up the sword.
"You okay?" Dean asked the boy.
"I'm alive. Yeah." He nodded.
"Sam, Angie?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam nodded, giving Dean a thumbs-up.
"Where's Garth?" Dean asked.
"Well, he's—he's over this way," the boy pointed.
Dean sighed. "Would you go get him?"
"Alright,"
Sam got up and helped Angela up. They followed Randy's son. Dean looked at the sword, and then in the direction from which it moved towards him.
"This moved," Dean muttered. "Bobby? Are you here? Come on, do something."
Sam and Angela were watching from behind a corner.
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Garth was walking to his vehicle carrying a bag. "You sure you guys don't want to hang out? Grab some brunch, maybe some brews?"
"Tempting, but, uh, we better roll," Dean replied.
"Alright, well…" Garth hugged Dean tightly.
"Oh. Yeah." Dean nodded, raising his eyebrows at Sam.
"Call me anytime," Garth smiled.
"Alright," Dean nodded.
"Bye, Angie," Garth smiled, hugging her just as tightly.
"Bye, hon," Angela hugged him back. "Stay safe out there."
Garth nodded and pulled away. He turned to Sam. "And you, Sam."
Garth and Sam shook hands.
"Yeah," Sam smiled.
Garth paused for a moment. "Aw, come here." He grinned before hugging Sam.
"Uh, yeah. Thanks, Garth," Sam smiled slightly.
Garth pulled away and nodded at Dean's car. "Nice ride," he said before getting into his own vehicle.
Sam wrapped an arm around Angela's waist. "You're right, babe. He has grown on me."
Garth drove away, loud music playing from his speakers. Dean rose a hand in farewell.
Sam looked at Dean after Garth drove off. "Alright, um…So, let's talk about it."
"About what?" Dean frowned. "Oh. The, uh, talking board?"
"No, not that," Sam sighed. "Look, Angie and I heard you."
Dean's brows furrowed. "Heard me what?"
"What happened in the brewery, Dean?" Angela asked.
"Nothing," Dean replied. "It was, uh—it was just my imagination."
Dean turned to go inside the motel room, Sam and Angela on his heels.
"Dean, look, we know something happened," Sam sighed.
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"We just want you to be straight with us," Sam continued as they walked into the motel room.
"It's nothing," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Clearly," Sam scoffed.
"Well, then, what? Is Bobby here, or not?" Dean asked.
"You know what I think, Dean?" Angela sighed. "I think that regular people, they see ones they lost everywhere too."
"Yeah, freakin' ghosts!" Dean exclaimed.
"Or they just miss 'em a lot," Sam shrugged. "I mean, they see a face in a crowd, we see a book falling off the table. Same thing, Dean. I did the talking board, I ran plenty of EMF. When that beer went poof—I went a little nuts."
Dean scoffed. "Yeah, why didn't you tell me or Angie?"
"Like I said, little nuts at the time," Sam replied.
"Alright, well, if it wasn't Bobby, then what Jedi'd that sword into my hand?" Dean raised his brows.
"The Shojo slammed the door from across the room." Sam countered. "Maybe it was trying to grab the sword, too."
Dean cleared his throat. "Right. Right, I mean if it was Bobby, he would let us know. I mean, who knows more about being a ghost than Bobby? Instant Swayze, right?"
"Exactly," Angela replied.
"Okay." Dean nodded. "Okay, you—so your theory is that we're practically regular people about something for once. Alright," Dean sighed as they picked up their bags. "Well, you want to grab some brunch and some brews?"
"Ugh," Sam groaned. "No. Angie and I are so hung over. Let's just hit the road."
"Alright," Dean shrugged, opening the door.
The three hunters left the room. Unbeknownst to them, Bobby was in the room, staring after them.
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Sam, Dean, and Angela got into the car.
"Hang on," Dean frowned.
Dean got out of the car and walked back into the motel room.
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Dean looked around the room. Bobby was looking back at him.
"There you are," Dean breathed.
Bobby smiled slightly. Dean walked towards him and picked up the flask. Bobby's smile fell.
"I'm right here, you idjit!"
Dean paused on his way out the door, but then closed the door behind him. Dean got back in the car and they drove away.
A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Every time I watch an episode of Supernatural, I always wonder where Angie is tbh. Also, if you haven't already, be sure to check out Snapshots! Thank you for the recent reviews. Love you guys xoxo
~Emily