End of September 2008, Carthage, Missouri, United States
Sam and Dean
It'd seemed like more time had passed since the Rising of the Witnesses occurred, for both Sam and Dean, than what had actually passed.
Not two days later did Dean have the trench coat clad angel telling him, "You have to stop it", after he woke up in the middle of the night from a Hell-ish nightmare.
A poke to the forehead and he woke up in Lawrence, Kansas…freaking 1973. Learning his mom was a Hunter, from a long line of Hunters in fact. Got to meet a young baby faced John Winchester and his Hunter grandparents, the Campbell's. Got to see his grandparents possessed then killed by ole yellow-eyes himself.
And stared helplessly as he failed at keeping his mom from making the deal to let Azazel into Sam's nursery in exchange for bringing his Dad back.
Castiel brought him back to the present and told him destiny couldn't be changed. That what was meant to happen will find a way to happen. No matter the road you took.
Then informed him of his brother's…activities.
That was a revelation he didn't need, but he got two revelations instead of just the one that night.
His brother, Sam, was using his demon ESP shit to exorcise demons with his mind and cavorting around with that demon skank, Ruby.
Dean hadn't returned to the Willow Hotel till morning. He hadn't been able to look at his brother till he had time to cool down enough to get his things.
Apparently he wasn't as okay with dealing with Sam as he thought, when he ended up punching him in the face. Twice, and that son of a bitch let him.
Sam tried to defend his actions, point out how many people he was saving, but Dean shook his head and told him point blank, "If I didn't know you…I would want to hunt you. And so would other Hunters."
Sam told him that he was gone and he had to try and keep fighting on his own, and it works.
So Dean told him what Castiel had told him. That if Dean didn't stop him, then the angels would.
They would've probably got more into it if Travis hadn't called with a case coming up over in Carthage, Missouri.
Apparently something called a Rougarou was a thing. A guy born with something evil in him that would have to fight against it to keep from turning into a monster.
Sam tried pointing out that if they told Jack what was happening he could fight it. Keep him self from completely turning.
It'd be a day before Dean confronted Sam on the way to Jack Montgomery's about his conflicting emotions regarding the case.
You know, both being nice guys with something evil inside them. Something in their blood.
That tipped Sam over the edge and demanded Dean to pull over.
The impala barely reached a stop when Sam was already opening the door and ready to confront his brother over the crap he'd been putting Sam through the last couple days.
"You want to know why I've been lying to you, Dean? Because of crap like this," Sam told him as they walked to the front of the car.
"Like what?" Dean demanded, feeding off of Sam's own anger.
"The way you talk to me, the way you look at me like I'm a freak!" Sam yelled as he strode past him angrily.
"I do not," Dean denied, causing Sam to turn on a dime.
"You know, or even worse, like I'm an idiot!" he said pointing to him self. "Like I don't know the difference between right and wrong!" he threw his arms out, before turning around again and taking some steps away from his brother. He let out a sigh before looking back at him. "How come you've never looked at Maya like that, huh?"
Dean's face became stony, "Don't bring Goldy into this. This is about you. And whether you know the difference between right and wrong. 'Cause right now? I'm not too sure!" He shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
Sam scoffed, "I bet if she was right here, right now, you wouldn't even think of asking her that. She's half-Trickster, Dean. She's pretty much in the same boat as me and Jack, yet when she uses her abilities you're patting her on the back." Sam shook his head and said mockingly, "You know, nice girl, but has something evil inside her. Maybe in her blood."
"Shut up, Sam," Dean warned, his jaw clenching. "Leave her out of this."
"No, Dean. I won't," Sam stared back challengingly. "I need you to explain to me why Maya can get away with using her supernatural powers, but I—your own brother—can't."
"Because you weren't born with it," Dean told him flatly. "Maya's had her whole life to reign them in. She grew up with them, and her powers aren't anything demonic. Yeah, Tricksters kill people and I'll gank any other son of a bitch we come across but they still got a sense of morals, right? Only going after assholes and douchebags. Demons?" he scoffed. "They got no such thing as a moral compass. Nothing ever good comes from demons, Sam! You and I, both know this! Our entire family knew this!"
"Exactly, Dean!" Sam shouted back. "But I've got demon blood in me! This-this disease pumping through my veins, and I can't ever rip it out or scrub it clean! I'm a whole new level of freak!
And I'm just…trying to take this curse…and make something good out of it." Sam sighed, his anger going from a boil to a simmer. "Maya does. She's never taken her tricks too far and she still wants to use her abilities in hunting, to save people. Even though she knows that every Hunter out there who-who doesn't know her will want to hunt her. Just like you were ready to do when we first ran across her," Sam felt some satisfaction when Dean looked away, his jaw clenching at the reminder.
Anger spent Sam looked insecure, guilty, and slightly defeated, "I just…I have to try and do some good with it like she does. I have to." Sam looked down with a worried grimace.
Dean looked at Sam and saw the little brother that was always trying to help, to do the right thing. He believed that Sam had good intentions, but he hadn't been lying about the demon blood being bad news. The kind of bad news that left a bad taste in your mouth and rubbed you the wrong way like the coarsest sandpaper.
But still, this was Sam.
With a restless churning in his gut, Dean gave a sigh, "Let's just go talk to this guy." Sam scoffed at his impersonal reference to the pre-rougarou. "I mean Jack. Okay?"
Sam nodded and they both climbed back into the car to go confront the man of the hour, Jack Montgomery.
By the end of that night, Travis was completely devoured by Jack, the wife had fled, and Sam being unable to convince Jack to fight against his newfound instincts and hunger.
Both of them were unusually quiet on the ride back to the motel after burning Jack alive, extra crispy.
Dean had apologized for being so hard on Sam and tried to cajole Sam into explaining his psychic powers more so he could understand. Maybe be a little less terrified of them.
Oddly enough Sam didn't want to talk about it. Not that he could find a way to explain them to Dean in anyway to get him to understand.
"It's just something I gotta deal with," Sam sighed, looking out at the blackened nightscape.
"Not alone," Dean told him in response wanting his brother to know he didn't have to go it solo. The demonic psychic powers might scare the crap out of him, but like hell he was going to let his little brother go through this shit alone. Or let the God squad try and smite him.
Sam gave a heavy sigh, "Anyway it doesn't matter. These powers-it's playing with fire. I'm done with them. I'm done with everything." In other words, done with talking and working with the demon bitch, Ruby.
Dean looked at him from the side of his eyes a little surprised as he gauged his brother's seriousness, "Really?" Dean turned his eyes back on the darkened roadway when he saw the slight nod of Sam's head. "Well that's a relief," Dean let out a relieved sigh. He didn't like the path Sam was headed down or the angels threatening him. Dean wasn't sure what he'd have been able to do against angels if they made good on their promise.
Doesn't mean he wouldn't die again trying.
"Thank you."
Sam looked over at his brother then out ahead, "Don't thank me. I'm not doing it for you, or for the angels or for anybody. This is my choice."
"Amen to that," Dean nodded. After 10 minutes of silence and a stab of hunger pang, Dean looked over at his still serious-faced little brother.
"Well I don't know about you, but I could go for a burger right about now."
Sam scoffed as his face lost its tense edge and he looked at Dean with surprise, "Seriously? We just flambéed a rougarou alive, and you want some charred ground beef?"
"What can I say? I gotta feed the tank," Dean shrugged with a smirk.
Sam couldn't stop the small smile that tugged at his lips, "Says the man that was almost a man burger him self."
Dean scoffed and sent an unimpressed glare at his brother, "Whatever, bitch."
"Dean burger," Sam sniffed looking away so Dean didn't catch his amused smile. He couldn't stop the amused huff though that escaped his lips when Dean tried to reach over and smack him upside the head.
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October 26 2008, Gloversville, New York, United States
"Alright. Let's go over everything one more time," Gabriel turned to his daughter lounging in the couch, holding up a finger and looking at her expectantly.
Maya heaved an eye roll, "Really, Dad? You've been drilling my 'Home Alone' rules for a week now. I doubt I'm going to forget."
Gabriel remained still and raised an eyebrow at her, one finger still pointed up in the air.
"Fine," she grumbled. "No staying out after dark. I need to be in the house before sundown."
Gabriel nodded and flicked out a second finger, "Two?"
"I can't have Eli over without adult supervision or spend the night over at his house," another eye roll. "It's not like we're going to do anything."
"Don't care. Three?" Don't get Gabriel wrong. He liked the kid. Eli was a funny and quirky kid, but he was still a guy. A teenage boy. Papa bear instincts demanded he kept them separate when he's not around.
"Never go anywhere without Puck. He'll watch my back since I'm still grounded and my powers are still on lockdown," Maya huffed, crossing her arms. Puck yipped his affirmative and nosed at her arm. She gave the little dog a fond smile and started petting him and scratching behind his ears.
"Four?" fours fingers wriggled in her direction.
Maya's smile gave way to an epic pout, not saying anything.
"Four?" Gabriel stressed, with narrowed eyes.
Her bottom lip stuck out even more in the pout she was sending him, and mumbled incoherently.
"What was that?" Gabriel exaggeratedly brought a hand to his ear feigning to try and hear her better. "Didn't catch that."
Maya bitch-faced him, "No pulling pranks, tricks, and don't cause any kind of trouble."
Yeah, that last rule hadn't gone over very well. "You're still allowed to stick up for yourself and Eli. You just can't go looking for it…or cause it."
She pointedly looked away, focusing her attention on lavishing Puck with pets and attention. Not that the little dog was complaining if his happy dog grin with lolling tongue and wagging tail were anything to go by.
Gabriel sighed fondly at her as he walked over to the couch and stood beside her, crouching down till he was eye level with her. "Number five," he started.
She whipped her head around to look at him aghast, "Another one?!"
Gabriel chuckled and reached his hand behind her head and brought their foreheads together, "Number five, I love you and I just want to keep you safe." He kissed the side of her temple before releasing her and straightening up.
Tension left her shoulders as she looked up at him and sighed, "I love you too, Dad." She stood up, dislodging Puck from her lap to give her Dad a hug, "But I'm going to be fine. The house is warded out the whazoo and I've got Puck looking out for me. And, powers or not, I can still handle myself pretty well."
Gabriel sighed as he kept one arm wrapped around her shoulder and he rubbed his face with his free hand. "I know, I know. But it doesn't stop me from worrying. A couple of days is one thing, but more than a week?" he grimaced, scrunching his face in worry. There may or may not have been a pout hidden in there that spoke about how much he really didn't want to go to Odin's All Hallow's Eve shindig.
He wrapped his baby up once more in a hug, holding her tight. Gabriel was about to leave his baby girl alone. He wanted all the hugs.
Maya sighed and reciprocated the embrace; "If you're that worried I can always stay over at Bobby's for a week or so. I doubt he'd—"
Gabriel scrunched his nose in distaste and hummed, "Hmmm. Warded house? Or non-warded house with a bunch of supernatural artifacts that could kill you?"
Maya rolled her eyes and pushed away to look at him, "C'mon Dad. You say you're worried about me being alone with only Puck here, but when I offer up a solution…?"
Gabriel let out a slow sigh from his nose, "I know, I know. I'm still a little ticked that he didn't tell me himself what you'd been up to." He looked at her with a worried and loving gaze, "An-and you're my baby, Creamsicle. I'm always going to worry about you."
Maya smiled at him reassuringly, "Yeah, I guess." Her smile turned into a confident smirk, "But, I mean, c'mon. I've had two pretty awesome Dads raising me. I think I'll be able to keep my nose clean for a week or so."
Gabriel gave his daughter a frown that looked more like a pout as he masked the feeling of pride that swelled up inside him. His little Trickster was smart, funny, kind, compassionate, hopeful, and just so full of life. How could he not be proud of her? Though he could do without her stubborn streak…
"How dare you play on my ego," he mocked playfully. "And if I recall I did most of the raising. Not Bobert," he added in clarification.
Maya chuckled and patted the side of his face condescendingly, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Gabriel sent her an unimpressed glare and mentally took back the list of things he was proud of her for. She was a sassy sassy brat.
And dammit he was proud of that too!
He relented on the glare pretty quickly and rolled his eyes with a snort, "Fine. But between the two of us I'm obviously the Dad."
Maya gave him a mischievous grin, "I don't know. You're more of a mother hen than Bobby is." She laughed as her Dad sent her a 'seriously?'-face.
She was pretty confident that nothing bad was going to happen while he was gone.
"Whatever," Gabriel muttered under his breath. "Just shoot me a prayer if anything happens, okay?"
"Yeah," Maya smiled, trying to keep from laughing. "Okay."
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October 28 2008, Gloversville, New York, United States
Maya and Puck were headed over to the Pepperjack's to have diner and hangout with Eli for a bit. Marc and Lucas had been a little concerned about her staying home alone in an empty house for more than a week. So they planned to invite her over a few times while her father was away doing 'business'.
They were both walking by the park when someone shouted out her name. Maya and Puck looked around for the caller but didn't see anyone.
Another shout came near the wooded area further in the park.
"I don't know about you Puck, but I don't feel like getting murdered in the woods tonight. Do you?" she said casually looking down at the little dog.
The little dog huffed a nod and went to trot away, but when he didn't hear Maya following him he turned around to find her already half way through the park and headed straight into the woods.
Puck gave an alarmed bark and ran after her, dodging legs and playground equipment. When he caught up to her he circled her barking, trying to get her attention, but her clouded gaze never waivered from the wooded area.
He whined as he bit into her pant leg and tried to physically stop her, but it did little good. He knew of a way to stop her but there were still too many families around and certain kinds of news would travel fast, attracting Hunters.
So Puck decided on a different course of action and hoped his Mistress would forgive him. He released her pant leg as they breached the tree line and went to lunge at her ankle.
Hopefully a painful bite will wake her up out of this trance.
Before he could sink his teeth in, an invisible force grabbed him and flung him away into a tree. Puck gave a short whine as he forced himself to stand up and look around for what threw him.
His dark brown eyes landed on a smirking and familiar blonde bitch. A ring of light blue shone from his irises as he snarled monstrously at the other teen with his hackles raised. Puck felt his body begin to shift into something more powerful until thick tree roots sprung from the decaying earth to wrap around his body tightly.
Through all of this Maya didn't even turn to look at her distressed little companion, her face blank, and clouded gold eyes starring in Tracy's direction. Not focused on Tracy, but beyond her. Like she had no idea what was happening.
Puck could feel the energy inside him twist and turn, trying to change him, but every time the roots glowed with old symbols, the energy was siphoned off.
Tracy chuckled as she watched the little guard dog stop struggling and glared heatedly at her with loud growls and snarls.
"Well, well, well," Tracy hummed as she approached the tied up pooch, gently stroking his little head.
If there wasn't a root wrapped around his muzzle he'd have bitten her fingers off instead of giving a rather loud and impressive growl from his chest.
"Little doggy's all tied up. Unable to move, and unable to summon whatever power that Trickster gave you to guard his little half-breed," she smiled widely as Puck's eyes widened a little in surprise. "Oh yeah. I know exactly what she is. And I'll need her help for a little ritual I'm planning. You know, something to throw off any Hunters that come sniffing around and help me complete it. And," she stood up and walked back over to the still half-Trickster, "as much as I'd love to keep her like this it'd be a bit obvious that she's not exactly her self at the moment."
Tracy pulled out a hex bag from her pocket and opened it, breaking the spell Maya was under.
Maya shook her head as her consciousness returned to find her self under fall coloured trees and the sound of Puck snarling. She whipped her head around to find Tracy smirking at her as she removed and replaced ingredients in a hex bag, and her dog tied up with his eyes alight with a blue ring in his irises.
"What the hell did you-?!" Maya snarled and made to attack the smirking blonde, but found her self thrown by an invisible force and pinned to a tree unable to move. "You bitch!"
"Aww come on Maya. Don't be like that," Tracy purred as she tied the hex bag up again.
"I can be anyway I damn well like! You demon whore!" she snarled, as she struggled against the force that held her to the tree. "How the hell did you hide—"
"Hide from Daddy Trickster?" Tracy chuckled as she sauntered up to Maya, pressing her body against her. "I've been around a looooong time. I know a few tricks of my own," Maya scowled in disgust as she turned her face away from Tracy's that was too close. Tracy grabbed her jaw tightly, forcing Maya to look into her cold blue eyes while she whispered, "And you're going to help me with my latest one to paint this town…blood red."
Puck whined and growled, struggling in his binds as he watched the witch close in on Maya. He gets a damn power boost and he was still not enough to protect his Mistress!
"And why would I want to do that?" Maya growled lowly as her heart hammered in her chest and her ears burned. She didn't like where this was going, and simultaneously hated how her body was reacting.
Stupid hormones!
Tracy smirked and held up the hex bag for Maya to see, "Because what I want, is what you're going to want too."
Maya's gold eyes widened as she cursed, "Shit!" She began to think of a prayer to her Dad, but the moment Tracy placed the bag in her back jean pocket as she activated it, her mind became muddled and…open.
What was she supposed to be doing?
Tracy leaned up and began to whisper in her ear as the force that pinned her to the tree released her.
With a final whisper, and placing another hex bag in Maya's hand, Tracy backed away from the dazed half-Trickster as she shook her head in confusion.
Puck whined anxiously, but Maya didn't seem to hear him.
Maya stumbled out of the wooded area into the park and began frantically calling Puck's name. Her voice becoming more and more distressed, and distant as she looked further and further away.
Tracy smiled toothily as she turned back to the pathetic creature she had bound. "Don't worry little puppy," she cooed, earning a defiant snarl from the canine. "I won't kill you. Yet. I want to see if there's a way to control you like the little baby Trickster out there.
"I bet if I find the right spell I could send you on quite the bloody rampage. Or at least maul any Hunters that come sniffing around," she chuckled to her self with a satisfied grin.
"We're going to have so much fun over the next few days," with a wave of her hand the roots broke off from the earth but kept themselves chained around Puck's little struggling body.
"I guarantee it."
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October 30 2008, Gloversville, New York, United States
Moonlight Motel
Sam and Dean
Sam and Dean had arrived in Gloversville, New York to investigate the strange death of one, Luke Wallace. The man had died by eating candy that had razor blades in them.
Note the plural on blades.
Instead of stopping after the first one he seemed to have eaten and swallowed multiple razor blades that led to his death. A suspicious death like this was right up the Winchesters' alley.
While talking to the grieving widow who had found her husband Dean had found a hex bag stuffed behind the refrigerator. They returned to the motel where Sam began researching the contents of the hex bag and Dean went out to dig up something on Luke Wallace, looking for any potential enemies practicing the wicked art of bitchcraft.
Sam looked up from his computer and books when the motel door opened and Dean walked through eating a piece of candy while divesting himself of his jacket. "Really?" Sam chuckled in disbelief. "After that guy choked down all those razor blades?"
Dean just shrugged, "It's Halloween, man."
"Yeah," Sam rolled his eyes as Dean sat on the couch's armrest. "For us, everyday is Halloween.
"Don't be a downer," Dean chewed around the candy in his mouth. "Anything interesting?" he nodded at Sam's research strewn about on the coffee table.
"Well, we're on a witch hunt, that's for sure," Sam sighed as he looked over the hex bag contents. "But this isn't your typical hex bag."
"Mm. No?"
Sam picked up the herb, "Gold thread—a herb that's been extinct for 200 years." He put the dried plant down and picked up the coin, "And this is Celtic, and I don't mean some new age knock-off."
Dean, being curious, picked up the third item in the disassembled hex bag and started turning it around. He even sniffed it.
Sam didn't notice as he kept talking, "Looks like the real deal—like 600-years-old real. And, uh." He put the coin down as he looked for the last item and saw Dean holding it. "That is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby."
Dean made a disgusted face as he dropped the blackened bone on the table, "Oh gross."
"Relax man," Sam told Dean as he picked up the bone him self. "It's, like, a 100 years old."
"Oh, right, like that makes it better?" he discretely wiped his hand on his pant leg. "Witches, man. They're so freaking skeevy," he shuddered as he moved to sit in the armchair.
"Yeah, well, it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together," Sam placed the bone back on the table. "More juice than we've ever dealt with before, that's for sure. What about you—find anything on the victim?"
Dean gave a small shake of his head. "Luke Wallace—he was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy," he grinned sarcastically.
Sam huffed at his lame joke.
"I can't find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead," Dean admitted trying to think of something he missed. "Kind a wish Goldy was here, y'know?" he sighed with a reminiscent smile. "Her and that damn rat of her's could probably sniff out this bitch in no time."
Sam let out a groan as he stretched his back from his hunched position, "Mmm-maybe. But this isn't some newly inaugurated suburban housewife." His back gave a satisfying crack before he pulled his laptop into his lap to keep working. "I miss her too, Dean. But she's safer where ever she is with her Dad," Sam sighed as he hit the nail on the head of his brother's feelings.
Dean scratched his neck with a sigh, "Yeah, I know."
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Pothead Jason's House
Evening
It was honestly a G-rated snooze fest at this guy Jason's Halloween party in the basement. Maya was invited last minute by Jason and, for whatever reason, felt compelled to accept. Maybe the sting of Puck running away would lessen from the distraction. But she said she had to be allowed to bring her friend Eli.
Jason in all his gelled spike haired glory scrunched his face, and then gave Maya a once over.
Whatever pleasantness Maya had plastered on her face fell at the why Jason wanted her to come over made itself clear. He just wanted to invite her because he thought she was pretty looking.
A scathing comment was on the tip of her tongue, but it quickly got lost in the fog that seeped into her mind.
What was she mad about again?
Jason gave her the okay and she gave a grateful smile in return. Before he left he reminded her that it was a costume party.
Eli and her had shown up, dressed to the nines in their Marvel themed costumes. Eli had dressed up like Ironman and Maya?
She came as Deadpool, but instead of two fake katana on her back she had strapped the sheathed machete Sam and Dean had given her.
Maya had her Dad snap up the costume for her for when she handed out candy on Halloween. It was either Deadpool or Spiderman and her Dad didn't want to deal with the worry over whatever trouble she might get into with real web shooters.
Because, y'know, realism matters in a costume.
The basement was well lit with rock music playing in the background and decorated with tacky Halloween decorations. There were snacks and cake, and Halloween kids' games. Including a plastic tub filled with water and floating apples.
Maybe younger kids would be having a blast, but not so much teenagers.
It then went from G-rated ass-fest to a potentially T-rated cluster-fuck when Tracy and Jenny showed up, as a sexy cheerleader and sexy nurse respectively.
Did this Jason kid really want a catfight to break out in his basement?
Maya pondered that thought and realized, that yes, yes he probably did.
She nudged Eli and nodded over towards Tracy and her follower, "Let's get out of here. I don't feel like getting bitch-slapped tonight. Or, y'know, having the cops called in for a murder."
Eli tilted his Ironman mask up and rolled his be speckled eyes at her, "C'mon Maya. Relax. I doubt she even knows you were inv—"
"Well, well," came the haughty voice behind them. "Look what the black cat dragged in."
Maya lifted her own mask up to show Eli her exasperation before turning to face Tracy with a condescending laugh, "Ha ha. I get it. Black cat, 'cause it's Halloween. That's really clever. How long did it take you to come up with? A week? A year? Have you been saving it since last Halloween?"
"Ha. That's funny coming from the bumpkin who couldn't place higher than grade 10 math," Tracy drawled as she walked away with Jenny on her heels before Maya could make a comeback.
"Bitch," Maya muttered with a pout before turning to look at Eli. "I get enough of her at school. I'm going to head home before it gets too dark. You want to bail too?"
Eli scrunched up his face in thought and shook his head, "Nah. I th-think I might want to st-stick around a little longer."
Maya gave a deep sigh through her nose, "All right, but if any of these dicks mess with you, let me know. Okay?" She gave her friend a mischievous grin, "Halloween's always been one of the best times to get some pranking done. Just under April Fools."
Eli laughed light-heartedly and gave Maya a nod with a warm smile filled with joy and happiness.
He was happy to have a friend like her watching his back.
Though he was a bit puzzled when Maya smiled back at him and it didn't reach her eyes like it normally did. Her eyes seemed a little unfocused and the veins in her eyes a little too red and prominent.
Maya waived off his concern as she slid her Deadpool mask back on, telling him she'd see him when she saw him.
Spell/hex bag
Maya's will
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Every step further from the pothead's house, a pressure in Maya's mind increased. Her brain felt like it was beating against her skull with every throb of her heart. She knew something was terribly wrong.
Like when she left the Wallace's after being called in as an emergency babysitter.
Maya could feel the throbbing increase some more behind the bridge of her nose and her tear ducts.
She needed to go back. She needed to. But then why did she keep moving further and further away?
There's…there's something wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Maya gripped her head as a painful pulse rocked her brain.
What was wrong again? There was nothing wrong. There was! There was danger! Back at the pothead's house!
She didn't care. Maya did! Eli! Her friend! Her friend was there! He was in danger!
Maya stopped walking and partially turned to go back, but another painful headache wracked her brain and she stumbled.
She didn't want to go back. She wanted to be somewhere else. No! No! No! Her friend! Her friend needed her!
Maya felt her body pick itself up and keep walking further and further away towards the part of town with apartment complexes.
Where the hell was she going?! There was somewhere else she wanted to be. She wanted to go. She didn't want to turn back.
No! No! No! Eli! Eli needed her! He was in danger!
Maya rounded a street that looked vaguely familiar as another painful throb forced its way through her mind. She stumbled on her feet again but remained standing as she walked up the stairs of a cheap apartment complex.
How'd she get here? This was where she wanted to be. No! No! No!
She stood in front of a non-descript door and pulled out a key from her costume pocket, unlocking the door and walking inside the dark apartment. Maya locked the door behind her and strode towards the one bedroom like she'd been in that apartment a thousand times.
Maya sat down on the wooden chair in the corner and didn't move.
Even when she felt something wet seep down her cheeks and from her nose under the mask, creating that slick and wet sensation you get where you just need to wipe it away.
She wanted to go back to that party! She needed to save her friend!Maya wanted to stay put and wait.
Her mind reeled as she fought against the fog that tried to keep her complacent, to want to be somewhere she didn't want to be.
Maya's hand twitched. Her mind cried in pain.
She turned her head slightly and licked her lips tasting copper on her tongue. She wanted to stop moving, to stop fighting. What she wanted was to control her own damn mind and body!
Maya struggled to get herself standing as her mind pounded in pain, barely noticing the acrid smell of burning hair. She couldn't sit there while her friend, and whoever else, was in trouble! She could. She wanted to.
No! She really fucking didn't!
With a pained shout she jumped up from the chair and ripped the mask off her face to breathe easier. She wiped as the thick fluid that had accumulated and was unsurprised to see her black costume gloves glisten with a red hue.
Her eyes and nose dripped thick blood as she had fought against the fog that had muddled her mind for the last few days.
Maya wanted to break down and cry, but she needed to get back before it was too…she then saw the time on the bedroom's alarm clock.
She'd lost three hours.
Maya gritted her teeth as her mind ached and her heart raced as she made her way through the apartment to the front door. She didn't make it as she soon found herself airborne and slammed into a wall. The back of her head hitting the drywall, causing her brain to throb painfully, still tender from fighting off the strong compulsion spell she'd been under.
A figure she hadn't noticed in her hazed mind when she had entered the apartment rounded the corner of the tiny kitchen. "My sister really should take better care of her toys," the male voice tsk'd as he approached her.
Maya recognized the middle aged white man with grey-green eyes and shoulder length stringy mouse brown hair. It was one of the high school's visual arts teachers that tried acting cool by having everyone, students included; call him by his first name.
Don. Don Harding.
He smirked at her as he walked over and patted down her costume that didn't leave too much to the imagination. His hands lingered uncomfortably in certain places.
The front door opened revealing Tracy. Tracy scowled at her brother, "Dammit, Don! I told you she's mine! Paws off!"
Don rolled his eyes, but took his hands off the pinned Trickster and backed up in mock surrender. "Just looking for the hex bag you put on her. It's obviously failed if I caught her trying to leave," he sneered derisively at Tracy.
Tracy frowned as she closed the door and strode over to a pinned Maya whose gold eyes smoldered with hate and promises of vengeance. She reached into one of the pouches of her costume's belt and pulled out the bag.
The pungent smell of burnt hair wafted more noticeably as Tracy untied the hex bag, showing ancient ingredients, and the now mostly burned away tiny lock of dark brown curly hair.
"Well aren't we full of surprises," Tracy murmured as she removed the burnt hair and replaced it with a fresh one. "Guess you're a little stronger than you look. And here I thought you were more human. Nothing but a runt of a half-Trickster."
Maya's eyes narrowed as her heart pounded fearfully in her chest and she defaulted on a show of bravado, "Get dumbass over here to let me down and I'll show you how s—"
"Audi vocem meam parere," Tracy spoke, interrupting the trapped little Trickster and placed the renewed hex bag back on her person.
The fury fled from Maya's eyes, the golden orbs becoming blank and her bloody face relaxed as she waited. Don released her and she slumped to the floor.
Tracy turned her gaze to Don, "How's the mutt? Figure out why we can't control it?"
Don shook his head with a scowl, "No, I haven't. We shouldn't be playing around with this demi-godling and her mutant dog! We should be focusing on raising our Master! We've waited—"
"I know!" Tracy snapped with an irritated snarl. "I've had to spend the last 600 years listening to your bitching, so I'm not about to screw it up! You're more likely to than I am. I'm the one that taught your mediocre ass everything you know."
Don scoffed and left the apartment in an angry huff.
Tracy glared as the man slammed the door behind him. She turned back and looked down at the slumped and vacant eyed form of Maya.
Tracy smirked as she crouched down and stroked the side of her face whispering, "Do as you always do. React as you always react. As the sun sets tomorrow…you will want to visit our art teacher, Don Harding, at his house. For now? You just want to go home and forget your little detour here." She smiled as the vacantness partially left Maya's eyes as Tracy's commands weaved their way through her muddled subconscious once more.
"See you tomorrow," she placed a light kiss on Maya's unresponsive and blood coated lips. Tracy backed up as Maya picked her self up, put the discarded internally bloodied mask back on, and left the apartment.
Tracy smirked as she licked her lips, tasting the slightly sweet coppery taste of Maya's blood.
She belatedly thought of how it was kind of a shame that when her Master was summoned…
Maya would lose her beautiful gold coloured eyes.
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Moonlight Motel
Sam and Dean
Dean roughly opened their motel room door and tossed his suit jacket over one of the kitchenette/dining room chairs.
"Dean," Sam sighed as he followed his angry brother inside. "It could be—"
Dean rounded on Sam sharply with a pointed finger, "No! There is no way Goldy could be the one behind all this!"
Sam shut the door behind him, his face holding some resignation, "But it still could be. That Tracy girl told you how this Maya-chick-with-a-small-Jack-Russell-following-her-everywhere was not a big fan of her and Jenny. And she had left not long before the incident happened. It was dumb luck that that Eli kid didn't get stuck with the same fate as Jenny."
"But why use bitchcraft then, huh?!" Dean demanded as he loosened the annoying tie around his neck. "She can't stand the stuff!"
"People, and apparently demi-gods, can chan—" Sam answered but Dean didn't let him finish.
"And how do we know this is even our Maya? Could be just some other chick with the same name and type of dog," Dean added angrily as he rummaged through his duffel bag for some civilian clothes. He wanted out of this monkey suit.
Sam raised an eyebrow at that and gave him a really?-bitch face, "And is also known to pull pranks?"
Dean straightened up, clothes in his hands, and firmly told him, "She's not the one doing this. You and I both know that when she does her tricks on people it's all about reputation destruction, public humiliation, or getting them arrested. Not killing them."
Sam frowned as Dean entered the bathroom to get changed. He wanted to be like Dean in this moment, completely sure in his conviction that their honorary little sister wasn't the one behind all the death that was happening.
Even though Maya was half-human and tended to act like a more playful young teen than anything else…but she was still half-Trickster.
And six months was a long time. Enough time maybe to say screw it with human morals and go full Trickster. Sam didn't want to be right, and hopefully with more investigation he'll be proven wrong.
Sam tried to ignore the satisfaction and relief at the thought that maybe he wasn't the only one struggling with the temptation of their powers.
And the slight jealousy he felt when Dean didn't even entertain the idea that Maya was using her powers would lead her astray like this. That Dean had trust in her to keep on the straight and narrow.
As Dean walked out again Sam started talking again, "I don't want it to be her either, Dean."
Dean narrowed his eyes, clenching his eyes as he threw his FBI clothes on his bed and crossed his arms, waiting for Sam to continue.
"But we still need to do more research. We'll know for sure or not if it's a witch or…" Sam didn't finish, but the implication of Maya being the other option hung tensely in the air.
"Fine," Dean gave a reluctant sigh. "I'll do some background checking on the vics. And when I come up with nothing I'm shoving it in your face!"
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Couple hours later…
"Okay, I've got nothing," Dean announced as he finished looking through Luke Wallace's online file again and Jenny's. "Both these vics are squeaky-clean, aside from Jenny being part of a group of bullies. Looked like she was mostly a by-stander. No reason for wicked-bitch payback. Or Trickster justice," Dean said smugly looking over at Sam's bed where his brother was going through old books.
Sam sat up looking intently at the tome in his hand, "You're right."
"Damn straight I am!...About what again?"
Sam rolled his eyes, "About this not being about payback."
"Wow. Insightful," Dean sassed. "Takes Goldy off the chopping block though, right? None of this is her style."
"Definitely," Sam nodded with a relieved sigh. "But the witch that's doing this isn't doing this over a grudge. I think instead they're working a spell."
"That…doesn't sound good. Like at all."
"You think?" Sam scoffed. "Check this out, 'Three blood sacrifices over three days—the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest,'" Sam finished with a victorious chuckle as he handed the book over to Dean to look at. "Celtic calendar? The final day of the final harvest is October 31st."
"Halloween?" Dean asked as he placed the open book on the table in front of him and looked at the illustrations of things rising from their graves.
"Exactly."
"So what exactly are the, uh, blood sacrifices for?" Dean queried cautiously, just knowing he wasn't going to like the answer.
"Uh, if I'm right this witch is summoning a demon. And not just any demon," Sam twitched his head tensely. "Samhain."
"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Dean asked, not having any idea who Samhain was. He received the I'm-really-going-to-have-to-spell-it-out-for-you-aren't-I?-bitch face from Sam.
"Dean, Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween," Sam told him impatiently as he went into lecture-mode. "The Celts believed October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil between the living and the dead was thinnest."
Dean looked back at the book and turned the page to an illustration of a demonic visage with horns holding up a decapitated head as it stood with a broad sword on a pile of dead bodies and ghoulish figures.
"And it was Samhain's night. I mean, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved in pumpkins to worship him. He was exorcised centuries ago," Sam finished in his patent pending Professor Sam Winchester lecturing voice.
"So, even though Samhain took a trip downstairs the tradition stuck."
"Exactly. Only now, instead of demons and blood orgies, Halloween is all about kids, candies, costumes, and pranks. Tricksters like Loki may be about deadly justice seeking pranks, but they sure as hell don't do mass carnage like what raising Samhain would bring."
"Okay, so some witch wants to raise Samhain, and what? Take back the night?" Dean asked, his level of serious being misinterpreted by Sam.
"Dean, this is serious," cue another Sam patented bitch face.
"I am serious. It's pretty damn likely that Maya is in this town somewhere with some demon summoning witch on the loose. And I want to know why the hell Loki hasn't done anything about it!" Dean pointed out.
"Maybe because Loki doesn't know that the witch is here," Sam pondered thoughtfully. "I mean, this is some heavyweight witchcraft—"
"Bitchcraft," Dean corrected, but Sam kept going with a roll of his eyes.
"This ritual can only be performed every 600 years. It's possible that this witch is powerful enough to hide from Loki. But you're right. It's odd we haven't run into him yet," Sam looked at Dean worriedly. "Something's not right."
"Yeah. You're telling me," Dean said sarcastically. "And if the old Winchester luck holds true then I'm guessing that 600 year marker rolls around tomorrow night, doesn't it?" He rubbed his face wit his hand in stress.
"Yep."
"Naturally," Dean smiled cynically. Winchester luck, true to fucking form right there. "Think the witch knows about the resident Trickster and his kid?"
"There hasn't been any evidence of either Maya or her Dad at any of the crime scenes to suggest their involvement. Even the victims aren't fitting their MO's," Sam shook his head negatively. "And there hasn't been anything in the past year to suggest the Trickster brand poetic justice either. It looks like Loki's been trying to keep a low profile, so I doubt the witch has caught on to them yet."
"Low profile? That guy?" Dean chuckled mockingly with a shake of his head. "I'd love to figure out where that asshole is while all of this is going down in his own backyard."
"You and me both, but we've got bigger problems to worry about," Sam said grimly. "You see, once Samhain is raised, he does some raising of his own."
"Raising what, exactly?" Dean asked tightly as he looked at the illustrated death and carnage depicted in the book.
"Dark evil crap and lots of it. They follow him around like the friggin' pied piper, spreading mass chaos and carnage," Sam informed his brother.
"So we're talking ghosts?"
"Yeah."
"Zombies?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Leprechauns?"
"Dean," Sam deadpanned, giving his third (or was it fourth?) unimpressed bitch-face of the evening to his brother.
"Those little dudes are scary. Small hands," Dean brought up his free hand and scrunched it for emphasis.
"Look," Sam leaned forward over the table. "It just starts with ghosts and ghouls. This sucker keeps on going, by night's end we are talking about every awful thing we ever seen, everything we fight, all in one place."
"It's going to be a slaughterhouse," the elder brother stated grimly.
The brothers sat in tense foreboding silence as they contemplated what to do next.
Dean warred in his mind over what to do. On the one hand he needed to hunt down this witch and gank them before tomorrow night. On the other hand, his little sister might be in trouble with said witch running around.
"Fuck it," Dean growled as he dug into his jacket pocket for his flip phone.
"Dean," Sam asked cautiously as he watched his brother angrily open his phone. "What're you doing?"
"Calling that son of a bitch, Loki," he grunted as he pressed the dial button. "If he is around I want to know why the hell he hasn't done anything about this shit since it started. And maybe, if we're lucky, he'll flambé the witch himself. We both know how scary that mother can be when something's threatening Goldy."
"He could also charbroil our asses if he realizes we're anywhere near Maya as well," Sam pointed out, nervously shifting in his seat.
"But the ass also knows we see her like family, so we're not much of a—" Dean cut himself off as the dial tone ended but found him self going straight to an obnoxious voicemail.
'Pray for mercy from…Loki…The Trickster…so leave a message…if you dare…ow! Damn it! If I want to sound like Puss in Boots I—beep!'
"Damn it Loki! If you and Maya are holed up in Gloversville, New York you better have a damn good reason for not knowing a witch was in your own backyard working a ritual to raise a demon! Not just any one, but Samhain! Either help us stop it, or get Maya the hell out of here! Last blood sacrifice is tomorrow night and if me and Sam fail, I don't want her anywhere near the shit that this asshole is going to bring up topside with him!" Dean snapped his phone closed breathing a little heavily through his nose.
"I don't think if Loki was in town he'd have let this go as far as it has," Sam pointed as he watched his brother run a hand through his short dirt blonde hair. "He might not be here at all."
"Then that means if Goldy's really here then she's here alone, with a powerful psycho witch on the loose," Dean groaned as he worried about the little Trickster. "Because of course she would be. That's just awesome. Just freakin' awesome."
Friggin' Winchester luck!
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October 31st 2008, Gloversville, New York, United States
Dean
Late Morning
Dean had spent the last couple hours staking out the Wallace's house after talking with Mrs. Wallace again to see if she had thought of anyone who'd want Luke dead. Got another steaming pile of nothing, again.
He'd just finished the last of the Halloween candy stash, his stomach groaning in protest from the overload of candy and chocolates when the rock ringtone on his phone goes off. Dean digs the flip phone from his jacket and checked the caller ID before answering around that last piece of chocolate in his mouth, "Hey."
"How's it going?" Sam enquired from the other end.
"Awesome," Dean replied in his usual sarcastic tone. "Yeah, I talked to Mrs. Razorblade again. I've been sitting outside her house for hours, and I've got a big steamy pile of nothing."
Sam sighed at his whining, "Look, Dean, someone planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses. There's got to be some connection."
"Yeah, well, I hope we find something soon, 'cause I'm starting to cramp like a—" Dean looked over at the Wallace's to see someone he really didn't want to see walking up those steps.
Her hair was cropped shorter than he'd ever seen it, but he'd got a good look at the brunette teen's face. Familiar gold eyes that rested on top a bridge of light freckles across her nose, and dark brown curly hair that had just gotten curlier with the shorter length.
It was Maya.
And she was now placed at both houses.
"Son of a bitch," Dean cursed.
"Quite whining," Sam's voiced conveyed his eye roll very effectively.
"No, Sam, I mean 'son of a bitch,'" Dean watched as Mrs. Wallace greeted her with the baby and invited her inside. "I'll call you back."
"Dean! What's going—" Dean snapped the cellphone shut, ending the call abruptly as his mind raced.
There was no way Maya was a part of this. She couldn't be. He was still worried about Sam giving in and using his demon blood powers he didn't want to have to worry about Maya abusing hers now too.
And…Dean paused as he stepped out of the impala, realizing something important that he'd glossed over at his shock of seeing his honorary baby sister. That damn dog of hers wasn't with her, i.e. the mutt that was supposed to watch her back and keep her safe.
Puck wasn't with her.
Dean stowed the feeling of dread churning in his stomach as he walked across the street and up the Wallace's front steps and knocked on the door.
Mrs. Wallace answered, her smile falling as she saw who it was. She adjusted the strap of her purse over her shoulder as she closed the front door behind, obviously ready to leave.
"What do you want agent?" she asked unkindly.
"Sorry Mrs. Wallace, but my partner wanted to know of anyone else having access to the house outside your family," Dean looked over her shoulder at the front door. "Looked like I came at a good time. Who was that?"
"The babysitter," she answered in annoyance, her patience with Dean and possibly Sam running thin. "Her name's Maya. Moved in with her Dad over the summer and would give the neighborhood moms a break at the park. Her and her little dog."
"Does she babysit for you often?" Dean enquired. He could see Maya being good with kids given her fun loving nature, but babysitting an infant might be pushing it for the teen.
Mrs. Wallace sighed, "No. Not really. I officially met her recently since my regular babysitter has been busy the last few days. She gave me Maya's number to call. She's really doing this as a favor to me, honestly. I think she's only ever babysat at my house."
Dean furrowed his eyebrows, "Really? That's interesting. Oh, and, uh, out of curiosity, who's your regular babysitter?"
"Tracy Davis. Why? Do you think one of them had something to do with Luke's death? Neither of them were in the house when it…when it happened," Mrs. Wallace asked tearing up.
Dean plastered on a fake smile, "I don't think so, but we've got to look at everything and everyone just to be sure."
Her tense shoulders relaxed and she nodded in acceptance.
They said their goodbyes and Dean flopped down in the driver's seat of the parked impala as some things started clicking together. He pulled out his phone and called Sam.
"Dean, what's going on?" Sam demanded over the line.
"We've got a problem," Dean turned the engine over and began pulling away from the curb. "It's Maya, our Maya, but the dog's missing and she can now be placed at the Wallace's."
"Wait, Puck's not with her? That doesn't make any sense. He follows her everywhere," Sam stated in confusion. "Why would she be at the Wallace's?"
"Emergency babysitter, but get this," Dean grunted with gritted teeth. "She has also only babysat for the Wallace's, even though she doesn't know Mrs. Wallace as one of the moms from the park. Where, during the summer, she'd watch over the ankle bitters for a couple of hours to give the moms a break. Not infants like the Wallace's kid."
"That…is a little odd, but couldn't one of the other parents have recommended her if the Wallace's were in a tight bind?"
"Nope. It was the Wallace's regular babysitter. A girl named Tracy Davis. And I'm betting the same Tracy Davis from that kid's Halloween party that told us Goldy had it out for her and Jenny," Dean emphasized.
Sam was silent on the other line as the pieces fell together in his own mind, "Tracy's the witch and is using Maya as a scape goat. Get any Hunter that comes into town hunting Maya, while Tracy finishes up the ritual."
"Yeah," Dean scoffed. "Good thing we're not just any Hunters."
"Okay, but Dean Does this mean she's actually helping her? Or is there something else going on?" Sam asked seriously.
"I'd go with something else," Dean growled. "I don't see Goldy being okay with this and the rat's missing. My guess is that Tracy's got something on her, either the dog or something else. I doubt she'd do something like this for shits and giggles."
"You're right, but that means Tracy most likely knows what she is. We're going to have to be careful and subtle if we're going to try and stop her from raising Samhain and get Maya out from under her thumb," Sam sighed, as things seemed to have gotten more complicated.
"I can do subtle," Dean scoffed as he turned another corner towards the motel.
"Sure you can," Sam told him, teasing slightly.
"Bitch."
"Jerk," with that Sam hung up, no doubt starting a background check on Tracy Davis.
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Moonlight Motel
Sam and Dean
Dean walked into the motel, tossing the keys on the table, the sound causing Sam to look up from his laptop.
"So? Our apple bobbing cheerleader is also the Wallace's usual babysitter?" Sam asked from his reclined position on his motel bed.
"Yep," Dean shrugged off his jacket. "And she'd told me she'd never even heard of Luke Wallace."
"Huh," Sam turned to look back at the school files he pulled up on his computer. "Interesting look for a centuries-old witch," he commented.
Dean tossed his jacket on the table and went to sit on the other bed across from Sam, "Yeah, well, if you were a 600-year-old-hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader?"
Sam looked back at the file to read some more when Dean added in a slightly dreamy voice, "I would. Mmm."
Sam looked back at his brother knowing he was obviously imagining some hot teenage cheerleader given the look on his face.
Okay, the perving of minors needed to end. Or at least whatever fantasy of cheerleaders his brain had concocted.
"Again, Dean. Jail bait," Sam coughed pointedly.
"Hey! First, again, I would never. And second, she's technically 600 years old," Dean pointed out with a what-can-you-do shrug and smug grin. "So, leave my fantasies alone."
"Yeah, well your fantasy is creepy and if you don't stop I'll permanently ruin it," Sam retorted, and he was not bluffing. He had a pretty good dick shriveling and ball curdling way to destroy Dean's little cheerleader fantasy.
Dean snorted at that, "You can't ruin—"
"Says here she'd currently in the body of a 17 year, so according to her records…she's Maya's age," Sam pointed out with his own smug smile.
Dean opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and opened it again looking to give an even angrier retort before closing it again as the look of horror and hatred flashed over his face. Also, lots of disgust was present as well.
Sam watched Dean's facial journey in complete self-righteousness. Served the jerk right.
"I hate you. So freakin' much right now," Dean growled. It'd be a long while before he'd be able to look at cheerleaders like that again without his dick withering and his anger rising at the thought of other guys eyeing up his sister like that. "Can't believe you ruined…gah!" Dean muttered under breath while he tried to regain some composure.
Dean looked up and glared at his arrogantly smiling little brother and bit out, "So what you got on this Tracy chick?"
"Definitely not as wholesome as she's pretending to be. I did some digging and apparently she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers," Sam reported as he handed the computer over to Dean. "Got suspended from school."
"Wanna bet we'll find more evidence of Tracy being our witch if we talk to the teacher? Says here it was the art teacher she attacked. Don't high school art classes still do those sketchbook hand-ins or something?" Dean handed the laptop back to Sam.
Sam nodded, "Yeah. Who knows, maybe to vent some frustration she got creative."
"Great. And here I thought I was done with school," Dean sighed as he rose from his seat on his bed to get changed into his FBI get up.
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Gloversville High School
Sam and Dean
Afternoon
Talking with Don Harding had been enlightening. Apparently Tracy had been drawing some pretty horrific stuff in her sketchbook, with her right in the middle participating. When they had shown Don the coin to see if he recognized the symbol they got a pretty positive reaction that Tracy might've included it in her drawings.
She was also an emancipated teen living on her own with her own apartment, and should've been there due to her suspension.
The brothers had also asked about Maya, and Don had just shrugged. Said she was also another talented student, nothing worrying or off-putting about any of her work. But she was a practical jokester and butted heads a lot with Tracy and her group of friends. As far as he knew she only had the one friend, a younger student named Eli.
"So what do we want to do?" Sam asked Dean as they exited the art room.
"You check her apartment, and anywhere else she could be. I'll go talk with her friends and this Eli kid," Dean told him.
"Maya's friend?" Sam gave his brother a considering look. "He could know more about what's going on with her. But what if you run into Maya? If Tracy does have her claws in her I don't think she'll be all that friendly seeing us."
Dean ran a stressed hand through his hair, "I'll figure it out. Worse comes to worse I'll knock her out and we'll deal with her later."
Sam gave his brother an unimpressed bitch-face.
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Maya
Maya walked briskly through the empty halls of Gloversville High School as she made her way over to her locker. She'd skipped half the day to look after the Wallace's baby for a couple hours while the poor widowed mother did some quick errands.
She couldn't quite remember why she said yes in the first place. She didn't know the Wallace's but she'd gotten a phone call from them one day and she just felt that she had to say yes. That she wanted to.
So it wasn't hard to do them a solid.
Maya was almost to her locker to meet up with Eli, like they normally did once the next period bell rang to head to (shiver) math class, when she felt herself all of a sudden yanked into the empty classroom she was passing.
Maya tripped over her feet as she was pulled around the corner. Instinctively she fought back, elbowing the person who grabbed her in the stomach. They let go and as Maya made to run, screaming bloody murder to get some attention to her situation she found herself flung, front first into the rooms chalk board.
Chalk dust from the metal railing that held the chalk pieces and brushes for the board rose in the air as the metal dug into her pelvis bones.
"It seems your services for the ritual are no longer needed," a male voice intoned behind her. "My Master wants you alive, but your physical condition is optional. So you're going to run an errand for me little Trickster," a hand reached into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled something out she didn't even realize was there.
For a moment the complacent fog lifted and suppressed memories returned, along with her indignant and frightened anger.
"Like hell I will you son of a—"
"Audi vocem meam parere," the atrociously pronounced spell was cast and Maya's snarl died on her lips. The force that held her to the chalkboard released her and she fell lifeless to the ground in a slump. Only her slowly blinking eyes and moving chest gave evidence that she was still alive.
Her eyes remained blank and unfocused.
Don crouched down and whispered new instructions in her ear.
But they weren't desires or wants that she was compelled to feel. These were orders, and they didn't meld almost seamlessly into her subconscious like Tracy's compulsions did.
They were stark, they were hard, and they were something she could fight more easily against. Tracy's had been like a fog, hard to see and hard to grasp. Don's? Like a shoddily placed stonewall. It'd take time but she could feel the cracks and chips already forming as she mentally fought against it.
Maya just hoped, as she felt her body pick it self up and seem to walk too stiffly, her face too blank and unfocused, it would be in time to keep her from fulfilling what Don wanted.
'Kill the Hunters staying at the Moonlight Motel.'
And Maya? She didn't want to kill anyone, even a couple of unknown Hunters trying to stop these witches.
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AN: Look! Another chapter! Uh oh! Witches and mind control and demon raising! Oh my!
Where's Gabriel while all of this goes down?! (The readers cry)
All in good time! (author responds)
I also realized while writing this chapter that Dean never seemed too put off by Maya's powers as a half-Trickster but in the show he is by Sam's which to be fair is demonic in origin. I had to explore a little of the jealousy angle between siblings.
This would've been shorter by a couple thousand words but I'm like, I have one more day off, mind as well add a bit more.
Translation- Audi vocem meam parere: Hear my voice to comply (google translation) Basically wanted 'hear my voice and comply'.
Reviews:
fledglingcas: Maya, yes! Seems you caught on to what Tracy exactly is.
VegasGranny: Be very worried that Lilith knows something important is hidden in the town. She might not know yet but she will, and soon everyone will know of the demon warding and the demons circling. But you also forget, Gabriel's not around at the moment. Mwuahaha.
YaoiLovinKitsune: I hope to pair her with Cas much, much later and she will be bi, yes. Don't worry about too much girl on girl action. There will be some as I plan to have Maya explore that a little bit, as well as regular interest in boys, but I did rate this story as T so nothing too sexually mature or explicitly described. Alluded to? Yes, but if I do anything needing an M rating I'll make an appropriate outtake and refer to it in story.
Lunapok: I love them too. Sad what I have planned for them though. Yes I've heard about season 15 and don't want to talk about it. I haven't forced myself to finish 13 because I know what happens to Gabriel.
Atlansix: Glad you liked the chapter! And everyone so far likes Eli. Don't know how this chapter was so much a fun one as a precursor to an even more painful one. It's okay if you don't like the hair cut. I do as I hope to add a secondary reason behind it.
srosegarden: Aww thanks! That's so good to hear! Everyone loves Maya and her Trickster ways. Doubt the angels will though.
CatNapObsessed: You have guessed right! Soon she'll know Dean is back and yes she'll pull another runner, but it doesn't help when the warding protecting the town is in a precarious situation. I mean, that thing falls if a demon finds its way inside…I also doubt most of her Aunts and Uncles (angels) would care all that much for her. As for Gabe? I'm so sorry…not really. Mwuahaha!