Enter the Dragon Part 2

Soundtrack:
Nu Shooz – I Can't Wait
Mylo- In my arms
David Bowie- Moonage Daydream

They had managed to find a Japanese restaurant in town and one of the chefs, who spoke fluent Japanese, agreed to help them translate what was written on the box.

"Anata ga marou mono... Wa anata ka ra mo morau. It says, "what you took will be taken from you." Like, eye for an eye. You with me?" Sam nodded along, the coffee in his hand sobering him slightly.

"Kono bin niwa syoujou zuke no sake ga hu-in sarete iru. Where'd you guys get this anyway?"

"Why? Is – is there, uh, something the matter?"

"Well, you're not superstitious, are you?" He asked as he gave the box back to Sam.

"Not at all." Dean replied.

"No Siree." Lacey nodded, swaying on the spot. Dean had his arm around her waist, holding her close. Sam glared at him. Giving alcohol to someone who hated coffee was not a good idea when you needed to sober them up quickly.

"Because...this says the bottle inside contains a Shojo."

"What's a... Shojo?" Dean asked as Lacey leant her head against his shoulder.

"An alcohol spirit. 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 called to him. "I got to go."

"Oh. Uh, hey, uh... There you go. Thank you." He handed the guy some money.

"Thank you. Take care." The guy nodded before heading back into the restaurant.

"Yeah."

They headed back to the motel and let themselves into Garth's room. Lacey stumbled inside and came to a halt, the other two piling up behind her, causing her to nearly fall forward. Dean grabbed her around the waist before she could fall. Garth was on the back porch doing some kind of martial art stretching.

"Garth. Where's Baxter?" Sam asked as they stared at him. Garth stopped what he was doing and came back into the room.

"Dude's a lot heavier than he looks, FYI." He pointed into the corner of the room where Randy was tied up in the hot tub, a pillowcase covering his head. Lacey let out a gasp and turned to look up at Dean, whispering loudly;
"We can't have sex in there now." Dean smirked and pulled Lacey towards him as Sam shifted his feet uncomfortably.
"But here." Garth quickly changed the subject, handing Dean his EMF meter. "Thought you might want this back."

"You have the CEO of the douchiest microbrew in the US gagged in your hot tub? You really think that's gonna end well?"

"I'm not feeling the love." Garth looked between the three of them. Lacey smiled and reached out to pat him on the head.

"All right. Shojo. Uh, let's see what we can see." Sam pulled out his laptop and sat down at the table.

"What's Shojo?" Garth asked, puzzled.

"Japanese booze monster." Dean told him.

"I guess that would explain why you got to be drunk to see it. Very poetic." Sam clicked on a link and opened up a page in Japanese with a picture on it.

"Ooh. Creepy." Garth noted, peering over Sam's shoulder. Sam translated the piece and began to read it.

"Okay. 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 guided Lacey into a chair and began 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. 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."

"Send the bottle, sooner or later it's popped open. Then you have a Shojo that will do whatever Dale compelled it to do right here on the box."

"Wait. Except it's not killing the people that screwed him over." Garth pointed out.

"Well, Dale's widow said the company was his baby. So, if he really wanted his friends to feel what he felt..." Sam explained.

"He would take theirs. Well, their kids. Jim's, anyways."

"And Baxter was the godfather."

"All right, skip to how do we gank it."

"Good news. It is killable." Sam started, optimistically.

"But..."

"But only with a samurai sword consecrated with a Shinto blessing." Sam finished, less optimistically.

"Well... that's not a silver lining. All right, 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 babysit Marie." Dean organised them. Garth dropped his EMF meter from his pocket and picked it up from the ground as it began to go haywire.

"Yikes. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it." Dean said, grabbing it from him and turning it off.

"Unless I've got nothing to be sorry for." Garth added, glaring at Dean.

"Garth." Dean warned.

"What's he talking about?" Sam asked, frowning.

"I'm concerned that Bobby might be haunting you. I-I brought it up to Dean, and he shot me down."

"Garth! Leave it alone." Dean growled.

"It's okay." Sam told them.

"No, it's far from okay."

"I've already tried contacting Bobby." Sam admitted. Dean's eyes widened in surprise. "When that beer disappeared, I pulled out a talking board."

"Without me?"
"And me." Lacey added, blinking at Sam and still swaying.

"You know, I figured, why drag you guys in... when it's something I could just put to bed myself."
"And?"

"And if he was there, I'd have told you." There was a groan from the hot tub.

"Talk about this later. You follow Marie. Let me borrow your keys." Sam tossed Dean the keys and he helped Lacey to her feet, guiding her out the front door. She waved to Sam and Garth as Dean shut the door.

Dean managed to find a samurai sword in the second pawn shop they tried. Next they headed back to the Japanese restaurant and asked the same guy to help them out with the Shinto blessing .Dean took the sword out of it's scabbard and laid it on top of the box before handing the guy the blessing Sam had written out.
"It says it's best to do this in a running spring." The guy told the. Dean produced a bottle of spring water.

"Uh, yeah. I got it. Okay. We good?"
"We're improvising." Lacey told him conspiratorially from where she was sitting on a wall, sipping the coke Dean had got for her, hoping it would sober her a little.

"I'll do my best."

"All right." Dean nodded encouragingly.

"Shichihukujin... Go."

"Oh." Dean nodded and began to pour the water.

"Hito no teni rori korekara seitoun yakuwari wo hatasu kono ken wo tataer. That's it."

"Oh." Dean stopped pouring. "All right. Uh, thanks. There." He handed over some more cash.

"Thank you."

"Yeah." Dean's phone began to ring, causing him to jump. "Aah. Hey, Garth." He walked over to Lacey so she could hear too.

"Dean, Baxter's got a secret love child! The Shojo might come for him first!" Garth sounded like he was running.

"Whoa, slow down!"

"I'm trying to save lives here!"

"Are you drunk?" There was a banging noise.

"Damn it! Damn it."

"Garth? You dropped the phone, didn't you? Hello? Garth!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm here."

"Where the hell are you?"

"I'm in the brewery." There was a pause.

"Garth?"

"Dean. It's here." Garth whispered.
"We're on our way." Dean said before hanging up. "Come on, sweetheart." He helped Lacey down from the wall and they hurried over to the car. Dean began to drive and handed Lacey's his phone to dial Sam's number. After a few attempts she managed to get him on the line.
"Sam!" Lacey called out happily, putting him on speaker.

"Yeah."

"Hey, you good to drive?" Dean asked.

"Uh..."

"Well, get a ride. It's at the brewery."

"What?"

"There's another kid. Don't think – move." Dean said, hanging up.

Dean parked up outside the brewery and they got out.
"Hang on!" Lacey called as he headed for the door. She grabbed hold of his hand, screwed up her face and teleported them inside, next to the office.
"Whoa." She lost her balance and almost keeled over but Dean grabbed her.
"You ok?"
"Yep, I'm good. Let's go." She let Dean led her as they followed the sounds coming from inside the factory area. They found Sam unconscious on the floor and the kid Randy had been yelling at earlier backing away from something.

"Aah!" The kid shouted as Dean grabbed his shoulder.

"Get back!" Dean let go of him and brandished the sword, slashing through thin air. Lacey let out a gasp as the Shojo hit him, knocking him to the ground.
"Hey!" she threw out her arm and sent it flying backwards. Dean looked on as the creature, still invisible to him, slashed at Lacey, sending her into the wall, large cuts appearing on the side of her face and healing up again a moment later. Sam began to stir beside him as Lacey was thrown across the room and landed beside them. The sword, which had been thrown from Dean's grasp, slid across the floor and landed beside his hand.

"Where is it?!"

"Uh, s-s-swing right!" Sam told him. Dean slashed at the air with the sword.

"My right." This time he almost got the Shojo, but it ducked out of the way.

"3 o'clock, Dean! 6 o'clock!" Sam instructed. Lacey got unsteadily to her feet and put out a hand, freezing the Shojo in place as Dean plunged the sword into it. It let out a high pitched scream as it became visible to all of them, before disappearing completely, the sword clattering to the floor. Dean picked it up.

"You okay?" Dean asked. Lacey nodded, taking deep breaths as the room spun a little around her.

"I'm alive. Yeah." Randy's son confirmed.

"Sam?"

"Yeah." Sam got to his feet and gave him a thumbs up.

"Where's Garth?" Dean looked around, frowning.

"Well, he's…he's over this way." The kid pointed off into the distance.

"Would you go get him?" Dean asked.

"All right." Sam went with him to find Garth.
"I don't feel so good." Lacey said as she wobbled towards him. "I think my healing factor is catching up with the alcohol and it's not a good combination." Dean held on to her to stop her from falling.
"Well, thanks for saving me." Dean smiled at her.
"I barely did anything." Lacey shrugged.
"You sent the sword my way." Lacey stared at him blankly.
"No I didn't."
"This moved." He stared down at the sword for a second. "Bobby? Are you here? Come on, do something." He called out softly. There was no response.

The following morning Garth was packing up his car in front of the motel.
"You sure you guys don't want to hang out? Grab some brunch, maybe some brews?"
"Ahhh… brunch." Lacey smiled at the thought.

"Tempting, but, uh, we better roll." Dean interjected. Lacey pouted a little. She was almost back to her normal self, she just looked exhausted.

"All right, well…" Garth gave Dean a hug.

"Oh. Yeah." Dean replied awkwardly, patting Garth on the back.

"Call me anytime." Garth said as he hugged Lacey.

"All right." Dean nodded.

"And you, Sam." Garth shook his hand.

"Yeah."

"Aw, come here." He pulled Sam into a hug too. Lacey smirked at the expression on Sam's face.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks, Garth."

"Sayonara, kemosabes!" Garth said as he got into his car. "Nice ride." He said, pointing to the retro car the three of them were travelling in at the moment.

"You're right. He has grown on me." Sam said as they watched him drive off, 90's hip hop blaring from the car.

"All right, um… So, let's talk about it."
"About what? Oh. The, uh, talking board? That's fine. I get it, I guess." Dean shrugged.

"No, not that. Look, I heard you."

"Heard me what?"
"We didn't do anything in the hot tub." Lacey interjected quickly.
"What? No not that." Sam shook his head at the two of them.
"More's the pity." Lacey muttered as Dean chuckled at the expression on Sam's face.

"What happened in the brewery, Dean?"
"Nothing. It was, uh, it was just my imagination." Dean turned to walk back into the motel.

"Dean, look, I know something happened." Sam said as they followed him inside.
"I just want you to be straight with me." Dean sighed and turned to look at them.

"The blade was across the room and then it was in my hand. Lacey didn't do it. And then my beer drank itself. Oh, and then that page magically appeared on the bed. And… and then Bobby's book fell down and out popped the number of the guy who found Cas. Nothing, I'm sure." Dean finished, sarcastically.

"Clearly."

"Well then what, Sam? Is Bobby here, or not?" Dean challeneged.

"You know what I think, Dean? I think that regular people, they see ones they lost everywhere too."

"Yeah, freakin' ghosts!"

"Or they just miss 'em a lot. 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 when poof – I went a little nuts." Sam explained.

"Yeah, why didn't you tell me?"

"Like I said, little nuts at the time."

"All right, well, if it wasn't Bobby and it wasn't Lacey, then what Jedi'd that sword into my hand?"

"The Shojo slammed the door from across the room. Maybe it was trying to grab the sword, too." Sam shrugged.
"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?" Dean rationalized.

"Exactly."

"Okay. Okay, you…so your theory is that we're practically regular people about something for once. All right. Well, you want to grab some brunch and some brews?" Dean suggested as they grabbed their bags.

"Ugh, no. I'm so hung over. Let's just hit the road." Sam groaned.

"All right." Sam headed for the door.
"You know, we could just…." Lacey started.
"If you finish that sentence, I'm leaving without you." Sam called as he began to load the car. Lacey glanced back wistfully at the hot tub before following him out to the car. Dean chuckled at them and shut the door behind them, climbing into the car.

"Hang on." Dean jumped back out and headed back into the room.

"There you are." He muttered, grabbing the flask from the table before heading back out to the car.

"Balls!" Bobby's ghost muttered as he watched Dean go, still unable to make contact with him.