Lou had been watching that lame doctor show for three hours. I was starting to lose my mind. I think she could tell because when she looked at me for the fifth time in three minutes she sighed, rolled her eyes, and said, "Fine, you win Gigantor." She switched off the tv completely.
"I didn't say anything," I protested.
"You didn't have to you brooding pile of hair." She huffed at me. Pile of hair. I touched the hair on my head. It wasn't even that long. "I'm gonna hop in the shower. Please don't do anything stupid until I get back. Just sit there and don't move please. If you die because you decided you wanted to stand up and then you trip and smack your head on the table and bleed out while I'm in there, Dean will hate me forever." She flashed me a smile before closing the bathroom door.
I heard the water turn on and Lou started singing some AC/DC song. I was so bored. I sighed, and started rocking in my chair before I realized that was a bad idea. Suddenly the AC unit in the room sounded like it was dying. There were clanks and squeaks coming from it. Then smoke started coming out of it. "Oh, come on. I, I didn't," I sighed, contemplating calling Lou.
Instead I slowly got to my feet, knowing that this was a bad idea, and made my way over to it. That's when the thing burst into flames. I grabbed the blanket from one of the beds and tried to snuff out the fire but it just kept coming back. I finally got it out, relieved that it was over. But then I heard it start up again. Only this time, the arm of my jacket was on fire instead. "Ah!"
I tried to put it out with the curtains in front of me only to have the curtains rip and then I was falling.
I woke up to the sound of duct tape, I was being wrapped in it. Lou probably thought it was the best way to keep me from getting up again.
"Oh, he's awake," A man said. I didn't recognize him at all.
A blond guy got up from the bed. "Back with us, eh?" I looked around. I couldn't see Lou.
"We didn't even have to touch you," the first guy was saying. "You just went all spastic and knocked yourself out. It was like watching Jerry Lewis trying to stack chairs."
It might have just been the throbbing headache but I was very confused. "Who are you? What do you wa…" The blond guy cut me off by snapping his fingers in my face.
"I use to think your friend Gordon sent me," He started.
"Gordon? Oh, come on." I dropped my head back. This was a horrible time for this.
The guy was still talking. "Because he asked me to track you down and put a bullet in your brain."
"Great. That sounds like him," I muttered to myself.
"But," he continued, "as it turns out I'm on a mission from God." Then he backhanded me, hard.
I came to, only to find Lou sitting in a chair next to me duct tape wrapped around her. She was only in a towel. Her face, there were already bruises forming and blood was coming out of her nose and from a cut on her lip. "Lou?" But she was knocked out.
"The girl put up one hell of a fight." The darker haired one said. He was mostly standing to the side.
"Don't you touch her," I growled. Then there was another hit.
This time it was a glass of water that woke me up. Lou was still knocked out.
"You were part of that demon plan to open the gate weren't you?" Gordon's buddy accused.
"We did everything we could to stop it," I tried.
"Lie, lie, lie! You were in on it. You know what their next move is too, don't you?"
I was tired and angry. "No I don't okay. You're wrong about all of this."
He wasn't listening. "Where are they gonna hit us next?"
I let out a deep sigh and looked over at Lou. That's when I realized her hands were moving but she still looked knocked out. She was trying to cut through the duct tape with her fingernails and it was kind of working.
The guy backhanded me again. "Where?" Oh that hurt. I sucked in a breath. "Gordon told me about you Sam, about your powers. You're some kind of weirdo psychic freak."
"No, not anymore. No powers, no visions, it just," He cut me off with a sucker punch to my jaw.
"Lie!" I could see Lou trying to work faster on the tape that kept her in the chair. "Now no more lies. There's an army of demons out there pushing at a world already on the brink. We're on deck for the end game here, right?" He had a creepy smile on his face. "So maybe, just maybe, you can understand why we can't take chances."
"Hey douchebag!" Lou yelled from her chair. Both guys looked at her, the gun in the weird guys hands not pointed at me, but at the ground instead. "What in the hell makes you think that Teddy Bear Sammy Winchester has anything to do with demons?"
"Looky here little girl," he started, waving his gun around, "you're friend is a monster. We kill monsters." He leaned down so his face was close to hers. She took the opportunity and spit right in his face. He pulled back the gun and whipped it across her face.
I knew what she was doing. She was trying to buy me time but she was just making him mad. "Woah, woah okay, hold on a minute." I tried.
The other guy tried to step in. "No! You saw what happened, Creedie. Ask yourself, why are we here? Because you saw a picture on the web? Because we chose this hotel instead of another? Luck like that doesn't just happen."
"Look, I can explain all of that," I tried.
"Shut up!" I sighed. "It's God, Creedie. He led us here for one reason, to do his work. This is destiny."
He put the gun to my head and I heard a gun cock.
"Nope," Dean's voice came. "No destiny. Just a rabbit's foot." I looked up to see Dean pointing his gun at the guys.
The guy was still cocky. "Put the gun down son or you're gonna be scrapping brain off the wall."
"Oh this thing?" Dean waved the gun to the side.
"Yeah, that thing."
Dean shrugged. "Okay." Then he set the gun down on the table next to him. "But you see there's something about me you don't know."
Gordon's friend turned and aimed his gun at Dean. "Yeah? What would that be?"
"It's my lucky day." Then Dean tossed a pen he picked up towards the gun and it stuck perfectly into the barrel of the revolver. "Oh my god, did you see that shot?" Dean asked me a huge smile on his face. Creedie took a swing at Dean and missed sending him into the wall and knocking him out. "I'm amazing," he said as the other guy tried to get the pen out of his gun. The second he did, Dean tossed a remote right at his head and it knocked him out. "I'm Batman."
"Yeah," I said sarcastically. "You're Batman." I watched Dean's smile evaporate when his eyes slid to Lou. I looked over at her too.
Her hair was still wet from her shower but it was also coated in blood now. Her left eye started to swell shut from were the revolver hit her.
"Son of a bitch! Sunshine talk to me." Dean was on his knees in front of her in a second, doing his best to carefully take the tape off her skin. She sucked in a few breaths as he did it but didn't protest.
It took a moment but once she was free she just sat there for a moment clutching the towel to her chest. "Go help Sam," was all she said.
Dean did as he was told and came over to me, not being nearly as careful with his ripping off of the tape. When I was out Lou finally stood up, pushing Dean out of the way and kneeling in front of me. "Are you okay, Sammy?" I tilted my head towards her in confusion.
"Yeah of course. Are you?" I had a strong feeling she looked worse than I did.
She gave me a shallow nod and then stood and made her way to the bathroom.
"What the hell happened?" Dean whispered harshly at me. I looked back at the closed door.
"She tried to help me, and then, Dean they hurt her badly." Bobby was going to freak out.
"Awesome. This is just awesome. At least I've got the foot. We can get it extra crispy and then this will all be over." Dean ran a hand through his hair.
"What so now you've got good luck?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yeah, I raced back here, no traffic, no cops. Bela tried to shoot me, almost knicked her instead," he explained.
"What else do we need for this?"
"Some cayenne pepper, some boneash, some hoodoo mumbo jumbo," he sighed looking at the door, "Nothing we can't handle."
Lou walked out of the door in her clothes, her face cleaned up a little, or at least as much as she could. "So are we all set to save Sam?" she asked as nonchalantly as she could manage.
"Yeah we got it. Let's get going." Dean lead the way to the door.
"Aye aye Captain," she called from behind him. Dean turned around just in time to see her trip over her own feet and fall into his open arms. "Ah fuck, thanks." She pushed herself from his grasp and brushed herself off.
She shouldered her way past Dean, wincing as she went and beat us to the car.
Sam was crouched down, sprinkling some cayenne onto the embers of the small fire. The graveyard was cold enough I noticed Lou shivering. I shucked off my jacket and handed it to her wordlessly, she took it and placed it over her shoulders but didn't put her arms through the sleeves. I scratched another scratcher and looked at it. We were up $40,000 if my math was correct.
"All right. Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it." Sam stood and dusted off his jeans.
"One second…" I had three more cards to go.
"Dean, you—" Sam started to walk towards me.
"Hey, back off, Jinx! I'm bringing home the bacon."
Sam sighed. I smiled and stashes the cards in my jacket, the one that Lou was wearing. "All right, say goodbye wascally wabbit." I laughed and looked at the foot. A gun cocked behind me and I spun around.
"I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or, you know, whatever." Bela smiled at us. "Put the foot down, honey."
"No. You're not going to shoot anybody. See I happen to be able to read people. OK, you're a thief, fine, but you're not" I was cut off when Bela aimed her gun at Sam and fired. Sam fell to the ground groaning "Son of a."
"Back off, tiger. Back off." I put my hands up slightly. "You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger." Sam got up, clutching his shoulder. "You've got the luck, Dean. You, I can't hit. But your brother?" she motioned to him, "him I can't miss."
"What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that!" I looked over at Sam to see if he was okay. Lou I noticed slowly started to move forward between the gun and us. I grabbed her shoulder and shoved her back.
"Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim." Bela said, as if that made it better. "Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people? Put the rabbit's foot on the ground now."
"All right! All right. Take it easy." I bent down to put the foot on the ground but instead I throw it at her. "Think fast."
Bela, most likely out of instinct reached out and caught the foot. Finally got one over on her. "Damn!" She cursed herself.
"Now, what do you say we destroy that ugly-ass piece of dead thing?"
Bela sighed in annoyance.
And here it is. I don't own Supernatural, just Lou!
xoxo- Melody