Blaire
Liam put the car into park a block down the street from the theater. She stopped for a moment, staring down the empty street through the windshield and tapping on the steering wheel.
Blaire watched her for a moment before speaking up, "Liam, I know that this isn't ideal, but it's the only option we have."
Liam huffed and nodded, eyes trained forward, "I know, I'm just trying to psych myself up to go commit a multitude of crimes."
"Do you...want me to put on some Metallica or something?" Blaire questioned, bringing some levity to the tense moment.
"I don't know if I have a criminal playlist queued up." Liam gave her friend a small smile. She turned to unbuckle her seatbelt and jerked open the door. "Let's just get this over with."
When the two of them got out of the car, Liam let out a huff, trying to shake off her reluctance. Blaire adjusted the beanie she had pulled on and slipped her phone into her back pocket as she waited for Liam to get their instruments they chose to destroy the theater. She bit the inside of her cheek and took the first steps toward their destination. From a block away, she could make out the two figures waiting beside the dark building.
"Do you think they took care of that grave?" Liam said from beside her.
"I really think you made your instructions quite clear." Blaire assured her, "I'm sure they cleaned up their mess."
"They better have," Liam was starting to look on at the two brothers with narrowed eyes. Blaire shook her head dismissively.
As they narrowed the gap between themselves and the boys, she saw Liam stand up a little straighter, her jaw set confidently. Blaire smirked and wrapped her arms around herself to keep in the warmth from her black crewneck.
"You two look like a couple of cat burglars." Dean spoke with a smirk Blaire had begun to assume was a trademark of his.
"Yeah, well, I didn't exactly want to throw on my reflective gear to sneak into private property," Liam's tone was biting. She slipped her beanie over her head and walked past the pair towards the entrance to the theater.
One by one, each of them entered through the door Blaire had frantically shattered earlier that evening, Liam leading the group.
"So," Sam effortlessly lofted a sledgehammer onto his shoulder. "Let's get started?"
"Do we stick to the house or do we wreck the lobby, too?" Blaire looked around unsure. Sam and Dean shrugged and turned to Liam.
"It's your rodeo," Dean gestured toward Liam. "Where do you want us?"
"I don't exactly have an instruction manual for tampering with a crime scene…" Liam thought out loud. "Just stick to where the damage already is."
Blaire nodded and they took off up the stairs toward the theater.
Liam
"Should we lay down a tarp so you don't have to worry about making a mess?" Dean spoke from behind Liam. She jumped as she was pulled from her thoughts. He'd been watching her chew nervously at her lip for several minutes as she considered her next actions. She held a white-knuckled grip on the bat she'd brought.
"It's not funny," She said, giving him a reproachful look.
"Sorry," he said, his eyes wrinkling at the sides as he gave her an apologetic smile. He nodded toward the bat in her hands, "you play softball?"
"Sometimes."
"Let me guess," he said, "some kind of intramural cop league?"
"We really don't need to talk," Liam said dismissively, turning to look at the lights built into the edge of the stage floor.
"Right," he said, "I'll let you get to it, then."
He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued to watch her contemplate. She glared at him, unnerved and annoyed by the scrutiny.
"Come on, Sinclair," he groaned, "you just discovered that everything you know is a lie. You can't tell me you don't want to smash something."
"I can think of a few things I'd like to hit, but this light isn't one of them."
"I'm serious," Dean said, "I filled in a grave for you. It's time to do your part of the group project."
Liam considered this, chewing the inside of her cheek. She sighed after a moment, turning and smashing one of the spotlights in a swift, downward swoop.
"There it is!" Dean said, his smile widening into a bright, white grin. Liam ignored him, walking down the line of the stage and smashing light after light. When she was finished shattering each one, she stretched her back and placed the back of her hand to her forehead.
"There," she said, "happy?"
"Not even close," Dean said with a mischievous grin. He pulled a can from his back pocket and shook it. Spray paint.
This is going to be a long night, Liam thought with a sigh.
Blaire
Blaire grunted heavily as the crowbar made contact with the wall. She found herself straining to pull it back through as it hooked itself inside. With great effort, she was able to pull it free, drawing out some of the insulation behind it. The damage looked slight in comparison to her effort and she was unhappy with her reward.
"What about Bigfoot?" Blaire asked, taking her time to line up her next point of contact before swinging the crowbar back into the wall.
"Uh, not that I know of?" Sam responded, grunting as he brought the sledgehammer down on a seat a few feet away from her. Blaire jumped at the sound and quickly attempted to compose herself.
"And vampires? Do I need to start stocking up on garlic or something?" She turned, taking a break from her fruitless efforts to watch his progress.
"Not gonna do anything for you." He stopped and wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his forearm. "A machete might be a good investment, though. The only way to kill them is to decapitate them."
Blaire blanched, "So...the whole stake to the heart thing was just a lie?"
"I don't know where it comes from in the lore. But it'll be pretty useless, yeah." He started up again and Blaire looked down at the seemingly useless crowbar in her hand.
"Can I try that out?" She asked, gesturing to the sledgehammer Sam was adjusting his grip on. Sam looked down at the hammer in his hands and up at the petite woman across from him. Blaire threw her crowbar to the ground with a clang, "alright, Hulk. I'm not gonna injure myself. Let me try it." She rolled her eyes and stepped over to him.
Sam reluctantly let Blaire take the sledgehammer from his hands, eyeing her with caution. It was that look that caused Blaire to roll her eyes again.
"You might lose a toe if you don't back up." She told him over her shoulder. Sam took two steps back, still waiting for her to need his assistance.
Blaire silently lifted the hammer from the ground, very sure to keep her lips closed tight. She hoisted it up on her shoulder and teetered onto her back foot slightly. Sam let out a "woah" and stepped forward toward her.
"Hey!" She shot at him, holding herself still with the twenty pound anvil on her shoulder. "I got it."
Sam didn't move, but let her shorten the space between her hands to grip the weight better. She held the hammer up and it fell down and made contact with the seat in front of her. The feeling was not as satisfying as she had hoped, as the damage was minimal in comparison to the forceful swings Sam had taken out on the other seats around it. Blaire sighed and turned to hand the hammer back to Sam.
"You good?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow with what was definitely a poorly hidden smile.
"Not my thing." She shrugged and went to pick up the crowbar that lay abandoned on the floor. "Anyway, what about werewolves?"
Liam
"Have we handled the problem to your satisfaction, officer?" Dean said as they emerged from the theater and stood in the space between their two cars. Liam glanced around warily to see that the street appeared empty. There weren't any residential buildings on this part of main street, so she didn't anticipate that anyone would be watching them too closely at this time in the night. Still, she didn't want to be recognized here.
"I think we've done all that we can," She said. She could tell the men were surprised by the earnestness of her response, "thank you. Seriously."
Dean nodded with a small, almost uncomfortable smile, disarmed by the show of appreciation, and shoved his hands into his pockets.
"I'm glad we could help," Sam said, "you two have handled all of this remarkably well."
Blaire straightened a bit at the compliment, and Liam could almost feel the pride radiating from her best friend.
"Listen," Sam added, leaning toward her a bit. Liam watched, noting the hunch he had to create in order to enter any kind of close proximity with Blaire's much tinier form, "if you run into any more trouble like this, you have our number. Don't hesitate to use it, okay?"
Blaire nodded with a reassuring smile, hugging her arms tighter against herself in the cold, "of course. You guys be careful, okay?"
"Always," Dean said with a spirited wink. The group parted ways and Liam paused at the passenger door of Blaire's car to take one last look over her shoulder at the theater and the sleek impala. In doing so, she caught the eye of Dean, who had also paused at the driver's door to glance in her direction. She nodded a goodnight to him and climbed into the car. As eager as she was to wash this night's events off with a hot shower, she had the feeling they wouldn't be so easy to scrub away.
Blaire
Liam and Blaire entered the car wordlessly. Blaire felt an ache in her body that she was sure would be there for days. Her muscles groaned as she reached up to buckle herself in. Liam started the car and let out a sigh of relief and pulled off down the street.
"So," Blaire took off her hat and ran her hands through her hair. "Do we just go home and start tomorrow off like this never happened?"
"That's the plan," Liam kept her eyes trained forward on the empty road. "I am almost glad to go back to work on Monday."
"Yeah," Blaire said, unsure. "How weird is it now that we know about all of this extra stuff going on out there?"
"Weird is one word for it." Liam seemed less interested in conversation and more interested on the yellow lines passing as they followed the main road out of the town center. "I just hope we have it all taken care of so there aren't any more loose ends for me to wrap up."
"I think we did a good job of taking care of everything." She looked over and watched as Liam nodded at this statement in agreement. "Do you think we'll ever see them again?"
"God, I hope not." Blaire knew that this was as far as Liam was willing to take the discussion about what they had just experienced for tonight. She looked down at the dust that covered her dark jeans and felt a smirk tug at her lips as she struggled to brush it off.
Blaire sat down on the couch with a groan. She felt her muscles protest as she attempted to stretch her legs out in front of her. Liam hobbled slowly towards the dark hallway.
"Going to shower," she threw over her shoulder, sounding strained. Blaire nodded back, knowing she was far gone now by the sound of her inconsistent footsteps.
Blaire looked down at her phone, she had a missed call from her father, who she was sure was calling to check in like he did every weekend. She looked at her call log, hovered over the set of unsaved numbers and opened a new contact. With deft fingers, she saved it under the name Sam Winchester, just in case.