Unfavorable Odds
Idiotic. Suicidal. Half-witted, bunch of moro—ow! A drop of blood from your middle finger fell to the floor. The Dermatilimania had not improved. In fact, since working with the boys, it had only continuously flared. You made a conscious effort to separate your hands as Sam entered back into the bullpen. The itch to rip apart your already raw cuticle was unbearable, but you forced yourself to focus. "Get the equipment to work?" You asked, more as a distraction. "Yeah." He replied half-heartedly. Dean interrupted, "So?"
"So, this is insane."
Ruby looked to Sam, "You win 'Understatement of the Year.'"
"Look, I get it. You think—"
"I don't think—I know. It's not gonna work. So long boys." Ruby walked passed you again, whipping around when she saw you hadn't moved. "Y/N, you coming?" You cocked an eyebrow, utterly confused. "No?"
"You don't actually believe in these idiots, do you? Or was the 'Ice Queen' argument just for show?"
"Oh hell no. This is gonna be a dumpster fire and a half."
"Then come o—"
"But I'm still gonna side with them over a Demon any day. Even a friendly one."
"Fine, no skin off my nose. Jump off the bridge with the rest of them." Sam stood quickly, a little too quickly, setting off your internal alarms. "So, you're just gonna leave?" She's already got hooks in him. "Hey. I was gonna kill myself to help you win. I'm not gonna stand here and watch you lose. And I'm disappointed…because I tried. I really did. But, clearly, I bet on the wrong horse… Do you mind letting me out?" It was a hell of a speech. And a manipulation.
You loaded a second salt round into your home made sawed off. Sighing at the inefficiency of only two rounds, you crossed two bandoliers over opposing shoulders. Yes, the plan was flawed with about a 16% success rate, but not giving it your all would lower that substantially. You exited the office after clipping two flasks of holy water to your belt. Rounding the corner, you almost ran head first into Dean. He let out a strained laughed, clearly stressed about his own plan. Then he took you in, bands of bullets and a shotgun at the ready. "I can honestly say I've never been more attracted to you…" You actually contemplated it for a bit, wondering if you wanted one last ride at the Rodeo before probable death… "No time…" you whispered, shaking the thought from your head and walking away.
"All set?" you asked the crew, taking your spot with Henriksen. "Yeah!" Yelled Sam from down the hall. "Let's do this!" Dean replied with his battle cry. Henriksen looked back to you and you gave him a nod of confirmation. He kicked the door open and cautiously broke the salt line. You both waited what seemed an eternity with baited breath.
A grunt alerted you to the threat entering the building. He had come from the roof, taking Henriksen by surprise. He let out an accidental shot while being knocked to the ground and pinned against the wall. You heard a few residual shots from the boys shortly after. You pointed your gun at the Demon when Henriksen stopped you, "I got this one, get the stragglers!" You clocked his holy water and agreed he had the situation under control. You fired at a teenage girl trying to run passed the commotion and she fell to the floor, followed by a middle-aged man who met the same fate. Two more ran passed as you were reloading. You turned to chase them down when a new pair of arms enveloped you from behind. They lifted you in the air, but you adjusted to use their own weight against them and flip them over your back. You cocked your piece and double tapped the intruder, just to be sure. Looking up with a hair flip, you noticed Dean down the hall, staring with his mouth agape. You'd come to a conclusion within the last two kills. "We should have had sex." You admitted, before shooting another rogue down the hall. You heard footsteps from the same direction and left Dean to process the truth bomb.
You ran into the bullpen to see Sam fighting three demons off. You popped two of them, trying to even the odds a bit. Forced to reload again, your knee was kicked in from behind, causing you to fall onto your chest. A demon tried to pin you there, but you used the butt of your gun to smash him in the face and off of you before Sam shot some extra holy water your way.
Four more entered the room and you ganked two of them immediately. Sam handled one of the others and doused the last. The holy water was proving to be a nice deterrent, but it wasn't lethal. Dean chased about three more into the room and six more came behind him. You were beginning to sweat the sheer number of them, finding yourself back to back with both brothers, nearly out of bullets and swinging your holy water flask for dear life. They were coming at you from all directions and you were just barely holding the line, as the demons had backed the three of you against the wall. You shot a round off when the strongest among them stood on a desk. She lifted her hand and threw the three of you against the wall, your team gasping for air. Dean managed a "Henriksen, now!" before she slid you up further, causing your feet to dangle. A recording of Sam speaking Latin echoed over the PA system and gasps were heard from every room. It turned to screams and banging on all blocked exits shortly followed. This might actually work…so why is the pit still in my stomach? An invisible force choked you harder, and you let out a gag in response. Black smoke was beginning to exit the bodies and swirl in an electrical spiral on the ceiling. The recording was nearing the end and you squeezed your eyes shut as Sam said the final words of the exorcism. "Audi Nos!" The smoke caught flame and burned bright, only to dim within a few seconds.
The three of you were dropped to the floor, and the impact knocked the wind out of you further, considering your feet were the furthest from the ground. You gasped, trying to find a normal rhythm to settle your nerves. The boys stood up and stepped toward you, concern in their eyes. You raised a hand and managed to choke out, "I'm good, just give me a minute." Henriksen entered the room and you didn't move from the floor, muscles still shaking and stiff from lack of oxygen. Dean shrugged and Henriksen let out a chuckle. The bodies on the floor began to twitch before the live ones regained consciousness.