Women and Winchesters
I do not own any of the things you recognize (aka Dean and Sam). I do own Erin, Mary, and Holly though.
Chapter 9
Dean had seconds. He quickly pushed her to the ground, him ending up on top of her.
"What the hell," Sam said, bewildered as he looked over the couch at Dean and Holly.
Dean quickly got off of her. He looked at Sam.
"She's innocent."
"What?"
Dean helped the girl up. She was obviously confused too.
"Calm down. We're not going to hurt you. Listen. You need to leave now. Go home and don't come back here tonight ok?" Dean told her, as he handed her the shirt Dean had been more then willing to take off her before.
She nodded as she put her shirt on, but Dean and Sam could easily see that she was scared.
"Go! Now," Sam yelled.
She ran up the stairs, as Sam's eyes watched her. He quickly turned back to Dean, with a questioning look.
"Listen," Dean said, "Mary is evil. She used that girl to confuse us."
"Wait. What?"
"Mary told you she was psychic. She isn't. She made that up," he sighed, this would be hard to explain, "Okay. Erin was evil. So is Mary. They are partners of some type. Erin didn't flinch when I said Cristo. I assume Mary didn't, right?"
"Right."
"That means that they are some how blocking the word out. Like taking it out of their vocabulary or something. But once Erin died, Mary needed help. She put that girl under a spell or something and made her come down here with me and flinch at Cristo. She's the evil one."
Sam suddenly understood. How could it have taken him this long to understand?
"Let's kill the bitch," he said with a fiery expression in his eyes.