Yeah, I got more reviews! I feel all loved and squiggly…. I am obviously easily pleased. (sticks out tongue) Anyway, the reason the last chapter took so long to get up was that I had a few papers due (must kill papers)… Love to all my reviewers, who now get cookies and stuff:
SINNderella: You review all the time, thanks so much (huggles) I'm so glad I got the brothers right. (does a dance)
Ik00bak: Your vote has been counted! (gives a sticker that says 'I voted')
RowennaLuna: Sorry I didn't mention you in the last chapter but my comp wouldn't let me see my reviews. So here is your thank you, "Thanks oodles!"
The voting tally:
Sam:1
Dean:1
It is a tie, so every one should vote or else I'm going to pull a dictator stunt and just choose myself. (grin) The turning point is definitely coming up, so voting is needed.
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Sasha wasn't phased by the comment, and only narrowed the aforementioned eyes at Dean as she stood to her full height with her arms crossed over her chest. Admittedly she was a good 6 inches shorter than Dean's 6 feet, and 9 inches shorter than the 6'3" Sam, but Dean was sitting and Sam was across the room behind a counter in the kitchen, so the movement had the desired affect of getting them to pay attention.
With a last glare at Dean she walked into the kitchen and shooed Sam away from the pot he had been stirring. "Sam, go get yours and Dean's clothes and put them in the laundry room for me." Since Sam had been up much earlier than Dean, he had gotten a tour of sorts.
Sam looked at her for a moment while he handed the wooden spoon over, before turning to leave. He gave Dean a look before leaving the room however. Sasha sighed heavily, but was silent for a moment. Then she turned off the burner under the pot and set the spoon to the side.
"Dean… I know that you are not used to listening to other people when you work. You and Sam go in with very little information, guns blazing. You can't beat Mallory like that. You need me because of what I know, and I need you because I can't do this without your guns blazing."
Sasha moved out of the kitchen to sit in the chair that she had sat in when she was trying to explain the herbs and grinding. "Dean, there are things that we are going to need in order to get through this, things that you and Sam need to know. If we go out unprepared, we will not make it back. Mallory is powerful. It will take all my energy to keep her under control… I won't be able to help you or Sam."
"Just try and work with me, okay. If you can't, fine. I'll take Sam and do it without you if I have to. But I would like you be with us, and I'm sure Sam does too." Without another word, Sasha got up and started making lunch. Dean could hear Sam coming down the stairs and realized that a conversation that seemed to last hours had only been a minute or two. Before Sam came back, Dean spoke quickly.
"If you take my brother and leave me behind, I'll kill you."
"Same here." Sasha had caught on to him. Dean had been planning to get whatever he needed from her and then he would leave her behind while he and Sam took care of it. She wasn't going to let him. "Only I can do worse than kill you."
Dean smirked, "What are you going to tell my daddy on me?"
"Maybe, but I was thinking more along the lines of making you impotent. Maybe castration."
Dean gulped and quickly shut up, his face pale.
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Unfortunately this one turned out short, but the next one should be longer now that all the little formalities involved with getting them out on the case are done.