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PART 2! Special thanks to Jenmm31 and MariaKata! Love all you bitches and jerks and assbutts.
A/N- in this story, Natalie is 16. This is Part 2 of a 3 part story.
The three Winchesters had been hitting the books hard, trying to piece together the links between the cases to figure out who exactly was behind this one. Sam was currently trying to prove his theory on the unidentifiable poison that had killed all the victims. Dean and Natalie were still poring over the case files, looking for any other links other than the fact that they had all split from or cheated on their partners.
"I mean, if we have to try to track this down with the clue 'a witch that's been cheated on', we're going to be on this case for the rest of our lives," Natalie grumbled, as she read through the list of evidence found at the site of the second murder.
Dean agreed with a grunt, before polishing off his second beer and getting up to get a third. "I still think there's something more behind that second vic." He yanked open the fridge, pulling out a cold bottle, and twisting the top off absentmindedly as he kicked the door shut and began pacing. "That dude- Bauer, right?" Natalie nodded affirmatively. "Okay, so Bauer bails on his company in the middle of a huge deal. A dick move, that's for sure, but why would a witch come after him for that?"
Sam shrugged, looking up from his laptop. "Could be the witch had a stock in the company? Was maybe an employee or something?"
Dean just looked at Sam like he had just said the dumbest thing on the planet. "Sure Sam. We know tons of witches who, when they're not casting spells, like to work at a crappy canning factory just for kicks." With an exasperated eye roll, he resumed pacing. "There's just something not right there."
"Okay, then let's look at that one for a while," Natalie said, shutting the folder on murder victim one and pulling Bauer's towards her. She opened it, dismissing the forensic notes and police reports, and went for the local newspaper clippings that accompanied it. Her eyes scanned the article again for the piece that she remembered reading before. "So when the factory ultimately went belly up due to Bauer's split and the resulting instability of the company, his business partner, Donald Williams, lost everything. His home, his money- poor guy was wiped out."
After another swallow of beer, Dean asked, "Any reason to think it might have been Williams himself that did his ol' buddy in?"
Natalie shook her head. "Naw, I looked that up already. Williams actually died before Bauer did. He was already sick when Bauer left the company, and according to this, he just couldn't recover from the shock of it all. Combine that with the illness he was battling, and he was gone like that."
"Williams have any family? They might have wanted revenge."
Natalie scanned the article again. "He had a wife and two sons. The boys both had to drop out of college, and the wife drank herself into an early grave." She looked up at her father, who was lifting the beer bottle to his lips again, cocking one eyebrow at him.
Dean caught the look, and lowered the bottle, looking slightly abashed. He rushed on, wanting to get off the uncomfortable moment. "What about the kids, then? They might have wanted to avenge their father."
"Gimme a sec," Natalie murmured, opening the lid on her laptop and typing away, using the article as reference. When Dean thought she wasn't looking, he resumed drinking his beer. Of course she looked up at him mid-swig. He swallowed and shrugged at her 'seriously?' look.
"What? If I don't work my liver out on a daily basis, it'll probably go into shock," he said. Natalie just rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop the smile. Okay, that was a little funny. She continued typing, looking for the fate of the Williams boys. Sam exhaled heavily, dragging his hands through his long hair as he continued to stare at his laptop.
"Got anything?" Dean asked his brother.
"Maybe?" Sam said, unsure. "It's definitely an older poison- it doesn't cross reference anything recognizable in this century." A new thought suddenly occurred to Sam. "So- wait. If it's a witch, why wouldn't they just use a spell or something? Why poison? That's a little…old school, fairy-tale, 'don't eat the apple', don't you think?"
Dean shrugged, dropping back down at the table. "Gotta be a reason they want to use poison then, instead of something easier."
"Maybe it's like a calling card, you know?" Sam said, his mind jumping to another track. "Like their way of marking this murder as theirs without revealing themselves."
"Is this another attempt to turn a monster into a serial killer?" Dean asked Sam in a flat voice. "Dude, give it up. I know you're all freaky with your love of all things serial killer, but don't try to cram that square peg into this round hole."
Color stole into Sam's cheeks, but he didn't deny the accusation. "I'm just saying, it could be as simple as that," he said lightly, trying to dismiss the excitement of being on a serial killer's trail. Just then, Natalie muttered a swear word under her breath, then looked up at the both of them.
"Both Williams boys moved out of the area. They only came back for their parents' funerals. Both are completely traceable at the time of the murder- in other towns." She sighed heavily, frustrated at the next dead end. Dean shook his head, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought. When nothing came to mind, he pulled the college kid's file toward himself again. Flipping open to the photos of the crime scene, Dean snorted.
"Well, I can tell you one thing," he said derisively. "This kid's fashion sense was crap. Look at that tacky shirt." He showed the picture to Natalie again. She hadn't really been paying attention to too much in the picture other than the area around Ryan's body. She curled her lip in disgust at the golden bowling shirt.
"Ugh," she commented dryly. "Marissa should have dumped him way earlier for that shirt alone."
"Guys," Sam said reprovingly. "Try to show a little respect here?" It was mostly pointed at his niece. He knew it was impossible to get Dean to change his ways, but he still had hope for Natalie. She ducked her head a bit at the scolding.
"Sorry, Uncle Sam," she mumbled, but Dean didn't reply. He was still too busy looking at the shirt. He stared at it so hard that Sam and Natalie exchanged a questioning look. Suddenly, he pulled the first file close to him and flipped it open.
"Did you find something?" Natalie asked in a rush, but Dean didn't answer. He just kept flipping through the file until he got to the page with the photo of the deceased Mr. Skebba. He tapped on it once, shoved it to the side, and then pulled the Bauer file closer, almost tearing the file cover off in his haste.
"C'mon, c'mon," he muttered to himself as he skimmed the list of evidence. Suddenly finding what he was looking for, he leaned back and whooped. "Yahtzee!" he shouted delightedly, then looked at his daughter and brother, who were still clearly in the dark.
Sam spread his hands. "Care to share?" he asked sarcastically.
"Check it out," Dean said proudly, turning the photos towards them. "Gold bowling shirt, still ugly as sin, not the point. Check out Skebba's photo." He tapped on the dead man's chest.
"Gold tie," Natalie murmured. Dean nodded.
"And…" he said, holding up Bauer's file. "Three gold threads were found next to Bauer's body."
"So, you're saying that the gold clothing is somehow the key?" Sam said, wanting to make sure he was on the same page as his brother. Dean shrugged good-naturedly.
"It's something else that ties them all together, doesn't it?"
"What about the third murder?" Natalie said, almost absentmindedly, hurriedly flipping through the file. She scanned the notes, until she found the match. "Gold handkerchief in his pocket- look." She leaned back, grinning at Dean. "You got Yahtzee big time."
"Thank you, thank you."
"Okay, so…now what?"
All three Winchesters thought. Something was familiar about this to Natalie, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. Golden clothing, poison…It was right on the tip of her tongue…but she just couldn't pull it out. Just then, her phone buzzed. She pulled it off the tabletop quickly, but she could feel Dean's eyes following it. She brought it closer to herself in an attempt to keep him from seeing it, but he didn't need to in order to know exactly who was texting her.
Dean watched as the color crept onto his daughter's face as she looked at her message. Every fiber of him wanted to pull that damn phone out of her hands and hurtle it through the window, but he just bit down on his tongue instead, then took another pull of beer. Sam had been on his case lately about making sure that Natalie got to experience some things like a regular kid. She needed at least SOME sense of normalcy. Dean was fine with that- as long as it had nothing to do with boys. When it came to the opposite sex, the only way he found acceptable to get his daughter through…puberty…he shuddered at even thinking the word…was to lock her in a convent until she was 21. It seemed like a completely rational decision to him, but Sam, for whatever reason, didn't seem to share that opinion.
Oblivious as usual to Dean's mental plans to turn her into a nun, Natalie looked up at him, a spark in her eye. "Brian wants me to meet him downtown tonight," she said lightly, tilting her head to the side like she always did when she wanted something. That statement alone was enough to make Dean see red, but he didn't comment. "Can I? Please?" she asked when she saw that Dean had no intention of making the first move.
"You're on a case," he managed to get out in a tone that hid his sudden urge to kill this boy. "Do you think it's the best time to go on a date?" he said evenly, while gripping his beer bottle so hard it might shatter. From his periphery, he saw Sam give an almost imperceptible nod. Good. His nerd brother at least acknowledged that he was trying very hard to reason with Natalie instead of instantly forbidding her from being within fifty yards of any male.
"I know it's not the best timing," she mused, looking away for a moment, appearing to think. "Okay, how about this? I'll meet him at eight, and be home at ten. Okay? We'll just meet somewhere super fast and…." Her eyes suddenly glazed over as it came to her out of the blue. "Medea," she whispered suddenly.
Completely thrown by her sudden change of pace, both Sam and Dean stared at her, uncomprehending. "Madea? Did you say Madea? Isn't that the grandma chick that Tyler Perry used to play?" Dean asked, confused at her off-the-tracks train of thought. Natalie shook her head impatiently.
"No- Medea. She was the wife of Jason."
"Voorhees? Didn't think he was the marrying type."
Natalie just rolled her eyes and directed her attention to Sam. "Medea, from Greek literature. Remember her? She was the one who went crazy when Jason cheated on her. She used a poisoned robe to kill his side-chick."
Sam's eyes suddenly lit up with understanding. "You're right, Bug," he said, snapping his fingers. "AND she was a really powerful sorceress." His eyes suddenly got wider as a piece of his own puzzle snapped together. "Aconite!"
"Bless you."
"Shut up, Dean." Sam pulled a dusty book that had been lying open on the table closer to himself, and began flipping through it. "Aconite- a poison that hasn't been used in years. I bet you anything that's what did those people in. It's incredibly rare- there'd be no just cause to test for it. But the Greeks were famous for it." He looked up at his niece. "How did you come up with Medea, just out of the blue like that?"
Natalie shrugged modestly. "Sometimes if I'm looking too close at something, it's like I'm blocked, you know? I have to think of something else and then the answer will come to me."
It was Dean's turn to grin proudly at his daughter. "Looks like you got Yahtzee too, squirt," he said with pride.
"Thank you, thank you," she responded with a sideways smile, just as he had earlier. "So I guess this is…her spirit? I mean, she wasn't a goddess- she was mortal. She's had to have been dead for thousands of years," she said, trying to reason it out.
"Good luck finding THAT piece to salt and burn," Dean grumbled. But Sam shook his head and shoved the book aside, his fingers already flying on his keyboard.
"No, hang on," he mumbled, until he had pulled up the story on his laptop. "So get this," he said, pointing to the website. "Medea was taken to the realm of the Sun god, Helios, on his golden chariot, after Jason had discovered she had murdered their sons in revenge."
"Whoa," Dean said, rearing back in surprise. "She murdered her own kids? Talk about going 'Mommy Dearest' on your ass."
"Yeah, no kidding," Sam said, continuing to scan the article. "She was mortal, but since she was under the protection of Helios, technically she didn't die." Sam leaned back and looked at his brother and niece. "She could now be considered a demi-god."
"Great," Natalie said sarcastically. "Mortal, but damn near impossible to kill. Day that ends in 'y', am I right?"
Dean nodded. "Well, now that we know, seems it's time to find out how to kill the Sun Bitch," he said, rubbing his fingers into his eyes and pulling his laptop closer, beginning to close out the old tabs since they were no longer needed. He worked for a moment until he became aware that he was the only one in the room moving. He looked up to find Natalie still staring at him imploringly, waving her phone around. Sam was watching him closely to see what he'd do. They were waiting for his answer about the date.
Dean gritted his teeth. If he insisted that Natalie stay here, it was entirely possible he'd activate one of her emotional teenage landmines and be stuck with a pouting, grumpy kid for the rest of the night, not to mention the perpetual bitch face that would be coming from his brother. He just wasn't in the mood for it. Without looking at his daughter, he held up two fingers. "You got two hours. Keep your phone on you at all times and make sure the GPS is turned on. You fail to answer a single text message from me within two minutes of me sending one, and I'm coming to wherever you are and dragging your ass out of there. Understood?"
Natalie squealed in delight and threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you Daddy!" she gushed, planting a kiss on his cheek before speeding off to the bathroom to get ready for her date.
Once the bathroom door closed, Dean looked up at Sam, who was staring at him. He knew it was from disapproval of all the rules that he was enforcing on his daughter. Apparently, she didn't mind, but Sam did. "Look. I'm not locking her in the convent, alright? You should be grateful for that," Dean growled.
*SPN SPN SPN*
At eight o clock on the dot, Natalie landed in front of the coffee shop where she had first met Brian. The lilies in the decorative pond in the front gleamed white from the soft light of the street lamps, and gave off the loveliest scent- it lingered in the air. Brian had asked her to meet him there. He said he wanted their location for their date to be a surprise.
It was a warm night, but she didn't mind all that much. She was so used to her jeans that covered her boots that it didn't really matter. She was grateful, however, when she saw Brian walking towards her, ready to get this show on the road.
"Hi," she called out. He grinned, running a hand through his black, curly hair.
"What's up? Glad you could make it out," he said. Out of his coffee apron, he looked different. He was wearing a white tee shirt that was just a bit too tight to really be a good choice, but she focused on his face instead. He whistled appreciatively. "You look hot."
Not used to such a blatant statement regarding her looks, she stumbled over her words for a moment. "Uh, thanks," she muttered. He seemed to be waiting for her to return the compliment. "And you look great too," she said lamely. So much for inheriting Dean's smoothness.
But Brian just jutted his head at her as if to say that he already knew he looked good. "Come on," he said, taking her hand. "I wanna take you to a club."
"Whoa- a club?" Natalie said, suddenly nervous at the surprising suggestion.
"That okay?" he asked, stopping. She didn't want to seem like she was too much of a prude, but she had never been in a club before. She didn't really know how to act in a club. All she knew was from TV, and all that ever told her was that clubs were loud. But, not wanting to look like a dork, she smiled brightly and nodded.
"Yeah, sure! A club is great!"
"Cool," Brian said, starting down the street again. Natalie swallowed hard. She had kind of hoped that they could at least talk, you know, get to know each other, because all she knew of this guy was that he worked in a coffee shop and was charming. But the closer they got to the club, and the louder the thumping bass rose, she realized it was never gonna happen.
Brian paid the cover for the both of them, and Natalie got to use her fake ID for something other than work. Well, Uncle Sam kept harping on Dad that he wanted her to have real life teenager experiences. Chalk one up for Uncle Sam.
The club was exactly what Natalie had feared- loud, crowded, dark, flashing colored lighting, and there was the rather unpleasant smell of body odor combined with Axe Spray. The smelly cloud threatened to choke her. Brian seized a hold of her hand and pulled her towards the bar. He ordered something from the tall, very skinny blonde bartender, then turned back to her. She could see his lips asking her a question, but she couldn't hear what the hell he was saying over the loud music. She gestured that she couldn't hear, and he jerked his thumb over towards the bartender, and then looked at her expectantly. Oh. He was asking her what she wanted to drink, duh. She shook her head, indicating that she was good. Dean would be pissed if she came home with alcohol on her breath. It was one thing for them to have an occasional beer together at home- it was another for her to be out drinking on her own. And in a situation like this, she didn't really want to drink, anyways. She was already feeling weird enough.
The bartender handed Brian a bottle. She quickly caught Natalie's eye, but Natalie only had the chance to register the beautiful lotus blossom tattoo on the lady's arm before Brian pulled her onto the dance floor.
Whoa. Holy shit. She wasn't expecting this in the slightest. She didn't dance. None of the Winchesters freaking danced. But Brian pulled her in close and started moving to the rhythm of the music. There were so many bodies out on the floor that she couldn't really help but do anything else but go along with it.
After about three songs, she had had enough. She reached up and tapped Brian's chest. He opened his eyes, as if he was surprised that she was breaking his 'zone', but looked down to see what she wanted. She gestured behind herself, begging him to understand her charades, because there was no way she could scream over this level of sound. He looked taken aback for a moment, but just nodded.
This time, she latched onto his arm and dragged him through the crowd, as far away from those damned speakers as she could get. The sound was more muffled in this little side room, which was full of cigarette smoke and people wrapped around each other, taking advantage of the darkness. Okay, maybe this wasn't the best choice of place to get off the dance floor, but it was either this or leave the club, and since they'd only been here about 15 minutes, Natalie didn't think that was really an option.
"Sorry," she said to Brian, still having to shout a bit to be heard. "I just …needed a break, you know?"
"It's okay, baby, I get it," Brian said, running a hand down her arm. "So. This place is pretty cool, huh?" He grinned at her, suddenly reminding her of those club rat characters from SNL.
She slapped on a fake smile. "It's…loud!"
"What?"
"Uh, cool. It's really cool."
"Sorry, I can't always hear in here- it's so loud."
"Yeah- I got that."
Just then, a full figured woman in a tight black tee shirt, jeans, and a white apron sided up next to them. "Well, hi Brian," she said, ignoring Natalie completely. "Didn't think I'd see you here again this week."
"Hey Midge," he said, slapping her on the shoulder like she'd given a friendly greeting instead of a cold one. "Good to see you too." The waitress named Midge rolled her eyes.
"Don't you think it's a little unwise for you to be here?" she said, leaning into Brian, effectively causing Natalie to take a step back so as not to get stepped on.
Brian gave her a patronizing grin. "Please. Don't you worry your pretty little head about this, okay? We're good," and with that, he pulled Natalie close in by his side, giving Midge a grin. Natalie gave an awkward little wave under the waitress's cold gaze, not knowing the protocol here. Midge just sniffed once, looked Natalie up and down, making her feel like a five year old, then turned her attention back to Brian. She seemed to want to say something, then shook her head with a huff, turned on her heel, and walked away.
"Uhhhh…" Natalie said, carefully extracting herself from Brian's arm and standing in front of him again. "What was that?" she asked, trying to sound casual. He just shrugged nonchalantly and stepped in closer.
"Nothing you need to worry about."
"Seems like you're a regular here," she said, taking a slight step back.
"Oh yeah, I'm here all the time. Midge is an old friend- she just gets worried that I'm going to steal away all the hot girls from her. She's into that kind of thing."
"Ah," Natalie said, not believing his story for a second, but not wanting to challenge him, especially on unfamiliar territory. She rubbed her sweaty palms on the legs of her jeans and tried to regroup. "So, uh, tell me a little bit about yourself."
Brian blinked as if she'd just asked him to recite the Gettysburg Address from memory. "What? Why?" he asked, clearly confused. She couldn't help but chuckle.
"Isn't that what people normally do on a first date?" she asked back. He looked surprised, but then nodded.
"Okay, yeah, sure. So I work at the coffee shop-"
"Oh, is that where I know you from?"
He grinned that grin that had been floating through her mind all day. "You're funny. I like that." She bit her lip a little as he continued. "I graduated two years ago, and my dad wanted me to go to college, but I said screw that- I'm going to be a famous athlete."
"Oh- you play a sport?"
"I skateboard. I'm going to be the next Tony Hawk." He nodded his head proudly. "I was in two different competitions this year alone."
Having absolutely no frame of reference for that, Natalie just nodded. "Oh, that's great!" she said, feigning enthusiasm. "What did you place?"
"Fourth in one of them. Didn't place in the other. But it's just because the judges were biased. I'm awesome." Before Natalie had to come up with a witty and clever response to that nonsense, suddenly Midge was back. Natalie was actually happy for the interruption.
"Brian, been meaning to give you something," she said loudly, again, completely ignoring Natalie yet again. "I found it at the mall yesterday, thought it was perfect for you. Come into the back room and get it." Brian just nodded. Before Natalie could say anything, Midge turned to her. "You stay here," she said forcefully, before snatching Brian's arm and pulling him away, leaving Natalie standing all alone against the wall of some creepy club that she didn't even know existed twenty minutes ago.
Well, fuck that.
Natalie gave them a ten second lead before she started following. Years of stealth training in how to follow your target instantly snapped into place, and she suddenly found herself weaving easy through the throbbing mass of people. She raised an eyebrow, wondering why she hadn't thought of this before. Her eyes were locked on Midge as the woman shoved people aside to get to the break room of the bar. Natalie was surprised that no one was complaining, but apparently this thing happened all the time from the way everyone seemed to be taking it. She waited until they had entered the room, then she crept up next to the doorframe. She heard the unmistakable slam of another door. Were they going out to the back alley? Was this some sort of way to get Brian away from Natalie? A flash of rejection washed through her. Maybe Brian was bored with her and had given Midge some signal to get him out of there?
Natalie refocused- Dean was always on her case to do that anyway- and silently slipped into the room. She made her way over to the door that led outside, trying to brace herself for what she might hear. She plugged her ear that was facing the club in an effort to drown out the music, and pressed her other ear to the door.
"Midge, why did we need to come out here for you to give me this?"
"Because you can't hear for shit in that place, and I wanted to tell you why I got you this. Here. Open it."
The crinkling of something that sounded like paper. "Wow. This is really sweet, girl! Thank you!"
"I saw it and thought of you. Thought you might want to wear it as a token of good luck at your next competition."
"I totally will."
"So- who's that girl you're in there with?"
"Hm? Oh, her. She's a chick I met at the coffee shop."
"How long have you known her?"
"Just met her today."
"Yeah, that's what I thought. What about Lauren?"
Pause. "What about her?"
"Never mind. Hey. I have to get back to work, but will you try that thing on now?"
"Why?"
"I just wanna see it."
"Okay. Don't know how I'll look walking back into the club with a gold scarf on, but what the hell."
Natalie's senses went into overdrive. Another chick. Gold scarf. Motherfucker.
Before she could even register what was happening, Natalie burst through the door, whipping her .45 out from her lower back where she always kept it. She immediately trained the weapon on Midge, who had jumped back from Brian in surprise upon being interrupted. Both of them took in Natalie' weapon with wide eyes. Midge threw up her hands, shocked at the sight of the gun.
"Whoa, Natalie, what the fuck?" Brian said, his eyes wide as saucers. "You were packing? In the club?"
"Brian, drop the scarf," Natalie said in a low, commanding voice, her eyes never leaving Midge as she slowly moved to get a better stance. Brian looked down at the scarf in his hands, then looked back up at Natalie, completely confused.
"Wait, what? Why should I? It was a gift. And…okay, what the hell? Why are you pointing a gun at Midge?" he suddenly shouted, as if just registering what was actually happening.
"Look, just trust me, okay?" Natalie shouted back, taking him by surprise. "She's not who she says she is." Midge's eyes narrowed at the girl and her lips seemed to form a snarl.
"What are you talking about? That's my friend, that's Midge," he said stupidly, still holding the scarf. Seeing that the idiot wasn't going to drop the golden scarf, Natalie knew she had no choice but to strike the match. She glared at the woman with everything she had in her.
"Why don't you tell Brian who you really are? Medea?" she said in a clear, no nonsense voice. At hearing that, the woman gave a sound like a harpy's scream, threw her hands up in the air, and disappeared with a sudden fiery flash.
Recovering quickly from the sudden brightness of the flames, Natalie's eyes scanned the alleyway up and down. It was just the two of them. Medea was gone. She noticed that Brian had finally dropped the scarf. In shock, she supposed. He was staring, open mouthed, at the spot where Medea had just vanished.
"Wh-what the fuck? Where's Midge?" he said, stammering. "Did she explode?"
Trying to chalk that one up to shock and not stupidity, Natalie swallowed her sarcastic retort and dropped her gun to her side. "Are you okay?" she asked, taking a step towards him. She was concerned there was damage from him holding that damned scarf. "Let me see your hands." Obediently, not knowing really what else to do, he turned his palms towards her. She carefully examined them, then let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, it doesn't seem like there was any damage. That scarf that-" she didn't get any further before Brian lunged forward and kissed her.
Her eyes went wide at the sudden onslaught of his lips. She quickly pulled back from him. "Whoa, buddy, what are you doing there?" she asked, taking a step back from him.
He stepped in, invading her space again, much to her annoyance. "I don't know what that was, and I don't know what happened, but I think we just had a brush with death, little lady."
"That wasn't really a brush with death, that was-"
"And all I want to do right now is celebrate that we're alive, you know?" Brian said, completely interrupting her and going in again aggressively for another kiss. This time, Natalie put her hands on his chest and pushed to stop him.
"Whoa, Brian, BRIAN!" she yelled, as he pushed against her again, trying to kiss her. He finally stopped, then rubbed his hands along her arms. She immediately felt disgusted by the gesture. "Don't..don't do that."
"What's the matter, baby? You just saved me- that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"Are you freaking nuts?!"
"C'mon. Let's just go wild. After a night like this, I think we both deserve it." He stepped in again, but this time, Natalie put one hand firmly on his chest. The look on her face told him she wasn't messing around.
"Look," she snarled. "I don't know why the hell running into something like that gets you off, but you need to know one thing right now. I'm not that kind of girl, and that is NOT going to happen. You got me?"
Brian took a step back from her and looked offended. "What do you mean? I thought you'd be totally down for this. I mean, I only asked you out because you looked easy."
Natalie's jaw dropped. "EXCUSE ME?" she roared at him. He shrugged and curled his lip at her.
"What? It's a compliment."
"On what planet is that a compliment?"
He stepped forward again, this time in anger. "Look. Tons of girls want to get with this. You're lucky that I chose you. Now, is this gonna happen or not?" He made the mistake of stepping closer to Natalie and reaching out to stroke her cheek.
With her free hand, she grabbed the joint of his thumb, and bent it back toward his wrist, causing him to yelp with the sudden and immediate pain of the wristlock. She stepped in closer to him as the pain dropped him to his knees.
"Listen up, cupcake," she snarled in a voice that she had inherited straight from Dean Winchester. "You EVER- EVER try to touch me again? I will remove your balls and shove them so far down your throat you'll be shitting your own pubes. You got me?" She pressed the pressure point harder, and he howled. She took that for a yes. "And if I ever find out that you even tried to pressure anyone else into doing something they don't want to, rest assured, I will find you and I will end you. YOU UNDERSTAND?" she roared as she bent his hand practically in half. He screamed. She let him go with a shove that landed him on his back in the filthy alleyway. "Now get out of here before I really show you what I can do."
Brian scrambled up to his feet, cradling his injured hand. "Fucking bitch!" he spat at her. "You're too ugly and fucked up for me anyways," he shouted as he stumbled for the door to the club.
"You keep telling yourself that princess," she snarled back, denying that his words had stung her, just a little. "Make sure to tell those sluts in that club that a girl beat you up, okay?" she shouted at him as he practically fell through the door. She heard the lock click. She exhaled heavily.
Suddenly, from the other end of the alley, a small noise caught her ears. Her hunter's instincts made her turn immediately in that direction. A pair of eyes greeted her. Bringing her gun in place in front of her, she locked in on those eyes.
Alright, she grimly thought to herself. Round two.
