Simply put, there's a vast ocean of shit you people don't know shit about. Rick knows every fine grain of said shit. . .and then some.

-Abraham Ford; from The Walking Dead

Billie let out a huff as she glanced back at Leonard. He was still unconscious, naturally, and in the same position from before. His breathing was deep and steady, and the blue hand print on his neck didn't fade even a little. For Billie, whenever she'd look back at her handiwork, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of pride deep within her. She essentially had control over other people, putting them into such a deep comatose state, she could do whatever she wanted to them. Of course, the only thing she did want was to feed, and it had been a long while since she was allowed to.

Glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside table, Billie let out a thoughtful hum.

He won't be here for another couple hours, she thought. I'll get a little snack in now. At least that way I won't be so pissy later.

Smirking, Billie went over to her duffel bag again and started rummaging inside. She paused for a moment when her fingers touched the familiar object before taking it out. It was a blood drawing kit, a brand new one at that. Attaching the needle and tubing to the blood bag, Billie felt a sense of accomplishment wash over her as she made her way over to Leonard's body. She put her materials down for a moment to grab one of his arms, her eyes occasionally flicking over to the werewolf's face. His expression looked relaxed yet focused, as if he was truly straining against something. It was an expression Billie was accustomed to seeing. Plenty of the people she put under looked like they were having an internal struggle, and she had an understanding as to why. Billie's abilities made it so all her victims experienced their worst fears — a never-ending loop of their deepest nightmares.

She got a taste of what scared Leonard. She brought those fears right to the surface and intended to make him experience them over and over until she had him wake up. But, of course, she needed a little extra from him.

"A little snack for the road," she said.*

Tapping the inside of his elbow, Billie studied his arm carefully. She was keeping watch for any veins that may pop out more. That was the important thing. If she intended to feed, she was going to do it right. Billie had no intention of making a mess out of her meal. Of course, she knew it was going to be a bit of a problem if she didn't have anything to tie around his arm, but she felt her limited time meant she had to improvise. Once a vein came into view, more prominent compared to the others, Billie quickly grabbed the needle and slowly stuck it into Leonard's arm. It took a minute and a bit of adjustment, but the blood started to flow more freely and filled up the blood bag.

Thank God, Billie thought. The deep red liquid was a comforting sight for her, reminding her that she'll be able to at least make it through the next couple weeks. And even though the blood bag itself was a bit on the small side, it didn't matter. It would still provide enough nutrients for the young djinn.

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It took about half an hour for the blood bag to even get half full before Billie considered it good. She needed to get Leonard all patched up before her companion arrived. Needless to say, he'd notice right away what had been done; and, needless to say, he'd be thoroughly pissed. He didn't like the idea of Billie's victims being poked or prodded; he wanted them to remain in-tact so, should the victims be released unharmed, they don't get all concerned and paranoid on what happened physically. But, in the end, it didn't really matter what the victims wanted in the long run. They usually never made it out alive.

Leaning over Leonard's arm, Billie pressed one hand on his forearm while her other carefully removed the needle. Once it was out, the wound quickly started bleeding, and she had to hurry into the motel bathroom to get some paper towels. Quickly returning to the bed, Billie pressed the paper towels on his arm, noticing how quickly the blood was seeping through. She kept one hand on the paper towels, keeping it firmly pressed against Leonard's skin. The other went to the blood kit. She used her free hand to pick up the needle and quickly wipe it against her tank top. She needed to get her feeding started, and she had to do it quickly. After making a couple adjustments, Billie angled her free arm to put the needle in. It stung, even burned a little, but it was fulfilling its purpose. The young djinn could feel Leonard's blood going in her, slowly but surely. Letting out a sigh of relief, she eased herself down on the bed, laying beside Leonard. She kept her free arm behind her head and her other one stretched out, allowing easier access to the blood.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Billie felt a wave of emotions wash over her. She could only hope the dirty little secrets Leonard McCoy had could help move things forward. Things have been moving far too slow for Billie's liking, and she needed a change of pace.

Looking over at the blood bag, Billie let out a soft sigh. It would probably be a while until he arrived, and it would probably take some time before her feeding came to an end, so it was probably good that she get some rest. It's not like she or Leonard were going anywhere.

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A sharp knock woke Billie out of her slumber. Her eyes were blurry and her mind groggy. Letting out a whimper, she slowly sat herself up and blinked away the exhaustion in her eyes. There was a haze in her mind, one that just wouldn't go away. Another sharp knock caused Billie to jump a little, her stomach knotting up anxiously. Quickly down at the bed, she could see Leonard in the same spot as before, with a bruise forming on his arm where his blood was drawn. Looking at her arm, the young djinn could see the needle was still in but most of Leonard's blood was already gone. On top of that, the inside of her arm was starting to bruise from where the needle was put in. Quickly pulling it out, Billie wrapped her blood bag up and threw it in her duffel bag.

Another knock came from outside, causing Billie to scowl. "I'm coming," she snapped. Keeping her arms wrapped around her body, she hurried to the door and opened it. Billie let out a small huff when she saw the sharp look on his face. "About time you showed up," she exclaimed, stepping aside to let him in. "What took you so long?"

"You know how long it takes to get from Sioux Falls to here?" His response was short, showing his obvious irritation. Billie rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind him. "It's pretty damn long, I'll tell you that."

"Yeah, I'm sure," Billie grumbled. "Look, I got him for you. Can't we just get this over with?"

Turning to give her a heated look, he grumbled something under his breath before looking over at Leonard's body. Billie paid close attention to her companion's movements, to his facial expressions — he was a smart guy, he could pick up on things quickly. When a low hum escaped his mouth, the young djinn fidgeted a little where she stood as he took a couple steps towards the body.

"Did you feed on him?" he exclaimed, looking over at Billie.

"I was hungry," she snapped. "I tried my best to leave him alone, but I couldn't."

"Unbelievable," he scoffed. "How could you be so reckless? Wasn't he drunk?"

"Tipsy." Billie glared at him. "I'm already feeling those effects. And sorry if I hadn't fed properly in a while."

Running a hand over his face, he shook his head. Frustration radiated off of him in thick waves. He tried his best to be patient with Billie, but sometimes she did things that could potentially put her at risk. A supernatural hunting the supernatural? It was rare; extremely rare. Humans, at least ones who knew better, were typical hunters in society's underground.

"Let's just get this over with," he grumbled.

"Look, I'm sorry about this, Bobby," Billie sighed.

Holding a hand up, Bobby shook his head. "We'll discuss it later," he stated. "We need to get him awake and get this over with."

"I'll get his arms if you get his legs."

With a nod, Bobby and Billie walked over to the bed and moved Leonard around to it would be easier to pick him up. When the two picked him up, they shuffled over to the door. Bobby put Leonard's legs down and opened the door, then picked his legs up and they made their way out.

"My car's this way," Bobby grumbled, nodding his head a bit to the left. Billie nodded in return.

The two ended up shuffling over to a rusty old truck. "Should we put him in the back?" Billie asked.

"Yeah," Bobby said. "We'll have to cover him up."

Billie nodded in response. "Do you have everything ready for when he wakes up?" she pressed.

"That's why it took me so long," he exclaimed. "I needed to make sure everything was ready."

"Great."

When the two made their way over to Bobby's truck — a rusted old vehicle — they both adjusted Leonard in their arms so that way Bobby could open the back of his vehicle and shove him inside. It took a few minutes of struggling, but they managed to get him inside.

"Why don't you get your things together and I'll get this all taken care of," Bobby suggested.

"Alright," Billie said; she turned herself to go back to her motel room. "I'll be a few minutes, okay?"

Bobby nodded and started working on how to cover Leonard's body.

(A/N):

First off, sorry for the wait on this chapter. Hopefully you guys found it decent. If you have any questions or ideas for improvement, don't hesitate to PM me or leave a review. I'd appreciate it.

Do I own anything in the Supernatural fandom? No. No I don't. All I own are my OCs, my subplots, and the laptop I'm typing on. If you've got ideas for OCs or subplots, be sure to PM me or leave a review. I'll add them in as soon as possible.

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Skye Dominguez