Hey all...sorry it took so long to write...but here's the next instalment..enjoy.
Dean woke up slowly, savouring the warm body in his arms. It had been a few weeks since the beginning of their new sleeping arrangements. The first couple of nights, Selene had found excuses to join him, but after that it seemed one wasn't required, and Dean was more then willing to have an excuse to hold the demon close.
Selene snuggled closer to Dean's warmth, pressing her back further into his chest. Normally she would have been up before the first rays of sunlight hit the window, but the heat radiating from his body, made her too comfortable and relaxed to want to move. Dean smiled slightly, as he rested his chin on her shoulder, breathing her scent in. Sighing to herself, Selene groaned as she slid out of Dean's embrace and made her way to the kitchen. It was time to start breakfast.
Dean's stomach began to rumble loudly as the smell of Selene's cooking reached his nose. Groaning slightly, Dean shifted further under the covers. It was too cold to get out of bed if he didn't have to, besides, Selene always brought the brothers breakfast in bed.
Sam sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as Selene walked over with a tray of food. He accepted his with a grateful smile before tucking in while Selene moved to wake Dean. Smirking to herself, Selene ripped the covers back, exposing his shivering form to the crisp morning air.
Dean ripped the covers from her hands, pulling them back up his body as he sat up. Giving him an infuriatingly superior smile, Selene tousled his hair quickly before handing him his breakfast. Grabbing her clothes, Selene made for the bathroom, meaning she would have first shower.
Still grumbling about his wake-up call, Dean began to throw his gear into his bag. They were heading to Chicago, Illinois to check out possible demonic activity. Stowing their luggage, the trio took to the road, Dean still sending Selene dirty looks in the mirror.
Dean pulled the car up outside an apartment building. Sam and Dean stepped out. They had Selene behind, or more, Dean had refused to let her come when she'd fallen off the bed from laughing so hard at their costumes. Dean winced in memory of her laughter as he glanced down at his navy overalls. Grabbing a toolbox from the trunk of his car, Dean made his way over to the apartment, Sam right behind him. "All right, Dean," Sam sighed, "This is the place."
"You know," Dean remarked, "I've gotta say Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork." Dean suddenly turned to Sam, smiling. "What was that play that you did?" Dean asked, "What was it…Our Town. Yeah, you were good, it was cute." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. Why did he have to bring that up? "Look," Sam grumbled, "You wanna pull this off or not?"
"I'm just sayin'," Dean replied, "These outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?" Sam gave his brother an odd look. "Whose?" Sam asked, wondering what planet his brother was from. "Ours," Dean retorted, "You think credit card fraud is easy?"
Sam and Dean entered an apartment with the assistance of the landlady. "Thanks for lettin' us look around," Sam told her, giving her a polite smile. The landlady nodded slightly. "Well," she reasoned, "The police said they were done with the place, so…." She and Sam moved further into the room while Dean turned to close the door. Dean's eyes took in the broken chain on the door, before he followed Sam into the living room, staring at the blood splattered carpet. "You guys said you were with the alarm company?" the landlady asked. "That's right," Dean replied.
"Well, no offence," she told them, "But your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man." Dean glanced at Sam. "Well, that's why we're here," Dean countered, "To see what went wrong and stop it from happening again."
"Now," Sam cut in, "Ma'am, you found the body?" The landlady nodded to the brothers. "Yeah," she told them. Sam leant in a little closer to the landlady, giving her his full attention. "Right after it happened?" he asked. The landlady shook her head, staring at Sam's face. "No," she replied, "Few days later. Meredith's work called-she hadn't shown up. I knocked on the door. That's when I noticed the smell." Dean made his presence known. "Any windows open?" Dean asked, "Any sign of break-in?"
"No," the landlady replied, "Windows were locked, front door was bolted. Chain was on the door, we had to cut it just to get in." Dean's eyebrows twitched together as he contemplated this information. "And the alarm was still on?" Dean asked. The landlady nodded. "Like I said," she told them, "Bang-up job your company's doin'."
"Mmhmm," Dean replied, non-committedly, "You see any overturned furniture, broken glass, signs of struggle?" The landlady shook her head. She hadn't seen anything unusual about the place, except for the body. "Everything was in perfect condition," she replied, "Except Meredith."
Sam coughed slightly. "And what condition was Meredith in?" he asked. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like the answer. "Meredith was all over," the landlady replied, "In pieces. The guy who killed her must have been some kind of a whack job. But I tell you, if I didn't know any better, I'd have said a wild animal did it." Dean gave Sam a knowing look.
"Ma'am," Sam asked, "Do you mind if we take some time? Give this place a once-over?" The landlady stared at his polite face. She liked his genial and courteous manner. "Oh," she replied, "Well, go right ahead. Knock yourself out."
Dean watched her leave before whipping the EMF meter out the tool box. "So," Dean muttered, as he began to scan the apartment, "A killer walks in and out of the apartment…no weapons, no prints, nothin'." Sam smirked wryly at his brother. "I'm tellin' ya," Sam told him, "The minute I found that article, I knew this was our kind of gig." Dean's eyes widened as the EMF started to beep urgently.
"I think I agree with you," Dean replied, regarding his brother, while keeping an eye on the equipment. "So," Sam asked, wandering through the apartment, "You talked to the cops?" Dean wandered off in the opposite direction to search, a sly smirk slowly adorning his face. "Uh, yeah," Dean replied, "I spoke to Amy, a, uh, charming, perky officer of the law." Sam stopped his search to stare at his brother. Why did he get the feeling that his brother had found out more information about 'Amy's' bra size then anything useful? "Yeah?" Sam asked, dreading the answer, "What'd you find out?"
Dean sighed to himself. "Well," Dean replied proudly, "She's a Sagittarius. She loves tequila, I mean…wow. Oh, and she's got this little tattoo…" Sam rolled his eyes before cutting his brother off. "Dean!" Sam reprimanded.
"What?" Dean whined, before continuing on, looking slightly sheepish, "Yeah. Uh, nothin' we don't already know. Except for one thing they're keepin' out of the papers." Sam's eyebrows rose. "Hm?" he asked, wondering if he'd heard correctly.
"Meredith's heart was missing," Dean repeated. Sam stood, staring in shock at his brother. "Her heart?" Sam asked, still not really believing that her heart had been taken. "Yeah," Dean repeated once more, "Her heart." Sam nodded, slowly digesting the information. "So," Sam asked, "What do you think did it to her?"
"Well," Dean replied, "The landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was…werewolf?" A faint tapping sound was heard, making the brothers look to the window. "No," Sam told him, making his way over to the window, "No werewolf, the lunar cycle's not right. Plus, if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of trace. It's probably a spirit."
Opening the window, Sam stood back to let Selene in. "Oh! Gross!" Selene cried out, shielding her nose with her hand, "Dean, did you have tacos again? Because, seriously, that's just foul." Dean glanced up from the blood stains he'd been staring at to give the demon a withering glare. "Oh, come on," Dean groaned.
"Hey," Selene smirked, "I'm not the one who gorged himself on out of date tacos, and then spent the night backfiring noxious fumes while making friends with the toilet." Sam bit his cheek to keep from laughing. If anyone could take Dean on, it was Selene. "It was not out of date," Dean snapped. It had been bad enough that he'd had a moment of weakness, but to display said weakness before the two people he regarded the highest, was painful. "It was too out of date," Selene spat, "There was even some furry, green mystery meat growing out of one of them."
In an attempt to hide his vulnerability, Dean focused his gaze back to the carpet. Dean's eyes widened. "See if you can find any masking tape around," Dean told Sam, not letting his gaze leave the floor.
Selene made her way over to stand behind Dean. "Hey," she murmured, just loud enough for him to hear, "I was just playing. This place really does reek, but this is the stench of death." Dean glanced over to see her still protecting her nose. "My nose is a little…over-sensitive," she replied, answering his unspoken question, "I guess the smell is a little over-whelming." Dean didn't reply.
Thinking he was mad at her, Selene glanced away, not noticing the clean rag Dean had pulled from his pocket. Tying a knot at the base of her neck, Dean shifted the fabric to cover her nose and mouth. Dean watched Selene's eyes sparkle, the only evidence of the smile hidden beneath the fabric. "Thanks," the demon replied, "But you still look like a dork in that outfit." Dean watched her eyes crinkle with laughter, before leaning forward to brush her ear with his lips. "Well," Dean replied, "If it looks so bad on me, why don't you help me remove it?" Dean began to wonder just how far he could take this with the blushing demon when a cough brought him out of his reverie.
Sam held the masking tape out to Dean, who snatched it from his grasp. Kneeling on the floor, he began to connect the blood stains with the tape. Once he was finished, he stood up so all three could study the symbol.
"Ever see that symbol before?" Sam asked, staring intently at the design before him. "Never," Dean replied, shaking his head to further confirm his statement. Sam sighed softly. "Me neither," Sam replied. Both brothers turned their gazes to Selene, who shook her head.
Sam entered a bar, noticing Selene over by one table, a glass of some green liquid in her hand, while Dean was chatting animatedly to a pretty bartender. Shaking his head, Sam made his way over to Selene. Seeing Sam enter the bar, Dean accepted one last drink, heading over to his brother. "So," Sam asked, "Find anything?" Selene grinned, although the smile never reached her eyes.
"Nothing pertaining to the case," Selene replied, "Although I have found out that I'm extremely partial to Absinthe." Selene tipped the green liquid down her throat, savouring the taste before opening her eyes to smile at Sam once more. Sam's eye widened when he saw the shot glasses on the table.
Sam was about to comment on the number of drinks she'd consumed, when Dean sat down opposite them. "I talked to the bartender," Dean told them. Sam opened the journal and began leafing through the pages while Selene downed another shot. "Did you get anything?" Sam asked, before wryly adding, "Besides her number?"
"Dude," Dean replied, "I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that." Sam stared at him knowingly. "All right, yeah," Dean chuckled, holding up a napkin with the bartender's number on it. "You mind doin' a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam asked, slightly perturbed.
"Huh?" Dean asked, "Look, there's nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died, so…what about that symbol, you find anything?"
"Nope," Sam replied, "Nothing. It wasn't in Dad's journal or in any of the usual books. I just have to dig a little deeper, I guess." Dean nodded slightly. Why couldn't this be an easy case? "Well, there was a first victim, right?" Dean asked, "Before Meredith?"
"Right. Yeah," Sam replied, pulling an old newspaper clipping out. "His name was, uh…his name was Ben Swardstrom." He handed the clipping to Dean. "Last month he was found mutilated in his town house," Sam told him, "Same deal…the door was locked, the alarm was on."
"Is there any connection between the two of them?" Dean asked, hoping for more clues. Sam shook his head. "Not that I can tell," Sam replied, "I mean, not yet, at least. Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common…they were practically from different worlds."
"So," Dean remarked, "To recap, the only successful Intel we've scored so far is the bartender's phone number." Dean's smirk was wiped from his face as Selene stood and walked over to the bar. "Dean," Sam murmured just loud enough for his brother's ears, "I think you need to talk to Selene."
Dean eyed his brother curiously. "Why?" he asked, "She seems fine to me." Sam pointed to the shot glasses on the table. "'Cause she's had nine shots of Absinthe," Sam retorted. Dean's eyebrows rose. "Wow," Dean replied, "Who'd have thought she had it in her. I think she just knocked Amy and her Tequila back a couple of rungs."
About to argue with his brother some more, Sam stopped, spotting something across the room. "What?" Dean asked, looking behind him. Sam stood and began to walk away. "Sam?" Dean called out as Sam continued to walk.
Sam finally reached another table where a woman with short, blonde hair was seated. Placing his hand on her shoulder, she spun to face him. "Meg," Sam smiled, glad to see her familiar face. "Sam!" she replied, returning his smile.
"Oh great," Selene muttered to herself, "If Dean's womanising wasn't bad enough…now we have the return of 'Blondie'." Selene turned back to face the bartender. "Better make that a double," Selene told her.
"Sam! Is that you?" Meg asked, "Oh, my God!" She stood up to greet him, hugging him for a moment, before standing back to gaze at him. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "I'm just in town," Sam told her, "Visiting friends." Meg began to look around expectantly. "Where are they?" she asked.
"Well," Sam lied, "They're not here right now, but what about you, Meg? I thought you were goin' to California." Dean walked up to stand behind Sam, wondering who the girl was. "Oh, I did," Meg replied, "I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what's-his-name, something Michael Murray at a bar." Sam looked at her inquiringly for a moment. "Who?" Sam asked.
"Oh, it doesn't matter," Meg replied, "Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while." Dean cleared his throat loudly and pointed, trying to draw his brother's attention. "You're from Chicago?" Sam asked, not hearing his brother.
"No, Massachusetts," Meg replied, "Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?" Sam smiled happily. He was glad he'd met up with Meg again. "Yeah, I know," Sam replied, "I thought I'd never see you again." Meg nodded slightly, before grinning. "Well, I'm glad you were wrong," she replied. Dean cleared his throat again, louder this time. "Dude, cover your mouth," Meg spat at Dean.
"Yeah, um, I'm sorry," Sam muttered sheepishly, "Meg. This is, uh…this is my brother, Dean." Meg glanced at Dean, slightly surprised. Smirking to herself, Selene crept closer to the trio. She knew what Meg had been told about Dean, and she couldn't wait to see the fireworks that would ignite. "This is Dean?" Meg asked. Dean gave her one of his charming smiles that always seemed to score him at least a phone number. "Yeah," Sam replied.
"So, you've heard of me?" Dean asked, still smiling. Selene bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Oh, yeah," Meg spat at him, "I've heard of you. Nice…the way you treat your brother like luggage." Dean's smile fell, and he began to glance between Sam and Meg, confusion evident on his face. "Sorry?" he asked.
"Why don't you let him do what he wants to do?" Meg told him bitterly, "Stop dragging him over God's green earth." Sam hadn't wanted his brother to know what he'd said about him during their fight, and to prevent him from hearing any more, he cut Meg off. "Meg," he told her soothingly, "It's all right."
The three stood for a moment before Dean whistled lowly. "Okay, awkward," Dean muttered, "I'm gonna get a drink now." Dean began to walk away, throwing Sam a puzzled look.
"Sam, I'm sorry," Meg told him, "It's just…the way you told me he treats you...if it were me, I'd kill him." Sam's gaze flicked over to the bar, where his brother was chatting to the bartender once more. "It's all right," Sam told her, "He means well." Meg nodded.
"Well, we should hook up while you're in town," Meg told him, trying to lighten the conversation. Sam smiled appreciatively at her. "Yeah," he replied, nodding vigorously. "I'll show you a hell of a time," Meg told him, with a sly wink.
"You know what," Sam told her, "That sounds great. Why don't you, uh…why don't you give me your number?" Sam whipped out his phone, preparing to add Meg's number to his contacts. "312-555-0143," Meg replied, allowing enough time between numbers for Sam to enter them. "You know what, I never got your last name," Sam told her. "Masters," Meg replied.
"Masters?" Sam asked, his fingers slowly adding the new information into his phone. Meg nodded. "So, you better call," she told him, leaving no doubt that she expected a phone call. "Scout's Honour," Sam replied, his fingers finished programming her details into his phone. "I hope to see you around, Sam," Meg told him. Sam smiled warmly as he began to walk away.
Selene caught up to Sam as he was about to leave the bar. "I don't trust her," Selene told him. Sam froze in mid-step, turning to face the demon. "You've never even met her," Sam replied, slightly angry at her statement. "Actually I have," Selene snapped, "Or did you forget about the little, black cat sitting under you table at the bus station?" She nodded at Sam's silence. "That's what I thought," Selene spat, "Why is it so easy for the both of you to completely forget my existence?"
Selene slammed the door open, storming off into the night before Sam even had a chance to blink. Sam stepped outside in pursuit of the demon when Dean's hand grabbed his shoulder. "Who the hell was she?" Dean asked. Sam glanced around. Finding no trace of Selene, he sighed, resigning himself to defend his actions. "I don't really know," Sam replied as they made their way over to the car, "I only met her once. Meeting up with her again? I don't know, man, it's weird."
"And what was she saying?" Dean asked, still extremely angry that his brother had spoken about him that way, "I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitchin' about me to some chick?" Sam hung his head, still walking resolutely towards the car. "Look," Sam replied, "I'm sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. But that's not important, just listen…"
"Well, is there any truth to what she's saying?" Dean snapped, wondering if there was any truth behind the statement, "I mean, am I keeping you against your will, Sam?" Sam shook his head. "No," Sam replied, "Of course not. Now, would you listen?" Dean glared at him sullenly. "What?" he asked.
"I think there's somethin' strange going on here, Dean," Sam told him. Dean nodded to that one. "Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me," Dean replied, a little put out that his smile hadn't done the trick. Maybe he was losing his touch. "No, man," Sam told him, "I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead." Dean glanced at his brother. "Why do you say that?" he asked.
"I met Meg a while ago," Sam told him, "Literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You don't think that's a little weird?" Dean shrugged. "I don't know, random coincidence," Dean replied, "It happens."
"Yeah, it happens," Sam acknowledged, "But not to us. Look, I could be wrong, I'm just sayin' that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on." Dean began to smirk at his brother.
"Well, I bet you'd like to," Dean remarked, "I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you've got a thing for her, huh?" Sam rolled his eyes, laughing slightly. "Maybe you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" Dean continued, pointing to his head as he grinned.
"Do me a favour," Sam asked his brother, "Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts, and see if you can't dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor." Dean nodded, he had already made plans to do just that, before facing his brother. "What are you gonna do?" Dean asked, wondering why his resident 'Geek Boy' as he'd labelled him, wasn't doing his own research. "I'm gonna watch Meg," Sam replied. "Yeah, you are," Dean retorted sarcastically, laughing at his brother.
"I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry." Sam replied, suppressing the need to deck his brother. "All right, you little pervert," Dean remarked, still walking to the car. "Dude," Sam cried out. Sam's intentions were honourable, unlike his brother's. Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm goin', I'm goin'," Dean told him, crossing the street, as Sam made his way back inside the bar. Since Sam would want the car, Dean resigned himself to walking back to their apartment.
"I don't like her," Selene's voice came from the shadows, making Dean stop. "We need to follow Sam," the demon continued as she stepped into the light. Dean rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the slight stabbing pain he felt in his chest. "Look," Dean snapped, "Just because you're jealous that Sam found someone he likes is no reason to rope me into this."
Selene's eyes flashed with anger. "My instincts are screaming that there is something seriously wrong about her," she replied, "I learnt to trust my instincts. They've kept me alive so far." Dean felt something begin to bubble through his blood. His gaze snapped to her. "Listen Selene," Dean ground out through clenched teeth, "That's not your 'instincts', that's just jealousy. So deal with it."
Selene allowed a single tear to fall down her cheek as she watched him walk away. He only ever called her 'Selene' when he was really angry. "But…how can I be jealous," Selene whispered to the wind, "When Sam's not the one…I like."
Dean faced the computer, pulling up files on Meg and the unknown symbol. Sighing, he picked up his phone, dialling Sam's number. Sitting in Dean's car, Sam picked up his phone, his gaze fixed on an apartment window. "Hey," Sam greeted.
"Let me guess," Dean smirked, "You're lurkin' outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?" Sam silently cursed his brother's intuition. It was a great thing to have when they faced demons, but now was a time he really despised it. "No," Sam replied. Dean waited patiently for his brother's real response. Sam rolled his eyes. "Yes," he ground out.
"You've got a funny way of showin' your affection," Dean told his brother. Sam ignored his brother's comment. "Did you find anything on her or what?" Sam asked, trying to steer the conversation in another direction.
"Sorry, man," Dean told her, "She checks out. There is a Meg Masters in the Andover phonebook. I even pulled up her high school photo. Now, look, why don't you go knock on her door and, uh, invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?" Sam ignored his brother once more. "What about the symbol?" Sam asked, "Any luck?"
"Yeah, that I did have some luck with," Dean told him, looking down to relay his research to his brother, "It's, uh…turns out it's Zoroastrian. Very, very old school, like two thousand years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva." Sam stared blankly at the phone. "What's a Daeva?" Sam asked, wondering where his brother had found out about something like this.
"It translates to 'demon of darkness'," Dean replied, "Zoroastrian demons, and they're savage, animalistic, you know, nasty attitudes…kind of like, uh, demonic pit bulls." Sam's eyebrows rose. "How'd you figure that out?" Sam asked. His money was on Selene pulling up the information. "Give me some credit, man," Dean whined, "You don't have a corner on paper chasin' around here." Now Sam was really suspicious. "Oh, yeah?" Sam asked, "Name the last book you read."
Dean sighed defeatedly. "No, I called Dad's friend, Caleb. He told me, all right?" Dean told him. "Yeah," Sam agreed. He knew Dean hadn't found the information on his own. He glanced out of the car window at Meg's bedroom. "Anyway, here's the thing," Dean continued, "These Daevas, they have to be summoned, conjured." Sam nodded slowly. "So, someone's controlling it?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, that's what I'm sayin'," Dean replied, "And, from what I gather, it's pretty risky business, too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And, uh, the arms, and torsos." Sam still stared fixatedly at Meg's bedroom window, wondering why such a creature would be sent after the victims. "So, what do they look like?" Sam asked.
"Well, nobody knows," Dean replied, "But nobody's seen 'em for a couple of millennia. I mean, summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. I think we've got a major player in town. Now, why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?" Sam's eye narrowed. "Bite me," Sam snapped.
"No, bite her," Dean retorted, "Don't leave teeth marks, though…" Sam hung up. "Sam?" Dean called down the phone line, "Are you…?" Shaking his head, Dean hung up the phone. His brother was so easy to tease.
Sam shifted his gaze back to Meg's window. Seeing her in a black, lacy bra, Sam began to glance around uncomfortably. Just as Meg began to pull a T-shirt on, Sam was shocked back to his senses by a woman clearing her throat as she stared at him. "Oh, no, no, no, I'm just…" Sam began, realising just how bad his situation looked to the general public. "Pervert," she cried, walking away angrily.
Sam returned his gaze to Meg's window just as she left her apartment. She walked purposefully across the street. Once she was gone from view, Sam stepped out of the car and began to follow her.
Sam followed Meg until she entered a building. Slipping in after her, he began to glance around. Walking up a flight of stairs, he found a single door. He made an attempt to open the door, only to find it was locked. Looking around, Sam spied a broken-down elevator gate.
Entering the shaft, Sam began to climb, using the bars to gain a foothold as he scrambled up the bars. Reaching the top, Sam peered into a dimly lit room with a black alter residing in the middle. Sam slid down the bars silently when he saw Meg enter the room.
Meg reached the alter. Picking up a silver bowl, she began to swirl her finger in the contents, speaking an incantation in an ancient tongue. "I don't think you should come," Meg said, listening to a voice Sam couldn't hear, "Because the brothers, they're in town, I didn't know that" She waited for a reply. "Yes, sir," she accepted, waiting once more for instruction, "Yes, I'll be here…waiting for you."
Sam watched as Meg blew out the candles at the alter before leaving the room. Shifting along the bars, Sam slipped into the room. Walking over to the alter, Sam's eye wandered over the contents. Several human hearts were on display, as well as the Zoroastrian symbol, drawn in blood in the middle of the alter. "What the hell?" Sam murmured.
Sam raced back to his motel room as fast as he could. Entering the room, he began to search for his brother. "Dude, I gotta talk to you," both brothers told each other as soon as they spotted each other.
"So, hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva?" Dean asked, once Sam had explained what he'd seen. "Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing," Sam replied. "So, Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl," Dean chuckled as Sam rolled his eyes, "And what's the deal with that bowl again?"
"She was talking into it," Sam explained, "The way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone." Dean's eyebrows knotted together in thought. "With who?" Dean asked, "With the Daeva?"
"No," Sam replied, "You said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone who's comin' to that warehouse." Dean thought for a moment, his gaze shifted to the table. Dean's eyes widened as he spotted the files he'd been looking over earlier. "Holy crap," Dean cried out as he looked through the pages once more. "What?" Sam asked.
"What I was gonna tell you earlier," Dean replied, "I pulled a favour with my…" Dean cleared his throat, "friend, Amy, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims…we missed something the first time." Sam came over to read through the files. "What?" Sam asked.
"The first victim," Dean told him, "The old man…he spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born." Dean pointed to the page and Sam leant in to read the information. "Lawrence, Kansas," Sam read out loud.
"Mmhmm," Dean confirmed, picking up the second file, "Meredith, second victim…turns out she was adopted. And guess where she's from." Sam looked down as the paper to see the words 'Lawrence, Kansas'. "Holy crap," Sam muttered, still shocked by this revelation. "Yeah," Dean agreed.
"I mean, it is where the demon killed Mum," Sam said, more to himself then to Dean, "That's where everything started. So, you think Meg's tied up with the demon?" Dean nodded. "I think it's a definite possibility," Dean replied.
"But I don't understand," Sam replied, "What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?" Dean shrugged. He didn't have the answers, their father might, but he didn't. "Beats me," Dean told him "But I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation."
"No, we can't," Sam cut Dean's thought off, "We shouldn't tip her off. We've gotta stake out that warehouse. We've gotta see who, or what, is showin' up to meet her." Dean nodded. "I'll tell you one thing," Dean replied, "I don't think we should do this alone."
Selene sat on the ledge of the highest building in Chicago, taking in the view as the cold, night air whipped her hair away from her face. Thin fingers reached up to swipe away the tears burning a trail down her cheek. She didn't understand, what was it about her that was so forgettable? As soon as Sam or Dean saw a pretty face, it was like she somehow became invisible.
A hand flew to her lips, as they remembered the warm, tingling sensations that had filled them when his mouth had touched hers. She knew he hadn't meant anything by it, but it still didn't stop the tremors his presence caused her heart. Her hand moved to her chest, trying to calm her rapid heart. She knew the emotions he stirred within her, yet she was bound to the fate of being constantly cast aside.
Selene closed her violet eyes, trying to push back the stinging of tears fighting to fall. Opening her eyes, thin rivers began to flow once more. Sighing, the demon stared down wistfully as life continued to pass by beneath her.
Dean sat in the motel room, phone pressed to his ear, unaware of the eyes watching him. Sam walked in with a bag almost bursting at the seams. "We think we've got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mum," Dean informed his father's voicemail, "So, uh, this warehouse…it's 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can." Dean hung up the phone. "Voicemail?" Sam asked, staring at Dean's sullen face. Dean nodded. "Yeah," he replied, before spotting the bag, "Jesus, what'd you get?"
Sam chuckled. "I ransacked that trunk," Sam replied, "Holy water, every weapon that I could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions. I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything." Dean nodded as they began to load their guns. "Big night," Dean told Sam, trying to break the quiet.
"Yeah," Sam replied, "You nervous?" Both brothers were oblivious to the silent shadow slipping away from their window. "No," Dean replied nonchalantly, "Why, are you?" Sam shook his head. "No. No way," Sam replied. Both were silent for a moment. "God," Sam sighed, "Could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?" "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?" Dean told him firmly. Dean couldn't deny, he had dreamt of finally getting his revenge, but that attitude could also get them killed tonight.
"I know," Sam replied, "I'm just sayin', what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school…be a person again." Dean glanced at his brother. "You wanna go back to school?" he asked. Sam nodded at Dean. "Yeah," Sam replied, "Once we're done huntin' the thing." Dean turned away from Sam. "Huh," Dean grunted.
"Why," Sam asked, "Is there somethin' wrong with that?" Dean shook his head, giving his brother a faked million-watt smile. "No," Dean assured him, "No, it's, uh, great. Good for you." Sam smiled back, thinking Dean's smile was genuine.
"I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?" Sam asked, curious as to what Dean's response would be. "It's never gonna be over," Dean retorted, his smile crumbling away to show the pain he'd tried to hide, "There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt." Sam stared at his brother in shock. Wasn't there something Dean had always wanted? "But there's got to be somethin' that you want for yourself…" Sam began.
Dean cut him off in mid sentence. "Yeah," Dean replied sadly, "I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam." Dean walked over to the dresser, facing the wall rather then his brother. "Dude," Sam asked, "What's your problem?" Dean stayed silent for a moment before turning back to Sam.
"Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh?" Dean inquired, "I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?" Sam stared at his brother incredulously. "'Cause Dad was in trouble," Sam replied, "'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mum."
"Yes, that, but it's more than that, man," Dean told Sam, facing the dresser once more before turning to Sam, "You and me and Dad…I mean, I want us….I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again."
"Dean, we are a family," Sam told him, "I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before." Sam looked at Dean, and for once his cocky attitude was gone, showing his brother standing before him, completely human, and completely heartbroken. "Could be," Dean told him sadly, still hanging on to the glimmer of a dream.
"I don't want them to be," Sam replied, "I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way. Besides, you'll have Selene to help you." Dean's face fell even further with that comment. Dean knew Selene wouldn't follow him.
"No, she won't Sam," Dean told him, "She likes you, not me. There's no way she'd hang around me just to hunt down some demons." Sam stared at his brother in shock. How could he believe Selene would abandon him? "Dean," Sam asked him tentatively, "Are you…jealous?"
"What?" Dean blushed, "No way. Not over that arrogant, argumentative, naïve, adorable…I mean…" Sam's knowing smirk cut him off. Dean spun to face the dresser once more. "Dean," Sam told him gently, "It wasn't my bed she crawled into that night seeking comfort, and it hasn't been my bed she's frequented since."
Dean turned back to face Sam, a blush still staining his cheeks. "Hey Dean," Sam began, "I never told you this, but I didn't like Cassie. I kept my mouth shut at the time 'cause I knew you didn't want to hear it." Dean nodded, he wouldn't have at the time. "I like Selene," Sam continued, "And I bet she won't call you crazy, or run away if you ever decide to tell her the family secret."
"You're a jerk," Dean chuckled, "You know that?" Sam smiled. At least now Sam knew the reason behind his brother's recent actions. Dean had flirted with various women, collected numerous numbers, but hadn't once actually done anything more. Sam smiled internally. It was all because Dean valued his nights spent with Selene in his arms far too much to waste a single moment.
"Speaking of Selene," Dean asked, "Where is she?" Sam's eyes widened at his brother's question. "I thought she was with you," Sam told him, shifting nervously. Dean shook his head. "After what I did," Dean told him, "There's no way she'd be with me. I thought she was with you."
Sam shook his head. "Selene tried to warn me about Meg, and I threw it back in her face." Dean's face fell. It seemed both of them had ignored her warnings, and may have even lost a friend over it. "She tried to warn me too," Dean told his brother, "But I told her 'jealousy' wasn't an instinct."
"You know what we have to do when we see her," Sam replied. Dean nodded slightly. "Oh I can think of a few things," Dean replied, his smirk back in place. Sam smacked the back of Dean's head. "I meant apologise," Sam informed him. Dean smirked once more, rubbing the back of his head. "And who said what I was thinking couldn't be considered as an apology?" Dean asked, making Sam roll his eyes. Sam grabbed the bag, striding out the door in response.
Sam led Dean to the building, slipping inside as silently as possible. Entering the elevator shaft, they began to climb. Reaching the top, the brothers stayed as still as possible, watching Meg speaking in an ancient language as she stood at the alter. The brothers quietly slipped through the gate, drawing their guns as they moved to the other side of the room to hide behind some crates.
"Guys," Meg called out, making both brothers stare at each other in shock, "Hiding's a little bit childish, don't you think?" Dean glanced between the girl and his brother. "Well," Dean remarked, "That didn't work out like I planned."
"Why don't you come out?" Meg asked, turning to face them. Sam and Dean slowly stepped out from behind the crates, guns still raised. "Sam," Meg continued, "I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship." Sam raised his gun a little higher as he stared at Meg. "Yeah, tell me about it," Sam retorted.
"So, where's your little Daeva friend?" Dean asked, glancing around slightly, while still keeping Meg in view. "Around. You know, that shotgun's not gonna do much good," Meg told him. Dean smiled grimly. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart," Dean replied, "The shotgun's not for the demon."
"So, who is it, Meg?" Sam asked, "Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Meg smiled. "You," she told them, as a shadow began to form on the wall. Sam suddenly found himself flying backwards. Dean soon followed suit as he was thrust backwards into the crates. Sam winced as claw marks etched themselves into his face, before sinking into darkness.
Sam slowly came to, feeling the bonds keeping his hands behind his back. Glancing around, Sam saw Dean tied to the post across from him, while Meg sat before him. "Hey, Sam?" Dean called out, as soon as he saw Sam was awake, "Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend...is a bitch."
"This, the whole thing, was a trap," Sam told them, "Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearin' what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn't it?" Meg laughed coldly. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?" Sam continued. Meg smiled. "It doesn't mean anything," she told him, "It was just to draw you in, that's all."
"You killed those two people for nothin'," Sam told her sadly. He wanted to know what was so important to kill two people over. "Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less," Meg told him in a soft, seductive voice. "You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time," Dean remarked, smiling, "But why don't you kill us already?" Meg smiled at him infuriatingly. "Not very quick on the uptake, are we?" she told him, leaning closer "This trap isn't for you."
Dean stared at her, slightly baffled, while Sam though for a moment. "Dad," Sam realised, "It's a trap for Dad." Dean glanced over at Meg, who smiled coldly once more. Dean smirked back. "Oh, sweetheart," Dean retorted, "You're dumber than you look. 'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into something like this. He's too good."
"He is pretty good. I'll give you that," Meg told him, walking over to sit down, straddling Dean's legs, "But you see, he has one weakness." Dean sighed internally as he remembered the feel of Selene sitting in that very same position. He wished Princess was here, she'd kick Meg's butt in a heartbeat, and her claws would be pretty nifty against these ropes. "What's that?" Dean asked, focusing back on his present situation.
"You," Meg replied, "He lets his guard down around his boys, lets his emotions cloud his judgment. I happen to know he is in town. And he'll come and try to save you. And then the Daevas will kill everybody…nice and slow and messy." Dean smirked at her, knowing it would only infuriate her. "Well, I've got news for ya," Dean quipped, "It's gonna take a lot more than some….shadow to kill him." Meg smiled superiorly back. "Oh, the Daevas are in the room here," she informed him, "They're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see."
"Why you doin' this, Meg?" Sam asked, "What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?" Meg turned to face Sam, sliding off Dean as she crawled over to Sam. "I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do," Meg replied, straddling Sam's lap, "Loyalty. Love. Like the love you had for Mummy…and Jess." Sam stared up at her. "Go to hell," Sam spat.
"Baby, I'm already there," she replied, "Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty." Meg leant forward to murmur in his ear. "I think we both know how you really feel about me," she continued, "You know, I saw you watching me…changing in my apartment. Turned you on, didn't it?" Dean watched the two with varying looks of disgust, before cutting in. "Get a room, you two," Dean called over to them.
"I didn't mind," Meg told Sam, ignoring Dean, "I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun." Meg's lips began to caress Sam's neck. "You wanna have fun?" Sam asked, "Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now."
Meg smiled at him, before continuing her ministrations, when a noise on Dean's side of the room halted her. Meg stood, walking to Dean's post to spot a knife in his hands. Meg ripped it out of his hands, tossing it across the room. Meg swung back to face Dean.
Dean chuckled guiltily, while dreaming wistfully of how useful Selene's claws would be right then. Meg slid back over to Sam. "Now," Meg asked, "Were you just trying to distract me while your brother cuts free?" Sam shook his head vigorously, making Meg smile slightly. "No. No," Sam assured her, "That's because I have a knife of my own." Meg stared at him in confusion while the ropes fell from Sam's wrists.
Grabbing Meg's shoulders, Sam smashed his head against hers. Meg slipped to the floor unconscious, while Sam groaned in pain, holding his head. "Sam!" Dean called out, "Get the altar."
Sam nodded, racing over to the alter, knocking it over. The shadows quickly took form, grabbing Meg and dragging her across the floor, where she crashed through the window, landing on the street below. Sam raced back to Dean's side, grabbing his knife and slicing the ropes.
The brothers strode over to the window, to see Meg's body sprawled on the sidewalk. "So, I guess the Daevas didn't like being bossed around," Sam remarked. Dean sighed softly, glad it was over. "Yeah, I guess not," Dean agreed, "Hey, Sam?" Sam shifted his gaze to Dean. "Hm?" Sam grunted. Dean looked away from Meg's body to face his brother. "Next time you wanna get laid," Dean remarked, "Find a girl that's not so buckets-o'-crazy, huh?" Dean smiled and walked away, leaving Sam to roll his eyes.
Sam and Dean slowly made their way through the hall to their room, Sam lugging the massive bag. "Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean asked, staring pointedly at the bag. "I said it before, and I'll say it again," Sam replied, "Better safe than sorry."
The boys turned into their hallway to find a woman pacing outside their door. She suddenly stopped, glancing up to fix the boys with her bright violet eyes. Her eyes widened as she took in their wounds.
"I don't believe this," Selene cried, striding towards them. "I leave you alone for FIVE minutes and look what happens." Dean's face snapped to the side, his cheek burning. "Ow," Dean whined, rubbing the cheek Selene had just slapped.
"That was for making me worry," Selene told him, "And this is for coming back safely." Dean barely had time to register the gentle warmth on his lips before she pulled away. The demon's eyes widened as she realised what she'd done. Gulping, Selene raced for the safety of their motel room.
Dean and Sam stared after her in shock. "Did she…?" Dean asked. Sam nodded. "But that means…" Dean continued, before breaking into a sly grin, "If she thinks she's sleeping alone tonight, she's got another thing coming."
Dean opened the door of their motel room, prepared to chase down the little demon. Entering the room, both brothers stopped, seeing a man standing in the dark by the window. "Hey!" Dean called out as Sam flicked the lights on. The man turned around to face the brothers. "Dad?" Dean asked.
"Hey, boys," John greeted. Dean was the first to walk over to his father, who pulled him into a hug. Sam watched from the sidelines, noticing Selene standing, now standing by the window. Dean and John pulled away and John turned to Sam. "Hi, Sam," John greeted.
"Hey, Dad," Sam acknowledged softly, placing the bag of weapons on the floor. Dean leapt into the conversation. "Dad, it was a trap," Dean explained, "I didn't know, I'm sorry." John nodded slowly, giving Dean a comforting smile.
"It's all right," John comforted, "I thought it might've been." Dean's eyes widened in shock. "Were you there?" Dean asked. John glanced over at Selene for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive," John informed them, "She was the bad guy, right?"
Dean and Sam nodded. "Yes, sir," both brothers told their father, proud that they'd handled it without having to bring their dad into their mess. "Good," John replied, "Well, it doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before." It was Sam's turn to be shocked by this revelation. "The demon has?" Sam asked.
John nodded. "It knows I'm close," he told them, "It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell…actually kill it." Dean stared at his father quizzically. "How?" Dean asked.
"I'm workin' on that," John told them, smiling cryptically. Sam cut Dean off, leaping into the conversation. "Let us come with you," Sam pleaded, "We'll help." Dean Gave Sam a warning look, but Sam ignored it. "I told you before," Sam continued, "We have Selene to help out." Selene sighed. She could tell that John wasn't going to accept Sam or Dean's help. "Hi," Selene greeted as she stepped forward, "We've already met, but allow me to introduce myself properly. I'm Selene. Demon Exterminator."
Dean bit his cheek to keep from laughing. It was true that Selene was a Demon Slayer, but what she forgot to mention, was that she was a demon herself. Dean smiled in spite of himself. It was probably better this way. He knew his father wouldn't take kindly to them associating with a demon.
John smiled at Selene. He could see why the boys liked her. She was polite and friendly, but John could also sense her inner strength and courage. She was the kind of girl who could face down the devil himself, and have him cleaning his cave with his tail between his legs.
"No, Sam," John replied, turning back to his son, "Not yet. Just try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in the crossfire. I don't want you hurt." Sam shook his head. How could he convince his father to let them join him. Couldn't he see that they could kill this thing faster if they worked together? "Dad," Sam replied, "You don't have to worry about us."
"Of course I do. I'm your father," John retorted, sighing softly before talking to Sam more gently, "Listen, Sammy, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight." Sam nodded his head. That was an understatement. "Yes, sir," Sam agreed.
"It's good to see you again," John told him, smiling sadly, "It's been a long time." Sam nodded once more. "Too long," Sam agreed. John pulled Sam into his arms, holding his son for the first time in months.
Dean's eyebrows twitched as Selene pulled her hair up into a ponytail, revealing her elvan ears. Her eyes began to dart around the room, while Sam and John slowly pulled apart. John's eyes widened as he saw Selene's ears, before he suddenly found himself flying backwards into the cabinet.
"No!" Dean cried as Sam was thrown to the floor as well. About to race to his brother's aid, Dean was shoved against the wall as invisible claws tore his flesh. "Well," Selene spat, as her deadly claws extended, "These Daevas aren't the only ones with... 'animalistic tendencies'."
Selene bared her fangs, a deep rumbling resonating in her chest as she began to battle, claw-to-claw. Blood began to splatter the ground, both hers and the Daevas'.
The three boys watched Selene. She was holding her own, for now, but the Daevas were still landing attacks on her and all three boys. All three groaned in pain as new wounds appeared on their bodies. Sam slowly made his way over to the bag, digging through until his hands laded on a flare.
"Shut your eyes!" Sam cried out, "These things are shadow demons, so let's light 'em up!" Sam activated the flare, causing the room to fill with smoke and a bright light. Selene fell to her knees, a hand pressed firmly over her eyes as the Daevas slowly vanished from sight.
The three boys began to feel their way around the room, trying to withhold groans of pain as they coughed and spluttered. "Dad!" Dean called out, trying to find his father. John's face turned in the direction of Dean's voice. "Over here!" John called out.
Dean crawled across to his father, helping his stand. Sam grabbed Selene, pulling her to her feet. Dean and John made their way out of the room, Dean supporting his father. Sam followed behind them, the bag over his shoulder, leading Selene, her hand still firmly covering her eyes.
The four made their way down an alley towards Dean's car. Sam stopped, placing the bag in the backseat, before placing an arm around Selene, who was still having trouble seeing. John rounded on his boys, looking murderous. "A Demon Exterminator?" John asked, "Are you boys that blind that you can't spot a demon when she's sitting right beside you?"
"We knew what Selene was when we took her in," Sam spat back, "But she's not like other demons Dad. She's not like Meg. Selene helps us. She fights alongside us." John shook his head. "I don't care how well you think you know her," John told Sam, "All demons lie. She's just pretending, and when you're guard's down, she's turn on you. She's not joining you any longer." John pulled a gun out, aiming it at the blind demon's head.
Sam stepped in front of Selene, blocking her from view. "She's staying," Sam replied. John turned to Dean, hoping Dean would see reason. "Dean," John demanded, "Tell him. Tell Sam this is for the best." Sam looked at Dean pleadingly. Dean grabbed Selene's hand, pulling her away from Sam. Sam's eyes widened. How could Dean just give her up like that?
"Sorry Dad," Dean replied, pulling Selene into his warm embrace, "But that's one order I won't take." John stared at Dean in disbelief. He'd expect this kind of behaviour from Sam, but never Dean. "You may think that all demons are bad," Dean told his father, "But not Princess. I know there's no way she would turn on us.
"I know her, Dad. I know that her eyes gain a certain spark every time we fight, and it makes her look sexier. I know that she loves the smell of fresh mint. I also know that her nose, while useful for picking up scents, can be overpowered, leaving her feeling sick and dizzy, and that she loses her strength when it rains.
"Don't you see Dad? I know all her strengths…and her weaknesses. If she really meant to kill us, there's no way she would have told us this much. She trusts us, and we trust her. I'm sorry if you can't accept that, but she stays."
"Well," John asked, "If she fights alongside you, as you say, then why wasn't she with you tonight. From what you've told me, you could've used her help." Dean looked down at Selene. He knew his words had hurt her, but he also wanted to know where she'd been.
Selene turned to face John. "I was outside the room when Dean on the phone to you," Selene replied, "I left as soon as I heard. Someone needed to make sure this wasn't a double-pronged attack. I found you while you were on your way here and followed to make sure there was no demonic interference to your passage.
"But I will admit, there was another reason for me not joining them tonight. As I am, I am not yet strong enough to face another demon of Meg's power. If I were alone, then maybe I would try it, but if the demon you're chasing were to learn that I was helping these boys, every single demon in the area would come flocking for the kill.
"You may not believe me, but I know these boys Mr Winchester. And if anyone could takes these things on and survive, it's them. Yes I help out when they need me, but they do most of the work. But the sheer number who would come to hunt me would overpower them, and I refuse to allow that to happen."
Selene glanced up at Dean, still blinking spots from her vision, to see the scratches on his face. "Come here," she muttered, pulling his face down to her hight. Her tongue gently lapped away at the wounds on his forehead. "What are you doing?" Dean asked, while John and Sam stared on intently. "I told you my blood was a quick healer," Selene told him, "So is my saliva. I'm trying to prevent this from getting infected."
Dean stood up as soon as Selene was finished. Sam and John gasped as they saw his forehead. The scratches hadn't been that deep, but they had been long and wide. All that showed that the Daevas' had even touched him was the tender pink of newly healing flesh. John lowered the gun, but still eyed Selene warily.
"All right, come on," Sam told them, taking his father's action as his acceptance of Selene, "We don't have much time. As soon as the flare's out, they'll be back." Dean shook his head. "Wait, wait. Sam, wait," Dean told him, "Dad, you can't come with us."
"What?" Sam asked, confused by his brother's words, "What are you talkin' about?" "You boys," John stated, "You're beat to hell." Dean smiled softly, his gaze shifting to Selene before turning back to his father. "We'll be all right," Dean replied, shifting Selene so her back was pressed against his chest. "Dean, we should stick together," Sam explained, "We'll go after those demons…"
"Sam!" Dean cut his brother off, "Listen to me! We almost got Dad killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop, they're gonna try again. They're gonna use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right. Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He's…he's stronger without us around."
"Dad, no," Sam pleaded, placing a hand on his father's shoulder, "After everything, after all the time we spent lookin' for you…please. I gotta be a part of this fight." Dean watched them sadly. He knew how much it was costing Sam to let their father go.
"Sam, look at me" Selene spoke softly, "I watched my father die. I can still see his head rolling across the ground toward me. I can still smell his blood as it pooled beneath his body. There are so many things I never had the chance to tell him. I don't want you two boys to have to suffer through that. I wouldn't wish that fate on anyone. You still have your father, and that is a blessing in itself, so now you have a choice. Say goodbye to him now, with the promise of tomorrow, or keep him with us, and say goodbye to him forever. The choice is yours Sam."
John regarded the demon for a moment. Maybe the boys were right. Maybe this demon was worth giving a chance to. "Sammy," John told his son, "This fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you've got to trust me, son. Okay, you've gotta let me go."
All four were silent for a moment, Sam still staring at his father, Selene wrapped in Dean's warmth. Sam looked up at his father once more before patting his shoulder and letting go. John nodded to Sam and Dean, preparing to leave when Selene broke away from Dean's arms.
Selene reached into the car, pulling out a bottle. "Here," Selene said, offering the bottle to John, "It will burn out any infection their claws may have caused, and help speed along the healing process. It might sting a little when you first apply it, but it'll help. It's up to you if you decide to use it or not."
John stared at her silently, not giving away any of his thoughts or emotions as he accepted the bottle. "Be careful, boys," he told them before walking over to his truck and driving away. The brothers watched him go in silence.
"You missed one," Selene muttered to the brothers, who gave her inquiring looks, "When you told your father about my weaknesses...you missed one. My greatest weakness, is you two. If anything were to happen to either of you, I don't know what I'd do. I guess your father and I are more alike then we thought in that regard."
Dean pulled Selene in for a quick embrace, brushing his lips ofer her temple, before pulling away. "Come on," Dean told them, sliding into the driver's seat. Sam and Selene hopped in as the engine roared into life. Sam glanced back in the direction John had driven off, a sad smile adorning his face as they drove away in the opposite direction.
Heh heh heh...Poor Dean and his love of Tacos
Sorry...I just felt the need to write a passage about tacos.
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