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Supernatural Chapter 3 Animal Control
St Georges Church, Macomb Illinois
"And here you go, Father. I hope everything is in order." Armonda handed the Priest a cat carrier with a feral pet inside. " I hope it accomplishes what you've been seeking to do."
"Thank you dear. This will help so many people. I'll be personally escorting this little guy straight to the vatican for the Pope's own team of scientists to helping God's work along with the proliferation of this remarkable creature. As we agreed the asking price in full."
"Thank you Father." Armonda put the extremely thick legal envelope in her puffy jacket, and zipped it up.
"Who's your friends, there dear."
"They helped me to catch it."
"Many of you out there, are there?"
"Dunno. I can only speak for myself and my contemporaries. However." Armonda handed the priest a business card for Floyds flower shop, and wrote her number on the back with a sparkle pen. "Should you have need of my services again I'll no longer be working for the camp. I'm going independent. You can reach me at this number. I'll be happy to help"
"Will do, and thank you again. God Bless You." He said. There was an obvious look of disdain covering Armonda's face as she walked back to the car.
"Everything okay?" Sam asked.
"Peachy" Armonda smiled. "Beats traveling the Amazon for a coatl. Thank you for your help. This one's going to be a pro-Bono thing on your part though I'm afraid. I've got big plans for my old man's spot. It'll make hunters all around feel perfect."
"What are you setting up a spa or something?" Dean chuckled, letting Armonda in the back seat.
"You'll see." Armonda smiled. "I've been writing something up in the backseat here. Save for the bumps in the road seems like we'll be on budget."
A few weeks later, Sam and Dean checked in at Bobby's just as Armonda was headed out the door.
"Oh?"
"Armonda?" Dean asked helping Sam in the door. He was obviously injured. His shoulder was bleeding profusely and he was dripping on the new rug.
"Well don't just stand there get him over here to the medical station." She said with concern mixed with a hint of agitation, as she lead the two over to the section of the kitchen which looked more like a school nurse's office.
"Medical station?" Dean looked around the house. There were walls missing, reinforced studs with enochian symbols carved in the supporting beams. What looked like metal injected into the crevasses. There was a Medical station, a mess station, A sign posted with a hallway extension saying "Gentleman's Quarters."
Armonda pulled out the hurt-free antiseptic wash and flooded Sam's shoulder to get a better idea of the damage once he removed the jacket. It was bad, Armonda could see torn muscle, and a thin layer of fat deposit under the skin.
"Alright you're going to need stitches. Hold still."
"Got a newspaper, or something for me to bite down on?" Sam asked in a husky voice, trying to betray the feeling of throbbing pain in his shoulder.
"Yeah, one second." She said looking at her watch."Oooh, dammit I'm going to be late."
"Late for what?" Dean asked. " Wow, you've been busy."
"I have a..." Armonda tried to search for an excuse, a lie. But she was drawing a blank. "Thing...at 8:30."
"A thing?" Dean asked. "What thing?"
"A private...thing, that I have to be on time for or I'm going to be in big trouble, so If you don't mind. I have a bus to catch. Dean can you finish this up?" Armonda said grabbing her little black back pack. "Sorry, Sam."
"Wait. Why don't I take you to this thing after you patch up my brother. He could use a woman's touch." Dean reasoned.
Armonda gave a frustrated little huff. "Sure. Just...ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. I'll talk to you about it when I'm ready but this is my business, understand?"
The men shot each other a knowing look. Sam would be checking into it. She only held Dean to the conditions.
"Yup, Got it." Dean said, continuing to look around. "You did all of this?"
"I have contractors coming in the morning to work on the Women's lavatory, and the play ground. I figured, not a lot of female hunters so, it could wait for now."
"You turned Bobby's place into a compound."
"Yeah, well. When you're raised in one for a decent portion of your life, you kind of know how to recreate what feels like home." Armonda explained.
"I thought you were raised in a gypsy camp in Romania" Sam asked, as Armonda handed him a sterile mouth guard.
"Stop trying to poke holes in my background. I'm a powerful ally that a lot of people have utilized over the years. But they tend to suffer when they rely on me and it's time for me to go. "
Armonda sewed up Sam's shoulder carefully. Opened something that looked like a suppository, and mixed it with crushed up ginger,and smeared it roughly over the wound. It hurt Sam so much it took all he had to dig his nails into his leg and not punch her in the face. "God, what is that? It burns"
"Settle down. I tried to get the real thing. Armonda said putting the sewing kit away. " Y'know, Morphine. But the only way they would sell it was in these hydro-morphone suppositories. That Ginger concoction will kick in in just a few minutes. Should help you sleep. Now, Dean. Please let's go."
"Right."
"And Dean, Please don't get stingy with the gas, you know I'm good for it."
"Right." Dean jingled the keys in his pocket against his Zippo lighter. "Be right back Sam."
Being a gentleman, Dean let her go first out the door. And made the "Call me" motion toward Sam.
A few minutes later they approached a church. "Right over here off of South Terry."
"Sunny Crest, United Methodist Church." Dean was now even more confused because she didn't seem the type to be a Mehodist, much less be having a crisis of faith. Why would she? She was with the two men who could protect her and educate her with their experiences in all things angel at least.
"Thank you for the ride, Dean." She said preoccupied with the church in her view. She unlocked the passenger side door, and prepared to exit when Dean grabbed her hand.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Dean asked looking for any sign of deception. She just looked down at the ground blushing. Seemed like she was trying to avoid eye contact with his hand.
"I'm okay, I'm just running late."
"You gonna need a ride home?"
"Nah I'll manage. You and Sam get some sleep. You gotta be beat. Night Dean."
Armonda rushed inside, and Dean called Sam. "Anything?"
"Her room's locked."
"Anything around the house."
"No, I'm guessing everything is in her room."
"Go on and bust into Fort Knox then Sammy, I'll be there soon to help out."
"Dean," Sam had that whine in his voice. "Maybe we should *yawn * just let this one go. Like she said."
"That's Bullshit Sam, and you know it. Why you getting squeamish all of a sudden anyway?" Dean chided his little brother. "When you were sneaking out of the hotel room for late night beer runs what were you doing?"
"Getting together with Ruby..."Sam said feeling guilty.
"And Bobby when He told us not to come over and it turned out he was playing house with his dead wife?"
"Alright I get your point."
"Oh and Sam," Dean looked in his rear view mirror to make sure Armonda hadn't come out or he wasn't otherwise being watched. "Be careful. Garth got that dart to the forehead, no telling what booby traps she has cooked up in that house, Okay?"
"See you soon."
Meanwhile at Sunny Crest Church, a group of people who seemingly had no connection to one another gathered in the children's play area. A kindly, portly reverend Stood before them.
"Welcome, all. For those of you who may be new here or have stumbled in by mistake. This is Sex Addicts Anonymous. We are a 12 step program for those who are recovering from their sex addiction. Very much like Al-anon, we have a chip system to mark your sobriety from lust. I see we have some new people here tonight. As well as some well known faces. Would anyone like to share this evening, to get us started?"
The room was quiet except for a heavy set woman scarfing down the donuts in the corner. After an uncomfortably long silence, a man with long hair and a prominent bald spot on the top of his head, stood before everyone.
"Hi,"
"Please," The Reverend asked. "State your name."
"Hi, I'm Avery."
"Hello Avery" everyone said in a robotic, monotonous voice.
"And I am a Sex Addict."
"Welcome." The hum of the robot crowd said in unison.
"Welcome, Avery. DO you have anything to share tonight?"
"Yeah," Avery fumbled with his hat in his fingers, nervously swaying unconsciously from side to side as he explained. "I've been nine years sober. And I have to tell you folks it does get was a woman in the check out, and it felt like we were just, smacking with kismet. I thought about it...sex...with her. I wanted to so badly. And even though the night was going really well. I asked her to leave. And when she wouldn't understand. I left."
"Excellent willpower, Avery. Everyone give Avery a hand." said the priest. "Thank you Avery. Does anyone else wish to share today?"
Armonda stood up, and approached the podium, and cleared her throat a little." I'm Monde, and I'm a sex addict."
"Welcome."
"I, have to give this back..." Armonda stood with a pink painted gold plated sobriety chip with an engraved number 4 on it. " A few weeks ago. I backslid"
The room became frowns and whispers. Armonda swallowed her angst. "I was 4 years sober. And I put myself in a position of weakness, allowing myself to drink hard liquor, and gamble against my life, and my limits. Seeking to help a man who was choking, I was unaware someone had slipped some kind of drug in my drink. I was too intoxicated to notice. I gave the man my beer, and he intern dosed his very own brother. I saw they were intoxicated. I know now, I should have called them a cab. But I didn't. I knew I should have let them stand in the rain and sober up over night. But I didn't. And because of my mistake, I involved two innocent men into my addiction."
"I'll be taking that Monde." The Reverend replaced the chip with a flimsy white plastic one. "We're very disappointed in you. "
"I know."
"Four years is a long time for sobriety. A very well maintained control over your desires for the flesh. Can you tell us, what was your Trigger, so we all might be able to avoid such mistakes in the future."
"My ex girlfriend, Abigail died, and it just brought to the surface years of failed repressed feelings of failed relationships. It was the anniversary of her death."
"Then you should have known how events like weddings, death, a new birth. Times of celebration and remorse, could cause one to fall off the wagon. I hope you'll think long and hard about the consequences of your actions before allowing your libido to conquer your soul, Monde."
"Yes, Father." A tear rolled down Armonda's cheek.
"Oh stop," The Reverend. "Whores look awful when their masquera runs."
"Yes Father..."
"Anyone else have anything to share?"
Mean while back at Bobby's Place. Dean had come back and the two were preparing to pick the lock on Armonda's room door. "I wonder if she did anything to her room, She revamped everything else."
"You said it, Sammy. It's like she called Hoarders on this place and they moved in David Koresh's living-room." Dean said with audible distain for a change in tradition.
"I dunno, I kinda like it modern in here. Makes it a lot easier." Sam defended. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Right, have you smelled the kitchen? She needs aroma therapy because it smells like a hospital in here, Sam. Ammonia on the walls, bleach on the floors, the fumes from new Thompsons water Seal...No, it smells like a hardware store."
"Got it." Sam announced in a 'eureka!' tone. "Whoa!"
Sam jerked Dean out of the way just in time to avoid some non lethal but seriously nasty coffee filters held by loose multicolored hair scunciis, bursting in a puff of Habenero chili powder.
The two began coughing and choking. Tears blurred their vision, the cloud was enough of an irritation. Through the coughing and wincing Sam noticed safety goggles hanging outside her door on a peg. "Dean *cough-Kaf Cough!*
Dean grabbed them and went stumbling down the stairs. Sam noticed a Dustbuster in the hall way bathroom and grabbed it, heading back to the room while Dean used the eyewash sink at the medical station.
"That Bitch!" Dean cursed once he got his composure back. "She totally three ninja'd us."
"That probably means more boobie traps."
"What is she, Twelve? Jesus what other kind of Nancy drew BS are we going through here? Sharks with Lazers?"
"Mouse traps." Sam confirmed peeking in before carefully bracing the door. "You know she's going to figure out we've been in her room when she gets back, if the pepper wasn't enough evidence."
"We're fine, you worry too much." He pushed the door open and carefully avoided the mouse traps.
"Besides we kind of deserve it since we're spying on her."
"It's for her own good, Sammy. If Armonda is in some kind of trouble, we need to address it now so it can be dealt with and we move on. We don't need any of us compromised by suspicion, regret, guilt or anything else that'll keep us from being a fully functional team. Now. I'll get the bathroom, you check her dresser."
"Why do I have to check her dresser?" Sam insisted on knowing, while being the obedient little brother.
"Because if she catches us in here you're the pervert and I was just taking a dump."
"Jerk." Sam muttered under his breath opening her top drawer. k-mart brand boy shorts in a bunch of different prints. Camisoles to match and cute little socks rolled up into puff balls like his dead fiance Jess used to do. Sam came acrossed an array of utility outfits, mostly uniforms, not much in the way of sweats or t-shirts. "Dude!"
"What, Sam?" Dean Echoed from the bathroom.
"She has a real flight attendant's uniform from Japan."
"Like the ladies in uniform do you?"
"Not that, this thing goes for the upper hundred thousands on e-bay. It's a sex fetish thing."
"Kinky."
"Not really"
"What?"
"Well it's weird. Normal women, have...marital aids."
"Dildos?"
"Well..." Sam Blushed. "Well I mean Jess, and Ruby said it's something chicks do between boyfriends, and depending on how uh, open the relationship they get their boyfriends or husbands into it too."
"Sam, did Jess use her dildo on you."
"No!"
"The lady boy doth protest too much..." Then dean smirked and searched his thoughts "
"We were...experimental"
"What ever get's you off, now lets change the subject because I do not need that image in my head."
"Right."
Dean checked the toilet tank, to see a gun in a Ziploc bag strapped to the lid. He pulled back the shower curtain and saw the cutlery set hanging from the curtain. "Oh my god I'm in love."
"What did you find?"
"Check it out." Dean pointed to the concealed set of a machete, a bowie knife, a hunting knife and a butterfly knife, a prison grade shank and a toothbrush shiv. "I like it. Check for serial killers then shower. She's...hmm?"
"What?" Sam asked noting Dean had stopped mid thought. Something caught his eye.
"What's that?" Dean asked rummaging under the bathroom sink.
"Uh, I just see a plunger and box of powder bleach."
"This thing" Dean said grabbing a box. "Smells sweet like slurpee. Seriously though how can one woman have all this shampoo in her bathroom. How much of this girl crap do you need?"
"Dean?"
"I mean, strawberry Guava for split ends, Root beer amaretto for a humectant. What the hell is sa Humectant?"
"Dean..."
"What?"
"Douche Bag"
"Bitch."
"No, Dean. You're holding a douche bag."
"What?" He dropped it on the floor and it splashed everywhere. The look of horror spread across Deans face as he obviously got the willies.
Sam was the mature one and threw a towel on the mess. And went to check on Dean. "For someone who's trying not to get caught, you're doing a hell of a job, Dean."
"Sam, don't talk to me. That was so gross! Why do girls have to be-Ugh!" Dean was still very disgusted sitting on Armonda's bed, and sunk down in. "I forgot that was actually a thing. I've been usuing it as an insult so long. Whoa!"
"Dean?"
"Water bed?" His eyes perked up. "No way they still make these?"
"Apparently."
"How did you know what that was anyway?" Dean inquired.
"I was almost married. Jess and Ruby both had some with their tampons and other girl stuff." Sam explained.
"Well you're a wealth of wussy information tonight." Dean glanced over to the book shelf. How Sam would have missed something so obvious as a hollowed out encyclopedia was beyond him.
"Check this out." Dean said. "Diary, and pages of something else...Take a look."
"Latin...Enochian...Not entirely sure but this looks like early Phoenician or Maybe Akkadian...Huh." Sam bit his lip scanning over the material. "She's thorough...Looks like she was following everything on her own. There's stuff in here I didn't even know about Lilith."
"And this diary covers back to 2000. Nothing before that though." Dean posted.
"She's Meticulous. I think I'm going to need to brew a pot."
"You getting a Jist?"
"Yeah, I mean it's all the blow by blow descriptions of Lilith, Lucifer, some Angel called Samael, who was said to be the poison of God."
"God Made God Poison?"
"Dunno looks like it. The one Angel that could kill him."
"So God is dead?"
"Well God is now Castiel. But yeah, looks like there was an Angel that could kill the old God. I wonder if-"
"Dude." Dean found it. "Looks like she thought she was hearing voices when she was a kid, well, teenager. But it was Castiel."
"What?"
"Look right here..." Dean read. " After I found out the Circle was going to stuff me in the back of Damien's Trunk, I bolted like a bat out of hell but they were waiting for me when I snuck out the window. I thought it was the end for me. Mary had the blade against my throat. I looked the bitch in the eyes. Her's mirrored soulless as mine. The bitch mirrored me. I thought I was the only one who could pull out like that. They all looked at me with murderous intent. They accused me of things I would never do. Damien said I was a dopple ganger, that I had taken his sister and I was masquerading in her skin. But it was him. Bazzel wasn't riding his meat suit anymore. It was something else. Something more dangerous. But they couldn't see it. WHy couldn't they? Why couldn't they see I was trying to save them? why were they siding with that Monster. Damien's not in there anymore. Something hollowed him out and is hunting me. He chased me to the Rainbow Bridge, I had no choice but to jump. "
Dean turned the page giving Sam a knowing look. "A man in a grey trench coat and smelled of sweets pulled me over the edge. A flash of white light and we were on the bank. He told me to run. Said they would sleep now and not come after me so long as they didn't see me. He said his name was Castiel and that the Apocalypse was coming but I was one of the chosen few who it would not touch. He didn't tell me anything more than that. But now I have glimpses of heaven behind my eyes when I close them. I wonder if the Prophet Elijah had a similar experience."
"So are we thinking the same thing here?" Sam asked. Armonda made it home. She didn't see the Winchesters down in the figured Sam would be sleeping off his bad shoulder. But Dean wasn't watching movies. And with the Big eater he was, she anticipated the clanking of mayonaise or pickle jars in the fridge after the making or consuming of a sandwich or the like. When she discovered the Kitchen empty she closed her eyes and focused on the noises in the house. It creaked as it was settling to get used to it's renovations. Her eyes closed she could smell them both, Dean wore some kind of cologne, expensive stuff with the dark suade, tooled leather, with a backdrop of Oak and Tobacco flower.
Sam on the other hand was more of a naturey type, silver birch, golden amber, and bitter orange from the summoning spells and protection incantations used. Those Enochian Mages loved their amber and fruit. Her eyes closed she could in-vision the room, and see their comingled scent trails like a cg of a dog on the Dicovery Channel saw scent. "So are we thinking the same thing here?"
Armonda snapped back to her senses. She warned them. Now she would be fumigating their scent out of her room for the entire next day. They didn't know how much that kind of thing upset her. Not the breaking in to her room, though it was the kind of perturbance she was used to when living in caravans, and homeless shelters. No privacy. Little brothers going through her things. Elders admonishing her for getting into things she shouldn't be dabbling in.
She didn't want Sam and Dean to go away though. She was just a bit saddened they didn't trust her. It was okay. It would come in time. Not knowing exactly how she wanted to handle it she figured discretion was the better part of valour, walked over and slammed the front door to give them time to cover their tracks. Besides, she now could feel free to raid their rooms later snooping for more.
Both men came traipsing down stairs double time. "Oh hey, Did you just get back?"
"Yeah, figured I'd make us some dinner." she said pulling food from the fridge. "Hope you like Thai food."
"Oh nothing for us. We ate already." Dean said.
Sam pulled out a bowl wrapped in serran wrap. "Saved you some. Nothing fancy, just some steak, mushrooms and zucchini."
"I look forward to trying it. It's been forever since a man cooked for me." Armonda fake smiled sadly.
"So before you eat, could you show us where we're sleeping?"
"Sure, let me get you to your rooms." Armonda lit a candle. "I'm afraid we don't have electric down this way just yet the electrician hasn't hooked everything up just yet. The bathroom lights work though so if you want I can leave that on for you in the hall."
"It should be fine." Sam said softly.
"These are the two biggest rooms I have. Sam, You're on the left, Dean you're on the right. I hope you guys don't mind but I took the liberty of putting up protections. I figured you could choose your own wall paper if necessary." Armonda shed the light over the walls in Sam's room.
"Thank you Armonda." Dean flashed his Casanova smile. Sam feared a little that Dean might get lucky with her. It wasn never really discussed who's woman she'd be if either decided to persue her. Armonda made it abundantly clear in the Hotel room she wanted none of it.
"Good night," She said. Dean reached out a hand as she went to leave and grabbed her wrist flirtatiously.
"No!" She screamed.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "What the hell, so you scream in my face?"
"Sorry, good night, I have to go to bed, the contractors will be back in the morning early. I need sleep."
Armonda shuffled away and up the stairs not daring to look back at him. If it was one of her vices/fetishes, it was being grabbed by her wrists and forced against the wall or tossed like a rag doll on the bed and ravished by her lover.
But it was a temptation she would have to avoid. Once She cleared the hallway Sam popped his head out into the hall. "Dean? What the hell was that about?"
"Blue balls, Sam. She's being a damn tease." Dean figured.
"Think she knows we were in her room?"
"Pipe down you want her to hear us?"
"No." Sam said looking down the hall with concern. "I got her diary. I'll finish it tonight and report in the morning."
"Right, I'm gonna go rub one out."
"Ew."
"Night Sam."
Meanwhile, while the men slept, Armonda spent the night asperging the room, vaccuuming, and trying desprately not to fall into the weirdo stalkery ways she was prone to. Dean decided to have himself a little self love. Which he was totally opposed to. Call him a sexist pig, bigoted, but one of the few perks of being on the road was picking up some strange along the way. Or at least having something to keep his bed warm when he pulled into the closest place he could consider home. So sue him he loved to cuddle with this semi hardness cupped in the soft ass of a pretty girl.
As Dean began to take matters into his own hands... Armonda crept down carefully. Excited and happy because she dampened the noise on the floors. The only way she would be detected was if either one of them came out of their rooms to use the toilet. There was extra padding on the carpet, and she changed the wood in the hall to straight concrete so no creaking. Tactically it was great. If someone invaded their place they wouldn't hear anyone shuffling about. She'd changed into her flanel night gown. The kind a grandma would wear and not at all sexy. She posed herself at the crack of his door. When he saw him pulling at himself her jaw lowered. She hadn't seen muche during their first interaction. From what she could see in the darkness the stem he pulled on was thinner and longer. She looked at her fingers and tried to measure at a distance Two fingers, maybe three wide. And he gripped tight. She didn't understand the appeal of watching this. Maybe if he was with someone and she caught a look. She's walked in on her brothers before. And breifly it was just like her little brothers pulling pud, and she wasn't interested. She treated the whole thing as dispassionate recon for future reference in case they ever did do anything again, their interactions would flow better. 'Yeah, that's it. Scientific curiousity.' she told herself.
His breathing was erratic, he was getting close. 'Well I might as well stay for the end' she thought. Beginning to walk away and glancing back. Her hand wandered down pased her navel...
"Armonda?" Sam said quietly, her fool proof plan of silent floors had back fired. She had the deer in headlights look. She was caught. She went to bolt forward, and Sam caught her by the arm and covered her mouth, picking her up and pulling her into his room.
"Armonda what the hell?" Sam whispered demandingly. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing but if you were trying to kill Dean you gotta get through me first."
"But I wasn't!" Armonda blurted, her cheeks red hot with embarrassment.
"Then what the hell were you doing outside my brother's room?"
"I was...I-I'm sorry I..." She looked down ashamed. That's when Sam noticed her nipples were hard. There was a slight wet spot on the front of her night gown and she was slowly dripping down her leg and onto the carpet.
"Whoa were you...?" He swallowed hard. He'd only ever once met a girl who could squirt, and shortly after a night of intense passion he had to put a bullet in her. She'd been a werewolf. But Armonda stood there like a little girl who got in trouble. "Damn, I thought Dean was a pervert."
"Sam, it's not like that..." Armonda said dizzy, and quiet.
"Then what then?"
"I'm an addict, Sam." She said as tears poured down her face emotionless. "I got issues. K' I'm a sex addict and I lost my sponsor and I don't know what I'm going to do. There's all these triggers and I never meant to be like-"
Sam's face softened toward her. He of course knew something of what it was like to be addicted. "I'll get you a towel, come sit down."
She sat on the towel on the end of Sam's bed in the dark with him lighting the single candle she'd left for him. He brought her a cup of tea, and sat cross legged on the bed with her.
"Now tell me about it. If you're suffering a Trigger or a craving it's best to address it and get through it." Sam said.
"Happened about four years ago. My girlfriend Abigail and I were assaulted by a team of Incubi. I got us out of the situation but, I was changed by the experience. Abigail broke up with me because the frequency and time consumption of the act were becoming more and more, longer and longer. She said I was insatiable. That she didn't feel adequate in bed because a nice little romp never did so much as take the edge off. I needed more. Toys weren't enough. I've tried meditation, keeping myself. Now I can't have anything. You caught me falling off the wagon."
"Wow, I've never dealt with anything like that before. Is that why you were so secretive earlier?"
"Yeah I didn't want you guys to know I was going to a sex anon meeting." Armonda said. "my urges are dangerous, Sam. They're powerful and they've lead me down traumatic roads. My luck seems to be equal to my activity. The more I get lucky, the more people around me get hurt by external influences. It's too certain to be a coincidence."
"You said this is all because an Incubus kissed you?"
"Yeah."
"And you didn't like, sell him your soul or anything right?"
"No."
"I'll look into in the morning. Fresh eyes, just in-case you missed something. Though I highly doubt it."
"How's that?"
"You're methodical..."
"How do you know that?"
"Um...not important. What is important, is getting you back to sobriety. So I'm going to do you a favor and do this." Sam pulled out some hand cuffs. Armonda's herat leapt into her throat. He was very warm and it had been bitterly cold outside. A reminder of it when the silvery birch scent wafted in her face emanating from his muscular form.
"What are you going to do with those?"
"I'm going to cuff you to the bed and I'm going to go sleep in one of the other rooms. Armonda was confused for a moment until he cuffed her.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to let you fall off the wagon. You can count on me. We'll get through this with you."
"Does Dean have to know? It's embarrassing enough as it is."
"Would you rather I tell him what you were doing skulking outside his door?"
"No..." She looked at the floor. He lifted her chin to look her in the eyes.
"Hey. It's going to be alright. You'll see. Keep your mind on the job and things have a way of working themselves out." Sam smiled, gabbing a foldeed blanket off the chair in his room.
"G'night, Sam..."
Sam nodded at her and left the door open only a crack. As he did so, a black eyed presence shown in the light of the window. It had arrived behind the door and watched Armonda and smiled.
