Thank you for the lovely reviews and here's another chapter. Remember: read & review!
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Marg moaned softly in pain as she came to a stop at the bottom of a small hill. Her tumble down only caused her head to pound even more, if that was possible. Once she gathered herself, her sore body stiffening in protest, she looked around, searching for either Sam or the creature that had begun chasing them. It had released the pair from the cage, but had managed to seperate them and left Sam with the only weapon.
Marg quickly searched her pockets, looking for something, anything. She had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out in happiness when she pulled a gold lighter out of her pocket. She had forgotten that she had slipped it in there. This lighter was no ordinary lighter. When the holder focused enough energy into it, the fire became like dragon's breath. Powerful and deadly. All she needed now was a spray paint can or another type of aerosol canister. Bloody hell. That means I'll have to go back to that barn., she mentally cursed and she made her way back up the hill, grateful that she had on her good boots.
Once she reached the top of the hill, her grey eyes searched the moonlite area and when the coast was clear, she rushed back towards the barn where the cage had been located. Her footsteps were quick and silent and she pressed herself against the side of the barn, panting softly. Several minutes later, she had deemed it safe to move, she threw herself around the corner and through the open barn door. The barn was completely empty of both Sam and the creature and she began searching quickly for an aerosol can of some sort.
The taste of blood was heavy on her tongue and she tried to ignore it along with the pounding in her head. I don't have time for this bullshit! I need to find Sam! A soft growl echoed through the barn and for a split second Marg thought it was the creature until she realised it had come from her. Never before had she ever made such a noise of determination and desperation. Her heart lept when her fingertips brushed against the cool metal of an aerosol canister. A completely full can of spray paint. Now, I have to find Sam!
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Sam limped as he quickly moved to hide behind an weathered car and he looked down at the wound on his leg. The creature had managed to slice his thigh with a deadly claw and the hunter had to loop his belt around it to decrease the bleeding. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard someone yelling and it didn't sound like Marg. It sounded like...
"Dean!" Sam yelled back, limping towards his brother's voice, but he stopped.
What if the thing that had brought them here could imitate human voices, but then how would it know what his brother sounded like? His worry ceased when he saw his brother, Castiel, and even Bobby running towards him.
"Sam! Thank God!" Dean threw his arms around Sam, giving him a quick hug. "We need to get you out of here."
Dean looked up at Sam when he grabbed his bicep. "No! We can't leave yet. There's a woman here. Her name is Marg." Sam explained and Dean could see worry glowing in Sam's eyes. "We cannot leave her here!"
"Damn, Sammy. Did you manage to find yourself a girlfriend while you were kidnapped?"
Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's light teasing, but the smile on his brother's face quickly disappeared. Castiel and Bobby were staring behind Sam, their eyes wide and he swore he saw fear in them. He even saw fear in Dean's eyes. Sam slowly turned, knowing what was standing behind him. The creature was huge, standing nearly a foot taller than Sam and was covered in thick black fur. Its features were more wolfish than human, but it was still a terrifying sight with drowl dripping from its jowls and rows of razor sharp teeth.
"What the hell?" Dean breathed and he quickly pulled out his shotgun, shooting the creature.
He had filled the shotgun with silver rounds, just in case it was the werewolf, but when the creature didn't even shudder, his heart sank. So not a werewolf., he thought as he reloaded his shotgun. The creature let out an unholy roar, causing fear to rush through the bodies of the hunters and angel. Bobby pulled out his handgun and fired off a few rounds into the creature until he realised that even his holy water dipped rounds didn't do anything to it. The men were about to make a run for it when they heard a voice from behind the creature.
"Hey, asshat!" Marg yelled and when the creature turned to face her, she held up the lighter and spray paint can. "I really hope you're not flame retardant." She muttered the last part to herself before she flicked the switch on the lighter, producing a small flame.
She focused her mind completely on the lighter in her hand and when she sprayed the spray paint over the flame, the blast it caused was more powerful than she was expecting. The huge stream of fire that engulfed the creature burned bright white and blue in the middle. The creature let out pained, soul shaking screams and howls as it burned and it collapsed to the ground, smoldering. Marg stopped straying the paint, dropping the can, and flicked the lid shut on the lighter, extinguishing the flame. Nobody moved as they waited to see if the creature would get back up and when it didn't, a small smile appeared on Marg's face.
"Glad to see you're in one piece, Sam." she smiled at the hunter and she flinced slightly at the state of his leg. "More or less."
Marg walked towards the group, her tee shirt and jeans along with her face smudged with dirt and the glass of her watch face was cracked. The cut on her forehead had started bleeding again and Sam noticed the blood that stained her teeth and ran out of the corner of her mouth. Marg let out a small gasp of surprise when Sam pulled her into his arms, hugging her. She blinked in surprise before hugging him back, finding that he practically towered over her.
"I'm okay, love." she muttered and Sam pulled out of the hug, smiling.
"'Love'?" Dean whispered to Castiel and Bobby and the older hunter shrugged, not quite sure what to think of the woman.
"I believe it's an term of affection in England." Castiel stated and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Thank you, Captian Obvious. We should get going so we can figure out what the hell happened and fix up Sammy's leg."
Everyone nodded in agreement and the group began the mile trek back to the Impala. The moon was high when they finally reached the Impala and Bobby and Dean helped Sam into the back of the car. Marg squeezed in next to Sam while Castiel disappeared in a rustle of clothing and wings. As they drove away, with Marg leaning her head on Sam's shoulder, red eyes opened and a soft growl echoed.
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Blood stained fingers passed the sharp, silver needle through ragid flesh, pulling together two sides of a rather deep gash with thick thread. Marg worried her bottom lip with her teeth in concentration as she stitched Sam's thigh. The monster, whatever it was, had managed to take out a good chunk of the large hunter and Sam set his jaw to keep from gasping in pain. Once Marg passed the needle through his skin for the last stitch, she quickly tighted a neat knot and rubbed antibacterial lotion on the stitches. She wiped her hands off the best she could before gently taping a thick gaze over the stitches and she smiled at her handiwork.
The small group of men watched her as she stood up and moved to the bathroom to clean herself up. The blood drops that had dripped from Marg's forehead into the sink quickly disappeared down the drain as she turned on the water. She rinsed the blood out of her mouth, washing it off her chin. She scrubbed the dirt off her face as well, hissing when she gently touched the cut on her forehead. Nausea settled once again in the pit of her stomach and as she renched what little was left in her stomach into the toilet, she hoped the sound of running water would cover the sound.
A knock on the bathroom door interuppted her just as she managed to stand back up and she opened the door. Sam stood outside with a crooked smile, which Marg returned. She flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth out once again.
"How's your head?" he asked softly and she shrugged easily.
"It's a dull throb now, but not before I threw up." she said easily as if it was nothing new and Sam frowned in concern.
"Do you want Cas to check you for a concussion?"
"I checked my pupils. I'm fine, love. Really."
Sam searched her grey eyes as if he were looking for a reason to have the angel take a look at her, but after several moments, he sighed in defeat. He was beginning to realise that Marg was a very stubborn woman. He watched her as she applied butterfly stitches to the cut on her forehead and she gently pushed passed him.
"Marg, right?" Dean asked over the top of his beer and she arched an eyebrow.
"Right." she answered and Sam moved to stand behind her, watching his brother closely.
"So, how did a lovely lady like you manage to get stuck a cage with my moose of a brother?"
Bobby rolled his eyes at the easy, charming smile on Dean's face and Marg crossed her arms over her chest. It was like he hadn't just seen the young woman toast a large creature with just a lighter and a spray paint can. Castiel studied Marg, trying to read her.
"You're Margery Crawford, the new head of Britian's U.P.R.U." he suddenly said and everyone looked at him in confusion, except for Marg, who eyed Castiel with suspicion. "I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord."
"Bloody awful name for my unit, but you're correct. Impressive, clever little angel, aren't you?"
"What in the hell is that?" Dean demanded, his gaze suspicious now as his eyes raked over Marg.
"It's a new branch of Her Majesty's Special Forces that deals with supernatural cases. Much like you do here, but I get a shiny badge and no police on my ass." Marg explained with a smug smile, shocking Dean and Bobby.
"You're a hunter?" Bobby asked, his voice gruff with surprise.
"You have a badge to let you hunt without getting in trouble with the law?" Dean asked, his eyes wide in awe.
Marg chuckled and looked at her watch, which was surprisenly still working. She groaned softly, finding that it was nearly six in the morning in England, still too early to call anyone. "Well, boys, unless I have to say 'Beam me up, Scotty', I have no way to get home." she sighed, putting her hands on her hips and the brothers frowned.
"We still need to find out why this thing crossed the ocean to bring you here." Sam said as he sat down on his bed, his thigh throbbing in pain.
Marg rubbed the bridge of her nose, silently admitting that Sam was right. They were still unsure what the creature was and what its intentions were. Why bother crossing an ocean for a victim? Let alone one who was now the head of a supernatural response unit. Marg looked down at her soiled clothing and groaned softly.
"Unless one of you two boys has clothes that are my size, I'm stuck in these soiled ones." she muttered in disgust.
Something made of cloth suddenly covered Marg's head and she quickly realised it was a rather large tee shirt that Sam had tossed at her. She pulled it off and gave him a wink of thanks. Dean finished his beer before yawning and Bobby left to book a room, considering it was too late to head back to his house.
"We should hit the hay. We need to do some major research tomorrow." Dean muttered sleepily and he glanced at Castiel. "Well, the rest of us need sleep."
"I will keep watch. I don't feel comfortable with letting our guard down yet." Castiel's voice was gruff as he settled into the chair that Dean had just abandoned. The one closest to the only window in the motel room.
Dean patted Castiel on the shoulder before moving to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Sam glanced at the beds, realizing there was three people for two beds. This was going to be an interesting night.
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Sorry if the ending seems strange, I just wasn't sure where to end it! I still hope that everyone enjoyed it!
