Holy crap, it's been a long time since I've updated this story! I apologize for the long time between updates, I've been extremely buys with my last year of college and new changes in my life. I hope everyone has been well and thanks for sticking with me! Hopefully, this won't be a terrible update. I just noticed that I had it sitting on my computer and decided to upload it. I don't owe anything except for my own characters. Enjoy and remember to review, please!
Sam stared up at the ceiling of the dark hotel room, his hands folded over his stomach as he laid on his back. He listened to Dean snoring softly in the other bed, Castiel's even breathing as he stared out of the window, and Marg's deep breathing next to him. Sam had offered to give the bed to Marg, but she insisted that they were both adults and were able to sleep in the same bed. It didn't help that Marg was currently only dressed in his tee shirt and her panties. She had nearly given all three men heart attacks when she stepped out of the bathroom like that. The shower that she had taken beforehand was like a godsend, given that her hair was caked with blood, dirt, and what she swore was the creature's drool. Marg had nearly gagged when she washed it out. Sam glanced at Marg in the moon lit room, his green eyes tracing the outline of her still form. He was remembering the deep and healing bruises that dotted her toned legs. It was like she had been tossed around like a rag doll. Sam's body tensed when he heard Marg moan softly in her sleep before she rolled closer to him. One of her hands was now laying on his shoulder, warm and soft. Surprisenly soft for being a hunter and even a cop. Sam's eyelids began to droop from the warmth of her sleeping body and he was soon asleep.
The sun was beginning to rise as Castiel continued to keep watch and he glanced at the beds. Dean was snoring deeply while Sam and Marg were sleeping facing each other, their hands clasped together. Castiel's blue eyes turned back to the window and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something was wrong. His ears perked when he heard Marg moan softly in her sleep and she sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes.
"Castiel?" she whispered sleepily, noticing how tense the angel was from across the room. She slowly slipped out of bed to not wake Sam and she walked over to Castiel. She laid her hands on his shoulders, her eyes moving to where he was staring out the window.
There was a shimmer on the parking lot, like what happened on hot summer days, but they knew it wasn't from the outside temperature. It was September in the mountains of Colorado. The shimmer appeared again, this time stronger.
"I'll grab a shotgun." Marg muttered as she stepped over to Dean's duffle bag.
She dug out a sawed-off shotgun and loaded it with salt rounds before stepping back over to Castiel. It didn't bother her that she currently wasn't dressed for shooting. It didn't seem to bother Castiel either as he stood up, moving closer to the window.
"What is it?" Marg whispered as she stood next to him.
"Some sort of demon, I believe. Do you know how to exorcise demons?" he explained and a smirk appeared on Marg's face.
"I think I can handle one."
"Good."
"Shouldn't we wake the brothers?"
Castiel glanced at the surprisenly still sleeping Winchesters before shaking his head. "No, I think we should be able to hand this single demon on our own, Marg."
"Very well."
Marg cocked the sawed-off and stepped towards the door, opening it slowly. Her grey eyes searched the parking lot, finding it empty except for a couple cars and the Impala. She felt Castiel pressing against her back, his own eyes scanning the parking lot and Marg saw the shimmer out of the corner of her eye. She was shoved back into the room with such force that Castiel flew back with her. He grunted when Marg landed on him. Dean and Sam sat up suddenly when they heard the commotion, rushing out of their beds.
"Bloody wanker." Marg muttered as she scrambled off Castiel and moved back towards the door.
Dean helped Castiel stand and raised an eyebrow in question. "What in the hell is going on?" he growled and Castiel fixed his coat as Sam grabbed another shotgun out of the duffle bag.
"Demon of sorts. Marg and I thought we could handle it on our own." Castiel quickly explained as Sam handed Dean a gun loaded with rock salt rounds.
"First that creature taking Sam and now this demon? What is wrong with this town?"
A shotgun blast could be heard outside and the brothers rushed to the door. Marg was kneeling on the ground, the shotgun laying next to her, and they were shocked to see a demon was standing in a devil's trap. The brothers' eyes widened in shock when they noticed that the devil's trap was drawn in blood. Blood dripped off the knife that Marg was holding, the knife that they didn't see her pick up. Blood also stained Marg's thigh, the cut on it was rather deep.
"-Omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." They heard Marg practically wheeze the last bit of the exorcism in pain and the demon screamed as thick black smoke shot out of it's mouth.
The smoke disappeared and the remaining man crumbled to the ground. Sam rushed over to Marg, kneeling next to her. "Marg?" he asked, his eyes scanning over the blood on her thigh and hand.
"Holy crap!" Dean spit out and Sam glared at him as he helped Marg back into the hotel room.
Bobby came running out of his room and his eyes widened when he noticed the blood on Marg. "What in the hell happened?!" he snapped while Sam grabbed a towel from the bathroom to wrap around Marg's thigh.
"Marg went all McGyver on a demon." Dean explained as he sprinked salt in front of the door and windows. "It was pretty cool."
"Not cool for me! You boys need to carry around thick markers." Marg hissed in pain as Sam wrapped the towel around her thigh and he quickly apologized.
"A demon? What in the hell is going on?" Bobby growled and Castiel frowned deeply.
"There is something wrong with this town. It feels...broken." Castiel explained, or at least tried to.
"Broken? How can a town be broken? Still doesn't explain why little Marg came across the pond." Dean argued, crossing his arms over his chest as Sam began patching up Marg.
"I still don't know."
"I believe I can help."
Everyone jumped in surprise at the sound of a woman's voice from behind Castiel and all eyes fell on a woman with chin length straight brown hair and dark eyes. Dean shot his revolver and she raised her hand, stopping the bullet before it hit her. She clicked her tongue in disappointment, the bullet dropping to the ground.
"Azayla." Marg breathed and the woman smiled at her.
