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Chapter 3"He's not answering." Dean called for the 3rd time. Sam, from inside the car, rolled his eyes and replied,
"You said that already. 3 times. In the last 5 minutes." Dean just glared at him as he trudged back up to the impala.
"Let's just go." The blonde grumbled as he swung himself into the drivers seat.
"Finally. We need to stop by a pharmacy on the way to Milford." Dean started his baby still grumbling something about being ignored.
" Any change?" He rumbled, pulling out onto the highway and looking back at the unconscious man in their backseat. It had been 2 days ago when he awoke the first time and since then he had stayed in a light sleep, only fully waking long enough to swallow a few mouthfuls of broth before succumbing to unconsciousness. It was infuriating. Dean had finally convinced Sam to go on another hunt on their way to Bobby's. there were rumors of a vampire nest on the outskirts of Milford, Ohio that he couldn't wait to deal with.
"The maniacal started glowing." Sam stated with a shrug.
" What!?" The oldest exclaimed, glancing at his younger brother before returning his eyes to the deserted road.
" I think it's draining something from him like life force or something. I've been doing research and," Sam started but stopped when Dean scoffed. He glared at his arrogant brother and continued. " I found the markings. Archeologists found several of these bracelets in a hovel from the dark ages in the UK. None of the specialists have seen anything like it before. Then, 2 weeks ago one of the bracelets was stolen." Sam finished with another glare. Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
" So your saying this is some kind of medieval witch-craft type thing."
"I think so, yeah."
"and he should get better once it's off."
"In theory, yes. He should wake up at least."
"So how do we get it off?"
" I, " He paused, "Don't know." They road the rest of they way in silence, both chewing on the new information. Finally, they reached Milford. Dean checked in at the cheapest motel available then returned to the car. Within 30 minutes they had parked, carried their stuff and Merlin into the room, got into a fight about who would get into the shower first, Dean won, both taken a shower and had fallen asleep. It was mid day when they finally woke up. Sam came to first. He got up, changed, checked on Merlin's bandages, who had slept on the couch, and kicked His brother awake. Dean, who had bee dreaming of a hoard of sexy barmaids and strippers that were fighting for his attention through brawls and provocative dances where most ended up naked, was not happy at the intrusion.
" Get up, we got research to do before night fall." Sam called cheerfully, aware of just how infuriating he was being at the moment.
" I hate you." Dean growled through his pillow. He lingered for a moment, wishing he could trade his brother for the hoard of sexy women he had been dreaming about, then pushed himself up to get dressed. "you're a bitch, ya know that." Dean called from inside the shower. Sam smirked and sipped on a beer.
" And you're a jerk." He called back then smiled at his brothers bark of laughter. Dean stepped out of the bathroom, his hair sticking up in all directions and flashed a fake flirty smile at his brother. Sam rolled his eyes and took another swig of the bottle in his hand.
The rest of the day went quite smoothly. No one questioned their badges, they got all the information they needed. The body at the morgue was so obviously a vamp victim it was startling. It was too easy and both Winchesters knew it. By the time the sun was setting they had narrowed down the location of the nest and getting prepared to take it. It was in a warehouse just on the edge of town. It was a small nest, maybe 4 or 5 from what the people said. They drove to the place, jumpy and uncomfortable from how easy it was. Nothing was ever easy for them. Dean cleared his throat.
"Uhh Sammy, you do think this a trap, do ya." It just wasn't right. It had been too easy. To convenient.
"Maybe." Sam was just as tightly wound as his brother. Something was off. Dean was just about to reply when a scream pierced the air. Both boys were out of he car and running toward the building, worries temporarily forgotten. The scream had been human. They burst through the door, machetes at the ready only to stop at the scene before them. Blood covered the flood, flowing from decapitated bodies. Jagged teeth rested in the heads that lay on the floor. One, a woman's with blood seeping from both the body and head, rolled their way. In the center of the scene stood a girl with her back to them, bloody knives in both hands. Long, curly, black hair tumbled to the top of her great ass. Knee high, brown leather boots covered half of her worn jeans, and a leather jacket covered the top of her arms. She turned to face them and Dean gasped. She had large, sea blue eyes with long curved eyelashes. High cheekbones and perfectly curved lips colored dark red to match her smoky eyes. Her hair had been pulled back with half corn rows on her right side, letting every thing else flow down her front unhindered. A tight, black, tank top that revealed her large bust was covered by the form fitting leather jacket. Her sleeves had been rolled up to show a beautiful display of tattoos on her pale skin. Resting on her bare chest was a sliver druid symbol, if you believed in that sort of thing. Her full, dark, lips smirked and Dean nearly fainted.
" Caught the same trail I did. How cute." The smile dropped from her face, leaving a hard exterior. " Who are you?" as she spoke, she transferred her weight to one leg, stored her knives in a sheath under her jacket, and crossed her arms. Dean, who couldn't seem to get his mouth to work, looked Sam. Sam, getting the cue, stepped forward.
" We could ask the same thing." He replied and Dean mentally punched him. He wanted to know who the girl was so he could get her number, not tick her off. The girl, however, smirked again.
" True. I'm a hunter, as I assume you are as well seeing that you didn't scream like a bitch when you came in. Seeing as you're so young I guessing 2nd generation hunters. From the way you know what each other want just from a look you're either a couple or brothers. " Both boys pulled a face. " So Brothers, then. Hmm. Unnaturally tall, handsome, brothers, 2nd generation, covered in plaid." She paced for a minute then turned to look at them. "You're the Winchester boys, aren't you?" she stared at them, obviously wanting a reply.
"I'm Sam And this is Dean. That was quite impressive." Sam answered, awe evident in his voice. She smiled and stepped toward them.
"Thanks, I've been wanting to meet you and now." She stopped and sniffed the air. Sam, who was confused by her actions, stood still and waited. She turned, scanned the entire warehouse then fixed her gaze back on Sam. " There is another man with you. Where is he?" Her words were cold and harsh. Allowing no room for lying.
" Back at the motel. He was injured so we left him there." Sam answered once again due to his brothers inability. His curiosity now clouded over his lust. How did she know about the kid?
" pale, dark hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones?" she searched his face, aware of the fact that he can't lie to her but still looking for any other form of deception.
"Yeah. Do you know him?" Sam asked, also aware that he couldn't lie. She ignored his question.
"How was he injured?" Her steady gaze wavered with worry. Dean longed to comfort her but couldn't move. He was frozen, staring into her eyes, and her saw golden flecks begin to grow in the endless blue.
" He was captured and tortured by demons and,"
"Demons!?" she interrupted, anger now added to her hard gaze.
"Y-yes." Sam stuttered, now feeling fear squeeze his heart, rooted to the floor. She lowered her head.
"Shit." she muttered under her breath then brought her now half golden eyes back up to meet Sam's. "Was he wearing a silver bracelet covered in runes you've never seen before?"
"yes. Do you know how to take it off?" Sam asked, Visibly surprised that she knew about the maniacal. She nodded.
"Call Cas. He can take it off. Stand about 50 feet away from Merlin when you call and he should come. Just be sure not to leave him alone with Merlin. And don't mention me. I was never here." With a sigh she turned and left, her eyes back to the perfect blue they were before. The Winchesters slumped, able to move once again. Dean, who had finally found his voice, called after her.
" You never told us your name!" It echoed and she stopped right in the back entrance. Even from the distance he could see her lips curl into a smile. She spoke, then was gone before its quiet echo reached their ears.
"Mythri."