The rain was cold as it dripped down from Sam's hair onto his neck. The neon lights illuminated and reflected on the puddles that scattered the ground. The quiet hush of the people who pass by and the splash of cars that drive over puddles was relaxing but also made Sam feel like he had been waiting for hours. When he heard the metal door creak open, he came to full alert. Then there she was. Her dress was yellow and the red hat on her head made her easy to spot. Sam followed her around the corner and then to her car. She took out her keys and before she put them in the door she froze. Droplets of rain dripped off the brim of her hat and her auburn hair curled against her back.
"Can I help you young man?" She asked. She turned slowly and locked eyes with Sam.
"You have what I need." Sam replied.
"Oh, do I?" The witch's elegant fingers found their way to the amulet around her neck. "And what could that possibly be?" Sam shifted and his hand felt its way to his gun.
"Now, now. We don't need any violence, do we?" The woman removed her hat and slowly raised the amulet over her head. She held it out, tilting her head as if she was observing him. Sam looked at her with confusion then reached for it but when he came close to touching it, she quickly brought her hand back to her chest.
"What about a payment?" She said.
"What payment?" Sam replied with little patience in his voice.
"You think I would just give this to you?" She gasped in surprise. "No, child. I found this out of pure luck and I am not giving it up without something in return." Sam clenched his teeth in anger.
"Name your price." Sam crossed his arms over his chest. The witch smiled.
"Why is this old thing something that matters to you?" She placed her red hat back on her head, turning the amulet over in her palm.
"It never belonged to you in the first place." He raised his voice. This made the witch raise her eyebrows. "I've been tracking you for miles, I just want the necklace." He finished.
"Then take it from me." She said as she raised her arm above her head, the amulet dangling just above her hair."No weapons." Sam swiped his hand but the witch was much faster. Before he knew it, she was behind him. She shoved her high heel against the back of Sam's leg, forcing him to the wet ground.
"Come on now, you have to be faster than that." She taunted. Sam pulled himself up, feeling the bruise on the back of his leg already begin to form. He got to his feet and spun on his heel, catching a glimpse of her, he stuck his foot out. The witch stumbled, but regained her posture. An amused smile creeped across her lips. Sam started again and the two clashed and spun like they were dancing. Sam felt his blood drip down his cheek; he brought his hand up and felt claw marks across his face. He saw his blood drip from the tip of the witch's fingernails and blood was dripping from her nose.
"You got me good." She straightened her clothing. The witch looked at her hands to see the amulet was missing. She glared at Sam who was swinging the amulet around his finger.
"Yeah, I wasn't here to play games." Sam said as he turned the cool brass over in his hand. The woman crossed her arms and raised her chin.
"You won it fairly, now leave before I decide to hex you." The witch stopped and watched Sam walk away.
"KING ME!" Dean yelled happily as he raised his arms above his head. Cas sighed as he watched Dean turn over his red plastic chip over to the side with the crown. "Come on Cas, cheer up." Cas rolled his eyes then reached to slide one of his pieces to the next space.
"My leg still hurts." The angel admitted, watching Dean take his turn.
"Yeah I know, I'd give you some pain medicine but you're so tiny and...you know." The green eyed man gestured to all of him. He nodded at himself when he saw Cas jump one of his pieces and remove it from the board. They had been playing for hours. The first time they played, Dean had to teach Cas mostly everything. Cas quickly became good at playing and this was their sixth game. The record player wasn't too loud and played out a Led Zeppelin album, which helped them avoid awkward silences. Dean didn't speak about what happened the day before. Cas didn't bring it up either, he felt he had more control over his emotions. Even though his leg hurts like hell, which he blames himself, for being so stupid.
"Sam said he was on his way home, should be here any minute." Dean spoke, moving his red piece over Cas' black one, and taking the last black chip off the board and finishing the game. Cas lay his back on the table, becoming tired of sitting up. Dean took out his phone and checked his messages.
"Good, I'm tired of being this small. I hate having to tilt my head so far up just to look at your face." Cas said extending his arms above his head.
"You'd have to do that anyways, you're so short." Dean joked then laughed to himself.
"I'm not that short." Cas replied. "Not when I'm at full height anyways." They didn't talk for a while, Dean seemed to be in deep thought.
"By the way, Cas." Dean started. He placed his phone on the table. "About yesterday, I w-" He was interrupted by the creaking of the door at the top of the stairs. Sam made his way down the spiral staircase and approached the table.
"My god Cas, what happened to you." He said as he put a plastic bag on the table.
"He made a suicidal jump off the side of the table." Dean said before Cas even got a sound out. Sam made a face "Why?" Both Dean and Cas looked at each other, neither wanting to bring up what happened. "Nevermind, I don't want to know." Sam waved his hand , gesturing them to stop before they even started.
"I have everything we need." Sam opened the plastic bag and dug through its contents. "So, lets get this show on the road."
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