Five Finger Discount
The newly added Team Free Will is all packed up in the Impala.
"Dean," Castiel spoke shoved in between the two girls, Scottie and Reyna, "I strongly suggest we start using two cars.
"Can you pull the money out of your ass?" Dean looked at the rearview mirror at him.
"I don't think that's very logical-"
"Then shut your mouth."
"So where are we headed to?" Reyna asked Sam who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Chicago?," he replied.
"You've got to be kidding me," Scottie rolled her eyes.
"What about it?" Sam asked the two girls.
"We used to live there," Reyna told him, "Before we started. There used to be a hunter who let us live with him."
"Why are we even going there?" Scottie looked at Sam and Dean.
"There's been a string of people stealing."
"How is that strange?" Cas looked at him, "Humans have a tendency to steal, don't they?"
"True," Sam shrugged, "But not in this way. I didn't think it was a case until I looked at their records. They all had a clean record and then after the fifteenth of each month, they had their throats slashed out or their hearts squeezed."
"Could we make a pit stop, Dean?" Scottie leaned forward, "I think you might want to meet him."
The door opened of an old farmhouse and an older man with white hair and a straggly beard, "Who are you?" He clutched a gun.
"Scottie and Reyna Woodhill," Reyna smiled, "We came back. With friends."
The man dropped his weapon, smiled, and hugged the two of them.
"Are these two driving you insane?" He looked at Cas, Dean, and Sam.
"No troubles-" Sam started.
"Yes," Cas and Dean answered at the same time.
"Well, they always had their own special way of doing things," He let go of the girls and held out his hand for Dean, "Name's Dacosta."
"Dean," Dean shook his hand, "That's Sam, and this is Cas."
The man's smile disappeared, "Dean? Sam?"
"What now?" Dean glared at him.
"You're the Winchester brothers?" Dacosta stepped back.
"Yes," Sam stepped forward, "Is there a problem."
"Get off my property," Dacosta glared at them and stepped back into his house, "I'll help the two ladies. Not you three."
"Why not?" Sam asserted.
"Ask your father," And the door closed, with the locks clicking.
"Your dad's John Winchester… right?" Reyna questioned the brothers.
"Did you just now figure that out?" Dean's hands slapped the sides of his jeans.
"I guess we do know your dad," Scottie exposed, "He killed Josh's wife because she was a 'demon' Even though he could have just exorcised her. But no."
"What did you even want from here?" Dean rumbled.
"One sec," Scottie held up a finger and knocked on the door, Josh answered again and she whispered into his ear. He smiled.
"I'm guessing you five are cramped?" He laughed at them.
"Yes," Cas sighed.
"Well then here you go," Josh handed Scottie a key, "take care of her or I will hunt you down."
He closed the door and Scottie went out to the backyard, no one spoke. She appeared again in a '69 White Pontiac Firebird.
"Hop in!" She gestured to Reyna.
"NO FAIR!" Reyna grumbled but walked over and jumped in the passenger side.
"We'll lead," Scottie smirked at Dean.
"Guess we're headed to Crown Point," Dean sighed and got into the Impala.
The two cars parked outside of a small bed and breakfast.
"Two rooms," Dean handed the little old lady a card.
She swiped it, "You five are in luck."
"For what?" Sam interjected.
"Oh the Annual John Dillinger Fest," She smiled at him.
"Who?" He asked.
"John Dillinger was this criminal who broke out of the Old Jail in Crown Point and was charged for murder and theft," Scottie interrupted.
"I guess we stay in town for a little bit?" Reyna looked at the three guys, "See what happens."
(italicized is in boy's room with Cas, Sam, and Dean. Regular is with Scottie and Reyna)
"Reyna," Scottie was reading on the desktop given to them, "Look. I found the link."
"What could it be?" Dean looked over his brother's shoulder.
"Well they all went to the Jail tour," Scottie announced.
"That was where this Dillinger guy broke out of prison," Sam continued.
"So you think Dillinger is possessing people?" Reyna blinked.
"Seems like the only logical solution," Sam shrugged.
"I guess we're burning some bones," Reyna smirked, "Where is he buried?"
"Indianapolis?" Dean sighed, "We have a lot of driving to do."
"Not really," Scottie said, "Just three hours."
"Can't we just stay the night?" Cas muttered from his cot, "I'm exhausted."
"I guess," Sam closed up his laptop, "We leave tomorrow?"
"Sounds good," Dean sat down on his bed.
"You ready?" Reyna threw her bag over her shoulder.
"Hold on," Scottie wrote something out and placed it on the bed.
"What's that?" Reyna raised an eyebrow.
"Um… so they don't sell our room?"
"Alrighty then."
The two girls left the bed and breakfast and walked over to the Impala.
"Reyna," Scottie looked at her sister, "We don't have the key."
"Got it handled," Reyna lifted the car and strategically hotwired the Impala, "See?"
"Why aren't we using the Firebird?" Scottie got in the front seat.
"Dean's pissing me off," Reyna got in the passenger.
An hour later, there's a knock on the girl's door.
"Hello?" Cas's voice was on the other side of the door. After hearing not a single noise, he creaked the door open. He turned on the light to see both of the girls were missing.
"You've got to be kidding me," He muttered to himself and walked over to Scottie's bed.
Out to burn some bones. Be back soon!
~Scottie
"Dean we have a situation," Cas entered the other room again.
"Cas?" Dean blinked, "What is it?"
"They left without us," Cas held up the note.
"Those bitches," Dean muttered, "Sam! Wake up. Thing 1 and Thing 2 are smarter than they seem."
As they left Dean stopped in his place, "You've got to be kidding me."
The Impala was missing with the Firebird still in place.
Cas looked at the car, "Did they leave the key?"
"Probably in their room," Sam looked back to Dean, "I can't believe they took your car. I give them props."
"They're dead as soon as we find them," Dean growled.
The scene cuts to salt and lighter fluid being poured onto John Dillinger's skeleton.
"Are you sure this is right?" Scottie asked her sister before she lit the match, "I mean, we don't even know if it's Dillinger."
"Better safe than sorry," Reyna lit the match and dropped it into the grave. The two girls watched as the bones burned. As soon as the flames were out, they started to place the dirt back in place.
"Stop!" The girls heard a voice and three lights shine at their faces. They looked up to see Sam, Dean, and Cas all standing there.
"You two are in so much trouble," Dean barked, "What the hell were you two thinking?"
"Burn the bones, end the case," Reyna smiled, "The bones are burnt. Now we can relax."
"You don't even know if it was Dillinger," Sam sighed, "It could've been something completely different."
"Like?" Reyna's smile faded.
"A Toyol," Sam held up the printed paper, "a mythical creature."
"You couldn't have told us that?" Scottie glared at them.
"I was about to," Cas interrupted, "But then I saw you two were out."
"Come on," Dean muttered as he shut off his light, "Let's get back."
"But Dean," Reyna climbed out of the hole, "It'll be three in the morning when we get back."
"You stole my car," He hissed, "You are not sleeping."
He hopped into the Impala and turned it on.
And Fall Out Boy started blaring from the speakers.
"YOU TWO ARE NEVER TOUCHING BABY AGAIN," Dean yelled at them and threw the iPod in the backseat.
"You two are literally the definition of Bad Ass," Sam smiled at the girls as he mumbled under his breath.
"SAM! LET'S GO!" Dean yelled at his brother.
The five of them returned to the Square.
"Now where is this Toilet Roll?" Reyna asked the boys.
"Toyol," Cas sighed.
"Whatever."
"The Antique shop on Main," Sam interrupted.
"That's simple," Dean smirked, "Let's just find this shop and leave."
"That might be a bit difficult," Sam stopped when he looked out at the shops.
"What do you mean?" Dean turned and saw the three antique shops, "Split up."
"Easy," Scottie smirked, "We'll go to the one at the end of Main."
"Okay, here's what it says," Sam read from the printed page, "A Toyol is like a child, so it needs to be treated as such. In order to foster a closer relationship with this creature, below offering should be presented: A cup of milk every morning. Some toys, clothing, sweets and biscuits. A black candle and incense accompanied with mantras. Some will smear a few drops the owner's own blood to the Toyol statue."
"And Scottie, you're with me," Dean pointed to her, "We'll go there."
"Why her?" Reyna crossed her arms.
"I trust her more," Dean smirked.
Dean walked around with Scottie in the Antiques on Main shop.
"Alright grab some toys to distract the thing," Dean pointed to some things in the shop.
"Look," Scottie grabbed his arm, "Reyna looks up to you. Don't you dare hold this against her."
"I have a grudge against you too."
"Why?"
"You let her do that."
Scottie growled at him and let go, "Let's just kill this thing."
"Why didn't you take the Firebird?" Dean said after a few moments of silence.
"Oh my god," Scottie rolled her eyes, "Could you just let it go- DAMMIT."
She moved her wrist and accidentally cut herself on a table.
"Are you alright?" Dean looked at her wrist.
"Leave me alone!" Scottie stomped off.
"What is that?" Sam looked at what was in Reyna's hand.
"Letter opener," Reyna muttered, "And sweets."
"You know it was kind of wrong to steal the Impala."
"Shut up. How do you kill it?"
"Reyna."
"Sam."
He sighed, "A shard of a mirror. They are terrified of reflections. But don't change the subject."
"Look. I just want to get this done and over with. So just leave me alone."
"Is that it?" Dean picked up a jar, "Ugly little bastard."
"Dean!" Scottie looked at it, "It's kind of cute."
"Cute?" Dean judged her, "You probably think those bald dogs are cute."
"Aren't they?"
"Well okay then. You take care of it."
"Dean!" Scottie dropped the jar, "Oops."
"You just dropped a mythological creature and all you can say for yourself is 'oops'?" Dean looked down.
A drop of Scottie's blood fell on the Toyol. It's eyes slowly started to open.
"I think you're its owner now," Dean smirked.
"Shut up!" Scottie growled and bent down to pick it up, "It's like a child right?"
"Yeah," Dean looked at her, "Not so cute and cuddly now is he?"
"Go get the others, I got this," Scottie held it in her hand.
"It could kill you," Dean yelled, "I'm staying!"
"GO!" Scottie yelled as her eyes flashed yellow for a second. The light above her popped.
Dean did a double take and started out of the Antique shop.
"Sam! We have a situation," Dean ran into the other shop, "Scottie's a mother!"
"Wait what?!" Sam looked at him.
"We found the Toyol and then it made her the owner!"
"Then we have to kill it!" Reyna stepped forward.
"No we can't," Sam held her back, "Toyol's tend to kill the owners too."
"Well we have a little situation!" Dean smiled sarcastically, "Because her eyes flashed yellow and the lights popped. Something's up."
Scottie rocked the Toyol back and forth and sang softly:
"Carry on my wayward son; There'll be peace when you are done; Lay your weary head to rest; Don't you cry no more."
"Yellow?" Sam looked at his brother.
"Yellow," Dean replied, "Look we have to save her."
"How?" Reyna looked at Dean, "The damn thing is going to kill her."
"Once I rose above the noise and confusion; Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion; I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high; Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man; Though my mind could think I still was a mad man; I hear the voices when I'm dreaming; I can hear them say"
"We can try," Sam started walking out with Dean following.
"That's inhumane!" Reyna screamed at them. Her eyes flashed yellow and Dean and Sam stopped in their tracks.
"Carry on my wayward son; There'll be peace when you are done; Lay your weary head to rest; Don't you cry no more."
"What the hell is going on with you two?!" Dean pushed her against a wardrobe.
"I don't know!" Reyna cried, "Please, let's just save my sister!"
Dean paused for a moment and let Reyna go, "You're lucky I feel like she's my responsibility."
The three of them ran out of the shop and into the other one.
"I heard Scottie's singing," Cas said as the other three walked in, "I got worried."
"She's the mother," Dean walked towards Scottie with a mirror shard.
The Toyol freaked and tried to get away. Dean tried to stab the Toyol. It back fired and stabbed Scottie in the stomach.
"Agh," Scottie pulled the shard out and stabbed it herself.
The Toyol burst into flames and Sam and Reyna ran up to her.
"Are you alright?" Sam helped Scottie up.
"A little faint," Scottie pulled her shirt up. Not a scratch.
"What is going on?" Cas looked at her in awe.
THE END