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Chapter 16 – Dragon's Blood
Dean burst through the door and immediately slammed it shut. He panted as he braced himself against the blows the door was receiving. He screwed his eyes shut in a brief moment of panic before he shouted to Krysta, "Shut the goddam doors!" She complied as he moved out of the way and Dean sighed in relief, the iron sheets falling over the doors and windows once again. He leaned against them and slid to the floor into a seated position. "One…vial…of dragon's…blood," he gasped holding it out to Krysta.
Krysta snatched it from his hand. "What took you so long?!" Dean gave her an incredulous look before gesturing to his soot-covered body, "I had to fight a freaking dragon in Purgatory!" Krysta shrugged and kept her snarky "well you couldn't have done it any faster?" to herself.
"Anyways," Krysta grinned, "I got everything else ready while you were out." She pointed to a wooden bowl filled with a black, soupy mixture. Dean raised an eyebrow. Dare he ask? What the hell, he decided.
"What's all in that?"
Krysta listed off the ingredients on her fingers. "Lavender, Holy Water, Beer, ashes from palm leaves, cinnamon, rose oil, Galangal, and myrrh." She poured the dragon's blood into the mixture slowly as she stirred. The potion turned a brilliant orange before returning to black.
Dean eyed her suspiciously. "Where'd you get all that stuff?"
She shrugged. "I have loads of things stashed around here, just in case of an emergency." She waited as Dean registered this and smirked when he glared at her.
"Wait," he growled, "so I just risked my life to get blood from a dragon, and you have everything else just lying around?!" Krysta chuckled.
"I guess so."
Dean sputtered angrily for a few minutes before crossing his arms over his chest. "Bitch," he snarled.
"Takes one to know one," Krysta smirked. She read over the spell a final time. "Okay, so I need one more thing." She looked up, her eyes focusing on Dean's left foot. "Your shoe, hand it over," she ordered.
"What?!"
Krysta didn't wait for his compliance, she darted over and stole his left shoe, taking out the shoelace and tying it in a knot. "What are you doing?!" Dean demanded.
"I need a shoelace."
"Use your own!"
"Are you kidding?! I need it!" Before Dean could reply, she lit the shoelace on fire, watching as it burned. Dean muttered to himself angrily about how he needed his shoelaces, though no one ever seemed to care about how he felt.
Once the shoelace was sufficiently burnt, Krysta blew out the fire and plopped it into the mixture. The duo stared in awe as it burst into purple flames before returning to its still, black form. There was a beat of silence then, Dean cleared his throat. "So, uh is that it?"
Krysta frowned, disgust taking over her face. "Not quite," she groaned.
Dean scratched his chin. "So what now?" he asked.
"…I have to drink it."
Gaping at Krysta, Dean was at a loss for words. He was stuck somewhere between disgust, feelings of retribution, and laughter. However, disgust was the only feeling left over once Krysta started to drink.
Krysta's face screwed up as she tried not to throw up. Complete and utter repulsion didn't even come close to what she was feeling. Once the entire mixture went down, she shuddered. "Okay," she coughed, "that's never happening again."
Suddenly, Krysta began to glow. The potion affected her immediately and her eyes widened in shock. She grabbed Dean's forearm just before she was completely engulfed by the light. They were going.
She just hoped they would end up in the right place.