Hello everyone. Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it.
This takes place during Season 2 or 3, but before "Fresh Blood."
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"You fucking idiot!" Bri yelled out loud, loud enough for the Winchester brothers to turn their heads in shock and confusion.
"I can't believe you would say that! I'm going to murder you, you fucking fucky bitch!" Bri kept yelling. "You motherfucking asshole! You're going to get what's coming to you you fucking fuck fuckity fuck!" Bri's voiced got louder and louder, and angrier and angrier.
Bri threw her phone on the ground.
"Bri?" Dean slowly approached the angry angel. "Is everything alright?"
Bri shot him a death glare. He stopped moving altogether.
"Who was that?" Sam asked from a distance.
"A friend." Bri replied, disinterest in her voice. She bent down and picked up her phone, which wasn't even damaged.
"Doesn't sound like a friend anymore." Dean remarked.
"Oh, no." Bri brushed the dirt off her phone. "We're still friends. I was just having a bitch fit."
Dean gave Bri a weird look.
"We do this all the time." Bri shrugged. "No big deal."
"You sure?" Dean tried to confirm.
"Totally." Bri's phone rang. "Hold on." She answered. "You little motherfucking fuck." She paused. "Yeah, bitch, what do you need?" Bri asked. "No problem. Give me a couple days." Another pause. "See you, fucker." She hung up, smiling. "Sorry, you were saying?"
"Was that the same friend?" Dean asked.
Bri nodded like Dean wasn't catching on to something simple.
"Are we going into the hospital or not?" Sam asked, still not moving from his spot.
"Yeah." Dean yelled over his shoulder. "You coming, Bri?" He asked her, still using her nickname.
"Nah, I'll be at the car when you come out." Bri declined the offer.
"Suit yourself." Dean turned and walked with Sam into the hospital to look at a dead body.
Bri watched them until they disappeared into the hospital. She turned around and started walking down the sidewalk.
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"How may I help you?" The priest approached Bri as she walked into the empty church.
"I wish to confess my sins." Bri replied in a quieter voice than normal.
"Come with me, child." The priest led her to a confessional.
Bri kneeled down on the bench and the priest sat in a chair across from her.
"In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen." Bri and the priest did the sign of the cross.
"My last confession was many, many years ago." Bri kept her head low.
"And what are your sins, my dear?" The father asked.
"I have taken God's name in vain many times. I have lied, I have stolen, and I have lusted for a man." Bri confessed. "I am sorry for these and all the sins of my past life."
The priest remained quiet for a moment. "Are you truly sorry for these sins?"
"Yes, father." Bri's voice was barely above a whisper.
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Bri had put a pair sunglasses on and was watching people walk by while she leaned on the side of the Impala. Dean and Sam emerged from the hospital. Dean saw Bri first and lifted a hand. "Hey, Bri."
"Hey, Dean." Bri smiled, standing up straight. "What did you find out?"
"Apparently the blood loss didn't kill the guy." Dean pulled out the keys to the Impala.
"All of the stab wounds were deliberately avoiding major arteries and organs." Sam added.
"So what did kill him?" Bri asked, her hand on the door handle, waiting to open it.
"The loss of a major organ." Dean unlocked the car and pulled his door open. Bri did the same with hers.
"Which?" Bri asked.
Both got into the car. Sam slid into the backseat.
"His brain." Dean said, starting the car.
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"Dean!" Sam called out for his brother, who was currently being beaten up by a grimlock.
They had to kill the two grimlocks here and now, in the basement of an abandoned factory, in order to stop the killings of innocent people. The grimlocks were tall and muscular, with gray, scaly skin. They didn't have eyes, but that didn't stop them from fighting well. These two grimlocks specifically consume human brains, and somehow evolved past their need for just human flesh.
"Dean!" Sam called out again, having to fend for himself against the second grimlock, since Bri had disappeared somewhere.
"I'm a little busy, Sam!" Dean called back, ducking a punch from the grimlock.
Sam and Dean had managed to get themselves back into the same corner, with nowhere to escape.
"Duck!" Bri's voice commanded, from behind the grimlocks.
Sam and Dean immediately bent down and ducked, covering their heads with their hands.
Bri swung her arm in a flat, horizontal arc. The grimlocks' heads fell to the floor, with a shocked look on their faces. Their bodies collapsed to the floor.
Sam and Dean stared at the severed heads for a moment, then straightened to see Bri holding a sword. The blade was a little longer than a foot in length, and the hilt was about half a foot. Bri pulled out a cloth from her pocket and began to wipe off the grimlock blood from the blade.
"What is that?" Dean asked, slightly shocked.
"Angel blade." Bri calmly replied.
She dropped the dirty cloth onto a dead grimlock body and put the angel blade into its scabbard.
"Is that why you left?" Sam asked.
Bri nodded.
"Well, thanks for the warning." Dean huffed.
Sam punched Dean in the arm.
"Hey!" Dean protested. Sam gave him a hard stare.
"Thank you, Ambriel." Sam thanked the angel.
"Don't mention it." Bri turned and walked up the stairs, out of the basement and out of the factory, leaving the Winchester brothers to walk out alone.
Dean pulled out the keys to the Impala and unlocked it. Bri got into the backseat and Sam got into the passenger seat.
"So long, Colorado." Dean was happy to get out of the small town. He drove until they hit the nearest interstate before he turned on his music.
The three had made a pit stop in a small town just outside of Phoenix, Arizona, after about a four hour drive. Dean had managed to get them into a bar so he could get a drink.
Sam settled down into one corner of the bar and began searching for another hunt on his laptop. Bri sat with him as she sipped on her beer, scrolling through news headlines on her phone.
"Anything yet?" Bri asked, slightly impatient.
"Nothing so far." Sam looked at her.
"This would go faster if Dean was helping." Bri remarked.
"He never helps. He too busy picking up girls." Sam looked over at Dean, who was standing at the bar, chatting up a pretty looking girl. "Like right now." Sam was thoroughly annoyed and Bri noticied.
"Hold on a moment." Bri stood up and walked over to the bar. "Dean!" Bri put on a happy, yet annoyed face on. "I've been waiting, like, forever for you. Sam and I really need your help." Bri held his wrist.
"Sorry, I'm a bit busy." Dean tried to smile Bri away.
"Busy with what?" Bri acted dumb.
"I'm talking to this nice lady and you're interrupting us." Dean tried to stay polite.
"Who?" Bri turned to look at the girl Dean was referring to. The woman tried to smile nicely. "Oh, her?" Bri let out a little laugh. "You always did go for blondes."
"Excuse me?" The woman blurted out, looking between Bri and Dean. Dean tried to say something that would help him recover from this.
"Hey, Dean." Bri ignored the woman. "Don't you think you should get on the road before your fiancee gets home?" Bri paused. "If you leave now, I won't breathe a word of this to him." Bri added.
The woman Dean was flirting with gasped. "That's it!" She stormed away leaving Dean in shock.
"But seriously," Bri started, anger filling her voice, "help your brother."
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The three exited the bar after another hour of researching for any unusual murders. Sam had found an article on a woman, Elizabeth Phillips, whose house was broken into and her wrists were slit while she was in the bathtub.
Bri sat in front next to Dean while Sam had fallen asleep in the backseat. They were halfway to a city near San Francisco on the coast, called Pacifica.
"Now what the hell was that in the bar?" Dean asked Bri angrily, but keeping his voice low.
"You lack focus." Bri crossed her arms.
"I lack focus? Have you seen how focused I am when we're hunting?" Dean replied.
"It's true you're focused some of the time, but others…" Bri left the statement open-ended.
Dean stared at her in the rearview.
"Don't look at me like that, Dean Winchester. It's your brother who get's angry at you." Bri simply stated.
Dean stayed silent, as well as Bri, until the sun started to come up. Sam woke up and stretched in his seat.
"Good morning, Sam." Bri spoke from the backseat.
"Morning." Sam smiled. "Are we almost there?" Sam asked Dean.
Dean gave him a hard stare and then turned to look back at the road.
"Oh, am I getting the silent treatment now?" Sam sounded angry.
"Sorry, Sam." Bri spoke up. "I think it's my fault."
"It's alright, Ambriel." Sam replied. "Dean will get over it."
After another half hour of listening to music and small talk between Bri and Sam, the three arrived in Pacifica.
Dean found the morgue and pulled up next to it, parking the car.
"Alright, let's take a look at the body." Dean spoke up.
"He speaks!" Bri joked.
He rolled his eyes as he tried to hide a small smile that played on his lips.
"I can look at the body. You two go to the crime scene." Bri ordered.
"Are you sure?" Sam asked, turning around to look at her.
"Yes. I can handle myself." Bri replied.
"You don't even have a fake I.D." Dean interjected.
Bri reached into her pocket and pulled out a fake FBI badge with her picture on it. "I do now." Bri smirked.
"I stand corrected." Dean gave her a half smile.
Bri pulled out a gun from somewhere and holstered it on her hip. "Call me when you're done." She opened her door.
"But I don't have your number." Dean looked at her.
"You do now." Bri smiled as she got out of the car. She slammed the door shut.
Dean pulled out his phone and checked to see if Bri was right, which she was.
"One more thing." Bri put her hands on Sam's door and looked through the window.
Dean looked at her through Sam's window. Sam turned to look at her, too.
"Don't get arrested." Bri sighed.
"Will do." Dean mock saluted her.
Bri rolled her eyes, a little smile emerging on her lips. She walked away from the car and towards the entrance of the building.
"Damn, she's hot." Dean stared at Bri as she pulled open the door.
"Dean, she's an angel." Sam argued.
"So?" Dean rudely replied, putting the Impala in drive.
"Just sayin'." Sam held up his hands in exasperation.
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