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Dean and Sam had gone out for something to eat while Bri and Celeste settled down to start working on the case.
The two brother came back to the room a few minutes later with Chinese food in hand.
Dean saw the two girls sitting on a bed together with documents spread out around them, and a large corkboard in the corner of the room.
"Where did you get that?" Dean asked.
Bri shrugged. "Just pulled it out of somewhere."
"What do you need it for?" Sam came up behind Dean, setting his takeout bag down on a table.
"To organize our thoughts." Celeste replied, moving some papers around.
"Why a cork board of all things?" Dean asked.
"Do you use a whiteboard?" Bri asked, flipping the board around so it was a whiteboard.
Dean lifted an eyebrow.
"Chalkboard?" Bri flipped the board again so it was a chalkboard.
"Where did the cork go?" Sam asked.
Bri flipped it again.
"How do you keep doing that?" Dean asked.
Bri shrugged, pinning up some papers with thumb tacks.
"So what do you have so far?" Sam sat down in a chair.
"Elizabeth Phillips was single, one sister living in Florida, parents deceased, and worked as a marketing executive at a big company." Celeste started.
"Last night, she was taking a bath when her wrists were slit. She bled out into the water and then drowned." Bri added.
"Yeah, but her house was broken into, so all we have to do is track down the thing that killed her." Dean argued.
"Not quite." Celeste replied.
"The broken glass was on the outside window sill and not inside the house." Bri explained.
"So?" Dean didn't catch on.
"Someone broke out of the house. Not in." Bri replied.
"So something was locked into the house with Elizabeth Phillips?" Sam spoke up.
"Yup." Celeste answered.
"The thing is probably what killed her." Bri added.
"But what is it?" Dean asked.
"I don't even know." Celeste replied.
"Well, it could be a dhampir." Bri thought out loud.
"Oh, yeah. It could be." Celeste nodded in agreement.
"A what?" Dean asked, annoyed that he didn't know.
"Half-vampire, half-human." Bri explained.
"That does explain the whole thing with the blood." Sam nodded in agreement from his chair.
"Now what?" Dean asked. "Wait till it strikes next? We don't even know what it targets."
"Could be redheads." Bri replied, looking at Elizabeth Phillips' picture.
Slowly, all eyes turned to Celeste.
"What?" She cringed at all the attention and uncertainty.
"Bait time." Bri smiled.
"Oh, fuck." Celeste sighed.
~Later that night~
Bri had procured some heat and motion sensors and set them up throughout the hotel room. Sam and Dean were set up in the closet with Sam's laptop hooked up to the sensors. Celeste had changed into a strapless bikini and slid into the warm bath water filled with bubbles. Bri handed Celeste her angel blade, which she held by her side under the water.
"You good?" Bri asked.
"Yeah." Celeste rested her head on the edge of the tub.
"At least you get a bath out of it." Bri added.
Celeste narrowed her eyes.
"Oh, and just one thing." Celeste started to say.
"We're all set, Ambriel!" Sam called out.
"Alright!" Bri called back.
Celeste started to say something.
Bri interrupted. "I gotta go. I'll be in the closet with Sam and Dean if you need me." Bri stood up.
Celeste stifled a laugh.
"Wow, that sounded really wrong." Bri realized her mistake and walked out of the bathroom.
Bri opened the closet door, stepped in, and closed the door behind her.
"Hey." Dean let out a half-smile.
"Hey." Bri replied. "Is everything working?" She asked Sam.
"Yeah." He nodded, tapping a few keys on his laptop.
"Alright. Now we wait." Bri leaned back against the wall.
Dean sighed, sitting down on an empty shelf that surprisingly held his weight. Sam sat on a small stool, concentrating on the laptop screen.
About 10 minutes later, Dean was bored out of his mind and Bri was polishing her angel blade.
Sam waved a hand and pointed at the screen. Dean and Bri straightened up and peered over Sam's shoulders. Dean had a hand on Bri's back, between her shoulder blades. Bri didn't mind at all.
The three could see a figure standing in the doorway to room 507.
Dean tightened his grip on his wooden stake, as did Sam and Bri, with her angel blade.
The figure moved into the bathroom at a quick speed.
Celeste had her eyes closed, relaxing in the bath.
Bri teleported out of the closet and to the bathroom entrance.
The dhampir was hovering over Celeste in the bathtub. It was male. He bared his teeth, hands up and ready to attack.
"Celeste!" Bri warned.
Celeste opened her eyes and tensed, trying to grip the slippery angel blade.
The dhampir turned to attack Bri. She swung her angel blade and beheaded the dhampir.
The head fell into the tub onto Celeste's lap and the body crumpled to the floor.
Dean and Sam rushed into the bathroom, too late to the action.
"Gross." Dean remarked.
Sam made a disgusted face.
"Ew, ew, ew." Celeste pulled the head up by the hair and tossed it out of the tub. Then she realized that the dhampir was truly dead.
"Ambriel!" Celeste stood up in the tub, half the water sloshing over the edges. "I needed that for Uriel!" She complained, and then panicked.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" Bri raised her voice, concerned.
"I was trying to!" Celeste flung a hand out, droplets of water flying everywhere.
"UGH." Bri sighed, wiping her blade on a towel.
"What's this about?" Sam asked.
Celeste held up a hand as she got out of the tub, stopping the Winchester brothers from speaking, as she stepped over the dhampir's body. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. "It's none of your mundane business."
Sam and Dean stepped back, slightly offended and slightly nervous of what Celeste would do.
"Listen, I'm sure Uriel will be fine if you apologize." Bri offered.
Celeste pulled her/Uriel's angel sword out of the tub and wiped the bloody water off on the towel she was wearing. "Doubt it."
Bri's phone rang.
"Hello?" She answered. "Oh, hi Uriel."
Celeste started panicking.
"Celeste? What did she do?" Bri looked at Celeste with angry and annoyed eyes. "She stole your sword?!" Bri tried to to sound genuinely shocked.
Celeste silently shrieked as she ducked behind Sam for pointless cover.
"I did speak to her recently, but I don't know where she is currently." Bri snapped her fingers to Celeste's attention and then frantically waved her hand. Celeste took the hint and teleported the heck out of the hotel room.
"I will be on the lookout, sir." Bri nodded, spinning around slowly in a circle.
"Yes, I will notify you." Bri replied.
"Very well, actually." Bri answered a question that neither Sam nor Dean heard.
"I think so." Bri bit her lip.
"Is that Michael?" Bri asked, trying to listen to something she heard in the background.
"Oh, put him on!" Bri said excitedly.
"Heyyy." Bri sounded flirty.
"Good, good... Oh, really? I didn't know... Is that so?... I'll be there... Don't worry... Talk to you later... Say goodbye to Uriel for me... Bye Michael!" Bri hung up.
Dean held his arms wide, waiting for an explanation.
Bri held up a finger as she dialed Celeste.
"Yeah, all clear. You can come back." Bri hung up.
Celeste appeared again, dropping the phone away from her ear. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now, explain." Bri nodded towards Sam and Dean.
Celeste sighed sharply and turned to Sam and Dean. "I stole Uriel's sword. He's angry and hunting me down since I've stolen it before. I try and lay low until the heat dies down." Celeste explained.
Dean sucked in a breath as Sam shook his head slightly in disappointment.
"Celeste, you can clean that up." Bri gestured to the body.
"But-" Celeste started to complain.
"Nope. Do it." Bri commanded.
Celeste grumbled as she started draining the tub.
Bri walked out of the bathroom with Sam and Dean trailing behind her.
Bri collapsed on one of the beds. "I'm exhausted."
Dean rolled his eyes, tossing his stake to the side as he jumped onto the other bed.
"Hey, Sammy. Can you go get us some pizza?" Dean asked, folding his hands behind his head.
"Sure." Sam didn't sound enthusiastic but agreed anyways. He left in search of pizza.
"Who's Uriel? And Michael?" Dean asked, turning his head to look at Bri.
"Oh, come on, Dean. You can't connect the dots?" Bri looked a little shocked.
Dean thought for a moment, the gears in his head turning. "You mean the archangels?" He asked, skeptically.
"Yeah." Bri replied.
"That takes a whole new meaning to friends in high places, huh?" Dean joked, letting out a sexy half-smile.
Bri let out a laugh. She laughed too hard and snorted. Her hand flew to her nose, covering it, as if to take back the snort she just let out.
"What?" Dean was taken aback a little. "You hate when you snort?"
Bri nodded, a little embarrassed.
"I think it's cute." Dean half-smiled.
Bri dropped her hand, and looked away, blushing slightly.
Celeste came out of the bathroom, fully dressed. "Done." She announced.
"Finally." Bri sighed.
"Where's Sam?" Celeste asked.
"Getting pizza." Dean replied as Celeste collapsed into a chair.
Bri turned the TV on and the three watched the news.
About 10 minutes later, Sam returned with two boxes of pizza. Sam and Dean chowed down while Bri and Celeste chilled in the background.
"Do you two ever eat?" Dean asked through a mouth full of food.
"No." Celeste had grabbed the remote away from a non-resistant Bri.
"Why not?" Sam asked, wiping his mouth.
"Don't need to." Bri answered.
"That's depressing." Dean took another huge bite.
"We still can eat, we just don't have to." Celeste added. "I mean eating would weigh down angels, right?"
Sam and Dean pondered that food for thought while they ate food.
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