A/N: So here is the next chapter for you all! I think I should make it clear that I am not doing the whole Amy plotline, because, I personally didn't like it and I just don't feel like it would fit in my stories. Most of this story will be original chapters, with a few of the canon cases thrown in. So, I just wanted to clear that up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
After dealing with the case at the asylum, Sam, Dean and Natalie stayed in town for a few days, mostly because of Dean's constant nagging. There was some kind of local celebration that was being held in the town and Dean had to nag Natalie and Sam enough to where they agreed to stay. All Dean could think of was free drinks. Of course he would. But, Natalie and Sam both stayed sober the first few days, only taking down a few drinks. It wasn't until the last day that Natalie decided to fully indulge herself, which probably wasn't the best idea.
The day after, Dean woke Natalie up, almost had to drag her out of bed so that they can finally get back on the road. Unluckily, Natalie was suffering was one of the worst hangovers she's ever had. Natalie merely popped in two painkillers, thinking that it would help in some way—it didn't. With her head pounding, she was dragged to a nearby restaurant for breakfast, when all she wanted to do was sleep. In the car or at the motel, it didn't matter. She was about half a second away from just letting her head fall against the table, but, that would only aggravate her headache.
When the waitress came to take their orders, she remained on Natalie for longer than she would've liked. That's because Natalie was trying so hard to remember the remedy for a hangover. The day after her twenty first birthday, Natalie had a terrible hangover from the celebration and her brother greeted her with coffee and waffles the next morning. He always promoted the concept that coffee and waffles are amazing at "soaking up the alcohol". Ever since then, that's what Natalie treated herself to after a night of drinking herself to death.
Once the order was taken, Natalie leaned her face against her hand and her eyes slowly closed from their heaviness. But, Dean had a clear view of Natalie's face and, even though her eyes were closed, she looked like she was going to be sick.
"Nad. You look like you're going to throw up." Dean commented.
"I feel like it too." Natalie's words jumbled under her breath. "I hate hangovers...I hate drinking."
"You were the one who thought it would be a good idea to go all out on the last day."
Natalie picked up a napkin in front of her, crumpled it and tossed it at Dean's face. "I don't need to be reminded."
Dean tossed the balled napkin to the other side of the table, giving Sam a look and he didn't even try to suppress that smile that appeared. "Maybe you'll learn from this."
Natalie slowly opened her eyes and her glare had a hysterical menace look to it and it only made Dean smile even more. "Don't laugh at me Dean...it's not funny."
"I'm getting a pretty good laugh from it."
"Whatever." Natalie grumbled as she rested her head against the table.
The waitress came back with their drinks and as the first glass was set down, Natalie immediately sat up from the sound. Hissing from her discomfort, Natalie pressed her hand against her forehead.
"You should be happy that your coffee is here now." Dean said, pushing it towards her.
"I swear...I'm going to stay off hard liquor for a while."
Dean took a drink from his glass and scoffed. "We'll see how long that lasts."
Natalie tiredly reached her hand towards the sugar packs, but, didn't make too much of an effort to get them. It wasn't until she looked at Sam, who was sitting next to her, and with a slight roll of the eyes, he handed her a few packs.
"Thank you." She tore open about three things of sugar and dumped them in her coffee. Sam's hand found its way to her back and he began to make soothing rubs, making her groan a few times.
"So, what was that thing you wanted to tell us about Caden?" Dean decided that he was going to break out the question. It was something that Natalie only briefly touched on while they were in town and now, they needed to get the full explanation.
"Come on, Dean. Can't you just wait until I'm somewhat over this hangover."
"You're talking, aren't you?"
Natalie only groaned at his question and took a quick drink from her coffee. "Fine. So, the night before we left for the job at the asylum, Caden took me to this abandoned house."
"Abandoned house? Why the hell would he take you there?" Sam's brows were furrowed deep as he watched Natalie stir her coffee.
"It's where he's going to be staying at. This other angel, Sarah, was the one who helped get him out of Heaven and, basically, Caden is hiding like some refugee. The place is only useful as long as the angels don't find out that Sarah was apart of his breakout."
"Okay, and what happens if the angels find out about it? I mean, if they are hell bent on finding him, they are going to eventually."
Dean nodded in his own hasty agreement with Sam's comment. "Angels are relentless dicks. And Caden killed a few of them. That's not going to go unpunished and to amount that with him breaking out of Heaven jail, things aren't looking to good for him."
"Yeah, Dean, thanks for the reminder, as if I'm not already worried about him." Natalie bit back, her voice still slurred from leftover alcohol her body was trying to push through her system. "That's not the only thing I'm worried about."
"Oh god." Dean leaned back in his seat and sighed heavily. "What else could possibly go wrong with the angels?"
"Another civil war."
Both Sam and Dean stared at Natalie, eyes barely widened and mouths slightly apart. What else will be piled onto their list of things to deal with? First, it's this Leviathan infestation and now, another damn angel civil war?
"What do you mean...another angel war?" Dean asked again, his voice growing more stern towards the end.
The waitress interrupted the conversation by bringing over their food. The three of them sat in silence, each of them quietly saying their thanks before she walked away from the table.
"Okay, so, Sarah told me that ever since Cas disappeared, there has been this power struggle up in heaven." Natalie picked up the syrup and began to drench her waffles in it. "She said that there are three angels who are fighting for the big, high chair. Daniel, Naomi and Yael."
Dean nodded as he took a bite from his eggs. "Which one is gaining the upper hand?"
"Sarah told me that it was Daniel. Apparently, he's the big angel up there with the most support. But, the way he's going about gaining support, it sounds like a modern day politician."
Sam raised his brow as he chewed his food and gave Natalie a good. "Why's that?"
Natalie cut out a few pieces of her waffle and slowly took the bite. "He's been spreading word amongst the angels that Caden knew about Castiel's plan to open Purgatory, all along."
"Wait, he's saying that Caden was in on it the whole time?" Sam repeated for clarification.
Natalie nodded. "Just think, Cas goes up there and proceeds on a rampage and then he just disappears. The angels are confused and they have no leader. Then this power struggle happens, the candidates are going to do whatever they can to get that seat...even if it means lying their way to the top. Basically, they are so vulnerable, they're willing to believe and follow anything and anyone."
"He's going to be using that even more to his advantage. Have any of the angels even started looking for him yet?" Sam asked.
"I'm not sure. If anything Daniel will be the one who sends out the word and then Caden is going to be screwed."
"Let's just hope that this time, they'll keep the fight in their own territory, instead, of bringing it down on all of us."
"They're angels, Dean." Natalie reminded. "They are possibly some of the most self-centered beings I have ever encountered. They don't care about what it could bring down up them or us."
"Is there anything we can do to help?"
"No. Caden said he wants us to stay out of it. He thinks we already have enough to deal with and he doesn't want us getting into it with the angels anymore."
Dean hummed in response. "That's very considerate of him."
"But, there is something that we should possibly consider." Natalie added. She looked up at Dean and then over at Sam. "We should ask Sarah if she could fix your head. I mean Caden won't be able to, but, maybe she can."
Sam looked at Natalie and then at Dean, seeing that it was something they both were considering. But, Sam was quick to shake his head. "No, we don't need to ask her."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"I'm fine."
Dean scoffed. "Yeah, Sam, you have a clean bill of mental health right now."
Sam sighed. "No, I'm serious. I'm fine. Yeah, every once in a while you guys find me just dazing off, but, it's not a big deal."
"Sam." Natalie began. "Can you please just consider it?"
"I don't need to consider it Nad. I don't need her to fix my head. I'm doing good with dealing with it on my own." Sam's statement seemed to have ended his side of the argument and he went back to eating his food, even though he could see Lucifer sitting across from him.
Natalie shook her head and groaned. "I'm too hungover to argue it with you. So, we'll just leave it at that. Okay, enough of the angels for now. Where are we heading to next?" Natalie asked, before taking a few more bites from her food.
"Prosperity, Indiana." Dean replied with a small grin, trying to lighten the mood after the failed attempt of getting Sam help. "There have been two mysterious deaths within the past week. The first one involved a guy, Carl Dunlop, died from essentially being cooked alive in his own hot tub. And then there's Wendy Goodson, who was a real estate agent who was burnt alive while getting her hair done in a salon."
Natalie and Sam stared at Dean, silently, both of them chewing what was left in their mouths. "Two weird deaths in just a short week." Dean went on to add. "That seems like something right up our alley."
Natalie began to cut into her food and paused, closed her eyes and blew out a breath. A whole new round of dizziness just suddenly hit her. "I guess." She hissed out.
The three of them ate their breakfast at a even pace, although, Natalie stopped halfway through finishing hers. Eating this didn't seem like it was helping her in the slightest. In fact, the churning in her stomach only got worse. But, she tried to ease it away from drinking about five cups of coffee—or maybe it was six. She honestly doesn't remember, it wasn't like she was keeping count.
After Sam and Dean completed their meals, the bill was paid for and a tip was left, the three hunters made their exit. Although, the entire walk to the car was almost like a workout for Natalie. While she was sitting at the table, her dizziness was able to wane slightly, now that she was up and moving, it was in full throttle. When she made it to the car door, Natalie had to stop and gather herself. She could feel an ache in her stomach, but, she didn't think that she was going to vomit everywhere. The most likely cause is from all the coffee she drank not too long ago.
Tearing away from the car, Natalie ran over to the trash can near the restaurant and vomited. Even though all she could hear were her coughs, Natalie was able to point out Dean saying something that was relevant to how disgusting this was. But, she couldn't hint out any real disgust in his voice. If anything, Dean was getting a kick out of this.
Natalie gathered what was left in her mouth and spit it into the trashcan. She slowly leaned away and let out a disgruntled groan. "That was such a waste of waffles."
"Really? That's your main concern?" Dean's voice rang out and reached Natalie's ears.
She leaned away from the trashcan, her arm braced against her stomach and groaned again. "It was."
Sam offered Natalie a sympathetic smile as he took a hold of her arm and guided her back over to the car. He quickly opened the back door for her and she didn't hesitate by quickly lying down on the backseat, her warm cheek rested against the cool leather and she couldn't help, but, sigh in relief. When Dean and Sam were situated in their spots, Natalie opened her eyes and saw the back of their heads.
"How long until we get there?" Her voice was a little off due to the side of her face being pressed against the seat.
Dean looked into the rear view mirror and saw Natalie's body splayed out on the backseat and shook his head. "We have about a six hour drive ahead of us."
"Good. That means I can get some more sleep."
Natalie was able to fall asleep without much trouble. Even when Dean turned on the radio, which Sam tried to turn off several times, it didn't seem to faze Natalie that much. She was out. Dean even began to joke that they should try and do some childish prank on Natalie. They currently had a lot on their plate and it would be nice to just let loose some of that stress. But, Sam was quick to shut it down, supporting that he didn't want to have another prank war on his hands. Even though Dean thought that Sam was sucking the fun out of a potentially great war, Dean back down from his initial plan.
They arrived in Prosperity, a little earlier than they had anticipated. Dean made sure to go for a motel so that Natalie would be able to gather herself before they went out for info on the deaths. Natalie made a quick jump in the shower and dried out her hair as much as she could. After getting her clothes on and made sure that she had her badge, Natalie left the motel and hopped into the Impala.
First, they visited the police station, so that they could see the official report. Then, the three of them decided to split up. Sam offered to go and talk with Wendy's sister and that left Dean and Natalie to go and check out the salon, where she died. After dropping off Sam, Dean and Natalie headed for the salon and as they walked up to the door, Dean couldn't help, but, cast Natalie a quick glance.
"You feeling better?"
Natalie gave an unsure nod. "I mean feel a lot more alert. And if you think I'm going to screw this up, I won't. I'm sober enough to not blow our cover."
"I'm just a little more worried about you throwing up all over the place."
Natalie glared at Dean, who only answered with a light smile, to which Natalie rolled her eyes. She didn't necessarily feel at her highest point, but, it was going to be enough to get through this search.
Dean opened the door to the salon, allowing Natalie to walk in first then quickly followed in suit. As they were being approached by one of the workers, Natalie and Dean both pulled out their badges and showed it to the guys, who eyes them curiously.
"The feds are getting in on this?" He asked, his brow raising.
"It's just a few new branches in the department that are being tested out." Dean answered.
Even though that was a very bogus explanation, the guy accepted the reasoning, without much thought. That was something Natalie always loved. Whenever someone would just accept their explanation, without questioning them. It really did save them a lot of trouble.
"What can I do for you then, agents?"
"We're here to investigate the death of Wendy Goodson."
The man's face dropped and Natalie sensed his body began to tense up. "Well, I already told the police what happened. Wouldn't they have told you the report?"
"Yes." Dean replied with a half nod. "But, we just wanted to make sure that all the details are clear. So could you possibly just tell us, what happened that day?" Dean replied.
"Right. Well, it was any other day. Wendy came in to have her hair done, the usual. Then I took her to the hair dryers."
"Can you show us?" Dean asked quickly.
The man nodded and began to guide both of them towards the back of the salon, where he opened two sliding glass doors, revealing a room with a row of hair dryers and chairs.
"I settled her into one of the chairs and then left. Nothing was wrong when I left."
Natalie left Dean's side and made her way over towards the chairs. Walking down the row, she stopped at the sixth or seventh chair and turned to the man. "Is this the chair she was sitting in?" Natalie asked, her hand motioning towards the chair.
"Yes." The man confirmed.
Natalie looked back down at the chair and as Dean began to converse with the guy, Natalie began to search around the chair. From the bits of the conversation Dean was having with the him, what happened to Wendy was something that shouldn't have happened. In fact, according to the guy, it was merely impossible. The hair dryer would have shut down if anything had gone wrong during its operation.
Bending down near the back of the chair, Natalie looked for anything that might have been wrong with the thing itself. There wasn't really anything she could find. Then, she spotted something on the ground, behind the chair and she picked it up. It was a coin of sorts, certainly not one that could be passed off as loose change. Natalie didn't know exactly what this coin was for, but, it was behind the seat that Wendy was in, so it might be something.
Natalie stood back up, the coin in her hand and she gave Dean quick nod, telling him to wrap up the conversation he was having. After they dismissed their questioning, Dean and Natalie walked out of the salon and towards the Impala.
"So, what did you find?" Dean asked, but, his attention was on some random billboard. But, it only remained there for a few seconds.
Natalie opened her palm and held it out towards Dean, who gently took the coin to examine it. "I found it behind the chair that Wendy was in when she died."
Dean inspected the object, his brows were creased and his eyes had narrowed slightly.
"What do you think?" Natalie asked.
"I've never seen anything like this."
"Well, I highly doubt that it just was there by accident. This isn't the kind of coin that I would find in someone's wallet or pocket, even."
Dean pulled out his phone from his pocket and quickly dialed out Sam's number as he handed the coin back over to Natalie.
"Hey, so, Nad may have found something at the salon." Dean said into the phone.
"What?"
"She found this strange looking coin behind one of the chairs. And, to be honest, I'm not even sure what the hell this is."
"Okay, well, it was behind the seat that Wendy died in. You think it might be some kind of hex?"
"Honestly, I'm not too sure what to think."
Natalie felt her phone go off in her pocket and she quickly pulled it out. Waiting until she was standing by the passenger door, she then answered the call.
"Hello."
"Agent Wilson?"
"Yes."
"Well, you wanted to be contacted if any other incidents occurred and there has been another death."
"You have a location for me?"
"The construction site on Harver Lane."
"Okay, thanks." Natalie pulled the phone away and looked up, seeing that Dean was about to get into the drivers seat, but, he was too busy looking at her.
"What was that call about?" He asked, although, he still had the phone up to his ear.
"There's been another death. The construction site on Harver Lane. We need to get there."
"Alright." Dean nodded. "Sam, we're coming to pick you up, there's been another one."
Natalie entered the car as Dean ended the call and then followed, quickly easing himself into the driver's seat. After turning on the engine, Dean drove away from the salon and back towards where they had dropped Sam off. The entire drive, Natalie was so preoccupied with the coin in her hand. She could only compare to those ancient coins you would find in some museums, on display and whatever was engraved on this thing, she had no way to interpret it. She didn't even notice that they were at Sam's location until Dean had to snap her out of it. After Natalie moved to the backseat, which she didn't have a problem with, she handed Sam the coin, so that he could take a look at it. Just like Dean and Natalie, he wasn't even too sure what to make of it. But, they didn't manage to get far with their deciphering. Before they knew it, they were at the construction site.
The scene was still crawling with several policemen and EMT's and some of the officers were inspecting one of the portable bathrooms and Natalie couldn't help, but, internally groan. This involves a portable bathroom? Despite how she felt, Natalie, Dean and Sam began to make their towards the scene. Sam broke from the group and went into a trailer to talk with some of the workers that had returned.
Dean and Natalie made their way over to a group of officers that were surrounding the portable bathroom and Natalie couldn't help, but, scrunch her face up as she saw the body inside the thing, covered with a sheet.
"Well, isn't that a nice sight." Natalie quietly commented as she and Dean both presented their badges as they stopped at the opening.
Natalie took hold of the sheet and gently lifted it up until they both were able to get a clear view of the body. Both were rendered silent, but, Natalie had to bite down on her lip to keep from voicing her disgust.
"Dean?"
"Yeah."
Natalie swallowed and blinked a few times. "He has nails in his eyes. Literally, nails...in his eyes."
"Yeah...I can see that." Dean took the sheet from Natalie's grip and allowed it to drape back over the body.
Turning to the cop who was standing behind them, Dean motioned back over at the body. "So, uh, whose the victim here?"
"Dewey Stevens. He owns a construction company and was out here, following up on a few routine rounds."
"Okay, and, this poor fellow was taking a leak, before, he got pelted by a nail gun?"
The cop gave a slow nod. "All of the other workers had gone home for the day. Everything had been shut down for the day."
Natalie hummed to herself and looked away from the covered body and towards the officer. "Do you have any idea as to how he got bombarded with a nail gun?"
The cop only shrugged his shoulders. "We're not sure. We have been trying to find the power source that the gun might have been hooked up to, but, there are no generators anywhere. Not even in Dewey's truck."
"Okay, well, if you find anything else, just let us know." Dean offered, to which the cop nodded and walked off to talk with some of the other officers.
Dean then quickly turned to Natalie. "Why don't you go and see what Sam was able to find? I'll stay here and have a look around in this...portable place."
Natalie gave Dean a thin smile and patted his shoulder. "Have fun."
Making her way over to the portable trailer, Natalie showed her badge quickly to the officers at the door and then made her way in. Luckily, there was no one, other than Sam, in this place, so, she didn't have to worry about someone overhearing something.
"Hey." She walked over to Sam, who was sitting at a desk, a laptop planted in front of him.
"Hey." Sam replied, turning to look at her quickly. "What did you find out about the victim?" He asked, as he turned back towards the laptop.
"It was...a very interesting thing. He had nails in his eyes."
Sam halted his searching and slowly looked up at Natalie. "Nails? Like, nails, right?"
"Like nails. I mean they were just shot in there pretty good." Natalie replied, her eyes widening towards the end for effect.
"Thanks. Now I have that visual in my mind."
"Sorry." Natalie leaned down towards him. "Did you manage to find anything?"
"Well, I to find something that connects all of the victims. It turns out that they all were connected with a project, which was the construction of a shopping center."
Natalie narrowed her eyes and tilted her head. "Wait. If this was something that they all were in on...why didn't we know about it?"
"It's because the whole thing fell apart. These emails here, there were some heated conversations going on between them and then...the whole planning for this place just ceased."
"Okay, so, all of the victims are part of this project, something happens during the whole planning...and now they are all dead? I don't get it."
Sam gave a small shrug as he scrolled down the page. "Well, they all aren't dead. Not yet at least."
Natalie gave Sam a look and then turned her attention on the screen. "What do you mean?"
"They all were working with a guy by the name of Don Stark"
Natalie let out a quick laugh. "Is Tony by any chance his relative?" But, Natalie's little sarcastic reply suddenly fell flat, when the name began to ring familiar to her.
Sam, who had been amused by her remark, looked over at Natalie and could see the quizzical look on her face. She was clearly trying to put something into clear text. "What is it?"
"That name. I know that name from somewhere."
Natalie, Sam and Dean walked up towards the pathway of a large building, with a bust settle right in the middle of it. The building is decorated with various posters that were promoting an auction that was being held for a charity.
"He seems to be a pretty hands on guy." Natalie commented.
"Alright, so, if all of the other contributors to the shopping center project are dead, then, he should be next." Dean finally spoke up.
Natalie cinched her lips to the side as she noticed the plants that were surrounding the bust were all completely dead. Tilting her head, her eyes narrowed as she thought back to when Dean and her were at the salon. Across the street, there was a bench with Wendy's advertisement on it and the plants there were all dead.
"Do you think that's a little weird?" Natalie motioned at the patch of dead plants.
"Didn't we see something like that back at the salon?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. I don't think it's normal for plants to just be dead like that. I mean if these are dead, then there should be plenty of others that are all dried up."
Sam pulled out his phone when he heard a notification going off. It was an email from Bobby. Before they left the construction site, Sam had sent Bobby photos of the coins Dean and Natalie found at the salon and the construction site.
"Well, we finally have something answered." Sam spoke up. "The coins are Romanian Cyrillic, they were used in the mid-15th to 19th century. Bobby says that it's an antique Wallachian ducat."
"So, basically, whoever owned these coins are Romanian. We just need to find someone whose Romanian then." Dean seemed to offer this is a simple solution.
"Alright, before, we settle on something. How about we go in and talk with Mr. Stark?" Natalie offered.
Sam and Dean complied to Natalie's request by making their way up to the house, with Natalie towing closely behind. They were greeted by a young woman, looked to be in her mid-twenties and Natalie caught Dean giving her a look, which prompted her to nudge him in the side. Luckily, the woman didn't give them any problems, at least, until they showed her their badges. Although, she was reluctant, she allowed them access into the house and quietly led them towards Don's office. When they came the office door, the young woman knocked quickly, waited a few seconds and then opened the door.
"Mr. Stark, I'm sorry to bother you, but, the FBI is here and they really needed to speak with you."
Dean, Sam and Natalie all entered the room, encountering a slightly surprised man, who was sitting at his desk. Even though he really wasn't in the mood for questioning, Don excused his assistant and conjured up a convincing smile for the three of them.
"How can I help you three?"
"We were wondering if we could ask you a few questions about the recent deaths here."
Don raised his brows at Dean's words and let out a calm sigh. "I'm guessing if the FBI is getting involved, then, you all must be thinking that these are murders."
"From what we have been able to gather, that is where we are leaning more towards." Dean answered.
"It's a shame really."
Natalie let out a silent scoff. He was trying to sound sincere, but, she could tell by his tone that there really didn't seem to be any, at least, it didn't sound sincere.
"Excuse me. I was wondering if you could tell me where the bathroom was?"
"Yeah, she hasn't been having the best day." Dean was quick to add in his own comment, which garnered him a hardened stare from Natalie.
Nonetheless, Don didn't seem to fazed by the look Dean just received. "Of course. It's just down the hall and first door on the left."
Natalie nodded her thanks and quickly left the room. Instead of turning into the bathroom, she continued on until she reached the foot of the staircase. Taking a quick survey around her, seeing no one was around, she quickly walked up the steps, making sure not to make any noise. Once she reached the top, Natalie was faced with a hallway that had a lot of doors. In a brief moment, she thought back to well over a year ago, when she, Dean and Sam were over at River Pass, Colorado where they encountered War. Sam was taken and the house he was in had multiple rooms on the top floor. Natalie remember how she had to check each room to find Sam. She prayed that she wouldn't have to do it again.
The steps that she took were quiet and in her mind, Natalie was trying to choose which door to go in. She didn't have enough time to search every single room in this house. Without much thought, Natalie headed for the door on the last door on the left at the end of the hallway. Opening the door, she silently prayed that she picked wisely and it seemed to pay off when she saw that she picked, what looked like the master bedroom. It looked normal, a typical generic married couple's bedroom. Not that Natalie had any idea what that really looked like, but, from what she gathered from here, this was normalcy. There was a framed picture on the nightstand of Don and a woman, who Natalie could only surmise was his wife.
Natalie began to walk towards one of the dressers on the other side of the room, but, stopped short at the closet door and she stared curiously at it. Biting down on her lip, she approached and opened the closet door. It was a huge walk in closet, filled with men's clothes and the other side of the closet was completely empty. Seemed like there was trouble in paradise for these two. But, there was nothing that seemed to out of the ordinary, it was just a closest, not much grabbed her attention. Except, in the back corner, Natalie noticed a box sitting on the floor. After stepping closer to it, she noticed only one high heeled shoe with the heel torn off and a star pendant lying on top of the box. Setting the items to the side, Natalie pulled the box closer to her and lifted the lid, only to find various papers with symbols drawn on them and other various objects that she associated with only one thing—witchcraft.
"Well then, Mr. Stark, either your lovely lady is a witch...or this is all your doing."
Natalie closed the box, placed the broken shoe and necklace back on top and stood back up. Turning around, let out a sharp gasp and a hand immediately covered her mouth, to prevent her from making any more noise. Natalie finally calmed and her brows furrowed deeply at the sight of Sam giving her a look.
With a roll of her eyes, Natalie pulled his hand away from her mouth. "Why do you always insist on sneaking up on me like that?" Natalie asked in a harsh, low tone.
"You were gone for a little bit, I wanted to come and see what was keeping you."
"Well, you could've said something or made a little bit of noise so I could know you were here."
"What did you find?" Sam asked, steering the conversation in a different direction.
"Well, Mr. Stark, is married...or was. I don't know what the official status is on that. Plus, there's that." Natalie turned and pointed at the box on the floor. "A broken heel, a necklace and inside the box, witchcraft materials."
Sam's brows raised, his eyes moving to look at the box for a moment. "You sure it was witchcraft."
"No doubt in my mind. So, either his wife is a witch or maybe he's trying to dabble in this dark magic stuff."
"Maybe it's his wife."
"Why would you think it was her?"
Sam shrugged. "Well, while you were up here, Dean and I were able to get a little first hand look at the flirt show going on with Don and his assistant."
"Wait, that blonde woman who answered the door?"
Sam nodded.
Natalie went silent as she began to put it together. "Okay, but, how does that explain the deaths of the other victims? I'm sure he didn't have affairs with all of them."
"I'm not sure."
"We should probably get back down there then." Natalie went to walk first, when she stopped and turned to Sam. "And stop sneaking up on me. It's going to get us in trouble one of these days."
After only receiving a small laugh as a confirmation, Natalie lead the way out of the closet, quietly closed the door, before, the two of them began to make their way back downstairs. As they made their way back towards Don's office, they could overhear Dean having a conversation with him about Donald Trump. Not exactly something Natalie thought she would ever hear Dean talk about, but, there's always a first for everything. When they entered, Don gave Natalie a look and raised his brows.
"Is everything alright?"
Natalie stood in a confused silence, until she remembered that she asked him to use the restroom and Dean made the case worse with his comment. "Oh yeah. Everything's fine. But, there is something that I wish to ask you. What happened between you and your wife?"
The question stunned Don enough to where Natalie began to think that the question was a little abrupt. But, she was able to save it.
"I mean, from what we've heard from others. Your marriage seems to be at a stand still."
That did the trick. Don's surprised expression slowly turned somber and he nodded his head. "Yes. I've been going through some marriage struggles."
"What kind?" Sam asked.
"Just, the usual. I mean you must know what it's like." Don directed the last part at Sam, who only shook his head.
"I'm sorry, I don't. At least, not the marital part of a relationship."
Natalie forced herself to suppress the smile that was tugging at her lips.
"Well, it's hard to describe." Don decided to settle for that incomplete thought.
"Did she catch you cheating?" Natalie knew that she would be treading on some very thin ice at this point. She had been mentally debating on when to jump the gun, but, the question just kind of spilled out.
Don furrowed his brows. "What?"
Sam decided to elaborate on Natalie's question. "Well, I mean my partner and I saw that little show that was going on between you and your assistant."
"Oh that was nothing. I'm a businessman. I interact with people on a daily basis. I can't help it if I'm friendly. And, I also happen to admire very strong and dynamic women."
Dean, Sam and Natalie all narrowed their eyes at him, although, Sam and Natalie's stare seemed to be a little more doubtful. "Are you sure it was just...admiration?" Natalie went onto ask.
Don licked at his lips and sighed. "It's true, I had a little thing with a business associate a while ago, but that was it."
"A thing?" Natalie asked. "Well, we women tend to think that an affair, which is what it is actually called, is kind of a big deal."
"Fine, it was an affair. Well, my wife Maggie found out and she needed just some time off."
Natalie's eyes widened. "Time off. That's what you call it?" Then a thought sparked up in Natalie's mind and her mouth slightly parted. "This associate that you had an affair with...did that happen to be Wendy Goodson?"
Dean let out a breath. "If we get this right, maybe we can win that trip to Maui."
"The affair between Wendy and I ended a while ago. Her accident has nothing to do with it."
"How are you so sure that it was an accident?" Dean asked.
"You think that it wasn't? You think Maggie might be behind it?"
Dean gave a small shrug. "We're not saying anything right now. It's just, if I were you, you should take your wife out for dinner and apologize. Maybe even beg for her forgiveness."
"I appreciate the thought." Don pushed Dean's advice to the side. "But, I have something that I need to attend to, so, is there anything else you need to know?"
The three hunters were quick to assure Don that they didn't need anymore information. That lead them straight to the front door and Don didn't need to lead them out. Once they left, they began to make their way off the property.
"So, what did you manage to find?" Dean asked, turning to look at Natalie.
"I found a whole bunch of hex stuff in his closet. Of course, all of Maggie's clothes are gone and it seems like she doesn't have any intentions of coming back."
"Okay, so, Don and Wendy have some kind of fling and then his wife decides to take care of it herself."
Natalie cinched her lips to the side and shook her head. "But, if their affair ended a while ago, did Maggie just find out about it? Because, I highly doubt that's the case."
"You think that Don might be into all of this witchcraft stuff? Or do you think he's in the dark with it all?" Dean was the one to ask the question that was on all their minds.
"We might need a little more time before we can settle on a decision to that question." Sam's statement was the only answer that could satisfy all of them. At least, for the time being.
The three of them stopped just a few feet from the front door and noticed that all of the flowers were dead. "Seriously, what is with all of these random dead flowers?" Sam's tone gave off genuine confusion.
"It's the same thing with Wendy's bench and Don's statue. All of the flowers around there are all dead." Dean added.
"Okay, so, what do you both think?" Natalie asked. "Maybe, Maggie is pissed enough that she's setting off this kind of chain reaction?"
"That is very potent aggression then." Dean pulled put his phone and dialed out a number, then motioned for Sam and Natalie to follow. "Hey Bobby. So, we're gonna need our own Terminix for a witch, so, uh, we need you to get on it."
Natalie made her way towards the local town hall. Sam and Dean had dropped her off, after discussing a plan for them to split up. Dean and Sam would head over to Maggie's house, to try and scout out any info on the next victim. Natalie decided to take the more difficult route and try to get information from Maggie herself. Dean was quick to comment that it would be very unlikely that Natalie would get anything from her, but, Natalie made the point of possibly nailing this from two ways. Even if she came up empty, Natalie could only hope that Sam and Dean will be successful in their endeavor of breaking into Maggie's home. After talking around, they were able to find out that Maggie was working on the auction they saw the banner for and Natalie had a sneaking feeling that she would be spending most of her time there. After all, her husband had cheated on her, it would definitely be something that Natalie would do. A nice distraction from it all.
Natalie made her way up the buildings steps, having to step out of the way to allow movers to bring in art pieces. When she finally stepped through the open door, Natalie couldn't help, but, be swept away from the scale of this building. She hunched her arms close to her body, feeling a chill run down her spine. One of the things she hated most about art galleries, they always seem to be cold. The front hall itself was fairly big and it was so empty, there was literally nothing occupying the space.
Natalie hummed to herself at the concept of this space being wasted as she made her way towards the room where the auction was going to be held. She slowed her pace when she saw two people standing close to the doorway and her eyes widened when she realized one of them was Don. She quickly hid herself behind the wall, next to the open door and was able to pick up on their conversation. Realizing that a few workers had been eyeing her, she looked down to her right and found a table with pamphlets about the occasion. Picking one up, she tried to make herself look less noticeable.
"Alright, Maggie. I've been holding myself back long enough. You've had your little fun with Wendy, which was very creative. Now, it's time for you to stop."
"Stop? Are you kidding? That was just the beginning of it all. What I did to Wendy, it's not even close to being enough for me."
"Dammit, Maggie. How long is this going to go on for?"
"As long as it takes."
"You know that it wasn't all my fault! You know, if you had just spent a little more time with me instead of this damn auction then none of this would've happened. Plus, Sue is just making it all worse."
"Well, I'm sorry Mr. Big Shot. But, I do have a life outside of you, believe it or not."
"Three FBI agents came over to the house."
Natalie's eyes widened and her panic shot up as her cell phone started to go off. The ringtone echoed around the hallway. Dropping the pamphlet on the table, Natalie tried desperately to find her phone, but was only fumbling with her jacket. Without thinking, Natalie took off and made her way back towards the front entrance and made a hasty exit. Even though her ringtone was still blaring, she waited until she was well away from the building before answering the call.
"What?" Natalie's voice was slightly harsh and it made the caller hum on the other end.
"What's with the attitude?" Bobby's voice came through.
"You caught me in a really bad time. I almost got caught."
"What the hell are you doing? I call Dean and he tells me he's busy and to call you. Now, you were in a situation. Why aren't you with them?"
Natalie rolled her eyes at Bobby's questioning. "It's not important. We just decided to split. Why did Dean have you call me?"
"Dean asked me to find a recipe for this witch problem you got going on."
"And?" Natalie asked, becoming impatient.
"And...I have the ingredients."
"Fine." Natalie fumbled around with her jacket pockets until she was able to pull out the small notebook she always carried around with her. "What are they?"
Natalie quickly jotted down the ingredients, having to stop Bobby several times so that she could catch up and so that he could repeat some of them. When the ingredients were written down and Natalie read them back just to make sure they were correct, she ended the call with Bobby, promising to call him when the case was done. As if on cue, Natalie spotted Don leaving the building, still looking a little heated from his argument with Maggie. Natalie watched him quietly as he stopped to look at his bust, which suddenly broke down the middle of the face, the loose piece falling to the ground. Her eyes narrowed briefly as she watched his reaction, he definitely was pissed. As she watched him get back to his car, Natalie's phone began to go off again and she quickly answered it.
"Yeah."
"Hey, so, we found out who the next victim was. It was Don's assistant."
"No, surprise there. Wait, she was?"
"Sam and I were able to get to her before she actually croaked."
Natalie sighed in her own relief. "That's good." Her eyes followed Don's car as it drove down the street and disappeared around the corner.
"What did you manage to find?"
"Well, Don is apparently all apart of this. I mean, he's a witch too. I overheard them having a little argument in the art gallery. I didn't get too much because Bobby called me and well, I had my ringtone on."
Dean let out a snort on the other end. "Good job with that one."
"Whatever. Anyway, Maggie is getting even more pissed and now we have another ultra pissed husband who also happens to be a witch. This is not going to be good Dean. They both will tear this place apart."
"Okay. Alright, um, did Bobby call you yet?"
Natalie looked down at the notebook in her hand. "Yeah, he gave me the ingredients for the spell and some of it is pretty...gross."
"Well, just read off the list and we'll split the job of purchasing them."
Reading off the list went quickly and of course, Dean would be the one to command Natalie to get the worst ingredient on the list. Chicken's feet. Natalie visibly shook at the thought of having to carry bags full of feet from poor dead chickens. Regardless of how repulsed she felt by it, Natalie trudged through town to collect the necessary ingredient. The ripple effect of Maggie's powers were becoming more prominent. Many stores were having rolling blackouts, some of them lasting for the majority of the day. The markets that Natalie visited were being limited with their supplies due to it. There were also a few stores that she passed where the pipes had burst, causing some places to close down. Natalie admitted that she felt bad for all these people. They were suffering the brunt of a disruptive marriage between two witches. But, she was growing frustrated from having to leave one store for another due to this case.
The frustration she felt was given more foundation to grow upon. She had been out much of the afternoon and now, the sun had gone down and she was trudging her way back towards the motel. She could have called Dean and forced him to come pick her up, but, she decided to just deal with her aching feet and try to get to the motel as quick as she could. To get to the motel, Natalie had to cut through the busiest part of the town and past the local town hall. When she passed it, however, Natalie was a little surprised to see the entire building crawling with police and an ambulance.
"What the hell?"
Natalie walked across the street and sauntered up to the building. A group of people had already gathered at the police tape line and when she tried to get through, she was stopped by an officer. She reached for her badge, fumbling for a minute due to the bag in her hand but, she was able to find her badge and she was given access into the scene.
"You want to start telling me what happened?"
"We got a call from one of the attendees at the auction, said that a woman had been decapitated."
Natalie looked over at the officer. "Decapitated?"
"We didn't really believe it either, until we all got here."
Before they made it into the building, Natalie paused and looked down at the bag in her hand. Pursing her lips to the side, she turned to another officer who was staring at her and handed it to him.
"Please, hold this. And, please don't look in there. Personal items."
Natalie and the officer walked into the building and made the short journey to the auction room. When they reached the threshold, the officer gestured down at a body lying on the floor, covered in a sheet. Natalie walked towards the body, panning up to seeing that several of the artworks looked like they had been melted. Taking hold of the sheet, Natalie lifted it, just slightly, enough for her to see the decapitated body of a young woman.
"Have you guys managed to find any leads?" Natalie asked as he laid the sheet back over the body.
"Not yet, we're still working on a few things."
Natalie stood back up and nodded at the officer. "Well, I'll need to talk with my partners. Let one of us know if you find something."
The officer nodded before going about with this case. Natalie stood in place, taking one final sweep of the art gallery and pressed her tongue to the side. There was no way that Maggie would do this to something that she was so fond of. This had to be Don. No question about it and that only meant that this little argument between them would soon turn into some kind of personal battle. She had to get back to the motel. Natalie exited the building and found the officer with her bag, but, he was trying to open it. His curiosity must have gotten the best of him.
Natalie walked over to him and grabbed the bag. "Didn't I say to not look in it. Personal. Items."
The man only seemed oblivious to Natalie's words and with a roll of her eyes, she told him to help the others inside the building, to which he quickly went to work at. Taking some solace that the police were handling this, Natalie quickly left the scene and made sure to move as quickly as she could. She had already taken so long to get the damn chicken feet, Natalie was actually surprised that neither Sam or Dean have called her. Natalie finally reached the motel parking lot and jogged across the lot, only stopping once she was at the motel door. Sliding in her key, she quickly opened the door, seeing Sam and Dean sitting at the table near the door.
Natalie blew out a tired sigh and held up the bag for them to see. "I got what you ordered. Chicken feet." She dropped the bag onto the table.
Unfortunately, Dean was eating a slice of pie and the smell from the bag finally reached him and he groaned in disgust. "Seriously, I'm eating."
"Oh, well, boo hoo. I just walked the entire town this whole afternoon to purchase these things." Natalie walked over to the bed and fell against the mattress, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. "By the way, the whole domestic between Don and his wife is probably going to get worse very quickly."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"Well, on my way back, I saw that there were a bunch of police cars at the town hall, where the auction was. And the entire place was ruined and one woman was dead. So, this whole thing needs to be ended. And I mean it needs to be taken care of like, right now."
"Alright." Dean stood up from the chair and began to make his way to the bathroom. "Let's start getting ready."
Natalie closed her eyes and rubbed at her eyelids. "I just got here."
"Come on, Nad. Get up." Sam gently nudged Natalie's leg which only made her groan again.
Natalie then held out her arm to him and he took hold of it and gently pulled her up until she was standing on her feet. With Natalie's unenthusiastic attitude, the three hunters gathered up the ingredients they needed and Natalie changed out of her FBI clothes before they headed out to Don's home. As they pulled up to the house, they arrived just in time to see Maggie storming into the property.
"It looks like they are about to go through a showdown in there." Dean commented.
"Okay, well here."
Natalie picked up the bowl from the backseat, which already contained all of the combined ingredients, and handed it to Sam. She didn't want to have that thing near her anymore. Dean checked to make sure that he had the matches and checked with Sam, ensuring that he remembered the spell Bobby had given them. Once they were all set, the three hunters got out of the car and began to make their way towards the house, although, Sam was making sure to be careful with the bowl in his hands. Natalie made sure to get ahead of them and threw open the front door, allowing Dean and Sam to make their way in quickly. Natalie then followed as Dean began to chant the spell from memory. Taking the matches, he lit up a few of the sticks and threw them in the bowl. Natalie jumped slightly as white smoke billowed from the contents and the five occupants were left standing in silence.
Natalie looked around the room, painfully aware that Maggie and Don were not affected by it...like at all. Looking over at Dean, Natalie could tell that the spell didn't work.
"Really?" Maggie finally spoke. "Did you at least used chilled chicken feet?"
Natalie's expression fell and she her lips pursed forward. "I spend all afternoon looking for this stuff. And it didn't even work." She quickly commented at Dean, who only gave a small shrug.
"Well, you three will be leaving. But, I should clarify that you won't be alive." Don spoke, causing the three hunters to go still.
Natalie's eyes widened as Don and Maggie began to chant some form of spell and she began to gently tap at Dean's arm. "What do we do?"
"Plan B." Sam quickly offered.
Both Dean and Natalie turned to him, brows creased. "Plan B?" Dean asked. "We never came up with a plan B."
"It's right in our faces. We need to counsel them." Sam answered.
Dean and Natalie simply stared at Sam. "Are you serious? You really think now is the time to do that?" Natalie asked.
"This is obviously a domestic dispute that we intruded on, so, we need to talk with them." Sam finished in a hushed tone.
Dean quickly stepped forward and placed the bowl down on the arm of one of the chairs. "Okay, okay, listen. Obviously, you both are pissed and you both have the capability to wipe each other out. But, the thing is, you haven't done that yet. So, that must be good right? Because that means you two still value whatever it is that's between you. And you know, maybe...maybe it's love. The erotic, kinky, clamps and feathers kind of love."
Natalie couldn't help, but, roll her eyes. Dean had started off really good and then he just had to go down that route. Of course he would. Sam felt the same way as he quickly stepped forward and motioned for Dean to step back.
"Okay, look, all he's trying to say is, what you two have with each other, it means that you two are bonded."
Maggie scoffed. "Are you kidding me? He cheated on me! Humiliated me!"
"Look, we're not trying to defend Don's actions. But, when there is trouble in a relationship, it usually is on both ends."
"You're defending him!" Maggie's eyes widened as she raised her arm out to Sam, who quickly crumpled to the floor.
Natalie raised her hand up at Maggie. "Hey! Wait a minute!"
Dean tapped Natalie on the shoulder, signaling that he would take the reins on this. "Okay, listen. No one is trying to defend Don. And we get that you are hurt, because, you have the right to be."
Don casted Dean a look. "Now you're just sucking up to her."
Natalie sidestepped as Dean was thrown across the room, through a set of doors that led to another room. She was the only one left standing and she thought it was time for her to speak up. But, she stopped when she saw Sam get back up on his feet.
"Okay, look. I'm just going to say that I honestly believe that Don regrets his whole thing with Wendy." Sam's words seemed to have just fell out of his mouth, he sounded so out of breath.
But, his words only enraged Maggie even more. "Thing?"
Natalie cringed at Sam's mistake. "Don't call it a thing." She quietly said. Sam, of course, found himself back on the ground, curling on his side in pain.
Natalie could only look around at Dean and Sam, seeing that they both were down and that she was the only one to try and help these two work it out. Turning back towards Don and Maggie, Natalie bit down on her lip and slowly moved closer to them.
"The only thing that he regrets is getting caught." Maggie commented.
"Wendy was nothing to me. It was over as soon as it started."
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't start with me. I've lived through 800 years of your crap. The Renaissance ring any bells?"
"Oh, don't you bring up the Renaissance. 1492 sound familiar to you?"
"Excuse me!" Natalie finally called out, causing both Don and Maggie to snap their heads in her direction. "Hi. Um, listen, I'm gonna try and play fair ball with both of you. Maggie, woman to woman, I understand that you felt betrayed and hurt and you have every right too."
"Ah. See. Thank you for understanding." Maggie quickly commented, which made Don stare daggers at Natalie.
"And I am not excusing Don's actions, but, I do believe that he does regret what happened. Like you said, you two have been together for over 800 years. Not everyone gets that chance, but, all relationships have hurdles and they have bumps in the road. Trust me, I know this. Obviously, you both have made mistakes in the past, but, look at you two. Despite this problem that you're encountering now, you two were still together. And it's been that way for a long time. So, maybe, that should tell you something. That you two are meant to stay together. No matter what. And I think that you two love each other enough that you won't physically harm one another. At least, I hope not."
Don and Maggie remained silent and their eyes still remained on Natalie, but, their expression seemed to soften with realization. And Natalie could feel just a tiny trickle of relief start to form in the pit of her stomach.
"She's right." Don finally said. "I'm sorry Maggie. Really, I am. And she's right, I could never kill you."
"I could never kill you either." Maggie wrapped her arms around Don. "Even though it seems kinda crazy, but, it's true."
Natalie felt a relieved smile appear, but, it soon faltered as Don and Maggie ensued in a make out session. The awkwardness that Natalie felt was suffocating and when she turned to look at Sam, he had the same awkward look on his face. Natalie slowly mouth the words, should we leave?, only to have Sam shrug.
Dean finally got up to his feet and leaned against the threshold of the door he was thrown through and caught his breath. "God, my head is throbbing right now."
The three hunters eventually left Don's house after a really awkward moment of just standing there, watching two witches lock lips with each other. They can't say that they weren't relieved that it was over, but, that was probably something they all could've done without. But, when they returned to their motel, Don came in a short time after, taking out three coins Maggie had placed there. It would be safe to say that the three of them were thoroughly surprised from this and thanked Don for having the mercy of coming over and finding them before Maggie had her way.
After Don came to the rescue, Dean voiced that he needed a break and they all decided to head for a fairly late dinner at one of the local restaurants. Sam and Natalie didn't have any complaints about it. Honestly, they all needed a break. But, Natalie left the table and went outside so that she could call Bobby and tell him how the case went. Of course, she had to explain how they ended up solving it by acting like marriage counselors. Of course, Bobby actually had a really good laugh at that, but, Natalie couldn't help herself. She even admitted that there were elements of it that amused her.
However, after the phone call ended, Natalie remained outside, leaned up against the Impala. She knew that her food was ready while she was out there, but, she just wanted a few more minutes alone. Natalie had a feeling that Sam would come out and see what was taking so long and sure enough, she was right. Sam came strolling out of the building and made his way over to the Impala.
"You know your food is ready, right?"
Natalie looked over at him and nodded. "Yeah, I could have figured."
Sam looked around for a moment before joining Natalie by leaning next to her on the car. "What's on your mind then?"
Natalie smiled. "We just played Dr. Phil to witches. Seriously, when the last time that you were able to act like marriage counselors." Natalie finished with a quick laugh.
Sam smiled and raised his brows. "Yeah, no, that was a first for Dean and I as well."
"I think we did pretty good. I wouldn't doing that as a job."
"Marriage counselors. Your job is to hear couples tell you their problems and to help them solve it. Would you really want to do that as a job?"
Natalie tilted her head in thought and then cringed slightly. "Well...I don't know, maybe. It's just weird to see witches having normal domestic issues with their relationships."
"As Dean always likes to say, there's a first for everything."
Natalie looked over at Sam and the conversation they had at the café back in Ohio. She asked Sam if he would be willing to let Sarah help him with his head and perhaps, find something to cure it. Sam turned it down immediately, which irked Natalie, but, she left it alone, until now.
"Sam. Remember when I mentioned about asking Sarah to help you?"
Sam closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Clearly, he didn't want to talk about this, but, Natalie wanted to try and get him to change his mind. "Nad..."
"Sam, I'm serious. I could ask her if there is something she can do for you. Maybe, she could even cure it."
"Nad. I'm fine. Really, I know that you're worried about me, but, I'm serious. I'm fine. I don't need Sarah to come and fix this."
Natalie pushed herself away from the car and went to stand in front of Sam, her arms crossed over her chest. "You say that you're fine, maybe you are. But, what if it gets worse? What are you going to do then?"
Sam could just keep on saying that he was fine, but, it was a lie. Lucifer was still ever so present, despite the fact that Sam had a trick of getting rid of him, for a while at least. But, Natalie's words were ringing true to Sam. What if it does start to get worse? It was a thought that he had done well of keeping out of his mind. Sam was trying to keep himself in a somewhat positive mindset. He was going to be fine. That's what he always told himself. As long as he kept himself busy, he would be fine. However, when he takes reality into consideration, everything Natalie has told him was true. He didn't want Sarah to help him, because he felt that he had it under control. For the time being. Sam knew he had to be prepared for everything to turn to hell.
"I'll tell you what." Sam finally spoke and leaned away from the car. "If it does get really bad and I won't be able to handle it. Then, we can ask Sarah for help. Alright?"
It wasn't the answer that she was hoping to hear, Natalie knew that this was the best she was going to get from him. Why? Because, Sam is so damn stubborn. She knows that he doesn't make it difficult on purpose, it's just sometimes, Natalie just wants to slap him sense into him. Luckily, she refrained herself from doing that. Instead, Natalie walked forward, pressed her body against his and rested her head against his chest, allowing her arms to snake around his waist.
"I'm just worried about you."
Sam secured his arms around her and gave a small squeeze, which made Natalie let out a small, faint groan and Sam faintly smiled at it. "I'm fine, Nad."
Just as his words left his mouth, Sam could see Lucifer leaning against the car next to them, tracing his finger against the window and whistling to some song that Sam couldn't make out. Out of instinct, Sam tightened his hold around her and snapped his eyes shut as he rested his chin against the top of her head.
He had to be fine. He was going to be fine. Sam felt incredibly guilty for thinking this, but, he knew that he wasn't going to let Sarah help him. This was something that he wanted to fight on his own. "I'm fine." He repeated, mentally marking it as his own determination to fight this, no matter the cost.
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