Sam moved up to stand beside Maverick, his eyes flicking to Dean, then back to the Vetalas. He knew this was the moment Dean had anticipated—the opening they had talked about while the girls were outside while they were paying for their food at the diner. The plan had always been risky: one of them would act as bait, allowing the Vetalas to take them back to their nest, where they could use the GPS on their phone to lead the others to their location. It was a gamble, one they hadn't shared with Maverick, knowing she would never agree to it.
But now, the plan was in motion, and it was Dean, not Sam, who had been taken. Sam's heart raced as he saw the situation unfolding. He had hoped it would be him, not Dean, but there was no time for second thoughts.
Maverick tightened her grip on the blade, her mind racing. She could see the unspoken understanding between Dean and Sam, the way they were both bracing themselves for what was about to happen. Seeing they had something planned without telling her.
"Don't do this," Maverick warned, her voice low and dangerous, as she took a step forward. But the leader tightened her grip on Dean's neck, making him choke slightly.
"Stop right there, or I'll tear his throat out," Vetala hissed, her teeth grazing Dean's skin.
Sam shook his head, frustrated with Dean's plan but knowing there was no turning back now. This was their moment—Dean was the bait. Sam exchanged a glance with his brother, knowing this wasn't the smartest move, but it was the only way to end this. Sam wished he could trade places with Dean, knowing the aftermath with Maverick wouldn't be pretty.
The leader of the Vetalas smirked, pulling Dean along as she ordered her sisters, "Let's get out of here."
"Oh, hell no!" Maverick yelled, springing into action. She moved toward them just as they turned to drag Dean through another door. Sam quickly grabbed Maverick around the waist, stopping her from charging after them. She struggled fiercely, her eyes locked on Dean as he and the Vetalas disappeared into the night.
"Sam, let me go!" Maverick shouted, pushing against him with all her strength.
"Mav, chill! It's going to be okay," Sam shouted back, trying to calm her down, but he could feel her anger boiling over.
"Like hell it is! You just let them take Dean. How is that okay? Let me go!" she demanded, her voice filled with fury.
"Dean's going to be fine. Now we have a way to find them," Sam reassured her, his grip firm as he felt her resistance slowly weakening.
Maverick paused, glaring up at Sam with suspicion. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
Sam hesitated but knew he had to tell her. "I can track his phone. This was the plan."
Maverick's expression shifted from anger to shock, then back to anger. "I'm going to kill him. What plan? Never mind, I don't want to know," she snapped, pushing Sam off her with more force than necessary. She stormed past Krissy, her fists clenched at her sides. Maverick was beyond pissed—when she saw Dean again, he'd be lucky to survive her wrath.
Krissy watched the scene unfold, thankful she wasn't in on this little plan Sam and Dean had cooked up. Seeing Maverick this enraged made one thing clear—she was not a woman you wanted to cross.
Sam felt Krissy's eyes on him as they made their way out of the room and back into the store. Without looking at her, he sighed. "Don't. I already know," he muttered, fully aware of the trouble he was in.
Krissy bit back a laugh, enjoying the sight of the usually composed Winchester brothers in hot water. She trailed behind them, trying to contain her amusement, but couldn't resist a small grin. Watching Sam scramble to keep up with a furious Maverick was the highlight of her night.
As they stepped out into the cool night air, Sam's mind raced with the next steps. They had to track Dean and take down the Vetalas before things got even more complicated. Pulling out his phone, Sam activated the tracker to find Dean's location, his fingers moving quickly over the screen. He could feel the heat of Maverick's glare from the other side of the Impala, but he kept his focus on the task at hand.
Taking a deep breath, Sam tried to ignore the tension radiating from his sister-in-law. Krissy, ever the smartass, walked up beside him, positioning herself so that Maverick couldn't see her grinning. She was enjoying this a little too much.
"How's it going there, big guy?" Krissy asked, peeking at the phone in his hands.
"Shut up. I know this was stupid," Sam muttered, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"You think? Why didn't you tell us?" Krissy pressed, her tone teasing but also curious.
"Because they're both idiots, that's why!" Maverick shouted from across the car, her voice filled with fury as she yanked open the passenger door of the Impala. She got in with a forceful slam, causing both Sam and Krissy to jump slightly.
"Wow, I think I'm with her on this one," Krissy said, letting out a small laugh as she tried to keep her amusement in check.
Sam finally found the signal on his phone. "Okay, I got them," he announced, turning to walk around to the driver's seat. His steps felt heavy as he approached the car, knowing he was about to spend the next stretch of time trapped in close quarters with a very pissed-off Maverick.
He slid into the driver's seat, avoiding Maverick's burning gaze as she stared out the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Krissy hopped into the backseat, still grinning, enjoying the tension in the air a little too much for Sam's liking.
Starting the Impala, Sam pulled away from the curb, following the signal. The silence in the car was thick, with Maverick's anger practically radiating through the air. Sam knew they had bigger problems to deal with, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he and Dean were in for a world of trouble once this was all over.
While keeping his eyes on the room and the GPS. While Maverick looked out the window, pissed at the brother Krissy in the backseat had one big question on her mind/ Hoping that Maverick wouldn't be pissed at her for asking. Krissy took the chance.
"Maverick," Krissy started with a look at the rearview mirror from Sam. "Can I ask you something?"
As Maverick turned her eyes to look at Krissy she cut her eyes at Sam. "What's that?" she ask as nicely as she could with her not being in the best of moods at the moment.
"What's the story with the blade?"
As Sam drove to Dean's location Maverick told Krissy the need to know details on the blade and how it came to her. Sam kept his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing at the GPS to ensure they were on the right track. The silence in the car was only broken by the sound of the Impala's engine and the occasional beep from the GPS. Maverick stared out the window, her anger simmering just below the surface. In the backseat, Krissy was wrestling with her curiosity. She knew Maverick was pissed, but she had a question burning in her mind that she couldn't hold back any longer.
Taking a deep breath and deciding it was worth the risk, Krissy leaned forward slightly. "Maverick," she started, her tone cautious. She caught Sam's eyes in the rearview mirror, and he gave her a small, warning glance, but she pressed on anyway. "Can I ask you something?"
Maverick turned her gaze away from the window, locking eyes with Krissy. The sharpness in her expression softened just a little, though she couldn't help but shoot a brief glare at Sam. "What's that?" she asked, trying to keep her voice even despite her foul mood.
Krissy hesitated for just a moment, but her curiosity got the better of her. "What's the story with the blade?" she asked, her eyes wide with genuine interest. "I've never seen anything like it."
Sam kept his focus on the road, but his ears perked up, interested to hear how Maverick would respond. Maverick sighed, realizing Krissy wasn't the one she was angry with, and she might as well explain.
"Well," Maverick began, her voice more measured now, "the blade is called the Blade of Vengeance. It's been in my family for generations, passed down through the women. It's not just any weapon—it's powerful, ancient. It has this... connection with me." She glanced down at the tattoo on her wrist, which had glowed when she wielded the blade earlier. "When I touch it, it lights up because of the mark on my wrist. It's a symbol of our bond. The blade recognizes its rightful owner and enhances their strength. But it's not something you can just pick up and use. It takes time to master it, to understand it."
Krissy's eyes widened in amazement. "So, how did it come to you? Did you always know about it?"
Maverick shook her head. "No, I've only been with it for two years now. I found out about it when I started hunting with Sam and Dean after my dad passed away. They helped some of their friends. With their help we learned everything about it and how to work with it. If it wasn't for their help I don't think I would be where I am today. It's more than just a weapon—it's a responsibility. And with it comes a lot of... baggage."
Sam smiled at the memory, recalling those early days when Maverick had just come into their lives. The changes she had brought were undeniable, but they were also exactly what the team needed.
Krissy nodded, absorbing the weight of what Maverick was saying. "Wow, that's... incredible."
Maverick managed a small smile, appreciating Krissy's genuine interest. "Yeah, well, it's saved my life and theirs more times than I can count. But it also means I've got a lot to live up to. And right now, I need it to save Dean."
As she finished speaking, the GPS beeped, indicating they were closing in on Dean's location. The atmosphere in the car shifted as the mission ahead took precedence over everything else. Sam, feeling the intensity rise, glanced over at Maverick. Her expression had changed from frustration to laser-focused determination.
"Let's get Dean back," Sam said, his voice filled with resolve.
Maverick nodded, her hand instinctively moving to rest on the blade at her side, feeling the familiar energy it provided. "Let's do this."
The Impala rolled to a stop, its engine cutting off with a low rumble as they look out the windows. AT a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of town, shrouded in darkness except for a few flickering lights that barely illuminated the exterior. Sam was the first to step out, his tall frame moving with a mix of caution and urgency. Maverick followed, as she strep up next to Sam.
"No other surprises that I need to know about, right?" Maverick asked, her eyes locking onto Sam's.
Sam shook his head, feeling the weight of the situation. Behind them, Krissy took a deep breath, as she step up next to them. "Mave, I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Sam admitted, his voice filled with regret. "The plan was for me to get taken, not Dean. This wasn't how it was supposed to go."
Maverick's eyes welled up with tears, the frustration and fear of the situation catching up to her. "Sam, it doesn't matter if it was you or Dean. I would have been just as worried if it were you in there. You matter to me, Sammy."
Sam was taken aback by her words, realizing just how much she cared for him, too. "We can't do this right now," Maverick continued, wiping away her tears, her voice steadying. "But the three of us are going to talk later. You hear me?"
Sam nodded, feeling a mix of guilt and appreciation for Maverick's concern. They didn't have time to unpack everything now, but they both knew they would need to once this was over.
As they moved closer to the entrance, Sam couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Maverick's words had struck a chord deep within him, and he realized how much his actions had worried her. He had always seen himself as the protector, but hearing Maverick's concern for him, too, made him understand that they were a team—each member equally important.
"Yeah, we'll talk later," Sam agreed, his voice tinged with remorse but also determination. He gave Maverick a nod, acknowledging her strength and the bond they shared.
Krissy, sensing the emotional weight of the moment, offered Sam a small, supportive smile. She patted his back lightly, trying to lift his spirits before they faced whatever was inside the warehouse. "Don't worry, Sam. We've got this."
Maverick wiped away her tears, her expression hardening as she turned her focus back to the task at hand. She knew this wasn't the time for emotions to cloud their judgment. Dean needed them, and they needed to be at their best to get him back.
"Alright, let's go save my jackass so I can give him a piece of my mind," Maverick said, her voice steady with resolve.
With a deep breath, they moved into the building, the shadows swallowing them as they stepped into the unknown. The air inside was thick with tension, and the faint sound of movement echoed through the cavernous space. Every step they took brought them closer to the confrontation they knew was coming.
The warehouse was a maze of crates and old machinery, but they navigated it with practiced precision. Maverick led the way, her blade at the ready, while Sam followed closely, keeping an eye on their surroundings. Krissy brought up the rear, her senses on high alert, ready for anything.
As they approached the central area, the sound of footsteps became clearer. They knew they were close. The three of them exchanged a quick glance, silently communicating their readiness.
Finally, they rounded a corner and saw Dean. Tied to a chair in the center of the room, surrounded by the Vetalas. His eyes locked onto Maverick's, and despite the situation, a smirk formed on his lips. He was hurt but still defiant.
"About time you guys showed up," Dean said, his voice rough but steady, trying to lighten the tension.
Maverick's eyes narrowed as she raised the blade, its power thrumming in her hand. "Hi, jackass," she said, her voice cold and determined, casting a quick glance at Dean, who couldn't help but smirk at the familiar nickname. Her attention then zeroed in on the three Vetalas surrounding him. "Looks like you've got something that belongs to me. But I'll save you the trouble—I'd love to be the one to kill him myself."
Dean shot a look at Maverick, then glanced over at Sam and Krissy, who were clearly enjoying the show, Krissy's grin practically daring him to make a sarcastic comment. He cut his eyes at her, silently pleading for a little less amusement at his expense.
The Vetala with brown hair stepped closer to Dean, grabbing a fistful of his hair as she leaned in, her fangs just inches from his neck. "Well, dear, you can have him back... after we're done. Unlike you, he's our supper."
Maverick's expression darkened. "Okay, so I tried to ask nicely," she said, her voice dripping with anger, "but I see we're doing this the hard way. Get your hands off my husband, bitch."
In a blur of motion, Maverick launched herself at the Vetala, knocking Dean and the chair he was tied to over in the process. She drove the blade into the creature's heart, her movements swift and precise. Vetala's eyes widened in shock as she collapsed, dead, Maverick standing over her with a look of fierce determination.
Just then, the remaining Vetalas lunged at Maverick, but they were intercepted by Sam and Krissy, who swiftly engaged them in a brutal fight. Meanwhile, Dean lay on the ground, still somewhat tied to the chair. The fall had broken the back of the chair, freeing his hands, but his wrists and feet were still bound by zip ties, leaving him in a rather awkward position. He looked up at Maverick, who was still focused on him.
"Babe, a little help would be nice," Dean called out, half-serious, half-playful, as he tried to wiggle free.
Maverick turned her attention to Dean, striding over to him with purpose. She stepped over him, one leg on each side of his body, effectively pinning him beneath her as she looked down at him with an expression that was equal parts amused and exasperated. From his vantage point, Dean could see the fire in her eyes, and for a moment, he wondered if he'd gone too far this time.
Sam and Krissy, having dispatched the other Vetalas, paused to watch the scene unfold, clearly entertained by the dynamic between the couple.
"Oh, come on, Maverick, it was a good plan," Dean said with a smirk, trying to charm his way out of the situation. He could feel the intensity of her gaze, and it made him slightly nervous, though he'd never admit it.
Maverick's expression didn't soften in the slightest, and Dean quickly realized that his charm might not be enough this time. "Sammy, can I have a little help, please?" he called out, hoping his brother might come to his rescue.
Sam, however, wasn't having any of it. "I don't think so, dude. This is all you," he replied with a chuckle, motioning for Krissy to follow him as he walked past the couple and out of the room, leaving Dean to face Maverick's wrath on his own.
Dean sighed, looking back up at Maverick with a sheepish grin. "You're not really gonna leave me here, are you?"
Maverick finally cracked a smile, though it was more mischievous than forgiving. "That depends. How much groveling are you willing to do?"
Dean groaned but couldn't help but laugh at the situation. "Whatever it takes, babe. Whatever it takes. Even though I don't mind the view from down here."
Just then, Maverick moved her leg, stepping away from standing over Dean, but she cut her eyes at him with a look that made it clear she wasn't entirely forgiving him just yet. Without a word, she pulled a knife from her back pocket and quickly sliced through the zip ties that bound his wrists and feet. Once Dean was free, Maverick helped him to his feet, but as soon as he was standing in front of her, she gave him a firm pop on the chest.
"I'm still very pissed at you," she stated, her voice stern, but the relief in her eyes was undeniable. "But I'm happy you're okay. Next time, I don't want to be blindsided, you hear me?"
"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry," Dean replied earnestly, stepping closer to Maverick and pulling her into his arms.
Maverick allowed herself to lean into him, but she wasn't ready to let him off the hook entirely. "This isn't over," she warned, wrapping her arms around his neck as she looked up into his eyes. "You, me, and Sam are going to have a long talk about all of this. Okay?"
Dean nodded, his gaze dropping to her lips as his hand slid up her back and into her hair. "Okay," he agreed, biting his lower lip with a smile that softened her resolve just a bit.
Before either of them could say anything else, Maverick pulled him into a heated kiss, all the tension and worry pouring out through the connection. Dean responded eagerly, his hands moving to cradle her face as he deepened the kiss, losing himself in the moment. Both were just grateful to have each other safe and sound.
Dean, caught up in the heat of the moment, gently pushed Maverick against the wall, his hands exploring her body with a sense of urgency. As he began to unbutton her top, completely lost in their shared passion, Maverick pulled away from the kiss, her eyes still full of desire but also a hint of restraint.
"Dean," she whispered, her voice husky but firm, "as much as I want you, this isn't the place."
Reality slowly came back into Dean's mind as he realized where they were. He nodded, his breath heavy, and watched as Maverick started to button her top back up.
"Tonight, you're mine," Dean promised, his voice low and possessive as he adjusted his own clothes, the fire in his eyes making it clear he intended to keep that promise.
Maverick smirked, taking his hand in hers as they began to walk out of the building together. "How about we start with a shower first?" she suggested, her tone playful yet full of anticipation.
Dean squeezed her hand, leaning in close as they made their way outside. "Sounds like a plan," he replied with a grin, knowing that tonight, nothing else would matter but the two of them.
