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[witch-chester]

Cold to the Core Pt. 3

It was his brother’s voice that ripped him from his sleep. Dean blinked and tried to clear his slumber fogged brain. His body felt heavy. His muscles stiff. With a loud grown, Dean sat up and stretched. “Getting old Winchester?” Dean focused on Kit’s voice. She was sitting cross legged on the other bed with Mariah close by.

Mariah.

Dean thought back to the previous night. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep when he crawled into her bed, but exhaustion had taken over. And it had been the best sleep of his life too. Nightmares had stayed away. He’d only stirred once the whole night. Mariah must have whined or moved. She had been facing him then. Her fingers clinging to the cotton teeshirt he was wearing. Her face buried into his shoulder.

Dean pulled her closer and whispered words of comfort.she fought him. Pushing at his chest, still trapped in her nightmare. Letting his fingers run through her hair. Rubbing small circles into her back. Eventually, the whimpers quieted and her body relaxed.

He’d glanced over to see Kit sprawled over his brother while Sam laid on his back, his arm loosely around the witch. Then he looked back at Mariah. She had freckles. A light dust of gold over he nose. Her skin was pinker than usual. Eyes much softer without the harsh black line. Then Dean gave in. Slowly so he wouldn’t wake her, he lean down and brushed his lips over hers. Mariah gave a small sigh the snuggled in closer. A small smile on her face.

There was no smile now. The woman’s face was stone. Not a blush of embarrassment or anger. She had been wrapped in his arms hours ago and now it was back to pretending he didn’t exist.

If that’s how you want to be. Dean threw back the comforter and went straight to the sink to splash water on his face. “Do we have any idea what this thing is yet?”

“Well actually,” Sam started. “Mariah found out what it was last night.”

“She just passed out from sugar overload before we got back,” Kit mocked. Mariah rolled her eyes.

Dean grabbed a towel and wiped his face dry. “Alright. What is it?” He leaned on the sink and stared at her.

She slid from the bed and walked over to the pile of notes he had put on the table the night before. “It’s a cheeno. A cannibal ice giant.”

“What the hell is that?”

Mariah took a deep breath. “It’s an old Native American legend. A greedy chief kept resources and food from his people and in some causes would eat those that challenged his power. Eventually the tribe grew tired of it and had the shaman curse him to live forever with his cold heart.”

Dean nodded. “Awesome. How do we kill it?”

“Melt it’s frozen heart.”

Sam finally spoke up. “How do we do that?”

“Already got it covered.” She pulled out what looked like a plastic gun with a far to wide barrel. “It’s a flare gun. One shot in the heart and bye bye monster.”

“So now we just have to wait till it gets hungry again.”

Sam chimed in then. “Mariah thinks she might have pin pointed its nest.”

“Well weren’t you busy?” He was deliberately trying to get to her. But she paid no mind to his jab. Pulling a map from her stack of papers she laid it out on the bed his brother and her friend had occupied. “All the attacks were in different trails but they all actually connect back the the same stretch of woods.”

“If we search the area we might find it before it can attack again.” Dean moved close enough to almost touch her. She flinched. It’s was small but there. Leaning closer to take a better look at the map and the dark ink marks she had made, he also heard her faint inhale of breath.

Not as cold are we? “Alright. Let’s load up and gank this thing.”

-x-x-x-

Three days. Three damn days and not a single inch of this creature. Mariah paused for a moment and leaned against the thick trunk of a close tree. Her fingers were close to numb and the mist that had been falling for the passed hour had dampened her hair to a miserable frizzy mess. But she couldn’t utter a word of complaint. Or else the mighty Dean Winchester would tear her to shreds. This was her idea after all.

“Damn arrogant pretty boy hunter.”

“What about my brother?”

Mariah whipped around to see Sam trudging over to her. She felt a blush form. “I’m sorry, Sam.”

He waved her off. “Nah. Dean’s an ass. I understand.” Then he smile at her. Sam had a nice smile. Kinda and goofy. Why couldn’t she had been attracted to this Winchester? Of course they would never have something serious due to their line of work, but he would have been fun to fool around with. But no. She had to get all hot and bothered over an arrogant, misogynistic, jackass.

Mariah thought back to the other morning.

She was trapped in another nightmare. The snapping and growling so loud. So vivid in her mind. The pain. Kit’s screams. She felt arms around her and tried to fight off her attacker. Then she heard his voice. Dean was the one holding her. Whispering she was safe. That it was all ok.

Dreamless sleep took over and she slipped away. Believing Dean had just been a part of her dream. The shock that went through her mind when she’d woke up wrapped in his arms nearly did her in. He’d been so close! His lips almost brushing hers. His fingers were tangled in her hair.

How had she ended up in his arms? She’d fallen asleep before anyone had gotten back. Had Kit really allowed him to just crawl into bed with her? Knowing her sister like she did, Kit just might have out of spite.

After much wiggling and maneuvering, she’d freed herself. And she decided that she wasn’t going to speak on it ever. It was a one time thing. Except she’d ended up back in his arms that night and the next night and the night after that. They still didn’t speak to each other other than a few gruff words, but still spent every night sleeping next to one another.

Mariah shook her head. This wasn’t the time. They had a job to do. “Any luck finding a trait?”

Sam shook his head. “No. Dean wants to pack it in before dark so we can come up with a game plan for tonight.”

“Does he now?”

Sam chuckled. “Come on, Mariah. He’s right.”

“Don’t say that to often. I already can’t stand his big head.” He laughed again and they walked back to join the others.

Once back in the motel room, Dean asked, “Well now what’s the plan?”

Mariah knew it was a group question, but his eyes were fixed on her. He was still mad about the day long hikes they had all been enduring the past few days. At her suggestion. “I say we just set up a trap now. It has feed feed and tonight is it’s snack time.”

Kit nodded. “All the trails are closed. So it will have to take what it can get. Just being on the trail will bring it to us.”

“So you want to have someone play bait?”

“Exactly. The other three will stay in the tree line and keep an eye out for the creature.”

“Ok,” Dean said passively. “Who’s bait?” His eyes were still focused on Mariah. She fault the urge to still her tongue out like a five year old.

Kit answered, “Sam.”

The older Winchester was taken aback at that. “Sam? Why Sam?”

Kit crossed her arms. “Who would you suggest, Winchester?” Dean sputtered for a few moments, then Kit said, “Sam is the best option. He’s fast and can handle his own till we get there. Plus he’s a freaky health nut anyway.”

Dean couldn’t fight that logic. He agreed and began discussion of a plan.

Sorry for the late update. A lot has been going on in my life.

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Sorry!!!

I’m so sorry there hadn’t been an update. Life is crazy. I will be posting one soon though. Thank you!

[witch-chester]

Cold to the Core Pt. 2

Dean had decided to drop Sam and Kit at the morgue while he had a chat with the head detective. There were four victims so far. All found in secluded areas with their organs gone and the remains frozen solid. He had to admit this was a new one. None of the victims seemed to be connected either. A waitress walking home from her late shift at the local greasy spoon. A college kid home for break and just set out on a jog. Some health nut guy training for a marathon. And a soccer mom just trying to stay in shape.

The attacks had taken place at different parts of the town as well. A park. Hiking trails. Local running path. No way to pin point where this thing could be. The detective said the sherif had locked down all those areas but Dean knew that wouldn’t matter. A monster will always find a way to kill.

Sam had texted him that him and Kit would be a while. Dean thought over what to do next for a moment then decided to visit the family’s himself. He knew Mariah had to be out and about by now but there was no harm in asking his own questions.

He got into his car and drove to the address closest to him. At the sight of the red corvette her should have turned right around. Looking back that would have been the best choice, but of course his mind didn’t think that far and he found himself knocking on the front door. A man that seemed close to Dean’s age, despite the smudges of black under his and and the lines of stress, answered. His hair was dark and unkept. The white button up looked like it had been slept in and the jeans looked ready for the good will pile.

Dean held up his FBI badge and said, “Good afternoon. I’m Agent Rose from the FBI. I just wanted to ask a few questions.”

The man seemed to falter. “This really isn’t a good time. I’m kinda tired of questions at this point.”

Before Dean could say a word, a voice he knew very well called out, “Is everything alright Conner?” Both men turned to the woman as she stepped into the foyer. The dress she was wearing was a deep emerald that seemed to sit gently on her curves and had a modest but eye catching V cut neck line. The hem stopped a few inches above her knee and was decorated with red roses that was also trimming the hem of the long bell sleeves. Knee high suede boots cling to her shapely legs. Mariah had pulled half of her hair back and clipped into place with a matching rose while the rest hung past her shoulders in soft waves. Her makeup was the softest he’d ever seen it. Hints of green barley brushed over her lids and her lips a light pink instead of blood red. Thick black framed glasses sat on her nose.

Dean swallowed. He knew he was in trouble. In more way than one. Once those brown eyes spotted him they flashed with irritation. She was not happy he was here. But she was able to control her face in time for the man she had called Conner to turn around a answer her. “It’s alright Miss Tutor. Someone from the FBI came to ask more questions.”

She gave a breath taking smile. “Well then I should be going. My article isn’t as important as the FBI.” Dean could hear the sticky sweetness of her sarcasm dripping off every word.

The man tried to argue but Mariah just shook her head and said, “It’s ok, Conner. I have all I need.” She touched his arm. “Call me if you think of anything else. I left my card on the coffee table.” Dean noticed her eyes seemed to dilate as she spoke, but she turned and grabbed her things before he could be sure.

Her eyes were normal and narrowed when she spoke to him. “Have a nice day, Agent.” She walked passed him and out of the house.

Dean went through his interview as he normally would. Conner Murphy was truly broken. His fiancée had been the first victim. The waitress walking home. The two of them had had a fight early that day and that was why she had been walking. Normally Conner would have picked up his fiancée, but not that night.

Dean got everything he could and said his goodbyes. Outside, the corvette was gone. He sighed and walked over to Baby.

“Satisfied, Winchester?”

Dean spun around and stared at Mariah. Dark cat eyed sunglasses replaced her previous ones. “What do you mean?”

She stepped closer and leaned on the door of the impala. “Are. You. Satisfied.” Pushing up her glasses, her eyes shot dagger through him. “Did I pass your test? Are you done checking up on me?”

Dean blinked. “I don’t have a clue”

Mariah cut him off. “I have been hunting for years. I have been handling things own my own, for years. I don’t need a babysitter.”

Deans temper started to bubble. “What makes you think I’m babysitting you?”

She snorted. “You showed up here for no reason, knowing I was here.”

“I like handling the interviews.”

“Bull. You still feel bad for what happened at the diner. I don’t need a protector, Dean.”

“Not everything I do has to involve you.” His anger had peaked. Dean knew he should shut up but the words kept coming. “If you feel like you are being checked on and have some inferiority complex, that is on you sweetheart. Maybe that should be telling you something.”

The lights left her eyes. All emotions gone. Mariah took a step back. “My mistake then,” she said in a hollowed voice. She spun on the needle heel of her boots and head down the drive and around the corner.

Dean felt like the biggest ass on the planet. He opened the door to the impala and just stood there. What was wrong with him? He did feel protective of Mariah. Dammit, he even would go as far as to say he was attracted to the woman like Bobby had said. But it was wrong. She wasn’t even human. She was a witch! Yes, she was different in the moral aspect but she was in fact a witch. And he had taken the frustration of that fact out on her.

He slammed his fist into the roof of his car then rested his head on the jam. He was loosing his mind over a bad tempered witch he barely knew.

His cell phone rang and he barked a greeting without looking at the ID. “Woah, um you ok?” asked Sam.

“Yeah. I’m awesome. What do you want?”

“Well, me and Kit are done here.”

“I’ll be there in ten.” He hung up without a reply and got in the car.

Kit and Sam were standing outside when her pulled up. Once the dark skinned witch was settled in the back seat, she slapped the back of Dean’s head and growled, “Stop being an ass to Mariah!”

“What? She tattled on me?” His still heated temper burned.

Kit’s umber eyes flared. “Damn right she did. If you can’t trust her to do her job then I will pack up our stuff and be out of here in the morning.”

Before he could respond, Sam said, “She’s right Dean. We all agreed to have Mariah handle the families and you going there like that really seemed like you are doubting her capabilities.”

He wanted to shout and rage but the deadness of Mariah’s face flashed in his mind. He knew he had stepped over a line. “Understood.” He put the car in drive. “Back to the motel?”

“Mariah said to meet her at a local bar,” said Sam.

-x-x-x-x-

Once they entered the dive, Mariah waved them over to the high table she was occupying. There was no evidence of her face that she was still upset from earlier. In fact, she smiled brightly and gave them all a warm greeting. Sam chuckled as he sat down. “The glasses are a nice touch. Kinda makes me really believed he whole journalist thing.”

Mariah gave him a confused look. Kit laughed. “Oh Samith. Mariah is hella blind. Those are real.”

Sam glared at Kit a moment for her idiotic nickname then said, “I’ve never seen you wear them before.”

Mariah sipped her drink. “There is a new invention called contacts, Sam.”

Sam held up his hands, “Aright. Enough.” He smiled and continued. “What did you find?”

Mariah explained what she had dug up, which wasn’t much. The only real connection was the fact all the victims were out jogging. Dean listen to the few details she had learned about each one he calmed down. Mariah seemed to have gotten over her anger as well. All was well.

Then he noticed something. She was back to ignoring him again. No she wasn’t being openly hostile or stingingly cold, but her blatant indifference to his presence seemed worse.

With out a word he got up. Sam question him and he just growled out her was getting a drink. Kit glared at him. Mariah didn’t even look up.

He gave his order to the blond behind the counter and sat down. No need for him to go back to the others. They all seemed to be getting along famously.

“Here ya go.” The bartender set the rock glass full of whiskey in front of him.

“Thanks.” He swallowed the double in one motion and ordered another.

“Rough day?”

Dean finally focused on the woman. Her honey hair was pulled back and her sky blue eyes were friendly and bold. The white Harley Davidson shirt looked like some one had ripped the sleeves and hem and from his seat he could barely see the band of her low riding hip huggers. She was just his type. Tall. Leggy. The complete opposite of...

Dean wouldn’t let the thought finish. This wasn’t about her. And just to prove it, dean put on his best smile and gave the girl a wink. “Looking at you make it a little better.”

Mariah dug her nails into her palms. There was no way she would look over at Dean. No, she would keep her eyes firmly on his brother and her sister. It didn’t matter that the sound of his laughter burned her ears. Or that the bartender’s thoughts had turned X rated. She could see his face in the woman’s mind. Those deep green eyes had turned dark and his smile sinful. Much like how he had looked at her the first night they had met.

She played with the ice I her empty glass, refusing to get up to get another. It didn’t bother her. She kept repeating that over and over in her head. Dean could flirt with who ever he wanted. She was pissed at the man for goddess sake.

Sam’s exclamation had he looking up. “Oh yeah! Mariah, you should have seen the medical examiner flirting with Kit. I was golden.”

“He was not!” Kit shouted.

“Was too.”

Mariah smiled. “Kit, honestly you are worse than me when it comes to that sort of thing.”

Sam almost choked on his whiskey. “Mariah, I’ve seen your f,it with guys.”

“No. You have seen me acting on a case.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s the difference?”

“One is a job so she has no attraction or intent on follow through,” Kit explained. “The other she has real feelings and becomes a complete idiot.”

Sam nodded. “Makes sense.”

“Doesn’t it though,” agreed Kit. Mariah glared at them both.

“Good evening, Agent Boleyn.” The all turned to the tall man. His glasses were similar to hers and his black curls hung over his eyes. Hints of a five o’clock shadow covers his firm jaw.

“Oh um hey Dr. Malloy.”

He smiled. “Call me Peter.” Mariah caught Sam’s eye and both had to keep from laughing. Kit cleared her throat. “Is something wrong?”

“No I just found something and wanted to show you.”

“Oh! Well um go ahead.”

His eyes cut to Mariah. Technically speaking, in his mind, she was a civilian and wasn’t allowed to hear this information. “We can talk over here.”

“S-sure. Sam?”

Sam shook his head. “Go ahead partner. Fill me in later.”

Kit shot daggers at the Winchester then looked at her sister, pleading. Mariah kept her eyes downward, focused on the ice in her glass. With a huff, Kit hopped down and followed the man to a booth. Sam and Mariah shared another look and finally released their mirth.

After a few minutes, the two calmed and Sam asked, “Any clue what this could be?”

Mariah shook her head. “No one.” Dean’s booming laughter filled the bar and she finally turned. The blond was leaned over the bar with her arms pushing up her chest as far as it could. Mariah stomach turned sour. “Hey, I’m gonna head back to the room. I need snacks if I’m gonna think.”

She didn’t give him time to answer, just tossed a ten for her drink and hurried out.

Dean laughed once more at the story the bartender was telling, only half listening. His skin felt tight and chest heavy. For the hundredth time, he chanced a glance back to the table. Sam sat alone looking over his notebook. A quick scan of the room showed Kit at a close by booth with some guy. Mariah was no where to be seen. Thinking she may have just gone to the bathroom, he continued with the bartender, checking everything ten seconds to see if the brunette had returned. After ten minutes and no Mariah, dean had had enough.

“Well sweetheart, I think I should call it a night.”

The woman’s smile faltered. “Really? It’s still kind early.”

“Early morning.”

“Well if you change you mind I get off a midnight.”

Dean didn’t answer, just handed her a few bills and walked back to the table the same time as Kit. Before he had a chance, Kit asked, “Where’s Mariah?”

“She went back to the motel. Said something about snacks?”

Kit nodded. “She think eats. It’s kinda weird but effective. I guess it’s the sugar rush. It’s her form of crack science.” She seemed calm but still gave Dean a dark, cutting glare.

“What did Peter have to say?” Sam chuckled.

“Shut up. Just that while he was logging in his notes he noticed something. Each attack was fourteen days apart exactly.”

“So whatever this is feeds every two weeks,” Dean stated.

Kit ignored him. “The last one was ten days ago.”

“So we have four days to figure out what this is and how to kill it,” offered Sam.

“Pretty much,” agreed Kit.

“Alright, let’s head back and help Mariah then.”

When they walked into the motel room, they found Mariah laying on the bed to the far side with various junk food packaging around her, fast asleep. All the makeup had been removed from her face and her curls were free and spread over the pillows. She had changed out of her dress into very short shorts and an oversized T-shirt that read ‘Witch’s Favorite Brew’ with a coffee mug decorated with a pentagram under the words.

“Welp. Sugar crash. She won’t be up till morning,” Kit announced as she examined the empty wrappers.

Sam yawned. “Crashing sounds like a good idea. We were up really early. Why don’t we start fresh in the morning?”

Kit shrugged. “Sounds good to me. I call shower!” She stared to gather her toiletries when the room phone rang. Sam answered. After a few words he hung up. “Kit, you have a package waiting for you at the front desk.”

Her eye brows eye furrowed. “From who.”

Sam shrugged.

“Why don’t you go with her Sammy in case it’s a trap from that weirdo from before.”

Sam nodded at his brother and followed Kit out of the room. Dean quickly changed into more comfortable clothing and started cleats the trash from around the sleeping witch. Then, he gently shifted her so she was now covered by the comforter. The only indication of life from her was a deep sigh and burrowing deeper into the bedding. Not giving himself time to think, Dean slipped in next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

By the time Sam and Kit returned, Dean was asleep with his face nestled in the crook of Mariah’s neck and Mariah using one of his arms as a pillow.

Kit shook her head and mumbled, “Dumb asses.” Before going into the bathroom.

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Cold to the Core Pt. 1

Dean took another swig of whiskey while Bobby continued on his never ending rant. “I don’t like this one bit,” he was saying. “For all you two know, those witches could be plotting to kill you.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “For the last time, Mariah and Kit are on our side.”

Bobby scoffed. “It could be a trick.”

They were sitting in Bobby’s kitchen while Sam and the girls were doing research for another case. This tirade had been on going since the four of them had shown up five days ago. Bobby wasn’t out right cruel to the two witches but he did make it clear that he wasn’t going to accept them on the Winchester’s word alone.

Dean set down his glass. “Both of those girls have put their lives on the line for us. I trust them.”

“Oh you trust them. So that’s just supposed to make all of this ok?”

“If they bother you that much, we will leave,” Dean offered. “But they are gonna stay with us till we figure out why that guy came after Kit and make sure she is safe.”

Bobby glared at Dean through narrowed eyes. “And this has nothing to do with you being all hot and bothered over the little brunette?”

Dean’s fist tightened around his glass. “Her name is Mariah first off. Second, what makes you say that? The two of us have barely talked.” And they hadn’t. Mariah hadn’t said two words to him that wasn’t necessary since the day at the diner. And if he tried to initiate a conversation, he was ignored or interrupted by Kit.

Bobby gave a humorless laugh. “I’m not blind ya igit. I see how you look at her. And how she looks at you when you’re not look’in.” The old hunter crossed his arms. “That girl has you tied up in knots just like that demon’s got Sam.”

Dean stood up so fast, his chair toppled over. “Mariah is nothing like Ruby.”

The two men glared at each other for a good while till Dean let out a slow stream of air. “Just give them a chance Bobby. That is all I ask.”

He grumbled shuffled his feet. “Alright fine. But I’m telling you, if they double cross you I’ll burn them my self.”

Dean quickly looked to make sure Bobby was wearing the silver chained bracelet Mariah had given him to block his thoughts. With what had happened the first few times with Sam’s spiteful thoughts, Dean didn’t want Bobby’s opinions hurting her.

Bobby quit his grumbling for the time being and went back to adding potatoes and carrots to a large pot. Dean picked up his chair and stared to sit back down when the witch in question peeked into the kitchen. She had obviously used a glamour as she called it to hide the bruise on her cheek and her split lip. She had twisted her hair up into a bun and was wearing an oversized sweater and very fitted leggings.

Her looking at you when you’re not looking. Dean quickly pushed that thought away. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

“Sam thinks he found a case.”

Dean nodded and followed her to the study with Bobby following behind. Sam was lounging on the window bench with his laptop in his lap. He looked up whe they came in and said, “Found something in Cody Wyoming that looks like our sort of thing.”

Kit walked in at that moment, tossing a spray paint can in the small trash bin. Bobby raised an eyebrow. “What were you doing?”

Mariah flinched slightly at his gruff tone but Kit didn’t react expect to say, “I was fixing the warding on your house. The Enochian was off. Now, not a single angel or demon can step foot in this place unless you break one of the sigils.”

Bobby’s eyes widen and he blinked in shock. “You tell’in me, you know Enochian well enough to correct mistakes I might of had.”

Kit smirked and nodded. Bobby thought on this for a moment then glanced at his desk. “Maybe you could look at something for me later.” Kit’s smirk turned into a broad smile. “Sure thing, Bobby.”

Dean grinned and turned to lock eyes with Mariah who was also smiling. Seemed Bobby was warming up now. “What you got, Sammy?”

“Man found ripped apart on a hiking path. The body had evidence of being eaten from.”

Dean made a face. “Awesome. So what, werewolf? Heart missing?” If he hadn’t been paying close attention, he would have missed the flash of what must have been fear over Mariah’s face. Kit’s head snapped up from the book she was looking at with Bobby.

Sam, not noticing, continued. “You would think, but it wasn’t just the heart. Everything. Liver, stomach, intestines, flesh.”

Mariah held up a hand. “We get it. So, how is this our thing? It could just be an animal.”

Sam smirked. “Well the body was also found frozen solid. Outside. In June.”

Mariah nodded. “Yeah. Does sound like our thing.” She had visibly relaxed now that it was confirmed there was no werewolf.

Must have been a bad case. His thought was interrupted by Bobby asking, “Did you do this too?”

Dean turned and saw him holding up one of his many notebooks that was scattered on his desk. Mariah cleared her thiroat and said, “No. I did. I was having trouble sleeping and translating helps clear my head.”

All the men in the room stared at her. Bobby broke the silence. “You can translate ancient Aramaic?”

“Um yeah. I know over fifty languages. Not all fluently and not all spoken, but enough to accurately translate and understand. We both do.”

Kit pipped in. “Part of witch training.”

Sam chuckled but quickly stopped when it looked like they weren’t joking. “The two of you really know that many accurately?”

Mariah smiled. “Well, in spell casting you have to be able to translate actually or it can literally blow up in your face.”

“And when young fledgling witches are bad, they are forced to sit for hours translating dozens of books, scrolls, or what ever else.”

“And Mariah and I were very bad fledge witches,” Kit commented.

Everyone laughed at that. Bobby went back to looking through books with Kit, motioning Mariah over. Sam and Dean started planning for the case. They both tried to convince the girls to stay behind. The girls of course said they would be going and that was that. Finally, everyone decided on leaving first thing in the morning and broke up to head into the kitchen for some of Bobby’s stew.

Mariah lingered for a moment and caught Dean’s arm to stop him. “Can I ask you something?” Shocked that she was speaking to him, Dean just nodded. “Why is Bobby researching signs of the end times and seals of Lucifer?”

Dean tensed. He knew her and Kit had a right as fellow hunters to know but it was a subject he had no desire to get into just yet. “Don’t worry about it.” He tried to walk away but she wouldn’t let go of his arm. Dean sighed and stared at her. She was biting the corner of her bottom lip. A tick he learned she did when she was frustrated at not being able to read his mind.

Dean sighed. “I promise to explain. Just not right now. Ok?”

Mariah narrowed her eyes but let him go. “Alright.”

The next morning, they loaded up both cars and headed out with Bobby extracting promises from both Kit and Mariah to come back and have a look at his library. And to the brothers surprise the old man actually hugged both witches and wished them luck before shuffling back into his house.

They made it to Cody in the early afternoon. Dean had parked the impala at a motel that was to their usual standards with the corvette close behind. The boys started getting out and getting their stuff when Kit made the comment, “We are staying at a crack hotel because, why?”

Sam chuckled, “Most big hotels require major credit cards with matching IDs.”

Kit nodded, “Yeah, I get that but don’t you guys have cards?”

The brothers exchanged looks then Dean said, “Kit, all our credentials are fake. You get that right?”

Mariah laughed. “It’ll be ok Kit. Just this once.”

Kit grumbled but agreed. “Fine. But next time, Mariah, you better get us in a Hilton.”

The brunette laughed again and walked passed the boys and their confused looks. Dean had decided that all four of them would be sharing one room and wouldn’t budge. His way of thinking was that who ever had taken Kit before had done so from a motel and could definitely do so again.

Not wanting to fight the matter in front of the front desk clerk, both girls agreed. They had slept in the same bed thousands of times and it wouldn’t bother them.

Sam wanted to head to the police station immediately. “Don’t know how we will pass with four FBI agents but we’ll think of something.”

Mariah scoffed. “Oh Sam, do I look like an FBI agent to you?”

The younger Winchester didn’t know how to answer. He stared to stammer out a reply when Kit to pity on him. “Mariah isn’t good at the cop thing. If we do need to, I handle it. She has her own way of getting info.”

“This isn’t some black market dealer you can charm sweetheart.” The words left his mouth before Dean could think. It had been meant as a joke but his tone had been far to condescending and harsh from the glare Mariah was now giving him. She rolled her eyes and said, “Not my only bit, Winchester. I have many tricks.”

Smirking, Kit added, “She poses as a journalist. Interviews the families.”

“That works?” Sam asked.

“Even if they don’t tell me everything directly, I usually get all I need.”

Dean clicked his tongue. “How you manage that?”

In response Mariah tapped her temple, grabbed her duffle and went into the bathroom. It took the boys a minute but they both had a click of understanding. Telepathy.

Kit followed her friend and came back out ten minutes later in a very well tailored suit. The deep blue hair she had been sporting during her kidnapping had been changed to pitch black the night before. The was no nose ring in place and very little makeup. She looked lethal.

“We can head out. Mariah will take my car once she’s ready.”

That didn’t sit well with Dean. “You want to leave her alone?”

“Better than leaving her with you.” She brushed passed him as she said it.

Dean grounded his teeth but said nothing more. It would have to take a great deal to get out of the hole he had dug with both witches. He glanced at the door to the bathroom for a minute then followed Kit and his brother out of the room.

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[witch-chester]

Where Mischief Lies Pt. 4

Dean glanced at Mariah out of the corner of his eye. After explaining everything to Cas she had touched up her face and changed clothes. Then they spent a good ten minutes arguing on what car to take and who was driving. Sam had wanted to check out some things in town and retrace Kit’s movements from earlier to see if he could find any clues. Dean had made the suggestion that Sam take the girls car while he and Mariah were out getting food. Mariah had instantly rejected that idea saying that Kit would murder her if she let one of them take her car. When that wasn’t enough she batted her pretty brown eyes and told him that driving would help keep her clam and her mind at easy.

Begrudgingly, Dean had caved and was now seated in the passages seat of the cherry red corvette. He knew he had been manipulated by the witch but she did seem much calmer than before so he wasn’t going to sulk about it.

She pulled into the parking lot of a run down dinner and turned off the car. “I’m really not hungry, Dean,” she told him again.

“Humor me, sweetheart.” He got out and waited for her to walk in.

The dinner wasn’t that full. Dean picked out a booth towards the back and pushed her in. She seemed to curl into herself, pulling her jean jacket tighter around her and hunching over the table. Dean watch as she kept pulling and worrying her necklace. “That’s pretty,” he said, hoping to distract her.

“Mmh? Oh,thanks. It was a gift from Kit.” She heldup the long chain and steadied the almost smooth silver disk at the end. It was almost as long as his thumb and what looked like some type of celtic knot etched into it. She flipped a tiny latched and it open to show words in a language Dean didn’t understand. “It says sister of my heart. She gave it to me almost five years ago.”

“How long have you known Kit?”

Mariah raised an eyebrow in thought then answered, “Since we were about ten. Our families kinda pushed us on each other so it was either get along or be miserable. Lucky, we really became like sisters.”

“Why did they force you two together?”

She shook her head. “I don’t like talking about my pass.”

“I want to get to know you better.”

“Why?”

Dean gave a heavy sigh. “You asked for my trust. You asked for our help. You have both. Care to extend the same curtesy?”

Mariah big her bottom lip and looked down. “I’m sorry. It’s just that, for four years we have only had each other. I guess I need to refresh my people skills.” She pushed away the hair that had fallen over her eyes and looked at him. “We were raised in the same coven.”

“We both showed early signs of being very talented and powerful witches, so our families put us bother through strict training.” Dean said nothing. She straightened up and began playing with the ends of her hair while she spoke. “The stronger you are the more influential you become in the coven.”

“So you family used you to gain influence?”

She shook her head. “Not mine. My parents were strict but never unkind. They just wanted what was best for me. “

Dean waited for her to continue but she didn’t. A dullness had taken over her eyes. Talking about her family seemed to hurt her more than she cared to admit. “But they still kicked you out?”

She shrugged. “We knew what we wanted. It was better to have our freedom.”

She turned and began scanning the restaurant. Dean felt like he had hit a nerve with her by making her talk about her family and old life. He reached across the table and took her hand. “Mariah, I’m sorry if I brought up painful memories.”

She shushed him and narrowed her eyes. “Dean, there are five other people here.”

Confused, he looked passed her and took in his surroundings. “Um, yeah. Wonder why it’s taking so long to take our order then,” he said, thinking that was what had her upset. Not that either one of them had looked at a menu.

“No. Dean,” she looked back at him and said, “There are five people in here and I can’t hear a single person’s thoughts.”

That had him instantly on guard. He didn’t know much about her ability but if this was something she seemed concerned about he wouldn’t question it. He let go of her hand and reached for the gun behind his back. Mariah practically mirrored his movements, grabbing her own weapon.

Dean scanned the room more closely, taking in each face. One of the men that had been sitting at the counter stared, smiled, then shifted his eyes to black. “Demons.”

Mariah hissed. “Dean, I’m warning you. I’m not much in a physical fight.”

“Awesome.” Forming a plan in his head, he locked eyes with Mariah. “When I say, duck down.”

Mariah nodded.

“Now!”

Mariah dropped into the seat of the booth just as Dean jumped out, bullets flying. They wouldn’t hurt them to much but it would slow them down. It had been a smart call to bring the knife Ruby had given them.

Two demons dropped from head shots and another two were coming. Dean jumped up and plowed his fist into the first one’s face. Before he could pulled the knife, he was tackled to the ground. They grappled, exchanging blows with now way to reach his weapon. Suddenly, the demons stiffened. Dean punched one in the face and shoved the other off him. It was then he heard the familiar words of an exorcism.

Mariah had gotten up from the booth and was now trying to send every demon back to hell. Not good in a fight my ass. Dean smiled and grabbed one of the demons that was trying to crawl to her. Neither of them saw it. The demon came up behind Mariah and kicked her behind the knee, sending her to the ground. Before Mariah could continue the exorcism, she was back handed across the face.

“Mariah!” Dean became a blur as he cut through the demons, trying to get to her. Taking hit after hit and not feeling a thing. He could see Mariah struggling to regain her feet while dodging the knife wielding demon.

Mariah flashed her leg out and swept the demon off its feet. Different Latin words left her lips and flames burst from her fingertips. It’s caught the demon’s shirt and was just the distraction Dean needed to plunge his knife through its spine. It flashed then dropped.

“You alright?” Dean pulled her up. The corner of her mouth was bleeding and her lip was split. Fury was like a flash burn over his body.

“I’m ok Dean,” she reassured him.

He wiped away the blood with his thumb. She blushed then looked around. “Are they dead?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

Her brows knitted together. “How?”

Dean held up the knife. “This kills them. Since all sending them back does is delay the fight for a while.”

“Well that’s handy.” She seemed so calm. Like she hadn’t just been in a fight with five demons. That made his anger increase for some unexplainable reason.

“How do you plan on hunting if you can’t fight?” he snapped.

Mariah recoiled. “Excuse me?”

“If you can’t hold your own in a fight, what are you doing hunting monsters?”

She slapped his hand away from her face. “Fuck off Winchester! I’ve been doing just fine without your condescending attitude for the past four years.”

“No, you’ve just been lucky. One day that is gonna run out.” He knew he was being to harsh. His anger was mostly directed at himself for not protecting her. But even as they argued a bruise was forming on her face and it added fuel to the fire.

“Mariah shoved passed him. “If and when that does happen, it will be no concern of yours Dean Winchester.”

“Like hell it won’t,” he growled but Mariah was already out the door. He chased after her and got to her in just enough time to snatch the keys from her hand. “I’m driving.”

“No you’re not. Give me the keys.”

“I’m not gonna argue with you. Get in the car.”

“You don’t tell me what to do. Give me the keys Dean.”

“Get in the car, Mariah.” His voice was low and dangerous. Mariah glared at him. She wanted to stand there and argue some more an would have if it wasn’t for the fact Dean had just dropped five bodies and they need to get the hell out of dodge.

With a huff she got in the passenger seat and ignored the smug look on Dean’s face. They drove in silence for a bit till Dean’s cell went off. Mariah turned to look out the window while Dean barked a greeting to his brother.

“Really? Ha! Ok we are on our way back. Make sure all the girl’s stuff is packed. We are leaving as soon as we can.” He hung up and said to her, “Kit is back.”

“What!?”

“Sam said she just appeared in the room.”

Mariah felt light headed. Kit was safe. Then something else he had said clicked. “What do you mean we are leaving.”

“Mariah, we just killed five people. All of us need to leave town.”

He was right, but the way he said it had her eyes narrowing. “We aren’t going anywhere with you.”

He laughed. “Sure thing sweetheart.”

Mariah went back to ignoring him. They pulled into the parking lot of the motel and Mariah jumped out before the car was in park. Sam was sitting on the ground in front of her room door and looked relieved to see her.

“Thank god! Mariah, make her stop.”

“What do you mean?”

Sam sighed and pushed his hair back. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her but please just make her stop.”

Before she could ask him to explain further, the sound of crashing and a loud thump of something hitting the door followed by Kit cursing reached them. Mariah sighed. “I’ll handle this.”

She walked in and saw the room had been trashed. Kit was in the middle of the room, ranting so fast Mariah could barely make out words. “Kit!”

Her friend turned to her. “I swear that I’m gonna kill him. The very next time I lay eyes on that asshole he is dead.”

“Ok. I’m fine with that.” Mariah walked over and wrapped her arms around her sister. “You aren’t hurt are you?”

“No. Just pissed the fuck off.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Dean said smoothly. “But we need to leave. So can you start.” He didn’t get a chance to finish before Kit flung a chair in his direction with her power. He almost didn’t close the door in time.

Kit glared at the door. “If you didn’t have that stupid crush I would have thrown my dagger at his head.”

“Actually, I really wish you had.”

Kit looked at her friend and raised an eyebrow. “That was genuine. You ok?”

Mariah gave a huff. “Men are stupid.”

Kit chuckled. “Hell yeah to that!”

“I know why I’m made at men. Why are you?”

Kit was trying to think of something to tell her when she noticed the bruise and cut on her sister’s lip. With out a word, Kit stormed out. Mariah followed and made it through the doorway in enough time to see Kit punch Dean in the gut.

“Kit!”

“What happened to her face Winchester?”

Gasping, Dean said, “You think I hit her or something?”

“Of corse not. But why did she come back from being with you, bleeding?”

Mariah tried to reason with Kit. “It’s not his fault.”

Dean straightened up. “We were attacked by some demons. One got her.”

“And where the hell were you?”

Dean glared at the short dark skinned witch. “Trying to keep the other four away from her.”

Kit shoved him. “I’ve been with her for years and have made sure that she doesn’t get so much as a knick. What kind hunter are you?”

Mariah grabbed Kit’s arm. “That’s enough Kit. Come on, we have to pack and leave before the cops show up.”

Kit glared at Dean then let Mariah pull her away. Sam whistled. “You sure know how to piss those two off.”

“Shut up, Sammy!” Dean stared after them. Kit’s words had hit harder than her fist. He hadn’t been able to protect Mariah. Then, had taken that frustration out on Mariah herself.

Dean sat in the Impala while the girls packed up their car. It had been Sam that had finally convinced them to come with them, at least till Cas had figured out who or what the guy that had kidnapped Kit was. Kit also wanted to make it up to his brother for terrorizing him. Mariah wouldn’t look at him. She kept her eyes down with her hair covering her face.

Dean felt like throwing up once Sam finally got in the car. “Ok. We are gonna head to Boddy’s, see if he knows anything.”

Dean started the car. “Awesome.”

[witch-chester]

Where Mischief Lies Pt. 3

The air was sweet and the sound of the ocean below was oddly comforting, considering her current situation. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was burning with every shade of pink and orange. Kit had a small twinge of a wish for her sketch book and oil pencils.

Her annoying, while be it kind, host gave a heavy sigh from behind her. “I’m sorry. Am I bothering you?” Kit growled over her shoulder. Loki was leaning against the frame of the double French doors looking bored. He’d unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and had left the jacket open. She unfortunately was still in her dress but had kicked off the heels and removed the earrings. From the outside it looked like the set up in one of the silly novels Mariah read. Even the twist of her being a prisoner fit.

“No,” he replied. “I’m just waiting for more questions.”

Kit had asked all she really wanted to know. The necklace had been a gift to a mortal he had once known for protection. It had been stolen by another powerful being and the mortal killed. From the text of the charm etched in the gem, Kit could guess that the Loki had loved the mortal. That was a question she didn’t feel the need to ask. There honestly wasn’t much left to discuss. Well there was one last question, but she needed time to work through her embarrassment to ask it.

“I’m still thinking.”

He chuckled. “I’m starting to get nervous at the thought you are putting into your questions.”

She ignored him and went back to looking at the scenery. Mariah was probably in a full blown panic by now. She prayed her sister wouldn’t get desperate and call for help from home. It was a possibility. If it meant saving her, Mariah would give up her freedom. Kit worried her bottom lip. She needed to get back.

“So how long are we going to play this game?” She asked.

Loki slowly walked forward. “As soon as you get all your answers.”

“Well, I don’t have anymore questions and the ones I do you won’t give me a straight answer on. So take me back.”

Loki shook his head. “You haven’t asked all your questions.”

Kit raised an eyebrow. “Yeah I have.” She turned and he was right behind her. She took an instinctual step back but bumped into the rail. The sound of her heartbeat filled her ears. Her brain fuzzed out like a bad satellite connection and she blurted out, “Why did you kiss me?”

Loki smirked and leaned closer. “Do you want me to do it again?”

A flash of anger and Kit swung with all her strength. Her fist never made contact. He was gone and she was falling face first. Before she hit the trough however, strong arms grabbed her waist and pulled her upright.

“Falling for me already?”

Furious and embarrassed, Kit shoved away from the smirking trickster and stormed back inside. Loki was sitting on the edge of the table when she entered the dinning hall. He held up his hands before she could start yelling at him. “I’m sorry. Don’t be angry.” He was still smiling but Kit knew it was the best apology she would get.

“Let me make it up to you.”

“How?”

His fingers snapped and a silver dagger was in his hand. Her silver dagger. “You stole my dagger?” The night of the auction, Kit hadn’t noticed its absence till they all had returned to the house and had just accepted that it was gone for good. But no, the dammed trickster had taken it.

He shrugged. “You stole my necklace. Seemed fair.” He held the blade handle out towards her. “You can have it back. A sign of good faith.”

Kit hesitated, then walked over and took the dagger. “Thank you.” She stroked the familiar leather braided handle and the line of the blood groove. Mariah had given it to her the Yule before they had left home. It had truly broken her heart to think of it been lost to her. She hadn’t even had the nerve to tell Mariah she’d lost it.

Loki’s voice was soft when he said, “I can tell it means a lot to you. I’m sorry if it’s absence has caused you grief.”

Kit met his eyes. No more laughter or mocking. Genuine sincerity. She quickly looked away and grumbled, “I still don’t forgive you.”

He chuckled. “Understood. Why don’t I try something else then?”

She looked at him with suspicion. “Like?”

“First. You need a wardrobe change.” With another snap, the silk gown was gone and the comforting feel of denim and cotton replaced it. The clothes weren’t hers, but they were more her style than the dress. She fingered the silver buttons of the maroon leather jacket.

“I approve.”

“Thought you might. Now, let’s go.” He wrapped his arms once more around her waist and pulled her up against him.

There was no time to complain. The air was spinning around them and Kit buried her head in the crook of his neck. Her stomach rolled and she felt like she was being dropped from the tallest peak of a roller coaster. Even when she felt solid ground under her feet, she didn’t let go.

“We are here,” he whispered in her ear.

Kit shoved away and tried to breath through the dizziness. Lights flashed in front of her eye and that’s why it took her a few seconds to notice where he had taken her. “The Louvre?”

He shrugged. “Seemed like a good idea. Don’t you like art?”

“Yes, but I’m confused as to how you know that.”

“Lucky guess.” He turned away but not before she saw a shadow pass over his eyes. She wanted to ask but he was already walking off into a gallery. She looked around at the grand entrance she had only seen in books and on websites. Since the lights were off is was had to make out every detail. Lights off? Kit turned and looked out the glass window of the front door. The sky was pitch black.

Kit chased after Loki. “This place is closed! Do you want to get arrested?”

“Why would we get arrested?”

“We are in one of the most famous museums in the world after hours!” Kit growled. “This place must be crawling with guards.”

Loki gave her a withering look. “Between the two of us, I’m pretty sure we won’t be caught.”

Kit wanted to argue but Loki kept walking. He looked at her over his shoulder. “You can stay here if you want. I’m going to enjoy the beauty of the art world.”

She hesitated moment, the jogged to catch up with him. Even in the poor lightning, everything was breath taking to behold. Pieces Kit had never believed she would see were right in front of her. For that short time she wasn’t a hunter or a witch without a coven. She didn’t even flinch when Loki grabbed her hand.

“And of course,” he was now saying. “The beautiful Mona Lisa.”

Kit rolled her eyes. “Next.” She tried to walk away but he pulled her back. “What’s wrong with the Mona Lisa? I thought girls loved this painting.”

“A. I’m not most girls. B. I don’t want to get into the hype of a glorified selfie.”

Loki grinned. “You really don’t like that painting.”

“No!” Kit went into a rant over how there were much better and skilled pieces of art in the world. That then started another about Leonardo Di Vinci and how he was a horrible human being to begin with. She caught the warm smile on his face and raised an eyebrow. “What?”

He moved slowly, his hand cupping her face. The other gripping her waist and pulling her close. But she still didn’t understand, or maybe didn’t want to understand, what he was doing till his mouth was on hers.

She kissed him back. Her hands wrapped around her neck, keeping him in place while her lips parted and her tongue swept in to taste him. She felt the earth shift around her and her head spill. He pulled back. Gave one last peck. Then was gone.

The sound of a door opening had Kit’s eyes shooting open.

“Kit! What the hell? Where did you come from?” Sam Winchester was standing in the doorway of her and Mariah’s motel room. She was back.

Her dazed mind quickly cleared and pure rage took over. “That son of a bitch! Every fucking time! The next time I see his stupid face I’m going to bash it in!”

Sam held up his hands. He recognized the look she had in her eyes" he had seen it the night of the auction and hadn’t understood the amount of hate behind it. “Kit, are you hurt?”

She ignored him. “If the tricky bastard thinks he can just... UGH!” Sam had just enough time to duck before the thick book one of the girls must have left out came flying at his head. He continued to tried and talk her down but quickly gave up and retreated outside to call his brother and her friend for back up.

[witch-chester]

Where Mischief Lies Pt. 2

Seeing the black impala almost brought tears back to Mariah’s eyes. She had been waiting outside her motel room since Dean had sent her a five minute away text and she all but launched herself into his arms the moment he got out of the car. It really should have bothered her how much comfort she got from this man she barely knew, but the feeling of his hands stroking her hair and rubbing her back eased away the tension in her body.

Dean let her go, touching her face briefly with a few words of comfort before she greeted his brother. hey all went into the room and Mariah curled up at the head of her bed while the boys looked around. Dean saw the map and blood covered pendulum laying on the floor. “What’s this?” A silver knife was close to it so he picked it up. It too still had fresh blood on it.

“Oh,” Mariah help up her badly bandaged hand. “I did that. Spell to help find her.” She tucked the bloody hand back under her arm. “Didn’t work.”

Dean cursed and walked over to her, pulling her hand so he could look at it. Numb to everything at that point, Mariah didn’t fight him. Sam was at her laptop looking through the same articles she hadn’t bothered closing. “You guys were hunting demons?” He asked.

“Not really. Just looking for cases close by. Just happened to be a whole lot of demonic,” she said without looking at him. Her attention was focused on Dean while he unwrapped her sorry attempt at helping herself. The cut across her palm wasn’t very deep but it had been difficult to wrap one handed.

“Was it a demon that attacked you?”

Mariah did look at Sam then. “We aren’t idiots. This room is warded against demons.”

Sam help up his hands. “Ok. Sorry. Just trying to help.”

Mariah sighed. “I know. I’m sorry I just feel on edge.” She looked back down at her hand. It was still bleeding and Dean gave up trying to fix her patch job and took the soiled gaze off all together.

Dean got up to get more first aid items. He didn’t like how pale Mariah was. She wasn’t as put together as she normally would be. Makeup faded. Hair down and messy. She was still a looker but he knew what it meant for her to be like this. He paused a minute, thinking hard about how he could possibly know her state of mind from just her face. Not wanting to think to much about what it could mean, he grabbed the bag Mariah must have pulled out to fix her hand the first time and went back to the bed.

He knelt back down and took her hand again, tugging it gently so she would turn to face him. She relented and let her legs fall on either side of him as he cleaned and rebandaged her hand. He noticed color on her legs. Tattoos of the planets and moon phases decorated with watercolor splashed around them were bright on the ivory skin of her thighs. Dean had noted vine like tattoos on her wrists that he didn’t remember but has written it off at being unobservant. But he knew he would remember ink on her legs.

Sam was back to asking her questions. He was trying to track Kit’s phone. Mariah was arguing that she had tried it. Something was blocking all forms of trace. Magical and technological. His odd knowledge of the witch’s feeling and moods aside, he knew his brother better. The two of them were bother getting frustrated with one another and Dean tried to diffuse the situation before it turned into something.

“You have tattoos,” Dean said off handily.

Marathon blinked. “What?”

“Tattoos. You didn’t have them before.”

Mariah raised an eyebrow. Dean was focused on her hand and his tone seem neutral. He was trying to distract her. She smiled just a little. “I did actually. I just used a spell to glamor them.”

“Why? It’s nice ink.”

“Tattoos are easier recognized than a face.”

Dean pursed his lips and nodded. He tied off the gaze. “There.” But he didn’t let go of her hand. Her fingers were like ice. “We will find her, Mariah. I promise.” His green eyes were warm and it made her smile for real. “Thank you.”

Dean stared at her a long minute then cleared his throat. “Any luck, Sammy?”

His brother shrugged. “No. I really don’t get this. Some guy with powers that you say can’t be a witch just pops in on two witches by accident?”

Mariah bit her lip. “It might not really be by accident. He was looking for us. Or rather, looking for Kit.”

Dean’s brow furrowed. “You said you didn’t know him.”

“I don’t. But Kit might have.” She was playing with one of the several rings on her fingers, not meeting either of them in the eye.

“What’s going on Mariah?”

She sighed and said, “Last month at the auction, Kit kinda stole a necklace.”

“What!?”

She flinched at Dean’s shout. “She said it could be dangerous. It had Enochian symbols carved into it.”

Sam held up a hand. “Enochian? As in the language of angels.”

She nodded.

“Kit can read Enochian?”

Again, she nodded.

The brothers exchanged looks. Then Dean growled out, “Cas!”

Mariah stood up. “What’s wrong?”

Before they said a word. A man in a long khaki trench coat with dark hair and breath taking blue eyes was standing behind Dean.

“Yes Dean?”

Mariah reached for her gun but Dean help up a hand. “It ok. He’s a friend. Kinda. Cas, this is Mariah. Mariah, the angel Castiel.”

Mariah stared for a long minute, eyes shifting between all the men in the room. Then she burst into a fit of giggles, plopping back onto the bed. Cas looked confused. Sam looked nervous. Dean looked concerned. She might have finally cracked.

“Mariah, what’s so funny?”

Mariah tried to breathe and answer Dean. “Y’all are fucking with me right?”

“Mariah, this isn’t a joke.”

Her giggles stared to fade as she took in their faces. “He’s-he’s not really an angel.”

No one smiled. No one even moved.

“He can’t be an angel!” she shrieked.

“Why not?” asked Cas.

“You’re to pretty!”

“Mariah!” Dean put his hand on her shoulders. She looked like she was going to cry again. The events of the day seemed to be to much for her. “I’m getting you food.” Mariah was still staring wide eyed at Castiel. “Hey, let go grab some food.”

She blinked a few times then focused on him. “I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat. I saw the bag from earlier. You barely touched it and it’s cold by now. You can fill Cas in then I’m taking you to get something in your stomach.” Dean didn’t want her to get hysterical. Food was the best distraction.

Mariah stared at him. His green eyes were hard and she knew he wound or give up. Stressed and to drained to argue she just nodded.

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The feel of silk moving against her skin as she moved was making Kit feel on edge. This was Mariah’s field. She couldn’t flirt and be coy. Dazzling strangers in fancy gowns and glittery jewelry. She much preferred using her magic or her fists. She wasn’t girly in the slightest. Kit peeked once again at one of the many mirrors that line the obnoxiously large dining room. Loki had also glamored or spelled or whatever he had done makeup onto her face. Her eyes were smokey and winged like a cat’s. Lips full and slicked a dark plum.

She took a deep breath and tried to suppress her anxiety. Moving the gold plated fork around the butter seasoned vegetables and perfectly cooked steak. Everything smelled delicious but the churning of her stomach made her afraid to take a single bite. The glass of bubbling champagne was completely out of the question.

“I said dinner in exchange for answers,” Loki breathed from across the table. “Not staring at you fidget and move a perfectly good porterhouse around.”

She glared at him. “Maybe being kidnapped ruined my appetite.”

He smiled. “You’re a guest, not a prisoner.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact that you knocked me out and brought me here against my will.”

He sighed heavily and set the flute of champagne down. “If I give you a few answers will you calm down? You look ready to crawl out of your skin.”

“Maybe. Let’s see.”

“Ok. Ask away.”

“What are you?”

He laughed. “Going for the kill are you?”

“Answer.”

“I told you. I’m Loki.”

She rolled her eyes. “So I’m just supposed to believe that you are the trickster god Loki?”

“You’re a witch and a hunter. Is you’re mind really that small.”

“Bitch!” Kit gripped the fork tightly in her fist.

“Oh, did I hit a nerve?”

Kit dropped the fork and shoved herself back from the table. “Where are you going?” Loki called out after her.

“Fuck you and your answers.”

“Wait!” He was right next to her grabbing her arm. She turned, gripped the wrist that was holding her and rolled him over her hip. There should have been a loud thud of his body hitting the marble, but the room stayed silent.

“Well.” Kit turned and saw him leaning against the table. “That was fun.” He was smirking and once against sipping his champagne.

Rage boiled and quickly killed her anxiety. She wanted to punch him but the stupid look on his face told her he like making her angry. “Did you have a reason for bringing me here, or are you just playing with me?”

“Both.”

She really wanted to smack that stupid grin off his face. How did Mariah deal with these creeps.

“Take me back, I don’t care what this stupid necklace has to offer if it means I have to deal with you.” She started to pull the necklace over her head.

“Alright. Alright. I’ll stop. Just keep that on.”

“I don’t want it.”

He shrugged. “To bad. It’s yours now.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?”

“Sit down and I will actually give you answers. No more games.” He placed his hand over his heart. “Trickster’s honor.”

“That means bullshit.”

He winked at her. “Take it or leave it buttercup.”

“Stop with the stupid nicknames too. My name is Kit.”

He nodded. “Kit. Understood.”

Kit huffed and dropped back into her chair.

He didn’t sit. He leaned over the back of the high backed chairs and stared at his hands. Kit figured he was trying to figure out how to answer her questions without really answering. Years on the run and watching Mariah run dozens of cons, she knew that face. “I’ll ask a simpler question if who and what you are is so difficult.”

He looked up and smiled at her. “Go ahead. I promise to answer this one.”

Kit narrowed her eyes and thought hard for a minute. “What is the point of bringing me here? I was willing to give you back the necklace but you said no. If it’s no longer the reason then why?”

He tilted his head. “I told you. I am very intrigued by you.”

The twists and knots filled her stomach again. “But I don’t understand why. Explain what so intriguing about me.”

“We might not have time. I told your friend I wouldn’t have you out for to long.”

“Can the sweet talk.”

Those hazel eyes sparkled. “You are fascinating! Such a beautiful woman that hates being treated like a queen.”

“I’m a hunter. Not a queen.”

The smile grew and he said, “So fascinating. But to give a more specific answer to your question.” He moved and sat back down. “I brought you here because of the necklace.”

Kit gritted her teeth. “You just told me to keep it.”

“Not to take it from you. To see what it chose you.”

“Chose me?”

Loki nodded. “You’re a smart witch. Despite what I said earlier I know you are. That necklace has a protective charm on it.”

She nodded. “Yeah I got that from the Enochian.”

His eyes widened. “You could read it?”

“Well yeah. I’m the only living witch that I know of that can.”

He stared at her in shock for a long time then simply whispered, “Fascinating.”

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Where Mischief Lies Pt. 1

Mariah scanned through article after article. Major electric storms country wide. Countless reports of cattle being slaughtered. Farmers at ends rope over crops just withering and dying. From all of her training, both witch and hunter, it all pointed to demons. But all over the country? There had been a giant spike in demon activity over the past two years and it was starting to worry her. Most monsters had a purpose for killing no matter how horrible. Feeding mostly. Demons? They wiped out everything in their path just for the fun of it.

She sipped her coffee then choked. It hadn’t been that good to start with and now it was cold. Wrinkling her nose she set it back down and clicked on another news report, trying to find one closest to their current location. Before, Kit and her usually would try and get a house or apartment and leave on cases every once in while. Now, with all the activity and recent events it just seemed easier to constantly move. Life of a hunter.

Mariah glanced at her phone and bit her bottom lip. Dean had given her his primary cell phone number on their last meeting. Hunters had a network. They could call on one an at anytime for intel on a monster, questions about suspicious activity, and even help when needed. And because of who and what they are, the two of them had never had that. Mariah didn’t want to admit it but she actually liked knowing that she could call on someone if they needed help.

Since leaving New Orleans and the coven, it had only been Kit and her for the past four years. It had worked out mostly but there were times when their lack of backup and support had almost cost them their lives. Some witches were perfectly fine being solitary. Having grown up in such a large coven, Mariah sometimes missed the feeling of community and family it gave. No matter how bad it had been for them. The reason for their leaving was still valid and there was no way they could go back, but she still wished she had more people they could rely on.

Kit still wasn’t keen on the idea of making allies of the Winchesters. No matter how chummy she had become with Sam. But they might have an idea about all this demon activity.

Before she could reach for her phone, Kit walked in carrying grocery bags in one hand and a fast food bag in the other.

“I come bearing food!” She dropped the groceries by the stand holding up the crappy motel TV and walked over to the paper littered table. “Still at it I see.”

Mariah shrugged and pawed at the food bag. Research had absorbed her attention so much she hadn’t even noticed how hungry she really was. She eyed the grocery bags. “Did you get me my snack cakes?”

“Yes,” Kit answered with a sigh. She read over Mariah’s shoulder. “Demons?”

“Mmhmm,” replied Mariah over a mouth of french fries.

Kit pursed her lips and nodded. “Sounds like fun. Where are we heading?”

“Don’t know yet. Trying to find one close so we don’t have to travel a lot.”

Kit nodded and moved back. The glint of red caught Mariah’s eye. She worried her lip once again and asked, “You’re still wearing that thing?”

Kit touched the necklace. “I told you that it’s safe for me to wear. You felt the energy yourself. It’s way to Light to be dangerous.”

“Yes,” Mariah said hesitantly. “But the guy that attacked you for the necklace definitely is.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Yeah. You said that but I really don’t think.”

Kit help up a hand. “I’m not in danger. Stop worrying. Goddess you’re such a mom.”

Mariah’s cheeks puffed out. “That guy could have been a demon for all you know. With all this activity I wouldn’t doubt it.”

Kit laughed. “He wasn’t a demon. His Aura was whiter than yours Miss Lightbright.”

“A simple charm could.”

“What? Mask a demonic Aura from my Witch Sight. Mimi, he wasn’t a demon.

“Ok but obviously he isn’t a friendly ally either. He attacked you.”

“Only to get the necklace.”

“Yes and he might come back for it!”

“That’s the plan.”

Mariah recoiled. “What?”

Kit sighed and put down the sandwich she had been munching on. “I want him to find me. I want to know what is so important about this necklace and why it is charmed with an angelic protective charm.”

Mariah blinked. “It’s what?”

“The Enochian I read, it’s a protection charm. I’m curious as to why he wants it.”

Mariah just stared at her best friend and coven sister. It had been nearly a month since Kit had stolen the necklace and this was the first she was hearing of an angelic charm. Granted, angelic magic had always been a struggle for Mariah despite her being a Witch of Light, so this was Kit’s area of expertise. She knew that her friend wouldn’t do anything that could get herself killed. But still.

“I think you should get rid of it.”

“It’s not your choice Mariah.” Kit’s eyes narrowed.

“I’m only thinking of what’s best for us.”

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“Anything that involves you has everything to do with me.”

“I do what I want Mariah. Back off this.”

“Oooh cat fight. I came just in time.”

The girls immediately responded to the unfamiliar voice. Mariah jumped to her feet, pulling the silver pistol from her waist band and aiming it at the man lounging on one of the beds. His hair was golden brown and a mess of tousled waves. His face was smiling and far to calm for someone with two guns pointed at his head.

Before Mariah could bark out for him to explain himself, Kit yelled, “You!”

“Hello again, Sugarplum,” the man said with a smile and a wink. “Please don’t mind me. I was enjoying the show.” With a flick of his hand a bowl filled with popcorn appeared in his lap.

Mariah cocked her gun. “You have five seconds before I blow your brains out.”

“Won’t do a damn thing. Save your bullets for something it will actually kill.” He tossed a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth.

“How did you find me?” Kit asked next.

Mariah’s eyes shifted between the two. Kit had lowered her gun.“Wait, you know him?”

She nodded. “He’s the guy from the warehouse.”

Mariah’s finger twitched on the trigger. Less than a second later her hand was empty, gun gone.

“Calm your trigger finger toots. I have business with Cupcakes over here.”

“Don’t call me that!” Kit growled.

“What ever you say, Snickerdoodle.”

Kit growled and the hand holding her gun shook.

Mariah had enough. “Times up, Asshole.” She raised her hands, a spell to send him packing on her lips. Suddenly, her hands bound together with invisible restraints and her mouth was sealed shut.

“Give us a minute,” said the intruder. His fingers flicked and Mariah was shoved back into her chair.

“Let her go!” shouted Kit.

He smirked. “I will. Once we have a chat.”

“Let her go or I’ll sent you flying.”

He was gone in a blink. Hands wrapped around Kit’s waist, pulling her back against him. “Didn’t you learn last time how unsuccessful that was.” His warm breath tickled her ear. An unwelcome shiver spread over her body.

She could hear Mariah’s muffled shrieks and the sounds of her kicking at the table next to them.

The man behind her sighed. “We need quiet,” he whispered to her. Then to Mariah. “I’ll return her safely.” And before Kit could even think, wind rushed around her and the world went dark.

Mariah gasped for air as her mouth finally was able to open and her body was released from what ever spell that man had put her under. She jumped up and scanned the room frantically. They were gone. She had seem them just disappeared before her eyes. Panic set in and her whole body started shaking. She snatched her phone and dialed the first person she could think of.

“Who is this and how did you get this number?”

Mariah felt tears form at the sound of Dean’s gruff voice. “Dean?” His name came out cracked and weak.

“Mariah?”

“Dean, I need help.” She couldn’t stop the panic or the shaking in her voice.

“Sweetheart, calm down. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

She couldn’t respond right away. Her legs gave out and she crumpled to the floor. Full blown sobs left her body now. She could hear Dean curse and say soothing words to try and calm her.

“Kit’s gone.” She finally was able to get out.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Some guy just showed up in our motel room and and took her.”

“Was it a hunter?”

“No. I don’t know what he was. He had powers but I know he’s not a witch. Dean, I can’t lose her.”

“Calm down, sweetheart.” She heard a slight rustling and Dean’s voice ask, “Can you track her phone?”

Mariah took deep breaths and tried to calm herself. Sam’s voice was muffled then Dean came back on. “We are three hours away from you. Stay right where you are.”

“Okay.” She hated how little and pitiful her voice sounded.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and the calm faded. Mariah let the tears fall now. She had failed. Her only job was to keep her sister safe and she had failed.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Kit knew she wasn’t in her and Mariah’s motel room. The bed she was currently laying in was far too soft and comfortable. The smell of the room far to pleasant. She kept her eyes closed and her breathing level. If her kidnapper was near by, she didn’t want to alert him to her consciousness. Flexing and shifting her muscles ever so slightly, she was able to take a mental evaluation of her body. Nothing felt broken or hurt.

“I know you’re awake.”

Kit sighed and slowly sat up. The feeling of silk on her skin startled her. “You changed my clothes?” Her voice cracked from the high pitch.

Her capture smiled. “Well of course. You were far to undressed.”

Kit stood and stared down at the floor length silver silk gown. It was fitted to every curve of her body. The neck line was a low V halter with thin ribbon like ties around her neck. The back was dropped low to just above her butt. The heaviness at her ears told her that some kind of outrageous earring were dangling there.

Heat burned her face, equal parts embarrassment and anger. “Why in hell am I wearing this?”

His face looked wounded. “What wrong? You don’t like the color?”

“Why in hell did you undress me?”

He looked confused, then laughter burst out. “Oh sweet sugar drop, I didn’t touch you. Not like that. All it take is a snap of my fingers.” And his fingers snapped and the dress changed to night black.

Kit’s hand went to her throat and she let out a breath of relief when she felt the necklace still there.

He noticed her movement and nodded. “I’m not going to take it from you.”

She raised an eye brow. “Then why am I here?”

His smiled turned dark and mischievous. “Curiosity. And dinner of course.”

Kit noticed he was also in formal attire. The black tuxedo fit him well. His hair was tamed and smoothed back from his face. A knot of attraction twisted in her stomach. “I’m not having dinner with you.”

He sighed. “I could have killed you and your friend. Doesn’t that give me an ounce of trust.”

“No.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough. I promise you answers then.”

Her curiosity was also pricked. That’s what she wanted. The necklace was a whole mess of questions. “Okay. Dinner for answers.”

He smiled. “Shall we then?” He help out his hand to her.

“First. One question needs answered. Who are you?”

His smile widened. “You can call me Loki.”

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Put on the Glamor Pt. 4

The drive to the auction had been quiet. Kit wasn’t much of a talker and Sam it seemed didn’t feel the need to fill the silence. Mariah had gotten the sting of the taller Winchester’s thoughts most of the day, So Kit was very much aware of how he felt about them. Even if it seemed like he had warmed up a bit. Still, she had to admit Sam’s stone silence was better than the bedroom eyes Dean was throwing at her sister. And of course Mariah was doing the same.

With a sigh, Kit parked her ‘69 corvette and slid from the front seat.

“I like your taste in music,” Sam commented. Kit raised an eyebrow. Sam just chuckled and said, “It’s nice to listen to something different. My brother is stuck in the seventies when it comes to music.”

“Oh goddess! I actually feel sorry for you.”

Sam smirked. “It’s not always bad. It’s just good to get a break.”

They made their way into the warehouse, still talking. Kit smirked as well. “I’m sure Mimi is getting a kick out of that.”

“Not into classic rock?”

Kit shrugged. “Rock? Yes. But not a lot of the classics. She likes the same stuff I do.”

Conversation ended then. Their part of the plan was to stay to the shadows till the auction started then sneak away to burn the heart. It had been suggested to try an actually buy the dammed thing, but Mr. Rossi wasn’t an idiot. All purchases had to be in cash and money shown before the item was even brought to you. That left Mariah to do what she did best and play the guy like a fiddle and Kit to shine in her skills.

Out of habit, she let her eyes search for her sister. Ever since they had been force from their lives back home it had been them and only them. Having these brothers around seemed like a good idea at the moment but it still set her on edge. Kit didn’t spot Mariah or Dean in the crowd. They had arrived late since they didn’t feel the need to socialize when the whole purpose was to salt, burn, and dip.

“We should take a look around. See the best ways to get to where the items are being kept,” suggested Sam.

Kit nodded. “I’ll go this way. Meet in the middle?”

Sam nodded. Kit moved through the crowd, keeping her eyes out for security and exits. She found herself buy the stage where top artifacts were being displayed. The appeal for such things kind of baffled her. She knew the benefits of studying such things but just to have it sit in a case to say you have it seemed pointless.

A flash of red light caught her eye. A guest had asked to take a closer look at one of the items. A necklace with an inch long tear drop ruby accented with diamonds and what Kit believed to be smoothed obsidian beads in between the links in the gold chain. An aid had carefully removed it from the case and was holding it up to the light. Symbol dances around as the light was reflected through the ruby. Her heart stopped.

“Now this peace was found in a temple devoted to Kali, the goddess of destruction,” the woman was explaining. “The necklace has been depicted with the goddess herself wearing it. We believe the symbols that have been etched inside the gem itself are a form of ancient Hebrew.”

That wasn’t Hebrew. As part of their training, Kit and Mariah had learned several languages to aid in spell casting. Those symbols were from a language that only she herself had mastered. And the words she had been able to glimpse didn’t sound friendly.

Mariah! She called out with her mind. The boys may be wearing anti-telepath charms but Kit sure wasn’t. Mariah, I need you.

What’s wrong? The smooth sound of her friend’s mental voice filled her head.

Come to the stage. There is something you need to see.

Sure thing. I need to get away from Mr. Control Freak anyway.

Aw! Is your crush making you mad?

Shut up! That is so middle school.

Kit chuckled to herself. The necklace was placed back in its case and the couple that had been admiring it gone. She studied it closely. With her Witch Sight she could see some kind of aura inside the gem. An aura she hadn’t seen before. The energy was extremely light. Lighter than even Mariah’s.

Mariah floated up the steps and over to her. “What’s wrong?”

Kit tapped the glass case. “This necklace. When it’s put in light it projects symbols.”

Mariah bobbled her head. “And?”

“The symbols are Enochian.”

Mariah’s eyes flared. “You’re sure?”

Kit gave her a smug look. “Who is the only one that can read angelic script?”

“You. Yeah I get it.” Mariah sighed and tucked a curl behind her ear. “What did it say?”

Kit shrugged. “I only caught a glimpse. But I’m positive that the words destruction and slave were in there. It also was found in the goddess of destruction’s temple.”

Mariah stared at the necklace. “The energy doesn’t seem dark. Opposite actually.”

“I know, but I don’t trust humans to have an Enochian necklace that talks about slavery and destruction.”

“Point made. Alright, handle it.”

“Should we tell your boyfriend about it?” Kit asked mockingly.

Mariah’s cheeks pinked and puffed out. “He’s not!” She took a breath. “I can’t with you.” Mariah looked over her shoulder at the crowd. “We can handle this. If it’s a hexed object it should be handled by witches any way.”

Kit nodded. “Gotcha. I’ll snatch it with out Giant knowing.”

“Am I interrupting?”

Mariah flinched at the comment. Dean must have caught it because his eyes turned dark and he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Making her voice as calm as possible, Kit replied. “Nothing you need to worry about, hot stuff.”

I got it covered. Don’t be so obvious. She quickly made her exit and headed to find her Winchester while Mariah handled hers.

Sam was waiting by a table lined with hor’ dourves. “I found a way in but it has two guards,” he told her.

“I’m sure Mariah and Dean will make a decent distraction,” she replied.

Just then, Kit heard shouting from the middle of the room. Dean had Mariah tucked behind him with an arm partially on her waist while glaring and shouting at who she believed was their host. Mariah was gripping the Winchester’s arm, pleading with the two men. Not the original plan but I guess.

The guards that had been watching the exit her and Sam needed quickly made their way through the cluster of people to break up the altercation. Kit followed behind Sam and they slipped through the door unnoticed.

It was dark with only the distance flood lights on the ceiling lighting the isles. Shipping containers and wooden crates lined dozens of rows. “This is going to take a bit,” Sam commented.

Kit replied, “Well, let’s get started.”

Sam pulled a small deceive from his pocket. It started flashing and making odd beeping sounds. He motioned for you to follow him. As you walked the beeping got louder. “What is that?”

“EMF detector. It picks up waves that ghosts and haunted objects give off.”

Kit snorted. “Humans.” She blinked and allowed her Witch Sight to once again take over her vision. Ribbons of energy danced around the vast space. A slight shimmer in the ether caught her eye. “Up there.” She pointed to a wooden crate ten feet ahead.

His little device went wild when they approach the crate. Warnings and signs of do not open covered the wood. The lid was nailed shut and no matter how hard he tried, Sam couldn’t get it to budge. “I didn’t bring a crowbar,” he sighed. “There must be one around here.”

“Oh please! Move,” Kit growled. With a swift wave of her hand the lid was ripped from the crate, nails and all. Sam had to quickly duck to not get bashed in the head.

He stared at her, baffled. “Telekinesis?”

Kit nodded.

Sam sighed and shook his head. He mumbled something that she couldn’t quiet make out but she was pretty sure it was along the lines of ‘dammed witches.’ Kit just smirked. Suddenly the temperature in the area dropped dramatically. Their breath came out in clouds. “We have company.”

Sam quickly pulled straw and packing materials from the crate. “Distract her. I’ll torch the thing,” Sam commanded.

Kit almost argued and growled how she didn’t take orders, but just then a woman that seemed only to be wearing a long tattered skirt and elaborate pectoral necklace that barely covered her chest. With out thinking, Kit used her mind to throw Sam back before the ghost could bring down what reminded her of a spear but with a flat curved blade.

The woman screamed and charged at Kit. “Et dejiciam interfectos vestros essentia!” Kit shouted the spell and felt the energy shoot from her fingertips. The specter disappeared into a cascade of silver sparks. “Are you ok, Sam?”

Sam got up stiffly. “Yeah. Just fair warning next time.”

Kit chuckled. “Sure. She won’t be gone for long. Grab the jar.” Sam grabbed the box that was in the crate. “I’ll look around and keep her away from you. Once you open that thing she’ll come out full charge.”

She took off down the isle. It was a ploy of course. Her essence scatter spell would keep that bitch in the ether way longer they need to torch her, but this was the perfect opportunity to grab that necklace.

Mariah, have they sold the necklace yet?

Just now. They are taking to the back office to sign sale papers. Hurry!

Kit pushed her legs to go faster, glad she had decided on sensible flat heeled combat boots instead of heels. She heard voices coming from a platform near the back of the warehouse. She slowed and quieted her steps once she was close. Creeping up the steps, Kit readied the charm bag in her pocket.

Five eyes turned to her as she stepped into the light. And five bodies his the ground after she threw the bag that would knock them out for at least an hour. She carefully stepped over limbs and made her way to the desk. He necklace was secured in a velvet tri-fold case like one you would see at a jewelry store. A pulse of energy cursed through her with a single touch. The ruby glowed for a moment, scattering angelic symbols around the room then just as quickly they were gone.

“Interesting.”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not nice to steal?”

Kit whipped around, arm ready to send the intruder flying. A man shorter than the brothers but still taller than her stood only a yard away. His light golden hair looked wind blown and her was far to casually dressed to be a guest of the auction. “Who the hell are you?”

The man chuckled. “Wrong direction cupcake. That belongs to me.”

“Finders. Keepers.”

He sighed heavily. “Can we just get this over with? I want to back to not giving a shit.”

Kit reaches for the silver dagger tucked into her boot. “To bad for you, I have all night angel cakes.” With the other hand she tried to send him flying, but all that happen was him bowing back slightly like he was absorbing them blow.

“Hmmm. A witch. This will be fun.”

A sliver of panic shot through her. She tried to See him but was nearly blinded by pure light energy. “What are you?”

He smirked. “Someone you definitely shouldn’t tangle with.”

Kit flipped her knife in her hand, still gripping the necklace. “Bold of you to assume I don’t like a challenge.” She sent the table beside her sailing in his direction. It should have hit him dead center but in less than a blink he was gone.

“Missed sweetness.” The voice came from right behind her. She flipped the dagger and jabbed it right where his stomach should be. She heard a grunt then a chuckle. “Now sweetheart, can’t we just talk.”

Kit spun away from his. Her dagger protruded from his abdomen. He stared at her, honey colored eyes staring into shocked umber ones, and simply pulled her dagger from his body. No flinch of pain. No reaction at all.

He examined the blade. “You’re cute so I really don’t want to hurt you. Just hand over the necklace.”

“Hand over the necklace,” she mocked back in a childish voice. “Eat my ass.”

His eyes flared and mouth tightened. “I’m not in the mood to play games.”

“To bad. I like games.” She moved to land a kick where she had stuck her dagger. He once again disappeared. “Not this time.” She spun around was able to hit him square in the chest. He choked and grabbed her calf. Kit tried to pull back but his grip was to strong. Those eyes shifted from golden hazel to a glowing blue. The necklace, still wrapped around her wrist, glowed a bright red.

The man hesitated. “Interesting.” He jerked Kit forward, releasing her leg only to wrap an arm around her waist.

“Get your hands off me!”

He just smirked and stared at her. She struggled but all that done was cause his to wrap the other arm around her. “You are an fiery one,” he purred.

Kit felt a twist in her stomach. She didn’t like it. “I’ll show you fiery!” She began uttering the words to conjure fire when his lips came down on hers. Since she was in the middle of speaking her mouth was open and his tongue was given free access. Her mind short circuited. Heat spread across her body like a flash fire. She felt dizzy and her eyes drifted shut. Before she knew what was happening, she was kissing him back.

“Kit!” The sound of Sam’s voice shouting her name barely registered. Her assailant, however, was quick to gather his wits.

He broke the kiss. “Damn Winchesters.” A rush of air swirled around Kit. The warmth was gone and so was her support. She stumbled and gripped the table she had thrown. Confusion quickly turned to anger. That bastard!

Off in the distance, Sam shouted her name again. He was starting to get concerned. The petit witch was no where in sight and they need to get out of there.

“Stop!” Sam jerked to a halt at the command. A burly looking guard in an all black suit was heading his way fast. Sam braced himself, ready to fight. There was a loud thud and the man dropped like a rock. Kit stood behind him with what Sam thought was a plank from a crate. Her chest was heaving and her eyes were filled with anger.

“Um, are you ok?”

She glared at him. “Fine! Is it done?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Let go.”

Sam followed behind her. He worried it would be hard to find his brother and Mariah but they were waiting for them as they renter the main room.

“Everything good?” Mariah asked.

Sam nodded. “Salted and burned. Saw her flare up myself.”

“Good,” Dean said. “Now let’s bail.”

“Especially before the cops show up,” Mariah said off handedly.

“Cops?” the brothers asked in unison.

Mariah smiled. “You didn’t think I would know about an illegal auction and not report it, did you?”

Before they could respond, Kit growled. “Come on. Let’s go.”

-x-x-x-x-x-

The next day, everyone was packing up their cars and getting ready to head out. The girls had thought it wise to get out of town just in case the FBI some how connected them to Rossi.

“Trying to settle in one place is starting to seem like a long shot.”

Dean looked at Mariah as she sighed out those words. He saw a longing and a glimmer of pain. “Life of a hunter sweetheart.”

She nodded. “I know.” She gave him a smile smile. “Thank you. For your help.”

Dean smiled. “No problem.”

Sam walked out of the house laughing with Kit right behind him. Those two had been getting along great since the night before. Dean watched as his brother gave to witch a quick little hug. Well I’ll be dammed.

Kit gave Dean a friendly wave andSam walked over to him and Mariah. “I wanted to apologize.”

Mariah held up a hand. “It ok Sam.” She let his brother pull her into a hug as well. “You girls stay safe.”

Mariah laughed and pulled back. “Of course we will.”

“I trust you.” Dean made that comment and Mariah’s face lit up. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug of her own. Dean hugged her back, resting his chin on the top of her head. “See you around sweetheart.”

Mariah stepped back. “Hopefully.”

“Definitely.”

Dean got in his car and Mariah went over to get in hers. Kit was already in the drivers seat. Mariah eyed the necklace chain barely visible from under her shirt collar. “Is it safe to wear that?”

“It’s harmless,” Kit reassured her.

“You said it was something for destruction.”

Kit sighed. “Misinterpretation.” She fingered the stone resting against her skin. “I’m perfectly safe.”

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Put on the Glamour Pt. 3

Everyone spent the day preparing for the auction. The plan was for Dean and Mariah to stay in complete view at all times while Sam and Kit snuck away to burn the heart. The brothers were checking weapons. Kit was prepping hex bags under Sam’s dark glare. Mariah was mostly on the phone with some guy named Lorenzo discussing the price of the items they were interested in. Dean was pretty sure the douche’s name was Lucas and he was just a no good thief with a suit. She seemed far to into her role. The laughing and smooth tone of her voice were unnecessary in his opinion.

Dean quickly glanced at silver linked bracelet on his wrist. It was charmed to keep Mariah from reading his thoughts. Kit had given one to him and his brother after a morning of her friend answering unspoken questions and sassy remarks to thought comments. Some how it was harder to keep the brothers’ minds blocked. Mostly him. Finally Kit was annoyed enough to help them.

Both girls were in Mariah’s bedroom at the moment, getting ready. The actual auction didn’t start till midnight, but the gala to show off the collection was at ten. They had been in there for two hours now. After a firm reminder from Kit to not to touch anything they had been left to their own devices. Now both of them were dressed and waiting for the females to hurry up.

“How long does it take to put on a dress?” Sam complained.

“Ask Mariah.” Kit strutted out not in a gown but a very fitted black satin suit. The blazer was open with only was looked like a black and red lace bra like top underneath. Her eyes were all smoke and fire and her lips had been slicked with a deep almost black maroon. Dean nodded. “You clean up nice, Kit.”

She rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”

Dean just chuckled. Over the past twenty four hours they had gotten used to her abrasive humor. Nothing was to be taken personally since she was just as aggressive towards Mariah. Sometimes even more. “Interesting choice of outfit though.”

She shrugged. “I can’t really fight a ghost in a dress. Plus I leave all that fem fetal shit to Mariah. I rather just punch someone.”

Sam laughed. “I’m actually starting to like you Kit.”

“Not my goal but I guess.”

Dean cleared his throat. “Where’s Mariah? We need to head out.”

“She’s putting on her feet torturing devices.”

Dean fussed with the bow tie Mariah had insisted on. He was used to wearing suits when acting like FBI but a tuxedo was a completely different level of uncomfortable.

“Oh stop fussing, Winchester.” Dean turned at Mariah’s voice. His mouth went dry at the sight of her. The dress was emerald silk and clung to her every curve until it flared into a short train just below her knees. The neckline was cut to follows the curve of her chest with straps that hugged her shoulders. Her hair was down but the curls more tight than the normal waves. Her eyes were heavily lined with a dust of green and gold. Her mouth was still her usual deep red that made his head spin.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

Dean cleared his throat. “No. Now we can get going.” He didn’t mean for his tone to be so gruff. Her dark brown eye narrowed for a moment then she just huffed. Probably annoyed that his mind was now closed to her.

They had agreed to take both cars but with Sam riding with Kit again and Mariah with Dean. She reminded him once again of the “collector” he was poising as. A young billionaire from old money that had nothing better to do but acquire antiques and rare objects, Maxwell Van Hyre.

“You really couldn’t come up with a less douche sounding name?”

Mariah clicked her tongue. “Well I wasn’t actually planning on having my ‘boss’ show up.”

“Why did you ask for our help?” Dean glanced over at her when her asked. She turned away to stare at the window. “Like I said, it was safer for us.”

Dean scoffed. “You are both very resourceful witches. I’m sure you would have figured it out.”

“So do you not want to come?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Ok then. Stop questioning me like you didn’t trust me!”

“I dodn’t trust you.” Their volume had slowly been raising till they were almost shouting. Mariah was now glaring at him and Dean saw a flash of something in her eyes from his last comment.

Mariah stared into those haunting green eyes. Neither one seemed to notice they had arrived so no one moved to get out. She tried to read his mind only to get nothing but psychic static. His stupid suppressant charm. Finally, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Then let’s get through tonight and just never see each other again since it makes you so anxious.”

Dean gritted his teeth. “I never said,” but she was already out of the car. He cursed and followed after her. Sam and Kit had already gone inside. The event was being held at a warehouse. Guess you couldn’t really rent out a hotel or something for a black market auction.

Mariah did have the decency to wait for him at the door. “Mariah,I didn’t.” She put a emerald tipper finger to his lips. “Not now. Max.” She smiled sweetly at him and linked arms.

Once inside, no one would believe that they were anywhere put royal ballroom. Walls had been added and dropped in silver and white silk that shimmered in the light from dozens of chandeliers. Servers in black vests and crips white shirts floated from person to person carrying trays full of drinks and food. At the end of the room, far to close to the entrance to the back of the football field sized steel building, was a stage covered in glass cases filled with priceless artifacts.

“Someone is extremely pompous,” Dean snarked.

“Ms. Spencer, there you are.”

Mariah turned. “Oh Lorenzo, there you are.” Dean followed her gaze to a tall golden skinned man with hair like ink and eyes like ice. Eyes that roved all over Mariah’s body, lingering on her curves far to long for Dean’s peace of mind. Why do I care?

Mariah let go of Dean’s arm and held her hand out to the man. And of course he kissed it. But now he wasn’t letting go. “I am thrilled that you made it.” His voice was smooth and turned Dean’s stomach.

Mariah smiled at him. “Of course. I told you we would be here.” She tried to delicately take her hand away but his grip was firm. She knew the real reason Lorenzo Rossi allowed her invite to his auction. Flirting was one of her best skills and it usually never bothered her to have targets look at her. But this man’s touch had her whole body feel like her skin was crawling to escape his touch.

“We?” Lorenzo asked.

Dean put his arm around her waist and tugged her into his side. “Sweetheart, aren’t you going to introduce me?”

Relieved to have her hand free, Mariah lean more closely into his side. “Of course. Mr. Rossi this is Maxwell.”

Lorenzo’s eyes cut to Dean and then to the hand on Mariah’s waist. “Yes. Your boss, am I correct.”

“Well that’s mostly for work dealings.”

What was he doing? The two of them were never meant to be more than business associates. If she was his girlfriend it would make it harder for her to be a distraction.

Lorenzo blinked. “Ah! My apologies. I was aware the two of you were a couple.”

Dean squeezed her. No enough to be painful but enough to get his message across. Stay quiet. “Can’t let everyone know you mix business and pleasure.” Dean chuckled and Lorenzo joined in, although his laugh seemed strained and annoyed.

Mariah had had enough. It was alright for her to sexually exploit herself but she wouldn’t let this Winchester use her as arm candy. “If you excuse me gentlemen, I’d like to get a drink.”

Dean once again tightened his hold but let it go. “Alright sweetheart. Don’t go to far.”

Mariah spoke through clenched teeth. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Darling.”

Dean watched her walk off. Smirked. He’d seen the fire in her eyes turn the rich brown to hot amber. She didn’t like not being in charge. To bad sweetheart.

“I can see you have exquisite in all things, not just artifacts.”

Dean turned and caught Lorenzo staring after Mariah too. Dean felt a knot form in his gut. He had told his brother that he wasn’t attracted to Mariah and he meant it, but that didn’t mean he would allow some shady asshole to gawk at her. Hell, the poor girl had been assaulted the last time he’d seen her. Twice!

Dean’s voice was dark when he spoke. “Thank you. Although Ms. Spencer will always be my greatest treasure.”

The man’s ice blue eyes flashed then narrowed. “Well she is one of a kind.” He sipped his drink. “Be careful not to lose her.” He walked off before Dean could respond. Arrogant prick.

Dean searched the crowd. His brother was no where to be found. Most likely already trying to get the jar with Kit. He tried to spot the voluptuous brunette but her small height has him straining his eyes through the crowd of people. Finally he caught a glimpse of emerald silk.

She was now on the stage with several other guests gazing at the items behind the glass. He recognized the figure beside her as Kit. That was strange. Her and Sam has wanted to stay out of public eye as much as possible. Standing in the middle of the stage was not helping.

He weaves in and out and finally made it to the stage. The jar didn’t seem to be on display yet, which was the only explanation for Kit’s presents. “Am I interrupting?”

He meant it as a joke. But the flash of panic in both their eyes caught his attention. “What’s wrong?” He asked

“Nothing you need to worry about, hot stuff,” Kit replied. She sauntered off before he could question her. His eyes focused back on his “date”.

“Something you want to share?” he asked dryly.

“It really is nothing,” assured Mariah.

“You know for someone who wants trust, you act very untrustworthy.”

Those brown eyes flashed gold again. “I’ve given you plenty examples of why you should trust me. You just only see the few bad ones.”

The sound of a microphone turning on cut off his response. “Ladies and gentlemen! The auction will now begin.”

Dean took a long look at Mariah. Held out his hand. “Show time sweetheart.”

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[witch-chester]

Put on the Glamor Pt. 2

Mariah directed him to a small house about fourth minutes from the city the deaths had occurred and far from any neighboring eyes. Dean got out and scoped the area. If this was a trap, at least they wouldn’t have to worry about cops getting called from loud crashing.

“Relax, pretty boy.” Mariah said as she walked by. “This isn’t a trap or anything.”

Can she read minds?

“Yeah, But don’t worry I’ve become a master of blocking things out.” She turned and winked at him.

Dean grimaced. “So when we first met?”

“Let’s not get into that.” She unlocked the door and walked in. Dean had purposely drove ahead of Sam and Kit on the off chance it had been a trap. Divide and conquer. Mariah glanced at him and rolled her eyes.

“That will get annoying.”

She laughed. “Yeah. Kit tells me that all the time. Sorry.” She flitted around, turning on lights. The place had a similar feel as the house they had been at before. Warm and comforting. Fewer pictures. And sigils drawn on the walls. Papers and a laptop took over a small square table in what he assumed was meant to be a dinning area.

He walked over to have a look. Newspaper clips of the recent deaths. Photocopies of book pages. And a ton of loose paper with messy cursive writing. He picked some up to try and read it. The paper was snatched out of his hand. “Let’s wait till Kit and your brother show up.”

Dean narrowed his eyes. “Why? You can start filling me in now.”

Mariah shook her head. “Nope. We need to go over some rules first.”

He raised one eye brow. “Rules?”

She looked down and started picking up papers. “Yes. Rules. You two could very well kill us once we tell you what we know. I’m cover our asses.”

“You could kill us too, sweetheart.”

“No I couldn’t.” She looked back at him. “I don’t kill good guys.”

“Yeah, I know. You said that.”

She tilted her head. “So morally I wouldn’t hurt you. You on the other hand don’t see us as good guys. Not yet.”

Before he could respond the door opened. Kit strutted in and went directly to her friend’s side. Sam stayed by the door. “Alright,” Mariah said. “Let’s start.” She sat at on of the chairs and booted up the laptop. Kit did the same, sorting through papers.

Dean sat across from the two women. “You wanted to talk rules.”

Mariah nodded. “First. No iron.”

Dean nodded.

“Second. Trust. If we are gonna work together we can’t worry that you two will try and kill us or leave us behind to take care of things on your own and mess it up.”

Sam chuckled. “Who says we have to work together?”

“If you want our information we work together.”

“We can figure it out on our own.”

“Sam!” Dean snapped. Sam cursed and leaned back against the door. “We won’t double cross you,” Dean promised.

“Ok. Then we should be alright.”

Dean nodded. “So what makes you think it’s a cursed Egyptian object.”

“Not a cursed object,” Kit stated matter of factly. “A vengeful priestess.” Mariah turned her laptop to show him a page on some legend. It was about a priestess of the God Hores. The woman was said to have been extremely beautiful and had caught the eye of the pharaoh’s son. He had tried to force her to become his mistress but she refused. She had fallen in love with her god and had pledged herself only to him. To keep herself out of the hands of the pharaoh’s son, she killed herself and had her heart mummified and her body burned. Her heart was placed in a kinobic jar and buried at the base of a statue of Hores.

“Ok. Still doesn’t explain how this is relevant,” stated Dean.

Kit sighed. “The jar was found buy a private collector on an illegal dig three weeks ago.”

“Since then, not only has there been deaths here. All the members of the dig team and three custom agents have been killed too.” Mariah chimed in. She handed Dean the newspaper clippings. Sam walked over to look at them over him brother’s shoulder. “We think that the priestess didn’t like being disturbed.”

I did sound like it all fit. Since the heart was the only piece still left of the priestess, all they would need to do is burn it and the killings should stop. Sam had the same thought. “So we just find the jar and torch it.”

“Don’t you think we would have done that if we could dumbass?” Kit growled.

Mariah explained. “It’s being kept at a warehouse own by a powerful black market dealer. Tons of security and no way of knowing what container it could been i. It would be to dangerous.”

“Which brings us to the auction you mentioned.” Dean guested.

“Mmhmm. I’ve been posing as an assistant for a black market collector that is interested in the jar among other pieces. At first I was just going to keep up with doing the sale by proxy but it would be more dangerous with only the two of us.”

“If you two helped, Dean can pose as my boss and keep look out and help with distractions while Sam and Kit get the jar and burn the heart.”

“Why is Dean your boss?” Sam asked suspiciously.

Mariah smirked. “You have to much of a goody goody face to be a black market collector.”

Kit snickered. Dean smirked. “Sounds like a good plan. When is the auction?”

“Tomorrow night. We already have what we need. I assume you have black tie attire?”

-x-x-x-x-

The boys didn’t have the proper clothes, but after a very awkward shopping trip, the girls refused to be left behind and Dean insisted on driving,both had suitable tuxedos. When the issue of where the brothers would be staying came up another argument ensued. Finally it was decided that everyone would stay at the house the girls had rented.

Kit had immediately secluded herself in her room once they returned. Mariah tried to be a diligent hostess but Sam’s aggressive attitude had her retreating to the kitchen to make dinner. Once she was out of eye sight, Dean kicked his brother in the leg. “Stop being an ass.”

“What? They are witches. For all we know this could be a trick and they are working with demons to break a seal or something.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “That’s a stretch.”

“Just because you have the hots for Mariah.”

“I do not!”

Sam made a face. “Yeah you do. It’s obvious.”

“Stop. She might hear you.”

“She’s in the other room.”

“Yeah but I don’t know how far her mind reading goes.”

Sam’s jaw dropped. “Mind reading? She has mind reading?”

Dean nodded and sipped the beer Mariah had provided. “Yeah. Thought I had mentioned that.”

Sam rubbed his palms into his eyes. He suddenly felt bad for all the hateful things he’d been thinking. If she had read his mind she had been very good not to react. He had been extremely prejudice. While Kit was also openly hostile at times, it had only been when provoked. Neither one of them had done or said anything to encourage his distrust. Hell, he’d asked his brother to put more faith in Ruby.

“Alright,” he sighed. “I’ll trust them. For now.”

Mariah walked back in. “Foods in the oven. Hope y’all boys like oven fried chicken.”

“Sounds great sweetheart.” Dean assured. He flashed a warm smile and Mariah blushed.

Sam rolled his eyes. Not into her my ass. He saw Mariah’s eyes flashed to him. Her expression questioning. That will be annoying. She smiled and winked. Very annoying.

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Put on the Glamor Pt.1

Things were starting to get ridiculous. Every time they stopped one seal from breaking, the demons successfully broke three. Dean gripped the steering wheel. Now they were heading to check out four “mysterious” deaths. Dean sighed. They were grasping at straws. This might have nothing to do with a seal.

He glanced at Sam. His brother’s new “skills” were becoming a problem too. And that dammed demon Ruby. How could Sam defend her when he had been all to willing to gank two women for simply doing what’s right.

Mariah’s face tried to fill his mind but Dean pushed it away. It had been two months since their run in with the vigilante witches and there was no sign of them. He didn’t know why he had tried to find them. He wasn’t going to kill them and they had made it quite clear that they didn’t want to be found.

A sign for a local dinner caught his eye. His stomach growled. They had been driving for a few hours and were in need of a stop. The town they we’re heading to was still two hours away. His belly would not be put off that long.

Dean pulled in and put Baby in park. He smacked his brother’s shoulder. “Wake up, Sammy.”

Sam jerked awake. “Hmm? Are we there?”

“Not yet. Food stop.”

Sam rubbed his eyes. “Mm. Ok. Cool.”

They got out and headed to the entrance. Dean’s cell rang. Bobby. Dean had asked him to do research on this case to see if there were any demon signs in the area. “I’ll see you inside.”

Sam grunted and walked in. A perky blond called out a greeting and told him to take a seat anywhere. He plopped into a booth and put his head in his hands, still not fully awake.

“Oh fuck no!”

That voice was like a bucket of ice water on his head. Sam snapped his head up. The dark skinned witch Kit stood only a few feet away, glaring at him. Her hair wasn’t the blond he remembered but it was definitely her. She needed more than maroon hair dye to change her appearance. She was wearing red high waisted jeans and a black leather jacket over a lace tank.

Instinctively, he reached for his gun. Hands clapping him on his shoulders made him freeze. “Not so fast Winchester.”

“Mariah,” he breathed.

“Hey there.” He heard her chuckle. “Why don’t you be a dear and put you hands on the table. That’s a good boy.”

Sam clenched his hands into fists. “What are you doing here?”

“That’s nothing you need to worry about. Where’s your pretty boy brother?”

“Ring here, sweetheart.” Sam felt the hands release and glanced behind him, careful to keep Kit in his sight. Dean had an arm wrapped around Mariah’s waist, his palm slipped partly under the hem of her shirt.

“Why Dean,” she purred. “Is that iron you’ve got or are you just not happy to see us?”

“Don’t play games sweetheart. What do you want?”

Kit took a step forward. “Get your hand off her.”

Sam reached for his gun again.

Mariah held up one hand and placed the other hand over Dean’s. “Hey now. Let’s all just calm down. We don’t want a scene.”

“Oh I think we might,” Sam growled.

Mariah’s eyes narrowed. “I pretty sure cops would arrest the two giant brutes before the two pretty little girls.”

Sam gritted his teeth. She had a point. “Ok. Outside then.” Mariah nodded then looked at her friend. “Stand down Kit.”

Dean shifted so that his arm was now around Mariah’s shoulder. Anyone glancing over would believe they were a couple. Sam slid out of the booth.

“Got a limp there giant?” Kit chuckled.

Sam balled his fist. “You little.”

“Stop it. Come on guys.” Mariah pleaded. They all made their way outside. Dean let go of Mariah and she moved to stand by her friend. She had remained unchanged. Her long brown hair was twisted into a braid that laid over her shoulder. The white top she was wearing had a low V that was pulled not to tightly together with leather cord. The black skirt was fitted cotton and slit up to her knee.

“Alright,” Sam snarled. “Now explain why you two are here.”

Kit put her hands on her hips. “What? This can’t just be a coincidence?”

“We should be the ones being paranoid. You did want to kill us last time we met,” Mariah chimed in.

“So, have the two of you committed murder lately,” Sam mocked.

“The fuck did you just say?” Kit growled.

Mariah grabbed her friend. “I told you. We don’t hurt innocents.”

“Oh and we are just supposed to believe that?” asked Sam.

Mariah crosses her arms. “We haven’t killed a human since Port Angeles.”

“Some vampires,” Kit chimed in. “A shapeshifter too. But no humans.”

Sam laughed. “Oh what? You two are hunters now?”

“Always have been, stretch.”

Sam wavered. Dean shook his head. “So you’re tell us that the two of you are not just witches but actual hunters.”

Mariah nodded. “I tried to explain that before.” She glared at Sam. “But someone put a gun in my face.”

Dean ran a hand over his head. “But how? Witches.”

“Witches what?” Kit asked slowly.

Dean didn’t say a word. He looked over at his brother. Sam didn’t want to trust them. His dark face said it all. But Dean has seen the goodness before. He looked at Mariah. “That is not what we are used to.”

She sighed. “No one is. Look we can’t help what we were born as but we have a choice is who we are. We chose to protect.”

Dean just stared. They were serious. He knew they had skills. Hell, Kit had put Sam and himself on their asses. He also knew they had at least four kills under their belts. “So what? Your fellow witches just let you run around and kill monsters?”

“No,” Mariah said sourly. “They kicked us out.”

Kit spoke up. “We were banished from our coven and our families.”

Dean blinked. That was unexpected. What little he knew of witch culture he did know that they tended to rely on a coven for protection. Safety in numbers. So for two witches to be out on there own. “Ok. I believe you.”

“Dean!” his brother yelled.

Dean held up a hand. “If you two say you’re on our side, then I’ll believe it.” His green eyes turned dark. “But That doesn’t mean I’ll trust you.”

Mariah tilled her head. “Fair enough.”

He nodded once then tapped his brother’s shoulder. “Come on, Sammy. Let’s get out of here.” His need for food had dissolved for now.

Mariah followed after them. “You’re here about the murders a few towns over. Right?”

“What do you know about it?” Sam scoffed.

“Well,” Kit drawled. “We know quite a bit.”

“Apparently, humans still don’t understand that it isn’t a good idea to unearth ancient Egyptian artifacts.”

So it wasn’t demons like they had originally thought.

Mariah smirked. “We could fill you in if you would like.” Kit gave her friend a questioning look. “The two of you might be useful in the case.” Mariah went on.

Sam snorted. “No thanks. We can figure it out on our own.”

“Suit yourself,” she chirped. “Good luck getting into a black market auction without an invitation.”

Sam cursed. Dean sighed. “Alright. We will hear what you have to say.”

Mariah beamed. “Perfect. You can follow us.”

“Oh no.” Dean shook his finger. “You two are being separated. Sam can go with Kit. You will ride with me.”

“Like hell!” Kit barked. Mariah touched her arm. “Deal. I’ll be ok, Kitty.”

Kit glared at Dean then rolled her eyes. “Fine. Come on giant.”

Mariah walked over to stand in front of Dean. “Let’s roll, Winchester.”

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Wrong Kind of Right Pt. 4

Dean’s eyes were killing him. For the past three hours he’d done nothing but stare at his brother’s laptop screen, trying to get something from the footage at the club. There was no sign of him at the bar or on the floor. The cameras on the second floor balcony had blacked out after a certain point so he was positive the witch had been in that area. The rest of the footage seemed to have a haze of some kind. Like it had been shot through a bubble. More hoodoo he guessed.

Out of options, he began zooming in on every blond he spotted. It was a long shot but he believed the sicko had a type. All the girls had been near platinum blonds. If the witch was actually targeting these men and not just getting lucking at killing douche bags, she would make herself look like his perfect victim.

Dean was just about to give up, Sam could look at it when he got back from his food run, when something caught his eye. A bright cherry red something. He’d been watching the camera from the front entrance when he spotted a very familiar corvette. A pit formed in his stomach. His mind told him it could just be a coincidence, but all his instincts screamed at him.

Sam walked in then. His phone was pressed to his ear. Dean quickly shut the laptop. He would deal with this, not his brother.

Sam was saying, “Yes, detective. We will be there soon.” Dean furrowed his brow. “That was Detective Nelson. They have another body. Same cause of death. And guess where it is?”

The pit began to twist. “Pinups?”

Sam nodded.

Dean felt sick. A flash of Mariah’s and Kit’s faces filled his mind. Please let me be wrong.

-x-x-x-x-

Sam was handling the interview with the owner. Although Warren McGrath was more concerned about the reputation of his bar than the dead guy by his dumpster. He was currently explaining how his wife had been a pinup model and all the posters were actually her. Dean walked around the scene, delaying looking at the body. A twelve inch hunting knife had been found not even a foot away.

Crouching down, Dean pulled the sheet back. “Son of a bitch.” The asshole that had grabbed Mariah the night before had tracks of blood running down his face a mouth. So much so that the bruise that had started to form was barely visible.

“Mariah, what did you do?” he mumbled to himself. He glanced around then rummaged through the guys pockets. His fingers felt something silky. Dean pulled out and stared at the hex bag. Just like the other one. Scanning the area once more he noticed a surveillance camera.

Standing, he walked back inside and slipped into the office behind the bar. A monitor sat on the cluttered desk, displaying eight different camera angles. He clicked on the one that focused on the back lot. He rewound it till just after the bar closed for the night, trying not to look at the screen. For awhile, nothing. Then he saw the dead guy stumble into view, clearly drunker than when he had left. Shortly after that, Mariah walked out the back door carrying a large bag. She didn’t notice the guy. He had ducked into the shadows. She seemed to collect herself for a moment. Just standing there.

“Come on sweetheart. Go back inside.”

She didn’t. They guy came from his hiding spot, blocking her escape route. Dean watched as he pulled the knife. Mariah dodging his first attack only to get grabbed at the last second. Dean felt sick. The bastard now had her pinned. She’s not fighting back. Maybe he’d been wrong.

The camera went black. After two minutes of nothing the image came back. The man was on the ground. Mariah was gone. “Shit.”

Quickly he corrupted the video and wiped his prints from the keyboard. He went back out and grabbed Sam.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked.

“I know who it is.”

-x-x-x-x-

The brothers had gone back to their motel room, changed, and grabbed what they needed. Dean had shown his brother what he had found on the club video and filled him in on the bar’s.

Dean’s mind was spinning the entire ride to the house. From the video, it was obvious that she had acted in self defense. Could have been the same with the guy from the club too. He grabbed the steering wheel. What should I do?

The car wasn’t in the driveway when they got there. Dean parked Baby down the street. No lights seemed to be on. “They she may have skipped town already,” Sam said.

“Left just make sure.” Dean pulled his gun and crept towards the back. He peeked in the window. No sign of her.

“You could just knock.”

Dean spun around, gun ready. Mariah stood behind him. Her hair was down and she looked far to pale. A black shawl of some kind was wrapped around her. His heart sank. Standing there, she seemed so fragile and innocent.

“I don’t want to hurt you Dean,” she whispered. “Please. Just let me explain.” She wasn’t going to try a question why he was there or lie in anyway. Dean lowered his gun. “You have five minutes.”

She nodded. “Get your brother. Then we can talk.”

Dean called out for Sam to stand down then followed her inside. He noted that almost all personal items were gone. Photos. Knick knacks. Bags were sitting in the living room. “You’re running.”

Mariah moved to stand by the window. “Seems like the only option. But I knew you would follow if I didn’t explain.”

Sam walked in then. Once he spotted Mariah he raised his gun. “Sam, don’t.” Sam looked at his brother in confusion. “We are going to hear her out.”

“Hear her out? She’s a witch.”

“And you are hunters. But I didn’t kill you once I learned that. Even though I easily found could have.”

“Not helping your case.”

“Put it down Sam,” Dean growled. Sam hesitated, cursed, then lowered his gun. “Ok. Five minutes.”

Mariah nodded. “I am a witch. But not what you think. I normal don’t kill humans. Only when it’s called for.”

“Those four men were called for?” Sam spat.

Mariah glared at him. “Will you honestly stand there and say a murdered doesn’t deserve to die?”

“So you take justice into your own hands.”

“Yes. Just like you.”

Sam growled. “Don’t compare us to you.”

“Why not? We both kill monsters.”

“You killed humans.”

Mariah chuckled darkly. “Monsters aren’t only vampires and werewolves. Five women were violated and murdered. That judge. He would prey on woman who came from abusive relationships and force them to have sex with him to keep their abusive partners behind bars. And that couch?” She shuttered and took a breath. “His victims will have years of trauma to work through. Being as they are only nine or ten years old. I’ll let you take a guess as to what he did.”

Dean’s stomach turned at the thought. “Then why not just let the police handle it?”

Mariah turned to him. She could see the conflict in his green eyes. He really didn’t want to hurt her. But she feared his hunter nature wouldn’t allow her to live. She took a breath. “They hadn’t. Disregard the filth that killed Julie. Judge Hodge has been on the bench for years. Same thing for Couch Todd.”

“It still doesn’t give you the right,” Sam said stiffly.

Her eyes narrowed. “So those men have more right to live than me simply because they are human?” Sam flinched. Mariah pulled her shawl tighter and looked out the window. Kit had gone to their storage unit to grab the last of her stuff. From all they had said, they seemed to think she was the only witch. Please stay way. Just till it’s over.

“I don’t think anything I say will change you minds.”

“No,” Sam said darkly. “It won’t.” He raise his gun.

“Sammy stop.” Dean moved to put himself between the two. He saw her then. Kit stood behind Sam. Before he could react, she kicked Sam behind his knee causing him to sink to the ground. His gun misfire. Mariah raised a hand and the bullet veered into the wall. Dean reacted. He charged at Kit but she was to fast. She side stepped then grabbed his arm, flipping him over her shoulder. She placed a hand on his head and mumble words he couldn’t understand. They world went dark.

When he next opened his eyes, Dean was tied to a chair. Sam was next to him also tied up. “Sammy? Sammy!”

“He’s not dead dumbass.”

Dean turned and saw Kit. “So you’re a witch too.”

She gave a mocking slow clap. “Good job.”

Mariah walked into the room. “That’s enough.” Her shawl was now replaced by a black denim jacket. It allowed him to see the bandage on her next. The knife her attacker had had must have cut her. Dean’s eye shifted between the two woman. They had solely acted in self defense or in the defense of others.

“You sure we can’t kill them?” Kit whined.

“No.” Mariah turned look at him. “We don’t kill good guys.”

Kit sighed and grabbed a bag. “Then let’s split. Before the giant wakes up.” She spun on her heels and walked out the front door.

“So you’re just gonna leave us tied up, sweetheart?”

Mariah smiled at him. “We both know it will take no effort for the two of you to get out of that. It’ll just give us time to get away.” She moved to stand in front of him. “I don’t want to hurt you Dean. We are leaving. You won’t hear from us again. But if you chase us, we will defend ourselves.” Then she grabbed the only bag left and turned to leave.

“I believe you,” Dean called out. “I believe that you just wanted to do good.”

She paused for a second, then walked out without looking back.

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Wrong Kind of Right Pt. 3

Trigger warning**** This part has mentions of sexual harassment and assault

The day didn’t get any easier as they interviewed the locals. Not one seemed like their witch. And those that seemed like they could had no connection to the other deaths. Why can things never be easy?

Sam had gone back to the police station to poor over files. Dean had stopped by the club the last guy had been found at, but no one seemed to remember the guy. It was all possible that given his “activities” that he had purposely stayed inconspicuous, but to not even be caught on a single camera. Dean wasn’t buying it. He’d download the footage onto a flash drive to look at it more closely.

He was driving back to the motel to do just that when a neon sign caught his eye. Pinups. The bar the two roommates had worked at. He was turning into the parking lot before his mind formed the thought. The red corvette was parked on the side so he knew at least one of them was still here. The inside reminded Dean of a USO from a world word II movie. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching.

“Hey there Agent Bowie.”

He turned and saw Kit with pitchers of beer in her hands. She now had a bandanna tied on her head, this one red with black hearts. “Evening. Kit right?”

She nodded. “That’s right. Kit Monette. You can have seat anywhere. Mariah’s section is over there.” She gestured to the area by some pool tables. She was hard to spot given her height but he saw her at a table placing glasses off a tray. “I’m at the bar. So I better get back.” Kit set the pitchers on a side counter and went back to the long bar lined with customers.

Dean found an empty booth and sat. He texted Sam to let him know where he was. Mariah’s step stumbled when she spotted him. He gave her his best charming smile. She was nibbling on her bottom lip when she walked over. “Agent Bowie.”

“Hey Mariah.”

She looked down at her notepad then back at him. “I wanted to apologize for blowing up earlier. Losing Julie has been hard. I know you are just doing your job.”

Dean held up a hand. “I’ve lost plenty of people. I completely understand.”

She smiled. “Well, are you still on duty or can I get you something?”

“Whisky. Double. Straight.” She nodded, not bothering to write it. “Sure thing. Take a look at the menu. Burgers are great.” She turned and walked away. Dean’s eye followed her as she went. A smack on the back of his head snapped him out of it.

Sam sat down across from him. “Really?”

Dean just smiled and grabbed a menu. Mariah was right back with his drink. She made the same apology to Sam and took his drink order and both of their food orders before disappearing into the crowd once again.

“So what did you find out?” Dean asked, sipping his drink.

“Well,” Sam started. “Turns our the judge wasn’t so clean. After his death people came out of the wood work with claims of brides. Threats. Sexual harassment and assault.”

Dean blinked. “Wow. So we have a crooked judge. A rapist/murder. And a soccer coach.”

Sam nodded. “What you bet that the coach was involved in something too.”

“Is there any connections at all between them? Like some dirt bag club?”

“Not that I could find.” Sam shuffled through his papers. “So what? We have a witch that targets criminals?”

“Looks like it.” Dean shrugged.

Mariah came back balancing a tray. “Alright boys. Here you go.”

“Thanks sweetheart,” Dean purred.

Sam saw her cheeks redden a moment and he rolled his eyes. There was a chance his brother would not be returning to the motel tonight.

“Hey hot stuff. Why don’t you sashay over here?”

Mariah turned toward the cluster of men crowded around a pool table. She sighed and seemed to brace herself. “Excuse me gentlemen.”

“You ok?” Dean asked. Genuinely concerned.

She shrugged. “I’m used to it.” She walked away. Dean half listened to what his brother was saying, focused mostly on the girl. The men tried to crowd her but she kept a safe distance mostly. Dodging touches and grabs. He tightened his grin on his glass. Pigs.

As she was turning to head back to the bar one managed to snag her, pulling her into his lap. “Hey! Let me go asshole!” She screamed.

“Mariah!” Her friend was heading from the bar, carrying a metal bat. Dean got there first. He pulled Mariah from the guys grasp, pushing her behind him. Then grabbed his collar and slammed a fist into his jaw. His buddies moved to join but Sam stepped in, holding up his FBI badge. “Federal agents. Unless all of you want to take a ride, stand down.”

The man dealt with, blood pouring from his mouth, Dean turned and put gentle hands on Mariah’s shoulders. “You alright sweetheart?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Yeah I’m ok.” Dean didn’t believe it. Her eyes were wide and glazed. “Come on.” He pulled her away from the crowd and let the bouncers drag the guy and his friends out. Before they were out of the bar, kit dumped a pitcher of beer over the asshole’s head.

Dean touched Mariah’s cheek. “Want me to take you home?”

“I’ll be ok.”

Kit reached them then. “Mimi, are you alright?”

“I’m ok Kit. It’s not like it’s the first time.”

Dean ground his teeth. “I’ll take her home.”

“No. Please.” She put a hand on his chest. “I’m honestly ok. I’ll take a small break and breathe then be perfect.” Kit sighed and hugged her friend. “If you say so Mimi.”

“I do, Kitty.” She kissed her cheek and let her go. Kit gave Dean a once over then headed back to the bar.

“Well,” Mariah said with shaky breath. “Looks like I’m buying your dinner.”

Dean kept an eye on Mariah the whole night, checking to see if she was going into shock. The brunette seemed to hold herself together. Talking and laughing with all her customers. She didn’t have to pay for their ticket since the owner, a WWII vet of course, had come over and thanked him for taking care of his girls buy making everything on the house.

Dean had also backed off his flirting,not wanting to trouble a girl that had just been severely harassed. How things looked now, Sam and him would most likely been in the city for a few days. Plenty of time to make another move.

“Ready to go?” Sam asked.

“In a minute.” Dean got up and walked over to the bar where Mariah and Kit were rolling silverware. “Hey ladies.”

Kit nodded at him and Mariah gave him a bright smile. “Heading out.”

He nodded. He took a care from his pocket and handed it to her. “If you have anymore trouble, call me.”

“I’m tougher than I look Agent Bowie.”

“Dean.”

“What?”

“My name. Called me Dean.”

She shared a look with her roommate and smile at him. “Sure thing. Dean.”

-x-x-x-x-

“Dean? As in Dean Winchester?” The bar had closed an hour before and KIt and Mariah were the only once left beside Warren, the owner, who lived in the apartment on the second floor.

“Have you been freaking out all night over that?” Mariah asked. She was flipping the last of the chair.

Kit grabbed her arm. “Take this seriously. The Winchesters are not hunters we can mess with. And you’ve been flirting with one!”

“Oh please.” Mariah pulled her arm free. “I was giving him an innocent act so we wouldn’t look suspicious.”

“Yeah right,” Kit spat. “He’s exactly your type. Good looking. Charming. And 100% bad for you.”

“Thanks for the call out.”

Kit slammed a hand on the table. “Mariah!”

“What do you want me to do? We can’t kill them. Every hunter, demon, and goddess only knows what else will be after us.”

“We run. We pack up our shit. Get in Roxy and get the hell out of here.”

Mariah shook her head. “They’ll chase us. They will put two and two together and come after us.”

Kit gritted her teeth. Sighing, Mariah wrapped her arms around her best friend. “I promised to keep us safe and I will.”

“You don’t have too put everything thing on you ya know.”

Mariah gave her one last squeeze and let go. “I’ll take out the trash. Hit the lights and we can go home.”

The air was chilled as she walked to the back dumpster. Tossing in the bag , Mariah pauses and tried to clear her mind. They had fought so hard to get away and have their freedom. She would not let the Winchesters take it.

“Hey there, hot stuff.”

Mariah’s blood ran cold. Slowly, she turned and looked the brute who grabbed her over. Dean had done a number on him with that one punch. The man’s lip was split and the whole right cheek was purple and swollen. “Trust me man, you really don’t want to do this.”

He took a step towards her. “Your little body guard ain’t here.” He pulled a knife from his belt. “Be a good girl and don’t scream.”

Bile rose in her throat. She didn’t have a hex bag on her. Honestly, she didn’t want to kill him. It was to close to home in a way. Please don’t make me do this.

He lunged at her and she barely missed getting grabbed. She tried to get passed those ten feet to the back door put he snagged the back of her top. He pulled her to him, the blade at her throat. The burn of the metal made her heart stop. Iron!

“I said to be a good girl.” He turned and pushed her against the dumpster. The feeling of his hands moving over her body made her feel sick. What was she going to do? As long as iron touched her skin, no magic. She couldn’t even call to Kit with her mind.

With out warning, the man began to choke. Liquid splattered over her face as he gagged and fell to the ground. Legs no longer strong enough to hold her, Mariah crumbled.

Kit was a her side in a second. “Mariah get up. Come on get up we have to go.” Kit pulled her to her feet and practically carried her to their car.

The choice was made in that moment. They would have to run.

[witch-chester]

Wrong Kind of Right Pt. 3

Trigger warning**** This part has mentions of sexual harassment and assault

The day didn’t get any easier as they interviewed the locals. Not one seemed like their witch. And those that seemed like they could had no connection to the other deaths. Why can things never be easy?

Sam had gone back to the police station to poor over files. Dean had stopped by the club the last guy had been found at, but no one seemed to remember the guy. It was all possible that given his “activities” that he had purposely stayed inconspicuous, but to not even be caught on a single camera. Dean wasn’t buying it. He’d download the footage onto a flash drive to look at it more closely.

He was driving back to the motel to do just that when a neon sign caught his eye. Pinups. The bar the two roommates had worked at. He was turning into the parking lot before his mind formed the thought. The red corvette was parked on the side so he knew at least one of them was still here. The inside reminded Dean of a USO from a world word II movie. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching.

“Hey there Agent Bowie.”

He turned and saw Kit with pitchers of beer in her hands. She now had a bandanna tied on her head, this one red with black hearts. “Evening. Kit right?”

She nodded. “That’s right. Kit Monette. You can have a seat anywhere. Mariah’s section is over there.” She gestured to the area by some pool tables. She was hard to spot given her height but he saw her at a table placing glasses off a tray. “I’m at the bar. So I better get back.” Kit set the pitchers on a side counter and went back to the long bar lined with customers.

Dean found an empty booth and sat. He texted Sam to let him know where he was. Mariah’s step stumbled when she spotted him. He gave her his best charming smile. She was nibbling on her bottom lip when she walked over. “Agent Bowie.”

“Hey Mariah.”

She looked down at her notepad then back at him. “I wanted to apologize for blowing up earlier. Losing Julie has been hard. I know you are just doing your job.”

Dean held up a hand. “I’ve lost plenty of people. I completely understand.”

She smiled. “Well, are you still on duty or can I get you something?”

“Whisky. Double. Straight.” She nodded, not bothering to write it. “Sure thing. Take a look at the menu. Burgers are great.” She turned and walked away. Dean’s eye followed her as she went. A smack on the back of his head snapped him out of it.

Sam sat down across from him. “Really?”

Dean just smiled and grabbed a menu. Mariah was right back with his drink. She made the same apology to Sam and took his drink order and both of their food orders before disappearing into the crowd once again.

“So what did you find out?” Dean asked, sipping his drink.

“Well,” Sam started. “Turns our the judge wasn’t so clean. After his death people came out of the wood work with claims of brides. Threats. Sexual harassment and assault.”

Dean blinked. “Wow. So we have a crooked judge. A rapist/murder. And a soccer coach.”

Sam nodded. “What you bet that the coach was involved in something too.”

“Is there any connections at all between them? Like some dirt bag club?”

“Not that I could find.” Sam shuffled through his papers. “So what? We have a witch that targets criminals?”

“Looks like it.” Dean shrugged.

Mariah came back balancing a tray. “Alright boys. Here you go.”

“Thanks sweetheart,” Dean purred.

Sam saw her cheeks redden a moment and he rolled his eyes. There was a chance his brother would not be returning to the motel tonight.

“Hey hot stuff. Why don’t you sashay over here?”

Mariah turned toward the cluster of men crowded around a pool table. She sighed and seemed to brace herself. “Excuse me gentlemen.”

“You ok?” Dean asked. Genuinely concerned.

She shrugged. “I’m used to it.” She walked away. Dean half listened to what his brother was saying, focused mostly on the girl. The men tried to crowd her but she kept a safe distance mostly. Dodging touches and grabs. He tightened his grin on his glass. Pigs.

As she was turning to head back to the bar one managed to snag her, pulling her into his lap. “Hey! Let me go asshole!” She screamed.

“Mariah!” Her friend was heading from the bar, carrying a metal bat. Dean got there first. He pulled Mariah from the guys grasp, pushing her behind him. Then grabbed his collar and slammed a fist into his jaw. His buddies moved to join but Sam stepped in, holding up his FBI badge. “Federal agents. Unless all of you want to take a ride, stand down.”

The man dealt with, blood pouring from his mouth, Dean turned and put gentle hands on Mariah’s shoulders. “You alright sweetheart?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Yeah I’m ok.” Dean didn’t believe it. Her eyes were wide and glazed. “Come on.” He pulled her away from the crowd and let the bouncers drag the guy and his friends out. Before they were out of the bar, Kit dumped a pitcher of beer over the asshole’s head.

Dean touched Mariah’s cheek. “Want me to take you home?”

“I’ll be ok.”

Kit reached them then. “Mimi, are you alright?”

“I’m ok Kit. It’s not like it’s the first time.”

Dean ground his teeth. “I’ll take her home.”

“No. Please.” She put a hand on his chest. “I’m honestly ok. I’ll take a small break and breathe then be perfect.” Kit sighed and hugged her friend. “If you say so Mimi.”

“I do, Kitty.” She kissed her cheek and let her go. Kit gave Dean a once over then headed back to the bar.

“Well,” Mariah said with shaky breath. “Looks like I’m buying your dinner.”

Dean kept an eye on Mariah the whole night, checking to see if she was going into shock. The brunette seemed to hold herself together. Talking and laughing with all her customers. She didn’t have to pay for their ticket since the owner, a WWII vet of course, had come over and thanked him for taking care of his girls buy making everything on the house.

Dean had also backed off his flirting,not wanting to trouble a girl that had just been severely harassed. How things looked now, Sam and him would most likely been in the city for a few days. Plenty of time to make another move.

“Ready to go?” Sam asked.

“In a minute.” Dean got up and walked over to the bar where Mariah and Kit were rolling silverware. “Hey ladies.”

Kit nodded at him and Mariah gave him a bright smile. “Heading out?”

He nodded. He took a card from his pocket and handed it to her. “If you have anymore trouble, call me.”

“I’m tougher than I look Agent Bowie.”

“Dean.”

“What?”

“My name. Called me Dean.”

She shared a look with her roommate and smile at him. “Sure thing. Dean.”

-x-x-x-x-

“Dean? As in Dean Winchester?” The bar had closed an hour before and Kit and Mariah were the only once left beside Warren, the owner, who lived in the apartment on the second floor.

“Have you been freaking out all night over that?” Mariah asked. She was flipping the last of the chair.

Kit grabbed her arm. “Take this seriously. The Winchesters are not hunters we can mess with. And you’ve been flirting with one!”

“Oh please.” Mariah pulled her arm free. “I was giving him an innocent act so we wouldn’t look suspicious.”

“Yeah right,” Kit spat. “He’s exactly your type. Good looking. Charming. And 100% bad for you.”

“Thanks for the call out.”

Kit slammed a hand on the table. “Mariah!”

“What do you want me to do? We can’t kill them. Every hunter, demon, and goddess only knows what else will be after us.”

“We run. We pack up our shit. Get in Roxy and get the hell out of here.”

Mariah shook her head. “They’ll chase us. They will put two and two together and come after us.”

Kit gritted her teeth. Sighing, Mariah wrapped her arms around her best friend. “I promised to keep us safe and I will.”

“You don’t have too put everything on you ya know.”

Mariah gave her one last squeeze and let go. “I’ll take out the trash. Hit the lights and we can go home.”

The air was chilled as she walked to the back dumpster. Tossing in the bag , Mariah pauses and tried to clear her mind. They had fought so hard to get away and have their freedom. She would not let the Winchesters take it.

“Hey there, hot stuff.”

Mariah’s blood ran cold. Slowly, she turned and looked the brute who grabbed her over. Dean had done a number on him with that one punch. The man’s lip was split and the whole right cheek was purple and swollen. “Trust me man, you really don’t want to do this.”

He took a step towards her. “Your little body guard ain’t here.” He pulled a knife from his belt. “Be a good girl and don’t scream.”

Bile rose in her throat. She didn’t have a hex bag on her. Honestly, she didn’t want to kill him. It was to close to home in a way. Please don’t make me do this.

He lunged at her and she barely missed getting grabbed. She tried to get passed those ten feet to the back door put he snagged the back of her top. He pulled her to him, the blade at her throat. The burn of the metal made her heart stop. Iron!

“I said to be a good girl.” He turned and pushed her against the dumpster. The feeling of his hands moving over her body made her feel sick. What was she going to do? As long as iron touched her skin, no magic. She couldn’t even call to Kit with her mind.

With out warning, the man began to choke. Liquid splattered over her face as he gagged and fell to the ground. Legs no longer strong enough to hold her, Mariah crumbled.

Kit was a her side in a second. “Mariah get up. Come on get up we have to go.” Kit pulled her to her feet and practically carried her to their car.

The choice was made in that moment. They would have to run.