I Want My Tablet // Dean&Sam&Kesh //

Kesh was sprawled out on Sam's motel bed, flicking through a couple of books she'd acquired when they were hunting. She'd tagged along and took some things that she thought may have been useful.

She was on her own though. Sam had probably decided him and Dean needed some time together without Kesh since she and Dean hardly had the best track record for getting along at the best of times. They fought and bickered like an old married couple but the major difference was, since she started dating Sam, he'd taught her how to defend herself and Kesh and Dean's arguments did get a little violent from time to time.

She yawned and closed the book.

"Hurry up, you two... I'm bored.." she whinged before feeling around for the remote and flicking on the TV.

Kesh had finally found something on the TV that was remotely entertaining although TV had a habit of putting her to sleep. She was happily dozing, curled up with her head resting on her hands, a little like the position a cat would lay in. It didn't really occur to her that she'd forgotten to demon proof the room when Sam and Dean had left even though they told her in no uncertain terms if she forgot and the demons didn't kill her, they would. Well, Dean said that. Sam just rolled his eyes and followed his brother out of the room.

Kesh jumped a mile high when she heard the smash of the TV and she flung herself back into the headboard, staring from one demon to the other, all seemingly proud of the fact that their eyes were black. Well all of them except one. A short-ish, balding man in a sharp suit and he had an English accent. Kesh tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him at the not so question of a chat.

"Why would I want to talk to you? You came into my room and trashed my TV. Do you lot have no manners? Ever heard of knocking?" she said, sliding her hand under the pillow and yanking out a loaded shotgun, full of rock salt rounds. "I mean seriously? Whatever you're here about I assume it's something to do with Sam and Dean and they tell me bugger all, so I can't help you."

Kesh listened to him, not particularly impressed by him or his cronies and she couldn't help but giggle a little bit at the little English guy talking about an olive branch. "You're a demon, since when did you give a damn about peace?" she remarked, her finger tightening on the trigger. "And don't call him Moose, he doesn't have antlers."

His remark on then teaching her well caused her to roll her eyes a little.

"Actually, sure they gave me a gun. But I found out everything I know by myself thank you very much. Dean just likes to take the credit because he's an idiot," Kesh retorted. Her and Dean's relationship had been somewhat strained since Kesh began dating Sam. Dean was convinced she was going to get them all killed but for some reason, Sam had a little bit of faith in her. "Can you put all your business shit in a box and get to the point please?" she demanded and she pulled the trigger, shooting the TV breaker in the face and pointing at the other two. "And send your goons away. One little human girl against four demons.. How is that necessary?"

She rolled her eyes and hopped off the bed, going to the kitchen area to get coffee.

"Now, what do you want?"

Kesh poured herself some coffee, her back to the demon but she could see his reflection in the window. He'd blocked her exit and she let out a small sigh, getting really bored of all this demon crap that seemed to be getting thrown at her of late. Salt the doors, salt the windows, keep the gun loaded, don't leave the room. She was like a prisoner all over again except this time by her boyfriend and his older brother. She knew they were doing it for her own good, but she did get bored.

She turned and leaned against the counter, not making eye contact with the demon at all and she sipped at her coffee.

"So, since you're going to hold me here against my will, are you at least going to give me a name? Since I assume you already know who I am otherwise you wouldn't be here," she said. "And what's the point in calling them, they'll be back soon enough. They went out to get food."

Sh watched as he lazily dusted some lint off his suit and she looked down at her own clothes. She wasn't proud and the fact she was in a pair of denim shorts, one of Sam's button up shirts and a pair of beaten up Converse didn't bother her all that much.

She narrowed her eyes at him and shook her head. "Oh, you think because you're some big bad demon you can tell me what to do?" she shot back at him, pushing herself away from the counter. "You invade my space, you ought to follow my rules buddy. I say we wait. If you waited long enough, another half an hour won't kill you."

She knew her attitude towards this guy would probably end up in her being seriously hurt in some way but she didn't really care and the finger comment only irritated her more. "You have a terrible sense of humour," she commented, drawing level with him. "Here, have some coffee."

With that she threw the mug of coffee in her hand over him (which she made with holy water, since she thought it tasted somewhat... purer and it came in handy for these situations) and barged past him, running for the door.

She was almost at the door, satisfied with the pained hiss coming from the demon, but he appeared in front of her looking really rather pissed at what she'd done. His voice was low and threatening and before she had time to respond he disappeared again. She blinked and they were in what looked like a disused factory of some description but she didn't get time to look properly because a fist impacted with the side of her face and everything went black.

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When she came to, she looked blearily around the room. It was dark and her head was a little hazy. She tried moving her hand to push her hair out of her face but she couldn't. She took this opportunity to panic and wriggle and struggle against her bindings.

The demon she'd socked in the face with rock salt earlier looked down upon her with a rather menacing grin and waved a pen knife at her. Her pen knife.

"Gimme that back, you motherfucker!" she yelled, despite the fact her jaw was still throbbing from the punch she'd taken. "Lemme go! I'll fucking kill all of you! LET ME GO!"

She looked at the guy that took her from the motel and she let out a low, soft, dangerous growl. "Let me go, you limey son of a bitch!"

"Are you kidding me?" Dean lowered a six pack of beer into the grocery cart right next to a freshly wrapped piece of haddock. "Fish?? Sam, you do know that leviathans are gone. Their plans are dead and sugared foods are ok again. We are allowed to get food that tastes better than ass, you know." "I'd just like us to live long enough to enjoy the leviathan-free world" Sam countered, eyeing the three bags of chips and boxed pie that Dean was now piling into the cart.

"Who are you kidding, Sam? Our life expectancy rate is much shorter than an average human...MUCH shorter. I mean, come on...how many times have we died already?? We might as well enjoy what we have left."

This was not the first time, nor would it be the last, that they had had this argument in their lives, let alone in the several months since Dean had been back from purgatory. It had gotten routine and neither brother actually seemed upset by the other's point-of-view. "So"- Dean started to say something else but the sound of his phone ringing cut him off. "If that's your girlfriend again, calling to complain she's bored, I swear I'm going to"-

"What?" Sam had been about to make an edgy comment about Dean's continued behavior towards Kesh (not that he could 100% blame him as her behavior towards Dean was about equal), when he noticed the expression on his older brother's face.

Dean shook his head mutely, pressed talk, followed by speaker phone and waited. The familiar British accent didn't wait for an invitation. "Hello boys. Long time, no see. Fancy paying us a little visit?" "Why would we want to" Dean started in a hostile tone, but Sam had picked up on the key word of that question. "Who's us?"

"Ahh, very good Moose. Well, let me make it simple. Your girl has less than 24 hours to live and you are currently 16 hours away. Drive fast."