Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 13, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5
"Sam, the alter" Dean shouted the instant his brother had broken free of his bonds and head-butted Meg to the floor. Sam put a hand to his forehead where his skull had connected with hers, winced slightly, then scrambled to his feet and flipped the altar with one fluent gesture. Everything went tumbling to the floor with a loud crash. Less then ten seconds later, the daevas were descending upon Meg. They ripped and tore at her, finally flinging her from the building through a glass window. "Little help here" Dean remarked as Sam just sort of stared at the broken shards of glass still clinging to the window frame. It took very little time to sever the frayed ropes still holding Dean to the beam. Sam held out one hand and helped his brother to his feet. They both moved to the open window and looked down. Lying in a fanned out position with her neck twisted to one side in a very clearly broken stature, was Meg.
"I guess the daevas didn't like being bound" Sam commented wryly. Dean nodded in 100% agreement, still staring at the grotesque and yet somehow peaceful looking scene below them. "I guess not." He glanced sideways at Sam, adding as an afterthought, "hey Sam...do me a favor. Next time you want to get laid...find a girl whose not so buckets of crazy, ok?"
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"Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean glanced at the duffel bag that was slung over Sam's shoulder as they moved through the motel, heading for their room at the end of the hall. Sam glanced over his shoulder, almost as if he was afraid someone was following them. "Better safe than sorry" was his cautious answer. Dean shrugged it off and stepped into their room, ready to rinse the blood from his face and actually get some well-deserved shut-eye. But that plan went out the window as soon as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Because there was someone in their room.
"I guess the daevas didn't like being bound" Sam commented wryly. Dean nodded in 100% agreement, still staring at the grotesque and yet somehow peaceful looking scene below them. "I guess not." He glanced sideways at Sam, adding as an afterthought, "hey Sam...do me a favor. Next time you want to get laid...find a girl whose not so buckets of crazy, ok?"
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"Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean glanced at the duffel bag that was slung over Sam's shoulder as they moved through the motel, heading for their room at the end of the hall. Sam glanced over his shoulder, almost as if he was afraid someone was following them. "Better safe than sorry" was his cautious answer. Dean shrugged it off and stepped into their room, ready to rinse the blood from his face and actually get some well-deserved shut-eye. But that plan went out the window as soon as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Because there was someone in their room.