Harley Winchester - Season 1- Supernatural Rewrite

Shadow (2)

We reached our motel door as I hopped down. I immediately unlocked it and went over to Sam's computer.

"Search up on the symbol."

Dean quietly did as I told as I went to find a Meg Masters in Massachusetts.

After a few searches later I spoke up.

"Dean she checks out." He picked up the phone and called Sam. At this point I blocked him out. Why did I feel like that walking towards Meg. As if my powers were warning me of something, but what? What in the actual fuck was I?!

I started listening to Dean again as he spoke about the symbol.

"Yeah I did, turns out it's Zoroastrian, very very old school, like 2000 years before Christ, it's a sigil for a Daeva."

He went silent and spoke again.

"It translates to 'demon of darkness,' Zoroastrian demons, they're savage, animalistic, nasty attitudes kind of like demonic pit bulls."

"Give us some credit man, you don't have a corner on paper chasing around here."

"Dean you don't read." I whispered.

"Shut up." He grunted as I chuckled.

"Okay fine, I called Dad's friend Caleb, he told me all right, anyway, here's the thing, these daevas, they have to be summoned,  conjured."

"Yeah that's what I'm saying, and from what I've gathered, it's pretty risky business too, these suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them, and the uh, arms and the torsos."

"Dean it's her, I know it, I feel it." I declared getting up from the table and walking over to him where I could now hear Sammy's side of the conversation.

"Babe think it's your crush."

"What do they look like?" I heard Sam ask ignoring Dean's comment.

"That's the thing, nobody's seen them for a couple of millennia, I mean summoning a demon that ancient, someone really knows their stuff, I think we've got a major player in town."

I sighed and walked back to the table. I leaned back in the chair and stared at the computer.

"Why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?"

"No bite her, don't leave teeth marks though, cause then she-Sam."

"Hehheheheh, he hung up on you." I teased.

"Shut it."

I heard the motel room door open and close, indicating Sam was here. Dean and I immediately ran up to him.

"Dude we've got to talk to you."

"Dude I've got to talk to you."

I released at the end that our sentences over lapped. That was when Sam told us everything.

"So hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva." Dean remarked.

"It looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing." Sam explained to us.

Dean was pacing as I sat on the bed biting my lip.

"So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl, and what's the deal with that bowl again?"

"She was talking into it, the way witches used to scry into crystal balls, she was communicating with someone."

"Well who, the Daeva?" I asked getting up from the bed.