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"Are you sure that's her?" I asked as I peered out Baby's window at the young woman waltzing around her house.
"Hell yes." Dean shuddered, "I hit on her and she turned my whiskey to blood."
Demon blood?
No! Stop! Focus!
"Dean you're almost forty you can't hit on college age girls anymore." Sam reprimanded in exasperation.
I snickered a bit, "If they're young enough to be friends with Harper they're too young." I added giving Dean the mom look I had perfected recently.
"Then you're too young too!" Dean complained. "Plus she's like four hundred years old apparently."
"You know what I mean!" I snapped with a small giggle as I turned back to the window.
What used to be the figure of a cleaning college girl floating about her house was now a murderous silhouette staring out of the large front window at the car.
"Guys... We've been spotted." I announced
"Of course." Dean huffed as he heaved himself out of the car waiting for Sam and I to follow suit.
As we strolled up to her front door I could hear her swearing to herself in Latin and a few other languages. As I raised my hand to knock the door swung open and the woman stood holding three hex bags in a warning stance.
"What do you hunters want? And why are there so many of you?" She demanded.
"We aren't here to hurt you." Sam clarified almost before she stopped talking.
"Believe me if we were you would be dead already." Dean added taking a peek at the inside of her house and garden area as if he were taking mental notes of decor.
I gave him a quick elbow before piping up, "We were told you have some things we need."
She narrowed her eyes,and reached behind the door, quickly pulling out a pinch of blue powder muttering some incantation and blowing the powder at us. As the powder floated our direction it turned to little droplets of water and fell to the ground before it reached us.
"Honest..." She muttered in observation of something obviously very strange to her, "Okay. Come in." She said as she stepped back and opened her door wide.

It took a while to convince her the cause was worth it but eventually she agreed to let us take her baby skull and, to my stomachs displeasure, the pickled tongue of the witch who taught her the craft.
As we were leaving and saying our thanks she stopped us before we got to the car, "Tell anyone where I am and you're dead. But good luck beating the freaky blonde chick."
I stopped and turned to her, "what blonde chick?" I asked.
"The one who talks like a professor and is a total bitch? She came around asking for the same thing earlier but I told her to shove it. I'm guessing you are competing." She clarified.
"Wait, Jael was here?" Sam asked.
"I think that was her name....? Now get away from my house before someone starts asking questions." She snapped.
We thanked her again and hopped in Baby nearly in a daze.
"What is Jael doing going after ingredients?" Sam asked giving Dean and I the 'we done fucked up' look.
"Maybe she was going to give it to us?" I offered trying to be positive.
"Wouldn't that be a nice change." Dean sighed sarcastically as he pulled into the street headed towards the hotel.
"What if she has been going after ingredients the whole time and she only backs off when we see her it's because she slipped up?" I asked.
Sam heaved a sigh and rubbed his face in exasperation, "That seems like a much more likely option."
I ran my fingers through my hair and resisted the urge to pull it out as I groaned and leaned my head back on the seat closing my eyes.
I really didn't need this. Everything was going fine there for a while. Hey Dad? You're "a great big bag of dicks" and I hope you realize how much you fucked with my head.
I was jarred out of my thoughts by the Impala lurching to a stop in front of our room.
"Sorry about the whiplash..." Dean grumbled as he jerked the keys out of the ignition.
"No you're not." I snapped, following the boys into the room.
"You're right! I'm not!" Dean smiled as he backed into the door.
Sam saw her first. His entire body went tense before he reached for the angel blade on my hip.
I let him grab it before shoving through the door past Dean.
My first reaction was to freeze and make sure I didn't cut loose.
You don't get to touch her and live to tell about it. That girl is mine.
Jael was standing on the coffee table with Harper in a choke hold, her feet dangling above the ground as her lungs desperately tried to hyperventilate.
"Took you long enough! What? Did you go the speed limit?" Jael cackled still holding Harper above the ground.
Dean took a step forward and snarled, "You better let her go right now or I'm gunna-"
"Do nothing." Jael sighed, "I have your precious."
How about I throw you into Mt Doom?
I couldn't move. I was trying so hard to keep myself from going all out nuclear and smiting everything in sight that any muscular movement was simply too much.
"Take the skull and tongue, just let her go. Now." Sam demanded dropping the bag we had placed the things in at Jael's feet.
"Oh but what fun would that be?" She jeered, loosening her hold on Harper's neck enough for her to wheeze a little more.
I should just smite this little bitch. But killing her would burn Harper to a crisp.
"I think I should tell you that I lied a little bit." She sneered.
"Oh really? About what?" Dean mocked as he spun the angel blade around in his hand.
"Metatron did keep my grace, but he didn't ever have to. I loved his plan. The only flaw I could see in it was him! He was too much of a romantic. With him gone the plan is perfect! I can't let you finish the spell." She explained as she hooked the handle of the Walmart bag with her shoe and brought it up to her free hand.
"Let her go before I blow your brain to bits." I snarled, finally finding my voice.
Harper began squirming and kicking but nothing was phasing Jael. The fear and silent plea for help written all over Harper's face was killing me but I did my best not to let my own panic show.
SHES HURTING MY LITTLE GIRL! SHE WILL BURN.
"Heavens no! As long as she is within the blast radius I am safe." She exclaimed tossing her head back and laughing.
I was hoping you didn't know about that.
"Then leave." Sam growled stepping as close as any of us dared making Jael burst into a fit of giggles.
Why is she giggling? That's bad.
"Hey Pip? It's going to be okay. We will fix this but you have to breathe. We can't save a dead body." Dean reminded her in as calming of a tone he could muster while Jael tried to compose herself.
"Oh you're not getting her back." Jael choked out between gasps for air as she clutched her side.
My eyes got wide when I realized what she was going to do, "You don't want to do that. You slimy little ball-less fuck don't you even think of taking her!"
"I'm the one with no balls?" Jael laughed, "Sweetie I've heard your prayers to Daddy. When are you going to ask about the blood?"
She took advantage of my shock to let Harper go enough to take her out, had I been ready.
Jael's grin got disturbingly large and she winked at me.
"Don't you fucking d-"
Gone.
They vanished into thin air and I felt myself snap in two instantly.