SUPERNATURAL. in which a girl - bek anderson - is found on the side of the road. 8 years later, she has no recollection of her life before that until a pair of brothers walk into the bar. together they hunt the supernatural - saving people, hunting...
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( Malleus Maleficarum )
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"WHAT THE HELL WAS you thinking?" Dean asks Sam as soon as they entered the motel. Allison frowned, knowing it was gonna be an intense argument between the two brothers that she was gonna have to sit out. "What? What the hell was I thinking?" Sam scoffs.
"She's a demon, Sam. They want us dead. We want them dead." Dean says.
"Oh, that's funny. I remember that demon chick in Ohio — Casey — you didn't want her dead."
"Well, she wasn't stringing me along like a fish on a hook."
"No one's stringing me along! Look, I know it's dangerous — that she is dangerous — but like it or not, she's useful." Sam says calmly.
"No! We kill her before she kills us."
"Kill her with what? The gun she fixed for us?"
"Whatever works!"
"Dean, if she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives. Look, we have to start looking at the big picture, Dean. Start thinking in strategies and — and moves ahead." Dean walks away and to the sink in the bathroom, "It's not so simple. We're not just hunting anymore. We're at war."
Dean turns around, patting his face dry with a towel. "Are you feeling okay? Allison, does he look okay?"
"Do not bring me into this." Allison says and picks up a book, flipping to the first page and she begins reading. Sam groans and sits down, "Why are you always asking me that?"
"Because you're taking advice from a demon, for starters. And, by the way, you seem less and less worried about offing people. It used to eat you up inside." Dean says.
"And what has that gotten me?"
"Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay? We're supposed to drive in the freaking car and freaking argue about this stuff while Allison snoring in the back! You go on about the sanctity of life and all that crap."
"Wait, so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you?" Sam cracks an amused and stressed out smile. "No, I-I'm not mad. I'm worried," Dean says taking a seat on the other bed, "Sam, I'm worried because you're not acting like yourself."
