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Sam, Karina, and Dean were holding their cups of coffee after the intoxication. They found the nearest Japanese restaurant to have someone to translate the writings on the sake box. A server was reciting in his language out loud while reading along, then he looked at the trio. "It says, "What you took will be taken from you." Like, eye for an eye. You with me?'

They all nodded as they were slowly awake with the caffeine in their systems, then he translated more. He furrowed his eyebrows at the writing then he asked them, "Where'd you guys get this anyway?"

Sam asked, "Why? Is there something the matter?"

"Well, you're not superstitious, are you?"

He passed the box to Karina who accepted the offer while he had fear in his eyes. Dean responded, "Not at all. No, no."

"Because... this says the bottle inside contains a Shojo."

Karina asked slowly, "I'm sorry, what's a Shojo?"

"An alcohol spirit. Look, it's just an old myth. I wouldn't worry about it, but they are not known for being friendly." Someone in the restaurant shouted for him in Japanese, and he replied back to the person. Karina sent her gratitude for him with fewer words and cash of twenty before he was summoned.

Later on, they were all headed back to the motel room. Sam and Dean stopped at what they were seeing while the trancing music was playing at the back porch. They were speechless at what they were seeing, then Karina put down the box on the table. She walked up between their shoulders and her eyes widened at the sight. Garth was dancing through the music, channeling something from the existence of his mind.

"Garth." He stopped to hear Sam's voice, and then he waved at him. "Where's Baxter?"

Garth stopped the music before answering his question as he entered inside, "Dude's a lot heavier than he looks, F.Y.I." They all followed his pointing finger to see him tied up in rope with a bag over his head in the hot tub, he continued on as he signaled the EMF meter. "But here, thought you might want this back."

"You have the C.E.O. of the douchiest microbrew in the U.S. gagged in your hot tub?" Garth looked back on him before looking back at Dean again, "You really think that's gonna end well?"

"I'm not feeling the love."

Karina called out, "Sam, Shojo. Me, more coffee. Dean, mind your business."

She raced toward the brewing machine, making herself a brand new coffee while Sam also raced toward his laptop to research the creature. Dean rolled his eyes from the order from her, then he took off his jacket and walked around the counter. Garth asked them, "What's a Shojo?"

"Japanese booze monster," replied Dean.

"I guess that would explain why you got to be drunk to see it. Very poetic." Dean picked up more alcohol from the shelves to refill the flask. From the moment Sam clicked the website, a picture of Shojo appeared on the screen. He examined softly, "Ohh. Creepy."

Karina sighed heavily, not feeling the raspberry vodka out of her system yet. Slowly and slowly coming closer to soberism, she rubbed her eyes while she poured some almond cream in her drink. She took a sip, and sighed happily by the flavor upon her taste buds. Returning to Little Women, she started reading where she was left off while sitting at the table with Sam.

He began informing them about Shojo, "Okay. So, a Shojo is said to roam where there's a lots of alcohol. There's a lore said back in the old days, if you were plastered enough, you could see one skulking around the breweries in Japan."

Dean asked, "Yeah, but why is this one shredding brewers' kids?"

"Apparently, you can harness the will of a Shojo with the right spell box. Then you basically have an attack dog that you can sic on whatever sort of personal revenge mission you want."