нellвoυnd (Dean Winchester) (Supernatural)

Always Another Way

"What do you mean?" Sam questions, obviously not looking out the window.

"We have guests, sadly I have a sneaking suspicion they won't be the best of company." I draw back the curtian for the brothers to see, both pair of eyebrows raise at the sight. Dean recovers the quickest.

"Okay, this won't be too bad... One angel, an abomination and two hunters against about 20 demons. We'll be fine."

"I thought we decided on Amon?" I glare at him, letting the curtain drop.

"And I thought we decided on you wearing tight skirts." We shoots me a grin.

"Funny, cause I recall you wanting me to wear nothing but black high heels-"

"ALRIGHT! How bout we focus on the group of demons waiting outside for us?"

"Sammy, always putting a damper on things, how do you expect to get laid?" Dean says with a wink while cocking his pistol. The thump on the door ends the conversation. Sam moves towards the door and nods to us.

"How do you propose we do this?"

"I think Cas should open the door, taking out as many as he can with his weird 'hand to face' thingy, Dean, you should follow up, you're the best shot out of us. Sam, you stab them once Dean nails them. And I'll... do something."

"Well that all sounds real dandy, but where the hell is Cas?" Dean looks around the room.

"Really Castiel? This is when you decide to go 'pop'?" I look back at Dean, "You were right, that is really annoying."

"Well what now?" Sam studies me, but I'm fresh out of ideas, another thud hits the door, shaking the frame.

"Maverick... you're half angel."

"Ya, I think we've covered that Sam, but thanks for bringing up another flaw of mine."

"No, that's not what I'm saying. If Cas can burn the demon out, maybe you can too." I laugh at this but stop when I see that he's actually serious.

"That would be a great thing to try out when there isn't the risk of getting everyone killed when it doesn't work." I exclaim, not believing he's willing to test it out now.
"Sam's right, it's our best bet. Go and open the door Maverick." Dean points to the crappy, half rotten doorframe.

"Okay, on three. One, two... THREE!" I twist the knob and grab at the first demons head. The middle aged man pauses in confusion as my fingers push against his forehead.

Nothing happens.

"Plan B! Dean Shoot him!" I move to the side and a bang vibrates through my head. The man drops next to me and Sam shows up a second later and drives a knife through his skull. The bodies swarm into our room, attacking from all sides. I'm throwing punches at random, I may or may not have hit Dean in the face. Oh well, that slut deserves it. Another one of the bitches lands a hit to my cheek when I get an idea. I knock the girl out and stand up on the bed.

"I ad hauriendum daemonium arceamus inferni, uia non revertetur ultra, donec ad gehnnam constringitur." By now the demons are all on there knees, holding their heads in pain, "Daemonium habens dissolvi, et vas hominis usquead nos. Infernum est domum tuam, ne terra! Nunc igitur vade in domum tuam!" At the last verse the area fills up with black smoke before it all diffueses out of the room.

I look around us, bodies are all sprawled across the floor.

"Will they wake up?" I ask.

"Ya, in about an hour or so. Meaning we should definetley be gone by then." Sam looks back at me.

"Nice work by the way, I wasn't aware you can speak Latin." Oh right, he was possessed when I found out.

"Ya, I never was able to, but during when you were possessed, it just kinda...showed up in my head." I shrug my shoulders, grabbing my duffle bag.

"Lets hit the road dudes." I snatch the keys off the table and wave them in the air.

"Deannn, if you don't hurry up I'm going to drive your baby!" I taunt him.
"And then crash it, you bitch!" I add as an afterthought. When there is no retort I look back. The older Winchester is slumped against the wall, blood coating his hands.

"Dean! Sam, go grab the first aid kit!" I rush over to Dean, pressing my hand agianst the obvious wound at his lower abdomun.

"Oh, Mave, touch a little lower will ya?" He gives me a sloppy wink and I laugh at the half ass joke.

"No way, you better be 100% coherent when that happens." I smirk back at him.

"Ya, I better be..." His eyelids start to droop. I slap his cheek.

"No can do buddy boy, You need to stay awake."

"I'll only be a good patient if you're my nurse." He smiles before his head falls to the side in a dead faint.

Son of a bitch.

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