Born of Chaos and Grace

Chapter Three: Capture - Part I

"How many are there?" Dean questions as Laine slides into the Caprice, her legs hanging out of the open door.

"From what I can see, about eight outside, and there are bound to be more inside," she states, hesitating for a moment before voicing her other thought. "You think Zach made it to the bunker?"

"Of course." Dean doesn't pause for a moment to ponder the question as he climbs out of the vehicle to head to the trunk.

She follows after him and leans against the body of the car, watching as he opens the trunk and begins searching through the plethora of supernatural weapons and deterrents organized within. Leaning back, he hands her a large blade and grabs one for himself before shutting the trunk. She twists the blade in her hand, testing out the weight and getting a feel for the weapon.

"Just slice the neck and let 'em bleed out. It'll give us time to find Zach and get the Hell outta here," he explains, sliding the blade in between his belt and pants.

"Dean, I know what to do," Laine mutters with a huff, not appreciating him giving her a lesson on something she's known how to do since she was eleven.

He looks down at her, the corner of his mouth lifting, and grabs her by the shoulders, pulling her in for a hug as he rests his chin on top of her head. She returns the hug on instinct, arms wrapping around his torso while being careful not to stab him with the machete.

"I know, but I like telling you what to do," he teases and releases her from his arms. "Ready?"

Stepping back, she clutches the blade in her hand. Her body instantly starts shifting into hunter mode, years of training kicking in as if they had never been put to rest in the first place. "Ready."

"Let's do this then," Dean says as they start walking down the dusty road, gravel and leaves crunching beneath their feet.

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Her footsteps are muffled by the soft earth underneath her boots, and Laine is thankful for the rain last night as she approaches the tree line, one of the Cambions directly in her line of sight. As she is about to slip out from the cover of the trees, her gaze jumps over to the opposite tree line when the Cambion standing there is pulled into the brush, disappearing and not returning.

She looks closer, and soon enough, she makes out the faint shape of Dean as he slinks through the cover of the trees. A small, approving smile grows on her lips as another enemy slips into the darkness of the trees. Once another monster disappears due to Dean, she decides it's about time to get her ass in gear and catch up to his body count.

Twirling the blade in her hand, Laine zeroes in on the half-demon closest to her position. Where he is currently standing, he is hidden behind her truck, which will allow for an easy kill and cover from the other two creatures patrolling the area and the one monitoring from the upstairs window. She waits a few moments until the one in the window has moved before she dashes out from the trees and over to her truck, creeping behind the enemy.

"You know, this is private property." At the sound of her voice, the half-demon turns around in a swift movement, hazy black eyes zeroing in on her and a smirk forms on his chapped lips.

"Well, well. Look who showed up. Boss will be happy to see you." He takes a hearty step towards her, but before he can get to close, she stops him with the point of her blade against his chest.

"Sorry, that really doesn't work for me. You see, I'm trying to find someone, so you'll just have to excuse me and let me be on my way. Nice try, though." Her blade moves from his chest and across his neck before he has time to react, the blade slicing through his vein-riddled skin with ease. Blood splatters outwards and droplets land on her face as the wound gushes, the dying body soon dropping to the ground as gravity takes over.