нellвoυnd (Dean Winchester) (Supernatural)

A New Tongue

"DEAN!" I scream, sprinting to his location, not seeing Sam anywhere. "DEAN!" Oh God, where is he? He fell in right here! I stare into the cloudy water. "DEAN!" I yell, my voice cracking, no doubt starting to fade away. I start to run down another dock, staring into the water the whole time. I turn another corner and collide into another body. I react immediately and pull them into a head lock, thinking that it must be Sam. When I notice the high pitched screech and the blonde locks of hair piling on my arm I shove them away.

"Didn't I tell you to stay put?" I tell her, not apologizing for having her in a deathly position.

"I don't need to listen to you." I stare at her with slight confusion.

"Wow, I did not expect sass from someone I just saved from being skinned alive. Next time I wont bother." I push off of the side of a pole I was leaned against and start walking along the docks. I don't need to waste any time with this girl while it could be spent finding Dean. I hear her loud footsteps following me and roll my eyes.

"Could you be any louder?" I snap. I can practically feel her anger radiating off of her. Not my fault she sounds like an elephant. I hear a faint ring and twist back to look at the girl with a phone in her hand.

"I'm calling Dean." She explains, did she not hear the big BANG? Kinda hard to miss. I'm about to let my tongue lose but bit my lip as I hear the lyrics to an AC/DC song. Dean! I run in the direction of the song, and come across a loading area.

"Dean?" I call out questioningly. The ringing has stopped. "Call him again." I tell the blonde, she doesn't say anything but I can hear the clicking of the buttons. Soon enough the rock song plays up again and I see a faint form of a jacket floating in the water. I leap off the side and splash into the water myself, satisfied when I reach for the jacket and feel a lot more weight then one clothing item could hold. I pull Deans out and flip him over so he is on his side rather then face down.

"Dean! Wake up!" I slap his cheeks a few times, no response. "Dean I swear to god, I will not stick my finger down your throat!" I warn him by slapping him again. "Are you seriously going to make me stick my finger down your throat?" I let out a whine followed by an, "I hate you." Before un hinging his jaw and - With eyes closed - Shoves my index finger down. I let out a squeal and yank my finger back as Dean makes a gurgling noise and starts puking up straight water.

"Gross." I mumble, staring at Dean before getting up myself, then helping him. He stumbles a bit, that's when I remember that his brother hit his target.

"Your shot." I comment, not questioning it. Just stating the fact. He mumbles an incoherent 'ya'. The girl goes to his other side and takes some of his weight off me.

"Nice to see ya Jo." Dean says, nice to know the dits name.

"You too Dean, not under the circumstances but, good nonetheless." I bite my tongue, I'm not sure why, maybe it's because she never said thanks for saving her ass. But this little blonde skinny bitch is pissing me off.

-//-

"Hold still you pansy, I'm almost done." I tell Dean as I pour another bottle of vodka onto his bullet wound. His jaw tightens and I let out a huff of laughter as I pick the tweezers back up. "Now hold still." I command him as I dig into his flesh, searching for the bullet. I let out a hooray as I feel metal hit metal. I yank the bullet out in one swift motion and Dean whelps in pain. I smile triumphed, as I stare at the golden tinged bullet.

"Now, since you're hopefully satisfied with causing me even more pain, can we go?" Dean asks gruffly, trying to mask his pain. I smile and give him a nod before hoping out of the chair. Dean already hugged Jo bye, refusing to let her come with us (Thank God). And I was walking past her, her eyes flashed down to my shirt, covered in blood. This time my own. I don't even feel that much pain and we need to track down Demon Sam, not worry about me. I lock eyes with her and tell her if she says a damn word I will personally see her to her death. Not in so many words, none at all, actually. But I said it with my eyes and she must have gotten the message because she didn't say a damn thing.

-//-

"Where are we going now?" I ask Dean.

"Bobby's. He's the next hunter who lives near so, I figured if Sam- Meg, if Meg is killing hunters, he'll be next." Dean shrugs. I scrunch up my eyebrows. He glances at me. "What? Do I have blood on my face?" I laugh, shaking me head.

"That was actually a pretty smart thing to think of, thar's all." His lips spread apart in a pantie dropping smile. I catch myself staring and quickly look away.

"So, uh, how do we get Sam-Sam back?"

"Exorcism."

"Oh Dandy, that wont be hard or anything!"

-//-

"So... What happens if it doesn't work? Then what?" I question Dean as we near the exit to Singer Auto.

"It'll work."

"If it doesn't?"

"It will."

"But-" Dean slams his hands down on the steering wheel.

"Maverick!" He yells. "It will work!"

"Ok, Gosh, no need to get snappy." I grumble, staring at the old, broken down cars passing by us.

"There's a book in the glove box, grab it."

"Please?" I tell him, not moving. He only glares at me.

"We need to work on your manners." I comment as I open up the box, revealing an old looking book that smells like must.

"The words on page 6 are how you do an exorcist. In Latin, obviously." He tells me, I look down at the words, completely understanding what is written down.

"Why is it written in English? Didn't you just say it's Latin?" He looks at me confused, not bothering to glance down at the book.

"What are you talking about? It is." I shake my head at this.

"Nu-uh, It's written in English! Look! this says that to break a bond of a devil's contraption-"

"Then you took a Latin class?" He suggests.

"English is my one and only language." He looks at me with a smirk, which is hiding confusion.

"Not any more."

-//-

"Bobby? You here!?" Dean yells through the house, just having opened the door.

"Bobbyyyy? It's your favorite!" I echo through the house, followed by a scoff from Dean.

"In here! Might wanna grab some more holy water." His voice sounds strained and Dean and I follow the voice.

"Why-" We both stop and gape at the scene before us, staring right at us is non other then Sam tied to a chair in a demon trap. Bobby shrugs.

"You idjits finally show up?"

-//-

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