Juliet Winchester II -Jack Kline

Chapter 7

Rowena and I sat outside of the house, her tracker brought us too, as the boys went inside.
"How're you and the little munchkin doing?" She asked.
"We're doing good, just 3 more months." I said as Ivy kicked.
"We've been in there for 5 minutes, let's go check." I said as we made our way inside.
"My money's on witchcraft." Dean said.
"Och, you." The boys turned to us.
"Always blaming witches." She scoffed as I leaned against the wall.
"'Cause a lot of times it witches."
"Rowena, your tracking spell was supposed to make this easier." Sam said.
"Huh! There I was, in the middle of a glorious rosewater and vanilla-oil massage, hidden away at an exclusive desert spa, when you called me, begging for my help."
"That sounds like heaven." I sighed dreamily.
"Well, because we've been chasing this guy for weeks. What's your point?" Dean asked.
"My point, Dean, is that you asked for my assistance, and I obliged. And while the killer eluded us, it certainly looks as if he was here quite recently. I call that a success." Rowena said as I went over to the radio.
I scanned through channels until Despacito was playing.
"Despacito, Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito, Deja que te diga cosas al oído." I started singing twirling around.
"Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo, Despacito, Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito."
"Juliet!" Dean said as I stopped.
"What?" I asked.
"Stop." I rolled my eyes.
"Gilipollas de 40 años." I scoffed.
"Juliet." Sam warned as I shrugged.
"As I was saying, there's no signs of forced entry and no restraints." Dean said.
"It's all the same."
"Yep." Dean replied.
"Well, not everything." Jack held up sheared snake skin.
"Maybe it's his pet." I said.
"I mean, no pictures in his phone." Sam said.
"And, uh, this place doesn't exactly scream "snake guy"."
"Not enough Pantera posters, for one." Rowena replied as Jack started coughing.
"There was some pepper on something. I don't know. I'm fine. I'm not dying." Jack said.
"idiota, ningún mexicano real usa solo pimienta." I said.
Everyone looked at me confused as I rolled my eyes.
"My mom was Spanish. I'm trying to learn more of it." I said.
"Okay, so, what? This guy's some real Houdini?" Dean asked.
"Well, however he's avoiding us, he's now claimed the lives of at least 6 people in Northern New Mexico."
"That we know about." I tasted the sause.
"Aye, this is the first one I've seen in the flesh." Rowena commented.
"Did they all have blackened lips?"
"Yeah, or just black patches of skin around their face and neck." Sam said.
"Yeah, but we've been more focused on the "missing eyeballs and cannibalism" angle."
Rowena grabbed a napkin wiping the bodies lips.
"Do the black lips mean something?" Jack asked leaning closer.
"Darling boy, everything means something." Rowena replied.
"Be a dear and bring the snake skin."

I stood at the counter, waiting for my food as Ivy kicked.
daddy
"Your father is fine." I whispered.
daddy
She kicked again.
"Here you are." The waitress said as I smiled.
"gracias." I said before going back to the booth.
"Okay, um these killings." Cas moved over.
"It seems like there's a ritualistic quality to the crime scenes right?" I bit into my burger.
"It's almost liturgical." Cas said as Jack and Dean looked at each other confused.
"It means religious." I rolled my eyes.
"Ah. Yeah. See, that one I knew."
"Fuck liar." I took another bite.
"Maybe we're wrong and -- and this isn't a monster at all." Cas said.
"Maybe this is just a deranged person who's been getting lucky." I said taking another bite of my burger.
"Anyone who could do this is a monster I mean, even if they're human." Jack said.
"Kids not wrong." Dean replied as his phone rang and he picked it up.
"Yeah. Okay. Got it." Dean hung up as I finished my burger.
"Looks like Sam and Rowena have something." Dean replied as we all nodded.
"Okay, let's go." I wiped my hands.
"That was fast." I squinted my eyes at my brother.
"Never, ever in a million years, comment on a pregnant women eating fast. anciano." I got up.
I grabbed Jack's hand dragging him out.

We sat on the couch, my head in Jack's lap and my legs on Cas'.
"Okay, so we've made some progress." Sam asked opening a book.
"This is like an A.V. Club presentation." Dean said.
"What's an A.V. Club?" Jack asked.
"It's a special group of people who do not play sports." Cas said.
"Yeah, him." Dean pointed to Sam.
"Hey, Mr. A.V. Club, actually gave me an education, So shut up." I told Dean.
"Excuse me, boys, but this is a bit more pressing than your hilarious banter." I stuck my tongue out at Dean.
"I believe we are hunting a gorgon, an ancient, cursed being with an affinity for snakes and the hunger of human flesh."
"Snakes for hair? That's like Medusa." Dean said.
I know he's gonna make a tv or movie reference.
"You know about Medusa?" Rowena chuckled amused.
"Oh, yeah. "Clash of the Titans"? Turns guys to stone." Dean replied.
"jodidamente lo sabía." I replied.
"Oh. That's the exaggerated version."
"It's not stone. More of a venom-induced paralysis. Hence, the blackended lips." I said as I felt eyes on me.
"Yes, how'd you know that?" Rowena asked.
"You can't do a lot of things, when you're pregnant." I shrugged.
"Anyways, we expanded our search based on this new information, and we found 17 unexplained deaths that could fit our guy." Said Sam as Jack played with my hair.
"In the last three months, moving west across the southern U.S."
"17 people?" Jack asked.
"Yeah. Legend has it, every few months, the gorgon goes on a spree and gorges itself." Rowena replied.
"Like a snake. That makes sense." Dean replied.
"So, is there anything in there that explains why this gorgon keeps eluding us?" I asked.
"Uh some lore says that a gorgon can tell people's fates, and, by consuming human eyes, they may "glimpse the future"." Rowena said.
"Yeah. We think that's how he sees us coming." Sam said.
"So, then even if we use your tracking spell again, he'll know." Rowena nodded.
"So how do we get him?" Jack asked.
"I don't know." We nodded.