It took a few more hours to get to the cemetery; so, I slept on and off curled around Dean in the back seat. Much to his surprise Dean had let Sam drive; I'm not sure what prompted this as Dean was so protective over baby but I cannot complain. Now the gates of the cemetery were shadowed against the setting sun; casting long shadows on the road before us. Stopping, we quietly get out of the car and made our way to the trunk to load up on weapons.
"What are the plan boys?" I say as I picked up the 9mm and a silencer, "how do we stop these tricky witches?"
Dean looked at me regarding my questions,
"Find them, shot them and burn the bodies." He says picking up his own weapon. Confused I look up at him and place my hand on his arm,
"That's it? That's your plan." Annoyed I walk away from the impala and lean against the entrance to the graveyard. Hearing the trunk close behind me I hear footsteps walk towards me, crunching on the iced grass around us.
"Arcadia that is the only thing we can do." He turns me around to face him, "we can't really put them in witchcraft rehab, can we?" Shrugging I turn my head away from him,
"I guess not." Seeing Sam signalling behind his back I side step out of Deans grasp and walk over to his brother.
"Ready to do this?" Nodding I hold the gun in two hands and follow Sam as he leads the way into the cemetery.
In the middle of the cemetery there is this huge mausoleum, it is so old that the words have worn away. As the moon light catches it, I can see the devils trap insignia in the wrought iron gates. Peeking from around the gravestone I'm currently hiding behind I see a group of about 10 people in a circle holding hands; there is what appears to be a pewter chalice in the middle which has a blue light emanating from within. Because the wind is blowing from behind us, I cannot hear the chant that this coven is saying, although I can see their lips moving in sync.
"So smash and grab?" Dean whispers to Sam from behind me; I can hear the rustle of material as he nods in acknowledgement with what his brother has suggested. Tapping my shoulder Sam points to himself and Dean and lifts the gun up, he then points to me and then the chalice in the middle of the group. I'm not very good with charades but from what I can gather Sam and Dean will deal with the witches and I'll grab the chalice with the angels' grace in. Nodding I cover them as they make their way towards the coven; my eyes and ears open.
As they approach the coven, I quickly dart around the side of the mausoleum using the headstones for cover as I run. Once I'm safely against the wall I give thumbs up to Dean and Sam... it's show time.
"You know I really hate witches?" Dean says loudly to the group causing them to turn towards him as one, "haven't you heard of the three-fold rule?" I raise my weapon as one of the witches raises her hand but Sam beats me too it, using a head shot to disable her. Suddenly there is gun fire as the boys start firing at each person; giving me the distraction I need to grab the pewter chalice. Unfortunately, when I duck to grab the vessel, I do not see the flash of a gun muzzle until I feel a tearing pain rip through my shoulder sending me and the chalice to the ground. I see a maniacal face lean over me so, raising my own weapon, I fire point blank into the grinning mouth causing gore and blood splatter both over myself and the wall behind us. Grabbing my shoulder to staunch the blood flow I turn to look at the brothers who are making their way over to me while the red-hot pain radiates through my whole body; this causes black spots to dance before my eyes. Dean runs towards me when he sees I am hurt and takes of his flannel shirt to hold it against my wound.
"Sonovabitch." He says, trying to inspect the wound. Pushing him away I hold the shirt to my shoulder,
"Go and clean up the bodies." I say lying against one of the graves, "I'll be here when you get back." Kissing me on the lips I watch as they start moving the bodies; gratefully I slip into unconsciousness.
"Ow that frigging hurts!" Currently I'm lying on the bed in the shitty hotel room while Sam is digging around trying to get the bullet out of my shoulder. "Jesus Sam your bedside manner sucks." He laughs until finally I feel a pop as the bullet is finally removed; suddenly I jump as there is a red-hot pain when he pours whiskey over the hole, "fucking hell. Next time you are shot please let me do the honours." I reach for the whiskey but Dean neatly plucks it off of the bedside table and waves in in front of my face while laughing. Glaring at him I grab the bottle and take a swig; the alcohol fuelling my anger,
"I don't know why you are laughing you prick!" Taking another gulp, I yell as Dean takes the bottle back off me, "hey what the fuck?"
"Sweetheart I think you have had too much already." I jump as I feel Sam start to stitch me up,
"Hold still Arcadia, otherwise this will scar badly." Gripping the pillow, I bury my face into it, cursing Sam and Dean the entire time. Once he is done stitching me up, I lift my head out from the middle of the pillow,
"Explain to me why Cas couldn't do his healing mojo." Dean sits next to me and rubs my uninjured shoulder,
"He tried but whatever was in those pills the demon doctor gave you is interfering with his abilities." Shaking my head, I drop it on the bed,
"Just fucking perfect; so now as well as possibly being pregnant, the demons have done something to me too." Closing my eyes, I let myself float away,
"Pregnant Dean?" I can hear Sam speaking to him but I am actually too drunk to care, "demons and pills?"
"Yeah about that..." he starts but I don't hear the end as I fall into a drunken sleep.
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FanfictionIt's been three months since Arcadia walked away from Dean Winchester and she had never felt so lonely Now she is back on the hunt for the hunter who has stolen her heart. The only trouble is a coven of witches are also causing trouble in the backg...
