Burnt [Supernatural] #Wattys2015

Cuckoo

I woke up, sighing. Leon was asleep, and I needed a shower. We arrived in Oregon a few days ago, but we still had the issue of finding Jace. Leon had kept his mouth shut the entire time we were in Oregon. My thoughts continued while I showered. If Leon didn't open his mouth about it, I was going to murder him with my own hands.

I got dressed in another black tee shirt, dark skinny jeans, and my combat boots. If Leon wasn't going to tell me where Jace was, I'll find him myself.

I walked over to Leon's wallet. Opening the leather piece, I pulled out a picture. Of course I knew what he looked like, but I didn't have a picture. It was a picture of both Leon and Jace at a bar. Large beers in their hands, and shots next to them. I smirked, what were they? Lovers?

I heard a click, and turned my head. The barrel of a pistol was in between my eyes. Well, shit.

"What are you doing, Sweetheart?" I wadded up the picture, and snuck it into my pocket. Leon's index finger touched the trigger.

I dropped his wallet, and started to speak, "I'm not doing anything. Relax and put the damn gun down."

Leon pressed the gun closer to my head. I backed up and stopped when my back hit the wall. And now I have nowhere else to go.

"You're not gonna kill me." I said, "You wouldn't have gotten me this far."

Leon moved his finger from the trigger, but kept the gun on me, "You're right. But, that was before I caught you snooping. What did you want?"

Before I answered, I grabbed my own pistol from my belt. I cocked it, and held it to his heart, "Now we're even."

Leon smirked, and put the gun down. I kept mine where it was. I lost all trust for him when that gun touched my skull.

His smirk faltered, and he put the gun back up to my head, "Tell me, before I kill you.'

I didn't squeeze the trigger, but I did press it further to his chest, "I was snooping."

Leon rolled his eyes, "No shit, Sweetheart. For what?"

I wasn't about to tell the truth. So, I surrendered my weapon, and he did the same. Before I did answer, I used one of the tricks Sam taught me. I kicked behind his knee, making him fall on his stomach. I sat on top of him, and pressed his face closer to the floor. I leaned to his ear, "I don't trust you."

With my other hand, I held his wrists behind his back, and pushed up toward his head. He groaned in pain, and tried to speak, "Bitch."

I pushed further up, "Tell me, how much do you know about Jace?" Leon groaned in more pain, and I pushed up. If he wanted to stay silent, then it'll end with both of his shoulders dislocated, "I will leave your ass for dead if you don't tell me anything."

I let go of his neck, and pulled my gun back. I held it to the back of his head, and cocked it once again. I felt him tense... I couldn't tell if it was the pressure from his arms, or his head being almost shot.

Leon seemed like he was ready to speak, so I let some pressure from his arms, "Fine. We were close." I put a little more pressure on his arms, "Fine! He hunts day and night. His place is an apartment on Main. He will stay there. Room 201."

I let the pressure from his arms, and rolled him over, "Hopefully you're not lying. I will kill you... Or just let you die of natural causes," I put the safety back on, and pulled him up. I saw his fist, and it was suddenly in front of my face. A stinging pain erupted in my cheek. I looked back at him. He looked like he was going for another hit, "I wouldn't do that." I took the gun, and hit him as hard as I could with it. He wasn't out, but he was weak. I grabbed rope from his duffel bag, and tied him to the furnace, "I will not shoot you, but I also won't come back for you."

I looked into his eyes, and they flashed black. I mumbled Christo. His body twitched.

"You figured it out. Now, either let me out, or I will kill you." His voice was sinister. His body pushed to get released from the rope.

Instead of doing something logical, like an exorcism, I leaned down next to him. I crouched, "Who are you?"

Leon's eyes rolled, but I knew it wasn't him, "That's not important. I'm hunting Jace, and you're just in the way."

I looked at the demon, "Too bad for you." I started the exorcism. Black smoke started to excape the meatsuit's body. When the exorcism was done, Leon's body lay limp.

I undid the ropes, hoping he wasn't going to kill me for tying him up and beating his face... Oh well..

I paced around until I heard his gasp for air. I looked over at him, and he looked back at me.

"What the hell happened?" He asked, touching his face. He winced from the blooming bruise on his cheek.

I explained what happened, and he wasn't angry. I was surprised. I didn't tell him about the wallet thing, but he wasn't angry.

I asked him if he knew where Jace's place was. This time, it was the truth. Instead of coming with me, Leon slept in the motel.

On for the adventure.

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I arrived in front of an old looking apartment complex. Walking to the front desk, I see a man that looks in his early fourties.

"What can I help you with, Darlin'?" He had this gross flirty look on his face.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm looking for Jace Bailey. I was hoping you could tell me where that is?"

The guy rolled his eyes, "For some slut. Nah. I don't think so."

Rolling my eyes again, I grabbed his tee shirt from over the counter, "Tell me, or I castrate you. Kay?"

His eyes got bigger, and he told me a room number. He didn't give me a key, so I was left with a trusty lock pick. I arrived at his door, and knocked. Nobody answered for a few minutes, so I looked for people watching. Nobody.

I twisted the lock, and picked it with expertise. I opened the door, and closed it when I slipped in. I didn't lock it. He'll figure something's up when he arrives.

I looked around the apartment. It kinda looked like Bobby's place, but a lot... Messier. Books were scattered, and papers were hunng on the walls with tacs. I sighed... I wonder what Jace would think... He sees his step daughter in this nasty apartment...

I took a seat at the dining table, and grabbed one of the books. Nothing in particular. It was a leather bound book with a pentagram on the front. When I opened the book, there was a vivid picture of someone getting posessed. The painting looked like it was from the 1700s. It was old and unrealistic.

Turning the next few pages, I read on. It was just lore on demons... Different types, how to kill them... Etcetera.

I heard the door slowly creak open. I smiled, knowing it was Jace. He seemed paranoid just from opening the door. I sat still, and his footsteps became quiet.

I felt the blade of a knife press against my throat.

"Who the hell are you?"

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A/N: Hello... I suppose you're excited for Elizabeth to see Jace again? If not, too bad.

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~Mae