Party of Three: Supernatural S1 (Sam x OC x Dean)

Party of Three Pt.3 (pilot)

Isabeau's breathing was erratic as she held onto the side of the bridge along with Sam. She almost plunged into the rushing water down below, but Sam caught her and helped her hang onto the bridge. She looked down, praising god that Sam caught her in the first place. Water and her fire element didn't mix well, sounded a bit cliche but it was true. Water made her inherently weaker and her firepower didn't pack as much punch.

Sam pulled himself up back onto the bridge and then helped Isabeau as well. "Thanks, Sam." Sam nodded, the two of them looking over the edge. "Dean!"

Isabeau sighed in relief as she saw Dean crawling out of the water. He was safe, but he was completely covered in what she only hoped to be mud. "What?"

"Hey, are you alright?" Isabeau called down.

Dean held up one hand with an A-OK sign. "I'm super."

Sam and Isabeau laughed, adrenaline leaving their bodies, relieved and also because of the fact that they weren't in Dean's place.

A few minutes later, Dean was back up on the bridge with Isabeau and Sam, checking the car to make sure it was okay. Dean shuts the hood of the car.

"Car all right?" Sam asks. Isabeau was keeping her distance from Dean, not enjoying the smell coming off from him at all.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems all right now. That Constance chick... What a bitch!" Dean yelled out the last part where they first saw Constance. Isabeau snorted at Dean's anger. He looked ridiculous.

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Sam said as Dean sighed, leaning against the hood of the car. "So where's the trail go from here, genius?" Sam took a seat next to Dean who throws his arms up in frustration and flicks the mud off of his hands.

Isabeau comes up next to Dean, sniffing the air around them, her face scrunching up in disgust. "You smell like a toilet." Isabeau looks at Dean. Dean looks down at her comment. Like he didn't know that already.

Dean places his card on top of a handwritten guest ledger. "One room, please." Since the three didn't know where to go from their night out on the bridge, Isabeau suggested they go stay at whatever motel that was the closest so Dean can clean up and the three of them can decide where to go from there.

Dean was still obviously fifthly, it took all of Isabeau's strength not to hurl at the smell. She can deal with blood, severed body parts, all types of gory stuff but this was a whole nother level of disgusting.

The clerk picks up the card and then he looks back up at Dean. "You guys having a reunion or something?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asks, confused by what the clerk meant.

"That other guy, Bert Aframian. He came in and bought out a room for the whole month." The clerk answered. Dean looks over and Sam and Isabeau. Isabeau would've laughed out loud at the situation. Out of all the motels, they just happened to pick the one John was staying at.

Isabeau crouched down to come face to face with John's motel room door. The brothers stood behind her, blocking anyone's view of seeing her while she worked on the lock. Isabeau placed her hand on the doorknob, her eyes glowed blue for a brief second as she whispered out a string of words that didn't sound like any language the boys have ever heard.

Isabeau got up with a satisfied smile as the door unlocks. She opens the door and grabs Dean and Sam's shoulders, yanking them inside and shutting the door behind them. "Woah." Isabeau whispered out as the three looked around the room in awe. Every surface had papers pinned to it, you name it; maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. There were books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed.