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Lance stood there, between two ancient oaks, his facial features visible in the moon light.

He was wearing a dark red button up shirt, and by the looks of it, it had to be satin or something like that. Black dress pants covered his black dress shoes, and he topped it all off with a black vest.

He was attractive, but not as much as Dean was.

That, and he was a fucking sexist pig.

"So," said Lance, not moving a muscle. "You are the men hunting me. I pressume you're the ones who've been on my tail for a while."

Dean was about to say something, but Lance's eyes darted over to me, looking me up and down like I was just a piece of meat.

Dean saw this, and stepped in front of me, protectively. Sam's jaw clenched.

"Your girl there," said Lance, gesturing to me. "You two share her? Does she know her place? Have you claimed her? Cause I'll gladly take her if you haven't."

Sam looked disgusted, and Dean was red with anger. Dean opened his mouth to speak, but I stepped in front of him, which earned me a frown and glare from Lance.

"Girl, know your place," he spat.

I chuckled, shaking my head.

"First off, my place is neither behind them, nor in front of them- it's beside them. So don't you go tellin' me where my place is, because I know," I said, throwing in my sass and letting the small amount of a southern accent that I had flow.

"Second- I don't know if this will ever make it through your thick skull and to that shit ass pea you call a brain, but you don't get to talk to women like that, no matter what the hell it is you believe in."

Dean let out a light chuckle at my remark to Lance, and I was able to see Sam grin out of the corner of my eye.

Lance's eyes were filled with rage.

"Listen here, you little bitch. I can say whatever the hell I damn well please. You are a woman. You are powerless. You are worthless. You have no right to tell me what to do. You only walk this Earth the serve ans please men as we desire. Men own you, whether you like it or not," Lance spat.

I tried to keep a straight face. I really did. But I couldn't.

I burst out laughing, leaving all three of the men around me confused.

Once I caught my breath, I looked back at Lance, smirking a little.

"Honey, whether you and your ancient ass like it or not, I'm my own person. I always have been. I do what I want when I want too. I don't wait for a man to tell me what I can pr can't do. And just cause you're a sexist son of a bitch doesn't mean that you can change that. Also, next time, try telling me something I haven't already heard," I said, dishing it out to him.

I could see Dean staring at me, look in his eyes that I couldn't place.

Lance gritted his teeth, then went to say something else. This time, Dean interupted.

"Look, you're a fucking bastard. And let me just tell you that the three of us are fed up with your shit. So, we can do this one of two ways: you don't move, and I unload a clip of bullets into your brain. Or, we fight, Jupiter here beats you to a pulp, Sammy and I throw in a few extra hits for good measure, then we kill you," said Dean, a smirk on his face.

Sam glared at Lance. "Either way, you die. Choice is yours."

Lance laughed.

"How about we do it my way?"  He said.

He begun to wave his hand and mutter something, and I caught on to what he was doing just in time.

"Radix cincinno!" I yelled, grabbing Dean's hand and the sleeve of Sam's jacket just before the wave of force hit us.

If it wasn't for the spell that had rooted us in place, the three of us would have been thrown back into the trees.

When I let go of Sam and Dean, Lance looked even more pissed.

"A woman knows magic?! You're a disgrace to all men who follow the practice! How dare you insult pur name like that! Who the fuck do you think you are, girl?!" He yelled.

I chuckled.

"I'm Jupiter fucking Carpenter. Don't mess with me. I know more about the magic practice than you ever could, old man," I said.

Just as I was about to mutter a spell to knock him out, Lance's eyes widened in panic.

He shot his hands out, one pointing towards Sam and the other towarda Dean.

But before I could get a blocking spell out, the magic he had cast was already in motion.

A dark purple fog shot from Lance's hands and hit Sam and Dean in the chest, causing the stuff to explode everywhere.

I couldn't see anything further than a few inches in front of me, but I heard the thundering of footsteps as they ran away.

I coughed, reaching out to feel my way around, the thick gas- like substance hindering my vision.

Sam and Dean were coughing to, but it sounded bad.

After all, the spell had been cast on them.

Suddenly, another affect of the fog hit me: drowsiness.

My eyelids quickly got heavy, and no matter how much I tried to fight it, I couldn't keep them open.

My muscles relaxed, and I fell to the ground.

The last thing I remember was saying, "Shit," before my eyes closed and the world went dark.