Hammer Of The Gods

3

While Sam and Dean chose their food at the buffet, (Y/n) took a seat at an empty four-seated table. She immediately pulled out her phone and sent a text to her soulmate, asking to meet three days early to discuss the new problem with their bond: the ten-day limit.

Having heard about the hotel's 'best pie in the tri-state area', Dean waltzed over to the section with his favorite dessert and tried to pick one out.

"Heaven, right?" A businessman gestured to the two plates of pie in Dean's hands. He was having a hard time finding the right slice.

Dean scoffed lightly and put down one of the plates. "Trust me, pal-- better." Before leaving the selection, he picked up a ball of chocolate from another pie and tossed it in his mouth.

While making his way to where his younger siblings sat. Dean eyed everyone who was enjoying their meals. He stopped next to a beautiful Indian woman. She was swirling the stick with a cherry in the middle around her drink.

"How you doing?" Dean asked with a mouth full of pie and a small smile.

The woman didn't look up from her drink. "No."

Dean's smile faltered. "But-"

"No," the woman repeated, slowly meeting the hunter's eyes. She looked incredibly bored like this conversation was being had for the thousandth time.

"Oh, lady, I'm just... you know-"

"I understand," the woman interrupted once more. "And no."

Having been defeated, which didn't happen often, Dean nodded slowly. "10-4. Yeah." Then he walked off.

Sam and (Y/n) were both on their phones when their older brother sat down. A healthy plate of food sat in front of Sam while (Y/n) had her head down. There wasn't a plate or drink in front of her. Her instincts didn't trust the food around her. There was still the thought of something being incredibly wrong swimming in her head.

"Guys, unpucker. Eat something." He eyed the twins. Sam was more focused on his phone, eyebrows furrowed with a deep frown. (Y/n) looked to be sick and incredibly tired (which she was).

Sam shook his head, narrowing his eyes at his phone. "We should hit the road, Dean. (Y/n)'s right about this place."

"In this storm?" Dean asked, surprised. "What? I-It's--"

"It's biblical," Sam cut in. "I-It's friggin' Noah's Ark out there, and we're eating pie." Their sister mumbled something along the lines of: 'Wow, I'm right for once? Shocking.' The amount of sarcasm in her tone made the eldest kick her ankle.

Dean's brain sorted through a few excuses to stay-- to take a break. "How many hours did you two sleep this week? What? Three? Four? Especially you, (N/n). You're like a walking zombie right now." He rubbed his chin, sighing. "Bobby's got his feelers out, okay? We have talked to every hoodoo man and root woman in twelve states."

"Yeah, well, I'm not giving up."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Nobody's giving up, Sam. Especially me."

There was no getting to him now. "We're gonna find a way to beat the devil, okay? Soon. I can feel it. And we'll find Cas, we'll find Adam. But you two are no good to me burnt out."

(Y/n) opened her mouth to speak, but Sam went straight to agreeing with Dean. "But guys--"

"Come on (Y/n). We've actually got the night off for once. Let's try to enjoy it." He then gestured to her phone, knowing who she was trying to contact. "Call Gabriel and ask to slip on over, maybe him staying here with us might help your sleep schedule out."

Defeat snaked its way to (Y/n). The older siblings agreed. Therefore it was settled. "Fine then. I've got a call to make." Standing up from her chair, (Y/n) pressed on her soulmate's contact and left the table.

"Can't come to the phone right now. Leave a message."

(Y/n) scowled and waited for the beep to come so she could leave one. BEEP! "Gabriel, it's (Y/n). I'm going to need you to... unbusy yourself somehow. We're at some hotel in the middle of nowhere, and I've got a bad feeling about it. 'Course Sam and Dean pulled the 'sleep card' so we're staying. And that's another thing, we need to talk about the bond... Please call back as soon as you can."

The Winchester failed to notice that as she took the call, Chet caught each and every word that left her mouth. His eyes turned to the woman who had dismissed Dean, then trailed back to (Y/n)'s spot. The woman frowned deeply, catching what the other man was saying.

She was a problem... there was something more than supernatural about her. Something that could come crashing down on them.