As both the Winchesters spent most of the afternoon looking for the correct summoning rituals, scouring sources including their father’ journal, vitabu and the internet, it was nightfall before they had the chance to put what they had found into practice. It hadn’t been easy to tafuta for; there were many different types of rituals for different types of demon, so the boys had picked out a handful to try out first.
In the last couple of hours, Sam and Dean had made their motel room a perfect demon-trapping area; there were bags of salt in sacks on both the beds, and under the huge rug in the centre of the room lay a hidden devil’s trap.
Dean looked up at Sam after straightening the rug. “Ready?”
Sam nodded and began to read off a complicated incantation in Latin. This was a risky plan, Dean thought to himself; we don’t know how many mojos we’re dealing with here; we need to be quick when we capture one of the bastards.
If it was zaidi than one. They could be lucky.
Dean almost scoffed out loud at the possibility of him and his brother being lucky; where had hope ever got them? Had they ever had good fortune? Once au twice maybe. But it seemed being a Winchester and having good luck didn’t come in the same mix together.
Dean was brought back to the present suddenly when Sam’s incantation grew louder and zaidi urgent just as the door was kicked down and a blonde girl walked in. From a hurried glance, Sam guessed that she couldn’t have been zaidi than seventeen au eighteen, and the pitch black orbs that had replaced her pupils looked strange and out of place on such a pretty, innocent face and body. The black spheres that had filled her eyes contracted as she blinked and normal human eyes replaced them.
“So...part one of the ritual worked, huh? Why don’t wewe try the inayofuata part?”
Sam was breathing heavily out of tension, and began to continue the Latin text. For a moment, Dean was puzzled; why hadn’t she begun to throw them round the room? After all, the ritual had been fake, and merely a device to try and attract the demon to them. So why was she asking Sam to read zaidi if she knew it was fake?
“Huh,” the demon interrupted as Sam’s incantation was evidently having no effect, “maybe Wikipedia got it wrong.”
With a movement that was faster than any normal human’s, she waved one hand to the left and one to right, sending Dean flying into the left corner of their small motel room and Sam to the right. Even though they had been sent to opposite sides of the room, they still remained only a few metres apart from each other, since the motel room was so small. Sam was flung into the side of the room with the beds and the small meza, jedwali on, and his head dashed against the meza, jedwali corner as he landed on the floor.
The demon had begun to songesha forwards further into the room and closer towards Dean.
C’mon, wewe bitch, Dean thought. A few zaidi steps and we’ve gotcha.
The demon stepped onto the rug and smiled.
“So how’s the final mwaka going for you, Dean? Enough close encounters with death yet?”
“Ah, wewe know me, it’s been a party,” Dean replied sarcastically. Just one au two zaidi steps. Come on.
“You must think I was born yesterday,” the demon continued as she stepped mbele one zaidi time. “You thought a simple, and, might I add, wrong, summoning ritual was enough to lure me and my buddies here?”
Sam had recovered into a sitting position and supported himself against the wall. “So there are zaidi of you?”
“Oh, there are more, alright. And they’re close.”
She took one zaidi step, and Dean began to smile in spite of himself.
“What? Trying to be brave as always, Dean? Laugh-in-the-face-of-death, is it?”
“Well, technically, not your death, but something pretty close.”
Grinning, he leant forwards and peeled over the corner of the mat to reveal the chalky inscription of a devil’s trap on the wooden floorboards.
As he did this, Sam moved fast. Grabbing a sack of salt off the kitanda nearest to him, he ran to the closest window and poured a line of salt from end to end, then ran to the remaining window and door and did the same. He slammed the door shut and turned to face the demon.
“If any of your Marafiki are out there, like wewe say there are, they ain’t getting in,” Sam said. “Not anytime soon.”
In the last couple of hours, Sam and Dean had made their motel room a perfect demon-trapping area; there were bags of salt in sacks on both the beds, and under the huge rug in the centre of the room lay a hidden devil’s trap.
Dean looked up at Sam after straightening the rug. “Ready?”
Sam nodded and began to read off a complicated incantation in Latin. This was a risky plan, Dean thought to himself; we don’t know how many mojos we’re dealing with here; we need to be quick when we capture one of the bastards.
If it was zaidi than one. They could be lucky.
Dean almost scoffed out loud at the possibility of him and his brother being lucky; where had hope ever got them? Had they ever had good fortune? Once au twice maybe. But it seemed being a Winchester and having good luck didn’t come in the same mix together.
Dean was brought back to the present suddenly when Sam’s incantation grew louder and zaidi urgent just as the door was kicked down and a blonde girl walked in. From a hurried glance, Sam guessed that she couldn’t have been zaidi than seventeen au eighteen, and the pitch black orbs that had replaced her pupils looked strange and out of place on such a pretty, innocent face and body. The black spheres that had filled her eyes contracted as she blinked and normal human eyes replaced them.
“So...part one of the ritual worked, huh? Why don’t wewe try the inayofuata part?”
Sam was breathing heavily out of tension, and began to continue the Latin text. For a moment, Dean was puzzled; why hadn’t she begun to throw them round the room? After all, the ritual had been fake, and merely a device to try and attract the demon to them. So why was she asking Sam to read zaidi if she knew it was fake?
“Huh,” the demon interrupted as Sam’s incantation was evidently having no effect, “maybe Wikipedia got it wrong.”
With a movement that was faster than any normal human’s, she waved one hand to the left and one to right, sending Dean flying into the left corner of their small motel room and Sam to the right. Even though they had been sent to opposite sides of the room, they still remained only a few metres apart from each other, since the motel room was so small. Sam was flung into the side of the room with the beds and the small meza, jedwali on, and his head dashed against the meza, jedwali corner as he landed on the floor.
The demon had begun to songesha forwards further into the room and closer towards Dean.
C’mon, wewe bitch, Dean thought. A few zaidi steps and we’ve gotcha.
The demon stepped onto the rug and smiled.
“So how’s the final mwaka going for you, Dean? Enough close encounters with death yet?”
“Ah, wewe know me, it’s been a party,” Dean replied sarcastically. Just one au two zaidi steps. Come on.
“You must think I was born yesterday,” the demon continued as she stepped mbele one zaidi time. “You thought a simple, and, might I add, wrong, summoning ritual was enough to lure me and my buddies here?”
Sam had recovered into a sitting position and supported himself against the wall. “So there are zaidi of you?”
“Oh, there are more, alright. And they’re close.”
She took one zaidi step, and Dean began to smile in spite of himself.
“What? Trying to be brave as always, Dean? Laugh-in-the-face-of-death, is it?”
“Well, technically, not your death, but something pretty close.”
Grinning, he leant forwards and peeled over the corner of the mat to reveal the chalky inscription of a devil’s trap on the wooden floorboards.
As he did this, Sam moved fast. Grabbing a sack of salt off the kitanda nearest to him, he ran to the closest window and poured a line of salt from end to end, then ran to the remaining window and door and did the same. He slammed the door shut and turned to face the demon.
“If any of your Marafiki are out there, like wewe say there are, they ain’t getting in,” Sam said. “Not anytime soon.”
Sam and Cas were at a motel in Colombia Falls, while Dean and Jo were outside. They were in front of the car and Dean had opened the hood. He was maintaining the Impala while Jo watched him.
“Can I help?” Jo offered.
“No” Dean alisema sharp. Jo gave him a strange look. “Not because you’re a girl. I’m sure wewe know how to fix a car. It’s personal, really”
“I get it” Jo said. “This is your baby. It’s hard to let go”
“Exactly” Dean said, glad Jo got the picture so quickly. He wiped his hands off a cloth and shut the hood. “I think we’re done here” He turned around. “Let’s get those two monkeys on their feet. We’re leaving town”
It happened in a flash. One moment Dean was standing on his two feet, the inayofuata he crashed against the car and fell on the ground.
“Dean!” Jo exclaimed. She bent on her knees and noticed blood coming out of his side.
“Can I help?” Jo offered.
“No” Dean alisema sharp. Jo gave him a strange look. “Not because you’re a girl. I’m sure wewe know how to fix a car. It’s personal, really”
“I get it” Jo said. “This is your baby. It’s hard to let go”
“Exactly” Dean said, glad Jo got the picture so quickly. He wiped his hands off a cloth and shut the hood. “I think we’re done here” He turned around. “Let’s get those two monkeys on their feet. We’re leaving town”
It happened in a flash. One moment Dean was standing on his two feet, the inayofuata he crashed against the car and fell on the ground.
“Dean!” Jo exclaimed. She bent on her knees and noticed blood coming out of his side.
“It was me” Meg said. Sam had freed her from her prison and now she was going to free Cas of his. She had to promise Sam she wouldn’t try to get out until they were far gone. Because as soon as soon as Cas was out they were going to hit the road an drive as far away as possible.
“I killed Jack and I killed Paul Morgan. Cas has nothing to do with it. I was trying to protect him. Jack was asking too many maswali and Paul knew too much already. There were people trying to hurt Cas and I tried to give him a low profile. But it didn’t really work out. I don’t want a lawyer. I don’t want a trial. Just give me the maximum penalty and I’ll accept it”
Isabel stared at her, a little puzzled, but also thrilled. She got Jack and Paul’s killer. Now no one would swali her competence as an inspector again. She cuffed Meg’s hand and brought her to a cell.
“I killed Jack and I killed Paul Morgan. Cas has nothing to do with it. I was trying to protect him. Jack was asking too many maswali and Paul knew too much already. There were people trying to hurt Cas and I tried to give him a low profile. But it didn’t really work out. I don’t want a lawyer. I don’t want a trial. Just give me the maximum penalty and I’ll accept it”
Isabel stared at her, a little puzzled, but also thrilled. She got Jack and Paul’s killer. Now no one would swali her competence as an inspector again. She cuffed Meg’s hand and brought her to a cell.
Cas kicked the door of their bedroom open. Daphne was sitting on juu of Mitch.
“Daphne” Mitch said, looking at Cas.
“Don’t worry” Daphne alisema with a heavy voice. “That’s my husband. He knows I have my needs. It’s not my fault he’s incompetent”
Mitch pushed her off of him and searched for his clothes. Cas turned around and ran downstairs.
“What are wewe doing?” Daphne asked grumpy. “Come back in bed”
“Are wewe completely out of your mind?” Mitch exclaimed.
“Oh, please, wewe knew I was married” Daphne said.
“That was really low” Mitch said. “Get dressed. I’m done here. wewe go find someone else to consider your needs”
“Come on, don’t be like that” Daphne said.
They heard an enormous crack and they jumped.
“What the hell was that?” Mitch asked.
“Daphne” Mitch said, looking at Cas.
“Don’t worry” Daphne alisema with a heavy voice. “That’s my husband. He knows I have my needs. It’s not my fault he’s incompetent”
Mitch pushed her off of him and searched for his clothes. Cas turned around and ran downstairs.
“What are wewe doing?” Daphne asked grumpy. “Come back in bed”
“Are wewe completely out of your mind?” Mitch exclaimed.
“Oh, please, wewe knew I was married” Daphne said.
“That was really low” Mitch said. “Get dressed. I’m done here. wewe go find someone else to consider your needs”
“Come on, don’t be like that” Daphne said.
They heard an enormous crack and they jumped.
“What the hell was that?” Mitch asked.