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Character Portrait: Azeneth Quibilah Character Portrait: Sam Winchester Character Portrait: Armonía Torres Character Portrait: Dean Winchester
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Dean still wasn't speaking to his brother. Every now and again he would just look at him. He wasn't just mad at Sam, though. He was mad at himself. His brother needed his help and he caved. It should never be too much for family. He should have fought harder. But he was still mad at Sam for choosing a demon over his own brother. Trusting a demon to help a hunter. How stupid could he be?!! Hell! Sam was the one who went to college. Dean chalked it up to being a better hunter than Sam. He still loved his brother but right now he just couldn't stand his presence. Ruby was a demon and demons could sell sins to saints. Still... His mind kept wandering back to that church in Ilchester. Who saved them and how? They had tried calling Castiel but he wasn't answering and it was really starting to bug Dean. Lucifer was walking the earth and the only angel they were on good terms with was MIA. It still didn't explain how they were zapped from the church to a plane overhead. He and his brother immediately sought out a motel and a rental car as soon as they landed. Bobby still wasn't talking... Everything was just a mess.

Luckily, Ellen had called them with a job nearby. Initially, Dean had refused and told her that they had something a bit bigger to handle but resolved that they might as well take it since it was so close by. According to Ellen, two people had gone missing in Clear Spring, Maryland and nine had been committed to a mental institute after claiming that they had been attacked by a creature with the head of a bull and the body of a man in the nearby forest while camping or hiking. They all said that they had been killed and brought back to life by a young woman. They didn't have any marks on their bodies though. The police said that they thought they might have been experimenting with some drug that couldn't be traced in their system. That still didn't explain the two missing people though. So, Sam and Dean were on the case! Piling on to the weirdness, they picked up a hitchhiker on the way who was a bit...strange.




Flashback


Dean rolled down his window to as Sam began to slow down the crappy rental to match the pace of what they assumed was female (He was going to have to punch himself if he was checking out a dude's ass) and called out through the pouring rain. “Hey! You need a lift?” He was a bit taken aback when she stopped suddenly and turned to look at them with eyes that were two different colors and wide open. She approached the car slowly and Dean began to pull back in as she stuck her head through the window and whispered under her breath. “You guys...Can see me?” She blinked slowly with a look of genuine shock gracing her visage. Dean was getting pretty creeped out already and his immediate thought was Ghost. Quickly, he reached behind him where he had a .45 tucked into the waist of his jeans. “I'm just fucking with ya!” She finally gave a soft laugh and moved to the side, pulling open the back door and sliding in with her things. Dean heaved a sigh of relief and gave Sam his trademark What the fuck? look. As the brawny big brother parted his lips while his brother began to resume the normal speed limit, his train of thought was interrupted by the raven haired female in the backseat. “Armonía Róza Torres . I wasn't really sure where I was going, honestly. You can drop me off wherever you stop next. I have money to pay for the ride and gas. And because I thought it was pretty hilarious. If it wasn't raining, I would have taken a picture. Because your faces...

She answered pretty much every question Dean was about to ask, warranting another What the fuck look from Dean to Sam as she gave a soft giggle. If this wasn't a good distraction, he didn't know what was. He glanced into the rear view mirror to get a better look at their passenger and let his lower lip poke out a little as he gave the usual facial expression for acknowledging that someone was attractive. A pretty girl was always something that he welcomed; Her raven waves didn't seem to have an end to them as it looked like she was sitting on a lot of it, and it contrasted perfectly with her bright blue eyes and caramel complexion. He couldn't see much else from the huge jacket she was wearing. Shaking off how pretty she was, he turned his head some and gave an upward nod. “You read minds or something?” Creepy chick was creepy as she turned her head slowly from looking at the rivulets of rain going down the window to look at Dean. “Nope. But it isn't too hard to guess the questions people are going to ask a hitchhiker. It's usually the same thing.” She gave a shrug before looking back out the window. “What's your name? Where're ya from? Where ya headed? Why're you walking down a highway all by your lonesome?” Dean blinked slowly before realizing that she was right.

Apparently she hitchhiked a lot. Well, he was just assuming. Before he could ask if she was worried that she might end up getting killed or raped by some psycho, she did that creepy look again, this time catching his direct gaze. “If you two are some kind of psychos and have any plans of so much as breathing on me the wrong way, I'll have you know that my father is a Marine and I can take care of myself.” Again, her gaze went back to the window and Sam got another look. Dean scratched his headed, unsure of what to make of this girl. “We're not psychos, cupcake. So you can slow your roll.” He was about to tell her that she didn't look like she could pick up a cinder block without dislocating a shoulder when he gave it a second thought. She might be tougher than she looked. And she could be a psycho. Best not to bother her. Still, he was thankful for the distraction and gave Sam a look as if they could read each others minds.

He wanted to drop this broad off as soon as they hit town.




And they did drop her off.

As soon as they arrived in Clear Spring they stopped at a gas station and let her out, baffled when she gave them a wad of cash that turned out to be five hundred dollars and then snapped their pictures, proclaiming them to be the hottest and seemingly most sane guys to have picked her up so far, congratulating them before leaving on foot with her guitar case and backpack. Where was Dean right now? With his brother in the middle of the woods as they hunted down what Sam had announced was a Minotaur from Greek mythology. Dean thought it was pretty creepy and a bit strange that one would be in the States. He almost threw up his dinner of two greasy bacon cheeseburgers when Sam read the story of how the first Minotaur came to be. It confirmed his belief that supernatural creatures were freaks in more ways than just one or two.

He was crouched down in the bushes when he heard a branch snap and turned his bluegreen gaze upwards to see the creature in question lying itself down by the small creek, seeming to be washing itself. It was massive and had to be at least seven feet tall, built like an ox – No pun intended – With horns that added on at least another foot and a half. The dark-furred creature was packed with muscle that suddenly made Dean feel just a little bit unsure of whether or not they'd be able to take it down. They had never come across one before and didn't know anyone else who had. Nothing of it could be found in their father's journal. If Bobby knew anything, he wasn't saying so. He closed his eyes before looking to Sam and giving a nod as he stood and approached the creature, gun raised. “Here goes nothin'.” The flannel wearing man aimed right for the beast's head, his eyes squinting a bit to improve his chance of getting a head shot. But with how big the thing was, it would be hard to miss. His finger began to squeeze the trigger...

“Wait!”


A female's voice cried out and startled both him and the beast. His shot went awry and caught the Minotaur in the shoulder rather than the head, angering the monster. Dean's eyes went wide as he turned around and called out for his brother so they could bolt as the creature charged.

“Sam! Move it!”


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Armonía had left the two rather attractive men at the gas station, shoving the rest of her money into her backpack. They had been baffled at the amount of money she had, sure that a traveling entertainer couldn't possibly make that much money. She justified their response with her own of “I'm a penny pincher. So sue me.” They were sweet boys, those Winchesters. Even if they didn't introduce themselves to her. She already knew who they were – She was more into the hunter social circle than they were so she had the one up on information. What was she doing? She was doing what she had been doing for ages: Exploring. Well, that and she had heard about what sounded like Minotaur attacks in the small town and decided to check it out. What she had found was a frightened and wounded creature fighting for his safety in his home. She had come across the creature hiding in a ditch just as a few people were passing by, cowering like a child in a closet when a burglar invaded their home. She immediately felt sympathy and pulled out her pan flute to soothe him. She was able to get him to be still long enough for her to recite a spell that enabled her to understand him.

He hadn't been doing anything but trying to eat when campers spotted him and freaked out. They were college students, drunk off of their asses and proceeded to shoot at him with a gun one of them had probably stolen from his father, throwing rocks at him and trying to poke him with a stick, forming a circle around him and calling him names. The poor thing! He didn't want to hurt anybody, he just wanted to eat. But he got angry and couldn't control himself. He killed them. He didn't know how they came back to life though. It happened a few other times and he just tried to hide. They just kept bothering him! Armonía petted him and checked out his wounds before asking him if he could go to the creek and wash himself up so she could fix up his wounds. She would be right back! The creature obliged as she went back into town and broke into a local store to steal a few medical supplies. It was much to her horror when she returned that she found Dean Winchester aiming a rifle at the poor thing. She had decided to call him “Pepeo”. Forgetting Sarah Marshall was one of her favorite romantic comedies and she adored Paul Rudd. Pepeo seemed fine with it. She almost passed out when she saw the shotgun aimed at him. How dare Dean! How dare he try to shoot this victimized and wounded creature in the back of its head! “Wait!, she had screamed. Dean didn't see her approach and was startled, shooting Pepeo in his shoulder.

Pepeo was (understandably) pissed and moved to charge at Dean and Sam (whom she was assuming was hiding in the bushes for backup). Her hand flew to her waist and she grabbed her pan flute and brought it to her lips. A soft lullaby filled the air as she inched towards Pepeo cautiously, trying to keep her heart from racing. She felt as though it were going to jump right out of her chest! Pepeo had skidded to a halt, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the chilly, midnight air as he let Armonía get close enough to place a hand against the side of his head (face?), petting him gently. Dean stared on in wonder and confusion as she stopped playing and the creature simply...plopped down onto the damp earth. She turned her eyes to the brothers (mainly Dean) and glared at them both. “Really?!! What is wrong with you?!” She kept up her glare as Pepeo basked in the calm that had suddenly washed over him and Dean simply stared with a slack jaw, too stunned to form a sentence.