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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 was finally able to find his words after Az's quick exchange with Sam and Creepy Chick, immediately jumping up. How did Creepy Chick (It was his secret nickname for the woman) stop that thing? He turned to Sam with bulging eyes, his voice filled with confusion, a bit of anger, and some bewilderment. “Woah! Woah! You're thanking her? She could be that... thing's creator or master or something! Y'know, because she tried to save it and didn't even flex to stop it?” Who the hell were these women, really? He didn't know where to aim his gun, deciding to shuffle every few seconds between the Minotaur pressing his head against Creepy Chick's hand like it was her dog or something, Creepy Chick who still looked pissed, and Creepy Chick Number Two. So now it was a three on two? Hell, with Sam's current track record it could end up being four on one. That was fine – He could take 'em. If not, he'd go down fucking swinging. “What the fuck is going on here?!! Someone better start explaining some shit, right now!” He raised his voice, caught in an unexpected situation and unsure of how to proceed. He had way too much shit on his plate to be dealing with this right now.

Dean opened his mouth to rant again, but Armonía held her hand up, her lips still fixed into a frown and her normally sweet voice taking on a sassy attitude. “Uh – Yeah. You're welcome. For saving your life. No sweat. Jeez. I give you five hundred bucks and save your life in a twelve hour time span and what thanks do I get? A gun in my face.” She put away her flute and kneeled down next to Pepeo as she continued speaking, doing her best to address the flurry of questions and comments that had been thrown into the air amidst the commotion. “I did it by playing music. Ever hear the saying Music soothes the savage beast? Try it some time. Instead of busting in and trying to shoot everything non-human.”, she cut her eyes towards the brothers and issued her words in a hiss before pulling bandages and some tubes and long tweezers from her backpack. “Thank you, Azeneth. For treating him kindly. At least someone did. And no, neither of us is his master and he's not a 'thing' or an 'it'. He is a he. And his name is Pepeo. He was up here. Mind his own business. Just trying to eat when he was brutally attacked. He had to defend himself!” As she spoke, Dean was shocked to watch her removing the bullets from his body and treating his wounds. What amazed him more was that he was simply sitting there. A lot of things weren't really making sense to him at this point.

Creepy Chick Number Two was... What? A Demigoddess? Creepy Chick was just... Well. A creepy chick that happened to be good with animals? He frowned as she chastised he and Sam as though they were the bad guys in the situation, but seeing how docile and almost frightened the creature appeared, he couldn't help but to feel a little bit bad. But why? That creature wasn't natural! It was a product of bestiality and had killed people! Which reminded him.... “You can bring people back to life...?” His gaze fell to Azeneth as he took a few steps back and found his breath catching in his throat. If her father really was Anubis, lord of the Egyptian Underworld or whatever... Did that mean she could kill people...? Like Hades in Hercules? It was a pretty childish reference, but it was the best comparison he had. He wanted to say something about her repeatedly referring to he and Sam as fools and idiots, but he wasn't sure what the hell these two were capable of. “My name is Armonía and I know who they are; Sam and Dean Winchester, sons of Mary and John Winchester. Both Hunters and frequents of Harvelle's Roadhouse. They picked me up on the highway and gave me a ride, but I do not know them personally.” She gave a very precise answer, though her words made Dean immediately swivel the gun her way.

“How do you know that?!!” She seemed to ignore him as he yelled, patting Pepeo on his head and whispering something into his ear before watching him rise and amble away. The entire situation was just a huge mindfuck for Dean. He kept his .22 trained on Armonía as she packed her things back up and rose before walking towards Dean, her eyes never leaving his. She stopped when the barrel of the gun pressed against her chest, her one icy blue eye and other golden hazel one unsettling Dean even more. “Oh, so now you want to ask questions before you start shooting. Or are you just waiting for me to turn my back?” Her tone was condescending as she taunted him, two seconds away from sneering. Dean shoved the gun a little harder against her. He wasn't against killing women – He would killed anything and anyone that presented a threat and right now, he was freaked out. “Answer the fucking question!” And that was it. Armonía moved faster than Dean could process at the moment and he soon found himself disarmed when she grabbed the gun and yanked it away from him, throwing it into the bushes before getting in his face. Or as much in his face as she could being as short as she was. She had to stand on the tips of her toes and even then, her face came up to his chin. “Don't. Yell. At. Me. I know you because Ellen and Jo and Bobby and Rufus are all good friends of mine and my dad's. He's a hunter too and I am when I want to be. The difference between me and you, dodo brain, is that I question first and shoot after. Innocent until proven guilty doesn't apply to just humans.” It looked like she was trying to give him a cold look, but at the same time it looked as though she were about to cry.

She walked away from him, quickly ducking under a tree and heading away from the group. She was frustrated and annoyed and she just really wanted to punch him in his damn face! Idiot! Dean watched, still unsure of what to do as Azeneth and Sam both just...watched. He finally pulled out his phone and dialed for Ellen.

“How'd it go?” Ellen had been waiting up for Dean and Sam, knowing that they would be be calling soon. Dean took a few moments to find the right words, his stomach turning as he finally found the ability to speak with confidence. “Do you know an Armonía Róza Torres? Short. Witch-eyed. Tan. Annoying.” He would have said “pretty”, but he didn't want to compliment her right now. Ellen's voice immediately perked up and Dean could tell she was smiling on the other end of the phone. “Gypsy? Yeah! Is she there? How's she doing?” Dean gave a light growl of frustration, his free hand curling into a fist. “Oh, she's just peachy. She just stopped us from hunting the Minotaur. In fact, she was bandaging it! Knowing that it killed people!” He was about to continue his rant but Ellen cut him off, her voice taking a matter-of-fact tone. “Did she say it was innocent? Dean couldn't believe this!

“Excuse me?

“Did. She say. It was innocent? Am I not speaking English, Dean?”

“Yeah, but -”

“But nothing. I trust her Dean. I've known her since she was little and she's a damn good hunter with a good heart. She does things a little bit differently but she means well and she does a damn good job. Goodnight, Dean.

As Ellen hung up the phone, Dean struggled not to throw his own. “I'm leaving. I'm going back to the car. Then I'm going to get some bacon cheeseburgers. And I'm going back to the motel. I'm going to have a nice fucking night of sleep. And when we leave tomorrow... We don't talk about this anymore.” Unconcerned for the welfare of the two women in the woods, he went and picked up his gun before leaving at a face pace back towards the trail that would lead to their shitty rental car.