Armonía nodded as she threw some beef jerky into the buggy and listened to Sam. She couldn't entirely blame the brothers. She couldn't say that she wasn't aware of his past – Carver Edlund had done a good job of turning them into celebrities. She was so sorry for them if they knew about the Wincest forums. Just in case, she wasn't going to bring it up. She turned her gaze towards Sam and gave a shrug, pushing a few stray hairs out of her face. “I'm like you and Dean: Raised by Hunters. But... My mother was a Witch. My parents taught me that different is not tantamount to evil. Honestly, most of the Hunters I come across... Protecting people is the second thing on their mind when they hunt. Most of them are just out to satiate their revenge.”
She reached in front of him to grab candy from the shelf, remembering that some of the kids were craving some and a couple of the people there were diabetics. “My parents taught me that being a Hunter isn't just about going out and shooting everything that's not human. It's about protecting everyone. I mean – Not all Vampires are misunderstood like Bill Compton, but some of them are as vegetarian as it gets. It's just... Hard to explain.”
It really was hard for her to really explain. She sighed and popped a stick of gum in her mouth before shoving the pack into her pocket. It was then that she finally paused long enough to close her eyes and...feel. She felt a wave of fear run over her that made her shudder. She pulled her finger to her lips to indicate to Sam to be quiet. They had already been speaking in hushed tones, but right now they needed to be silent. With him right behind her, she crept down the aisle and around the corner before pointing out a middle-aged man coming out of a bathroom, pulling his pants up with the faint sound of flushing behind him.
“When's the last time you met a demon that had to take a piss?” Trick question – When Demons and Angels possessed people, they didn't eat, sleep, drink, or go to the bathroom. They didn't have a need to. Yet this man had just went to the bathroom, returning with black eyes. She watched further to see him pull some Cheese Nips from a nearby shelf, chowing down on them messily.
“Demons don't eat.”, she stated plainly as she stepped out from the aisle and approached the man.
“Sir, are you alright?” The man glanced up and immediately froze with fear.
“Am I alright? The entire town has gone crazy, out on the streets screaming and killing each other!” He was hysterical before he actually saw Nía's eyes.
“Why... Why are your eyes black? Why does everyone have black eyes?!!” This cause Armonía to look at Sam, confusion flashing across her face before she looked back to the man and spoke in soft, soothing tones that visibly relaxed him as he allowed her to get closer.
“My name is Armonía and I don't know what's going on. That's what we're trying to find out. I'm here with my friends Sam and Azeneth and Dean. I think that there's a Demon... Or something. It's here and making people hallucinate into believing everyone else is a Demon so they'll kill each other. I need you to stay here. Take food and drink, hide in the bathroom and line the bathroom with salt against each wall. Just trust me, okay?”She placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled as he nodded, slowly doing as she said. She looked up to Sam and gave her usual, bashfully adorable smile.
“Hunting isn't just about executing. It's about judging. You've got to investigate more than just one side of the story.” An hour later...
Sam and Armonía had found themselves stuck between a rock and a hard place, tied to chairs and placed within Devil's Traps. Jo, Rufus, and some other Hunter had come across them after they scouted out a house that had been giving off smoke from the chimney. After knocking them out, they began trying to exorcise them while drowning them in salt and holy water in between beating the shit out of them. Their pleas fell on deaf ears as they begged them to listen. That they were making a huge mistake. But they just looked confused and assumed they were some other kind of monster and resumed beating them. When they finally took a break when they couldn't get the information they wanted to hear, Armonía was slumped over in her chair, giving labored breaths.
Something was off here and she couldn't use her powers. Not with how weak she already was with night falling. She always did feel a bit...less whenever night came around. Not to mention that the Hunters would definitely drive a knife through her as soon as she exhibited any sign of being more than human. For now, she just coughed up some blood and let her chin press against her chest, closing her eyes.
Back with Dean and the others, he had left Azeneth at the grocery store and had the teen help him take the supplies back to the church where he conferred with Ellen about how weird everything was. With the help of the Priest, he was able to figure out that War was in town. That meant that the other three Horsemen were on earth as well. Azeneth had trailed Sam and Armonía, making it in time to see them get captured. Rather than heading in with guns blazing against something that she didn't know anything about, the young woman booked it back to Dean. But she found more than just him. Cas was there – In the same Duster as usual.
Cas's hazel eyes fell on Azeneth. Was this the one that Dean had spoken of?
“She's not a Demon, Dean. But she is a demigoddess.” His voice was matter-of-factly as usual before he turned back to Dean.
“The Four Horsemen draw their power from their rings. Get the rings from their fingers and they have no power.” Dean nodded before looking back at Azeneth, still understandably pissed off that she used her powers on him.
“Right – First we find Sammy, then we find War, then we cut his fucking finger from his hand.” Cass nodded, knowing that it was bothering Dean that Sam hadn't shown up yet. It had been an hour and there was no word from his brother...
Armonía looked up as the door opened, Roger walking in and closing it behind him.
“Wh-Who are you...? What are you?”, she managed to sputter out, her mouth dry from the last dose of salt shoved down her throat. The man took off his glasses and laughed, moving close to Armonía's face.
“Oh, no. My beautiful little treat. The question is: What are you?” He gave a smile as he cupped her face in his hands and turned her head from side to side as if inspecting her before she spit blood in his face. He gave a laugh before turning to Sam, wiping the blood from his face.
“Fiesty. I like it. Nice new girlfriend, Sammy. Oh, yeah. I know who you are. Thanks for letting me out, by the way. I've got some demons 'round here somewhere. But you can't slurp them down. Sorry for tricking you with the others.” He teased Sam about his addiction, causing Armonía to look over at him curiously through swollen eyes.