plotted starter for @redemptioninterlude for ada wong
TALISMANS ALWAYS LEAD TO TROUBLE. Animal parts blessed by different shaman and hoodoo priest, witches and druids. They could be used for different things from the general ; rabbits feet often used for luck, badgers paws for protection, to the specific ; goose thrapple used to protect against whooping cough, mole feet to cure toothaches and rheumatism. All peanuts in comparison to the one they were after now. A Hand of Glory, not something your average baby witch would know how to conjure much less have the means to do so. Crafting this particular talisman required some extremely particular steps ; just a few of which involved taking the left hand of a hanged felon ( from the side of a highway no less ) and wrapping it in funeral pall. From there the creator must leave the hand in an earthenware vessel with all manor of herb and flower for two weeks, specifically during the 'dog days of summer'. The hand alone would prove useless however without it's integral other half ; the candle crafted from the fat of that very same felon. Together the items could be used to render the inhabitants of a house entirely motionless ; allowing the possessor of the dead mans hand to rob the victims blind.
Burglars wet dream had found its way into the hands of Ada Wong ; a woman Sam and Dean had had the displeasure of running into on more than on occasion and someone who put the value of a dollar far above the consequences of their own actions. User beware ⸻ it seemed to be her motto. Bougie hotel was a setting unfamiliar to the brothers Winchester, but the cost would prove meaningless when it was Ada who was footing the bill. Their usual game of cat and mouse was played, Dean providing a harrowing distraction while Sam worked his magic against computer files. Finding Ada's room had been easy, they'd run into her enough times to know a handful of her pseudonyms, really it was her fault for not swapping them out on a more consistent basis.
They stand now just outside hotel room door, flannel clad duo looking wildly out of place against chic cream wall with soft gold inlay. Each grips pistol tucked snugly against denim back and Sam knocks in an effort to ascertain whether or not Ada is home. When no answer comes eldest brother swipes key card and opaque red light flickers green mechanical lock clanking noisily against the silence that encompasses them. Dean slips inside first, followed quickly by Sam who closes the door as soon as there's enough room to squeeze inside. They draw on nothing ; met instead with the ostentatious innards of hotel foyer. Tan over coat hangs against silver coat hook and a pair of heels lay just beneath their cover. She's here ⸻ and seemingly alone ; to this Sam breathes a sigh of relief. TWO AGAINST ONE THE ODDS WERE IN THEIR FAVOUR.
