𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓
PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character
STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist
CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. playful teasing. a bit of angst. protective reader.
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Maricela’s POV
“Abaddon? Seriously?” Dean asks rhetorically, staring angrily at Sam as we walk to the Impala. “Thought you Kentucky Fried that meat suit.”
“I did, Dean.” Sam counters, his hands raised slightly, trying to resist an argument in public.
“You—Well, then, how did she get it back?” He questioned before thanking the officer who raised the crime tape to let us off the scene. “And why’s she playing G. I. Joe?”
Sam answers back, just as annoyed as his brother. “No clue. Why don’t you ask her when we find her?”
‘Oh, I will. Then I’m gonna chop her freakin’ head off—again.”
We enter the car, and then it hits me. Abaddon. I swear I’ve heard that name before.
“Wait—isn’t she the Knight of Hell who tried killing you and your grandfather a few months ago?” I ask, making sure we’re talking about the same monster.
Dean starts the engine, answering, “Yeah.”
“I thought you guys chopped her up and scattered her remains. But you just said Sam burned her vessel. I-I’m confused.” I confess, unable to put the pieces together.
Having needed a demon to cure, they had reassembled Abaddon’s vessel for the final trial. Before they could use her as a test subject, they stepped away to take a phone call, and when they returned, she had escaped. Having previous knowledge of the Devil’s Trap bullet, her unattached hands pried it from her skull so she could get away. She used her freedom to track Crowley down, and when she found him at the abandoned church, she attempted to kill him for the throne. Before she could ruin the trial, Sam doused her meat suit in holy oil and set it ablaze. So, the big question remains: How is she back and in her old vessel?
Darkness fell upon us as we drove towards the bunker. Sam’s phone began to chime over the music. Leaning over, he reached into his dress pants to retrieve his phone. Dean and I peeked over, wondering who would be calling at this hour. It was none other than our very own prophet.
Sam puts the call on speaker, greeting, “Hey, Kev. What’s up?”
“A lady called Dean’s other phone. I answered, but she expected to speak to a Winchester. So instead, she told me to give you a message: She has something you might want.” He spoke in a rushed and shaky voice.
“Kevin, wait. Wait. Wait. Slow down.” says Sam.
Ignoring, he continues, “She gave me these coordinates—44.053051 by -123.127860— and two names, Irv Franklin and Tracy Bell.”
I type the numbers into the notes app on my phone before copying and pasting them into Google.
“Irv’s a friend. Don't know Tracy.” Dean replies.
“All right, the lady said they were hunters and that if you didn't go save them, that she would kill them.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that song before.” The oldest hunter shakes his head, unamused.
“Dean, who was she?”
“She’s the bad guy,” he admits. “All right, new job. Dig up everything Men of Letters have on Knights of Hell.”
“Knights of Hell?” With some hesitation, Kevin complies, “Sure.”
“You find a way to kill one—I mean permanently—drop a dime,” Dean mentions.
“Thanks, Kevin,” Sam says before ending the call.
I zoom in on the digital map before presenting, “The numbers point to a spot on the outskirts of Eugene, Oregon.”
“You know this is a trap, right?” Sam stares at his brother.
“Yep,” he answers unfazed.
Scoffing, Sammy asks, “And we’re just gonna walk right into it?”
“Guns blazing,” he says fearlessly before glancing at his little brother. “You with me?”
Sam chuckles before shifting his gaze on the road ahead. “You know it.”
Dean looks into the rearview mirror, locking eyes with me. “What about you, sweetheart, you with me?”
A flutter of familiarity tickled my stomach as I softly smiled back at him. He held my gaze until I answered, “Always.”
Before arriving, Dean stopped at a gas station so we could change. As we neared the designated coordinates, my heart quickened its pace. No matter how many times I fought alongside the Winchesters—or alone—my anxiety crept in, going over all the things that could go wrong. When we arrived at the gated part of town, I suppressed the negative thoughts and replaced them with positive ones. However, with the history behind this area, it became difficult to sustain a sense of optimism.
A chain fence had enclosed the abandoned buildings. Sam hopped out of the car and pushed open the sliding gate so the Impala could fit through. After Dean parked, Sam and I walked a few yards into the vacant town. Graffiti painted the stone structures while weeds grew on or around the buildings. A large, rusted sign was posted near the fence, reading: DANGER. HAZARDOUS WASTE AREA. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.
“The hell happened here?” Dean asked, halting beside me with the army green duffle bag in hand as we stared at the crumbling buildings.
“A local chemical plant sprung a leak years ago. They evacuated three square blocks.” I answer, visually searching the windows for any sign of life.
“Guess it’s still contaminated,” Sam adds.
“Wait, so this whole place is poison?” Dean questions uneasily, turning his attention toward Sam and me.
Replying in unison, we answer, “Yeah.”
Dean moves his left hand to shield his nether region, attempting to protect his prized appendage against the toxicity lingering in the air. His eyebrows furrowed, undoubtedly debating if this mission was worth risking his manhood. I stifle a giggle, finding his action both cute and silly. Sam judgingly watches his brother's action, staring him up and down.
“That’s not gonna help.” He remarks before walking away, leading the venture further into town.
“It does’'t hurt,” Dean mutters.
My giggle slips this time, attracting the older Winchester's attention. I nudge his arm before nodding in Sam's direction. “C’mon, big boy.”
We walk towards the younger Winchester while taking in our surroundings. Birds caw in the distance, disrupting the vicinity’s silence. We begin to pass Ozzy O’s Diner when we hear a loud thud come from within. Concomitantly, Sam and I reach for our waistbands and take out our loaded guns. With our firearms raised, we ascend the few concrete stairs. Standing before the door, Sam glances in my direction, giving me a look. A look that silently asked if I was ready, to which I nodded with confidence.
Sam kicks the door open before storming inside with me on his tail. The sun’s rays poured into the diner, illuminating its light upon two bound individuals. The man and woman were bound together while pieces of cloth muffled their cries for help. Sam and I step aside as he beckons Dean over. He strides in and makes a beeline for the older man.
“Irv? Hey.” Dean’s gruff voice fills the quiet diner as Sam shuts the door. He pulls Irv’s gag down before asking, “Where’s Abaddon?”
“Abaddon’s been torturing hunters. She’s trying to get intel on you boys.” The older man confesses breathlessly.
“Do you know why?” Sam inquires.
“I seriously doubt she wants to add you to her Christmas card list. Now, do you want to make with the rescue or what?”
“Right after you take a shot of holy water, huh?” says Dean.
Sam retrieves his flask from the inner pocket of his jacket and approaches the girl. His fingers unscrewed the cap before tugging the cloth she involuntarily fashioned off as I put my gun away. She opens her lips to welcome the demon test. He fountains the holy water into her mouth and cups her chin to catch any excess water. He steps away, waiting to see if she flinched. Instead, she swallowed without hesitation.
“Happy?” She asks rhetorically, looking between Sam and me.
“Sorry about that,” Dean utters.
Irv responds with understanding, “Don’t worry about it. Last thing you need is us popping black eyes.”
Dean reaches in between the hostages and breaks their restraints.
As the girl stands, I ask, “You’re Tracy, right?”
She—and just about anyone else over five foot two—towers over me. Her eyes glimpse over my appearance from head to toe before answering my question with a nod.
“I’m Maricela Luna.” I introduced myself before the Jolly Green Giant did.
“And I’m Sam Winchester.”
Tracy glances at him like she did with me and responds with noticeable disinterest, saying, “Good for you.”
Silence fell upon the room, startled at her curt reply. In that unexpected moment, I instinctively whipped my head towards the source of her disdainful glares. My eyes widened with shock, and my mouth hung open in disbelief. I was left dumbfounded. Did she just talk to you like that?! I shouted at Sammy in my head. He meets my eyes and shakes his head, advising me to let it go. My mouth began to twitch, wanting to say something just as crude. Just as I was going to allow my tactless opinions to emit, Irv began to advocate for her.
“She’s new. We did a shifter job in Sacramento together. Smart, but got a mouth on her.”
She scoffs but doesn’t deny his comment. Dean’s deep chuckle immediately catches my ear. Giving in to curiosity, I turned and gave him my full attention. His charmingly crooked smile gleamed in the dimly lit diner. All eyes were on Chuckles as we awaited an explanation for his laughter.
“Sounds like our Mari,” He jokes, lightening the mood.
My lips part to say a witty remark, but Sam’s snicker stops me. Instead, I roll my eyes and decide to move on. “Let’s gear up.”
Dean picks up the bag of weapons from the floor and moves it onto the countertop. I leave Sammy’s side and walk over to his brother. He begins to splay the reminisce of the bag across the dusty surface. Sam perches on the edge of a table near the window to keep an eye on any demons.
“All right, we got Jesus Juice,” Dean places his flask of holy water on the counter before continuing the rundown on the weapons he brought. “Guns loaded with Devil’s trap bullets. Shoot a demon, put him on lockdown. The Angel Blade works—”
A distant clatter came from outside the diner, capturing everyone's attention. Sam gets up and moves toward the window. He peeks through the dirty blinds, confirming, “They’re coming.”
“Good,” Dean responds confidently.
“They’ve got assault rifles,” Sam mentions, dampening his brother’s enthusiasm.
“Okay, less good,” I add.
Dean shifts his focus to the weapons, searching for a plan.
“So, what’s the play?” Irv asks.
Dean quickly explains a way to distract the demons. After he finished, I helped sweep the contents back into the duffle before he swung the sack over his shoulder. He nods at Sam, gesturing for him to lead everyone to the rear exit. I maneuver to the front of the group and quietly open the door, searching for demons nearby. After ensuring the coast was clear, I raised my hand and waved. We advance to the edge of the building to survey the area. Nada.
Sam’s large hand covers my shoulder, offering me comfort. A reassuring nod is shared between us before we shift our gaze back to Irv and Tracy. Capturing their attention, Sam points to another spot where we could discreetly escape. Following their confirmation, we run like hell and wait for Dean. The distant sound of the diner’s front door being forcefully opened echoes through our surroundings. Dean walks around the corner where we hid before telling us the other half of his plan.
“All right. We got to flank seal them douche in there, so, uh, Irv, you and me will go left. Sam, you, Mari, and Tracy go right.” He orders.
“Okay. Let’s move,” says Sam as we walk in our assigned direction.
His hands grab our forearms, making sure we stay close. Suddenly, Tracy spins on her heel and pushes him away, maintaining a safe distance between them by extending her arm.
“Don’t touch me.” She barks.
Sam’s eyes widen, surprised by her outburst. My rage causes me to see red, and before I know it, I push her arm off of Sam and use my strength to shove her body away. Tracy stumbles back, nearly bumping into the dumpster behind her, as I step between her and Sam. Her stunned expression flashed into anger before she charged toward me to attack. Meeting her challenge, I take a step forward, but Dean rushes over to intervene just as Sam pulls my body into his and holds me still.
“Whoa,” I shrug from their restraints as I stare down the out-of-line female. Dean’s eyes linger on my face before turning to Tracy, asking, “What’s the problem?”
Tracy inhales before looking at the youngest Winchester and painfully confessing, “My family’s dead because of him.”
Taken aback, Sam asks, “What?”
“I watched a demon slaughter my parents, and the whole time, it talked about how it was celebrating. How some dumb kid let Lucifer out of his cage.”
Tracy glared at Sam with intense hatred after she recounted her story. Although she had acted like an ass, I really couldn’t blame her. My eyes shifted toward Sam, only to have my heart break even more as I witnessed grief consume both his mind and body. Before I could move to console him, Dean interjected.
“Okay, all right, we got to move. Uh, girls with me. Irv.” He pats Sam on the chest, finishing his sentence with his gesture.
“Okay. Let’s go, son.” The older man tells Sam.
Sammy lingers behind me, staring sorrowfully at Tracy.
“He’s going to be okay,” Dean whispers in my ear after his brother follows Irv.
I nod in agreement and try to refrain from thinking of how much Sam was beating himself up. Dean marches away to play line leader as we trail behind. With our guns off safety, we cautiously move along the surrounding buildings. After rounding our last corner, the view of the diner was straight ahead. Dean peeks at the restaurant's entrance before giving further instructions.
“Okay, I think they’re still inside. We wait till they come out, and we pick them off one by one.” He gives us the side-eye before seizing the opportunity to address the new girl's animosity toward Sam. “Listen, for the record, Sam’s not the only guy who thought he was doing right and watched it all go to crap. Okay? That’s just part of being—”
“Being a hunter.” Tracy finished with acerbity, not understanding the mini-lecture.
“Being human. Look, you want to be pissed off at Sam, that’s fine. I get it. But if you want to go after somebody, you make sure that they got black eyes. Got to know who the real monsters are in this world, kid.”
She remained silent after he finished his speech, allowing his words to marinate. The quietness was short-lived as gunfire erupted in the distance. On instinct, we raised our guns high and low, scouting every inch the barrel of our guns could see. After the shooting stopped, Dean silently motioned to move forward. Suddenly, Abaddon jumps out of her hiding place and clotheslines Dean, knocking him flat on his back.
My body wanted to run to his aid, but my brain told me to fight. I aim my handgun at Abaddon’s head, but before I can pull the trigger, she telekinetically flicks it away. My hand instinctively reaches into my jacket, attempting to retrieve the angel blade I keep stashed away. The pads of my fingertips barely grazed the handle when she waved her hand, sending me into a brick wall. I heard Dean’s voice call my name before everything faded to black.
Dean’s POV
“Mari!” I call as she flies into the building beside her.
Her head hits the aged bricks, knocking her out cold. Before I could get to her, Tracy fired an entire round into the Knight of Hell. I swiftly move from the path of danger, instinctively protecting my face by covering it with my arms. Once the clip was empty, my eyes instantly scanned Mari's body, checking to see if she was free of any ricochet. Thankfully—other than the injury that she-demon caused—she was okay.
“Nice grouping.” Abaddon mocks, lifting her black shirt to reveal her bulletproof vest. “Kelvar. Beats magic bullets. I love the future.”
While the demon was distracted, I stealthily grabbed my flask from my jacket. I silently unscrewed the cap before flinging the holy water at the Knight of Hell. She gasped in pain as the purified water burned her vessel. As she stumbled away, I rushed to my feet and reached into my jeans pocket for my keys. After fishing them out, I grasp Tracy’s hand and place the keys in it.
“Listen, my car is three blocks over. Go get more bullets, more holy water—get everything.”
“No, no, b-but what about you guys?” She stutters.
I push her away, yelling, “Just go! Go! Now!”
Tracy listens to my order and runs away. Immediately, I fall to my knees next to Maricela before scooping her delicate frame up from the dusty ground. Carefully, I release her from my embrace, settling her against the wall. I cast a glance at Abaddon and see her recovering from holy water. Gentle but urgently, I shake her shoulder and leg simultaneously, attempting to wake the Sleeping Beauty. When she doesn’t move, my hands anxiously cradle her wounded head. Blood seeped from her hair, running along her temple and onto my hand, painting it red.
“Come on, princess,” I beg, worry filling every cell in my body. “Wake up.”
Not having enough time to check for a pulse, I force myself away from her, fearing the worst. Protectively, I stand tall in front of Mari and face Abaddon. She brushes her hair out of her face and smiles wickedly. Her red lipstick mirrored the anger that was boiling inside me. My muscles ached with pain as I waited for the right moment to wipe the smirk off of her face.
She briefly glances at Maricela before returning her gaze to me. “Alone at last.”
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